1 10 96 http://archive.oes.edu/files/original/622d68cdd68eb918fa3d2c8c0176d795.pdf 148539e325b07193f9521d51c8d82b7c PDF Text Text MISSION IMPOSSIBLE CASE #27 1995-1996 I. ■ �MISSION IMPOSSIBLE This case’s mission is to graduate 46 Seniors with a fun and exciting year. This research will show those involved (Freshmen, Sophomores, Juniors, and Faculty), what is necessary for them to graduate (Academics), the difficulties of getting there (Sports), the joys of the process (Activities), and those who supported them (People and Advertisers). IT CAN BE DONE! �''I w * / I I TABLE OF CONTENTS Accomplices .3 Requisites 29 Difficulties 41 Amusements 57 Conspirators 69 Supporters 99 *> J, 1 2RUZ ���TIME TO SHOW-OFF! WE’RE THE TOP! ����4* A �The Seniors... Ashley Berman Sarah Bickford Hank Cushman Amy Davis Brian Davis Brad Feliz Lorissa Foster Adam Greene Amy Greene Jeffrey Herman Kyle Hoelscher Cathy Huynh Cameron Kellett Galena Kline John Lamb Keri Lashbaugh Cassie Lautenschleger Jung Ah Lee John Liu Keita Miyazaki Tristan Morse Erin Murphy Lee Njue jig 6 �Class Of 1996! 4*1 Darren Olson Louise Osborne Ryan Radecki Carl Russell Yosuke Sawada Evan P. Seifert Kathi Shoemake Matthew Slater Kendra Smith Kristin Solberg Cam Stewart Simone Stout Nicole Swink Shizuka Takanishi Ryan Taylor Jack Teng Tom Teng Kay Washington Rob Webber Julia Weitzer Travis White Michael Wood Kei Yamaguchi f'ft I 7 �The Juniors John Becker Angie Bevill Aaron Bitte Simon Brown Steve Chiang Vicky Choi Matt Clark Brian Crossman Meghan Daaboul Alexis Davis Lloyd de Bruin Andy de Guzman Chris Edell Jordan Elliot Andersen English Tamas Feher Alice Gray Heather Gregory Gwen Gruetter Kavita Heyn Lacie Hickey Andrew Hoffman Marcin Jeske Jeffrey Kinzer Masakazu Kobayashi Ted Kollar Candy Koo Jonathon Kowolik Chang Wook Lee Rita Lee * 8 �F f Sydney Levin Serena Lin Anmar Madani Dan Menely Won Moc Sarah Morse Grant Phillips Heidi Phillips Nancy Pickering Adrienne Ponting Sarah Pope Andrew Rollins Elizabeth Savage Daniel Schiff Vivien Sit Dao Sophonpanich Tunde Sosanya Mandy Stewart Elizabeth Surya Thomas Totanchy David Van Ballegooijen Eric Vinson Annie Warner Kyle Williamson Amy Wilson Jenny Wilson Allison Winningstad Eric Wittmayer Brian Zakarian 9 �r I 9/9 The Sophomores *211 Will Anton Emily Bechen Daniel Beutler Gina Bevill Lindsey Blauer Clair Brown David Browning David Cade Michael Charpentier Anne Chipman Rachael Cookson Meaghan Corwin William Darden Kate Dickinson Max Doblie Amber Dubose Ben Eder David Eder Megan Glick Raymond Gunawan Jeffrey Gundle Badaja Hedlund Christine Hilderbrand Conor Huseby David Hutchinson Amy Jacobsen Arnie Lamb Gabe Levin Jennifer Liggett Thon Lisahapanya Nathan Lowe 10 �Taylor Matheson Elizabeth McCann Katie Meyers Justin Morasch Kiruthi Njenga Theresa Nogeire Labe Orloff Pam Parker Naomi Pease Wynne Peterson-Nedry Stephanie Pevec Nathaniel Rein Harvey Rogers Becky Russell Jane Sadler Kelly Schunk Felicity Shoulders Brian Shum Elias Silvernail Carola Sonnde Suzanne Spencer Julawat Suppipat Natsumi Takao Joana Tenorio David Warner John Waskey Andy Webber Rose Whitmore Nathaniel Willing Jessica Yu Jordan Ziegler 11 �i The Freshman Kalhrxn Bambam Anna Blessing Emily Bnnegar Anne Buhl Laura Champion Henry Chandler Leslie Colip Heather Curl Lauren Daaboul Niles Davidson Charlie Enloe Jordan Fink Shane Fisher Arnie Graves Shingo Harada Jason Henkle Craig Hudgins Lynn Huynh Piper Iles Omer Inan Jennifer Ing Danny Kang Ann Kellett Seth Kelsey Eleanor Kim Trey Knollman Amy Laird Nick Liu Cuong Luu ii 12 I �i ah m * Hideyoshi Masuda Amie McClung Elizabeth Merritt Nicholas Merwin Wairimu Mungai Breanna Orsborn Omar Ortega Christopher Patsis Nicole Pattamanuch Carissa Ponting Greer Rabiega Carole-Anne Randall-Stitt Megan Reeves Bobby Romanski Coreen Sapp Patty Jeanne Semura Emily Shepard Yumi Shigematsu Lasa Sophonpanich Callie Souther Nathan Spencer Jennifer Sunshine Lisa Taylor Jack Tillotson Marc Vanselow Katherine Voll Anna Wahler Robin Walsh Taylor Wilcox 13 �Oldies But Goodies dr Anne Bartlett Sharon Cade John Capen Anne Cass * a ■ ■. \ 1 ' y. fl / "l71 **1 Corbet Clark Coleen Conkey Gary Crossman Cynthia Doran | f < I* w v / Nancy Doulis Pat Freeman Cara Frey Micheline Ghattas Joel Gray Terry Hansen Rosa Hemphill Art Horst Martha Horst Tanja Horvat John Kerslake Sue Knight r 1 1 - 14 �Diana Kornet Bill Lamb John LeCavalier Dana Lewis Chris Locke Kate Loggan Matt Lyon Sean McEnroe 1 4 *r-, Christina Meyerhoff Jack O’Brien Moneeka Settles Richard Sherwood Bev Shue vSm.*. Pat Smith Hope Stevens David Streight Karen Talus - Carlene Traverso Kris Van Hatcher Pamela Vohnson Robin Weitzer 15 �We’re Almost There! Senior Year Another year brings a new class of Seniors. This year’s group spent their first few days together at the Sandy River. They thought about upcoming goals as a class and about the dreaded college applications. But, during their free time, there was no talk of colleges it was time to Play. The last night was spent all together passing around JLC's rock, the same rock that went on the Freshman trip when these big Seniors were little Freshman. The time has flown by and the rock was all but forgotten, but the old Seniors were glad to see it again and the new Seniors were glad to be included in the tradition. Good Morning! Carl Russell is all smiles alter a good night s sleep. It’s A Lovely Day! A group of Seniors enjoy a day of fun and games in the sun. We’re Ready, We’ve Got Each Other! Simone Stout and Amy Greene are prepared to take on Senior year. x/W Do We Really Want To Do This? Nicole Swink and Louise Osborne mull over the fact that they are now Seniors. J 16 �w. *A ; V'eah, .Just What He Said. Tristan Morse is enjoying his free time while varm in his sleeping bag. Where's That Four Leaf Clover? Julia Weitzer and Erin Murphy search for charms to help start their last year right. Hey, I Can See Your Cards. Matt Slater, Lorissa Foster and Tristan Morse play an intense game of cards. “I Almost Got It!” Some Seniors try their luck at hacky sack and make the most out of a sunny day. What Can I Say? Darren Olson is happy and ready to start his 3rd year qt OES. Lee, You’re Going the Wrong Way! Two Seniors Play imaginary basketball while Lee Njue goes the other way. 7 Row, Row', Row Your Boat... Galena Kline and John LeCavalicr test the high seas. �1 Juniors-The Work-A-Holics We’re finally done!! Angie Bevill, David Van Ballegooijen, Alexis Davis, and Gwen Gruetter relax during the day at the park on Friday. Time for a break? Thomas Totanchy. Matt Clark, and Brian Crossman woi hard to renovate Old McDonalds Fai for at-risk youth. . ■ I Peace everyone. A group of juniors enjoy lunch on their last day which was spent Gabriel Park. 14 Lunch break!! Brian C., Chris E., Dan S. and Eric W. enjoy their lunch break; it was a good time to rest after three hours of hard work. 1 �Every year the juniors take a trip all the way to South East Portland! The class is broken up into small service groups and they do various service activities on Wednesday and Thursday. Some of the activities were Community Energy Project, Trail work at Forest Park and Tryon Creek State Park, helping out at Old McDonalds Farm, and helping to do yard work for the elderly. In the evenings the class did various activities such as football, Frisbee, capture the flag, movies, and socializing. This year the class got Friday as a “free day!” The class decided to spend the day relaxing and playing games at Gabriel Park. Josh this is interesting! Tamas Feher and Andersen English work on improving rails at Forest Park. "areful, don’t spill. Heather Gregory and Lacie Hickey arcfully pour paint into buckets in order to paint animal ouses at Old McDonalds Farm. What is down there? Drew Rollins looks on intently as Tamas Feher and Won Moc work on improving Forest Park. 19 �Trek Through Carola Sonnde, Emily Bcchen, Miss Kornct, Andy Webber, and Jordan Ziegler take a moment to admire one of the great views. Elias Silvernail is afraid of dinner. Sophomore Class Trip For 3 days it was no showers, no bathroom and hard work. The OES sophomore class went back packing through Mt. Jefferson. Th sophomores were divided into eight groups to travel on different sections of the trail in which all of the sophomores met up at the en< of the hike. Each group was led by at least one OES faculty member and an Outward Bound instructor. There were 8 students to a group Many of the OES students agreed that the hike was a great experience and a chance to get to know fellow OESians better. John Waskey is a happy camper. 20 I �The Woods Itephanie Pevec. David Edcr. and Elias Silvernail are happy o take get their packs off after a hard day’s work. All the sophomores learned map and compass skills on the like. But it’s a good thing that no one got lost ... Bambi is found along the hike. Other animals such as frogs »v;re not uncommon. Views like this make a long day of hard work seem worthwhile. Geez, that bag looks heavy! i Stephanie Pevec is tired of group activities. 21 �Getting To Know You! This aardvark is one of many sand-creations made by groups of Freshmen, for the competition. I xr The freshman trip took place® at Camp Magruder, near Seasic There was a lot to do, other tha| playing “get to know you” games, including the traditional “Freshman sharing time aroun= the campfire, with the sacred c rock, on the last night.” We could play a variety of sports, ; and there was also a big swing F that many enjoyed; teachersan! students. We had a question/answer time, where wj learned all the “what ifs” abouto being caught smoking. We als(? had access to a lake, where boa' were open to us, if the lifeguardwas there. During the free time1 they gave us, we were able to . visit the ocean, or stare at the ■ 6,000 cross country runners | passing by. The Freshman Trip’ was a good learning experience* and a lot of fun. i * < ” - -Jr / “That could work ...” Anna Blessing and Nick Merwin work on their “Egg-Drop” project. “Uh, yeah, I guess.” Annie Buhl (left) and Shane Fisher (right) look a little doubtful about their “Egg-Drop” construction. Shingo Harada is the sand-creation fo: his group. He is surrounded by (left to right) Taylor Wilcox, Piper Iles, Callie Souther and Emily Shepard. 1 “Teamwork!” Anna Wahler and Shingo Harada are hard-at work to make their egg unbreakable with a limited amount of straws and tape. 22 �The Freshman Trip ii / “Lovely weather we re having. Lynn Huynh enjoys a nice sunny day at the beach with the rest of her class. Perfect!” Yumi Shigematsu helps her group out by adding the finishing touches to ieir sand-creations. Join the party!” (left to right) Heather -url, Jordan Fink, Laura Champion, ’atty Jeanne Semura, and Brc Orsborn ive it all they’ve got in their group’s ommunications skit. I’ve got you now!” The “dragon” ohn Capen) attacks his “trespasser” Chris Locke) in the faculty Dinmunications skit. ’ I ’ • . i “Here I gooowaaaah!” Anne Bartlett enjoys a wild ride on the big swing. • b- ; ,* “Hmph! Where’d he go!?!” John Capen’s impersonation of an isolated dragon about to encounter his first “houseguest.” Corbet Clark can fly? 23 �Hibernating Aardvarks I I r The Lady’s Man ... Yeah, right: Brian Zakarian with Katie Meyers, Pamela Pari and Rachael Cookson. If you know Shingo Harada, this photo i speaks for itself:) .. lit 24 Friends Forever. Kavita Heyn, Rachael Cookson, and Joana T. de Figueiredo reflect the friendships that develop in the dorms. �Dormies take their free time to pose for a “HOTTIE” shot: Tom Teng, Yosuke Sawada, Elisabeth Surya, Cassandra Lautenschleger, Masakazu Kobayashi, Vivien Sil. Jack Teng. Sarah Pope, Won Moc, Kavita Heyn, Brian Zakarian, and Kristen Solberg. The guys in the dorms have great fun! Can’t you tell? David Warner, Tom Teng, and Brian Zakarian. “Did I hear someone say couch potato?”: Joana Tenorio and Kavka Hcyn. “Hello There!”: Sydney Levin “You’re kidding,” Rachael Cookson, Kristen Solberg and Joana Tenorio have fun during a dorm meeting. The dorm students were a little tentative about starting a new year, but with the help of new and old dorm parents it was easier getting to know people. From staying up late on the weekdays watching Comedy Central, to going bowling on the weekends, the dormies had a great time getting to know each other. “OES is a community, but the dorm students create a diverse community within that.” Quotes like these may give you an idea of what it is like to live in the dorms, but unless you actually do, you’ll never have the privilege of knowing what it’s like to be a Hibernating Aardvark. 25 �| 1 I 14 �27 �■ Announcements, announcements announcements... Gathering is a time when both teachers and students share announcements, and wrack their brains to answer the daily trivia question posed by Ted Kollar, the Trivia Master. Every Friday is Mystery Friday where a few lucky students fall prey to the Student Council and participate in one of their silly activities. Gathering often provides a nice break in the school’s daily routine. A 1b Uh, whal’d he say? Gwen Gruetter, Louise Osborn and Kristin Solberg decipher strange announcements. | 5 kS IIIIIIR 3 Out of Every 4 Students Think Gathering Is Fun. Danic Schiff, Joana Tenorio. David Warner, and Carl Russell sit through another Gathering. “We’re Out For BLOOD!” Ashley Berman announces a girls’ soccer game against our top rival, Catlin Gabel. “What Did I Do To Deserve This?” Evan Seifert, Student Council President, survives another Mystery Friday. “How Y’all Do-in ? Trivia-Ted asks his traditional question during gathering. “Aren’t I Beautiful?” Simon Brown gets “beautified” by his sister Clair during the sibling Mystery Friday. 14 28 “Someone Do Something Funny Before We All Fall Asleep!” Cuong Luu, Drew Rollins, and Jordan Ziegler desperately try to stay awake. “Can’t Wait To Hear That Trivia!” Tristan Morse, last year’s Trivia Master, gets excited for gathering. �Requisites 29 �Myths, Mesopotamia, and Monks The English department offers a wide variety of courses for Seniors. One of the more interesting courses is Shakespeare for the Stage. In this course students approach the plays as plays instead of literature. They study the characters and write critical essays about them to learn how to portray them better. The course is centered around the Shakespeare plays going on in Portland, many of which they will sec during the semester. So What Is Love...? Darren Olson and Jeff Herman in Philosophy of Love. Kei Yamaguchi, Amy Greene, and Jack Teng listen to David Streight in Philosophy of Love. No, It’s Like This ... Amy Wilson, Aaron Bitte, and Lloyd deBruin get into a deep discussion about History. a T/ 7j W MTS //. 30 Nicole Swink, Alice Gray, and Rachael Cookson in Buddhism. �E ! I i I I Almost Done! Andersen English, concentrating on finishing his U.S. History assignment. Clair Brown and Taylor Matheson having fun in English. ?arissa Ponting, Wairimu Mungai, and ?uong Luu express their feeling about iumanities. Robin Walsh, Henry Chandler, and Heather Curl, hard at work in Humanities. r * > /’in Done! Tundc Sosanya kicks back in U.S. History while Brian Crossman, Thomas Totonchy, and Jordan Elliot work on their assignment. 31 �CRUZ ,1^. esia ej fcar.o? u-onta KimbaJI proofreads some of TavJor Ma[hesC' ) 4 > / z ie "ants a hair cut. I DEPARTAMENTn pE IClONfAs <dz 14 32 ■i �Universal Languages i i i This year, foreign language has taken a great and exciting start. Most students at OES take a foreign language or speak one. OES students have the option of taking Japanese, French or Spanish. The OES teachers teach language skills and customs of the cultures that we learn about. This year’s French teachers are Micheline Ghattas and Pam Vohnson, Rich Sherwood and Atsuko Matsuyama are teaching Japanese and Katharine Kimball and Dana Lewis have been teaching Spanish. Students have been given the option of spending time in a different country to apply to language skills that they learn at OES. Such programs have been offered from the AMIGOS program, ASSIST, Rotary, and others. £ ana Lewis explains a Spanish lesson to Alice Gray, Sarah iorsc, and Angie Bevill while playing charades. ian Shum wonders why he’s ponly French student in the ^ss. The Three Stooges Andy de Guzman, Tristan Morse and Carl Russell show us what Spanish is all about: Eating and goofing off! 33 �Derivitives, Databases, and Deadcats OES has an excellent science department. We offer a wide variety of choices. They are Biology, Honor Biology, Wetlands Ecology, Chemistry, Honors Chemistry, Physics, Honors Physics, Advanced Physics, Anatomy and Physiology, Environmental Geology, and Science, Technology, and Society. Our math department is structured to fit the needs of each individual. Many classes at any different levels are offered for that reason. The math department consists of Sharon Cade, Gary Crossman, Nancy Doulis, Art Horst, Martha Horst, Sue Knight, and Chris Locke. Computers are a major part of the academic needs at OES. Every student has an e-mail account and th computer lab is never empty. The computer department consists of the one and only “lovely” John Kerslake. John Lamb makes dissecting his furry friend fun. 34 BEST BUDS. Gabe Levin and his anorexic friend team together to do ... Um ... Scientific things. With intensity Erin Murphy clips the skin of the dead cadaver. SPACING OUT!! Andrew Hoffman dumbfoundedly stares into space whi trying to block out the voice of his science teacher. �1 i* I a—7 I 3~.rf I $■ g BLAST FROM THE PAST!! Annie Warner, dressing for success, works blatantly on her FST homework. ARE WE HAVING FUN YET? Eyeing the camera, Chris Edell finds a way to distract himself, for a second, from his PDM class. 5 LOOK AT ME, MOM!! While showing off for the camera Mr. Locke still manages to teach his Advanced Algebra class. Candy Koo and Keita Miyazaki work intensely on the computer. 4'k "Ml 1 WHAT DO YOU MEAN I HAVE NO MAIL? Won Moc curiously looks at his e-mail, but disappointedly finds nothing. 35 �A Part In The Arts.. O.E.S. offers many art courses including Ceramics, Art Trek, Paper Arts, Graphic Arts and Architecture. Students in Drawing 1 learn to draw in different perspectives and at the end of the semester must complete a self-portrait. In the painting class students learn how to make a canvas, mix paints, and to paint. Art Trek involves a variety of projects. Students get to experience ceramics, drawing, Indian Art, and other media. i HMM ... LET’S SEE HERE Jeff Kinzer carefully erases and redraws part of his art project. »>vj , r UH ... SMILE Amy Wilson poses for the camera instead of painting. 36 WORK! WORK! WORK! Leslie Colip steadily works on her project for Graphic Art. �I cJ f=» \ ! CLAY. CLAY. CLAY. Boxes of clay wait to be used by the ceramic class. FALLING ASLEEP? Quite the opposite! Kendra Smith, a Senior, concentrates extremely hard on her art project. WHAT IS ART? “Art is a black circle in a white room,” Bre Orsborn. “Those lines on paper,” Laura Champion. “Art is that guy who lives with Martha!” Jennifer Liggett. “Art is music, love, poetry and anything you want it to be,” Pam Parker. ‘A way of expressing yourself,” Carola Sonnde. 1 1 �So Many Activities, So Little Time! Activity period is meant to be a time when students go outside the normal curriculum in ways that are meant to be fun and educational. Some activities’ goal is to produce a product like a newspaper or the Art-Lit magazine, but some are just meant to give students a chance to pursue other interests they have. Kiruthi Njenga talks with Rosa Hemphill during the research activity. Sarah Pope in Concert Band, which gives more accomplished musicians a chance to play in a group. Yumi Shigematsu concentrates on playing her violin in Concert Band. Robin Walsh works on perfecting another letter in Calligraphy. Evan Seifert leads yet another Student Council meeting while Alexis Davis, Kei Yamaguchi, and Annie Warner listen intently. I 38 �MM Alice Gray works on her Calligraphy assignment. Ryan Radecki and Travis White looking excited as they listen to Annie Warner in Student Council. During Peer Counseling, Shane Fisher works on, uh ... counseling stuff. Wairimu Mungai plays on computers and synthesizers during the electronic media activity. Laura Champion and Jennifer Liggett hurry to meet their first page deadline in Yearbook. John Liu, Joana T. de Figueiredo, Serena Lin, and Rita Lee work with Robin Weitzer to produce “The Voice,” a newsletter written by the international students. In preparation for Open-Mike night, Sydney Levin sets up the lights in the Great Hall. 39 = �J ■ 1/ / ■'« 1 t '■ ■ ! 40 M �Amusements ii ■ i 41 i �Pacing for Glory! What a Kodak moment!: Art Horst “You’re not worthy!!”: Honorably mentioned Amy Laird bows down to first and second team members, Elias Silvernail and Tunde Sosanya. WOMEN RULE!!!: Amy Laird, the only female on the cross country team. Yupp, I’m the best, there’s no competition!: Nick Liu Elias Silvernail and Andy Web­ ber show their affection for one another af­ ter a meet. Going for the gold: Charlie Enloe 42 A �Members of the Pack Members of the pack take a short break to pose for the camera: Elias Silvernail, Nick Liu, Andy Webber, Charlie Enloe, Amy Laird The mighty sophomores team up against a freshman: Elias Silvernail, Andy Webber, and Nick Liu. The Team Amy Laird 9 Nathan Spencer 9 Charlie Enloe 9 Craig Hudgins 9 Nick Liu 9 i Andy Webber 10 Elias Silvcrnail 10 David Hutchinson 10 Tunde Sosanya 11 Matt Clark 11 Rob Webber 12 I ♦COACH: Art Horst “Nothing to worry about, I’ll win’’: Charlie Enloe 43 �>8 • * Pass, Set, Kill — F Senior Sorrow. Seniors Cassie Lautenschleger, Julia Weitzer, and Kathi Shoemake are sad to see volleyball season come to an end, but Cassie is going a little too far! Top to bottom: Coach Diane Spencer, Sue Spencer, Gwen Gruetter, Julia Weitzer, Arnie Lamb, Kathi Shoemake, Coach DeeAnn Albaugh, Cassie Lautenschleger, Meghan Daaboul, Heather Gregory, and Jen Ing. Showing her unique, but effective way of spiking, Gwen Gruetter dances her way to victory. i ! 1 I Circle of Friends. The girls varsity volleyball team show not only 44 their sportsmanship, but their great friendship as well. Picture Perfect. Gwen Gruetter, Julia Weitzer, an Kathi Shoemake give big smiles to show their han work and friendship. �1 I 1 V. I. (B-row, L to R): A. McClung, L. Colip, Coach Lamb, S. isher, W. Mungai, P. Iles, K. Solberg, J. Lee, L. Daaboul. Hangin Together. The girls varsity volleyball team pose perfectly for a group picture. . 7.4 V. II. (B-row, L to R): A. Kellett, S. Levin, E. Shepard, C. )uther, C. Ponting, B. Orsborn, N. Takao W1 Big Slam!! Heather Gregory slams the □all and wins a point against Portland Xdventist. Bang it Boys’! Annie Kellett, David Warner and Won Moc show their spirit by cheering for the girls varsity volleyball team. Standing Tall. Heather Gregory and Meghan Daaboul aren't afraid to show 45 that they are kids at heart. �Men’s Soccer Ben Edcr takes off for a header | Men’s Varsity: (Bk. Row. L to R) Totonchy, Njue, Mck, Coach Dobos, Russell, Vin­ son, Harada. (Mid. Row, L to R) Sawada, Spencer, Rollins, T. Morse, Anton, B. Eder. (Fr. Row, L to R) D. Eder, Walsh, Yamaguchi s .. V T.. ► z—f ■4 / Won Moc easily controls the high 46 pressure atmosphere J ^.fusaas. Will Anton gives a helping shoulder as David Eder hobbles off the field Andy De Guzman displays his OE skills, as he passes a defender �f:■'**■* ■: g? ■C£'« Wj J**” Sack row, L to R: H. Masuda. T. Teng, N. Willing, Coach Justin Kerr, J. Teng, D. Warner, A. Hoffman. Middle row, L to R: G. Levin, C. Luu, C. Lee, T. Feher, D. Schiff, J. Lamb, M. Wood, D. Olsen, K. Njcnga. Front row, L to R: D. Van B., M. Doblie, D. Kang, N. Lowe. k Lee Njue shows no fear as he attacks the goal with finesse and style i Pretty Boys David Eder, Won Moe, Yosukc Sawada, Kei Yamaguchi and Lee Njue pose for GQ magazine Carl “The Muscle” Russell counts how many players he went through to score Tristan Morse is “The Man”. �O.E.S. Kick It!!! O.E.S. Girls Varsity Soccer TEAM Left to right. Back row: Mandy ! Stewart. Amy Greene. Kavka Hcyn, Assistant Coach Lisa Gordon, Coach Kris Van Hatcher.al Sarah Pope, Annie Warner, Stephanie Pevec. Middle row: Lacll Hickey, Amy Wilson, Pam Parker. Louise Osborne, Jen Sunshine, Nicole Pattamanuch, Badaja Hedland. Front row: Cathy Huynh J Vicky Choi, Ashley Berman, Taylr1 Matheson. I O.E.S. Girls Varsity had a terrific season. The Varsity Coach, Kris VanHatcher, helped prepare the team and get them ready to win most of their games. “Even if he did make us get up at 7:00am during the pre-season, we couldn’t have done it without him,” quotes one of his players. The team went on to win the Sportsmanship Award and are now League Co-Champions. ALMOST THERE! Amy Wilson goes after the ball, ready to score at anytime. II ATTACK!!! Ashley Berman tries to plow over the other team’s goalie to make a goal for her team. GETTIN’ GROOVY! To show their team spirit, Girls Varsity Soccer goes rctro-70s. �I] ft c b o a V?. K ' X' ■ 7*\ f s r i*. ' i '.t •. i O.E.S. GIRLS J.V. SOCCER Left to right. Back row: Carola Sonnde, Elizabeth Savage, Nicole Pattamanuch, Team Manager Laura Champion, Coach Katharine Kimball, Wynne Peterson-Nedry. Katie Meyers. Angie Bevill. Middle row: Kavita Heyn. Lindsey Blauer, Naomi Pease. Rose Whitmore, Theresa Nogeire, Anna Wahler. Front row: Patty Jeanne Semura, Coreen Sapp. Girls J.V. Soccer had a good season. Although they did not win all their games, they still did a great job. The first goal of the season was scored by Rose Whitmore. Coreen Sapp, one of the two J.V. goalies says, “I love being goalie because of all the pressure!” This year the coach for the team was Katharine Kimball or “Kat” as she is referred to by the team. i f .J. BUTTS UP!!! Mandy Stewart, Lacie Hickey, and Amy Wilson get ready to pounce on their players! OH, NO YOU DON’T! Amy Wilson blocks out her defender so she can’t get to the ball. ! I : COME AND GET IT!!! Stephanie Pcvec dribbles the ball towards the other team’s goal. THERE IT GOES! Mandy Stewart watches the ball roll by before running after it. LOOK AT ME!!! Pam Parker uses all her strength to do a throw-in. �OES Ski Team Racer Ready... 10...5...4...3 Top: Left to Right: Harvey Rogers, Marcin Jeske, Cameron Kellett, Cory Hoffman (Coach), Cameron Stewart, Sarah Pope, Shingo Harada, Labe Orloff Middle: Sue Spencer, Henry Chandler, Conor Huseby, Alexis Davis, Kavita Heyn, Chris Edell, Sydney Levin, Simon Brown Bottom: Jennifer Liggett, Gwen Gruetter, Coreen Sapp, Theresa Nogeire, Annie Kellett, Heidi Phillips, Angie Bevill Smile For The Camera! Heidi Phillips and Angie Bevill are anxious to get up to the 5Q mountain. I Conor Huseby speeds down the coun eager to see how fast he’s flying. �I RACER #17 IN THE STARTING GATE. Racer ready, 10 ... 5 ... 4 ... 3, and Sue Spencer gets ready to tear up the varsity course. John Waskey speeds down the JV course taking his turns quick and tight. Varsity girls Sarah Pope and Theresa Nogeire smile and wait for their races to begin. READY AND WAITING. Simon Brown waits patiently for his race to begin. Henry Chandler barrels down the course in hopes of winning first place. 51 �Hard Work Pays Off...Sometimes I Coach Sherwood, Asst. Coach Frey, Voll, Morse, Yu, Lautenschlcger, Greene, Foster, Schunk, Parker, Hickey, Choi. Mine! Lacie Hickey jumps up for a rebound against Catlin while Lorissa Foster and Katherine Voll rush to help out. 52 ' 1 We Always Knew She Was Possessed. Vicky Choi leave her defender behind as she drives for the basket. He Is Not OK! Varsity coach Rich Sherwood doing, urn, well ... his own thing. �u • •: ist Try And Stop Me. Jessica Yu takes ijump shot over her defender in a game gainst Catlin. You Wanna Fight About It? Rich expresses his frustration while Jessica Yu cheers on her teammates. Gimme A Big Hug! Lacie Hickey and Vicky Choi pose for the camera during half-time tack row: Russell, Dickinson, Coach Cade, Graves, Champion. Middle row: Sit, Pickering, Mauer, Fisher, Lamb, Orsborn. Front row: Cookson, Mungai, Brinegar, Curl. Who Are YOU Looking At? Varsity Assistant Coach Cara Frey is looking excited at half-time. 53 �Another Year, Another Exciting Team . • JV2 Back Row: N. Lowe, N. Rein, C. Luu, Coach Carmichael, N. Liu, W. Darden, D. Kang Second Row: M. Vaneslow, O. Ortega, N. Merwin, D. Beutler, R. Gunawan, J. Zeigler Tristan Morse For Three! n 7s This year’s basketball teams did a great job, and had a wonderful season. The varsity team started the year off with a bang, winning their first Jamboree game. A lot of people showed up for their big game: Will they go to playoffs? Nobody knows for sure yet. Congratulations on a job well done; and good luck for games to come! i 54 J V Back Row: D. Warner, W. Moc, Coach King, O. Inan, B. Crossman Front Ro T. Feher, D. Cade, L. deBruin T. Totonchy I �i i I 1 Varsity Back Row: C. Russell, J. Elliot, G. Phillips, O. Inan, J. Teng, Front Row: T. Morse, D. Cade, T. Teng. K. Williamson, L. deBruin, T. Sosanya What’ll It Be Coach?” Jack Teng, )mer Inan, Tom Teng, Grant Phillips nd Lloyd deBruin listen intently. <yle Williamson is ready for a break. “Defense!” O.E.S. shows their stuff against a tough competitor. Tunde Sosanya looks ready to pass to one of his team-mates. “Anyone Open?” Jordan Elliott has to think fast about his next move. These guys are obviously enjoying a little rest. 55 �■ FOOD ■I M *1 i s r j 56 I “Fencing Is Life!!’’ Greer Rabiega shows his love for Fencing by wearing an eye-catching T-shirt. “Lunge ... Retreat ... Advance ...!” Brian Davis shows some fancy footwo while trying to beat a fellow fencer. �Activities •i I ■ 57 ��• ■. > 5BF'< > s3 L-v-l - ■•■■• : X > J"•V. !■ I ■* • xg £ P-i bi’ • . ' 3 1 J)**** i -i | ’ I4* \ s> 7 I ! /I ■Eh '*®r ■■ .-Xx - iI 7 ( \ t .< 59 �Music Mania!!! OES has many musical opportunities. There is choir, acappella, musical theatre, and a jazz band. Musical theatre and choir are directed by Adam Steel Acappella is made up of a group ■ chosen singers under the directio of Diana Kornet. PARTY ON! The OES choir trip becomes a great place for hanging out and of course singing! SLEEPING ON THE JOB? Director Adam Steele seems to be taking a doze during choir practice. NEW MUSIC GUYS? Evan Seifert and John Liu take time t< study their music. © 1 AH MAN! Won Moc looks as though he has made a mistake, while on lookers start to laugh. 60 NOW SMILE! A group of choir members take a break for a photo. �ppp ACAPPELLA: Back row, L to R: Amy Jacobsen, Won Moc, Jung Ah Lee, Ryan Taylor, Kris Solberg, Lindsey Blauer, Evan Seifert, Jack Teng, Angie Bevill, Director Diana Kornet. Front row, L to R: John Liu, Joana T. de Figueiredo, Bub-Bub Suppipat. 1 z SING IT! Soloist Angie Bevill sings during an Upper School Gathering. OH YA! Amy Jacobsen sings a solo, while everyone turns to watch Bub-Bub Suppipat. JUST HANGIN’! R.T. and Won Moc take a break from singing. 61 �X-Periods & Chapels i 0ii This year the OES community was fortunate to have such visitors as Freeman Dyson, Jane Goodall, and Richard Leakey just to name a few. Not only do we have these people to thank for providing us with thought provoking insights but our diverse student and faculty community has entertained and helped us gain knowledge on various subjects all year. Our chapels and X-periods have given us this unique opportunity which is only another great aspect of the OES community. And what did the Kenyans think about Richard Leakey? “I think he does a very good job with the conservation of wildlife in Kenya, but I don’t think he should get involved with politics,” said Lee Njue. But Kiruthi Njenga’s opinion was a little different. “Mr. Leakey’s political intentions are very good. I think he should join with other political powers, and I wouldn’t mind if he became president.” 1 I •A Dr. Jane Goodall enjoys a cup of coffee with her tail-less chimpanzee after speaking to the OES upper school. Masakazu Kobayashi entertains us wil his classical guitar: “It’s bad 62 man!’’ �A skit is performed for the All School St. Nicholas Chapel. The Spanish Inquisition”: Evan Porter-Seifert and Ryan Radecki Perform a skit during a Mystery Friday. A Partrid e In A. Pear Tree era ..H Michael Charpentier blows us away with his talent. Do ... Re ... Mi: Adam Steele's choral group makes harmony during the All School Chapel. “TWO TURTLE DOVES!!! ... and a par­ tridge in a pear tree ft “I feel good!!” John Lamb plays the drums during an open mike X-period. 63 �The Curious Savage J i I Z J “Where Are Those Bonds?” Nancy Pickering defends her husband. Adam Greene, from an accuser who thinks that Adam Greene is the one who stole the bonds. \ V * “I Hope She Isn't Beautiful. Competition Exhausts Me.” Eager! Adrienne Ponting listens to Heathd Gregory recalling her days as an j actress. “My Head Is Pounding.’’ Heather Gregory fools her three children into thinking she is terribly ill. “I Can’t Believe It!” Heather Gregory informs Elizabeth Savage of her great fortune. “It Can’t Be!’’ Nancy Pickering finds the truth of Heather 64 Gregory’s fortune. “Oh, How Dreadful.” Heather Gregory reads of her children’s encounter with the police. �CAST Mrs. Savage: Heather Gregory Titus: Ryan Radecki Lily Bell: Taylor Wilcox Samuel: Marcin Jeske Fairy Mae: Adrienne Ponting Hannibal: Darren Olson Jeffrey: Adam Greene Florence: Heidi Phillips Mrs. Paddy: Emily Shepard Dr. Emmett: Elizabeth Savage Ms. Wilhelmina: Nancy Pickering “You Hid The Bonds Where?” Taylor Wilcox falls for the mischievous plan about the location of the bonds. “Well It Goes Like This ...” (bold) Heather Gregory explains a sticky situation to Adrienne Ponting and Heidi Phillips. Heidi Phillips catches Darren Olson in blind man’s bluff. Why The First Time 1 Put My Arms Around Lily Bell, She Bit Me.” The guests listen to Heather Gregory tell them of her horrifying stories about her children. “Bach With Variations Of My Own.” Darren Olson plays a lovely tune on his fiddle. J 65 �The Good Doctor This year’s All-School Play, directed by Jack O’Brien, was a series: scenes that Neil Simon adapted from different Chekhov plays. The play involved faculty, staff, students, and alumni, both in the cast an crew, and all had tremendous fun being involved! Nancy Pickering applies Debby Schauffler’s make-up. i( j Miss Cass scolds her children’s governess, Galena Kiir The Writer, Rev. Bartlett, and the General, Peter Stevens, strike a dignified pose. “OF COURSE THIS IS FUN!” says Heidi Phillips, after many long hours designing, constructing, and setting the lights. “Duck! How Could I Have Forgotten Duck?!?” David Streight ponders Terry Hansen’s delicious main dish suggestion._______ __________ J (X “The line is ‘You want me to PAY to see a drowning man?’ ” assists the stage manager, Drew Rollins. The Writer, Sue Knight, explains an alternative ending. “Tea? That would be lovely!” answers an aging Dians Kornet to Jack O’Brien’s brave proposal. ...1 �I ■ i 1 The Husband, played by Matt Clark ’90, explains to his lovely wife, Moneeka Settles, what Peter Semyonych had to say about her today. ■i The greatest Seducer of Other Men’s Wives, John Capen, explains his fool-proof seduction methods. The Writer, Corbet Clark, explains his next plot. The Poor Defenseless Creature, Debby Schauffler, tries to explain her plight to the Banker, Harvey Zendt, and his assistant, David Goodman-Farley. Rose Whitmore, while not working on the crew, provided lovely piano accompaniment for the show. The Cast. - �$ L 4V/ ✓>-z *' ** - *k LZiJ 68 �fl CONSPIRATORS 'I I * 69 �K - K if 70 Many years of fun! Some, more years than others. �Matt: I am looking forward to our Smoothy King in Arizona. I love you! 1 I Mom and Dad: my love and thanks shines to both of you, brighter than the sun with its innumerable rays. All of me is you I I' TO SOME: Sage Bear-no more obliv. beach trips, I love you, ugly faces in the late night mirror. K.T.-New Orleans. Court-icy, snowy dark rocks to the springs, if I were a bump on this corner. Josh-the limo, the roof, the lake and more ... ANNIE-north and south beaches, earrings in bottles, cans in saunas, pipes in jacket, lighterfluid breakdowns, Martin-it’s my mtn., B-day cakes and Alps. Damien ... Florence dunes, cold of Bend, trust me Humphrey’s scars will mend. Florence crew, Sauvie crew, soccer team and Hatch, Elliot. G reene-wallowas, Darren and his shaggy dog. Toby while the sun rises. Moser off a dune, Aaron walking on water. Sexy Simone and Galena. Crazy Gobel. Girls of’96. Ben: bit o honey. Peter D. Peter D. Peter D. Gabe and others . . goodbye ■ . ■ You’re too busy working io pay for ma­ chines to save you time so you won't have to work so hard and by trying to save every bit ofit, he ends I up wasting the whole thing. AC Sarah Kathryn Bickford Take time to love and be loved, it is too short a day to be selfish. Take time to laugh, it is the music of the soul. KL, KW, AD. JW, KS-you will forever bring me joy and laughter; and to all friends everywhere, you are always in my heart, 1 love you! f r< I “Friendship,” said Pooh bear, “Is a very comforting sort of thing.” Mom and Dad: Thanks for all the years of love and support. 1 love you with all of my heart. Ha Ha Ha Ha, she can’t stop laughing!-Jamcs Taylor If 1 have the belief that I can do it, 1 shall surely acquire the capacity to do it, even if I may not have it at the beginning.-Mahatma Gandhi Judy, my teacher and friend: you are my inspiration. Rivers know this; there is no hurry. We shall get there someday.-A.A. Milne 71 �Hank Cushman Amy Davis Keri and Kay, you guys are the best friends anyone could have. Keri, Bathroom. Now! To my family, Thank You, and I love you Stop and let the world go on without you once in a while.-Unknown ■i 72 The world is a rose: smell it and pass it on to your friends.-Persian Proverb My dear friends, I will miss you guys and all the good times we’ve had. Love Ya Lots. �1 The Brian Song by Michael Palin of Monty Python Brian... the babe they called Brian Grew...grew, grew and grew, Grew up to be, Grew up to be, A boy called Brian, A boy called Brian. He had arms and legs and hands and feet This boy whose name was Brian And he grew, grew, grew and grew Grew up to be Yes he grew up to be A teenager called Brian A teenager called Brian. .And his face became spotty Yes his face became spotty And his voice dropped down low And things started to grow On young Brian and so He was certainly no No girl named Brian Not a girl named Brian. .And he started to shave And have one off the wrist And want to see girls And go out and gel pissed A man called Brian This man called Brian. The man they called Brian. This man called Brian. Brad Feltz 1 B i! r OREGON EPISCOPAL SCHOOL >4317 NE 37TH AVE RIDGEFIELD WA 93442 PORTLAND, OR 92/93 �Adam Greene - I f. * Carpe Diem Amy Greene 74 �Jeffrey Herman Mis amigos y mis amores. Me Ilamo Don Juan de Marco. Mis amigos me Haman Jefe pero prefiero que ellos me llamen el gran Don Juan, ^por que? Porque soy valiente. Soy guapisimo. Soy suave. Soy fuerte. Mas fuerte que los dios griegos. Tengo la voz de amor. Hablo espanol con clocuencia. Con amor. Mi profesora de espanol me dijo-jHay caramba Jefe! Hablas espanol mejor que todos mis estudiantes. Debieras ser un escritor porque hablas mejor que Federico Garcia Lorca.-Cuando las mujeres me eschuchan y me miran dicen.-jHay! El es mi amor. Estoy cnamorada.-Soy el mejor amante del mundo. Soy irresistible. Yo soy el gran Don Juan de Marco. i I ■ Kyle Hoelscher I I 75 �I ■H<xyv\k\ My strength is the strength of ten because my heart is pure. -Tennyson Suddenly as rare things will, it van­ ished.-R. Browning Thanks for the memories Whatever you do, do cautiously, and look to the end.Latin Prov­ erb There’s no thrill in easy sailing when the sky is clear and blue. There’s no joy in merely doing things which anyone can do. But there's great satisfaction that is mighty sweet to take, when you reach a destination that you thought you couldn’t make. -Anonymous OwUr 76 OrW^ ■ �Wait. Today is Friday?! I thought it was Tuesday. What class do I have next? -Foster Child Would you like to go to Hawaii with me? It’d be no problem. -Matty Slater My life can fit in the corner of your room. -Darrin Olson How is your car? Is it running today? -Everyone The following is a summation of all of my unconnected thoughts on OES and life in general. OES is good . I thank each person here for making it an experience. I would like a cabin in the woods. I'm glad we had those bouts of after- lunch silliness. Laughter is good. The Ha-Ha game ought to be played more often . Trees and country music are good. Yes-huh. There are too many damn people. Follow your heart, not your mind. I love my blind dog, Teddy, unconditionally. Drive carefully. Give me a ring, anytime, I'd like to chat: (360) 693-7742 . Thanks. Lorissa Chieko Foster H's also cold, light, and pully Snow is like some ice cubes in your hand Or some really, really, cold, cold sand. Snow is from the big, blue sky. Something lhat you can’t always buy. So. use your snow wisely and carefully, and There will be some left for met -LCF 77 �—— - - -J J— _, _______________________________ |*C,»d Xu>-'» hw >rtbyi*’-» aMTI*^ _ ,_ _., -* 1XX4 I.K ><v» -x-xbujilj TtSt>^j UH aj*~ul <-^caK " Z -<vitya>u^ frying ■‘Jt.H JOZM UU,*^*, yj t|V>M -km, Ora) ai v^c?\\ V u «*■ Uia--.* , t**J 5O»<.tw»M_5 L ' If M.CX 1 Caj^c ? 3 X r ~3°' 1A fc Af j ^azcArvtr i • s TO UUf" C<TOC>U-bl “ 5 rUdclfl*. >r J-1**?- h'Q nod ~>7^j I Itl ^F? »»*.. K JmxumU* •. -■* U.U k fi»h nuA\ « hi«yK-C>41 **•K **4•*■*. •4*»' ***?•. H\HA John Lamb / ft : 78 / * « �I Jung-Ah Lee I i*1 ClarityFaithPotentialReadyHonesty, TrustYouHeartMorallndependentCanKindPressure. WonderSpiritPurityRightThinkReality Patience AspectValuesExcellence TruthEnthusiasmSensible PrideLibertySupportDisciplineGallantPerfect Insightinspire Tough WithAggressiveShareStraight WorkWisdomSelfMiraclesCa Im Knowledge Identity LovePurposelmproveJustice Yield Memory Serious Keita ( 95-96 P.S.TherelsNothinglnThisWorldThatls Impossible.WithAllTheThingsStated Above.AnythingCouldHappen. 79 �Carl Russell Equipo do fiitbol Darren the Lion My Puppy If OES had wanted you to have a life, they would have issued you one.-Dr. Bill I r K * ’ '■ * '■ <3 4* * I You try hard, that’s what countsl-Tristan M. ???? Henrick Tristan Morse I’m so happy because today I found my friend-in my head. I’m so ugly, but that’s OK because so are you.-Kurt Cobain Though I know I’ll never lose affection for people and things that went before, I know I’ll often stop and think about them, in my life I’ll love you more.-John Lennon Name: on _This is a reminder that you have earned a TimeBack. You arc due to serve f*/ the '7(~ K of f'/' . Please remember you arc to arrive al 6:00 a m. on a Thursday or 7:30 a.m. on a Saturday. REASON: y ** -XA »• y /cl/' Thank you, 80 (Advisor) < o... �£f2iM GLiZA&Cnl WlSPW ! — ' "There is no normal life there's just life/ -Tombstone The Disappearing Ireland Once we presumed to find ourselves for good Between its blue hills and those sandless shores Where we spent our desperate night in prayer and vigil, Once we gathered driftwood, made a hearth and hung or cauldron like a firmament, The island, broke beneath us (ike a wave. The (and sustaining us seemed to hold jirm Only when we embraced it in extremis, All I believe that happened there was vision. -Seamus Heaney = [Selected Poems 1966-87, p.261] I Kristin Kay Solberg 81 �I Lee Kimathi Njue Nutthin’ but a team thang. Il was always down for whateva! Keeping it real to get what was necessary from the experiences and education was priority number one and now as I dream about the future I have to reach for the stars, and if I miss a star then I grab a handful of clouds. Word up! s k Darren Olson Clue boy, jump high life Never live ever-live, like a firefly riding the flames of time listening for it, that one thing drum beat, Mister, like you like. Laugh at it, love at it, sing to it all day long Open Up Your Eyes stop asking why you do it, never. go listen, MAN, listen to the beat of the antlers, beat, beat, beat Let it rain, let the dust flow Let your mind flow from the cruel moon. Dance, dance ever, dance like your life dances, dance foot step, bare foot on the concrete butts between toes, whistling with the cool air­ blow. �I “YOUR SILENCE. U7ILL NOT PROTECT YOV." -AUDRE LORDE. LOVI5C O5BORNE 19% » YOSUKE SAWADA There are many things in life that must be done, though 1 do not see what they arc, yet. No, 1 think I have cleared one of those walls that stand in the path of my life. I wonder how many walls are still left to climb. When I clear every wall, what will happen? Will I live? Will I die? Will I find my answer? One thing is sure: I I’ve gotten one step closer to success. A® I i j| IL I i - J.1 is said to be a miracle, for a man who can’t head the ball nor tackle people to be playing as a starting defense player on the arsity Soccer Team. Special thanks to: My kind parents, My pretty sisters And the Foster Family -I love one touch.- Gheorge Dobos 83 �Evan I am but mad north-north-west; When the wind is southerly 1 know a hawk from a handsaw. „ Come over here and I’ll give you new reason io fear Titanium Dioxide. empted to corrupt someone's morals? There was a naughty boy, a naughty boy was he; He could not sit at home, he could not quie* be™1^ '° corn,pl son^«ne’s morals and discover it is too late? )ena % zwrite fchang I wanl lo Statue Got Me High there to share your laughter, and be there to wipe away your tears... To reduce risk of serious injury to hands, wrists, or other joints, read safety and comfort guide. The things we cherish are small indeed, so much the larger the need. You’re puking? |x fhcrc Life is like a movie, write your own endine K,™ hi -. y own ending. Keep believing, keep pretending. J can not dismiss you, shelter you, speak with you, smile at you, trusting me, laugh and brush you off, and I agree. Language serves not only to ex nr h k When yoU’rC thCrC‘1 SkCP lcn8lhW,SC’ When P css ,hou&ht but to make possible ihouehK •y “Sr t., a™. what’s the problem' jHonnal in my bed. Words are the supreme objects. They are minded things. re (lining with death... Poets are the mad midwives to reality. They sec not what is, nor what can be, but what must become. The oyster is a blob of glup, but a woman is a woman. must be the ™!h ’ '°"''V'r h’ k b| Istanbul (n , 'nof Const.,antinople) "" ‘"possible. y—« ■"«- Turkeys are clever in the wild, but in captivity, they re posit erseks is in himself. wZ" What the superior man What the mean man sceas othets. appeared My verse continu t wicked be h Ay! Wicked Ay! Oooh hooh! Say No MORE! Oooh!-d Ya Sleep is no substitute for caffeine. --------proficient and as dead as Huck Finn's cal. c inically 1 Prison always has been a good place for writers, killing, as it does, the twin demons of mobility and diversion. A reflected shock shattered opals in my eyes. 121 Your nitm.ic .. Your hands and feet - ----------lne nnn are man8ocs: you’re gonna be a genius anyway. PCrfCCL ven sex. • cc. right?""^ k"ad because it's the on!ys^hw” s'u<'<="< start Oren: N"lh\n^7^ lhis fr°’n cxpCnC" ’ ,sn’’il ir°nic how one r --' Person's torment is linked to another's jov? y°U C“n'e '° M,U ^Permuto Oren(pause): What? Rno^ |his f^.^^quanium physics. Everyone 1 danced with, was short. SS"f “ 84 Erik: Of course. Qn|y way ,Q resist lempla.ion is lo yield lo it. STRENGTH or PHYSICAL ...the Secret Welsh ART of SELF courage. — ------------------1 or PHYSICAL courage. ...I’ll hunt to ^-fcof the ends of the eanh, be th< eyes, hum you m there for your .ears, bring rears to your �Julia Weitzer Katherine Shoemake One person’s torture machine is another person’s kinky sex toy.-Louise Osborne and Me Those who hate must once have loved deeply. Those who want to deny the world must once have embraced what they now set on fire.-Kurt Tucholsky And I’ll never forget the feeling I got When I heard that you aren’t home. And I’ll never forget The smile on my face ’Cause 1 knew where you would be and if you’re in a crowd tonight Have a drink on me Go easy Step light ... ly Stay free -The Clash Lava is a philosophy The primordial ooze that Once ruled our world Has been captured in perpetual Motion. Lava is the moment. It’s Ever changing patterns are hypnotizing Yet invigorating. Lava is an art form A classic and at the same time ... Progressive. Lava is pre-historic and post modem. Lava is here to stay. i �ATTITUDE IS E VER YTHING ♦ V. - 86 Kendra Smith �Matthew H. Slater STOP! Don’t sweat it. Simply move a few inches left or right to get a new viewpoint. Look ... Reality is greater than the sum of its parts, also a damn sight holier. And the lives of such stuff as dreams are made of may be rounded with a sleep but they are tied neatly with a red bow. Truth doesn’t run on time like a commuter train, though time may run on truth. And the Scenes Gone By and the Scenes to Come flow blending together in the sea-green deep while Now spreads in circles on the surface. So don’t sweat it. For focus simply move a few inches back or forward. -Ken Kesey Eagles may soar, but a weasel’s never been sucked into a jet engine. -Unknown \11 of life’s riddles are answered in the novies. -Steve Martin vZ 1 & j- J il -ife is a game that must be played; rhe truth at least, good friends we know; >o live and laugh, nor be dismayed, \s one by one the phantoms go. -Edwin Arlington Robinson Simone Colette Stout Thank You and Lots of Love to: AB, AW, CL, CR, deBru­ ins, Greenes, KY, LCF, LO, OCK, TM, TN, TW 87 �Nicole Elisabeth Claire Swink Everything is funny as long as it is happening to someone else.-Will Rogers One body-respect it. One mind-feed it. One life-enjoy it. Any jackass can kick down a barn, but it takes a good carpenter to build one.-Sam Rayburn -Des'ree Women can do everything; men can do the rest.-Russian Proverb I like work. It fascinates me. I can sit around and look at it for hours.-Jerome K. Jerome Everything I did in my life that was worth while I caught Hell for.-Earl Warren Big sisters arc the crab grass in the lawn of life.-Charles Shultz Jazz is like a good conversation. You have to listen to what others have to say it you’re going to make an intelligent contribution.-Wynton Marsalis Ryan Taylor (aka RT) 88 �You giiyS made me grow UP- St ill I am not good enough to be independent, M 1 wilfl Start walking by mySelf with the b©St memorieS from OEs. Thank you Kery much for all of you who hare been Supporting me. I will nerer forget your kindneSS. For my PR[ULItIEs, friends, and FAMILY, Shizuka TakaniShi John Sze Ting Liu RW - ThanX for your supports all these years. I will always remember those cookies that U made for us! U are great! SK - You're great! I take that class is all because of U! Everybody - My days at OES were full filled. A big hug and many kisses to U all, thanX for all the advise, love and care! I'm now a bird with a pair of strong wings ready to FLY! Mum & dad - U are always a guide light for me. ThanX! What more can I say? Love U always. Colleen O. - Even though U are gone, but your soul and heart are also there inside of me. Miss U. NL,CS,LW & DK - U guys are the best! Stay cool! Miss U too... SL - Where is my father?:) Anyway,keep in touch and good luck on everything. Thanks for sharing with me all these years. EK/YS/SS/RG/TL/JS/SC/CK/RL/VS/DS/ES/JAL •..U gotta be bad,U gotta be bold,U gotta be wiser,U wiser , U gotta be hard,U gotta be tough,U gotta be stronger,U gotta be cool,u gotta be calm,U gotta stay together,all I know,all I know,love will save the day...take care?! ST * Stay strong! U can do it! Believe in yourself! Go for You know your way! Promise me? "a-to-de-ne!!" 89 �HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT OF GOD AND SATAN MIGHT BE BROTHERS? THAT WAS A FACT INOES THE EVIL ONE NAMED JACK TENG IF YOU JUST DON’T REMEMBER MY FACE, PLEASE FLIP !T TO MY BROTHER'S SENIOR PAGE. YOU WILL SEE MY FACE ON MY BROTHER'S HEAD. BUT, IF YOU DON'T REMEMBER WHO 1 AM. PLEASE BE AWARE OF SATAN. HE MIGHT DROP BY YOUR BEDROOM SOMETIME TO MAKE SURE YOU REMEMBER ME. HE IS A GOOD FRIEND OF MINE. Here I shall forgive the ignorant human beings ... they have not learned how to distinguish Jack and me.-Tom Teng - li 90 �Keri Lashbaugh Life is a canvas-you fill the picture.-Unknown Thanks to my friends for all the great times we’ve had together and our quaint little conversations at DQ. I love you guys. Hey, Kay & Amy, we could go to Dave’s ... Make the world your playground.-Suzy Becker Friendships will last if they are put first.-Unknown I I Katherine Ay ana Washington f. --.v Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hcarts.-Charles Dickens To my Mom, Uncle Dec and Dearie-Thanks for everything, love you always. Live all you can, it's a mistake not to.-Unknown Keri, Amy, Julia, Kathi, and Sarah-I love you guys and will really miss all the times we spent together. H I believe that we form our own lives, that we create our own reality, and that everything works out for the best.-Jim Henson �Rob Webber Locked up inside You can't tell me where it’s at Open up, open up, open the door Rocks and trees and physical culture Some days you hide lbwL I guess you wonder where you are Nature boy, Nature man, take me along We got a life that’s undiscovered. -David Byrne ! i 2i // 92 �1 Mike Wood Kei Yamaguchi 'HANX-To all my hommies in apan, relatives around the globe, ?lass of’96 (Most laid-back, hillin’class in OES history), faculties /ho fed my brains (Specially Rich, U < the Man), dormies, day students, nd SEN-PIEs who have graduated •ver the past few years, Ike Bros, jerry and Arney. ’Nough respect to fou all. “Those who give respect to others, get respect in return.”—Kei Yamaguchi to, EXTRATHANX^ad, Mom and my baby sisters. U ■onstantly gave me hope, love and ... noney. Most respect. i. a i ~ ■ -MESSAGE TO ... T.W.-Yo Trav, think about it. We started off being the fools on the back of the bus and we both ended up as the members of the Student Council...Wc sure did smoke our way up. Keep waftin' like we used to. T.T.-Go call Dominos for me. L.N.-East is always better than the west and Whitney, ... she ain't no queen. « -QUOTES THAT GAVE ME HOPE“C.R.E.A.M.” (Cash Rules Everything Around Me)—Wu-Tang Clan “1 wanna be as beautiful as a sewer rat."-Blue Hearts “Power doesn’t back up in the force of a smile, or in the face of a threat, or in the face of some kind of nonviolent loving action. It's not the nature of power to back up in the face of anything but some more power.”—Malcolm X I 93 �. I -'0 I :.^L. M ■•■•■• 1 7: 3 •I • 94 �95 I 1 �k J. T * * i . . . . m; 96 �la Fl iJ �98 �ilk I 99 �A c fi 100 �Al Miscellaneous 101 �i The Freshmen Kathryn Bambam 12 Anna Blessing 12, 22, 59 Emily Brinegar 12, 53 Anne Buhl 12, 22 Laura Champion 12, 23, 39, 48, 58, 112, 53 Henry Chandler 12, 31, 50, 51, 58 Leslie Colip 12, 36, 58 Heather Curl 12,23, 31,58, 112,53 Lauren Daaboul 12, 63 Niles Davidson 12 Charlie Enloe 12, 42, 43 Jordan Fink 12, 23 Shane Fisher 12, 22, 39,63,53 Arnie Graves 12, 53 Shingo Harada 12, 22, 24, 46, 50, 26 Jason Henkle 12, 99 r The Index Craig Hudgins 12, 43 Lynn Huynh 12, 23, 26, 59 Piper Iles 12, 22 Omer Inan 12, 54, 55 Jennifer Ing 12, 44, 26 Dong Woo Kang 12, 47, 54 Ann Kellett 12, 48, 50 Seth Kelsey 12 Eleanor Kim 12 Trey Knollman 12 Amy Laird 12, 42, 43 Nick Liu 12, 42, 43, 54 Cuong Luu 12,28,31, 54, 46 Hideyoshi Masuda 13, 47 Arnie McClung 13, 26,96 Elizabeth Merritt 13 Nicholas Merwin 13, 4, 22, 54 Wairimu Mungai 13, 31, 39, 63, 53 1 102 �Jack Tillotson 13, 31 Marc Vanselow 13, 54 Katherine Voll 13, 52 Ann-Kathrin Wahler 13, 22, 38, 48, 99, 97 Robin Walsh 13, 31, 38,47 Taylor Wilcox 13,22, 23,65,63 f The Sophomores Will Anton 10, 5, 46 Emily Bechen 10, 20 Daniel Beutler 10, 54, 59,60 Breanna Orsborn 13, 23, 53 Omar Ortega 13, 54 Christopher Patsis 13, 4 Nicole Pattamanuch 13, 48, 49, 99, 97 Carissa Ponting 13, 31 Greer Rabiega 13, 56 Carole-Anne RandallStitt 13, 112 Megan Reeves 13 Bobby Romanski 13, 63 Coreen Sapp 13, 48, 50, 26, 59, 97, 112 Patty Jeanne Semura 13,23,48, 59 Emily Shepard 13,22 Yumi Shigematsu 13, 23, 38 Lasa Sophonpanich 13 Callie Souther 13, 22, 63 Nathan Spencer 13, 43,46 Jennifer Sunshine 13, 49,26,99 Lisa Taylor 13 William Darden 10, 54 Kate Dickinson 10, 53 Max Doblie 10, 46 Amber Dubose 10 Ben Eder 10, 46, 112, 96 David Eder 10, 21, 46,112 Megan Glick 10, 5, 48, 59 Raymond Gunawan 10, 54 Jeffrey Gundle 10 Badaja Hedlund 10, 49,68 Christine Hilderbrand 10 Conor Huseby 10, 50 David Hutchinson 10,43 Amy Jacobsen 10, 5, 61 Arnie Lamb 10, 44, 97, 53 Gabe Levin 10, 34, 47 Jennifer Liggett 10, 50,97, 112 Thon Lisahapanya 10 Nathan Lowe 10, 47, 54 Taylor Matheson 11, 31,32,49,41 Elizabeth McCann 11 Gina Bevill 10, 96 Lindsey Blauer 10 Clair Brown 10, 28, 30 David Browning 10 David Cade 10, 54, 55,97 Michael Charpentier 10,63 Anne Chipman 10, 5 Rachael Cookson 10, 24,25,30,53 Meaghan Corwin 10 103 �Joana Tenorio 11,5, 23, 24, 28, 39, 61 David Warner 11,25, 28, 45, 47, 54 John Waskey 11,20, 51 Andy Webber 11,20, 42, 43, 107 Rose Whitmore 11, 48, 57, 67, 63 Nathaniel Willing 11, 47 Jessica Yu 11, 99, 52, 53 Jordan Ziegler 1 1, 20, 28, 54 ,1 Katie Meyers 11,5, 24, 48, 27 Justin Morasch 1 1 Kiruthi Njenga 11,4, 38, 47, 62 Theresa Nogeire 11, 5,48, 50, 51 Labe Orloff 11,50 Pam Parker 11,24, 48.49, 5,40, 112 Naomi Pease 11,48, 57 Wynne Peterson-Nedry 11, 48, 59 Stephanie Pevec 11, 21.48.49, 96 Nathaniel Rein 11, 54 Harvey Rogers 11, 50 Becky Russell 11,53 Jane Sadler 11, 96 Kelly Schunk 11, 96, 52 Felicity Shoulders 11 Brian Shum 11 Elias Silvernail 11, 20,21,42, 43,68 Carola Sonnde 11, 20, 48 Suzanne Spencer 11, 44, 50, 51, 58 Julawat Suppipat 11, 58,63,60,61 Natsumi Takao 11 104 The Juniors John Becker 8 Angie Bevill 8, 50, 32, 48, 18, 4, 40, 61 Aaron Bitte 8, 30 Simon Brown 8, 28, 50, 51,26 Steve Chiang 8 Vicky Choi 8, 49, 27, 53, 52 Matt Clark 8, 18 Brian Crossman 8, 31, 54, 59 Meghan Daaboul 8, 44, 45, 40 Alexis Davis 8, 18, 50, 38 Lloyd de Bruin 8, 30, 54, 55, 27 Andy de Guzman 8, 46, 5, 99 Chris Edell 8, 35, 18, 50 Jordan Elliot 8, 31, 55 Andersen English 8, 31 19 Tamas Feher 8, 19, 54, 47, 5 Alice Gray 8, 30, 32, 39 Heather Gregory 8, 44, 19, 43, 40, 64, 65 �i -F Johnathan Kowolik 8, 60 Chang Wook Lee 8, 47 Rita Lee 8, 39, 63 Sydney Levin 9, 25, 39, 50 Serena Lin 9, 39, 68, 60 Anmar Madani 9, 96 Dan Menely 9, 5 Won Moc 9, 19,25, 35,45,46, 54 Sarah Morse 9, 5, 32, 48,99,58,52 Gwen Gructter 8, 28, 18, 50, 44, 4, 27 Kavka Heyn 8, 24, 25, 50, 48, 49, 5, 40 Lacie Hickey 8, 19, 48, 49, 41, 99, 1 12 Andrew Hoffman 8, 34,47,68 Marcin Jeske 8, 4, 50, 97 Jeffrey Kinzer 8, 36 Masakazu Kobayashi 8, 25, 62 Ted Kollar 8, 28 Candy Koo 8, 35, 63 I ! Grant Phillips 9, 55 Heidi Phillips 9, 50, 66,40, 64,65 Nancy Pickering 9, 66,64,63,53 Adrienne Ponting 9, 40, 64, 65, 99 Sarah Pope 9, 25, 50, 51,38,49,40 Andrew Rollins 9, 4, 19,28, 32,46,66 Elizabeth Savage 9, 48,64 Daniel Schiff 9, 18, 28,46 ■ I1 I rTi i 105 �Amy Wilson 9, 30, 36,48,49,27 Jenny Wilson 9 Allison Winningstad 9 Eric Wittmayer4 9, 18, 68,60 Brian Zakarian 9, 24,25 The Seniors Ashley Berman 6, 28, 48,49, 59 Sarah Bickford 6, 70, 99, 68, 60 Hank Cushman 6 Vivien Sit 9, 25, 53 Dao Sophonpanich 9 Tunde Sosanya 9,31, 42,43,55 Mandy Stewart 9, 48, 49 ' Elizabeth Surya 9, 25 Thomas Totanchy 9, 18, 31, 54, 96, 55 David Van Ballegooijen 9, 18, 47 Eric Vinson 9, 47 Annie Warner 9, 35, 39,49,58, 1 12 Kyle Williamson 9, 55,99 > Cameron Kellett 6, 50, 94 Galena Kline 6, 17, 66, 95 John Lamb 6, 34, 47, 63 Keri Lashbaugh 6 Cassie Lautenschleger 6, 25, 44, 52 Jung Ah Lee 6, 70, 99, 59, 68, 60, 61 John Liu 6, 39, 70, 60,61 Keita Miyazaki 6, 35 Tristan Morse 6, 17, 28,54,55,46,95 Amy Davis 6 Brian Davis 6, 56 Brad Feltz 6 Lorissa Foster 6, 17, 70, 52 Adam Greene 6, 64, 65 Amy Greene 6, 5, 16, 30, 49, 94, 52 Jeffrey Herman 6, 30 Kyle Hoelscher 6 Cathy Huynh 6, 49, 94, 70, 102,68,60 106 • �Erin Murphy 6, 17, 34, 70, 97, 102 Lee Niue 6, 17, 46, 95,62 Darren Olson 7, 30, 17, 46, 65 Louise Osborne 7, 16, 28, 49 Ryan Radecki 7, 39, 95,4, 63 Carl Russell 7, 16, 28, 46,55,69,95,5 Yosuke Sawada 7, 25, 46 Evan P. Seifert 7, 28, 38,69,63,70, 60 Kathi Shoemake 7, 44, 94, 40 Matthew Slater 7, 17 Kendra Smith 7, 37, 95 Kristin Solberg 7, 5, 25, 28, 94, 95, 61 Cam Stewart 7, 50, 94, 102 Simone Stout 7, 16, 5 Nicole Swink 7, 16, 30,97 Shizuka Takanishi 7, 63,60 Ryan Taylor 7, 94, 68,60,61 Jack Teng 7, 25, 30, 46, 55, 61 Tom Teng 7, 25, 46, 55 Kay Washington 7, 94 Rob Webber 7, 43 Julia Weitzer 7, 17, 44,95,70 Travis White 7, 39 Michael Wood 7, 39 Kei Yamaguchi 7, 30, 38,46,95 i 107 I �VI J 108 • i �We meet ourselves time and again in a thousand disguises on the path of life. —Carl Jung 9 All the best to the Class of '96 from... is. gouthwesy Connection 1509 SW Sunset Blvd. Ste. IK, Portland, OR 97201 'J Tf- "When it has to be perfect" ...for any occasion, it's The Trianon. ** /' \» ■ j hi T rianon RESTAURANT 9225 SW Allen Boulevard, 245-2775 Congrats and Best Wishes to the Class of 1996! The Murphys Congratulations to the Class of 1996 The Radecki Family Congratulations CAM and the. Class of1996! �Pest Wishes To J-lshloy, Pmy, Qu thy, Louisa, Qari, Yosuko, ILai, Lee, and Tristan! We have had so much fun with you! We will sorely miss your leadership, the excitement of the soccer retreats, and your passion for soccer. Good Luck To You! Love, Vicky, Taylor, Pam, Tlmy, Jennifer, Padaja, Ylicole, Wlandy, Jdnnie, Lacie, Sarah P., Stephanie, Sarah 1TL, Pathan, Pob, Shingo, Will, ( f Pen, Y)avid, Y)rew, Lnc, Thomas, lomas, Won W< 110 L �“When you part from your friend, you grieve not. For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber, is clearer from the plain”-Kahlil Gibran Congratulations to the Class of 1996! From the Greene Family OREGON EPISCOPAL SCHOOL CONGRATULATIONS to Evan, RT, John, Jung Ah, Kris and Jack! We’ll miss your leadership, love, back rubs, antics, but most of all, VOICES! Keep on singing! With love from Bud2, Lindsey, Won, Amy, Joana, Angie, and Diana. •A The OES Alumni Association Welcomes its newest members The Class of 1996 Congratulations! Ill �rl Staff Laura Champion Heather Curl Carole Anne Randall Stitt Coreen Sapp Ben Eder David Eder Jennifer Liggett Pam Parker Lacie Hickey Mandy Stewart Annie Warner Editors Cathy Huynh Erin Murphy Advisor Diana Kornet ( Q 11C 112 � Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Oregon Episcopal School Yearbooks Description An account of the resource This is a collection of yearbooks from the Oregon Episcopal School (OES). The bulk of the yearbooks are from St. Helen's Hall, with yearbooks also from the Junior College as well as Bishop Dagwell Hall. The title for the OES yearbook evolved from The Delphic to The Legend-Delphic. The title for the Junior College Yearbook was The Scintilla. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Oregon Episcopal School Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Oregon Episcopal School Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1921-1923; 1931-1995 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource All rights are reserved by Oregon Episcopal School. Language A language of the resource English Type The nature or genre of the resource Yearbooks Conforms To An established standard to which the described resource conforms. 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 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples include paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type Text to images of textual materials. 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 1995-96 Yearbook Subject The topic of the resource School yearbooks students High school student activities Student publications Teachers Description An account of the resource This is an OES yearbook from 1996. The yearbooks were published annually after 1925. Yearbooks from 1921-1968 were known as The Delphic and were created by St. Helen's Hall students attending in their high school years. St. Helen's Hall was an all-girls school that pre-dated Oregon Episcopal School. In 1969, the yearbook evolved into The Legend-Delphic with the addition of Bishop Dagwell Hall and male student attendees. After 1986 the yearbook branding begins to singularly list "OES" with a few volumes referencing "The Delphic" or "The Legend Delphic". 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 1996 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_yearbook_1995-96_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! I !» ; “A* 3 ■ m & is ; ,vs ■ \ ■ - a 1 �|j i ! t ■: 1 ! I M 1 , < ; : 'they re riot }o rust_y d^te 1 Pan Toni 1 n e A bo&rde r 1 V Do A* qe t excite dj It» only Lunch ho a »• Wonder what Wo.! limt* nintyoo lisK nal•» llcnnajin fo f-ut a lost Sign on me ITIy, /^]bi4 sncS taxless Ha-dj / :v d..y pntwc b-t I i'-c 1 ooSeS a n ia t ly 0 /rent/1 booK, o - .* r r gj-P, n shoes. O'1/ v*.cll% shrSy oun^> ■ ' i the Loata'nci^y'bu.'nd l J u t g #T cleanedanJ H« acI UlArjf _ c am tv a nil writ C t so'n«_/oot,:ih _|Sontf op me. Ph«%vi y I b d thin Ks about 77<<n1 noli* * on me *b«ut h«rp«n isn't OoinJ to do a J bit y Oood, b-caior "\ / noon«e«n reAcl thjl b ut tf iVU are / s >l\j, a t«.»j| v sln^inj V w A f 1 n 0. *5 h « n< crrloi'njj So*"« ° ou^ht 'to r A * or d 01« d *•» m «l n 1 <■* £ ircl Oh* Pa 1 m#r rnriln wcU^trlic T 00K era ay. I'm l.ul krfpt n co_ ihilH I’m amee sdsiO'blo never sec blackboard andnotad**! 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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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 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/861cfdf03cccf6fd97d8ee822bcc9071.pdf 822376e814c80287b7cf135bc8c99f21 PDF Text Text -- ■ / ' '' :• v -• St. Helens Hall . t. ’ * I : >:: V { \ ffifynjatmas, 1323 k. ■ ■ . r "•:" -.....*. ■* i ■ '• l i , I A ■ I - . K- j • < • I,:;-,:'. t*> V-*P’—'■ ■ -: v •- ' 'ip?- : • . . . . - - . 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To reach that goal, work and thought are necessary; but in the end, is it not worth while? Are you not repaid for all your efforts? It is not always easy to give up the things that seem pleasant and appeal to your fancy at the time, and to keep your mind and thoughts on what you arc doing; but in the end, it means success. T .: : .V..: •< a A Success is the big thing for which ev eryone is striving. No matter what you undertake, your goal will always be the same—to succeed in the thing you are doing. At times, it seems as if the goal is always just out of reach, but if you stop to think that success is really the ability to do just what you want to do in exactly the way you want it done, you will see that you have gained success in many things just because your wish to achieve this was so strong that you worked, and really compelled yourself to achieve your end. �LITERARY r (• \ 1 * i I Udtr ^Framing of tit? (Enustttntimt w HEN EVER. a new government or a new country is born, it is neces­ sary for that nation to have a code of laws; so it was with the United States of America. After the Revolutionary War, when the final ties between England and the colonics had been severed, the great men of these newlyfreed colonies set about to build a nation. The result of their work is the Constitution, a code of laws which has bound together the forty-eight states of the Union in justice, liberty and peace, and which has become the “supreme law” of nearly a million people. The task of the freeman was not an easy one, and the universal wonder is how they accomplished their end so efficiently and so well. The work was great, the time given short, and capable workers few, yet in this docu­ ment which they have given us, the citizens of the United States have summed up, all the provisions of the great law-givers of history. Many who read and study the Constitution do not appreciate it to the extent of its value, because they do not realize the stupendousness of the task these men had. When one stops to think that it was composed in eighty-five working days and by fifty-five statesmen, who did all their own clerical work, because of the secrecy of the convention, the full weight of the matter begins to dawn upon one. Some of the fifty-five took no active part in the drawing up of the Constitution, and some stood in the way of those who did. Their objections probably added a wholesome influence to the convention, but on the other l :■ ■ ■}. 5* ! ! { •T [ ■ rT -• ; v. �sir-'" - " ■; • ] 10 . •: m D j> l p 1) i r hand, they caused many worries and perplexities for their greater colleagues who had assumed the responsibility and work. Other difficulties arose to confront the already over-burdened framers. Some of the states rebelled against and refused to accept different clauses. For instance. Rhode Island insisted upon recognizing paper money as the equivalent of gold, and therefore, objected to several of the mercenary clauses. On the other hand, New York seriously opposed the surrendering of the customs revenues which proxided her chief income. Various other colonics were forced to surrender land to the new Federal Government before entering under its protection. The most extraordinary fact connected with the framing of the Con­ stitution, of which many arc ignorant, is the means bv which the framers worked. As the Constitution stands alone in the annals of constructive statesmanship, so does the process by which it was constructed, In a word, there is nothing which equals this document. At the beginning, when men were still considering the plan of this great work, propositions for discussion were placed before the convention in an abstract form. These propositions were embodied in fifteen resolutions which were immediately referred to the Committee of the W hole. They were taken up one by one for consideration and discussion. Some were accepted, some amended, or some laid aside for further consideration. At the end of two weeks of like procedure, the conclusions of this com­ mittee were reported. These were in the form of nineteen resolutions, and were considered along with other propositions. Thirteen days later, the work was submitted to the Committee of Detail for elaboration and reduc­ tion from the abstract to the concrete. They reported about ten days later and the concrete document was then turned over to the framers as a whole. After due consideration and debating, the now nearly finished Constitution was entrusted to the care of the Committee of Style for further revision of style and arrangement. On the 18th of September, the completed document was submitted to the people for acceptance or rejection. lhe work of the great convention, which was then accomplished, was the making of a government which has withstood the storms of a century and more. There have, of course, been several amendments to the original, but even if the ten amendments had never been proposed, the established Constitution would have moved on just the same through the ages. d he conscience and intelligence of the people have been the real safeguards against injustice and oppression. But one does not stop to wonder when he realizes what liberty, what justice, what peace, and safety are provided for in the work of these statesmen who have made our government what is is today—the greatest nation of the world. Roberta Douty, ’24. �yC’l-y h Sfl jj It i r 11 ftenualitu in liauhsljakra i i ' | 'HE old, genuine, hearty, English handshake v fast becoming one of the JL “has-beens.” Before it fades into obscurity, I would like to characterize the different kinds 1 have received in the brief course of my life. First of all, there is the limp, bored handshake which gives one the im­ pression that the owner of the hand is bored to tears, that he finds nothing amusing around him, and that he wishes devoutly he was anywhere but where he is at present. Again, we have the cold, clammy handshake which makes one feel as if she had just received into her palm a wet, slippery, very much dead, codfish. But the most lasting of all handshakes is the athletic one. For hours afterward, one tenderly nurses the poor bruised hand, which feels as though it had been in a vise, and one fervently prays she will not be forced to Undergo the ordeal when the athlete in question leaves. Then, there is the handclasp between acquaintances, and again that be­ tween friends, which differ vastly. For instance, the handshake between acquaintances, especially in modern society, where only “the almighty dollar” counts, may be effusive or only slightly so, according to the size of one’s income tax, as compared with that of the acquaintance in question. If her’s is the larger, then the handshake will be correspondingly condescending. If the acquaintance happens to be in the slightest degree — shall we say — dis­ approving, her handshake will be brief; very brief. I might say. and frigid; in fact, one nearly becomes an iceburg during it, however brief it may be. But the clasp of friendship, I mean of real friendship, not that of “fairweather friends,” is entirely different. It is warm, sincere, understanding. It conveys to us a feeling of comfort and peace, and we know that in time of trouble that friend will be there, ready to help us and cheer us on. These are but few of the many and varied handshakes one receives on her way through life. Soon even these will fade away' into the past, and then, I suppose, we will content ourselves with a careless nod or a formal bow, as I he case may be, or even return to primal conditions, and rub noses — as the Indian tribes still do. Isabel Schetky, ’24. ! : ! I I I. ! I : : : i ©htte, lit? (lint? dftthg? HL Gods were in conference; Jupiter on the dias, Juno at his right, and all the lesser dictics arranged in a great semi-circle around a raised platform on which reposed a wreath of laurel, cunningly made by Vulcan from virgin gold and heavilv-incrusted with jewels. “This,” spoke Jupiter, “is the reward to him who is the most credit to his school.” Before them stood a screen, on which appeared a scene from earth ; it was a football field, a squirming pile of arms and legs, in the center; a host of excited students in the grandstand. Suddenly, from the human heap on the gridiron, a figure darted and dashed down the field, scoring the winning & T ! �A^T m - 12 * 1 j ! 1 a 3 ? I p 1) i r touchdown. It was Henry Jones, all-round athlete, captain of the ream, president of the student body, and a “regular fellow.” “Ha!” spoke Mars, “he wins the prize.” “Wait!” replied Jupiter. The scene changed; the gods found themselves gazing on the crowded forum of the school auditorium. Alfred Smith, editor of the school paper president of the literary society, “smartest fellow in the school,” has just fin­ ished the concluding argument which won the interscholastic debate. Great applause from the audience. “Here,” spake Athena "is one who merits the reward.” “Wait,” replied Jupiter. Again the scene shifted; the assembly sensed a change into the future Ten years had passed. They looker! upon a man sitting at a desk in a spacious office 1 was -lohn Brown, who had been sitting near the top of atCthT t 1'r1 n1 ,thC, f00,bal1 game’ and had bccn of the audience at the debate He had never held a position in the school activities nor participated m school athletics. He had attended regularly to his studies devoted his constant attention to them, had helped make the way clear for the younger students, anti had graduated as "one of the class 11 . I •; • ; : i - i 1\0W he held a responsible position in a large concern; was respected and loved by Ins fellow-workers; conspicuous by his charif to the tre ly and devoted to Ins family - a credit to the school. ' 1 he next morning, John Brown received from the postman a plain pasteboard box. To his immense surprise, it contained a gold laurel wreath, incrusted with jewels. Sirs a beth Bruce, ’24. I % A d i ■ • -v. A . A A A- . ©uIIb Chained to the creaking piers, the swaying schooners lie; Thev fluner" 7""' ^ lllc sweep and fly, rl, C- ,iutter ami swoop to the gleaming bay Bhcy touch the sunbeams and wheel awav. a * Sp,;a>r'k,sscd w,ngs, they dart and glance Across the sunlit water’s smooth expanse; Into some lone cavern that looks to the seas I hrough a veil of fog, and a screen of trees; And through the mists of morning send a erv That peirces the caves where the shattered doves lie * Then out to the sunshine circle and sail, O’er the bleached drift brought in by the <raic But when winds arc still and noon is high, On tired wings they .cross the sky; And weary with shrieki -ing5 and quiet and wet They pause to a i • , , . rest 0,1 the stretched-out netAnd with bright, black eyes, look out upon the ocean’s heaving brim, I O where the creeping canvass sinks behind the crawling rim. Cecily Applegath, ’25. - - A llf �0 e i p Ij i r (0u Writing a U%mr A , £ r -i THEME! What a tremendous assignment! The word itself sounds simple enough the day before, but what a laborious procedure and agoniz­ ing mental processes it finally involves! First, one cannot find a suitable subject, or, having found that, can think of nothing to say. Habitual expressions on passersbv, big colored illustrations in picture books, interesting items in the daily paper — what wonderful possibilities there arc in the every-dav trend of events, and the faces of those about us day after day, if we only realize the fact! Per­ haps, if you asked her, your class-mate could tell you ol her amusing experience in a rik’sha, sight-seeing in picturesque Japan before the awful earthquake destroyed its beauty, or perhaps something has happened in her life that bears the nucleus of a fascinating story. Even your school-desk could suggest, were you willing, a wonderful adventure-talc ot its journey from the stately forest to the buzzing factory, Even the material of your dress, probably originally came from some far-olT and romantic country. And in the outside world, there arc the trees and flowers, and hosts of beautiful things all ready to be praised in prose or verse. Still, we cannot seem to select a topic. With so many possibilities at hand, the process of selection seems hopeless. Shall we write a wise­ sounding essay, or an amusing experience, or a fanciful poem? Alas! we cannot decide. There we sit, chewing our pencils and staring vaguely from empty space to the empty paper before us. Then, at last, we are inspired! The clock strikes, and suggests to us the possibilities of writing an essay on bells, For, if there are any people that should be familiar with such a subject, they arc the boarders of St. Helen’s Hall, and I am one of them. Rising bells and class-room bells; chapel bells and breakfast bells! They mark off our daily life as regularly as the striking of the clock. First, after we have recovered from being aroused by the clanging of the milk­ man’s pails in the wee hours of the morning, another clanging awakens us and bids us to get up, no matter how dark and cold it is ! But the most welcome bell, I think, is that which dismisses us from class before the teacher finds out that he haven’t prepared our lesson. How welcome its clattering noise is then! What relief the sound of it brings! Fire-bells, and church-bells, and door-bells too —what a host of them confront us daily! Surely, now, I have found a subject. For once I shall have prepared my English. Will Miss W----- collapse? Horrors! My illusions of triumph are shattered in their infancy! I have wasted the whole study-hour dreaming into space of week-ends and i Christmas trees, and, vaguely, of subjects for English themes. Alas! have procrastinated again! What a sad story that is! But it is too late to remedy matters now, and too early to shed tears. The bell closing studyhall has aroused us with a jar, and my wonderful essay on “Bells” must go forever unwritten! Henri etta Wh i te . stem . ' \E1 f •;A A- :;.:A : i -A • \ m V*v- •A: .•AAA* A �5 s~ ' ' 14 0 r l p It t r A jFattnj I HAD long wanted to take a journey abroad, away from my Narrow Rut. At last the time had come, and 1 found myself on the good ship “Ego,” sailing across the Sea oi Fancy- She seemed such a fine ship, and one that could carry me through anything. After some time at sea, wc came to a strange and impressive city, which 1 was told contained many novel and interesting sights. 1 took a sight-seeing bus and went first to a great museum, filled with immense cases and boxes of all sorts of things. They looked queer, and yet familiar Hesitatingly 1 examined one pile, gleaming and bristling in the sunlight. Why, how strange! It was all kinds of pins! And then I noticed a big sign over the entry which read, "Museum of Lost Things.” So that was where 1 was. Dear me, had all those pins been lost? Among them 1 saw a bar-pin I had lost a long time ago, but it was beyond my reach now. I here were millions ol those pins — straight pins, safety pins, beauty pins, hatpins, hairpins and all kinds 1 could think of. Another case displayed all the lost purses. 1 started counting them, but ga\ c up at nine thousand, three hundred and forty-two The next place 1 paused was by an exhibition of assignments lost. That made me think too much of harrowing bluffing and more harrowing flunking, so I passed it quickly. , I couldu t quite understand the next room at first. It contained many uolls, games of hide and seek, and London bridge; first school days; tiny dresses; buoyant fun; hair-ribbons; fairy-tale books; swings, imagination and tears. All about were slogans: "Let’s Pretend,” "Mama, I Want Some Candy,” "Once Upon a Time,” “Mustn’t Touch,” “Want to Go Bye-Bye with Auntie?” “Can I Have a I icce of Cake?” and "I Won’t Play.” Of course, it was my Lost Childhood and 1 regretfully turned away to enter a large apartment stocked with golf balls. 1 then entered a room hung with portraits and I realized with a pang, that they were of lost friends. How7 really few old friends were still my companions? How many had passed out of my life! lhc next thing I saw was a small cage, and found it to contain my lemper, which 1 had lost over and over again. Goodness! I must try to keep it in its cage! 1 l i :.1 3 ->.i mi '3 ; i:! w*s a u^10,c biS' room stacked with just quantities of Time c' | -C<?n °sleai me- I couldn’t afford to lose any more time, bo much of my life was there. bobbin^ *^[llscuni were cases stacked with hair, lost thiuugh were T°Ugh sickness’ dieting and exercising. And there wondered whitSl°Ck,ngS r”d garmenls now replaced by holes. I had often wondered what became of the material when the hole came. time we ftnnnpi° ^ sumnioned us to be on our way again, and this -me ve stopped at a massive building, the Library of Wishes. The Juvenile Room was replete with many interesting volumes. There were fascinating tales about . n pnncesses' fairy queens, magic dishes that washed themselves, wings to fly on, automatic arithmetic problems that worked themselves, dolls A 1 M i 1 3 : *■>* A :T ■ J �Si033; vJi&BaaiBksSKHE : -: ■ 15 D r 1 p li t r f * * that could play and act like real children, ships that sailed in the clouds, playmates who let one do all the bossing, and all the moons that one could possibly use in a childhood. In the Young Peoples’ Room were volumes telling of burning school buildings, dances lasting all night, all alarm clocks in the penitentiary; there were shelves full of books of the desires for independence, careers, days of seventy hours at least, and all play-time; pretty clothes and popularity. How 1 hated to leave it1 The next department drew me on, though, for it was the Grown-Ups Room, with wishes for accomplishment, service, beauty and strength. All through this part, however, were volumes of wishes for Youth. Ah, if Youth only knew! We hurried on from this wonderful place to see the city’s Woolworth building, or Skyscraper of Excuses. We mounted floor by lloor, and passed many crowded offices of various excuses: The Bridge Was Open, Ihc Clock Was Slow. 1 forgot. Didn’t Have Time, Company Came, Didn’t Understand, Felt Tired, and many others, At the top, was a room where it seemed one could rest, but it was a constant worry and fear to be there, it seemed so precarious and insecure a footing. I resolved that if ever l reached terra firma, 1 would never gain resort to Excuses. Our next stop was the Aquarium of Forgotten Things, In each little pool, floated myriad “Forgols” from all ages: Forgot- Mv- Book. Forgot-theAppointment, Forgot-to-Ecturn-Your- things, horgottcn-Pleasures, 1-orgottenDutics, Forgotten-Desires. Forgotten-Kindnesses, Forgotten-Faces, and all their many brothers and sisters We drove back along the fashionable shopping street, Would-Be-Avenue, with its elaborate front, hiding 1 knew not what. In confectionery windows I saw the candies and pastries of Little Pleasures, which are so good while they last, but which last so little; 1 saw gorgeous gowns below unpleasant faces ; I saw handsome Vehicles of Speed. But, somehow,. the Avenue didn’t have the same appeal to me that it did before, or else it didn t look quite th.c same, although I knew it was. Then I saw that always before I had looked through the wrong end of the glasses which had dwarfed Truth, and shown onlv Magnificence. Now 1 was seeing with a new instrument — Awakened Vision. How much more beautiful everything looked through that! We had to hurry to catch the boat, and I caught it just in time. I found I was returning on the ship “Tolerance,” and I was amazed at how much bigger and finer it was than “Ego.” The gunwales on Ego were so high that one could not see over them, but on “Tolerance” one commanded a very wide range of vision, and the windows were so large and numerous and had such a broad and pleasant outlook, that T was not cramped or re­ strictcd; and I found the other passengers very congenial. I had plentv of thoughts to occupy my mind until we arrived at the port of New Interest. I found myself drifting along with the crowd, and was surprised at how interesting everything and everyone was. I was happy to mingle with them, and to feel myself a part of their world as I threaded my way along toward the open country of Larger Understanding. r !• I J; l . I ; : ■ f■ i .. -• ... ■ • '•S 35 ■ Idelle Egbert. 7 : & 7 ' ■ p- V • ■si . >: �"■ m... (iUj£ (idut£s §>rnn?s Again T 1 ,! ; .;-V -• : :j TrO-. in front of him with HE editor of “The Times” regarded the reporter but he knew the chief well a frown. He was only a “cub reporter, best for the object frowned enough to know that when lie frowned, it was upon “Don't tell me " said the editor, "that "The Dispatch” or any other paper has beaten a “Times” reporter to a story! There’s more than one angle to a story. Yon ge, me a headliner on that Jade Necklace -Mystery before the paper goes to press, or look out!” With that the editor resumed his work. The despairing “cub” walked out hours to get the news. of the office. He glanced at his watch. Only three “Times” reporter wasn t Well, he’d get it; he would show the chief that a ever beaten. Now, this was exactly the attitude the editor had wanted him to take. He hadn’t had years of experience with green reporters for nothing. Will Hunter the reporter, straightened his shoulders and walked towart unatown, thc scene of the Jade Necklace Mystery, the greatest sensation ot Chinatown in years. Hunter ran over th cmain points to himself. Old wing Chow found dead in the Chinese temple with a crumpled note in lus hand, asking for the restoration of the jade necklace to some unknown person, and the sudden disappearance of the jade necklace of a wealthy widow. It was all very bewildering, the trail ended where it began, so it seemed The reporter entered a Chinese restaurant formerly run by the dead Wing Chow. He saw his rival from the “Dispatch,” a little, red-faced man, whose beady eyes and snub nose seemed to have the instinct for ferreting out the almost impossible. Hunter could see no use in staying where he and Stubbs would get practically the same news, He got up and started for the cashier to pay his bill. As he passed a table, around which four or five people were seated, he noticed that the women of the party wore a great deal of jade, not in a necklace, but in pins, rings, ear-rings, and other pieces of jewelry. All the stones were shaped a great deal like the beads in the missing necklace! His common sense at once told him that anyone who would wear the missing jade so near the scene of the crime, would be fool­ hardy. Hunter didn’t intend to take any chances, however. He quickly formed his campaign. He loitered casually up to the cashier, paid his bill, engaged in conversation with her for a few minutes, and sauntered out as though he had all the time in the world. Once outside the building, his whole aspect changed. He pulled his cap down over his forehead, brought side­ burns and a moustache from his pocket, and put them on, lit a cigarette, and with all the scenery ready, waited for “things to happen.” He looked the typical street-roamer, his shoulders drooped, and alto­ gether he had the air of one of the party at the table. Things were not long in happening. The party came out of the restau­ rant, crossed the street and entered a building that had more than once been the scene of a crime; it had come into the public eye again as the place -I i 1 �S p l V l) t r i where Wing Chow had been murdered. The Chinese temple was on the s a * -L,- top floor. After making sure that his revolver was loaded, Hunter followed, the stairs were old and broken, making it difficult to follow silently. Hnally, they reached the top, and turned to the left, lhe temple was at the light down a long, dark passage. The passage they were following was equally as dark and broken in many places by doorways. Hunter could only trust to luck and the dark that no one would come out and sec him. At last the end was reached, and some swinging doors pushed open. Hunter discovered that the temple ran in a sort of semi-circle on one side of the floor, and this was the other end of it. If he could only get in behind them and listen to, their conversation, lie felt sure that the clue would be found. He glanced at his watch. Only two hours! He would certainly have to hurry. He stealthily made his way toward the other end. When about hall way to the staircase, a door opened. By the light inside he could see that the “Someone” was a Chinaman, and the room a part of the temple. So it was on that side. He waited until the Chinaman disappeared, then slowly. revolver in hand, he opened the door, Oriental draperies, incense and soft lights greeted him. It was a pleasant shock after the dark, dirty passage. I-Ie crept slowlv toward his object. In front of him was a statue of Buddha; before it. a small Chinese girl, her head touching the floor. It she would only remain that way, lie might get by! Not far from him. Hunter saw a Chinese kimona. If he could only get it! He slipped his hat and moustache off. The next moment he was in the guise of a Chinaman, He continued with renewed courage. The girl had I ■ i l ! : ' : ■ I; . i l 1 not raised her head. Hunter reached the part of the temple where the thieves, as he was now convinced they were, were seated around a table in a less pretentious place than he had just passed through. The only Oriental setting was a screen, which the reporter managed to get behind by crawling along the floor back of a number of chairs. It took Hunter about ten minutes to learn that Wing Chow' had been a receiver for lhe necklace and had refused to give it up to the gang who had stolen il The note in his hand was merely a “blind'' lor the police. Hunter quickly retraced his footsteps, passed the devout Ch.nese 8*1. and went out into the passage where he came face to face with his rival Stubbs of The Dispatch!” Grinning, he slipped the kimono oft and handed it to Stubbs, whispering “You'll need it.” and rushed down the stairs. He went first to the police station and then hurried to The Times editor It had taken him just two hours! “The Evening Times” headlines ran, “Jade Mystery Solved. “The Times” had scored again! Betty Parry, ’26. i I-: ‘">3 M : 1 1 %v: Mi ■■■■> �/'• ■ —....................... Wl----.. •v| is i ■ A. : i ■ ! 1 J ; ■! I •1 \ A I| : ■ ,Y ’ jj ii i r iFtrst Smpmisimifi % 4 Dr 1 WAS always an unlucky baby. From the time I can remember anything at all, something unlucky was always happening. The first thing that I really do remember shows that I must have been born under an unlucky star. It happened one day when my colored nurse had taken me out in my buggy for a delightful ride. A black cat walked right across the sidewalk in front of my buggy! Scared? Why, ’Liza Jane (that was nurse’s name) turned my carriage around so fast that I fell right out on the sidewalk and gave my head an awful whack It’s a wonder I’m not dead and buried right now! But, then, my head was always tough. 1 remember how scared ’Liza Jane was, even now, and that was many years ago. She picked me up and dumped me back into my buggy before anyone could wink, And then I remember my mother bathing my head with something that felt very cool and nice, and crying over me and scolding ’Liza Jane at the same time. And then, the next thing that comes to my mind, was the time I ran away from home. 1 walked and walked for miles, it seemed to me. And then, all of a sudden, out from behind some brush at the side of the road, emerged what seemed to me. a giant cow. larger than any I’d ever seen before. I began to run, and the cow followed me. The faster f tried to run, the closer he seemed. Finally, just as was about exhausted, 1 stumbled and fell. That is all I can remember until I found myself on my little bed at home feeling very stilt and sore all o\ cr. Mother never told me what had happened, and in two weeks I was as well as ever, and just as ready to get into mischief. But. the sad climax of that runaway was, that mother tied me to the clothesline every morning after breakfast. After that. 1 remember running all over the house after breakfast, col­ lecting all my favorite toys, "so I’d have something to play with after I was tied up. Then, one afternoon, mother untied me, after making me promise that I’d never be naughty again, and gave me a perfectly lovely bath and dressed me all up in a lovely new white dress, for, she said, “my uncle was coming to visit and he’d want to see me all white and clean.” I walked primly about the yard for fully five minutes, and then, not ior once intending to do wrong, went out to the barn to sec if J could find any eggs. 1 went up the narrow stairs to the hayloft, and after looking in vain for egP» decided there weren’t any. During mv futile search, I had managed to get cobwebs and pieces of straw and hay, not to mention a few burrs here and there, in my hair and over my clothes. And then I cppec too c ose to the hole through which they pitched the hay, down into c mangers, and down I went, landing in a large nest of eggs which a hen een setting on, I was certainly no less than a mess when I finally managed to climb out of the manger. And when mother saw me! Well, she decided at once that I needed a regular old-fashioned spanking. I was also put right to bed with bread and water for supper. I wasn’t even allowed to see nn much-loved uncle who had brought me a lovely present, which I didn’t get to see until a month afterward. I �1 £) t l ji It i r 19 This present, I found at the end of the month, to be a darling pony. Mother, I think, sighed a little at the thought of it, but I was in the seventh heaven of delight. After several falls on niv head, and a great number of aches and pains in numerous parts of my body, mother decided that the pony was too much for me, and he was sent away with many wails and lamentations on my part. I always was unlucky! After roaming listlessly about the house for three or four days, thinking direful thoughts of how “I'd get even with her,'' 1 decided to try running away again for a change. This time, however, 1 packed a bag full of toys, the only things 1 then believed were useful, and set out, this time through the woods. Then 1 remembered a much-dreaded stream which it was nccessary to cross. There was the bridge — only a large log which had fallen across it, making an easy passageway for most people — but for an unlucky youngster such as 1, it was impossible. However, I decided to try it. I carefully ventured halfway across and then began to lose my balance. My bag hampered me, as 1 tottered from side to side, no sooner regaining my balance on one side than losing it on the other, hirst, I dropped my bag, and then I went in after it. Splash! 1 found myself in muddy water up to my waist. 1 tried to climb out, but the bank was so muddy and slippery I couldnt’. l tried again and again, but all in vain. It began to grow dark and itwas cold — standing waist-deep in icy water. I called, but I was. 1 thought of no one heard me. I shallnever forget how frightened everybody at home, how quiet and cheerful it was there. Ihey wouldn t care if I were drownded or swallowed by some huge fish. More than likely they’d be glad to be rid of me — such a pest as 1 wasalways getting into trouble, and having to be scolded or spanked or sent to bed all die time. And then I thought of my little bed —all nice and ready for me. That was where I’d be if 1 hadn’t ran away like this, and fallen in a muddy stream. And 1 promised myself over and over again that if I’d ever get out, that I’d be as good as gold and would never do anything bad again —ever! sleepv and I kept slipping down, down, down. I Then ! I i : Ir w . -I ■;A*f 5 ■ �w^:'- 53 p 1 p 1) i r 2D ©Ijr (Bolton lEcixj A fltynstmaa (Hal? HERE lived, on a lonely moor, in a little liut, an old, old, old woman who was very good, but exceedingly poor. Her neighbors knew her by no other name than Miriam, and bore a great contempt for her, ignoring her as much as possible. She was very lonely, but finally, one cold winter night, a poor little waif, who could not find shelter at the other more prosperous cottages, knocked at her door and was made welcome. After that, Miriam grew to love the little girl so much that she was no longer lonely. T ♦ r There was only one thing which worried the old woman. There was a tradition in the nearby village, that upon the one who brought the most beautiful gift to the church on Christmas Day, would fall a golden ray of light from the cross, which stood upon the altar. Miriam was so poor that she could give nothing, and it pained her a great deal to feel that she would not be able to present a gift. She was so old that she felt her life to be nearly over, and would have liked to bring her last offering. On Christmas Day, many people were gathered in the little village church, and a number of gifts were presented. Some brought gold and silver, others cosily incense, and one man, a tall waxen figure of intricate handiwork. A group of shepherds offered snow-white lambs, and many people brought in great masses of holly and ivy. Everyone took care to make the occasion one of great ceremony and display, and the presents were arranged as conspicuously as possible. But on no one was there shed a single ray of light. ■/) V When all the gifts had been offered, Miriam came slowly forward and knelt. “Saviour,” she said, “I have nothing to offer Thee but love.” And from the cross, a golden ray of light fell upon her bowed head. ■ * * * * * The little hut on the moor is empty now7, and the neighbors often think how strange it is that they could miss Old Miriam. Charlotte Allen, ’27. ■> ; #3' Hi V �• V' 3Ba:: ■v- D r l p Ij i c 21 !• f ' , i A (glimpae nf a (garden 1 peeped through the postern at daybreak, And there the dawn was, all rosy and gray; The garden still lav a-sleeping, Awaiting the sun’s golden ray. The dewdrops were shining and sparkling; The sleepy buds lifted their heads. Gay daffodils, tulips and larkspur, Lay riotous in their green beds. The apple tree spread its knarled branches, All heavy with pink and white bloom; O’er the Night Fairies drowsily resting From their dance by the light of the moon. Now along came a gust of Wind Fairies; The mischievous, fun-loving miles — And seeing the elfs lying sleeping, Made a plan to affright the sprites. They ruffled and rustled the branches, And flew in and out in such glee. That the petals fell drifting, and tumbling, Till not an elf could I see! Buried so deep in the petals, They awoke in a panic of fright, And pushing their little heads upward, They called on the butterflies bright. To their aid came these little winged creatures, And fluttered so near to the mound That, by struggling and striving, the fairies Could just reach their backs from the ground. Away they went, fluttering and flying. And I wonder if any will say That they were not moths and fairies — But just apple-blossoms floating away? * Deborah Ball, ’27. , i; t. r ! 1 ! i ; ■ .. V - , ' , ____ _ - ••W �V { I M : '! i; rr AXD SECOND TEAM WITH MRS. KNAPP OFFICERS OF THE ATHLETIC ASSOCIATION — MRS. KNAPP, COACH FIRST TEAM �- '• r B e l p 1) i r i i !! ■ > E I : L » i; !i !; r l GRKAT step was taken toward increasing the interest in athletics, when our leading athletes met and organized the Hall’s first Athletic Association, on September 17. The outstanding purpose of this association is to stimulate interest in the playing of basket-ball and tennis. The membership is open to all girls wishing to participate in either of these sports. At present about thirty girls belong. The officers arc: Catherine Martin, manager; Kathcrync Hcnnagin, assistant manager; Mavanna Sargent, chairman, and Betty Sewall, secretary-treasurer. A ? r ; : "A An organization with such a clearly-defined purpose has success assured. Our basket-ball season has thus far been very successful. A first and second team has been chosen, and also a team composed of the boarders. We played, and won, the first game of a series with Miss Gatlin’s school, on November 2. with a score of 15 to 6. The team was composed of the following players: Catherine Martin, captain and center; Helen Shearer, side center; Betty Sewall and Marjorie Mariner, forwards; Katheryne Hcnnagin and Geraldine Spence, guards. The substitutes were: Helen Peters for Helen Shearer; Marjorie Pittock for Marjorie Mariner. On November 9, we played the second game. Th escore of this game was 12 to 4, and this gave the Hall the championship and the cup. ’ i Much enthusiasm was aroused by our cheer leaders, Vivian Sanclstrom and Marjorie Mariner, who have introduced many new and original songs and cheers. :-A A:.. >. v: A- i m B . ■ ' •• ' . . .................................................................... �2^-' ■-" Z-iL. \ 1 '1 ' ' , ! ' ! September n— School opened with the largest enrollment we have had since the Hall has been in its present location. ■ .i September 17— / The Athletic Association was organized. ?j September 26— The Glee Club was organized with forty-two members, almost doubled the number of members it had last year. The club has September 28— Several girls from the boarding department spent the week-end with friends or relatives in Salem and attended the State Fair. Roberta and Margaret Ellen Douty rode in the Horse Show, and won several ribbons. Cecilia Applegath exhibited a number of oil paintings, one of which received a blue ribbon. I : September 29— : An informal party was given for about thirteen of the boarders who re­ mained at school over the week-end. September 30— The boarders attended the dedication services at the Church of “S. Michael and All Angels. T-his church is a memorial to our late beloved Bishop Scadding. ’4 W ■ i1 L\ . ■ : �I I .- 1 B ? l p 1] t r 25 October 3— Election of Glee Club officers: President, Irene Brix; vice-president, Katheryn Hennagin; secretary, Ruth Wonacott; treasurer, Helen Peters; business manager, Roberta Eouty; assistant business manager, Elbertine Adams. A birthday party was given for these boarders: Jane Knapp, Lily Thompson and Beverly Roberts. The favors were tiny parrots with long tails of many colors. ! I': \ October 4— The old girls entertained the new girls at a fancy dress party at the B’nai B’rith Hall. The girls came in the costumes they expected they might wear twenty years from now. The prize was given to Edythc Hartley, who represented the old saying, “Fair, Fat and Forty.” Isabel! Star and Nancy Chipman received prizes for their quaint costumes. Initiation of the new girls was followed by dancing and refreshments. : : »!• I. October 18— A party of boarders attended a concert by Mary Garden at the Auditorium. j October 29— The Glee Club sang for the first time at the bridge tea, given by the Alumnae Association at the Benson Hotel. Much interest was shown and $350 was added to the gymnasium fund. October 31— A Hallowe'en birthday party was given for Isabel Johnson, Bernice Congleton and Mary Louise Coulter Pumpkins and witches, goblins and cats, added to the grotesque effect. , November 1— The Faculty met the parents and friends of St. Helen’s Hall at tea. The senior boarders presided at the tables, and the younger boarders assisted in serving. ' November 2— The first basket-ball game of the season with Catlin’s was won by St. Helen’s Hall. The score was 15 to 6. -"k �4 26 a S r 1 |i Ijt r November g— --■i The first quarter ended, and the banner, which stands far the highest class average, was won by Third Upper Form. The team of St. Helen’s Hall brought back the basket-ball cup from Gatlin's, who held it last year. The score was 12 to 4. ■ 1-1 "■A November 12— The 11th of November being on Sunday, Armistice Day was celebrated Monday. We had the first three periods followed by the usual exercises. • 11! Archdeacon Black presided because of the absence of our Bishop, who was in Texas. The following trees were planted: Bishop’s Tree, by Mr. Hendcrson;; Alumnae Tree, by Mrs. Ramsey; Senior Tree, by Roberta Douty; a tiny holly tree from the younger school was presented by Dorothy Jane Furnish of the Kindergarten. Miss Thompson and Mrs. Fraley presided over the coffee urns, and the seniors served. November 13— Tuesday evening, Isabel Johnson, Ruth Wonacott, and Elbcrtine Adams attended a lecture and reception given by the Portland Art Association. : ! -■ a . November 14— Six of the boarders attended a concert by the Scotch-Hawaiian tenor at The Auditorium. November 15— Three boarders, Jane Knapp, Norma Sivley, and Analene Cohen, inter­ ested in hand-craft, attended a lecture and demonstration of the use of the pottery wheel, under the auspices of the Portland Art Association. l �| i: I • .' • Engagements— Janice Parker, 21, to Walter Holman. The wedding is to be in December. Marriages— Lucille Hutton, ’19, to George Faust; in Trinity Chapel; June, 1923, -r Susanne Caswell, ’20, to Ronald Honcyman; in St. Marks’ Church; on November 7, 1923, Bishop Sumner officiating. Willctha Ritter, ’23, to Walter McMonies, in the School Chapel; June 6. 1923. Consuelo Hamer, ’23, was the maid of honor, and Hazelmary Price, Gertrude Ireland, and Margaret Spenser, 2a, were bridesmaids. r S. \ ( m Births— To Captain and Mrs. J. L. Lummis (Evelina Magruder, T5); a daughter, Frances Lyttle. To Mr. and Mrs. D. L. Leonard (Hazel Haines, TS) ; a daughter, Anna Jean, October 23, 1923. To Mr. and Mrs. Carl Austland (Thelma Aaland, ’20); a daughter, Thelma Patricia. ft I . ' •: Miscellaneous— Mrs. R. L. Mather (Adele Bray, ’14), now of St. Paul, Minn., visited in Portland this summer. Mrs. Kenneth Moores (Alice Dabney, ’15) and her son, visited in Port­ land this summer. |- J - m m - -rV : �3 r l p 1] i r 2S Nadine Caswell, ’17, has returned from Short Hills, N. J., where she has been visiting Mrs. Clift Cornwall (Elizabeth Huber). Mr. and Mrs. Scvcran Harkson (Doris Henningsen), left via California for Shanghai, where they will reside for several years. The following girls are at the University of Oregon: Marion Jenkins, ’20; Ruth Jenkins, ’20; Helen Ernst, ’22; Margaret Spenser, ’23; Hazelmary Price, ’23; Lillian Luders, ’23; Virginia Hull, '23; Bess Edwards, ’23; Frances Weller, '23; Anne Wentworth, ’23, expects to join them in February. The following girls arc at the University of Washington: Virginia Thatcher, ’19; Evelyn Thatcher, ’20; Hazel Fairservice, ’20. She expects to complete her course in three years, and will graduate in June; Gertrude Ireland, '23; Dorothy Scarborough, ’23; Helen Rickets. The following girls are at Reed: Dorothy Haradon, ’23; Jean Muir, ’23; Virginia Pittock, ’22. Florence Niles, ’23, is studying at Berkeley. Bess Allen, ’23, is studying music in Portland, and is taking pupils of her own. Catherine Ovcrbcck, ’22, is fire captain in one of the largest Freshman houses at Wellesley, and Virginia Edwards, ’22, has made the college choir, an honorary position. Marion Farrell, ’22, has returned to the Spence School to graduate. Hylah Fraley has returned to Mills and has been admitted to the Inkpot, which is a club of high standing. Frances Spaulding, ’22, and Janet Griffith, ’22, arc also at Mills. Elizabeth Holbrook is doing well with her art in Los Angeles. i Catherine Hay, ’22, is taking the nurse’s training course at St. Luke’s Hospital, in Spokane I 1 Frances Hyland, ’22, is spending the winter in California. i A Slrttrr from (Eathmnr ©wrbrrk ■ So many things have happened since I left home that I hardly know where to begin to tell about them. Of course, I am simply wild about Welles­ ley; really, I never imagined for a minute that any college could be so wonder­ ful. The campus was gorgeous in October, when the leaves'were in color. We Freshmen live down in the “vih” It isn’t quite so convenient as being on Campus; vet the town is very collegiate. I have a single room here, and it is certainly a relief after having two room-mates, as I did last year. “Six weeks’ marks” were out last week; they weren’t really marks, but they would tell us if we flunked, passed or passed with credit. T “passed with credit” -y.i\ ■ m ,; m i' ' — x- v.;,. ... �* '# ^r, 0 p l p It t r 29 and found out later that I had an “A” in astronomy. That will have to hold me up for the rest of the year. Yesterday I had the very biggest thrill of my life! 1 received a note from the president’s office, asking me to have a conference with her yesterday morning. So I went and she asked me if I would consent to serve as Freshman representative to the Senate, which is made up of six faculty members and a girl from each class. So I beamed all over and said I should be very glad to do so, or something of the sort. We have a meeting tonight and I tremble to go, and air my views before the faculty. And on top of all that excitement, I am going to the Yale-Harvard game on Saturday with Henry Mason (from Portland, a Soph at Yale), and mother and Dick arc arriving Monday, and Eileen Cooke (from Portland) is coming up from Washington to spend Thanksgiving with me. 1 am already beginning to walk on air, and I don’t know what will happen to me in a few days. We go into Boston often and I have seen some awfully good plays. I am going to hear Rachmaninoff next week, and see Eleanora Duse, the first week in December. Virginia made the choir, perhaps you heard about it —and is going to sing a solo for Christmas vespers. That is really quite an honor, for Christmas vespers are the most important chapel event in the whole year. With very much love to you all, Affectionately, CATHERINE. I i - •.. •• &- \ ■ v ./V . •V, f ■ ; " v •: ... -/C i\ .. '> �Imk 13eaver, O. A. C., Corvallis, Oregon — We acknowledge with pleasure the following exchanges: It is a pleasure to receive an annual so well organized. The views of Oregon arc clear, and beautifully mounted. Among the best features are the artistic illustrations and snaps which give us a good insight into the student life at O. A. C. On the whole, this is a splendid number. The Orange Owl, O. A, C.t Corvallis, Orgcon— The jokes are original and the drawings clever. college comic we have yet seen. Altogether, it is the best The Barometer. O. A. C., Corvallis, Oregon— This is an unusually good college daily, with clever cartoons. The Oregon Emerald, V. of 0., Eugene, Oregon— The editorials in this paper are excellent. The “Other Campus” and the “Around and About” columns are interesting. The Rensselaer Polytechnic, Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute, Troy, N. Y — A very good college weekly. good. The “Campus Gossip” column is especially .The Olympus, Olympia High School, Olympia, Washington This is a well organized paper. clever. The feature departments are very The Academia, St. Mary’s Academy, Portland, OregonA well written school magazine. The stories are original and the articles good. Especially noteworthy is the article on “F. Hopkinson Smith and American Life.’ The cuts, as a whole, are not as good as might be expected in a paper of this standing. The poem, “Columbus’ Vision” deserves special mention. �- ■ ID r l p Ip r 31 Ferry Tales, Ferry Hall, Lake Forest, Illinois— We are pleased to acknowledge the Commencement number of the FerryTales, which came too late for mention in our June issue. This is one of the best school magazines we have received this year. The “Class History,” the “Class Will,” and the “Class Prophecy” are exceptionally well written. The poems are very good, especially “Moonlight,” and “Positively My Last Word.” The latter conveys a hint it would be well for every girl to take to herself. The cuts are all clever and original. ; i ! The Johan .yea .\t, St. John’s School, Mountain Lakes, N. J.— This is a very interesting number. The literary department is splendid. “The Awakening” and “Jn Memoriam” are well written and pleasing. Of the stories, “The Everlasting Story of the Ages” is one of the best, while the essay, “The Letter A,” shows unusual literary ability. The pictures and snaps are clear and interesting. The “Just for Fun” department is original and witty, and the “Class History” a meritorious piece of work. The Garrulous Pine, Catlin’s School, Portland, Oregon— An interesting issue which was received too late for mention in the June issue of the Delphic. The literary department has many good features. “Miss W’.lhelmina” is a story which holds the reader’s interest to the end. The “Essays in the Style of Lamb” are well written and humorous, especially the one entitled “On Hiking.”’’ Of the poems, “The Price of Victory” is perhaps the best. “My Conscience,” though of a different type, runs it a but “The close second. “We Poets” strikes a sympathetic chord in everyone, . Soup Bowl” is not the sort of thing one would expect to find in a magazine of this type, The drawings are clever and realistic, and the cut for the literaly department well done. The Lower School shows marked poetic ability. The magazine as a whole is splendid, but the Exchange Column is most conspicuous by its absence. I f St. Katharine’s Wheel, St. Katharine’s School, Davenport, Jozca— A This is an interesting number; although there are few stories or poems, the articles and .editorials make up for their absence. “Zinnias is very appropriate for the Autumn number. The Blue Pencil, IValnul Hill School, Natick, Mass. The literary department of this issue is very good. The stories especiallv “Her Final Choice,” are well told and full of interest. The Senior Class History, the Class Will and Class Prophecy, are presented m an original and very enjoyable way. The Loose Leaves Department contains some very pretty little sketches, and the poems are artistic. ■ E3S f P ■ A •- �§>drnnl ifinnnrs The Medal for the Best Essay on Patriotism Awarded by the National Society of Colonial Daughters The medal was won by Evelyn Meyer; subject, “Our Immigration Problem and Its Solution." Winners of the Certificates of Merit — Evelyn Meyer Willctha Ritter Gertrude Ireland Hazclmary Price Catherine West Cccilic Applegath Honorable Mention — Helen Shearer Florence Niles Virginia Hull Margaret Newbegin 1 he First lestamonials are awarded to pupils attaining an average for the year of 909f in every study; 959r in attendance, order and punctuality; 999'r in conduct — Evelyn Meyer Cornelia Ireland l he Second l estamonials are awarded to pupils attaining an average of 809^ m all subjects; 98% in conduct and 90r/c in attendance, order and punctuality — Catherine Deyette Dorothy Mautz Virginia Hull Marjorie Pittock Lillian Luders Doine Smith Jean Muir Roberta Pittock Hazelmary Price Donna Jean Trumbull Margaret Spencer Lilly Thompson Catherine West , . Last . year, Bishop Sumner offered a competitive scholarship prize to the Junior who passed the Eastern College Entrance Examinations in six points with the highest average. The scholarship was won by Roberta Douty. A bronze medal has been offered for the best ^essay on the Life of Lincoln, to be written by a member of the Senior Class' �9 f 1 p 1? t r 33 (iDur Jmmtgratimtflruhlm ani> Jts Solution [ LL the progress and development in America from early times lias been _ _ accomplished by the immigrants, because, unlike all other countries, we have no native people, except the Indian, who has added nothing to our estab­ lishment as a nation. In early days, the small number of immigrants, and the great amount ol uninhabited lands, gave rise to no perplexing problem. But now, with the immigrants coming by hundreds, and thousands, the question has become a serious one. The immigrant alien has been discussed by the Anglo-Saxon, as it he were an Anglo-Saxon “problem”; by labor, as if he were a labor “problem”; and by the sociologist, as if lie were a social “problem.” Occasionally, he has been discussed from the point of view of the alien, and but rarely from the point of view of democracy. In truth, the immigration problem is the problem of Americanizing America. Many authorities today attribute the unrest m the United States to the discontent of the immigrant class, and their seeming inability to absorb the traditions of our country. The immigrant problem resolves itself into, not primarily an ethic or religious problem, but principally an economic onc. The influx of immigrants has been classified into two groups — the old and from Northern Europe, driven from home by the new. The early ones came economic or social oppression, They were a hard-working, thrifty people, who came to better their own condition, and to make this their permanent home. In their own country, their progress and ideals had been hampered, by overlords. Besides bettering their economic condition, they desired much greater freedom in carrying out their high ideals as to law, education, and religion. The early immigrant found a broad continent awaiting him, peopled only by Indians. He becum- “ hi^S belong to anyone produce. He became the master, It is this economic freedom that distmguishes the “old” immigration from -he new. The immigrant of today comes mainly from Central, and Southern Europe, more y. :id from the' Asiatic countries. Here, too, the problem is economic, the northern countries, because the present day lmmientirely than that of crants come here many times, not to make this their permanent home, but to make as much money as possible, and then return to become wealthy men to make wliere the cost of living is generally lower than here. in their own It is difficult for these races to assimilate, as their standards, and customs Then, too, they are, for the most of living, arc much different from ours. are less available in their educational opportunities part, illiterate, because own countries. moral and economic, have resulted from the heretofore Many evils, both unrestricted mass of immigrants, Managers of large corporations, in conjunction with vessel owners, have paid the passages of aliens, and estab- A ; i i c * .‘v �- ::: 34 ■ ■i i i / ■ ■ ■<\ r&t ■ 7. i :v-§ F' 1 ; SI 11 p If t r lishecl them in the tenements near manufacturing districts, and in the mining towns, the employer to obtain cheap labor, and vessel owners, passengers. Low wages, uncertain work, and congested living, arc conducive to low morals. Their disappointment in finding their hopes for better economic conditions and greater opportunities thwarted, makes them an easy prey to radical labor agitators, and Bolshevism. In considering the two types of immigrants, it is believed that the North­ ern immigrant has shown better qualities for assimilation than those from the second group. It has seemed advisable to limit the numbers of immigrants to three per cent of each nationality represented here. As there is a larger population representing those from Northern Europe, their limitation tends to curtail the number from Southern Europe and Asia. Now, too, the im­ migration laws are stricter concerning the exclusion of the illiterate, and mentally and physically diseased. Much must be said in behalf of the present-day immigrant. It must be remembered that the immigrants, up to about 1890, could obtain free land. It seems to me that, if the immigrant of today were given an unsettled con­ tinent to colonize, they would perhaps develop characteristics similar to the early immigrants. As long as we arc dependent on the immigrant masses for work in mines and factories, it seems only fair to assist them to better their condition, and make them feel that they, too, share in America’s progress. One of the most far-reaching ways of accomplishing this is the Americanization classes for both men and women. The attendance in these classes show us that the immigrant himself is eager to learn, and thus better his owii condition. Then, to relieve the congestion in the cities, the government should establish those immigrants who show a tendency towards fanning, on government free lands, advancing them money to equip the farm. This method has been used in Australia, and some of the South American countries, and has proved very successful. Too. it is necessary that we should establish banks, where the immigrants can deposit their money safely, thus keeping much money in our own country that might otherwise be sent out. The need of this is shown by the fact that the depositors in the Postal Savings Banks are practically all farmers. If these considerations are shown the immigrants, many of our problems, and bitter feelings between classes, will be eliminated. If America is to be for Americans, we must all strive and aim to make real Americans of all -those who are within our borders. Evelyn Meyers, ’25. > i 4 h fed �(gifts to tbr ^rbool t. I o NE of the most recent and beautiful gifts to our school is the statue presented to us by the Failing family. The old Failing home, for many years one of the landmarks of Portland, has been sold. Several members of the family were students at the Hall, and Miss Henrietta Failing is an active member of the Alumnae. When they left their old home, they remembered their Alma Mater, and gave the Hall their exquisite work of art. The figure by Simmons, is of alabaster and is mounted on a marble pedestal, which rcvolvcs so that one may see all sides. It is called “The Wanderer,” and represents the loneliness of the children of Israel in the wilderness; hence the despondent expression. I * ! ! * * The gift of Evelyn and Virginia Thatcher made it possible to place a full-length mirror behind the statue, thus displaying another view of its beauty. * * * Mr. Charles Blum, for many years our faithful janitor, presented us with a low mahogany stand for plants. This gift also has a place of honor in our reception room, and holds a handsome palm. * * * The gift of the Senior Class this year was an electric log, which has been placed in the main hall to make a cozy spot for the boarders. The tiling has been ordered, and we hope some kind fairy will present us with a mantle to complete the effect produced by the “open fire” and the davenport. * r * * A tall Kentia palm was given by Mr. and Mrs. A. R. Ritter at the time of Willctha’s wedding, and a curious drooping palm was presented to the school ��11 ;•_ - 9riphtr - '■v "L/4 LD5T HMD fdungh LOST! HE following remarks, in various places; owners please claim at earliest convenience ami save the editorial staft from brain-fag. T Physics Class: How can you suspend a drop of oil without tying it. Am i a molecule? * * n * * Uo molecules bombard each other f * * I Jo wrist watches have pendulums? * * What h ballast in a thip? . , , (Hrinhi 9»:niw, h‘* the fla*po)« that sticks up m the m.ddle o, the ship. H * * Leahy, that pendulum never Win*; Jt'» the other one that’s getting behind a little ♦ * fjy the way, n food a child's ballast ? �D r l p lit r Geometry Class: is that a parallelogram? No; it’s an exercise. English Class: We were to write it out orally, weren’t we? History Class Ceylon is off the West Coast of South America. India is at the southern end of Africa. Anywhere: I was the most popular girl at the parly. ilatlu'utatirs at thr llrrakfast uialilr (A Study in Reactions) M. L.— Ho-ney; did you have a perfectly wonderful time at the party last night? 1 just know you did. Was Peggy there? No? Oh, wasn’t it a shame for her mother to keep her home just because she failed in that Algebra test? It made me dream about Geometry all night. 1 was kept home from a party once, so I know how it feels! K.— Why, honey, what dreadful thing did you do to bring down such a misfortune on your head? M. L.— Oh, 1 didn’t do any one big thing. It was just a lot of little things. Mother counted them all up and made them equal one party — like “things equal to the same thing arc equal to each other,” you know. lv.—(Absently, counting apple seeds) Yes, I know — like apple seeds; I’ve lost one of mine, 1 know I have, for it isn’t coming out right: “One 1 love, two l love, three I love I say, four I love with all my heart, five I cast away.” There must be another some place! Ii.— Why don’t you count the stem; it’s the same color? M. L.— Oh, no, that wouldn’t be fair; besides, you can’t add stems and seeds. You would have to reduce them to their lowest terms — no, I mean, a common denominator. K.— I’ve reduced my apple to its lowest terms. Where are we going to practice the school cheers? Id.— In the upper study hall. M. E.— Why not in the lower study hall — you can make more noise there ? �iJ: \ -;;: i - >‘-T 0 e l y 1} t r 39 i K.— I suppose because there isn’t any piano there. M.— No; it’s because there’s going to be a Delphic Staff meeting in the next room, H,— That isn’t the reason at all! The lower study hall isn’t big enough. K.— Oh, it is, too! We all got in there last year; there are more desks in the upper study hall, and they take up lots of room — more room than girls! H,— Yes; but there arc more girls this year. K._Well, fifty more girls, and ten less desks—how many does that make ? M.— How many what? Desks or girls ? K.— Oh. neither; 1 mean, how much more space do we need? How can you work that out? M. L.— Oh, I konw; let “x” equal the unknown quantity! II.— You can't, because you’ve got two quantities. M, L—Well, transpose one to the other side of the equation. M.— l move we transpose everybody to the out-door gymnasium and settle the question with an appeal to force. H,— l second the motion — all in tavor, say “Aye. (Chorus of Ayes. ) IC—(Still looking for the missing seed) What are we voting for? ! t I : r. i ! ©n tl}r ilmjfl nf tarlu Itaing f Everybody up in here ? And Becky through the curtains did peer. Then from each girl there issued forth Loud protests of every sort. And from almost every bed came this: “Oh, dear—how dark and cold it is! Please shut that window, someone, do; I’ll do the same sometime for you.” Now' when half their clothes are on The faithful bell rang loud “ding-dong”— And then remarks flew thick and fast As one by one the girls rushed past. “1 haven’t even washed my face! Said one, running by at a terrific pace, “And my hair’s not combed at all,” Said another, speeding down the hall. And, oh, the clatter on the stairs ’Ere the last girl slid into prayers. 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The bulk of the yearbooks are from St. Helen's Hall, with yearbooks also from the Junior College as well as Bishop Dagwell Hall. The title for the OES yearbook evolved from The Delphic to The Legend-Delphic. The title for the Junior College Yearbook was The Scintilla. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Oregon Episcopal School Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Oregon Episcopal School Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1921-1923; 1931-1995 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource All rights are reserved by Oregon Episcopal School. Language A language of the resource English Type The nature or genre of the resource Yearbooks Conforms To An established standard to which the described resource conforms. Describing Archives: A Content Standard (DACS) Extent The size or duration of the resource. 85 Medium The material or physical carrier of the resource. bound volumes Subject The topic of the resource Students Junior colleges Junior college students High school student activities Student activities Student publications Teachers Text A resource consisting primarily of words for reading. Examples include books, letters, dissertations, poems, newspapers, articles, archives of mailing lists. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre Text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Extent The size or duration of the resource. 1 Medium The material or physical carrier of the resource. bound volume Title A name given to the resource The Delphic - Christmas 1923 Subject The topic of the resource School yearbooks Students Student activities Student publications Teachers Description An account of the resource This is one of the oldest OES yearbooks, dated 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_christmas1923-compressed.pdf School yearbooks; Students; Student activities; Student publications; Teachers http://archive.oes.edu/files/original/a46651f50e0e87d66f599235f949d8dd.pdf 6de122466510554f1da0bd1686050a12 PDF Text Text k �, A6 u l {s~&t^f, J^cZ>~V^--' &j#-&-i?C aJLzJL •2«L-^>-c' i f\ *1 •5 v*- ^ / v' J -. /tZ-C^-c--*-t «£*-««■ ^ of* . J l li - > 4 '/ d £ IK &xA> -j-’ r.i § *! s $ 3 *r �a 1 * I 1I «• 1 Christmas # l?2f l ST. HELENS HAH PORTLAND, OREGON I ft I .V* I �Delphic Staff Editor-in-Chief MARJORIE PITTOCK Literary Editor EVELYN MEYER 1st Assistant Literary Editor IRENE MACKAY 2nd Assistant Literary Editor EDYTHE HARTLEY Kalendar Old Girl Notes Art ( LILLIAN BENNETT / JANE KNAPP (LILIAS PELTIER ) JULIA BRADLEY (CECILIE APPLEGATH (CATHERINE MAYHEW Exchanges (GWENDOLYN HALL /DONNA MAGNUSON Music and Entertainment (VELMA PAYNE (ELBERTINE ADAMS Athletics (MARJORIE MARINER (BETTY SEWALL Business Managers (CATHERINE MARTIN (DOROTHY STATTER Advertising Managers fMAYANNA SARGENT MATHILDA BOWMAN [DARRELL TORREY �CONTENTS Page Editorials 1 i 7 Literary 10 A thletics 30 Old Girl Notes ■33 Kalendar 35 Music and Entertainment 38 Exchanges 40 School Honors 41 Jokes 43 Advertisements 74 �I The Delphic is published twice during the school year. All students should subscribe. Literary communications should be addressed to the Editor-in-Chief; business letters and subscriptions to the Business Manager. Subscriptions, $1.00 a year. DECEMBER, 1924 t i �7 & £ i t t> liili* Success Success! How much is embodied in that one small word! Success— the attainment of one’s goal, for which everyone aims. That goal, the fulfillment of one's dearest wish and life-long ambition. To many, success is the mere acquisition of great wealth. To others, who are broader-minded, it represents the accomplishment of some work or deed, temporal or immortal, the mile-stone of the doer’s life, in which his soul lives, to inspire his and perhaps future generations, and to spur them on to success. Success is not the accomplishment of one day, month or year. We sometimes hear of someone who has achieved success “over night”. But is this true, is not success won after battles fought against poverty and failure, battles that never reach the public? And so success is no more than the application of the old saying, “A good archer is not known by his arrow, but by his aim”. For do we not all strive to be good archers, to be known by our aim,—success? —E. M. '25 School Spirit ? f Every student entering high school hears much of that age-old phrase “school spirit”, but some never stop to think how that term affects them personally. School spirit is not anything you can buy, beg or steal. You have to acquire it. Some students go through a four year high school course without knowing really what it means. Those students miss half the joys of high school life. School spirit is acquired by service, interest in all school activities, by active particpation, and by self responsibility. A good example of real school spirit was exhibited by those who attended the first basketball game of the year. Greeted by the crowd as they came onto the court �8 D e I p t) i c our girls knew the school and the students were behind them and the return they made gladdened the hearts of all real St. Helen’s daughters. What is school spirit? It is that spirit of fight, the win-just-one-victory-for-the-red-and-blue that always prevails around our campus and helps us to win in both school work and athletics. It is the thing which makes us win in everything we undertake. What is school spirit? Why, school spirit is that thing that makes us say Our! Our School, Our Class, Our Colors, Our Team, Our Studies, Our St. Helen’s Hall! You students who shun the games and other activities, and grumble when tickets have to be sold, think! Are not those tickets for the better­ ment of the school? Of course they are. Then show your school spirit by selling them. Have we school spirit? Have we supported our school? Will we M. L. ’25. continue to do so? Yes, St. Helen’s Hall! Student Government With the opening of the fall term, Student Government was introduced in the school, for two reasons: because of the growth of the school, and for the purpose of cooperation. Up to this time a Senior Council had been the system of government. The Seniors felt it a rather heavy responsibility, and, although they still preside at the Student Council, nevertheless they feel the cooperation of the other classs and welcome it. The Student Council is made up of five representatives from each class, including the President, and all the Seniors. The officers consist of a President and Vice-President. In addition there is an executive body including the President, Vice-President and a representative from each class. The members of the Student Council are changed fre­ quently, and therefore every girl has to be prepared to represent her class. She cannot do this well, unless she has the interest of the school at heart. Student Government absolutely requires cooperation. Its aim is to fill every girl with a sense of honor, justice and responsibility, The honor system must uphold it, and if every girl accepts it in the right spirit, Student Government is bound to be successful. —B. S. ’25. Adopting a School Uniform For years the Sister Superior had told the girls to dress sensibly for ^ ’ and for years she had warned them that the penalty for disobeytfha^,resupect WOuld be a school uniform. Not that the girls really ferpd cn° 1Su e^’ only.their ideas about suitable clothes for school difthev shnni^ r°m ^,sters ideas. Some of the girls always wore what * u , on the other hand, some of them did not. Bright, fancy 1 �D e l p f) i c 9 sweaters, silk or plaid stockings, afternoon dresses, not quite good enough for a tea or a luncheon, loud plaid or striped skirts, are not the kind of apparel that school girls should wear. Vacation time would come around, Christmas and spring, and when the girls would return, many gay and good looking dresses would be displayed. Then likewise, after each vaca­ tion, Study Hall would be called, and we would be warned against too elaborate dresses. Time went on, and vacation after vacation passed with the same results; so in the summer of nineteen hundred and twenty-four all parents of St. Helen’s Hall girls received a letter saying that each girl was to be dressed in uniform the following year. Most of us thought it was terrible, but what could be done? There was the letter, we loved the Sisters, and we loved our school; so what difference would a little thing like the change in dress make? We read on: the summer uniforms could be light blue or tan linen, the winter one navy blue or brown serge —not so bad,- and no silk or fancy stockings. It seemed like a terrible blow, but when we went to get our uniforms we were delighted with them. And now—secretly, mind!--we are glad that Sister made the change. We know we look better for school, and we also know, every night,— without giving it a second thought—just what we are going to wear to —L. P. ’25. school next morning. Sports 1 a What does one think when one uses the term, athletics? Does he connect it in any way with the importance of an education? Perhaps he considers it but the whiling away of time that should be spent in attaining actual knowledge. In behalf of enlightening the people who uphold such a belief, let us discuss briefly this subject. Sports such as baseball, football, polo, basketball, tennis and others bring out the character of the people. Sportsmanship, one of man’s finest qualities, is shown in the various fields of bodily activity. Athletics of any kind offer unlimited advantages to one, not only physically, but mentally and morally as well. In consideration of the interest shown in athletics by some of our greatest men and women of today, we should in all ways try to promote sports of every kind and help more people to see their usefulness. Our school, St. Helen’s Hall, today has many sports available for its girls. Everyone has a chance at some time of the day to enjoy whatever is most to her taste and ability. Archery is our latest acquirement in these fields. It is a different and interesting art which promotes a steadi­ ness of hand and accuracy of eye. Baseball, basketball, tennis and hockey are also included in our athletics. Time spent in athletics is therefore not wasted, for mind and body are —C. M. ’25. trained as well as refreshed. �The Keynote It was a beautiful morning, clear, crisp and sunny. The Donaldson house, with its large verandas, and big, clean pillars had the air of protecting the happiest family in the world, but a glance at the young man, who slammed the front door, and ran down the wide brick steps would shatter the thought immediately. There was a vague look of some dissatisfaction, that perhaps he did not realize himself. The slight frown that drew his dark brows into a severe, straight line, the firmly closed lips and slightly protruding jaw gave evidence of a sort of unconscious defiance. And yet as he slid into his little roadster nothing was disturb­ ing him; in fact he was feeling fine. He had a game of golf with Dick Larrity in the morning, and he had promised the afternoon to his Mother, and then he thought of the evening, a dance at the country club with ^1C,n^artrnan' Immediately his thoughts turned to Alice. hey had both graduated from college the preceding summer and arvey liked her immensely. Everyone accepted it as quite natural that Harvey Donaldson should take Alice, he had been doing it for the past I �Dc I p f) i c 11 three years, and why shouldn t he go on? But Harvey was beginning to wonder why he should go on. Alice had been acting rather queerly lately, and Harvey did not quite understand her. She was not half so sweet and friendly as she used to be and even acted as though she were a little disappointed in him. Well he did not care, he had not changed any, and what she thought did not make any difference anyway. By the time he reached the golf club the expression on his face was even more evident than before, but the game was a dandy and the day went serenely by; so when the roadster drew up before the Hartman house that night, Harvey was perfectly happy. The maid said Miss Alice would be down in a few minutes. Harvey understood the message perfectly, so made himself at home in Mr. Hartman’s reading chair in the library. In a dainty pink and white bedroom Alice Hartman was calmly taking her time and thinking her thoughts. They happened to be centered on the complacent young man sitting in her father’s easy chair. There was no doubt in her mind that Harvey was handsome and inter­ esting, but he made her furious, "I just wonder what he thinks about himself”, she snapped as she flicked a last dab of powder on her straight little nose. Then she noticed her terrifying look. “Dear me! He’ll run if he sees me looking like that. Well, for that matter, I'd like to tell him some things that would make him run. He’s so abominably lazy!” However, when she appeared at the library door she was smiling and gracious. They started off gaily together and Harvey reproached himself for even thinking anything against Alice. She was the prettiest girl he knew, and he liked her soft curly hair and smooth, clear skin, and the sweet little mouth that was so expressive. He told her again how pretty she was, and that her dress was becom­ ing, just as he did every time he took her out. He knew she liked him, and yet he felt just a little ill at ease tonight, so he talked more than usual, and laughed, and joked and unknowingly rubbed Alice to the last pitch. On the way home she finally burst out. “For heaven’s sake, Harvey, are you perfectly satisfied with this kind of a life? Do you intend to keep this up forever?” Harvey sat up with a start. Her words had touched a chord deep within him, but it made him angry to have her talk to him that way, so he only laughed rather harshly. It was more than Alice could stand. “I can’t see how anyone, who led the active life you did at college can be satisfied just to spend your Father’s money, and lounge around your Mother’s house all day, and then think you’re all right. It’s just sickening to me!” I Harvey was furious. So this was what she thought of him! He did not say a word, for the galling reason that there was nothing to say. He took her home and then drove around for hours. It was the most humiliating experience of his life. For Alice of all people to show him what he was! He had never thought of doing anything, but even in �D e l p ft i c his humiliation he felt happier than he had for some time, For the chord way inside was touched, and the reason for the expression on his usually handsome face was revealed. He needed work; he had worked all during college, and when he had graduated, and was left with nothing to do, he had lost his bearings. Well, he would show her a few things! No girl was going to tell him he was soft! The next morning Mr. H. R. Donaldson, Senior, was surprised to see his son burst into the office with a new gleam in his eye, and determina­ tion in his voice, and was even more surprised and delighted when he found that Harvey wished to begin work in his office. Harvey was a different person, The languid, indolent man had changed to an alert and energetic one. For six months he had been working, and in all that time he had neither seen nor sought Alice. He was determined to show her that he was all right, but he knew that Alice was all right, too, and he also knew he loved her. In a dainty pink and white bedroom Alice Hartman was thinking her thoughts, but not taking her time. To tell the truth she was nervous. Harvey had telephoned and said he was coming over—darling Harvey! If he only knew,—but then he probably would in time. When Alice appeared in the library doorway, she was caught in the arms of the man she loved, and as her lips were pressed against his, she realized what those six months had meant to them both. B. S. ’25. —---- Night Slowly the sable garments of the night Close o’er the weary world of day, Shielding our tired eyes from glaring light. And gently stilling sounds of noisy play. The sky is powdered with a myriad host Of tiny, sparkling, jewelled stars which sing To their golden queen, the lustrous moon-ghost Of night, who guards the world of her sun-king Thru, the silent mysterious hours. In lakes Are mirrored all these glories of the dark, And held imprisoned till the sun makes His fiery path across the sky and the lark Shall, winging her joyful and happy way, Bid a welcome to the bright, new-born day. —Celeste Proctor ’25. f 1 �D e l p f) i c 13 What We Owe To Magna Charta f •< The Constitution of the United States was not the product of a few months’ labor. On the contrary it was centuries in the making. In the truest sense it is not a mere bill of rights but a spirit born of a people’s love of freedom, and this spirit dates back to the days when King Richard had died as he had lived, far from his native land, and John sat on the throne of England. He had waited too long for the crown and sceptre and the coveted power turned to oppression in his hands, yet out of this tyranny was formed a document to shape the destinies of the world’s two greatest nations. History itself points out to us the invariable rule that whenever the iron hand of Oppression bears down on the people. Providence will send forth a champion of the Right. In England this was Stephen Langton, Archbishop of Conterbury. It was largely through his influence that the barons presented the Great Charter to John and forced him to sign it, thereby making English Liberty a definite heritage and not a mere chance in the hands of a ruler, and it is on this Charter that our Constitution is founded. Strange it seems that a rebel colony should model its government upon that of its mother country but then the Americans were still Englishmen, and .... as was said in the Revolutionary days, a lion’s whelp is a lion, and established law was one of the urgent needs of the time. The reaction of the Revolution resulted in a state of chaos. Everyone was making and breaking his own laws and the whole country seemed to be rolling rapidly down the road to destruction, but it is truer to say that it had many governments than to say it had none. There was a national government and each state had its little government and sometimes two or three assemblies and the only thing wrong with them was that they did not have the capability of ruling a united nation. Nobody wanted them to for if they did the country would not be free. The popular idea of a free country was one in which everyone made his own laws and kept them when convenient. Mobs gathered in the streets to enforce law and order by fighting the rest of the citizens into their way of thinking. This of course was patriotism, but when it became too violent the militia had to be called out Sometimes the militia pacified the mob and sometimes the mob pacified the militia. With this state of affairs existing, the statesmen felt a strong central government was needed to hold the states as a union together. For guidance they looked to the past. In Greece they saw the rule of the Archons, in Rome of the Consuls, but the glory of both Greece and Rome were but echoes of the past. America needed something better. Some- �' 14 D e l P ft i c than a monarchy was what America wanted, and that was thing stronger th£ At°thist'titme England was the only country which had a written bill of rights It was this document which they had been accustomed to as British subjects, and they naturally turned to it as a pattern on which to model their own government. The Magna Charta had been made to meet the needs of all from the serf to the king. Its articles had been proved practical by the test of time, and America copied from them, revised and suited them to her So the Constitution of the United own circumstances and added others. upon the States, though not identical with the Great Charter, , is based , . same principles, namely, the protection of the people and the assurance of justice. The Constitution has never failed us. We may turn to it at any time and find every circumstance provided for in its Articles and set forth in a fuller, more perfected form than in the English Charter which has ably served both feudal England and the modern Empire of today. The fact that stands out from all this is that our race is a freedom loving race, whether on one side of the ocean or the other, in the year 1215 or 1924, and by laying aside all Revolutionary prejudices we see that we owe to Magna Charta the Cornerstone of our Nation, the Con­ stitution, the very foundation of our Liberty. —C. A. ’25. 1 1 Dawn Turning the sky to rosy gold, As Venus sprang from out the sea one morn. So sprang more beautiful than she the Dawn, And made the chilling cold night wind less bold. To seek the mysteries that new lands hold, The poor pale moon, from endless traveling worn. Has gone to sooth some heart with sorrow torn, Her beauties to some other clime unfold. I sit and watch upon the sandy shore As Phoebus dims before the sun-gods shafts; The dawn unfolds to me her mystic love, The morning breeze, sweeping the ocean, wafts Far music, pilfered from the siren’s store Bv sea-nymphs floating in their misty crafts. — Deborah Ball, ’27. f f �DeIpbic 15 Foreign Impressions 1 1 August 8. London. Oh, such a wonderful city! The famous fogs seem to be holding off during our stay. This morning the brightly colored signs of Piccadilly Circus shone crimson under the summer sun. Another flash of red; the busses, of course. I had almost forgotten to look for them, when I noticed the continual stream of huge trucks, laden with people, flowing down the street. After a fleeting glimpse of strange shops, streets, and people, we arrived at the Tower. What a queer old place with the brilliantly clad Beefeaters holding guard over the historical building. I could almost hear the moans of Sir Walter Raleigh or some other poor prisoner, as we ascended the spiral steps to the dungeons. Deep grooves were worn in the stone where half crazed people walked to and from the tiny windows. The chopping block and ax may still be seen which gave such a tragic ending to so many people. Enough of the Tower. Westminster Abbey seemed to be our next goal. Down the queer winding streets we rode until we stopped before the door of the old Church itself. My first impression was the vastness of the building, and the thought came into my mind: how little justice was given it by photographers. Of course the Bank of England and the museums were interesting, but 1 must leave space for the rest of my impressions. August 25. Holland—the land of wooden shoes and crimson sailboats. Down the narrow canals we went, with beds of rainbow tulips on one side of us, and cattle grazing in the green fields on the other. The ever whirling windmills made a picturesque background for both scenes. We landed at the Isle of Marken and Volendam, where the quaint native costumes are still very much in evidence. Tiny girls shuffled along the bricks with their starched caps and snowy aprons. You indicate with your kodak that you would like to take their pictures. “Ten cents, please”, they reply in perfect English. Oh, yes, indeed, the foreign children are brought up with the idea that Americans are “easy marks”. * f September 15. Naples—Here we are on the shores of the Mediterranean with famous Vesuvius smoking profusely on our left. The sapphire waters made a striking contract with the brown mountain. The terrific poverty of Naples seemed to stare me in the face as we drove to the ruins of Pompeii. It seemed as if the people did not live; they simply existed. �16 Delpbic September 20. Venice—Ah, romatic Venice, the city of rose-tinted buildings, graceful gondolas and sparkling waters, As I stepped from the railway station into one of the six or seven remaining gondolas, all romance seemed to vanish. Unconsciously I trailed my hand in the filthy waters, and soon discovered I had caught an orange peel The mixed fragrance of garlic and tomatoes floated out through the dilapidated windows. Truly, 1 was dreadfully disappointed in my city of Dreams, which turned out to be a city of nightmares. October 5. Berlin - 'Unden den Linden”, the German watchword. The Linden trees, indeed, live up to their fame, with their beautiful branches nearly overlapping each other from across the street. We were forcefully advised to visit Potsdam, the famous town where the ex-Kaiser reigned in all his glory. The most wonderful sight to me was the rose garden of the late Kaiserin, which was one mass of color enshrined in a fence of golden hollyhocks. All the buildings seemed to have a cloud over them, as the glory of the German court has completely faded out. i October 10. Paris—The Eiffel Tower and the Arc de Triomphe stand out as the landmarks of Paris. Churches and museums, how many hundreds we have seen in the past few months! But a guilty conscience would be the result of not visiting the Louvre. Six miles of galleries we hiked with Mona Lisa here, Venus de Milo there, and other well-famed masterpieces hidden among the less importnat paintings and statues. In a beautiful white marble mausoleum stands Napoleon’s tomb, a mass of red marble, onyx, and lapis lazuli. The gorgeous blue windows throw a gruesome light upon the whole affair. After a lingering drive down the ChampsElysee we found ourselves face to face with the Cathedral of Notre Dame. Mercy, my French! What in the world ever made me think I knew French? 1 called the valet this morning to ask him to clean my dress. Clean? For pity’s sake, what is “clean” in French? No, I did not know that, so I took a wild chance on “pressez”. Fine, it worked. I took my first ride in a French taxi this morning, and when I got out I handed the driver a five franc note nad waited for the change. Sud­ denly a cyclone of French came upon me and we argued for five and twenty minutes, the taxi driver in French and I in English, with one or two French words thrown in here and there. Finally I discovered that I had been offering him Swiss money! Au Revoir—Gaie Paree. —M. S. ’25. I t �2D e l p t) i c 17 Budding Genius \ ♦ t In a small but attractive bedroom a tall, slender girl was standing before a long mirror surveying herself. The early morning sun stream­ ing in through the eastern window emphasized the golden glints in her curly, brown hair. The girl had large, soft blue eyes and rosy cheeks, her nose was straight and small and her lips were pretty but sensitive, her rather dainty chin and the poise of her head added to her ethereal look. There was a dreamy expression in her eyes that made you know her thoughts were not of herself or her surroundings, but far, far away in a land of mystic dreams. Suddenly she came back to her own environment again and, realizing that she had been wasting time, she ran from her room and started down the stairs, but at the sound of masculine voices in the kitchen she hesi­ tated and seemed reluctant to go on. The Morgans’ kitchen was like any other you might see in the sur­ rounding country. It was the typical country kitchen, large, hospitable and noisy. The entire family was gathered there as they were every morning. Father Morgan had finished breakfast, and was engaged in lacing up his great boots in preparation for his day’s work. He was a huge man, kind-hearted and wholesome, who loved his wife and children, but he could not quite understand his oldest daughter, whose ideas he though just a little unnatural. Mrs. Morgan was at the stove making hotcakes, with a flaming face, which emphasized her sparkling black eyes and black hair, and told of a nature enthusiastic and independent. A boy of about nineteen and a little girl of eight were sitting at the table eating. When the girl appeared in the doorway she was greeted by a chorus of happy voices. She smiled at her mother, kissed her father and winced at her brother’s pet name of Liz, called out in his big, booming voice. Oh, how she hated that name! When anyone had the stately name of Elizabeth, Liz was such an awful come down, but it did not do any good to say anything. Bess was bad enough, but as that was what she was universally called, she was used to it. “Sis, will you make my doll a new dress? Josie Brown thinks she’s awful smart with that new dress her cousin sent her and I’d just like to show her,” piped Ruth, a trifle hard to understand because of a mouthful of toast. “Yes, dear, if I have time,” was Bess’s patient answer. “Have some hot-cakes, Bess,” spoke up mother from the stove, and Father Morgan made a chuckling remark about “Sis’s fancy hair do . �D e I p ft l c 18 ;raXe a k n^to his heroine and I'll never, never be able to write anything. As soon as my imagination gets to working I'm brought to earth with a u 1 hate this country life. Oh, how 1 hate it! If I do my hair in a orenay way Dad thinks I'm foolish, and if 1 don't eat five hot cakes every pretty way, rm sick Oh, for just one taste of a city girls Ufewith pretty clothes and parties and theaters! Then it would be so easvw write If mother will only let me go and visit Aunt Harriet. Mother did let Bess go to visit Aunt Harriet, and two weeks later Bess was standing in the crowded, noisy depot of a large city She was frightened and lonely, but when an imposing looking old gentleman who shf found later was her aunt's lawyer and secretary, kindly asked if she Miss Elizabeth Morgan, her spirits rose rapidly Elizabeth. How was taken to her Aunt Harriets house in a :t sresrs* ss s» but Bess soon forgot her old maid aunt in her new surroundings. Why she couldn’t help writing in a wonderful old house like this. It was almost like a castle. But that evening when she tried to'continue her story she couldn’t seem to get her mind on it at all. The home-like kitchen so many miles away, and her happy family, was the one picture that kept coming before her eyes. But she must forget it and go work. She was sure she had talent, for her teacher said she was a genius. Bess didn’t really believe quite that, but she did think she haa a chance in the literary world. That was all on the night of her arrival, but after a week of seeing something of the big world, going to theaters, dinners and Parties w she was hardly noticed, she realized how small and insignificant sn really was, and what was worse, she realized that she wanted to g home. In her letters to her family she kept up a brave front an tne to convince herself that she loved it all, but in her heart she knew it wa the country where she had lived all her life, that she loved. Her little flare at being a genius was over. Of course she still loved to write an let her imaginaiton run, but she had found out it was just as easy to do it at home with interruptions, and lots more fun. When she dashed into the kitchen that night of her return and hear Ben’s hearty laugh and affectionate “Hello, Liz!” she knew she love i • Father Morgan had realized in her absence that his girl was differe ^ and from then on never said a word about her fancies. After d\nne , when they were all sitting around the fire and she was enthusiastica thinking out an idea for another story, she laughed when Ruth b^gan tell her about Kitty Green’s latest escapade at school, and that the Smi cow had eaten some green paint and was just terribly sick. She gazed dreamily into the ruddy embers of the fire and kne^ 0N much happier she was at home. —B. S. 25. i t 1 �D e I p f) i c Romance Her home was in Southern Kentucky In the spot where the skies were blue In the land of the wonderful horses The place where the blue grass grew. And her eyes were soft and brown. Beautiful eyes they were, too, As she fondly looked out in the distance To the place where the blue grass grew. As she walked with the air of a queen, Her tiny feet wet with dew, She seemed to be looking for someone In the place where the blue grass grew. Finally she saw him coming And his eyes were bright and blue, And he chuckled as he passed The place where the blue grass grew. She loved him, oh, how she loved him, And she received a love as true; From this boy who lived in Kentucky, In the place where the blue grass grew. i He was only a farmer lad, But what would it mean to you If you loved this lad from Kentucky The place where the blue grass grew? The farmer boy let down the bars To let this pony pass through; Her brown eyes thanked him as he led her To the place where the blue grass grew. —Helen Love, ’28. 1 \ 19 �Signs About Town “Oh, dear!” sighed Madame Liberty, as she gazed down on the swarming mass of people just leaving the theater, “I wonder why it is that 1 must always remain up here above the street showing people where to go. They are so dull! They always need someone to lead them around, I guess. It is indeed a relief when I see the lights turned off and the doors closed for the night, for then is the time my fun begins. My arm does get so tired standing and holding this torch from six o’clock in the morning until so late at night! Someday I think I will revolt and drop it on someone’s head. Perhaps people will look up then, and I shall see something besides the top of their heads. But such is life!— and I must make the best of it, I suppose! Ah, I hear music. It must be my friend Monsieur Cat and Fiddle His music always cheers me after a long day. In a few minutes I shall be free to go and call on him.” As the lights were extinguished for the night, Madame Liberty stepped down from her pedastal and strolled up the street toward the house of Monsieur Cat and Fiddle. She went the long way around in order to ask at the Hazelwood whether anybody had picked up her fan. To her surprise as she approached she saw that the proprietor of that establish­ ment had fitted her beautiful jewelled fan onto his sign! She was most indignant, and after her interview with the manager it was a most humble man who returned her property. “Ugh!” sighed Madame Liberty, ‘‘How careless! Just as if he did not know whose fan that was!” As she was crossing Park Street she met Chief Lot-a-Noise, who accompanied her to the home of Monsieur Cat and Fiddle, where both enjoyed a delightful half hour of well executed music. Just in the middle of Monsieur Cat s favorite, ‘ A Canine Serenade at Midnight”, there was a great disturbance. Loud squeaks and grunts and roars. Much startled they all looked at once in the direction whence came the sound, and there they saw little Peter Blue Mouse and his friend Tony the Bear from Applegath’s come around the corner. Peter was rolling a ball almost bigger than himself, which radiated whole rainbows of color, and Tony was coming along beside him, taking ou one o his tiniest steps to five or six of Peter’s longest. Tears m Spre^min§ down the little Blue Mouse’s face so fast that no one could find out just what the trouble was. Finally, Madame Liberty calmed Peter enough so he could talk, and he began in a high, squeaky, teary voice: “I was p-p-playing w-with T-Tony; and he was teaching 111-me to sh-shoot my arrow b-b-ut when I sh-shot it, it went so f-far that t * t t �Delpbic 4 t 21 I c-couldn’t s-s-see where it c-came down, and I th-thought maybe it was over th-this way. Oh, I w-want m-my arrow! O-O-Oh!” We will help you “Never mind, Peter", soothed Madame Liberty, find it, won’t we, Chief and Monsieur Cat?" ‘We most surely will", they both rejoined. “Oh, w-will y-you r-r-really?” asked Peter, his face now wreathed in smiles again. “Oh, 1 will be so m-much obliged, kind people; because you see Mother Columbia loaned it to me, and she would be very much put out if I did not return it." “Tony, didn’t you see where it was headed?" asked Monsieur Cat. “No, I didn’t see where it lighted, but we were in front of Meier & Frank’s, and I thought it went somewhere over toward Washington Street. Come on, let’s start hunting for it, for it is getting late.” So they all started down the street in search of the arrow. Up one way and around a corner, everywhere they hunted, but the arrow was nowhere to be found. Tony even climbed up all the telegraph poles, but the arrow was too well concealed. “Oh, my-my a-ar-arrow," wailed Peter, where could it have gone! I don’t know wh-what M-Mother Columbia w-will say, b-but I do know sh-she will sc-cold me awfully. She just 1-loaned m-me th-that arrow, and sh-she t-told m-me to be sure and n-not 1-lose it!" And he was off again, sobbing as if his heart would break. “Well, stop crying, and we’ll keep on hunting for it. Tears won t help a bit, in fact they only make it harder for you to see! snapped Monsieur Cat, who was disgusted to have his music thus interrupted. “1 am so tired,” said Madame Liberty, “1 think a cup of coffeee would do us all good. Let’s stop at the Coffee Cup. I’m half frozen." “All right,” chimed in the rest. Just as they started in the Chief yelled a joyous cry of triumph, and pointed to the big steaming coffee cup, and there sticking out of the side of the saucer was the tip of the arrow. “Oh, boy, get it quick," squeaked Peter, as Tony climbed up and rescued the lost treasure. In the squeaking and laughing which followed they forgot all about the hot drink, and before they realized it they were way up the street; so the Chief invited them all to come to his Sandwich Shop and have bread and cheese and coffee. It all tasted so good, and they enjoyed themselves so much, that before they realized it the Journal clock struck five-thirty and they had to bid the Chief a, hasty farewell in order to get back to them respective places Of course .Peter Blue Mouse had to hurry faster than all the others for of six found he had to return the arrow to Mother Columbia; but quarter _JYF M. ’27. all of them at home. : �22 Delphic Stop! Look! Listen! ; “What’s the matter now! No, it won’t start! Pull out the choker That won't help it any. Yes it will, too. There! 1 suppose you think you’re smart! I nearly hit the door! All right now keep still, I despise people who drive from the back seat. That driveway ts too narrow. I almost hit it every time I go out. It is! If you d only try it' Help' There’s a car! It’s coming right at me! Why doesn’t it go out of my way? Fine! I’m past! Pretty good work, wasn’t it? Well, you needn’t laugh Don’t talk to me! I’m only trying, to dodge that telephone pole. Shall I put her in second? No? You’re out of your head1 Do you want me to wreck this car? Iknow I can’t possibly make that turn. Shall I try it? There! Not so bad, after all. Slow down? What do you want for nothing? I'm only going fifteen per. I am too! If you don’t believe it, look for yourself! Do I have to go down Broadway? I’m scared to death! Can’t l park somewhere up here? Honest, I can’t drive through traffic. Learn? There’s plenty of time for that. I’m getting into it, how can I possibly slide past all those cars?^ 1 Hot wish you were driving. It isn’t as easy as it looks, I can tell you. " diggity 1 How on earth did I do it? No back seat dri—O-OO-Oh! Nearly took my fender off! You idiot! Can’t you look what you re doing? Did you see the way he backed in there? I knew that would happen! That policeman turned the “stop” signal just as I got here! Horrid thing! I’ve killed my engine! How utterly humiliating! Do you suppose I’m out of gas? Tell the man back there to stop honking! 1 can’t help holding up the traffic! Why won’t it start? At last! Now, you look for a parking place. No, not there, can’t you see that hydrant? And that one has a freight entrance! Why do so many people come down town at once? Good! I see one. If that isn’t just my luck. Somebody’s taking it! Isn’t there another somewhere around? Is that one over there? It is! Glorious! You’d better get out now, it’ll probably take me half an hour to get in here. How much more room have I back there? Did I hit him? Bent the fender? S-sh, not so loud, somebody might hear you! Am I over six inches from the sidewalk? I. am? Well, why didn’t you say so before? Never mind, it’s going to stay that way. Come on! (Later) I might have known it! Arrested for parking over time! Dare me to tear it up? They’ll never know the difference. They won’t either! Oh, well, if you insist. (Later, minus five dollars.) That makes me sick! If you hadn’t taken so long shopping! I should think you might have paid half of it, anyway. Please stop talking! I’m getting nervous! I don’t give you a chance? To talk? I’m not talking, Im driving. You needn t snort like that! Well, trying to drive then. Does that suit you? On two wheels? It couldn’t have been! Well, I didn’t feel it anyway. Not faster than twenty-five. No, not once. Why, ? 1 �2D e I p b i c 23 I’d be scared to. Home? 0 wonderful! I’ll surely be relieved. I never can make this hill on high. It makes me furious every time I try it. Shall I shift now? Well, why not? See? You don’t know every­ thing. That turn into the driveway is awful! I’ve killed my engine! Well, get out and walk then. If you don’t like the way I drive, get some­ body else. At last! Look out! Don’t open the door yet! There now, you’ve taken all the paint off? Well, I missed the side of the garage again. Forgot to turn off the engine? Why, I did not! Oh, yes I did, too. There, don’t ask me to take you out again. I’m through for the day. —M. P. ’25. * To a Cat Like golden suns midst murky clouds, Your shining eyes smile up at me; Your snowy stock and soft gray coat, Squirrel and ermine seem to be. Your ears are like pink, moss-backed shells, Half buried in the wave-washed sand; Your whiskers, gleaming silvery white— A fairy gift from Luna’s hand. Descendent of the Bengal kings— Brave monarchs of the jungle wild— Once dangerous foe of man and beast, Now, gentle playmate of the child. i Eulogies to you are few; Your ilk is oft condemned I know; But like the dog you’re staunch and true, When love upon you we bestow. —Helen Gray Gatens, ’27. �24 3D e l p ftf c The Wail of a Senior I suppose I am a senior. The school says I am. My name is listed with the seniors. Having never been one before I cannot learn anything from the way I feel, but I imagine that 1 do not feel like one. I gazed profoundly at myself in a mirror and was sadly disappointed for I did not even look like one. The seniors I used to know were beau­ tiful, stately, dignified young ladies and wise beyond all comprehension. I am not at all like a young lady should be, and l am not beautiful and queenly and awe-inspiring, either, and as for knowledge I am not at all the sage 1 thought I would be. I always thought seniors had many wonderful, important things to do. Perhaps they did. Things usually change by the time I catch up to them. When 1 was in the fourth grade the teacher used to read selections from “The Lady of the Lake” to the fifth grade and sometimes she told them stories on Friday afternoons. 1 looked forward to being in that class but when 1 was promoted all this stopped for she decided that it was more profitable for the pupils to spend their spare time making up arithmetic problems which they had worked incorrectly. Those who had nothing to correct could spend their time as they wished. It was hopeless for me to have any aspirations to this felicity. The sixth.grade had a class club It was one of the things taken for granted. When 1 reached this grade I was filled with hopes of being class president, secretary and treasurer, but they put an order out against secret societies in the school. There were only seven grades then and I was looking forward to high school. It was only one year away when the school deemed it wise to add another grade. The two years, from the sixth through the eighth, finally passed. though staying after school to make up arithmetic made them seem like ten I now entered into the Academic department. The seniors presided over the study hall. They made so much.noise tapping for silence that one could not study very well. I longed for the day when I could bang in the same authoritative manner. I am a senior now but the study hall doesn't need any watching for > has suddenly mended its ways. This may seem very fine but it makes gnash ray teeth! As for the senior council, which used to have me mysterious meetings very often, it was only called together once this year” happened to be in some remote par, of the building and missed it all. isn ’t at all what I I don’t want to be pessimistic, but being a senior i —C. A. ’25. thought it would be. t $ �DeIp&ic 25 Can You Do Better? Mrs. Smythe Ridgewood was entertaining with a large tea one Thurs­ day afternoon. She was having a most delightful time and her guests seemed to be enjoying themselves immensely. As she moved from the receiving line to speak to a close friend, a Mrs. Julius intercepted her on her way, gushing out with, “Oh, my dear Mrs. Ridgewood, I simply had to stop you and ask if you would be so kind as to give me your recipe for pickled onions? Those which you sent to us were delicious, and my husband enjoyed them so much that he fairly begged me to get the recipe from you. Yes, really! I felt sure you wouldn’t disappoint me!” “Why, I’m sure I’d be very glad to, I'll have it ready before you go. Thank you, my dear.” And she moved on to speak to her friend, Mrs. Tradles Thompson. “Sadie, dear, how are the three dear children?” “Oh, Maria, I’m so worried,” replied Mrs. Thompson. “Bobbie caught the measles and the other two have it, and I’m frantic. I don’t know what to do! “You poor thing,” murmured Mrs. Ridgewood. “Well, Maria, I would appreciate it if you would give me the method you used when your two were ill. They seemed to have been cured so miraculously.” “To be sure, I’d be only too glad to help you out,—I will have it ready when you leave.” „ “Oh, I can’t thank you enough, my dear, between friends, you know. ********** As Mrs. Tradles Thompson left, Mrs. Ridgewood handed her an envelope on which was written “Measles”, and to Mrs. Julius one on which was written “Pickled Onions”, and for both she received effusive thanks. * * * * # * * That evening Mrs. Julius said to her husband: “John, I was lucky enough to get that recipe from Mrs. Smythe Ridgewood. 111 made some }* f < * * for you very soon.” Read the “Great, my dear, They won’t last long if I’m near them. recipe to me.” “Very well!” She commenced: “Place in a dark room, so that they cannot possibly see the sunlight. Keep them warm all the time and be sure that no draft enters the room. Bathe the irritated parts with a solution of borax twice a day. This helps to reduce the heat. Perform^this duty for a period ot ten days and the results will be most gratifying. “John—what—oh, I never was so insulted in my life. That woman i ; ! ; �26 D e I p ft i c shall hear from me! The very idea—to treat me that way! I always have had a sense of humor, but—" Mrs. Julius was too indignant to voice her opinions further, so we shall leave her to her thoughts. In the meantime Mrs. Tradles Thompson was joyfully opening the envelope which she supposed contained the recipe for measles. She started to peruse it eagerly—reading— "Peel and cover with hot water and salt, making a strong brine. Let them stand for twenty-four hours. Drain and cover with another hot brine. The next day drain and make a fresh brine, heat to boiling point, add onions and boil three minutes. Drain and put in jars with bits of mace, a few whole peppers, cloves, and slices of red pepper. Fill with hot water— ’’ "Oh!” by this time Mrs. Thompson was wrathful. "What did that woman give me? I suppose she thinks she can make a fool of me— Henry—oh, oh, oh— Henry—” "Yes, dear, what is it?" And Henry came on the run. "Oh!” ejactulated his wife, "she gave me a recipe for m-measles and it’s all about peeling the children and letting them stand in hot water for hours. Oh, the idea! That sort of joke doesn’t appeal to me—and I have such a sensitive nature—oh—oh!" Henry, on reading the missive, perceives the error, as does John his wife’s mistake, but there’s no use telling a woman she’s wrong. Snobbishness, tilted noses, till Mrs. Smythe Ridgewood was fairly bewildered. Then one day the sensitive nature and the sense of humor met and accidentally compared notes. 1. M. ’25. I B * �DeIp6ic 27 T ravel When I’m in a very happy mood, I like to think of how nice it would be to go to Paris, to see all the big theaters, to ride through its gay streets, and to see all kinds of interesting things. When I feel studious, I long for a trip to Greece, that l might see where old battles were fought and where ancient temples stood; for that would make history much more interesting. Sometimes I imagine myself going to China and visiting secret opium dens and gambling houses, where there are terrible blood stains on the walls and floors. I imagine myself being pursued by frightful Chinamen and only being saved by some miracle. For beauty I would go to Italy or Hawaii to see all nature’s wonders, to go driving on Italian boulevards or to sit in the shadow of some palm and watch the tropical sun set into a golden ocean. But when I’m sleepy or tired I’d rather be cuddled up in a big chair in front of a cozy fire in my own home, than to be traveling anywhere in the —Margaret Johnson ’27. whole wide world. I The Finale r * The last day of the camping season found Camp Nomanee in great confusion. Tents were being taken down, army blankets checked up, the campus cleaned, canoes stored away, and a hundred and one other things being done that bridge upon departure. Here and there were small groups of girls, some talking and laughing, busy with packing, others in their bathing suits were paying their last respects to the dear old swimming hole, and still others were strolling leisurely through their favorite haunts, bidding them a fond farewell. And just in the busiest moment of the busiest day, came photographers who wished to take motion pictures of the camp and its inhabitants. Then came a pause in the day’s occupation, a time when we all felt just a little nearer each other than before, a time when the pervading atmosphere of jollity took a more earnest note, and we all seriously thought of what the future held for each of us. Suddenly our thoughts were interrupted by the clear musical notes of a bugle sounding melodiously in our ears. Of one accord we made one grand dash for the mess tent, for no Nomanee girl ever lost her appetite brooding over thoughts of departure. Our spirits were soon revived by devouring the most delicious dinner imaginable, a dinner with which the most pretentious Sybbarite could find no fault. Then such rousing cheers were sung, such chattering, such happiness caused by the mere fact that we could partake of the keen joy of living. The meal being over, we retired to our tents to don the ceremonial costume, a dress which greatly resembles that of an Indian maiden. It is �SD e I p j)i c decorated with our ambitions, our heart's desires, our attainments. We take great pride in this gown which is the record of our life, and we'try to guide our actions in such a way that the record may be spotless. Slowly the sun sank in the West, leaving the horizon tinted as autumn leaves, and soon after, evening shadows enveloped the hills. A twinkle here and a twinkle there, and the whole sky, as if by magic, became alight with millions of sparkling stars. One by one the girls quietly wended their way up the hill on which the council fire was held, a ceremony which took place but once during the camping period. It was regarded as the most beautiful, sacred and impressive event of the whole moon and none but full fledged members of the fire could sit within the circle and tend its mysterious flame. Then was the time honors were awarded, legends told, songs sung, and then was the time above all when we hated to leave our outdoor home. When the last strains of “Lay Me to Sleep in Sheltering Flame’’ had been sung, we stole softly away, to rest and sleep in heavenly peace, till dawn brought forth another day. Rest and sleep, did we say? Oh, no! Surely not that. Who of all that merry throng wished to spend the last night in sleeping. Former rules and regulations were by one and all disregarded, and the campus became dotted with white figures, determined upon enjoying to the utmost this glorious moonlight evening. Soon a flashlight procession was in session, the cook was awakened, the councilors were serenaded in romantic fashion, and pillow fights were in order. It was long after mid­ night before we merry revelers were brought to the realization that sleep is a necessary faction of good health, and so, after all, group after group retired to their cots, to spend the remainder of the nocturnal hours in sleeping. —Eleanor Poorman ’26. t * An Oregon Sunrise The earth is draped in Heavenly silence; Wood fragrance fills the crispen air; A warm glow tints the far horizon, Turning dewdrops to opals fair. A lurid ball of flame, half hidden, Floods the earth with purple light; A profile of a dazzling topaz, Set in the brow of dying Night. H See, fairy clouds the portal guarding, Where myriad rays of color play! Behold the flaming coach of PhoebusBearing the infant hour of Day! —Helen Gray Gatens, ’27. * �D e I p ft i c 29 Liberty 1 What is liberty! The word in itself means much. It is what our country was founded upon. It is supposed to mean freedom, but if every one truly felt himself free to do as he chose, what an awful tumult would arise. All are slaves to desire, custom and passion. People would not want to be really free, at liberty. He who honestly thinks himself to be free is only the more in bonds, the bonds of his own reason. Truly, “liberty is but the privilege of choosing your bondage”. —Dorothy Mautz ’26. Democracy * > Democracy is not merely a political term and it is not only, as some people might say, the showing of the freedom of American people. Democracy, this political system, is that the government is directly con­ trolled by the people. In a democracy where the right of making laws resides in the people at large, public virtue is more likely to be found. In some of the states of the United States pure democracy is found, as it was in some of the Greek states. Democracy is a political and legal equality, a state of society without class distinction made or favored by laws or customs. Democracy is, as defined by President Lincoln, ‘ A government of the people, by the people, and for the people. —Catherine Martin ’25. Culture f i Culture is not merely the training and refining of the moral or intel­ lectual faculties. It is something which everyone can have, taken from the point of refinement in people, if one really wants it. Yet it is an elusive object to describe. A cultured person has that undeniable some­ thing about him which immediately stamps him as being refined. We cannot tell right away what it is, but we know that it is there, and marks the person who has it as distinct from the common crowd. A cultured person is distinguished and noticeable but not in a conspicuous way. Culture is sometimes the cultivation of plants or a study of scientific subjects, or the study of the growth and development of plants and animals. Still, everyone knows and feels the presence of culture, be it in the laboring man or learned man, for it is the essence of good taste, manners and refinement. * �Much enthusiasm has been shown in Athletics in general and basket­ ball in particular this fall. Judging from the enthusiasm of the first and second Uppers, St. Helen s Hall will have promising basketball teams in the future. The first and second teams were posted, and are now working hard. They consist of: First Team: Center—Katie Martin (Captain). Side—Centers—Helen Peters, Roberta Pittock. Forwards—Marjorie Mariner, Nancy Chipman. Guards—Helen Loomis, Betty Allyn. Second Team: Center—Analene Cohen. Side-Center—Evelyn Meyer. rnraNrHldV^ari°oie Pittock> Elizabeth Martin. Guards—Velma Payne, Edythe Hartley, Helen Dunn. Class teams have also been posted and class games will be played later. The first of the two out of three games with Catlin’s came off on November 6 in our school ouenrh • •* ' §ymnas,urn- Even the pouring rain did not played well and f?pints* and the victory was ours 14-26. Both teams fact that two of p6*?*™6 W3S an excitln& one t0 watch. Owing to the “ 00 gymnasium B’rith P'ayed the second game with Catlin’s in B’nai ...^srri.f'-TS'rr,,a" "'ki« ”a we met with an 24-7. The Catlin’s team’s rapid passing and perfect team work waswas splendid, This defeat was the cause of strenuous practice the following week. �3D e l p ft i c 31 and also many rallies. Our yell leader, Mayanna Sargent, aroused more “pep” than has ever before been known. The third and final game was played on November 21 at Multnomah Club. It was the most thrilling, wildly exciting game, that the Hall girls have ever witnessed. Both teams were evenly matched, and it was a battle from start to finish, Our team played as it never had before, and when the final whistle blew, we had won. No one knew what the outcome would be until the last minute. The score was 18-20. The lineup was as follows: Center—Katie Martin. Side-Center—Helen Peters. Forwards—Elizabeth Martin, Marjorie Mariner. Guards—Velma Payne, Edythe Hartley. _ , _ Substitutions—Betty Allyn for Edythe Hartley; Roberta Pittock for Helen Peters. This game determined who should keep the cup for which the two schools have been playing for the past three years. The first year Gatlin’s was victorious, the second year St. Helen’s won. This year was the end of the two out of three series. Mrs Parry has given a silver cup as a hockey trophy, and the school is planning to form two hockey teams in the spring. The game was started in the school a few years ago and the girls were enthusiastic; so now we want to start it again, and really make something of it. I 4 ! Rallies S-t. H-e-l-e-n-s H-a double 1 Can you guess? The best, the finest, The grandest school of all— Listen! We’re cheering St. Helen’s Hall! That was one of the cheers that came ringing from the study hall at a rally Our cheer leader, Mayanna Sargent, showed us all what a real rally should be And the school proved to the team that .t would do i s bi by giving them encouragement. It is the school that expects its girls to win Tat proves the right spirit for its team, ^ -eryone wishes ______ the team good luck, and everyone stays for the game to see that team play, that is what we call school spirit. cheer No one knows better than a player how much the work: of a cheer leader, and the cooperation of the school means to any team. And we hoDe as the years go by that the school spirit will ever increase, always prove Te have “the best, the finest, the grandest schooWf all. �K- 32 D 11 p i) i c Some of the Cheers: T-h-e H-a-1-1 That’s the way to spell it This is the way to yell it The Hall! S-t. H-e-l-e-n-s H-a double 1, can you guess The best, the finest, The grandest school of all Listen! We’re cheering St. Helen’s Hall. Brecki co wax co wax co wax Brecki co wax co wax Hairo-Cairo Wally go wally go wally go wax The Hall Team rah! Team rah! Team team Rah! i i Song—(Tune—Hot Time) Use your heads, you girls in blue and red, Win this game for the Hall’s sake and fame, For we’re behind you team with lots of pep and steam And we’ll show them that our school can fight! Rah! Rah! H i ml �33 ) Thyra St. Clair (21) has announced her engagement to Mr. Alfred Newman. The wedding will take place in December. Annabelle Bates (22) was married last summer to Mr. David Cohen. Janet Griffith (22) was married November eighteenth to Mr. Donald M. Drake. Mr. and Mrs. Wilson B. Coffee (Marjorie Campbell ’17) are being congratulated upon the arrival of a daughter, November fifth, She has been named Joan Campbell Coffey. Helen Holmes (22) is attending Goucher College at Baltimore, Md. Esther Benson (22) has returned from a European trip with her aunt, Mrs. Allen. A great many of the Hall graduates are at the University of Oregon this year. From what we hear, they are enjoying the University life immensely. They are: Margaret Boyer (22), Peggy Spenser (23), Lillian Luders (23), Hazelmary Price (23), Elizabeth Bradley (24), Annie Ellen LaMore (24. Mildred Vaughn (24), Dorothy Mielke (24), Virginia Fenton (24), and Idelle Egbert, who did post graduate work here last year. Virginia Pittock (2)), Frances Spaulding (22), Helen Van De Water (22), Elva Mervy (21), Jessie Smith (20). Dorothy Haradon (23), Edna Ellen Bell (24), Ruth Wonacott (24), and Florence Volstorff (24) are all attending Reed College, which seems to be as popular as the Uni­ versity. Frances Spaulding is doing her junior year here but expects to return to Mills College next year to graduate. Mary Ray Fraley (24), Kathryn Hennagin, and Henrietta White are at the Oregon Agricultural College. Donna Jean Trumbull is now at the University of Washington. Katherin Hart (24) is in the east attending Miss Mason’s School. Roberta Douty (24) and her sister, Margaret Ellen Douty, are attend­ ing the Ward-Belmont School in Nashville, Tennessee. Charlotte Allen is in Baltimore, Maryland. �34 DeIp&ic Mrs. Allen Hemphill (Ethelwynne Harris ’02) is now living in Portland and has two small sons. Virginia Edwards (22) and Catherine Overbeck (22) have both returned to Wellesley. Catherine Deyette, who would have been one of our oldest classmates had she not moved to Seattle last year, is now a senior at St Nicolas School there, and has been elected president of her class and editor of the school paper. The friends of Miss Katherine Arnold (’01) will be interested to know that she has returned from Turkey, where she has been for the past three years, professor of mathematics in Constantinople College and is at present in Washington, D. C. She has accepted a position as’one of the secretaries of the American Association of University Women. Jean Muir (23) is traveling in Europe with her aunt, Mrs. Allison. �September 9 T, School opened today, and everyone was glad to get back, lhere are many new girls among us this year. September 22 The Glee Club was organized and officers elected. September 25 The Old Girls entertained the New Girls at a fancy dress party. ; | October 1 Betty Sewall was elected President of the School Council, and Catherine Martin, Vice-President. One hundred dollars was raised by the Hall girls toward helping rebuild St. Stephen’s Pro-Cathedral, which was destroyed by fire. This was the first contribution received by Dean Ramsey. October 11 an informal dance given by the boarders. October 31 _ , A candy sale was sponsored by the Seniors and a total of sixteen dollars was made. for all the boarders who had The boarders gave a birthday party birthday since the beginning of school. had a ^'several of the boarders, music pupils of Miss FoulKes, were guests at her reception for Percy Granger. studying The Tale of The second year English class, who are �2D e l p b i c 36 Two Cities, gave a mock trial of Charles Darnay, which was cleverly portrayed. November 5 The Musical History Class attended a symphony practice at the Auditorium. November 6 The first basketball game with Miss Catlin’s school was played today in our gym. We won with score of 26-14, much to1 everyone’s delight. The first quarter of the term ended today and the grade list posted. The Seniors won the banner as a reward for the highest class average. November 11 ciseIUeThaJ’nfa,^'SfiCet °ay' Wa$ ce,ebrated with impressive exer- The planting of trees, in memory of those who pave their rp",,' eewWv°erarsWTH h3S ^ the “ <he schfoT dutg those siven bv inri •/? yea,r eadl class offered a tree, besides tnose given by individual pupils. “The Boy Comes Home” a play Thr”s of^he Ola0"3810"; W3$ ®iv6n b>' the Expression Class. Catherine MavhewP U Waa due t0 Gwendolyn Hall, Lillian Bennett, November 13 Again the St. Helens Hall team met the Catlin team. The game was won by Catlin’s, who played exceedingly well. The score was 24-7. November 18 Maxine, accompanied T V'm‘1 fr0m ,be orPhan twins, Max and Mecklem andTr Ber/ t MeCklem and Mr• Berg. Both Mr. Chest. ‘ B g spoke t0 the gi»s about the Community November 21 was playe^with"’Miss' CathV T'*'"8-’ and enthusiastic game of all Both teams were workinf ' * ln the Multnomah Club today, minute that our team wn m endld^ and no °ne knew until the last This game, the last of C°me °Ut ahead with a score of 20-18. was ours. e three-year series, determined that the cup November 25 a tea at the school today for the all girls. The Senior and Junior girls �3D e l p b i c 37 November 26 This day being Wednesday and the day before the last Thursday in November, everyone went home in high spirits to partake of turkey, cranberry sauce, pumpkin pie, and all the rest of the nice things that together make up the best dinner in the whole year. December 1 All the girls returned after their two days’ vacation, and none look the worse for it. And now we are studying hard to pass away the time until the most exciting holiday on the Kalendar, Christmas. And even though it is a little early, we would like to wish you all a “Merry Christmas”. Kalendar, 1924-1925 1st Quarter ends November 7th (9 weeks, less a day). Thanksgiving Holidays, November 26th to 30th. Christmas Vacation, December 19th to January 6th. 2nd Quarter ends January 23rd (9 weeks, less one day). Mid-Year Examinations, January 26th to 30th. Second Term begins February 2nd. Washington’s Birthday, February 22nd, Holiday. 3rd Quarter ends March 27th (8 weeks). Easter Vacation, April 16th to 27th. 4th Quarter ends May 22nd (8 weeks). Final Examinations, May 25th to 29th. Commencement, June 2nd. . i �Glee Club tores*;6 Mrf *tS WOrk thls year under the same instrucrememhe f h C j**? Smith, whom our readers and friends will veTrs w/ h P 1?mirable accomPlishments with us for the past few Christmfls hv mVC * a SOn^s’ tdat ran£e from old English ballads, We hone to5’ ^ luHabyS’ t0 faSt Chzecho-Slavakian tunes. sS“:n;^ »“f" - - •<*»anearlyforty ** memberehiP from thirty girls last year to Vice-President, Velma pLn^V0110^ President’ Elbertine Adams; Donna Magnuson• Rnci ynA?’ Secretary, Celeste Proctor; Treasurer, ness Manager, Lilias Pekier an*ger’ Mathilda Bowman; Assistant Busiour voices and memorizing6^^^ ^ °fflcers’ Mrs- Smith, the school, everyday vernacular, our ^ �2D e l p in c 39 Boarders9 Dance On October eleventh the boarders gave an informal dance. There were twenty couples present, a most convenient number for the Hall Annex, where the dance took place. The boarders all like the Annex, which was used socially for the first time, and they hope to use it a^ain for their parties. The Old Girl-New Girl Party ! I I ; I ; i Bold Captain Kidd, the demure Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm, sly Tom Sawyer and his pal, Huckleberry Finn, the three dashing musketeers, Hans Brinker, or was it his sister, Gretal?, the little Egyptian, Babbie! Little Lord Fauntleroy, bright little Peter Rabbit, and even the Ancient Mariner, besides oceans of others, stepped out of their respective books for nearly four hours on the evening of September 25th. In other words, the old girls were entertaining the new girls at our annual Old GirlNew Girl party, and everyone came as a character from some book. After the grand march the prizes were awarded. The first one went, after much deliberation, to Peter Rabbit, the second to Huck Finn, and the third to the much loved Rebecca. Or to be more explicit, to Pricilla House, Elizabeth St. Clair and Geraldine Kirby. Then followed the initiation of the new girls, a very exhausting ex­ perience we are sure. Nevertheless, the new girls, especially one young athlete, struggled through it with very good grace. After this everyone joined in and danced, and later on refreshments were served, and then more dancing, until it was time to stop. Every­ one agreed that this party had been the “best ever” and we are sure that the new girls felt much more at home among us the next day. The girls of the Hall who are pupils of Miss Jocelyn Foulkes attended a most unique reception Tuesday evening, November fourth, at Miss Foulkes’ home. Percy Grainger, the eminent Australian pianist and composer, was the guest of honor. The small group of musical people whom Miss Foulkes invited to meet Mr. Grainger were surprised to find him a very ordinary man as to appearance, except for a mass of golden hair, which, however, did not tend to make him seem effeminate. His extraordinarily pleasing personality made his lecture-lesson to three of Miss Foulkes’ pupils an exceptionally interesting event. He pointed out bad points here, and good points there, in those works of his which they played, thereby bringing out his, the composer’s, own conception of their meaning. Mr. Grainger here revealed an entirely different side from that which most of his admirers see on the concert stage. His every word concern­ ing music revealed how fully this great man put his whole life into his art. Miss Foulkes played a two piano-four hand arrangement by Humbert of Faure’s quartet in C minor with Mr. Grainger. This performance was remarkably successful despite the fact that the two players had had no previous rehearsal. �__ I The Delphic is pleased to acknowledge the following exchanges: The Blue Pencil, Walnut Hill School, Natick, Massachusetts. The Academia, St. Mary’s Academy, Portland, Oregon. The Emerald, University of Oregon, Eugene, Oregon. The O. A. C Barometer, Oregon Agricultural College, Corvallis, Oregon. The Olympus, Olympia High School, Olympia, Washington. The Oregon Churchman, Portland, Oregon. The Blue Pencil—Your cuts are fair, your snapshots good, and your The Lord Gardener” is an especially literary department excellent, good story. Your Class History and Class Prophecy both well written. On the whole, a very good issue. The Academia—We acknowledge both your Commencement issue, which was received too late for mention in our June issue, and your fall number. Both magazines are well organized with the exception of your cuts, which could be improved. Your literary department is always commendable for originality. Deserving special mention is the story ' Dicky’s Blind Man,” in your Commencement number. �D c I p f) i c 41 SCHOOL HONORS, 1924 The Medal The Medal for the Best Essay on Patriotism awarded by the National Society of Colonial Daughters. Cecilie Applegath—(Subject, “What We Owe to Magna Charta.”) Winners of Certificates of Merit: CECILIE APPLEGATH JEAN ROSENBLATT IRENE MACKAY LUCILE BOWMAN ELIZABETH BRADLEY RUTH WONACOTT CHARLETTE ALLEN LAURA HAGOOD CELESTE PROCTOR CATHERINE WEST MYRNA LAMSER Honorable Mention: DOROTHY MAUTZ MARIA WILSON EDNA ELLEN BELL ROBERTA DOUTY School Honors The First Testimonials are awarded to pupils attaining an average for the year of 90% in every study. 95% in attendance, order and punctuality. 99% in conduct. DEBORAH BALL ROBERTA DOUTY IDELI.E EGBERT CORNELIA IRELAND EVELYN MEYER MARY MALARKEY The Second Testimonials are awarded to pupils attaining an average for the year of 80% in every study. 90% in attendance, order and punctuality. 98% in conduct. �D e l p t) i c EDNA ELLEN BELL MARGARET ELLEN DOUTY KATHERINE HART ELEANOR POORMAN ROSAMUND STRICKER LILLIAN BURDETT DARRELL TORREY FLORENCE VOLSTORFF CATHERINE WEST GERALDINE BLODGETT EDYTHE HARTLEY DOROTHY MAUTZ BETTY SEWALL IMOGENE WENTWORTH Last year Bishop Sumner offered a competitive Scholarship Prize to the Junior who passed the Eastern College Entrance Examinations in six points with the highest average. The Scholarship was won by Evelyn Meyer. Two cups given by Mrs. F. F. Pittock are to have engraved upon them each year the names of the girls who receive the highest grades in these examinations, in French and English. The French cup bears the name of Evelyn Meyer. The English that of Marjorie Pittock. Two new cups were given this year for honors in these examinations, one for Latin by the Alumnae Association, and one for Mathematics by Mr. and Mrs. Ernest H. Meyer. The former was won by Evelyn Meyer. The latter by Deborah Ball. The Alumnae Association has offered a pin for the Senior who o tains t e highest average in studies and deportment in the Senior year. It was won this year by Roberta Douty. thp Peteurs’ Geraldine Spence, Marjorie Mariner, who played for Schoolletters *n tlle ^ntersc*10*ast,c Basketball Game, won their Catherine Martin, who has held the School Tennis Championship for tour years, and who won in t^e singles in the tournament with Catlin’s this vp_r >ear, was awarded a small emblem. �« JUST OVER THE TERCUP5- I live just across the Miss E.: “Ah, 1 am a near neighbor now. river. D. Statter: “How nice. I hope you will drop in some day. Lives of Seniors oft remind us How to “Bluff” the teachers best, And, departing, leave behind us, Helpful hints for all the rest. •’WXS’ XSSL, *<*' ~~ « — Teacher: E. Hartley: them.” Little bits of candy, Gum and class pins too, Make some puffed up Juniors Act like Freshmen do. B. Congleton: “Do you know where the Dead Sea is?” M. L. Zan: “No, 1 didn’t even know it was dead. �': D 11 p ft i c 44 An assignment on original sonnets almost caused the Junior Cla complete mental paralysis. We are taking the privilege of printing SS of the reactions: ® two A Sonnet How can an English pupil write a sonnet, What is there that I could form into verse? I hope this thing I write could be lots worse. To show that I have pondered long upon it. The only flowers I have are on a hat To write of flowers of cloth Pm not inclined Many scents of flowers are on the wind. But none that I can form into a sonnet. When I consider how my time I’ve spent That I may be a credit to the class I just do wish someone to me had lent A sonnet that I could have used. Alas! A hat is the use?” I sadly ask, and so Here are my fourteen lines all in a row. —Dorothy Smith, ’26. Just a Sonnet Now all my time I’ve spent in vainFully two periods I’ve idled away For' cSnttIng’ thinkin2 and racking my brain No vS?w fPre,tJ Hnes with 3 musical sway And Jun Und °Ut its an impossibility, And also a waste of valuable time To even'male" two Whenny°U l,ave n’° ability. : j ™ake two or three words rhvmp ■d end this thing now if only I might For /nTrl 'Carry U f0ur lin« more8 ’ But So no more upon me will this dear sonnet pend. Donna Magnuson, ’25. Mathematics Mathematics makes me wonder TSrhiUS* n° 800d at all? Hims TbeafaT-'0 be patient b i Deat against a wall My6 heartUhr ' gamely Another zero bring! °f °'d average If°iamnaUITber bestuntold. Calm c r rnathematics k-alm, superior will I hp Such a victory for me. —I. M. ’25. �D e I p t) t c 45 Miss W.: “What great works did Milton write?” C. Martin: “He wrote Bunyon’s Pilgrim Progress, didn’t he?” I Mackay: “What’ll we do?” . D Torry: “I’ll spin a coin. If it’s heads we’ll go to the movies; it it’s tails we’ll go to the dance; and if it stands on edge, we’ll study.” M. Barde: “Say, Dorothy, whose line do you prefer nowadays?” D. Livesly (dreaming as usual):: “Oh, the telephone’s.” Any Instructor: “Elizabeth, there is a waste basket in the corner.” C. Martin (defining) : “Oh, yes, a student is a very educated person of a studious nature.” ^ Miss W.: “Aren’t you a student, Catherine e Miss T.: Where are the girls this afternoon?” J. Knapp: “They are having a fit.” Miss T.: “A what?” J. Knapp: “They went down to Olds & King’s to have a fit of their uniforms.” E Zan (speaking of Jonathan Edwards as president of Princeton) : “That was a little before or just after he died, I think, wasn t it? A. Cohen (mournfully) : “Did you ever feel so small you could walk ! under a centipede on stilts? ’ —. — r—r MESS- *» - “7 ’“■5* : .rtSS, ^.777c"e«v.S a££. *.”3 handing t. X ! ! late at that. bad toothache this morning: that’s a good Mademoiselle: “I had a sentence for drill.” in Wakeman?” Instructor:: “Catherine, have you read your assignment Katy: “Why—a-er—yes. book on my desk; you left it there Instructor: “Well, I have your yesterday after class.” Of all the beasts that flit around Or dash about the road, I’d rather be just what I am A little pigeon toad. something for my will you please give me H. Loomis: “Doctor, head?” it as a gift.” Doctor: “My dear girl, I wouldn’t take ! �T ■ 46 D e l p ft i c Art for Art’s Sake Among the diverse arts represented in this school none is more promi­ nent than that of running the phonograph. “Simple enough”, you will say, but just try it and you’ll see what a really difficult task it is. Playing a piano is, of course, aided by constant practice, but practice on a piano is a pleasure. Just stand by a phonograph for an hour and keep it going at an even rate of speed. At the end of fifteen minutes you will be tired, at the end of a half hour your hand will be stiff, and after an hour you will probably collapse or do something equally desperate. One cannot learn this art by practice,—it must be naturally born in one. This makes the art a far rarer thing than it would otherwise be. Ask the boarders; they know. In fact, you can ask anyone who has managed to use their phonograph after the spring in it has broken, and everywhere you will meet with the information that running a phono­ graph is a feat of the greatest delicacy as well as an accomplishment of the highest order. I said the boarders before, because they have suf­ fered severely from the broken spring in their phonograph. This tragedy, which took place some time ago, has caused a number of them to aspire to become artists along this rare new line. Among the aspirants, Ger­ aldine Kirby undoubtedly occupies the majestic seat at the very top, for in t is art, Jerry is indeed a “top-notcher”. Her time is unerring, her effort^nU f 56 the GnVy °f any 0pera sinSer> she is tireless in her ra ^ eaSf everyone at same time, and what is more wonderful, ® cf" 7" * Phono8raPh. for a whole hour without collapsing. If anyone her jf ^ 1S ?reat artist> the Paderewski of the phonograph, we offer with ,h?7Land compensation her trouble, the beautiful phonograph departmentP 60 S^nn^> ,s the pride of the entire boarding —A. C. 25. -v ciom ind the hghts went out. As a certfn 6 C0V6rS Came a muffled shout, £s a certain person tall and fair Thpn8^ m a gIass> one> two, a pair BuralPas'aaTasC'hee’ee “d S°me app!^’ t0°’ We heard a fi* we were through Which did n„ n-klun? sound from ^r, We ?an hm v,n,guhtly Ieisures ■mar. we ran but oh—the cider SDilt Theiwhrm ^^^ng beneath our quilt; The vo?ce on whom^’ rk night ther^ s°unded ‘‘Ah^surelv the ndn °U,r *??? were founded: And yoSr silence I fen°f PICkles 1 smell> Then suddenly «i2r Up0n you does tell” “Your mistake, ',is°'cMd^olTdill5tU1' —C. M. ’25. �Please Patronize Our Advertisers i ; We Wish You a ytl<trr? Christmas and Ufapp? ^ear ^fheiZZ ■ jhshr.» _/ ■ ■ i PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS : �I J . PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS l i �Armishaw Bros. GOOD TIMES are party times—when someone else plans the party. Why not enjoy all your parties by letting HENRY plan them and see that they are prepared in his inimitable way. 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Title A name given to the resource Oregon Episcopal School Yearbooks Description An account of the resource This is a collection of yearbooks from the Oregon Episcopal School (OES). The bulk of the yearbooks are from St. Helen's Hall, with yearbooks also from the Junior College as well as Bishop Dagwell Hall. The title for the OES yearbook evolved from The Delphic to The Legend-Delphic. The title for the Junior College Yearbook was The Scintilla. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Oregon Episcopal School Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Oregon Episcopal School Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1921-1923; 1931-1995 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource All rights are reserved by Oregon Episcopal School. 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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 1924 Subject The topic of the resource School yearbooks Students Student activities Student publications Teachers Description An account of the resource This is one of the oldest OES yearbooks, dated 1924. The yearbooks were published annually after 1925. Yearbooks from 1921-1968 were known as The Delphic and were created by St. Helen's Hall students attending in their high school years. St. Helen's Hall was an all-girls school that pre-dated Oregon Episcopal School. In 1969, the yearbook evolved into The Legend-Delphic with the addition of Bishop Dagwell Hall and male student attendees. After 1986 the yearbook branding begins to singularly list "OES" with a few volumes referencing "The Delphic" or "The Legend Delphic". Yearbooks helped to chronicle the school year's events and activities, in addition to listing each student and staff member. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Oregon Episcopal School Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1924 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource All rights are reserved by Oregon Episcopal School. Language A language of the resource English Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context oes_delphic_christmas1924-compressed.pdf School yearbooks; Students; Student activities; Student publications; Teachers http://archive.oes.edu/files/original/b647248d42269f7a672d06c4e755d9b0.pdf d184288be04dfe48011cc81cb486836e PDF Text Text ��Vt> N rx ; > X X. X X X X- \vT<; x <y, f f r M u s. .V QZ ^ X. ,% XX. * X / I V6 x. % V? X X Q. X e i /S V 0 °> V .X ■<D X * c • Xv e\Y Y £$ ^ .--~~y c- N . '- J X ) «\. x v U ^ XY. UA f A A �J I <; • '■ 77 I J 7 ' ~ w A y _-/v ":, i ? I' J s v 0 yt & sj ;V AkK^ ? The Delphic 3 «r 6 * J k i D KJ *y P ST. HELENS HALL - \3qUajL4s . PORTLAND. OREGON JjUjlJ* A-JLCjA > JAfJjZjt UD ^ vC<l -CC €. *N- OtL*L*tJLjL&c *% 1 37. 7 .CJL■ —/ --L <5*J o I ■o /~ u. n \ i > \ / wj 2 * \ I ---.'_| —^ i ,/H „.. ‘T/D OxCcC\ , UH / , D7"/" ^ / \ \ December, Vs - 'V / 7 V-' / < \J <sf J'a O' Sc^ f (V t ^Tpe4/^_W7<2 A 74D^. ^'g V. £ ■ �* 6 Delphic Staff 3 j Editor-in-Chief Literary Editor DOROTHY MAUTZ BETTY PARRY vr First Assistant LTP&rary Editor MURIEL BARDE 5ecoM Assistant Literary Editor MARGARET MCCALL KaPendar ( ISABEL STARR (MAY BELLE ALLEN Old Girl Notes \HELEN SPENCER (ardelia Music and Entertainment ( ELEANOR POORMAN (BERNICE CONGLETON (nancy A thletics haradon chipman (BETTY ALLYN (VIRGINIA COKE 'j CORNELIA IRELAND Exchanges v' Art [PHYLLIS HENNINGSEN >Y. ............ Betsy Abbott N. N Advertising Business HELEN HEMBREE ELIZABETH ST. CLAIR MARGARET BRANDES (HELEN PETERS (ELIZABETH MARTIN < �Page Editorials 7 School Honors 10 Literary .... 15 Juvenile 42 Kalendar .... 46 Music and Entertainment 48 Old Girl Notes 51 Exchanges .,. . .53 Athletics 54 Jokes . ............. 56 Advertisements . 59 �The Delphic is published twice during the school year. All students should subscribe. Literary communications should be addressed to the Editor-in-Chief; business letters and subscriptions to the Business Manager. Subscriptions, $1.00 a year. Volume 26 DECEMBER, 1925 Number 5 : : �DELPHIC 7 Courtesy and a Smile Did you ever stop to think how far courtesy and a smile will take you? Have you ever noticed how lasting first impressions are? A smile goes a long way. Try it and see! It is very pleasant to meet someone who greets you with a cheery “hello” and a smile. It gives one a feeling of longing to go down the hall and have the girls smile at you. When a new girl enters our doors to continue her education, it is so nice to have the strange faces smile instead of passing you up in cold indifference. Do you realize that everything is strange to her? Her whole school life will seem different if you try to make her feel as though she belonged here instead of an outsider looking in on the fun. You all have your own set of friends but you might be courteous to the others. Courteousness! So few remember to be courteous to everyone. Have you ever thought of the little courtesies of everyday life; the ones that mark you a true lady? Have you ever been on the street car and remained seated while some poor tired woman stood looking for a seat? Have you ever jumped on the street car without waiting for the older ones to get on first? We probably don’t mean to be impolite but we are. Consider others more and you will be happier. N. P. ’26. Elements of Happiness Very little is needed to make a happy life. Great students have prescribed this thing and that as a means for bringing about the condition �8 DELPHIC are ol three factors necessari-work, and health, and love. Without work, where would be the joy of living? Where the pleasure of lying down to rest after a hard day’s labor? Where that satisfied feeling of having com pleted something difficult and worthwhile? In work—earnest, sincere work accomplished in an honorable manner, is found one of the most pleasing and comfortable sensations that man, existing in this comfortable and sensational world, can enjoy. Without health, where would man secure the energy, the ambition, the saneness of mind, for working to accomplish admirable ends? It is said that “in caring for the health and beauty of our persons, we are caring for the very shrine of the Great Spirit” and experience will prove that this statement was very truly made. Without love, there would be no purpose in living. Love opens to one “the beauty of every virtue.” So, to be truly happy, one must continually “stand porter at the door of thought” and refuse to allow anything but thoughts of love for every living thing to enter that E. P. ’26. inner consciousness. Genius Genius is a remarkable quality. It does very peculiar things to the people whom it possesses, for it can not be said that one possesses this unknown quantity. On the contrary, it is always the possessor, I used to know a lady who was thus blessed, or cursed. Her genius made her write blood-curdling mystery tales, although she was really a timid, mousey, little thing. The most pathetic part of it was that she had horrible nightmares after writing certain episodes in her novels. She used to come to my mother in tears after them. Many times she locked er typewriter away and swore she would never write another paragraph, S u COu^ not withstand her tormentor longer than a day or two, and en s e would be at it again. Perhaps you have gathered from this ime story some idea of what “genius” is. My definition for it is: a fulthin’.bey°nd the owner’s control, that causes him to rise high above the ordinary and often plays pranks with its helpless victim. C. I. ’26. Arbitration i fusing definition arbjtra!jon the dictionary and found a long; conwords. It seems’ tn° ^ n0t repeat hut try to explain it in my own who have quarrellp^Vu at-arbitration is the act of tw0 sensible people Pute and of abiding’bavin§ some disinterested party settle their disefficient this wav8:„y tp&t person s decision. Think how much more Brown have a omrroi u °r ^nstance, suppose John Smith and Tom a out the boundary line between their two lots. / �DELPHIC 9 They each want to build a garage, but there is not enough room between the two houses for both. They may quarrel like children, take the affair into court, make themselves the laughing-stock of the whole neighbor­ hood, and spend a lot of money. On the other hand, some unprejudiced neighbor may be called in as arbitor. It is more than likely that he will advise them to build a double garage and halve the expense. The prob­ lem is settled and the families remain firm friends. They have a goodlooking garage at a reduced expense. It is this same principle that various great men are trying to apply to the nations of the world today. C. 1. ’26. Life may be “so much velvet,” but it is rather worn out in places. In fact, sometimes full of holes. That just is life. But who—who in all the world, wouldn’t rather go in rags part of the time, and the other part in velvet, than to wear calico always? I know I would. D. A. M„ ’26. �10 DELPHIC School Honors The Medal and Certificate of Merit for the best Essay on Patriotism awarded by the National Society of Colonial Daughters: Deborah Ball (Subject—The Supreme Duty of Loyalty) Winners of Certificates of Merit: Eleanor Poorman May Belle Allen Janet Wentworth Margaret McCall Mildred Gill Helen Spencer Ellen Prince Hawkins Jane Knapp Helen Younger HONORABLE MENTION ' Betty Parry Cecilie Applegath The Alumnae Pin for highest standing in studies and deportment in the Senior Year won by Evelyn Meyer Honors based on high marks received in Eastern College Entrance Board Examinations: Scholarship for Senior Year for highest marks in six points won by Cornelia Ireland The Pittock cup for English Deborah Ball The Pittock cup for French Cornelia Ireland The E. H. Meyer cup for Mathematics Mary Malarkey The Alumnae cup for Latin Mary Elizabeth Wheeler Twenty-three girls took Eastern College Entrance Board Examinations in June and competed for these honors. ■ �DELPHIC 11 Testimonials The First Testimonials are awarded to pupils attaining an average for the year of 90% in every study. 95% in attendance, order, and punctuality. 99% in conduct. Deborah Ball Lilian Bennett Geraldine Blodgett Edythe Hartley Mary Elizabeth Wheeler Cornelia Ireland Dorothy Mautz Evelyn Meyer Eleanor Poorman The Second Testimonials are awarded to pupils attaining an average for the year of 80% in every study. 90% in attendance, order, and punctuality. 98% in conduct. Irene Mackay Helen Abbott Donna Magnuson Elbertine Adams Celeste Proctor Lucile Bowman Mayanna Sargent Jane Cullers Betty Sewall Gwendolyn Hall Rosamond Strieker Helen Hembree Darrell Torrey Elizabeth Ann Johnson Imogen Wentworth Geraldine Kirby Janet Wentworth �12 DELPHIC In the All-Oregon Exposition Essay Contest, St. Helen’s Hall received first place in the high school contest, Catherine Van Schuyver won the first prize of $50. Margaret McCall won the second prize of $30. In the grammar school contest Marion Denton won third place, $20. Of the seventeen essays singled out for final reading seven were submitted by students at the Hall. The prize essay follows: The Furniture Industry of Portland, Oregon Portland is the oldest and most firmly established furniture manu­ facturing center of the Pacific Coast. It is located in the midst of the heaviest forest of soft woods on the North American continent, is accessi­ ble from all railway lines and is served by steamship lines reaching all the Pacific countries and other parts of the world. Experts have agreed that there is positive economy and advantage in operating furniture manufacturing industries here under present economic conditions, and this advantage is growing every year. Twenty-eight establishments, eleven of which are exclusively engaged in the manufacture of upholstered furniture, with nearly fourteen hun­ dred employees and producing between four and five million dollars of furniture during the year of 1923, furnishes evidence that Portland has already become one of the furniture centers of this country. The furniture manufactured includes high class store and bank fix­ tures, cheap and medium household furniture of all types, all grades of Z l"?'. re'dpfurniture> well as office desks. ' Practically all of the upholstered furniture sold in Portland is manufactured locally dust?veto0fnchfllParpCUT i"ducemems for the prospective furniture inPnrH H h * P°rtland is in connection with the question of labor Portland has a number of skilled mechanics and partially trained men adapted to this work, the living conditions Eastern labor to . the cost of living the type of work range from forty cents to one dollar an hour. The plants are operated on a forty-eight hour week basis. ys-js wrsasra'-'- » .f Sssrssp: zs'.,;0™ 1 �13 DELPHIC the form of substitutes be found locally, and when it is considered that oak is at the present time being substituted for other types of finish, such as mahogany or black walnut, it will be noted that very little wood need be imported except for use as veneers. Very little red gum, birch, bass­ wood or ash are imported Red alder is a very acceptable and most satisfactory substitute for these materials, as well as a substitute for chestnut for core wood and for oak. By far the greatest item entering into the manufacture of furniture is that of lumber, with the exception of upholstered furniture. Lumber is practically the only item in which there is a loss or waste in con­ verting from a raw material into a finished product. There is com­ paratively small amount of waste in connection with veneer finish, but the waste in core, understock and solids is very heavy, which forces the manufacturer, where these materials are shipped from any great distance, to stand not only a loss in the product itself, but also to pay freight and charges on a large amount of material that must become a loss. Portland is in an unusually advantageous position in connection with power. Hog fuel or sawmill waste is undoubtedly the most efficient fuel in the world, and as it is easily obtainable in this locality, a number of large steam plants use this exclusively. It not only consumes waste from the lumber mills, but as it burns without residue it is economical to handle. The water supply of Portland is known nationally as being one of the purest in the world, and the rates charged for water are also along the lowest, in spite of the fact that the system is municipally owned and is self-sustaining. The climatic conditions which exist in Portland are such that the plants used in connection with the manufacture of furniture need not be of the same type of construction as required in the Eastern States, where there are extremes of heat and cold. This not only affects the type of buildings, but also reduces the cost of operation, due to the lack of neces­ sity for the expensive heating systems used in Eastern cities during the winter months, and causes the working conditions to be much more desirable and thereby increases the amount of production per capita. Most of the plants are of lumber construction, which can be obtained very cheaply. The furniture may be divided into the following types: Dining Room Bed Room Living Room Kitchen Library Office Store Church Lodge Hall, etc. �14 DELPHIC Each of these types are commonly divided into four grades: 1st. Extra good or highest. 2nd. Good or high. 3rd. Medium. 4th. Cheap or low. Most of the furniture manufactured at present comes under the third or fourth class. Local manufacturers are distributing their products in Washington, Oregon, California, Idaho, Nevada, Utah, Arizona, Montana, Wyoming, Colorado, New Mexico and Texas. As most all the wood entering into the manufacture of furniture ex­ cept veneer finish, mahogany and walnut solids, is grown locally and can be obtained both cheaply and in almost unlimited quantities, Portland possesses a distinctive advantage over other points of the United States as a furniture manufacturing center. C. V. S. ’26. �DELPHIC 15 Dad's Experiment “Say, this house is freezing cold. Has the furnace fire gone out? Where’s Ted? Didn’t he fix it last night?” Harold Cunningham’s teeth chattered as he spoke. His father, who was reading, looked up with a very grave expression and said, “My son, do you realize that thousands of people die every year from the lack of fresh air? When I was a boy my parents did not impress upon me the value of simple living, but I have been studying it lately and have decided to go back to a simple life, From now on, I am going to have a flood of fresh air constantly; the lights must go out at ten o clock and every one must rise at six o’clock, Our food will be the simplest; positively no beverages allowed or fancy desserts. I have made this plain to the rest of the family and I hope you will join in the plan. Harold whistled softly as his father finished speaking, That’s fine, father, if you can tell us how to keep from freezing or starving while you try out your little experiment.” “My experiment!” exclaimed his father. “It isn t my experiment or any one else’s experiment for that matter.” Harold saw that his father was really in earnest, He said no more but secretly resolved that he would not starve for anyone; and as for keeping the temperature of the house near the freezing point,—well, he could stay down town and if his father got him out of bed at six, he would have to pull him out. �16 DELPHIC After Mr. Cunningham had gone to his office the family assembled in the library to voice their feelings. “Mary I told you on your wedding day that you would be sorry you married that man whom you now call husband.” began Mrs. Cunning­ ham’s maiden sister, Lucy. '‘Hush, Lucy,” replied Mrs. Cunningham. “I am quite convinced that Keith’s plan is right and we must all make the best of it.” “Simple life! Doesn’t that beat you? Who wants to live simply in these modern days,” chimed in Harold, "and for my part, I don’t intend to!” “Nor I,” said his sister. Three days later, Harold walked into the library with a gloomy face. “Say, Jane, what are we going to do about that party next week and father with this craze for a simple life?” “I have been thinking a great deal about it lately, and I’m sure I don t know, Harold.” There was a faint sob in her voice. “I ’spose we’ll have to feed them on toothpicks and water. Maybe we can have some gooseberries thrown in for fruit. Inviting, isn’t it? What will the fellows say? And Ruth Goodwin will spread it all over town.” Harold and Jane grew more and more crestfallen as the day for the party approached, Harold more sarcastic and Jane more moody. On the evening before the party, Mrs. Cunningham came into the room. Jane was in tears, and Harold was walking about, kicking every­ thing out of his way. When the mother inquired the reason, Jane sobbed out something which she could not understand and Harold muttered some remark about a simple life. After a little coaxing she found that the children were afraid their father would open all the windows, so that it would be too cold for anything but violent exercise, and turn out the lghts at ten. The menu, James said, was “fierce”. Mrs. Cunningham was perplexed. What could she do? At last she eci ed to speak to her husband about it, but all in vain. The evening for the party came, and the guests arrived. Harold and buthe^ WOrried- Their father had been called out of town on business, was expected home at any time. About ten o’clock, however,' a message came for Mrs. Cunningham. R ran thus: Detained by business. Will be home tomorrow, —Keith.” James felt as though he could give one loud whoop but as he did not dare, he went to the door of the living room and called Jane. tj Get some eats here quick; father can’t come home ’til tomorrow, The next morning Harold came out of the newspaper office with a �DELPHIC 17 smile on his face and when he told Jane of the society column, she laughed outright. “Father will think it is in every paper instead of just his own, and we will fix this simple life plan, because father’s pride is his weakness,” said Harold. That evening Mr. Cunningham came into the library wildly waving a newspaper. His eyes were blazing. “What does this mean?” he demanded turning to Harold. “Do you mean to say you invited guests to the Cunninghams’ home and froze them out and didn’t give them anything to eat but water and fruit?” “It was your orders, father,” interposed James meekly. “Well, you sit right down and invite those people here again next week and we will prove to them that the Cunninghams haven't forgotten how to entertain.” “But what about the simple life?” asked Jane. “No questions,” answered her father gruffly, “this is my affair,” and departed with dignity. “Harold,” cried Jane the moment her father was beyond hearing, “you managed it beautifully, but—Oh! if he should ever find out!” K. M. ’26. Fate Fate—laughing god of mystery— Gave me to you and you to me, Filled my heart with a strange, sweet pain. Then—sent you on your way again; But Fate plays pranks; and sages say— “Capricious as a child at play.” If this be true I’m sure that he Some day will send you back to me. H. G. G. ’27. Chinese Art If art is indeed the highest expression of man’s ideals, we must, in order to appreciate the beauty of art, learn to recognize the source from which it springs. Thus the first step in the study of Chinese painting should be the realization of the fact that in the Far East the arts of hand- �18 DELPHIC writing, painting, and poetry are all closely allied. To the Ch­ it doesn’t matter whether one writes a poem or paints it. 1mese mind Since the origin of Chinese painting is to be found i in the beautiful symbols of the written language, it seems best t0 begin with a history of writing. This great invention is attributed to a man named Ts’ane Chieh. He observed the shapes of things in Heaven, the forms of things on earth, the footprints of the birds and beasts on the sands Thus writing was created in the shapes of characters. These characters were originally cut with a sharp instrument upon tablets of wood or bamboo. It has been said that it was Meng Tien who invented the writing brush. This brush was made with a handle of wood; it was of deer’s tail within, and of rabbit’s fur without. Painting was the result of handwriting. The beautiful characters, originally pictures, are formed with the same swift strokes of the brush as are valued in pictorial art. One must go back two hundred years before Christ for the origin of Chinese painting. In considering Chinese painting, the distinctive attitude which the Oriental assumes towards nature must be taken into consideration. Here lies the secret of the thing. Whereas in Western art, man is given the highest position, he is only secondary to the Chinese. The men of China have ever chosen natural objects—mountains, rivers, and so forth—as messengers between themselves and the deities of heaven and earth. The Chinese artist gets the picture he wishes to paint in his very soul. He rarely paints from the object itself, but always from his 1 ea and recollection of it. This is better shown by the story of the emperor and the artist Wu Tao-tzu. The emperor sent him to portray the beau­ tiful scenery on the Chia-Ling river, and was amazed when the Pain ^ returned empty-handed. “I have it all in my heart, was the reP) Wu Tao-tzu. To appreciate the wonderful symbolism of Chinese P t0 ing, one must consider the subjects that have provided ,insP1^ $ 0f the Chinese artists. First the dragon which rules the spiritua ojnes the world and the tiger which rules the material. The heroes an of history and romance also inspire work of interest and men . ^ A division of Chinese painting, more popular, perhaps, than' ^ fond is that known as "birds and flowers”. The Chinese are Passl * town Even in these days one may see >n of both birds and flowers, in China groups of elderly gentlemen, cages >n hand' sole_m The cages to some point on the city wall where they can air the bird. the rich being used For these much loved birds are very fine, those ror extremely elaborate. of the year Flowers, too, are given much attention. To each season j0tus t° is assigned an appropriate flower, the peony to spring, winter: at summer, the chrysanthemum to autumn, and the prunus Qdna these seasons flower shows are held. When one considers �DELPHIC 19 painting has been looked on as a fine art for over two thousand years, one doesn’t wonder that certain forms have become traditional. Certain birds, beasts, and flowers convey instantly to the Chinese mind certain meanings, poetic or instructive. The Chinese people, in the height of their civilization, were consid­ ered the most intelligent and highly intellectual people that have ever lived, and their rare and wonderful paintings have come down to us through the years as evidence of their remarkable cultural development and plainly shows the characteristics of this unusual civilization. M. A. M. '27. ■j A Conspiracy That Failed The four Arabs, Abdul, Benii, Saba, and Tebjec, were among the workers who had cleared away the debris before the door of King TutAnkh-Amen’s tomb in the Valley of the Kings, and they had considered themselves underpaid—at least Saba had persuaded them that such was the case. While discussing their grievances, they had wandered from the plan of stealing some of the treasures in the tomb—when it was opened—to the more desperate one of stealing the mummy of the King itself. “But where might we conceal it?” asked Abdul, who was the most skeptical of the party. “Foolish one, thinkest thou that the white dogs could recover any­ thing hidden in that waste where we shall hide it?” He pointed to the great desert in the distance. So Abdul’s last objection was overruled, and it was agreed that on the day the tomb was to be opened and when the mummy was to be ready for removal they (the conspirators) would throw a poisonous vapor into the face of the guards. These vapors might easily be thought to come from the tomb, as the Egyptians were known to have purposely put poisonous substances into the coffins of their dead to prevent just what was happening now, the removal of the body of the deceased King. A substitute would be placed in the coffin and then plenty of time would be given for the concealment of the treasure, and then a ransom would be demanded. It was a daring plan, but an Arab stirred to wakefulness stops at nothing. The work at the tomb became more and more intense. A suppressed excitement filled the air; the press hovered around in vain, searching �20 DELPHIC for a story, but the men in charge refused to divulge anything as to when the tomb would be opened or what treasures the vault contained. Evi­ dently a robbery of some sort was feared, as they had formerly been moderately generous with information. The cowardly Abdul began to doubt again when this reached the ears of the conspirators, and after they had discussed the situation thoroughly and Tebjec reported that the tomb was to be opened the next day, he (Abdul) went off on a little mission of his own. The next morning lots were cast as to who should enter the tomb first and overpower the guards. The lot fell to Tebjec. The plan was very well organized. Abdul was to wait with a donkey cart about fifty feet from the tomb and in a direct line with the open desert; Benii was posted at the opening of the tomb, and Saba would carry off the mummy. The actual theft would take place during the afternoon siesta, imme­ diately after the formal opening of the tomb and the disclosure of the mummy of King Tut-Ankh-Amen. The conspirators, after this conference, went their ways well pleased. Even Abdul seemed hopeful and made one or two minor suggestions which were accepted. At two o’clock precisely the long sought body of the glorious Pharaoh was given to the public. At half-past three while the Valley of the Kings was unpeopled except for the guards, Tebjec strolled up unconcernedly to chat with one of the guards he knew ten minutes later the guard had succumbed to the heat of the afternoon sun. Saba entered the vault, but his purpose was delayed, so overawed was e by the sights which met his eyes. Couches of gold, vases, jewels, statues of the King’s attendants in gold, vultures, daggers, garnets, dishes a gold and set with the most dazzling of jewels, It would be impossible to give a coherent picture of that which met the eyes of Saba, it was all so confusingly magnificent, beyond the dream of any humans, But the room where the King’s body lay was the most awe-inspiring, for ^ was as if the dirty soul of the camel driver had come before his judge. Saba approached the coffin and looked down at the face of the ea Pharaoh with its calm air of command, its nobility of brow, then *11S^ traveled down the body, he fingered the beautiful chasing of vu ^ and other royal emblems on the chest of the King, gazed avaricious) the jeweled daggers, at the crown, the greatest masterpiece of the wo ^ Then suddenly as he bent to lift the mummy out of its resting P a , a gun was leveled at him and two guards surrounded him. Saba ut er ,on. shrill cry and before the guards could speak Abdul outside with t e key-cart had gone the way of all traitors. ,, Saba I arrest thee in the name of the all-powerful government, For submitted passively, for he knew that Abdul had been dealt wit • his sudden courage had aroused the suspicion of the other Arabs a ^ had been given the place of mule-tender for that very reason, a guard had been placed over him with instructions. I he ways and means of the Orient are all-powerful. B. P. ’26- A �DELPHIC Wanted: An Inspiration I want to write—I have a longing to create something— But somehow every subject that I may consider seems so trite. To speak of “Night”—Oh Night! that sculptors have carved! Are there not already enough Nights! “Nights and days, and birds and bees, Singing nymphs and tall lone trees. Country roads and city walls, The deep blue seas or the great high falls. A foreign city, an ancient town— A specie of people, white or brown— All of nature, good or bad, all of life that’s gay or sad. These things are trite I say—trite! I’m tired of all these things, 1 long for something new— Where is that which sometimes comes, infrequently to few? Inspiration! That’s the thing that causes works of art, Taking its guise as beauty or hate, or prickings on the heart. Yes—Inspiration I say—Love—Hate—Pain—Sorrow— This is all that that means— To write of Love one must have loved— The same with hate or fear. But I insist!—These things have come, they are already spoken! Our shelves are filled with poets’ works—their new attraction-broken. I want to write, I have a longing to create something— But somehow every subject that 1 may consider seems so trite! But when I come to really think, I guess it’s I that’s wrong, For nature’s charms are multitude, and in each there s a song. I’m just one mortal looking hard for Inspiration’s key But Inspiration’s door is locked, that is, it’s locked to me. M. B. ’26. 21 �22 DELPHIC Heart Trouble I am the poor heart of a pleasure loving girl. Each morning the shock of a screaming telephone makes me jolt and awakens her. If it isn’t Dick, it is Paul or Reg wanting her to play a game of tennis, a few holes of golf or perhaps to go to the river for a swim. She jumps out of the warm bed into a cold shower—the shock of that alone is enough to make me irritable for the rest of the day, but I have learned to endure much more than that. If it’s tennis this time, we dash to the wardrobe, and if for a moment she believes that her new white tennis frock, that she has counted on, is too badly rumpled to wear, I am obliged to sink, 1 rise then with another jolt when she decides to wear the daffodil crepe and we have only enough time left to gulp down a cup of that miserable drug called coffee, and whiz away. A golf morning is much the same unless she forces me to beat faster by foolishly liking her companion better than usual. Oh, but that swim in the river! She thinks that this is a rare sport but as she climbs up the ladder to the very highest diving board—try as she will she cannot make me cease to flutter, and I will sink when she plunges head first into the green water. It’s my privilege and I must! In winter she coasts and skates around on ice and moves so quickly that I scarecly get over one. big thrill when I am made to undergo another, until I am so weak that we must go home and rest for awhile before she does any more. Instead of giving me my muchly needed rest she picks up a disgraceful novel and as she reads the sentimental stuff I am started to pounding madly again while I curse the authors of the trash and pray that some day again it will be the style to whisper soft sounding verses that are soothing to my overworked self. Evening comes and we rush off to a club dance and try as I will I cannot help but stand still as our escort’s car flies past all others and c ose y escapes colliding with them. When there is a rush for her dances, w en ow words are spoken in her ears, when a compliment is given, no,,cT°St^\u ^hen a kiss is cleverIY st°len, I jump, flutter, stop, start, habit of0 ' 611 ^eat V1Ci°USly a§a*n- 1 must. It has now become a bad mine. Of all thinpT- Hmi? ze Wlth me- 1 am sure- Ah! here he is. What? serious1 Hein r n piT ll-S 0n^y a attack of indigestion—nothing serious. Help_I m fluttering again-what’s the use? 8 M. J. ’27. �DELPHIC 23 The Figure in Black Red Eye, the notorious highwayman, was abroad. Peter, the humble wine-taster at the king's court, had learned this as he stopped at the inn to chat that evening. He had learned also that it was a dangerous night to be out, as already several travelers had come into the inn to narrate tales of horror to the people there. When Peter passed out of the town he could not have denied that his knees were shaking, and that there was a curious creeping feeling up and down his spine. Yes, the road was lonely, and he knew there were many excellent places in which to be accosted and robbed along those three miles he must walk. But soon his mind was centered on one thing. What was that noise behind him? Ah, the wind, perhaps. That flash! It was certainly the butt of a pistol. No, he could beathe again, It was the moon shining on a pool of water. But! A form, a human form. A human form wrapped in a black cloak, a dark hat pulled far over the eyes. There it was, dodging through the trees just ahead of him Pausing, rushing on, then pausing again. Stop? He could not. An ambush, probably. He must keep on, for he could, perhaps, dash by this person, doubtless Red Eye, if he was accosted. Oh! Why had he not been armed with more than a dagger. That figure, where was it now? Certainly he must be near the town. Yes, a light, But ever that gliding figure. Almost upon him, pausing, rushing on. It was unbearable. Why did he not jump out on him? At least it would be better than this suspense. Ah! His own house! Then his heart almost stopped beating, for the figure clothed in black had burst open the door of his home, and slammed it behind him. With a gasp, Peter summoned up all his courage, opened the door, and strode in, his hand on the hilt of his knife. There in a corner a boyish figure was crouched. A cry, then- "Father,” sobbed a voice, "I thought you were Red Eye!” J, W. '28. .*»■ The Pup and the Wasp . One sunny morning last spring I was watching my collie pup try to catch grasshoppers. He chased them as they flew through the air, pounced on them when they lit, and promptly gobbled them up. He was not hungry because he was fatter than any puppy needs to be, but it probably was fun to catch the jumpy things, and perhaps they are good,— who knows? Judging from the way he shook his head while he chewed �24 DELPHIC and swallowed them, they kicked around and tickled as they them up went down his throat. He had been playing this way for about fifteen minutes when I heard an angry growl. The pup seemed to be having a hard time with that particular victim. He gave it one bite, then spit it out and whined, look­ ing at it curiously. Again and again he tried to eat it, but always it seemed to burn his tongue. This roused my curiosity so 1 went over to what had been a healthy wasp but was then a him. He was trying to eat very dilapidated specimen, All that day his tongue was so swollen and sore that he could not eat, a fact which he has not forgotten, for he never catches grasshoppers any more. M. E. H Sp. ’26. Personality in the Handshake Have you ever noticed the difference in handshakes? It is very interesting. I do not think they display personality as much as different types of mannerisms, Yet, I suppose that in their turn these disclose personality, so it all amounts to the same thing, although some affecta­ tions are so carefully studied as to completely conceal one’s individuality, or lack of it. Did you ever see two young men of the so-called “collegiate” type approach each other with their right arms forming perfect semi-circles and the fingers of their right hands wide-stretched, and hear them boom heartily, “Pleased to meet you, my name’s Jones”? This type is fairly common, but only once have 1 seen two boys shake hands together this way. It happened last summer, when two of our male acquaintances first met. There they stood, true examples of the “collegian”, trousers Egging exquisitely over highly polished brogues and their arms forming a perfect S . It was ridiculous, and yet such a masterpiece of affected art that I could not laugh. Then there are the people who grasp one’s fingers limply, and coldly murmur some conventional greeting. I am not sure just what type of personality this indicates, but 1 know a word that in my opinion describes t exactly. It is aenemic . This group includes those who slip their ands into yours and immediately withdraw them, without the slighest gg stion of a real handshake. Do you recall having seen men meet on �DELPHIC 25 the street, evidently old friends who haven’t met for some time? And the way they stand, simply pumping each other’s arms while they ask about the wife and kiddies? Worst of all, have you suffered that embarrassing moment when two people are introduced and are not sure whether or not they should shake hands? One timorously extends his hand an inch or so, then hastily withdraws it. By this time, the other has his hand out to meet the first half way, so the latter hurriedly thrusts his hand out again, And so it goes. They usually compromise with a forced and sickly smile. Personally, I always let the other make the first move and make my grasp as much like his as possible. 1 have made mistakes, though, and oh, that sinking feeling when 1 was prepared for a warm, hearty clasp and felt one of those insufferable “fish” handshakes. C. I. ’26. �DELPHIC 26 To the Day Students When Friday comes most girls are glad, Because the week is done. No more English; no more French, No more Latin One. Geometry doesn’t bother them, They leave it until Monday. For the movies change on Saturday, And one doesn’t work on Sunday. That’s not the way to do it! You should let your conscience rule you. Force yourself to study! Don’t let it try to fool you. Keep your eye on the boarders. Watch and see what they do. And whatever you find them doing, Then that’s the thing for you. Now every Friday afternoon, And seldom a Friday is missed. Is posted on the bulletin board, A nice deficiency list. Every time your name is mentioned, It means you study an hour. But that’s the way with this weary world, You must take the sweet with the sour. They say that life is a football game, And we are but the ball. Fate does all the playing, And we do nothing at all. Now that may be all right at times, But it doesn’t work at all in school. You may think you’re fooling your teachers, But tis only yourself, you fool. Fate has nothing to do with it. You alone can play the game. If your grades drop down to nothing, You have only yourself to blame. I hat list is Bm to ten ySS'wtr;^ sTnd. So take the hint and lstudy, And not fear the final- exam. Get your daily lessons. Don t cram at the very end Just take a look uu^ue, And do as they do, my friend For every Saturda^ morning Eve'rv Vr Week ro11* round, tn def,CIent boarder In the study hall can be found. Perhaps they do not like it, But they do it anyway, They^ever1 have* rn T be their choice For “WORK Andfin0m?° of t0 sav.dhoolEASURE''' i( seems, H. L. ’27. �DELPHIC 21 On the Outside A touseled mass of red hair, sunburnt ears, and a tanned and dirty little neck, a sturdy back covered with a mussed and soiled blue shirt, corduroy knickers hanging down at one knee, and socks and shoes that showed the results of valiant slides to first base, were all 1 could see of a small young man perched on a rickety sawhorse, with his eye glued to a knothole in the disgustingly tall and unforgiveable fence surrounding the baseball field. “Gee Crickety, Spike!” he yelled to another youngster standing impatiently by, “y’oughta see that fellow shoot to first—say, he’s beating it to second. Out! Aw what a dumbbell; say, I could do better than that. Oh boy! Mac’s up! If he doesn’t make a homer I’ll be off him for life. Gee, Spike! Just a minute. Aw, be a sport. Atta boy! Hard!” But at that point, “Spike” gave him a violent shove and took his place at the coveted peephole. As the boy spun around, I found myself facing a very freckled face with large, excited eyes, and a small, determined mouth with rather a disgusted expression. His hands were extremely dirty and he wiped them constantly over his too warm face, which made him look as though he had been recently dragged through a mud puddle. At the sight of an audience he began excitedly narrating to me what he had seen of the game, bragging of what he knew of baseball, his playing, contemptuously pointing out the faults of the players. He continued this way for some time when he suddenly realized that “Spike” had had more than his share of watching and shoving him out of the way, with a satisfied grin he promptly forgot everything but the wonderful sight before him. F. L. ’28. .**• Physics Proves Practical College—that goal of every high school girl’s ambition—seemed very far away to Catherine Edwards as she thought of the future while half pondering over an open school book. She was extremely anxious to obtain a university education if possible; but financial circumstances were prohibitive. The Edwards family resided in the small Oregon town of Fairfield, and Mr. Edwards’ income as a traveling salesman was too small to enable him to send his children to college. Nevertheless, Catherine’s parents encouraged her to study diligently, and thus be prepared should opportunity arise. This Saturday afternoon, however, she found it difficult to concentrate upon physics, a subject which she thoroughly detested. Equipped with a cup of water, a bar magnet and a magnetized needle she finally completed an experiment in magnetism, which, though simple, so exhausted her patience that she i �28 DELPHIC , thP textbook down upon the table. The unexpected clatter caused hefyounger sister, Alice, to hurry into the room. •tm* nhvsics is awful!” Catherine cried, glad to have an auditor to whoSe'couid unburden her mind “And if 1 didn't have to study for exams I’d never open the book again. “\Vhv Katy' I have always thought that physics would be inter­ esting- and it is supposed to be practical as well." ‘it’is supposed to be,” commented Catherine ironically, “but it isn’t. What is there practical, for instance, in knowing that if an iron bar is magnetized the molecules are in parallel lines. This animated discussion had not been unnoticed by Mrs. Edwards, who was in an adjoining room, and she advised her daughter to overcome this dislike for the study. But Catherine replied that it was impossible for her to like such a tiresome array of laws and statements, and that she could endure no more science that day. Having thus delivered herself, she thrust the needle in her middy and put away the other articles she had been using. This had hardly been accomplished when Catherine’s chum, Vivian Hall, appeared in the doorway, carrying a basket of lunch. She was eager for her friend to accompany her on a stroll to the woods. To this proposal Catherine was entirely agreeable, and her mother rather reluctantly assented. The girls started with exuberant spirits. As they walked they talked, and their conversation, after touching on many themes, eventually turned to a discussion of a robbery which had occurred in Fairfield the previous night. Old Mr. Hornbeck, a bachelor-miser who lived at the edge of the village, had, like Silas Marner, returned to his cottage to discover that his hoarded gold, amounting to thousands of dollars, was gone. Two men, supposedly tramps, had left tracks near the doorway, and, with the coming of daylight, the sheriff had traced these footprints for several miles along the main highway. There they were lost, and as there were no other clues, a further energetic search for the robbers had proved unavailing. A half-hour’s walk down a grass-grown.. country road brought the girls to the wood, where the cool shade was a welcome relief from the glaring summer sun. Birds warbled joyously in the tree tops, golden sunbeams filtered through the screen of leaves overhead, suffusing the soft carpet of grass and flowers with a mellow hue. Butterflies flitted merrily over t e fragrant blossoms, and the low, incessant hum of insects arose from crfcketaSS> accentuatec* occasionally by the harsh rasping of a woo • Ami? these pleasant surroundings, a small woodland stream came into f *as appropriately named Silver Creek, for the shining water de^ dt lke a ?,lvery ribb°n between tree-clad banks. The two friends ea their luncheon beside this babbling brook. With a gay �DELPHIC 29 smile Catherine quoted: “I come from haunts of coot and hern: I make a sudden sally—” and, with these words she playfully snatched the lunch basket from Vivian. They seated themselves comfortably on the mossy trunk of a fallen tree, and were soon enjoying their dainty meal. Catherine was eating a sandwich when a large, blue-bronze butterfly floated before her eyes. With a gasp of surprise she pointed to the insect: “There’s the very swallow-tail I must have to complete my zoology collection!’’ she ex­ claimed. “Oh! How 1 wish I had brought my butterfly net!” But bounding to her feet and calling to her companion to bring the lunch basket and follow, Catherine doffed her sport hat and commenced the pursuit. The butterfly easily evaded her, and, reaching the bank of the stream, it fluttered over to the other side. The brook was shallow, however, and stepping-stones were numerous; so Catherine crossed and resumed the chase. The gaudy insect was as elusive as a shadow, but after what seemed hours, the girl’s perseverance triumped and the mag­ nificent specimen was captured. Vivian had overtaken her companion, and the breathless girls sank down upon the grass to rest before starting for home. During the chase while concentrating every faculty upon the swallow-tail, they paid little attention to their surroundings. Now they noticed that the sky was as­ suming a leaden aspect. In alarm, Vivian turned to her companion: “Where are we? I have never seen this part of the woods before!” With widening eyes the girls surveyed the ring of great, dark firs surrounding the small glade in which they were seated. Then Catherine began to realize the truth of the situation. “I am afraid we are lost , she said. “I don’t know which way to go, but we’ll have to hurry if we get home before dark.” A low mutter of thunder rolled and resounded in the distance. Turn­ ing their faces heavenwards the girls saw that clouds were overspreading the sky, while the evergreen branches swayed and moaned dismally in a rising breeze. These and other indications plainly heralded the approach of a heavy storm. Noticing that Vivian, two years her junior, was on the verge of tears, Catherine said resolutely, with a brave attempt to stifle a tremor in her own voice: “I think it is my fault that were lost. Mother has often told me not to cross the creek as the woods are wild over here; and I remembered this when I started over, but I didn t intend to go far. I am to blame for this, and I must find the way home. So taking the lead, Catherine attempted to retrace her footsteps, but after a long, weary walk she found herself apparently deeper in the woods and hopelessly bewildered. The sky became darker, and the gloom under the tall timber deepened into the shades of twilight; heavy peals of thunder crashed frequently and vivid lightning darted over the heavens. Suddenly Vivian burst into �30 DELPHIC tears. Catherine then spoke as encouragingly as possible Let’s tr\ another way,” she suggested, “and perhaps it will be the right one. „„ n 1 After hurrying on for some distance in a different directio n.' the girls found themselves on the edge of a clearing. They stood m a grown path which led through a straggling apple orchard of half-dead trees which stretched ghostly, moss-covered branches towards the sky. Old orchards such as this are sometimes found near abandoned dwellings in the Oregon woods; and. as a spring bubbled near, the girls looked through the trees expecting to see a building; sure enough, the pathway ended at the porch of an ancient house. Grass and bushes grew profusely around it; and the sunken porch, broken windows, and sagging roof lent an air of uncanniness to the dismal structure, Near the house were the bare rafters of an unfinished barn. And, completing this desolate picture, the clearing of several acres was entirely bordered by a tall, black fringe of firs. Recalling photographs they had seen of the house and halfbuilt barn, the girls realized with a start that this must be the place where, years before, a man had hanged himself from those very rafters. Indeed, since then, the buildings which they had never expected to see under such circumstances, were reputed to be haunted. The roar of the fast approaching storm added to their apprehension as with quickening heart beats they stood undecidedly gazing at the disquieting scene. Suddenly both girls whirled in mortal terror. A great crash burst from the underbrush nearby, and a black bear lumbered across the trail, startingly close. “Any port in a storm” was the mutual thought of the girls as they turned from the forest and hurried toward the house, pre­ ferring its uninviting shelter to the perils of the dark wood. Before they arrived the rain was falling in torrents. Too frightened to open the mouldering door, they found shelter behind a large box at one end of the porch. While leaning against it, watching the driving storm, they were startled by a succession of low, mysterious sounds coming from within the house. Instantly their thoughts turned to the ghost stories they had heard concerning the place. The noises continued intermittently for several seconds and then the door opening on the long porch swung on creaking hinges. Peering through cracks in the box, the terrified girls saw a roughly clad man appear in the semi-darkness of the doorway. He stood there gazing into the stormy night, and after a seemingly end­ less time, turned and re-entered the house. f Glancing at Vivian, Catherine saw that her friend was in a stupor o fear, and too terror-strickent to speak or move. With a sudden sense o her responsibility, Catherine realized that, being the older girl, she mus remain calm and summon all her courage. So with the utmost caution. she crawled to a window and looked through. She watched the man enter an inner room. The dim rays of a smoky lantern on a table re­ vealed the rough, hard features of another man, a bearded giant o fellow, bending over something that glistened. Catherine’s staring e> �DELPHIC 31 caught the yellow glint of gold. The man was fingering over and ap­ parently counting a heap of shining coins! Then in a low whisper she acquainted her companion with this startling discovery. They agreed that the men inside were undoubtedly the thieves, and knew that not an instant was to be lost in escaping from the place before their presence became known. They slipped quietly from the porch and fled across the clearing, not daring to pause until they were again in the dense shadows of the now friendly wood. By this time the storm had abated, and a full moon was peeping timidly through rifts in the clouds. It diffused enough light to enable them to find their way home had they known the right direction. Cath­ erine had heard that the old haunted house was located directly south of town; home, therefore, must be north of the spot where they now stood. “What would 1 not give for a compass to show us the way!” thought the girl, “As it is, I fear there is no choice but to spend the night in the forest. At the thought she despairingly clutched the breast of her blouse. A sharp exclamation of pain followed the movement. And, in the next instant, the girl gave another cry, smothered, but hopeful, as a sudden idea, inspired by the prick of the forgotten needle, flashed through her brain. From the lunch basket which Vivian still carried, Catherine took a cup and filled it at the spring near the edge of the clearing. She se­ lected a level spot and placed the cup in a moonlit area, unshadowed by timber. Taking the needle in her fingers she laid it carefully on the surface of the water, where it floated lightly, supported by the surface tension of the fluid. Attracted by the north magnetic pole of the earth, the tiny bit of steel swung slowly around, and at last became stationary, with its magnetized tip pointing northward,-—indicating the homeward way to the thankful girls. After going in the right direction for a quarter of a mile they entered an open glade, where, upon seeing a pool of water shimmering in the moonlight, they decided to correct their course. The carefully treasured needle and the cup were produced, and the former experiment was repeated. Continuing northward they came at length to an old road which fortunately led directly toward home. As the returning wanderers rounded a bend in the road the lights of an automobile flashed through the trees ahead. The girls tried to conceal themselves in the bushes, for they did not know who might be driving a car on this lonely road. But they were discovered! The machine came to a halt nearby, and above the pounding of the engine a gruff voice commanded: “Hands up, or I’ll shoot!” They obeyed, as a beam from a flashlight was turned upon them. The next instant a cheery voice boomed out, “Well, well, if here aren’t �32 DELPHIC the lost babes in the woods!” The man stepped from the car as he spoke, and the girls recognized their friend, the county sheriff. “1 must have given you girls quite a scare,” he said. “When I first saw you I thought you might be the thieves I’ve been searching for all day—the ones who got old Hornbeck’s money. Your folks got word to me before dark that you were lost, and since then I’ve been trying to kill two birds with one stone—hunt robbers and keep a lookout for you at the same time. Well, we’ll turn back towards town now and forget about those fellows for tonight.” “No! No!” cried the girls in unison, to the great surprise of the sheriff; and then they proceeded to tell their story, punctuating it pro­ fusely with gasps for breath, as they were tired and excited. The sheriff, who was accompanied by two deputies, determined to attempt the capture of the outlaws at once, before they should change their place of rendezvous. One deputy and the girls remained at the car, while the sheriff and the other officer pushed on in the direction of the old house. An hour later they returned with all of the gold and the two hand­ cuffed outlaws. The ruffians stared in sullen amazement when the sheriff pointed to the girls and remarked casually: “These are the young ladies who discovered your hiding place.” Within another half-hour, the auto, with its strangely assorted load, turned into the main street of Fairfield. The girls were soon safely at home and the desperadoes were landed in jail. The news of the affair spread quickly, as news will in a small town; and while Catherine, tired but happy, was relating her adventures to the family, there was a knock at the door and Mr. Hornbeck entered. He was a quiet little old man, who, for many years, had held aloof from his neighbors, and had seldom spoken more than a few half-mumbled words to anyone. An almost unbelievable change had come over him. Grati­ tude for the recovery of his money had thawed his icy reserve until he radiated good will. He thanked Catherine warmly for the part she had » PlaYed in the return of his gold—a leading role, in his opinion, for he was sure that the thieves would have eluded the sheriff and made their escape but for her timely discovery. Then he expressed the desire to reward her in some fitting way, and made this surprising suggestion. t ^°U *° ta^e a c°Hege course at my expense?” Oh. I would dearly love to!” cried Catherine. “But I don’t deserve such a wonderful reward.” fr»r^r Hornbeck, however, was determined to use a part of his money rest ,purposJr> as he would have plenty left to support him for the for an pnt'dayS* S° When he deParted he left a sum sufficient to provide Befnr,lretCOUrs® at one of the leading universities. which betnlTlnfg’ Cathenne surprised her family with an announcement physics "I h6 3 c°mP*ete reversal of her former hostile attitude t0'v‘l pnysics. I have changed my mjnd science;, she gajd “A little �DELPHIC 33 zs&zrs iuasnsf& rsus course at college—physics is so practical!” M. M. ’26. .«»■ • Jhe?e baIIads were written in twenty minutes as a part of class work in English 111: THE NAUGHTY KITTENS A big grey cat sat on a fence, Beside her sat the kittens; Their little paws were always white Because they all wore mittens. Their faces dirty always were Until their mother said: If you can’t keep your faces clean. You all will go to bed. And so the kittens three and four All had to go to bed; But instead of sleeping as they should, They all sat up and read. G. B. ’27. There lived a maid in Arthur’s reign, So sweet and fair was she The knights from all the country round Her beauty came to see. A peasant hard by her did dwell And land was forced to till. He lacked the lineage of the knights But hoped to win her still. And when her hand the maiden gave, ’Twas not to courtiers bold, But to the one who tilled the soil For love meant more than gold. S. M. ’27. .**■ An Opinion of Art Hundreds of years ago, a figure, shaggy and unkept, labored over a piece of stone, leaving as a forerunner of the beautiful paintings which now hang in sacred museums, a crude scratching of a beast. He had no conception of beauty, his work symbolized the essentials of his life, ani­ mals and trees, an occasional rough figure, and he lived in a world more �34 DELPHIC beautiful than any artist could place on canvas, or any writer could type on paper. To the world, art came with civilization, while the beauty of art has prevailed from the beginning of time. To a ragged urchin staring wide-eyed at the chalk marks which a tolerant policeman scratches on an uneven wall, the lines are a master­ piece, and placed beside a priceless canvas would leave the painting unnoticed. A great many people are not interested in anything but the pursuit of wealth, would term art as anything encased in a frame, or after seeing the works of masters, come away criticizing them as “boring daubs.” Art is not for such people, and though they do not think they are losing anything, half of the beauty in their lives is thrown away, for self. While those who have never had the opportunities of seeing a gallery or exquisite paintings, appreciate the beauty of a tiny square gay with screaming children and drifts of colored leaves; the spring seen flicker­ ing in a narrow alley and a small strip of grass budding with crocuses. So art is unlimited, It is more than a sketch, a portrait, an oil painting, or a statue. There is a haughty mountain mirrored in a lake, a wind swept cliff overhanging an angry ocean, a giant oak glorying in her autumn plumage, where a poet could dream, where an artist might seek inspiration, and anyone searching for art and beauty would find them. Art and beauty are closely connected; without beauty there would not be art. Beauty is an essential in life, and if one wishes to find it, no matter who he is, or what, he will find it. S. M. ’27. .**• Conclusions 1. The Past was Present, and the Present was Future, therefore the Future is Past. 2, The Present is the realization of a near Future—there is that tv,e1Cp IS 3 <^’stanIt future) but it is quickly overcome by the swiftness of “F,t,,‘!”e(n\,anS thlS Swift "Present” wrathfully turns the overcome Future to the Past. Future is an eternal family, as it were. famMv pnHSen'-iS u6 eternal “fickle member” which has left the Future am V into P, l mured 3nd Jealousy turns aI> members of the Future family into Past, which is dead, or Death. Future that4.evist am, and Pastv are~ 0nty 0nes of the three “states of being S^srthatfabVlhTFiS SmSTSTJ Present^so^cplick 1 y becomes �DELPHIC 35 But the Future eventually turns to Present; therefore, the Present is merely a part of the Future which drifts into Past. If such is the case, are we living in the Past or the Future? Or are we standing in that part of the Future which is Present, the link, as it were, to the Past? That must be it; we are living in the portion of the Future which is Present, standing against the tide which would push us into the Past with the Present that must become Past—only Death can push us into the Past. M. B. ’26. <» People Who Receive Advice People who receive advice, often asked for, and still more often unasked for, seldom thank those who give it. Therefore, it would seem but natural if the “wise counsellors” of this world were to disappear gradually. Yet there are those who have a mania for saying at every crisis, “If I were you I wouldn’t,” or “If I were you I would”. The ques­ tion arises as to whether you would look well with bobbed hair. You immediately obtain advice, “Oh, if I were you I wouldn’t do it. If you want my honest opinion, you’ll look terrible.” A feeling arises within you impulsively that your friend “has her nerve” and the next day you have your hair bobbed, just because you were told you would look “terrible”. You want an opinion on a certain book. “Oh, don’t read it; it’s perfectly ghastly!” So you read it and find it very interesting. The worst species of “If I were you’s” is the brand that imagine themselves kind missionaries, to correct with kindly advice the faults of us lesser mortals and to guide us into the path of the virtuous. Miss Spratt calls on you. She feels it her absolute duty to warn you that a certain young man has been known to play poker, “and if I were you I wouldn’t have a thing to do with him, my dear.” Now you had probably consid­ ered the “certain young man” a dreadful bore, but the fact that you were warned against him makes you decide that maybe after all he wasn’t so bad, and you’ll give him a date for Tuesday night. The weather gets colder. Mother or Aunty, says, “I hope, my dear, hat you weren’t thinking of going without your coat today. It’s beastly cold. You were on the verge of putting your coat on, but the idea that you were told to causes an argument to ensue concerning the temperature. You take your bosom friend with you, when buying a new hat. After much trying on” the choice narrows down to two. “Which one do you u,„eAbest> th® bIue or ^e other one?” “Oh, if I were you, I’d take the ue one. Honey-dew spots so easily, and it isn’t half so serviceable.” h^Tfy°U re nght- Sti11 1 don’t know-” You take the blue hat, and ate it forever after because it is so serviceable; or you take the honey- �36 DELPHIC dew and it spots; and you decide that your friend was right, but—. There is always a “but5’; it can’t be helped so long as advice is offered and accepted. Perhaps the person, who resents the advice he seeks, most greatly, is the man who asks his wife her opinion of his necktie or any other purchase made with distinctly masculine taste. ‘ How do you like my tie, dear? Pretty sporty, eh?’’ “I was just wondering who wished that danger signal on you”. “What’s the matter with it? Nice colors, green and red, as far as I can see. “Yes, they’re very pretty at Christmas time, but—’’ “Go on. Say it. I know what you’re thinking. “Well, you asked me what 1 thought, and 1 told you. I knew what would happen.” “And so on far, far into the night.” Mrs. Smith considers it her duty to inform Johnny’s mother that every time Johnny has a nickel for a pencil, he spends it for an ice cream cone, “And if I were you, I’d give him a good spanking. Of course, if 1 weren’t a friend of yours, 1 wouldn’t say this; but 1 know you’ll understand.” Johnny’s sin is immediately dismissed. Mrs. Smith is considered a “busy body,” “and if 1 were that woman, I’d watch my own children. The stories they tell are frightful.” All these kinds of “If 1 were you’s” are harmless, although often annoying; but there is another branch which is really a menace to the public. How many people spurning advice have come to grief, and how many people, taking advice, who might have, if guided by their better judgment, done the right thing? We understand there is no giving and taking in marriage in the next world, and perhaps there is no giving and taking advice. B. P. ’26. -♦» ^ * Our Visit to the Fox Farm When school was out and the warm summer weather had begun, we went to one of our fox farms for a few weeks’ visit. We started about five o clock one morning when everything was quiet and no one was on the streets. It took us about twenty-four hours to get to the fox island. But we surely had some dreadful frights during those hours, which seemed exceedingly long. One thing was that Judy, our dog, fell in the bay three times. Another was the unpleasant rocking of the boat. When we arrived at Emmonds Island there were friends there to greet us. We ate and visited with them that day. The next day we started to explore. As soon as Judy saw the little foxes, she began chasing them. Of course this would never do, so Miss Judy had to live on the boat for the remainder of her visit. �DELPHIC 37 During our visit we saw an eagle and one of the men shot it. Now there were plenty of eagles around there so it did not arouse our sym­ pathy when one was killed. The foxes had been disappearing and the eagles were suspected of eating them. We went ashore to take a good look at it and thought it would be an easy matter to lift it. Both Esther and 1 tried, but that was the best we could do, for it was impossible for us to move that heavy bird. Finally the men dragged it into the water. One day when mother and we were tired of having nothing of special interest to do, we decided to take a hike into the woods, and follow deer paths for hours and hours. At last we discovered that we had lost our way but walked on. because on an island you are bound to reach the shore if you keep on going. During our hike we came to a lagoon. It was most interesting. On the lake was a flock of ducks, a mother and her eight babies. The banks were covered with little baby frogs; the largest was only about one-half inch long. We took some home with us but they didn’t live long. We found many curios before reaching the shore and home. We went swimming in the cold ocean, went picnicking and picked berries, but our interest in these things wore off in time and we were ready to sail for home in a couple of weeks. E. K. '28. .**■ Japan Japan, the most beautiful country of the East; the sunken gardens arrayed with beautiful cherry trees; the sun casting a golden light on their pink blossoms; gorgeous flowers in pastel colors bobbing their heads around in the cool breeze wafted from the sea; the purple wisteria winding around a carved pagoda; ponds with yellow and white lilies floating around in their still waters; lovely women clothed in robes of satin brocaded with gold and silver, walking leisurely up and down the paths; and as a background for this beautiful scene, towering Mount Fujiyama with its caps of snow. Down the street you walk, finding places where the earthquake of a few years ago left its traces. Far above the buildings fly the gay flags with Dragons painted on them. Blue-clad men carrying packs on their backs and on their shoulders; the gaily dressed children playing in the streets; people stopping at the stalls along the street. Farmers, conspic­ uously dressed, with huge round hats on their heads, have come with their products to the city, their feet muddy from the flooded fields where they were planting rice. This beautiful land of gay colors is Japan, which I long to see. K. J. ’28. �38 DELPHIC Portland and London If one has entered the city of London by way of a trip from the sea up the Thames, and likewise after a singular trip up the Columbia and Willamette rivers, has come to Portland, one would immediately recog­ nize how singularly alike the approaches to the cities are; for with the older city one would find many evidences of age and permanency. Port­ land, on" the other hand, has no such general indication of this state; for, being a city in the making, there is much that is temporary, while London is particularly rich in historic buildings which have touches of antiquity and tradition. Surrounded by a rugged line of mountain scenery, Portland is found uniquely situated in a country of attractive beauty, while London, on the other hand hemmed in by congested areas of artisans’ homes, tenement houses, factories, and manufactories, is surrounded by pastoral scenes and romantic hamlets. M. S. ’27. .*»• The Monotony of Being Good The title sounds as though “being good” was a bore and I shouldn’t be surprised if that opinion had a good many adherents, so 1 shall take the opposite side, not so much with the desire to be different, but because my sentiments lean that way. First, we must have a thorough understanding as to what “being good” signifies. Probably few have ever bothered to investigate Webster’s version. If you had, you would have been surprised to see the many meanings it has. The word was originally “good”, meaning “fitting” or akin ; but our translation is “highly commendable, admirable, well be­ haved, decorous, socially in good repute”. “A good name is better than piecious ointment came from the lips or pen of some great reformer. Perhaps a modern translation would be “a good rep is as precious as rare, and in certain places it is becoming extinct. I am not urging a social renaissance or anything similar, but in these terribly modern times, to use the vernacular, it is a “kick” to be good, because you are sure to be original, In fact it is not monotonous; it is a source of constant pleasure. To quote another unknown, but conscientious writer, “Virtue is its own reward . It is that It brings you self-respect and if you respect yourprobably ,lke yourself. If you like yourself, you have one bu™onvincingSaneast y ‘° ^ y°U *" adversity' Rather roundab0Ut' behaved 'l!'0 WarJtS tc! be ^’ghly commendable, admirable, decorous, well behaved, etc., unless it gets him something? Perhaps that is being mer- �DELPHIC 39 cenary, but even though it isn’t monotonous, I didn’t say it wasn’t hard work to keep not only within the boundaries of convention, but a long way from the edge. We are dealing with extremes, you know. When you refuse to do something which would be indecorous, don’t consider yourself a martyr. That would “indeed” be monotonous. Don’t think you are suffering in order to perfect civilization. Don’t say resign­ edly that you will get your reward outside of this fickle world. Just say, “Susie, you are good, and I certainly like your style.” A. H. ’26. .*#- On a High Sea I had been lying in my berth all day, trying to be a good sailor. As yet, I was unsuccessful, but the good stewardess was hopeful, and insisted on poking her head in the door regularly every half hour to see that I was comfortable, which I was not, and to tell me that chicken broth, fresh fruit of any kind, a cup of tea, or even a glass of scalded milk would cure my ills in no time. At five o’clock when she appeared, 1 asked her weakly if the sea wasn’t pretty rough this afternoon. “Bless you heart, no,’ she replied. “Why, I’ve seen some storms in my day, such as you can’t imagine. The waves rollin’ clean over the ship, and me not one bit seasick,” and with this cheerful admonition, she went bustling out. Evidently I fell asleep, for it was dark when I awoke to find myself being rolled uncomfortably about in my berth. Through the portholes I could see the dim outline of the water line rising and falling, with many splashes of white spray, and outside I could hear the running back and forth of many feet. Soon the stewardess had burst into the room, bring­ ing with her a good dash of salt water. She sat down panting by the bed, and commenced talking so fast that I was forced to make her stop and begin again. Yes, she said the sea was rough. A gale had sprung up and was blowing so violently that the waves were constantly breaking over the deck. After a detailed description of conditions outside, she left, letting in another dash of spray. The waves grew stronger, and as each came pounding onto the deck, it seemed that the ship must surely sink or capsize under the force of the water. I sat up for a long time, holding my breath at the awfulness of the sound, but at last I went off to sleep. The next morning my friend the stewardess hustled into the room. “For, Miss,” she exclaimed, “that was the roughest sea I ever did see. Two lifeboats and everything loose carried overboard. “Yes,” I agreed, “it was rough. But could I have some chicken broth, some fresh fruit, a cup of tea, or even a glass of scalded milk? J. W. ’28. �40 DELPHIC The Cat Man Study hour was over and as everybody had had a full day and was nfyss»d.=r -T««-* one°roome 1Se%TdntotUthSk Su^abouSis, although^ had noticed how queerly the girls had acted earlier in the evening. Five minutes before the last bell all the girls dashed to their rooms the long way wound instead of taking the shorter way through the hall as they had been accustomed to doing. Later— after the lights were out _Miss Knight came around to the different dormitories to see if everybody was all right, She noticed that all the windows were closed and bolted. In one of the rooms, she went to the window and started to open it; but as she did so she heard an exclamation of horror from the bed and was begged to leave it closed. She was very much surprised, and de­ manding to know the reason was informed that it was too cold with it open Miss Knight, doubting the truth of this statement, determined to investigate further into the matter. At various intervals during the night, she walked through the dormi­ tories to see if she could solve the mystery. Every time she went by a bed she heard a shudder and a gasp—but she could discover nothing further as to the cause. The next night at more frequent intervals the same performance followed “lights out’’. Until 12:30 nothing happened, but the next time Miss Knight passed through the “dorms” she found two beds empty, and in the next room she found three girls huddled together in one corner. At the window was the form of a man with a mask on, who was all crouched up in a cramped position—and clawing at the window with large bony claws, and at frequent intervals giving dreadful hisses and hair-raising screams. At the sudden unexpected appearance of Miss Knight the girls went into a frenzy and gave one shrill, terrifying scream. At this scream and the sudden appearance of the newcomer, the “catman” disappeared. Miss Knight, rushing to the window, discovered a crowd of boys run­ ning across the campus. It was the next day that the girls remembered that only three days ago the boys had told them of an escaped maniac in the neighborhood. M. A. M. ’28. Friend Blackboard If I were to choose that in the school which could bring me the great­ est number of associated memories, I would, without doubt, immediately choose the front blackboard in upper study hall. That blackboard has suffered and laughed with the students for years. It gives us warning, it tells us news, it advertises our lost, and �DELPHIC 41 cries with joy over our found. If anyone wants something known, the blackboard’s the thing to impart the news to—the school herald! Class meetings, a holiday notice, date for a dance, a place for a picnic, a call for money, dues, books, a Student Council meeting_ Boarders! Day girls! interest one or the other. There is always something on the board to Again I say, with due apologies to Shakespeare, the blackboard’s the thing. Long may it live! M. B. ’26. .**■ Going to Sleep Lights out: Little red specks everywhere . . . little green specks now —turning into tree trunks . . . tree trunks into yellow blocks . . . blocks into birds . . . birds fade but make sweet chirps . . . not chirps_it’s croaks . . . why do chirps turn into croaks. Birds must have been frogs . . . yellow frogs . . . ah! no—green birds. How odd to forget! Must sleep . . . must lie still . . . count sheep . . . How can one count sheep when there are no sheep to count? “Pick up your feet, don’t scuff.” Who said that? Lincoln—or Shakespeare . . . likelv ... it doesn’t matter : • • ^t where would one walk? To follow the Pied Piper? What an idea. When one got tired he could lie down and sleep . . . but the music would awaken one . . . it’s so hard, anyway . . . and then the bed might not go through the door ... of the cave, you know. Oh, well . . . Why did she ask for flowers for the table? It wouldn’t be flowers . . . no . . . not flowers . . . Carrots? . . . Carrots . . for . . M. J. '27. .**• A Nightmare Help! The squirrel is chasing me—that bee is going to sting Johnnie! Ouch—it stung me instead. I’m riding in a Rollys-Royce over Mount Hood—it’s too slippery. Its so hot in South America, and tarantulas kill, if they bite Wish I could wake up. I m swimming in the Gulf of Mexico. There are sharks here. Watch 0ut- That fellow just missed taking a bite out of my leg. Hope I can remember this to tell in the morning. That Geometry !gure isn’t right—there’s no such thing as a four sided triangle. The earths stopped revolving—I’m slipping off—I’m frightened—oh! What a bump. My I’m glad I’m awake. That was an awful dream. M. B. A. ’26 . �DELPHIC 42 VX S3 Y* ! Billy's Dream Billy was a little boy about six years old, and he just would not mind his mother. So one day Billy was a bad boy and ran away with another little boy about seven years old, whose name was Jimmy. Now this little boy was a very bad little boy, too, and he would not mind his mother either. So Billy and Jimmy went on their journey. They came to Mr. Hall’s property and stole apples. Now what do you think of that, green ones, too! So that night when Billy was all snug in bed, that night he had a dream. He ran away from home and came to a strange house in the woods. He saw there a man to guard the gate. Billy walked up very carefully to the man and said, “Would you mind telling me whose house this is?” “The house of good boys,” said the guard. “May I go in?” asked Billy. “No!” said the man in a gruff voice that made Billy stand back with fright. “No! Have you been a good boy?” “Well, no,” said Billy very slowly. “We are doing this for the benefit of those who are good,” said the guard. By this time Billy had a pain. Are you loyal to your nation?” Billy could not answer. He woke up. Mother! Mother!’ he cried. “Come! Come! I will never be bad again.” And ever after that Billy was a good boy. Frances Sandvall. Lower V. �DELPHIC 43 The Haunted Castle I went to the haunted castle one day, With a few little children to play. The spooks came out, and ran about And we were very much in doubt, For we had come to play. Inside we went and saw a bent, A bent and humped old figure, Than Mary Ann 'twas not one-half inch bigger. We’d come inside but not to hide, As we then planned to do, And I’m sure you would too. We opened the door of a closet dark, And in there we did park. We saw a passage to the right And ran right through into the night. We found that we were in the park, Though it was rather dark, Our home was just around the bend And we told the story from end to end. Peter Owen. Lower V. .**■ Why I Want to Grow Up The reason I want to grow up is because I want to be able to talk freely and be able to choose my own business, so that I can earn my own living in the world. I want to work hard and save up a lot of money and then give half of it or maybe more than half to the poor, and keep the rest for myself but not for my husband! Because I won’t have any. I want to live all by myself when I’m an old lady but when I m young I want to live with another lady the same age as myself. I want to live in a nice neat little bungalow. I don’t want to have a maid or a butler or any kind of a servant. I want to do all my own work and I want my partner to do all hers. Saville Riley. Lower VI. .**- Jerry There was a flash of lightning. I fell? hit my head on the railing and the next thing I knew I was alone in the ocean on a raft. My head was aching terribly. I could not see anything on the raft but a box and something that looked like a big bundle. I was curious to know what it was. I started to get up but I fell back. There was nothing to do ; �44 DELPHIC but look at the bundle, Pretty soon I saw the bundle move. I felt suddenly alarmed and wished I was with my mother. After a while a nose protruded between the covers. And then a pair of sharp bright eyes. Then came a dog. Yes! a dog which I had seen on the steamer a day before, He came over to me and licked my hand. He was hungry and I was too. 1 was feeling better so I got up and opened the box and found some bread and cooked meat and also some water. I ate some bread and a little bit of meat and drank some water. I gave the dog some meat and water. A week later no ship had come in sight. We were out of food and as there was nothing else to do 1 went to sleep. While I was asleep, Jerry, which was the dog’s name, saw a ship. He took my dress, which I had taken off, in his teeth and jumped up and down so that the captain seeing it, steered the ship over to the raft. When I woke up my mother was kissing me. Jerry had saved my life. -—Roberta Smith. Lower VI. .*»• Bees, Fleas, Cheese, and Breeze Bees, Fleas, Cheese, and Breeze, All went out for a frolic in the trees. Bees got too close to Breeze and was tempted to sneeze. And what do you think did Fleas? Why he ran off on one of his (usual) sprees. And still there is Breeze and also Cheese. Well, I’ll tell you now about Cheese He was eaten by Hercules. And Breeze was left alone at his ease Dancing and prancing among the trees. —Peter Owen. Lower V. .**■ Antony and Cleopatra After the battle of Philippi, Antony went into Asia to settle the affairs of the provinces there. He asked Cleopatra, the beautiful queen ot Egypt, to meet him there to tell him why she had given aid to the liberators, She went, relying on the power of her charms to cool his wrath. . ascended the Cydnus in a gilded barge, with cars of silver an sai s o purple, beneath awnings of the richest manufactures it was possible to make. The beautiful queen was attired as Venus. She lay among lovely maidens dressed to represent cupids and nereids. Antony was charmed, as had been Caesar before him, by the dazzling splendor of e erpent o the Nile . Enslaved by her enchantments and in the �DELPHIC 45 pleasure of her company, he forgot all else—ambition, honor, and country. Days and nights were spent in feasting, dancing, and boating. It is said that the queen at the end of a banquet, in order to win a wager that she could consume something of fabulous worth, dissolved a costly pearl in a glass of vinegar and carelessly swallowed it. On their fishing trips, the queen had divers fasten huge fish to the hook of her lover. Once Antony broke away from his enslavement to lead his army away from the foe. He lost the battle, and discouraged and wounded he set up his camp in Memphis. The false queen sent him word that she was dead and Antony stabbed himself. He asked to be taken to her, and he expired in her arms. A year later, Cleopatra was found dead in her room. It was thought that she held a poison asp to her arm, but nobody knows how she really died. Agnes Gordon. Lower VI �46 DELPHIC -I clLd -dU ii September 9 The opening day of school! A most thrilling day, but marred by a bit of sadness, for we have left summer behind. We have several new teachers and more class rooms, because the primary school has been moved across the street. We also have more girls to use the added class rooms, so everyone is well pleased. September 29 All of the boarders went to a benefit concert, given by the Alumnae and Trustees of the Hall. We enjoyed the entertainment very much, and also did not mind missing evening study hall a bit. October 31 The old-girl-new-girl party. This is an annual event, and this year it was “bigger and better” than ever. The new girls caught the spirit of the affair and stood the initiations very well. October 31 -November 7 The Horse Show—A great many of the boarders went, and were so impressed that they talked about horses for at least a week, which got them safely over Hallowe’en without doing much mis­ chief, besides mixing each other’s drawers and making “apple-pie beds. November 6 Mr. Barde came to the school to explain the motive for keeping Old Ironsides . He talked so well, that when he was finished we were ready to rush out and give our month’s allowance to save the old frigate “Constitution”. �DELPHIC 47 November 7 Some of the boarders went to the Symphony Orchestra concert The program was very interesting and the director wonderful. November 10 The end of the quarter, marks are being averaged, and everyone feels rather shaky, to say the least. It hardly seems possible that we have been in school almost nine weeks. November 11 Armistice Day. We had our usual service. The Bishop gave an address and planted the Bishop’s and Trustees’ trees. Then the Alumnae tree was planted, and each class tree as well, in memory of our brave soldiers. After the service everyone came into the school. The parents and teachers were served with coffee and cakes., and the girls had cocoa and cake. November 13 Today Catherine Van Schuyver received a check of $50 for the first prize in the Oregon Products Essay Contest. Margaret Mc­ Call won the second prize of $30. The third prize for the grammar school essay was won by Marion Denton. The whole school is proud of its efforts, for seven of the seventeen essays that were considered for prizes came from the Hall. November 14 The boarders gave a dance. It was reallv a great success, and everyone had a wonderful time. There were about thirty couples there, and we had a prize dance that was very interesting. We “feasted royally” on ice cream and cookies, as well as delicious home-made punch. November 16 The students of St. Helen’s Hall enjoyed a very interesting talk given by Mrs. Sharp, an old Hall graduate, for the benefit of the Community Chest. After seeing the two darling children she brought with her from the Albertina Kerr Nursery we were all the more willing to give our money that these babies might be taken better care of. November 17 Kalendar has recorded this quarter faithfully, and next quarter is not to be thought of at present. But Thanksgiving Vacation will be here in a week, and Christmas three weeks later. How could we leave that out? We wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year—and most of all Good Luck.” �DELPHIC 48 Siifertain nenf A Musicale was given for the ‘ benefit campaign” of St. Helen’s Hall, under the direction of Jocelyn Foulkes, at the Woman’s Club Building, on September 29. Jane O’Reilly, violinist, Anne O’Reilly, cellist, and Carl Denton, pianist, presented a group of trios with precision and fluency. The warmth and brilliancy of Pauline Miller Chapman’s voice were displayed in songs by Rogers, Mignon and Gounod. The Dudley Buck Quartet, Walter Rose, C. W. F. Martin, Charles Savage and Leroy Carry, with Gertrude Van Horne at the piano, achieved unusual effects in phrasing, diction and tone. Katherine Laidlaw’s dancing evoked much applause. Her accompanist was Dorris Clark, and Mrs. Chapman was accompanied by Mrs. Haskell Ferrin. PROGRAM 1. Trios: Cesar Cui a. Far Niente .............. .... Liebe b. Serenade.................. Roz c. Extase de l’Amour. . 2. Dance: Bizet Minuet de l’Arlesienne Katherine Laidlaw Accompanist, Dorris Clark 3. Vocal Quartets: a. To the Hunt, to the Field......................... Dudley Buck b. Songs My Mother Taught Me................ . . . . . Dvorak Dudley Buck Quartet Walter Rose, C. W. F. Martin, Charles Savage and Leroy Carey Accompanist, Gertrude Van Horne �DELPHIC 49 4. Vocal Solos: a. Dear, When I Gaze . Rogers b. Recompense ....... M ignon c. It Is Not Always May Gounod Pauline Miller Chapman Accompanist, Mrs. Haskell Ferrin 5. Dance: Mari, Mari Neapolitan Folk Song Katherine Laidlaw A short talk on “The Development of the Symphony” was given by Miss Jocelyn Foulkes, one of the music instructors at the Hall. The girls found this subject very interesting as they are all interested in music and in the rapid progress the Portland Symphony Orchestra has made in the past few years. Several girls have season tickets for the coming per­ formances. The Old Girl-New Girl Party The Old Girl-New Girl Party! What a lark this always means, yet for the new girls and particularly for the freshmen, it is sometimes some­ what of an ordeal, for it is also their time of initiation. As the custom has been for a number of years, the dance was a masquerade. Such a queer lot of characters came that one had to stop and think whether one were living in the time of the Arabian Nights Tales, in a roaming Nomad tribe, or down south on a darky plantation. Prizes for the best and most original costumes were awarded to Felix, the Cat (Geraldine Kerby) to Raggedy Andy (Maria Wilson), and to the two Gollywags (Vivian Sandstrom and Miss Constance Wilson). The initiations went off with loads of “pep” and enthusiasm, and then followed dancing and games for the remainder of the evening. True to the tradition of Hallowe’en, the refreshments consisted of doughnuts, apples and cider, which just seemed to fit in with the occasion and hungry girls with ferocious appe­ tites. At ten-thirty, all too early, we had to go home, for the next day was school again—and lessons. St. Helen’s Hall Tea On Wednesday, November 4, Sister Superior entertained the Parents of the students of St. Helen’s Hall at tea. The teachers received the guests and discussed with the mothers the progress of their daughters. Departing from the usual custom of having it in the parlor, tea was served downstairs in the more spacious dining room. In that way i \ possible for people to move about without tramping on each others toes. The room was attractive with flowers, ferns and sPark,inS S1ed Congleton, Madelon Brodie, Lucille Bowman and Margaret Ha P • Assisting about the room and serving were the Seniors I Boarders, and at the heads of the various committees Margaret Brandes, Betty PaiVy, Helen Peters, Dorothy Mautz and Eleanor Poorman presided. �y DELPHIC 50 i The Boarders’ Dance Saturday, November 14, was a great day for the boarders—also for thirty lucky young men who received invitations to their dance. The refreshments were not particularly unique, but were appreciated by one and all. They consisted mainly of ice cream, cake and punch. The orchestra was one of the best we have ever had, despite the fact they were ten minutes late. Beautifully decorated, the Hall dining room appeared gay in voilet and rose streamers suspended from the ceiling. The special feature was a prize dance, for which the saxophonist acted as judge. The prizes were won by Elizabeth St. Clair and Wilbur Campbell. Elizabeth was presented with a dancing man and Wilbur with a monkey climbing a string. After the dance was over and the last "man" had taken his last leave and gone out the front door, the boarders toddled up to bed wondering how soon they could have another dance. Armistice Day Celebration The school held short memorial exercises in honor of the signing of the Armistice. The students assembled on the terrace in a semi-circle. Photographs for the Oregonian Review were taken and shown at one of the theatres. Probably this theatre had an overly large audience that week, because it is human nature to enjoy seeing oneself on the silver screen. PROGRAM "My Country ’Tis of Thee” Invocation Prayer "In Flanders Field”. ...... "Recessional” . .Colonel John McCrae Ruth Simmonds "The Flag Goes By” . ... . .Rudyard Kipl'.ng Agnes Gordon Henry Hilcomb Bennet Ora Cloninger Address: Bishop Sumner Planting of Trees: The Bishop and Trustee Tree The Alumnae Tree................. Mrs. James Honeyman The Senior Tree The Junior Tree Presentation of Ivy Georgiana Gantenbein, Saville Riley w ^e. ’vy was §rown from a small piece, sent last year from oflTpuJils bbey> and br0U§ht t0 the Lower Sch001 by °ne “The Star Spangled Banner” �I DELPHIC 51 The girls who are attending Oregon this year are: Dorothy Statter, Catherine Mayhew, Gwendolyn Hall, Lucille George, Lillian Bennet, Mayanna Sargent, Catherine Martin and Beverly Roberts, of the Class of 1925; Catherine West, ’24; Edna Ellen Bell, 24, and Marjorie Williams, a special last year. At 0. A. C., the girls from last year’s class are: Julia Bradley, Lilias Peltier, Donna Magnuson, Marjorie Mariner and Lillian Burdett, a special two years ago. Margaret Ellen and Roberta Douty, who were formerly Hall girls, are also there. Elbertine Adams, Betty Sewall, Velma Payne and Edythe Hartley of 1925, and Gertrude Ireland ’23 are at the University of Washington. Margaret Spencer, ’23, Hazelmary Price, ’23, and Frances Spalding, ’22, are now at Mills. Virginia Edwards, ’22, and Catherine Overbeck. ’22. are members of the Junior Class at Wellesley. Virginia is in the choir. Irene Brix, ’24, is taking up kindergarten work at the Ellison-White Conservatory. Marjorie Pittock, ’25, Evelyn Meyer, ’25, and Catherine Deyette, a former Hall girl, left this fall for Mrs. Lucy Dodd Ramburg’s villa in Florence, Italy. Word from them says that they plan to spend the Christ­ mas holidays in Rome. Celeste Proctor, ’25, left a short while ago for New York, where she plans to stay for a few months. Nadine Caswell, ’17, has recently returned from abroad. We recently received a letter from Marjorie Mariner, ’25, who is attending O. A. C. Her engagement to Bavard Sisson was announced a short while- ago. Marjorie made the first hockey team though she had never played before, and she attributed this to Mrs. Knapps coaching. Katharine Hart, ’24, is now at Reed. �52 DELPHIC ENGfLF|AHFouJeS ’21 to Lieutenant Walter Pitmany Ramsay, U. S. N. JaTheLplan to be married the latter part of December. Dorothy Haradon. ’23, to Richard Montgomery, planned for the spring. The wedding is MARRIAGES: Marion Farrell, ’22, to Frederick Jacobs. Mary Helen Spalding, ’19, to Harry Clair. BIRTHS: To Mr and Mrs. Severin Harkson (Doris Henningsen, ’20) a son, Robert Warren. Mr. and Mrs. Harkson live in Shanghai. To Mr. and Mrs. Donald Drake (Janet Griffith), a son, Donald Jr. To Mr. and Mrs. Hugh R. Lamberth (Frances Ford, ex-’24), a son. MISCELLANEOUS: Elva Mervy, ’21, is on the English staff at the Hall this year. Florence Niles, ’23, came to see us the opening day of school. She is going to law school. Mrs S A. Robinett, who went to the Hall in 1912, is a proctor in the study hall. Her little girl, Ethel May, attends the Lower School. We have recent news of Marion Eugenie Bauer, 1898, who is a composer of great note. Her recent book, “How Music Grew written in collaboration with Ethel Peyser, is to be published t is month. She plans to return to Paris for the winter, where she will resume her studying and composing. Cecilie Applegath, ’25, is a P. G. at Miss Allen’s Preparatory School. �DELPHIC 53 The Delphic acknowledges the following with thanks: “The Rosemary Question Mark,” Rosemary Hall, Greenwich, Conn. “Nicholas Pen Points,” S. Nicholas School, Seattle, Wash. “The Blue Print,” Katharine Branson School. Ross, Calif. ‘‘The Blue Pencil,” Walnut High School, Natick, Mass. “The Academia,” S. Mary’s Academy, Portland, Ore. “S. Katharine’s Wheel,” S. Katharine’s School, Davenport, Iowa. ‘‘The Year Book,” 1924-1925, Miss Ransom and Miss Bridges School, Piedmont, Calif. ‘‘The Annual,” Cathedral School of S. Mary, Garden City, Long Island, N. Y. “Ward-Belmont Hyphen,” Ward-Belmont, Nashville, Tenn. Comments The Cathedral School of S. Mary Annual—Your sketches are very clever and your personal touches interesting even to outsiders. The Rosemary Question Mark—Your jokes are exceptionally good for a school publication and your fiction very amusing. The Blue Pencil—A splendid magazine. We envy you your exchange list. The Blue Print—Your poetry is especially commendable. are worthy of The Academia— Another paper whose jokes and fiction ... notice. �54 DELPHIC It is a well-known fact that in all the best schools and colleges in the country a certain amount of exercise is compulsory. The reason for this is not to promote the athletic standing of the school, but to develop the minds of the students along lines as essential as the various studies. The different branches of sports enable the student to have a clear, quick mind and a keen sense of fairness, in addition to the physical development. Up to the present time, the students of St. Helen’s Hall have shown a great interest in athletics, tennis and basketball being our primary sports. The only drawback has been that owing to the schedule o studies and accommodation for sports, only the more athletically incline of the girls have seriously entered into them. This year, our instructor, Mrs. Knapp, has consented to stay four more periods a week, giving opportunities for exercise six out of the seven periods a day. A new system of compulsory exercise has been installed, so that every girl, unless physically incapacitated, has at the very least two periods a week of exercise, and use of the tennis court any time she has a free period. Great enthusiasm has been shown so far for tennis, During the summer the old dirt court was dug up and a cement court put in, the present of the class of ’25. Our tennis days this year will last only a few weeks more, but it is safe to prophesy that the entry lists for the annua tournament in the Spring will be almost doubled. At present, basketball is the center of attraction. For weeks we have worked feverishly for a place on the school team. The old girls have had to fight hard to regain their positions of last year, as there are many �DELPHIC 55 promising candidates among the new girls, who are showing unusual interest and skill. As yet the class teams have not been chosen, nor has any schedule of games been decided upon. The final choice of the teams will depend on a “survival of the fittest", and there are great hopes for a better and stronger team than the school has ever had. May the present enthusiasm and spirit of good sportsmanship never fail in victory or defeat! The school teams have been chosen as follows: Second Team First Team .......Muriel Barde . Center . Helen Loomis.. ..Elizabeth Kaser Side-Center “Pete” Peters.. Mary Alice Meyer . Forward . Nancy Chipman ........ Jane Cullers Forward “Libby” Martin ..“Peggy” Cannon . . Guard . Betty Allyn.... .Margaret Brandes . . Guard . . “Gerry” Kirby. These positions are only tentative, and will probably be changed as practice goes on. It was particularly hard to choose the guards, because of the many good players, Those who are working hard to displace the four already mentioned are Frances Jack, “Lee" Martin, Helen Adelsperger, Analene Cohen and Ardella Sweek. �56 DELPHIC Who Can Tell Us Where boyish bobs came from? How sweat shirts got popular? Why we attempt the Charleston? For what reason we wear slickers when it doesn’t rain? Who really knows what Collegiate means? If a fraternity is where they make good-looking pins? Why we who understand tennis go to football games? The modiste’s name who remodels King Tut dresses? Why we wait until our senior year to accumulate credits? What to do when we can’t think of a tenth question? D. M., reciting—-“and with fifty men floating down the Ohio river—’ A. C.: “In what sorority are El and Vel?” M. B. A. (absently) : “Never heard of it. Local?” FLUENT FRENCH Mile.: “Qui est Robert?” E. A. J.: “Robert est le fils de son pere.” Miss M.: “Why did Columbus discover America?” V. S.: ‘ Fate.” Miss M.: “What act of England prohibited the colonies from foreign trade?” H. P.: “The Prohibition Act.” Miss F.: Where did the ‘Whigs’ get their name?” M. B.: Because they all wore white wigs.” M. R.: “What’s Latin for ‘sometime’?” M. B. A.: Don’t know the Latin, but I know the song.” i �DELPHIC 57 K. M.: “The shoes garnished the table and floor. DELPHIC MEETING Miss W.: “How are the Exchanges?” V. C.: (looking at Phyllis) : ‘‘Just fine, thanks.” M. J. (in Geometry) : “A parallelogram is a piece of space bounded around by a bunch of lines.” YE LATIN STUDENTS She thinks of dropping Latin, And all our friends concur— For, knowing her, they quite agree One tongue’s enough for her. Nit: “When is a pencil not a pencil?” Wit: “Before it’s manufactured.” Question (just before the Faculty Tea) . first, the younger or the elder lady?” The elder.” Chorus: Order: “Then do so.” N. C.: “But how can you tell?” “Whom do you introduce H. H.: Do we get marks for talking? Miss K.: Yes, of course. the class. H. H.: I’ll bet I have the highest marks in E. K.: Franklin ran away and he ran to Philadelphia. Hmm-m! Quite a run! P. H. (paraphrasing Polonius) ‘‘Take each mans census. Miss B. (translating) : “He says” (bell sounds) ‘‘Oh, Dear! house for the monkeys up in the M. A. M.: They are building a new park here pretty soon. F. L.: They are going to build a new wing on mastoids. Rather G. E.: A lady had a lot of dogs and they were painful—yes? Did you know it snowed last night? the first snow in the E. J.: M. H. C.: Oh no, it didn’t. They always put paper. of course): “How many Miss M. (speaking of Elizabethan prose: girls have Bacon at home?” �58 DELPHIC ENGLISH AS SHE IS ILLUSTRATED M. H. C.: The boy was edible for a driver’s license. H. A.: The effervescene of his speech was felt. K. B.: She has a malleability for going to all the shows. M. H.: She had a lot of alliteration on. M. B.: Precede is to follow before. F. L. (eagerly) : Oh, I looked that up! Respiratory means the way you sleep. Scene: Room III. Miss W. enters without being heard, and after part of the class has risen, M. B. A. rubs her eyes—What’s everybody standing up for? Scene: Sacred Studies III. Instructor: What Saint did you study about for today? P. H.: Nero. A Senior once dreamed that— We had too many ads for the Delphic. All the material we put in was accepted. We paid our class dues the first week. The Delphic money was collected from everyone in a week. The candy sale was a success. We raised more than nominal sum. Our subjects were easy. Yes, she woke up. �DELPHIC 59 INDEX TO ADVERTISERS Page [ A. Anonymous Applegath, C. G ^ B. Barde, J. M. Basket Groc. & Delicatessen. Berg, Chas. F............ Brandes Creamery Bushnell Photos .... Bush Pharmacy .... 74 .75 74 62 69 Page J. Junior Class ............ K. Knight Shoe Co....... 62 L. Liebes, H................... Lipman, Wolfe & Co. 72 .73 61 75 M. Martin & Forbes Co.. Mautz Bldg. & Investment Co..64 68 Mayson Overstuffed, Inc. .73 McCormick, Charles . . . 61 Meier & Frank Co.. . 62 Moore, Alice Price........ 70 Moyer Clothing Co....... 63 Multnomah Hotel ..... C. Callahan and Deery. Clark’s Flowers .... Colt, C. C. (friend) . Cramer Jewelry Co.. Crantford’s Flowers . Curtain Store.......... 68 E. Ernst, C. E............ 64 0. Olds, Wortman & King.. 67 F. Feldenheimer’s........ Fink Studio............ Flynn Gift Shop. . . Foulkes, Jocelyn .... Francine ................... Freeberg . ................. 70 p. Peterson Photos............ Portland Hotel............ Portland Laundry.......... 72 .... 60 S. Senior Class.................. Simonds Saw & Steel Co Staiger’s ........................ Staples the Jeweler........ 65 62 75 74 69 72 . .73 69 72 .66 69 G. Gill, J. K.................... 68 H. Heitkemper, Frank A Harris, Phil ............. I- Ireland’s ............. 72 68 74 75 N. New York Life Insurance Northwestern National Bank. .70 68 71 64 69 75 U. Union Laundry Co......... United States National Bank. .76 V. Van Orman, Louis 74 �Compliments of Portland Hotel 60 PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS �COLLEGIENNE SHOP shows a host of fascinating things for girls of every age . . . frocks and coats of slim, youthful character, lovely underthings, piquant hats—everything! If you are looking for Christmas gifts, too, this is the place to come. Second Floor The Quality Store of Portland. Oregon fit Th '..Tm KOOfc.SOX 410(0 CL Ui* StS Compliments of The Junior Class patronize OUR ADVERTISERS 61 �Brandes Creamery Manufacturers of “BRANDES” PREMIUM BUTTER Cream, Milk, Buttermilk Eggs and Cheese Phones: Broadway 7082 Broadway 7081 Choice Photos and Miniatures at Popular Prices COLUMBIA BLDG.. WASHINGTON AT W. PARK ALICE PRICE MOORE Vocal Teacher KNIGHT’S Shoes - ■ Hosiery Multo-Maid Shoes with low heels only Priced from $8.50 Morrison, near Broadway tG • For All Social Occasions- GREATEST VARIETY-FINEST QUALITY ^ MORRISON STREET BETWEEN FOURTH ANO FIFTH r-—___ __ _—.------------- ■— ------------ 62 PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS �Multnomah Hotel affords every facility for the perfect en­ tertainment of your Portland friends and your Out-of-Town visitors. Luncheon is served in the Gold Room from 12:00 to 2:00 daily with a la carte service and a special seventy-five cent luncheon. Dinner is served in the Indian Grille from 5:30 to 8:30 with dancing from 6:30 to 8:30. Table d’Hote Dinner $l.b0, and a la carte service. Supper Dancing in the Indian Grills from 0:00 to 1*2:00 every evening except bunclay. Cover charge 75c, Saturdays $1.00. A group of private dining rooms on o the mezzanine floor will accommodate parties of from six to sixty and are so arranged as to permit of unusually quick service. Our Maitre d’Hotel will be pleased to as­ sist in planning parties and offenng suggestions. Multnomah Hotel RICHARD W. CHILDS, Manager PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS 63 �Compliments of Mautz Building and Investment Co. Compliments of C. E. EARNST CONFECTIONERY ■c- Broadway at Washington Guess Whose Ad This Is? ^MART Feminine Portland Wears Beautiful I. MILLER FOOTWEAR Stars of the Stage and Screen and smart Women everywhere favor I. MILLER Footwear SHOWN BY St aiders 288 Morrison Street (Corbett Building) 64 PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS �Compliments of The Senior Class I ! ! patronize our ADVERTISERS 06 �COMPLIMENTS OF C. G. APPLEGATH Established 1870 EXCLUSIVE FURRIER Portland, Oregon Portland's Oldest Fur House 129 TENTH Telephone B-3548 \ i FRANCINE I TWELVE PAYMENT CHARGE SERVICE An easy way to dress well. The Francine Twelve Payment Charge Service opens a way for anyone to complete her wardrobe and pay for it on the most convenient terms. Come in and let us explain. . I The Newest in Coats, Suits, Dresses and Millinery at prices to suit everyone FRANCINE—353 Alder Street i 66 PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS �I ^Sdt\ awSpiBPM SII rt 4 ;I h? m m i AOfflOTTtr towb) uronnnr1 i ' Mm sll< ?j •V )' **£ .V; 4? o. JA L£u l!_“.—-4.ij;, Mi (- k nr Mg61*® gpiS Olds :WbRTMAN*©«*KiNG PORTLAND. OREGON Cbr Christmas is>tore 2f better values let us serve you Headquarters for Juniors’ Quality Apparel PATRONIZE OUR advertisers 07 �Compliments of . PORTLAND LAUNDRY COMPANY Union Avenue at Mill The Laundry With a Purpose” COMPLIMENTS PHIL HARRIS <SC CO. BROADWAY AT MORRISON Smart Ladies’ and Misses’ Readp-to-Wear SOLD DIRECT - EASY TERMS F. J. CALLAHAN. Res. PHONE GARFIELD 2 1 01 E H. DEERY. RES PHONE GARFIELD 1218 l Phone Main 1584 Callahan & Deery RETAIL DEALERS FRESH and GURED MEATS HAMS, BACON, LARD SUPPLYING SHIPS OUR SPECIALTY Open Evenings FOSTER ROAD AT 56th 187 Third Street, Portland, Oregon Between Yamhill and Taylor Giftwares I I 'IT'HOUSANDS of inexpensive, artistic and carefully selected little articles I that will make beautiful and well received gifts. A very | comPlete selection for your inspection. Plan to do at least | a Part of *our Christmas shopping in our Gift Shop. 1 r \ cBooksellers^Stationcr^Oft'iceOutMers c Fifllxand Starl^Streets |i Scrap | <Book 1 t I suiifliiniuinuiiiiiniiiijnniiiiiiiniiiuiuinijmiiiinuiiiiiiuiiiiiiiiiiiniiiiDiiininintiiiiinranniiniinniiniiiiininnniDiiiiiiiiiiiuiiuiiniuiiiiiniiniiuniiiiiiiniinmiiiiiniiiiiiiniinjiiiiiiiiuiiininiiniHiiiniiiniDiiBiuniiiiic 68 PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS A �F. L. Grocer LUNCHES AND STATIONERY 465 MONTGOMERY STREET MAIN 7344 The Bush Pharmacy Main 4737 Cor. 11th and Montgomery Sts. Phone Main 3322 Try Our Chocolate Malted Milk ^mawm Yamhill at Tenth Street Portland, Oregon STAPLES JEWEL^ $ The Manufacturing Jeweler, Watchmaker and Optician 326 MORRISON STREET Portland, Oregon The plvnn M Gift Shop Seventh Floor Northwestern Bank Building Morrison Street — Opposite Portland Hotel Personal Attention Given All Sales PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS 60 �Compliments of jpegs' THE NORTHWESTERN NATIONAL BANK li g Iff8s SPilTheHotthwestem WfigNational Bank ‘' 0$Northwestern Bank Bld'g - Portland.Ore&on Compliments of DAN E. BOWMAN’S Moyer Clothing Co. THIRD AND OAK STREETS A. & C. FELDENHEIMER, Inc. Established 1868 Best Jewelry and Jewelry Store in Portland CORNER WASHINGTON AND WEST PARK 70 PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS �SIMONDS SAWS SIMONDS SAWS _g_ ^ . /^WflBRANTfO ^-^VvCH BURG MASS CM 1C a GoFTT^. 'V. ^V*0^aUTT ««o7 ~'^'V oV ^^HJJOOS|^ " 5fl«f . 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Heitkemper Co. Established 18S9 QUALITY PORTRAITS by the Peterson Studio A Gift That Strengthens Friendship 214 PITTOCK BLOCK 72 PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS �CLASS PORTRAITS Our $9.95 Balbriggan Dresses Take first place among school frocks. Impressionistic or Plain Fink Studio Are —smart —becoming —practical Broadway 1545 HENRY W. JACOBS A rtist ^ Sizes 12 to 16 Girl's Store — 4th Floor Compliments of Chas. R. McCormick Lumber Co. PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS 73 �... Compliments of ... M. Barde & Sons Louis Van Orman & Co. General Insurance 807 Title Trust Bldg. BE. 1749 720, Selling Building Portland, Ore. Main 6026 Nothing but the finest will satisfy St. Helen’s Hall—Hence “Just the Things That Delight a Woman's Heart!" IRELAND’S QUALITY BOX LUNCHES Gloves, Hose, Silk Underwear, Sweaters, Umbrellas. Blouses, Skirts, Coats, Dresses Ireland’s Sandwich Shop 365 Wash. St. 74 G. 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For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Oregon Episcopal School Yearbooks Description An account of the resource This is a collection of yearbooks from the Oregon Episcopal School (OES). The bulk of the yearbooks are from St. Helen's Hall, with yearbooks also from the Junior College as well as Bishop Dagwell Hall. The title for the OES yearbook evolved from The Delphic to The Legend-Delphic. The title for the Junior College Yearbook was The Scintilla. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Oregon Episcopal School Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Oregon Episcopal School Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1921-1923; 1931-1995 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource All rights are reserved by Oregon Episcopal School. Language A language of the resource English Type The nature or genre of the resource Yearbooks Conforms To An established standard to which the described resource conforms. Describing Archives: A Content Standard (DACS) Extent The size or duration of the resource. 85 Medium The material or physical carrier of the resource. bound volumes Subject The topic of the resource Students Junior colleges Junior college students High school student activities Student activities Student publications Teachers Text A resource consisting primarily of words for reading. Examples include books, letters, dissertations, poems, newspapers, articles, archives of mailing lists. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre Text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Extent The size or duration of the resource. 1 Medium The material or physical carrier of the resource. bound volume Title A name given to the resource The Delphic - Christmas 1925 Subject The topic of the resource School yearbooks Students Student activities Student publications Teachers Description An account of the resource This is one of the oldest OES yearbooks, dated 1925. The yearbooks were published annually after 1925. Yearbooks from 1921-1968 were known as The Delphic and were created by St. Helen's Hall students attending in their high school years. St. Helen's Hall was an all-girls school that pre-dated Oregon Episcopal School. In 1969, the yearbook evolved into The Legend-Delphic with the addition of Bishop Dagwell Hall and male student attendees. After 1986 the yearbook branding begins to singularly list "OES" with a few volumes referencing "The Delphic" or "The Legend Delphic". Yearbooks helped to chronicle the school year's events and activities, in addition to listing each student and staff member. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Oregon Episcopal School Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1925 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource All rights are reserved by Oregon Episcopal School. Language A language of the resource English Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context oes_delphic_christmas1925-compressed.pdf School yearbooks; Students; Student activities; Student publications; Teachers http://archive.oes.edu/files/original/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. He now presides in our candy kitchen on the Eighth Floor, where he creates even better candy, because better ingredients are available. ' And what are Rue de la Paix Candies, and what docs Rue de la Paix signify? There is a wonder-street in Paris — a street that is world-renowned for its production of only the very finest things in the world — Rue de la Paix. These candies were wisely named, for Rue de la Paix Boxes contain only the most delicious and most wholesome confections — no other candy equals them, and their price, considering the quality, is very reasonable. 1 ■ T �THE CITIZENS BANK Grand Ave. and East Alder St. Established 1890 Seiberling-Lucas Music Co. 125-127 Fourth Street Between Washington and Alder V1CTROLAS RECORDS If it’s Music or Musical Merchandise of any kind, we have it. 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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. 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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. 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PORTLAND, OREGON �* am ..'V-r'i:' f ! i• ; §5>t. v y ®elpl)ic i. i- f N . i ■ L 1 ■ & mi ■ \ ■ ! Commencement 1922 !-'• I ■ m so t ‘ f ' ■ �Lblplttr §>tatf Editor-in-Chief Marion Farrell Literary Editor v . Helen Holmes Assistant Literary Editor Catherine Overbeck Kalendar j Philippa Sherman l Virginia Edwards Old Girl Notes Virginia Pittock ;■ jjtj Art -vl Exchanges & . ( Janet Griffith ( Elizabeth Holbrook Margaret Boyer Business Managers ( Leah Estelle Rose ) Margaret McAlister ,v i Advertising Managers "■V^j ! -c m ■:3 --’Tl . . ( Frances Cornell \ Helen Parker �JffAH fln*liiT»r '12 CONTENTS V Graduating 7-8-9 Editorials Literary . My Neighbor’s Garden The Gold Seekers Through the Eyes of a Loup Game You Never Can Tell . . 17 A Pack of Hounds The Will A Garden of Memory . 16 . 18 21 �,«S31 -."•rrr1 - fK ' 7; I - *r' '■ yti ;v?i! Si rjr-'i ..... '•-.-I The Delphic is published twice during the school year. Contributions are solicited from all the students. - V';! H • 1 -Si II r:. <£ ! ;s.s M < Literary communications should be addressed to the Editor-in-Chief. Business letters and subscriptions to the Business Manager. Subscription: $1.00 a year. VOL. 26 j '■ :o3 si . | - •; 1 * 'J _.:s -a S! s_ J 3*3 . .-j mm JUNE, 1922 No. 2 �" • rrr-. CSrafouaiing Gllaas nf 1922 . ? ■ - 5 ■ r ■ �mm uJlu> (graduating (Class uf 1922 . . «•' „J ! ■M n.T' t \ m : •: * •'-•.! 1 r; - m *••. • ; •■ -. -i ...... •■''! ra -'i ] ' ' -■■r: ' ■r '•’! •••■; I •^•Si :.-l 311 Annabelle Bates Harriet Breyman Helen Ernst Margaret Boyer Frances Cornell Marion Farrell Esther Benson Virginia Edwards Janet Griffeth �r ' ' �AW / V / (9 i w .-,1 'jV XI % >))£?(® jk) EBKNt _J :■**•! J i r ■■. m ■ SI : 1. ■ , . ■ ItH • W 3'5 iEbttoml NOBLESSE OBLIGE OBLESSE OBLIGE’ is the motto adopted three years ago by the class of 1922. With the aid of this inspiring motto, the class soon earned a reputation which has been held tenaciously. In the words, Noblesse Oblige, lies a rather vast and deep meaning, one which mere words cannot express as well as actions, To rise above all cowardice and to refrain from being a slacker in even the smallest degree is one v a) of heeding Noblesse Oblige.” In the days of chivalry, which seems to be dying so fast in modern life, the significance of the words were perhaps known to every one. When a man was knighted it was his duty, nay, more than his duty—it was a part of his very self: To break the heathen and uphold the Christ, To ride abroad redressing human wrong, To speak no slander, no, nor listen to it, To honor his own word as if his God’s, To lead sweet lives in purest chastity, To love one maiden only, cleave to her, And worship her by years of noble deeds.” Perhaps we may think of an ancient family coat-of-arms as a fair example. In old family estates, the coat-of-arms was everywhere conofthe‘USf h r6minded gr0winS s0ns ^d daughters of the noble deeds ers, and inspired them to live honorable and unselfish lives, that their families, as as their descendants, might be justly proud of them. «. s we remember our fathers, let our children remember us.” ■ fc i I 1 i ! i i �2B e l p u i c Or, let us consider ourselves as daughters of St. Helen’s Hall, carrying a torch bright and glowing. It has been handed down from generation to generation, always burning. At times, by some great catastrophe, it has been nearly extinguished; but by courage, faith, and steadfastness of purpose, it has been kept alight so that we have had an opportunity to share in its glory and to strive to do our part in maintaining its brightness. So have the helpful words. “Noblesse Oblige,” been an inspiration to us to do our best and to keep our reputation and actions beyond reproach! J- Last year, Bishop Sumner offered two Day Pupil Scholarships foi the Senior year to the two girls of the Junior class who passed the College Entrance Examinations in six points with the highest average. The scholarships were won by Catherine Overbeck and Helen Holmes. This year the Bishop offers a Day Pupil Scholarship for the Senior year to any girl in the Junior class who passes the highest in six points, and another for a Senior who passes the highest in six points in the Entrance Examinations in June and wishes to continue at the Hall for a year of post-graduate work in order to prepare for an Eastern college. The school also offers a prize of $100 to the Senior who passes the best College Entrance Examinations in enough points to meet the entrance requirements of a standard Eastern college. It is not necessary that the Senior enter an Eastern college. The scholarship and prize are surely worth working for and a number of girls are making special preparations for the scholarare �mm mr 2B c l p fj i c 12 - r I m ■ r'1 •V -a LITERARY \V;'i '-■s'. 5. , S3 si ■ S'v r;: SS--, TV ■ w. 3 1 y«* :j>£i -j T A' - •...n Isa u -j -i , -:r: ..... jl Edinburgh, November 14, 1786. To Mr. William Chalmers, Writer, Ayr. My Dear Friend: had intended writing you an entertaining letter, but though I am e e as an illustrious poet, and though winter’s clouds are banished > t e g are of fashionable London life, still I am not in a vein to write a humorous letter, even to you, whom I regard as a ‘‘man after mine own heart.” As )0u well know, I was ever ambitious of being well known. A wh.ie ago 1 should not have said so particularly as I now say, BY WHOM, . ^ 6 0 e ^nown- I veritably believe that good and learned men nj,„t rulSf aS Sat- !rue ^0ve concerning which I have so often, in times distnrh^H .urs.fd Wlt^ you- The other morning at breakfast I was much never nnrl° hef f Cl3yman abuse Gray’s “Elegy.” This person had Datienre tie, ^legy.” \ fear I made a hasty remark, but my Gienmvin o’ m SOre*y Lied. However, the friendship of Lord measure fn/t-h^6 3S that °f his wo.rthy Lady, compensates, in some obiect of wnnri G anryLance.I suffer in having to converse and be the wonder of rmS" S0se *8n°ble souls who can scarce rise above the comes of “q,,! extraordinary” and “marvelous success,” for one who I could wish thflf ami and <1S Possessed of so poor an education.” a few minutes of^V^ W°Uld Spend’ with my volume of verse’ salons in honor of rV:im® whlch thfy sPend in arranging dinners and ■ d. ror many, I would especially mark verses, as: �■;^ws fr - v.- iB 11 pt it 13 H^/i r - l “What though on hamely fare we dine Wear hodden gray, and a’ that; Gie fools their silks and knaves their wine, A man’s a man for a’ that. For a’ that and a’ that, Their tinsel show and a’ that, The honest man tho’ ne’er sae poor Is king o’ men for a’ that.” I say within me, “Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate you!’’ My Lord’s generosity and kindness every day give me new evidence of his nobility. He himself is a greater proof of the immortality of the soul than all the philosophy of all the philosophers; such a mind as his can never die. '‘The lesser ones are bits of undeveloped chaos, some with a little sulphur even yet, and may go back to dust, whence they came.’’ My dear Chalmers, you are receiving a most dismal letter. Charity, that greatest of all virtues, is not mine tonight. Even now I can hear the howling of winds, and dark foreboding tells me that my season in the sunshine is to be but brief as is the summer. 1 have no abiding place in this life. I am but a simple bard who can amuse but a short hour or two. “What proves the hero truly great Is never to despair!” But come— I must enjoy the light while I have it. Jane, the Duchess of Gordon, is more fascinating than I ever dreamed a woman could be, and I have dreamed them loveliest of all created things. Beautiful of face and form, graceful of movement, charming in manner, she pos­ sesses as keen an intellect as any man I have ever seen. Her conversa­ tion delights me beyond all words. I had indeed missed the half of my life had I not come up here to Edinburgh. She is as perfect as Miltons Eve in Paradise. I wonder if there is any other living thing that can approach her. I have seen but one. However, Lord Monboddo’s daughter is a very pleasing young person, full of wit and gayety. I find her quite charming to behold, when I must sit and listen to my Lord s, her father’s, philosophy. By the by I have forgotten to tell you of the strange episode which occurred at Ballochmyle before I left Mossgeil. One evening during my sojourn with the Laird, I chanced to be strolling along the banks or the Ayr, the favorite haunt of my muse, The crimson sun was just vanishing beyond the horizon; not a breath of air stirred to flutter the leaves or bend the stems of the flowers; the only sound was the song of the Mavis, settling to rest, which I endeavored to avoid, lest I dis- . : . p._.. jg-.. '• �W:- . \ ;c ‘W■ 14 /.;; 3S! T-TM i '■< i I $ © e l p ij t c turb the harmony, Thus lingering along the river, I came upon one of the fairest sights I have ever seen—a woman, indeed a fairy queen, as delicate and perfect as any poet’s fancy could describe. But the vision disappeared from before my eyes. On my return home I composed the song, “0 Lass of Ballochmyle,” a copy of which I will enclose. Later, I discovered that the vision was the Laird’s sister, Miss Alexander. I have written her, begging pardon for the intrusion, and sending her a copy of my song. She has not favored me with a letter. I wait in anxiety. You, my dear fellow, will further my anxiety if you delay your letter to me. Therefore, have mercy and love for your friend, Robert Burns. L. E. R., ’22. v illy Nnyhluir’s darhnt til . n' ' :■ ' ■ "' ■*.■; : V' -3 233 ' 13 ! : 1 ■ i||JJ Y neighbor's garden is a delightful spot. When 1 peep through the hedge, 1 look into a fairyland ablaze with color. The tall holly­ hocks along the wall and the blue flower lances of the delphiniums stand on guard and raise their heads to spy upon any trespassers. The gladioli smile on everything, and watch the mischievous pansies as they crowd each other out of their bed. The masses of golden glow lean heavily on their supports. The real fairies of the garden plot are the feathery cosmos that dance lightly in the breeze. The phlox and fox­ gloves stand in waiting upon the fairies, and the sweet elyseum, candy tuft and mignonette are fair maids. The canterbury bells fill the air with music, and the honeysuckle furnishes an abundance of sweet syrup for the winged visitors which it attracts to the garden by its fra­ grance. A playing fountain surrounded by a mossy carpet and a fringe of forget-me-nots is the resting place for several little birds. Once in a while, if I am very still, I see a hummingbird hovering over it. On eithqr side of the ivy-covered gate are clumps of columbine, that look i e beds of blue and white butterflies in the gentle breeze. Silky poppies ance around them, while the stately foxgloves gaze down with majestic pride upon their humble companions. Under a low apple tree, spread over one. end of the garden, and interwoven with a climbing rambler, is a rustic bench. Often my neighbor, a dainty, little, old lady, may e seen seated on this bench. Perhaps her wistful expression is caused y reams of her knight, who came to see her in years that are past, f . ^ neig or s §arden spot is a fairyland from early spring, when the . r; .r<?Ps aPPear> until the last asters and goldenrod fade in the for I KAr lke^° Peep through the hedge when no one is in the garden, undpr^onlfu? tlie fairies talk to each other there, and sometimes I to each oth 6 Smi ing and noddmg messages they send across the garden Cr‘ F. E R., ’22. B. A., ’23. f �20 e l p Ij t c (Hite (gnlii iwkrrs ®l|rmigh tl|£ of a ifoup (Sam w HE Yukon District had been in winter’s grip for months now, and even the animals were becoming restless, looking for the change which would bring the first signs of Spring. The great black wolf, which had been the leader of the pack for many seasons, shook his heavy coat and started off across the crust of pale blue snow. Even the pine trees cracked like guns as he trotted through the wilderness to his favorite drinking place. He was happy today, for his instinct told him that before night the Chinook would reach the frozen Northland. Even at that moment he felt its warm breath on his pointed muzzle. But his keen scent caught something that was not that of the Chinook. It was something he had never scented before, something which gave him a thrill like that which he felt before he encountered the great lynx. Unconsciously rounding a high cliff, a strange sight met his eye. He stopped short and looked curiously at what was going on at his drinking hole. There arose a column of smoke from a fire by which sat two enemies. He instinctively knew they were enemies, and he felt a strange sense of fear which he had never known before. He shrank away from the sight, but some strange animal curiosity each time drew him a little closer to the tiny camp. After darkness fell and the fire died down sufficiently to give him courage, he investigated the new aspect of his old drinking hole. r';', : fT, ■ m A long wooden cradle was filled with tiny gold sands which he had always noticed floating in the little stream. On hearing the howl of a husky, he rejoined the pack to make known his discovery. It was several evenings before he again summoned courage to revisit the old hole and at his heels followed some of the more daring of the pack. g. _ The scene that met their eyes was a typical one of the gold rush The boats had just broken through the ice, which had held them fast all winter. Men, gone mad in the lust for gold, were erecting over night saloons, dance halls and dwellings. Everywhere was a frenzy of excite­ ment and clamor. As the pack skirted a little nearer to the strange sight, an iron jaw closed on the forefoot of the leader. With a low cry of pain he gave warning to his pack that they must leave their old hunting grounds and go far back into the frozen tundras. All night he lay there in pain and heard the cry of his comrades becoming fainter in the dis­ tance. At dawn he was released by one of the strange humans and was the first wolf to experience the ways of the white man. L.L:: m #1 : . Helen Ernst, ’22. i V. 13 *.v*r assess . ...- - . ... ■ �V m-W~- ; 16 Be Ipfttc m Imt Nmtrr (Eau (Erll » . i n » ■i ~'vj : S! -3 i x - L/'i.-i;::! ^7":. \ :- sa r?. if: v,-^2 -i ■ '•si T was the first evening of their search, and as they descended the hill into the great wilderness of pine and fir, neither horse nor rider was thinking or worrying over the coining of the night. The rider was a mere boy, a few years past twenty, but a man in all other respects. He was an athlete, and though Inspector of Division Seven of the Royal Mounted Police, this did not affect him at all. He was a sport and played all the games with his men, most of whom were several years his seniors, and won their favor. At Fort McMurry, the morning before, a letter had been delivered to him addressed to Inspector Robert Keel, R. N. W. M. P., with instructions to continue the search for Betty Davidson, a young girl who had been mysteriously missing for some time. No one could account for her disappearance or even suggest when it had happened, so there was very little evidence on which to work. . ■ 3 a Bob was thinking of this very seriously when—“What was that?” Laddy, his well trained pet and companion, stopped still and alert. Yes indeed, it was a woman’s voice singing that old familiar Canadian boat song. He called. There was no answer, but the singing continued. He tried to follow it, but it led to no place—behind him, in front of him, to his left, to his right. The sound seemed to come from the heart of that giant stump, but that was impossible. He was tricked. Would it never stop? He wished he would fall out of bed and wake up, but it was no dream. There was that singing, and where, oh, where did the confounded song come from? Who was singing? Where? Why? Inspector Keel was puzzled. He decided to camp there for the night and find out. He made a search, but all in vain, and settled himself for the night. Lying back on his blanket, he remembered that this dis­ trict was under Inspector Gray. Funny he had not come across any of his men. Then—yes—Dick Hutchinson was under Gray—good ol’ Dick— though only a buck, he was an old college pal. Dick lately—oh, well, what had happened to the singer? Gray wasn’t a bad sort. Who was this Betty Davidson, anyway? Then he dozed. He was awake in a minute, and just in time to see two figures dis­ appear around that giant stump! “Halt in the name of the law!’’ he called, but they were hidden by the s ump so he didn’t know whether they did or not. Around the stump ne rushed and bumped into Dick Hutchinson. He was standing in the opening of that giant stump. “Hello, foolish, you jolly well scared me pink,” was the greeting, as the two pounded each other on the back. �m 11 p 1J t C “Well, if it isn t ol Dick! I was just thinking of you a minute ago But the woman, the singer—who and where is she?” Hutchinson smiled. “You’ve caught me, old pal,” he said. “I'll have to own up. She is my wife and, of course, being in the service, I should not be married, so we pulled it off secretly, an’ this ol’ stump’s our home. It’s not so bad, and my wife—well, she is Betty Davidson!” Bob was unable to pull his thoughts together, and all he was capable of was a good hearty laugh and a friendly congratulation. Later he found out that Bob’s wife was worth the hunt, and that the stump as a home was certainly “not so bad.” The following morning he was riding toward Fort McMurry, bearer of a marriage certificate and a letter to Inspector Gray with the signatures of Dick and Betty Hutchinson closing it. As he went up the steps of the main office he was whistling. Suddenly he remembered that he was on duty. Why, oh, why, did he whistle that song? Julie Cameron, ’25. A f ark of ©imubjs NE afternoon, when I was visiting my uncle in England, I went to Squire Bogs’ to tea. The estate and manor house of . Squire Bogs was very old—indeed. I have been told that the house itself was built four hundred years ago. Therefore, on account of its age and picturesque­ ness. I was very much interested in the architecture and furnishings, especially in the old morning room, where Mrs. Bogs and l had tea Between discussions of free verse and modern art, I carefully scrutinized the beautiful paneling of oak and the quaint Rembrandt portraits which hung on the wall. Soon, however, my gaze was attracted to the long Gothic windows at the end of the room which looked out onto the park, stretching in a smooth green sward to a border of gigantic oaks. While I was gazing at this entrancing scene, I suddenly saw a pack of hounds, in full cry, dash across the park, as if in close pursuit of some game. The quaintness of this scene made me jump up and, running to the window, cry, “Oh, how lovely! There must be a hunt on, because there are the hounds.” . , , “What did you see?” demanded Mrs. Bogs, in such a strained voice that I turned toward her quickly. She was standing, her face livid, and her calm eyes now filled with a sudden horror. ^ “Why,” said I, in surprise, “the hounds. Didn’t you see them . “No,” she said, sinking back into her chair; “I saw nothing. I was surprised at her singular behavior, but through_asense^of deli­ cacy did not pursue the subject, and as she seemed suddenly fatigued relieving in part my surprise, increased my wonder. �' : >• 18 3 i * ... -1 1 JBclpf) it “My Dear Susan: You are, perhaps, wondering over my sudden illness yesterday. 1 will, now that I am more calm, though no less anxious, endeavor to state certain facts, although I cannot attempt to explain them. This house, in which we still live, was built by my ancestor, Clement Bogs, several centuries ago. But soon after he had settled here, he was thrown from his horse while hunting and instantly killed. It has been said that a young girl, crossing the park a few hours before the accident, saw a pack of hounds cross the lawn with no hunters behind them. From that time it has been a tradition that before a death in the family some­ one who is no relation to us will see a ghostly pack of hounds cross the sward in full cry, unseen by anyone else. In view of this you will understand my present state of anxiety and surprise, as this amazing prophecy has already occurred twice during my life, in the events of the deaths of my mother and my brother.” Even after receiving this note I gave little credence to the tale, till the next day I read with amazement the account of Squire Bogs’ sudden death, caused, as the paper said, by a fall from his horse while pursuing his favorite sport, fox hunting. Jean Muir, ’23. <-* d tlihr Util IBS :3 ' : • % 3 m1 •: : ■ • - 1 . .-ri -•'V. .71 : fsl ssrc&i jJ PADDLED my canoe out into the middle of the lake and stopped, gazing into the waters around me. There, without glancing up, I beheld a scene reflected in the clear, blue lake. Overhead was the sky, its long expanse unmarred by clouds. Huge mountains overhung the edge of the lake on all sides but one, giving the glistening sheet of water the appearance of a primeval throne. The lake was placid enough to have been a mirror, but as I touched my paddle to the water, a tremor shook its surface, sending countless little ripples undulating toward the S SUU’ dr0PP*n& behind the mountains, cast the soft glow of twilight over the whole scene and gave the final touch of glory to this wonder, untouched by man. Rousing myself from reverie, I remembered that I had had a definite object in view when I pushed the canoe I had found, off the shore. I was a ung a short cut across the lake to the hotel, which I could not, at most, reac until after dark. This was to be my last hike, for the next day the Tand^^E)1 ^°me’ ^rom w^at had been an unforgetable vacation in . • ^ last 1reached the opposite shore and pulled the appropriated canoe TA w?n 6 dank' I then began the last stretch of my homeward walk. nn^jLr Steep and Ied P^cipitously up the mountain side, turning rnw anri a y 6Very now an^ then. For the most part, the path was narsmnn?hdjHngi.er0US' T" °ne Side a wal1 of so!id rock rose like §lass’ water itc h .s,ini.n£' On the other hand was a cliff overhanging the arer, its height increasing at every step I took. However, fear did not < �M elpf) tc enter my mind once and I continued my course in an entirely carefree manner. Again the thought of my approaching departure assailed me with a poignant pang. How exhilarating it all was! I should miss it all indeed. Yes, I should miss every bit of it! Suddenly a half-formed word of slang came to my lips, but I pressed it back, unspoken. I stopped. A part of my path had been swept down by a landslide, leaving a space of about six feet. There was nothing except loose stones on which to set my feet. My first attempted step but served to set the mass rolling downward. This had happened recently, 1 thought, for although 1 had that morning taken the longer route, 1 had come this way only a few days before. But here 1 was" stranded, and with every moment the violet dusk grew deeper. There was a path a little way back that led up the mountain. I had only noticed it at the time, in passing, wondering where it led. At least, 1 might try it; it was too late to take the other trail and anything was preferable to a night on the damp ground. I had gauged my distance well, for at the end of the ten minutes 1 had allotted myself, I came upon the object of my search. The passageway, for it was almost too narrow to be called a path, seemed to have been cut into the rock, and led upwards about twenty feet. Once more on the soft earth, the trail widened and 1 walked on, half running in my haste. Not for a comparatively long time did I notice the peculiar tinge that shed its ghastly light everywhere. Instinctively 1 looked up at the sky, where without any warning a blinding light flashed and the next moment torrents of rain came down upon me. With the I was downfall of rain came darkness that kept me from going on Another flash of lightning seemed to come indeed trapped miserably. Yet that could not be, for the light remained from among the trees. flickering steadily. My fates were surely favorable and, like Columbus, I cried, “A light! A light!” with as much, if not more joy, and hastened rain had brought with it a terrible on against the driving elements, for the wind. Trees would present themselves in the way of my mad rush but aside from a few painful bruises, 1 cared little and by s eer , . light to the door of the cabin, or whatever it was that held the kindly light The oil lamp was placed in the window, and I thought it best_to see who or what occupied this remote habitation before I asked or shelter. At first 1 saw no one; then, as my eyes grew accustomed to the dim His white head was outlines, I saw a man seated by the coals or a So far as bent forward in his hands, giving him a furnished room. I could judge he was the only occupant knocks. No one answered. I turned to the door and gave seveo'na11 S^erppersistent downfall and the 1 knocked again, louder. Again I was by this time thoroughly drenched, howling of the wind greeted me. I tried the door. It yielded to my and determined to obtain shelter. �p" •:;i 20 . J 3 ■ • I .. ' i -j ■: v V • ...5 - •. 1 . mm Mi * £3 i 30 e l p lj i c touch and swung open. The man was still seated by the fire and had not moved from the position in which I first had seen him. I went over to him and touched his arm. It fell helplessly to his side and the bowed head fell lower. An icy chill ran through my body at the thought that he might be dead. What a ghastly adventure! With a last faint hope I felt his pulse. He lived. Then I recalled a story told me by the hotel manager. Surely this must be the “man of mystery” who had lived in these woods for forty years, Such a name was given him because he had told no one who he was or why he had come to this remote place. He was only seen at rare intervals when he went to the general store for his provisions. I stood looking at him stupidly. Finally I moved him to a couch that lay nearby. I knew that the end was near, but 1 prayed that he might sx least open his eyes before he died. My prayers were answered, for after what seemed an eternity his eyelids quivered and opened, revealing a pair of piercing blue eyes, unblurred by age. He seemed to show no astonishment at the presence of another man, but merely tried to point his hand toward a table in the middle of the room. Then he shuddered convulsively, and was still. Reverently, I removed my cap. I could not possibly leave till morning, so I set myself to search the table for anything of interest it might hold. Yes, there was a paper upon it, written in a wavering hand. I picked it up, and at the sight of the first few lines I think I must have paled a little. The paper read: “I, John Fairfax, realizing that I have only a few more hours to live, make known to whosoever shall read that my will, duly sworn to and witnessed, may be found in the recess above the mantel, together with sundry papers”— The writing trailed off into an illegible scrawl, but that was enough. John Fairfax—the man who had killed my grandfather in a duel—the man who had disappeared mysteriously from his home in Virginia. To think that I, the namesake of Charles Lee, should meet my grandfather’s mortal enemy in such a way. I wondered what possessions the man had and to whom he could give them, he who had spent so much of his life in solitude. I turned to the chimney, and after trying all the bricks 1 came upon one that was loose. I removed it and pushed my arm in, bringing out a handful of papers. I easily singled out the will, which was encased in a plain envelope, on which was written, “The last will and testament of John Fairfax.” What was my amazement when I found, after the first formalities, the clause, “I do give and bequeath the whole of my fortune, consisting of about two millions of dollars, to the heir or heirs of Charles Lee—” No need to read further, for was not I the only living heir of Charles Lee? C. L. 0.. ’22. �i •C" M elpfj tc A (Saritett of Memory £LOME people have said that my acts and thoughts are guided because I never make mistakes, although I am very young, In a measure they are correct, but they never imagine that it is my memory that is my ouide. 1 say my memory, but I do not really mean my memory. It is more the thought of a dim dream of the past. It is a rather difficult thing to explain, because it is all very misty to me, but 1 will try, if you will attempt to understand. Once long ago there was a garden way out from the rest of the world; at least. I thought that it was, for no sounds or noises ever reached it. It was on the edge of a dense grove of trees and extended a little way into ua large green field beyond, 1 could tell this because over one side of the high white wall that surrounded it could be seen the tops of stately fir and oak trees; and on the other side nothing but blue sky, and once in a while bits of down from a ripe thistle, or a bumblebee, very dis­ tressed because it was so high in the air and far away from the fascinating blossoms below. In this garden I lived for a length of time, I have no idea how long, but I did not have the form that I have today. Then I was a flower. I probably would be called Daffodil today, but then I was called Uncer­ tainty. All the flowers were the same in shape as they are today, but they were called by different names. (To connect them with my present life I will call them by their old names and put their present names after them.) r ;• • f/T.--'-- sSHSSSSeI lived a true, tragic or happy life, just as people of today, and from them 1 received my guiding dream. I was Uncertainty Daffodil, a new and strange person to the world, and 1 was looking for the good and happy way to live my hte 1 came up through the warm earth and first met Youthful Gladness orCnm She was my best friend for a little while, but soon die died and 11 was left to make new friends. While she was alive I had met many people among whom were Mirth Wild Grape, Ambition Hollyhock, Music Oats, Amiability Jasmine, and Riches Buttercup. These had all been happy, all sides from Slander cheerful companions, but now I was in danger on flowers Nettle, Jealousy Marigold, Deceit Monk s Hood, and their tribe of flo . 1 had many bitter experiences with these flowers and I might have been killed, but Encouragement Goldenrod, Hope Hawthorne and them won derful friends came to me and helped me on to Peace After that I staved on with Peaceand my lifebecame very happy, Atter tnat 1 sta>eu uii wi parden A young man came until one day it was changed and I lett g flowers over our high white wall and gathered abouquet of all the love flowers < • i.rVy £.. .., I \:r~A pp. �■J •VI 22 ©elpfjic ! - y. m >:* .] 3 3 and good flowers in the garden. He took my stem to tie them together and then went over the wall to the outer world. He went to a great white house, where he found a lady and a little baby. He gave the bouquet to the baby and told the mother what the flowers all meant. He said that they were to compose the baby’s character and then I seemed to leave my flower form and go to the child. From that time I have seemed one with the baby, but I still have my dream to guide my new life. Dorothy Haradon, ’23. $ .* .. - -i . Vj •-.i! “When birds do sing hey-ding-a-ding-ding Sweet lovers love the spring.” % . ?'! 4 V I , i ■V- .«• ;-ry. 33 ’v3 m 77f HE next thing to being in love for a spring-time recreation is having a garden. Whether you are old and sage or young and giddy, come out into the garden and you will find health, wealth, love, wisdom or anything for which you may chance to be searching. You, tired busi­ ness man, with your furrowed brow, and, you, woman of numberless household cares, bring the hoe and spade, the rake and the trowel again into the light of day, brush off the dust and enter a new world. The Out-of-Doors is garbing herself in new robes. Will you fail to behold the transformation? Hasten! Take a smell of fragrant brown earth and you will have discovered a source of everlasting youth. Do not, as some have done, direct your man-servant or maid-servant to gather one pan of the best soil in your garden and carefully transport it to your bed­ chamber that you may satisfy your curious nose as you tranquilly lie among the pillows. Slip your delicate feet into a pair of heavy boots, for the dew is heavy of mornings, and step into the sunshine at six o’clock of an April day. You will declare that you knew not such a world existed. \\ hen you have spaded and hoed, when you have dark, very dark, spots on oth your knees and your hands are of the same complexion,you will,if you are of a questionable age, remember nothing but the joy of living and perhaps some of the half-forgotten delight and simplicity of childhood will have crept ,into your wise old heart. If you are but yet young in . yuars’ y.°“may have Partaken of the wisdom of Timeless Nature. One thing will he certain. You will clean your tools, scrape the mud off your shoes, and dress for breakfast; and while you are in the midst of this once almost useless, now entirely necessary, meal, you will say to yourself, or to he One across the table: ‘'My dear, this is certainly the best break­ fast we ve had for a month And your table partner will marvel at the ever increasing wonders of the world, or else you will think to yourself what an amiable, happy being you are—at times. L. E. R., ’22. . . . - ■■ ■ ■ < V‘ �© e l p fj t c (1% Utarg of flnt&me j^nrupleo February 16, 1707. Such actions! Who would believe that I, Prudence Scruples, should live to see them? Lack-a-day, if they go on I’ll not be here to help old Mrs Crumber with her patch work, come two weeks. Here 1 have lived in Boston, in this old house, for well nigh forty years (though if it be not worldly to speak so, no one could tell it by my face) and in that time mark thee, there’s been no men poking their good-for-nothing noses around this place! That I should live to see such a day! Well, well, as good Parson Cursem says, we must have patience under our afflictions. But that terrible little flibber-tigibet Conscience was such an affliction that I could not have patience long. The minute she came in the door, I knew she was wicked, Faith, I was sitting talking by the window, watching Mrs. Grootch hang out the clothes, when in my niece came rushing and literally pounced on me crying: “Oh, Auntie, I’ve come to live with thee.” And when I turned and saw her, 1 well nigh fainted. Such a flyaway with dozens of black curls tossed madly over^ her head (she never kept them still) and then her stepping in Tabby s milk, »nd 'aughing a saying, "Oh, Auntie, won t thee come and see? 1 ve spilt Tabby s milk and it looketh just like old Cursem’s bald head! Still it’s all my fault. 1 should have known there would be some doings goin° on if 1 d thought, and I should never have sent her to Neigh- *« »2" •—™*r it'*,1; ™4t. ‘s.:s just hankerin’ to be gone and girl. And this is what comes of all my indulgence. '■Conscience,” says 1, "take thy hemming and finish thy row, before thee goes for Neighbor Barkem s bread. So out she went, her hair all curls Heaven forgiveand sat hersel beneath a tree to sew. She thought 1 was gone t0 ™'k^eT ^’ot ten minutes passed before that Such a thing has never hapthe road and leaned against my gate-post. his hip, whistling and the other Pened before. Well, there he_ stood one hand on^ kjnd and, Bless Me! Conscience moved over on the bench. ‘ ; more, but thrusting my head from the wmdow, shrieked, Consc.en Conscience packing home, despite her That was all, but I sent that convinced are gifts of Satan. tears and tossing of curls, which I am Jean Muir, ’24. �mm 24 S e l p \) t c u4)f #tortj of Eguitna, (Mmttatfon j * aH -*'! a a ■ ,-i •• 'V ■: -\d i .. ~tn ■ •' -■ mm :" ' DEMAND the ordeal! Into the hands of God I commit my soul. He alone can attest my innocence!” The clear, steady voice rang out. Egwina, fair of face and form, stood with flashing eyes before the elderman and gerefa of the shire. A murmur of approval surged over the crowd, for surely, unless innocent, she would not dare appeal to the Supreme Judge. Egwina had once been skald, or gleemaiden, to King Alfred, but because of her love for Edward, the atheling, she had secretly stolen away one night, fearing lest the king should think her unworthy of his son. She had wandered from the mead hall of one great thegne to another for many days, making glee, and pleasing all with her sweet voice and simple manner. In the hall of one, Edwy the thegne, there had been a certain juggler who was jealous of the maid, and the many rich gifts showered upon her. He contrived, as Egwina was leaving the great hall, to have the harp of Oswald, the favorite bard, put amongst her posses­ sions. Later, she was pursued and accused of the theft of the harp. Being alone and friendless, she was immediately taken to the elderman for trial. ‘‘Then,” said the elderman, after Egwina’s appeal, ‘‘thou shalt to the Bishop to purify thyself for the rite. Let nothing but bread and salt, water and herbs pass thy lips. After three days, thou shalt return here, and in the presence of twelve witnesses plunge thine arm into boiling water, taking from it a heated stone. May God be your judge. I have said.” 3 Egwina, at the end of her trial and ordeal, was proven innocent; and the guilty man was condemned and sentenced to make a pilgrimage, barefoot, to the shrines of four saints. Egwina remained at the home of the kind Bishop Beoruwulf and his wife, who soon grew to love her She was very happy with them and took up little household duties with the greatest pleasure, for she was weary of wandering. The young girl was accustomed, after her work was finished, to wander about the woodlands. One day, having strayed farther than was her wont, she sank down on the green sward to rest. She had been seated there but a short time when she heard voices, and through the trees she could distinguish the figures of two persons. One was a young and beautiful girl, a Dane, and the other appeared to be a Saxon youth. Ihe Danish maiden did not seem very strong and, wishing to rest, sat down beneath the tree under which Egwina sat. They soon became engaged in conversation. Egwina learned that the girl was Hilda, daughter of Guthrum, king of the conquered Danes. Seigbert, the Saxon youti, had been taken when a boy, she learned, from a monastery by the invading horde of the Danes. He had been brought up with Hilda and learned to love her as a brother. As she sat there and watched him, �j& e l p i) t c t there arose, in Egwina, a great longing to be of some kin to this noble youth; she felt a strange stirring in her heart as half-forgotten memories wedged themselves into her mind. They talked of many things, of St Cuthbert, the holy Bishop of Lindisfarne, of the many miracles that had been wrought by his tomb, of the conversion of Guthrum by King Alfred, and lastly about the loved king himself and his love and devo­ tion for his people. When it became dusk they all agreed to meet again the following day in the woodlands, Egwina returned home with a new feeling of joy and lightness, The next day, at the appointed hour, Egwina was waiting in the forest when Seigbert arrived, alone. “Hilda feels not herself today, but I would talk more with thee,” he explained to Egwina. As the two walked through the forest together, Seigbert told of his father and grandfather, who had both been wandering bards, and of his sister, whom he had never seen since his capture. With eager eyes and beating heart, Egwina questioned hiim: ‘'What was the name of thy father?” • Athelwulf, son of Wulfhere.” “And the monastery thou speakest of, was it not Croyland?” “Yes,” he answered, scrutinizing her closely. “Then 1 ” she began. "At last! You are my sister!" he exclaimed rapturously, as they embraced amidst tears. H. H., ’22. (Eta Ifitstorg I 7TT HE history of the class of ’22 began as far back as 1910 when sev W eral little girls in fluffy frocks went to Miss f^^^Tmure on Lucretia street. Among these were bashful He!I|" then in Peggy Boyer and our present class presiden , |ar these short socks and pink and white *Veventfui seven-year course three small misses entered upon a happy Hal\ in the second in grammar school, and they chose S^Helen^ Hall. ^ ^ grade another little miss, Helen H , J and ades passed upheld the honor of the second gr • leavina only their names slowly on, while new friends came went, Jeaving o^ Helen behind. However, the sixth gra ^ secretafy and treaSurer, but Van de Water, who n0'v is n^ {^ss A few months later our select also the youngest member of th 1 ‘ yj inia Pittock in our midst. number was increased to rive, & f ' r I £5 •'•v. ; !■ .. . r.vr. : ..V. ! ••. ' •. *.* �fr w:~' 26 IB e (p fj I c V -i .1 -.tfi •••i'V H rj % '•i d 1 i a ■ ■! ■ • • % •'! •iv/WS mm ’ -* ..Tsa :"::5 rl i"‘- ~ r |3! "Hgi - The end of the following year we had actually graduated from the lower school and were ready to take up our high school education in the new building at Thirteenth and Hall. You see, the terrible fire of 1914, which destroyed the ivy-decked buildings on Vista avenue, compelled us to use only temporary buildings, which we soon outgrew. It was in our Freshman year, however, that we made ourselves famous. We were proud not only of our position in life, but of many other things. Some promising members were heartily welcomed. Among them were Medora Howard, Marguerite Pendergrass, Philippa Sherman, Catherine Overbeck and Margaret McAlister. At the beginning of the second term Marion Farrell joined us, and Virginia Edwards came as a boarder. During that year two prizes were offered for the best essay on “Noblesse Oblige.” To our great delight, both of these were won by members of our class, Virginia Pittock and Marion Farrell. Our success as interpreters of Homer completed our first year with great honor. The following Fall we all returned proud to bear the name of sophomores, and added Char­ lotte Malboeuf, Muriel Withers, Harriett Walters and Annabelle Bates to our number. School life for sophomores we found to be one trial after another, simply because we were neither Freshmen nor Juniors. Allow­ ances are always made for the former and extra privileges always being granted the latter. However, the year passed almost before we could realize it. In our Junior year eight more members were added to our class, Janet Griffith, Esther Benson, Frances Hyland, Leah and Frances Rose, Frances Cornell, Helen Parker, Elizabeth Holbrook and Catharine Hay, who, although she had attended the Hall, had not until the Junior year been enrolled in the class of ’22. All through the Junior year the girls prepared themselves for the responsibility the class would have to shoulder the next year. In June we entertained in a most delightful man­ ner at a luncheon at the Waverly Country Club for the graduating class of the year. Of course, this last Senior year has been an eventful one in every way, and perhaps more so than usual. Now, to distinguish the class even more, we are going out the largest class ever graduated from the Hall. Jj * J �©tlpfttc Oil)? (Elasa Mill THE LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF THE CLASS OF 1922 Be it known that: I, Annabelle Bates, leave my curly bobbed hair to Edna Ellen Bell. I, Esther Benson, leave my smile to Virginia Hull. A I, Margaret Boyer, leave my speaking voice to Doris Thompson. f 1, Frances Cornell, leave my ability to talk to Virginia Fenton. I, Helen Ernst, leave my dry humor to Roberta Douty. 1, Marion Farrell, leave my honorable position of editor-in-chief to anyone who will accept that worthy state. I, Janet Griffith, leave my poise to Lillian Luders. I, Medora Howard, leave my good nature to Edna Potter, l' Catharine Hay, leave my position as school songstress to Dorothea Scarborough. I, Muriel Withers, leave my ability to play the piano to Gertrude Ireland. . . Thu.DuxUn&***> I, Harriette Walters, leave my highly developed powers of retaining order in the study hall to Elizabeth Hawkinson. i I Virginia Pittock, leave my reserve to Frances Ford. I Hefen Van de Water, leave my love For study to Catherine Martin. L Helen Parker, leave my love of homes to Hazetaary Pnce. I, Leah Rose, leave my executive ability to Izabel Schetky. 1, Frances Rose, leave my quiet disposition to Bess; A . 1, Helen Holmes, leave my “Pollyanna Philosophy to Martha Youlden. of athletics to Eleanor Costello. 1, Frances Hyland, leave my love 1, Philippa She,maa. leave m» io've of i.rdi.e. to !; teZgSK&SSSSa5 S. sea,, eias. » } Anne Wentworth. my love for Terpsichorean Art to Dorothy I, Elizabeth Holbrook, leave Haradon. absent-mindedness to Peggy Spencer, I, Virginia Edwards, leave my love (?) of ancient history to I, Marguerite Pendergrass, leave my any future history student. , prances Weller. f the Senior I, Charlotte Malboeuf, leave my physics^note Catherine Overbeck, leave my position as chairman L Council to someone with tact. (Signed) Marion Farrell. Witnesses: Helen Holmes. Catherine Overbeck. �WMf: w 28 Selpfjic udu' Class flnipljmj ■:->-‘i JUST heard about your home down here, Harriette, and I thought I’d run down and see what you were doing. I had no idea I’d come across an old schoolmate of mine,” said Philippa Sherman, wellknown society reporter, as she climbed out of her periwinkle blue Per­ shing airplane and ran up the stairs to the terrace, where Harriette Walters James sat chatting with her old chum, Muriel Withers, more familiarly known as Peg. "How fortunate you decided to come,” greeted Harriette. "My hus­ band has just purchased Poplar Lawns and I am giving the house­ warming today to open the summer season.” After general embracing and much excited talk, Philippa settled comfortably for a glass of refreshing iced tea. It’s heavenly here, after the busy season at Palm Beach and New­ port; but, tell me, what have you been doing all these years, Peg?” "Composing music, from soft say-it-with-flowers kind that accompanies the heroine's tears, or a love scene, to the rollicking, snappy, crashing jazz of a chorus. Oh, yes, I’m living in realms of musical comedies now,” laughed Peg, snapping her fingers. "So you've become what we all thought you would, a musical comedy composer!” Philippa exclaimed. "It’s nearly time for dinner, so let’s adjourn to my room and chat there,” suggested Harriette, rising. The girls willingly followed her into the spacious hall of the huge house. Just inside the door Philippa’s observing eyes were attracted by an unfurnished room at the end of the hall. "Oh, is that the famous radio room of Poplar Lawns?” asked Phil­ ippa, eagerly. "Yes,” answered Harriette, "and that reminds me that I received notes from some of the girls to listen in for them tonight.” "Let’s go in at once, and maybe we’ll hear some of them now,” said Peg, running to the room. Quickly they adjusted the amplifier and almost immediately they heard the voice of Charlotte Malboeuf, head of the Crow Institute of Home­ less Cats, in San Francisco. Yes,” S^e was sa^n§’ will be all, two tons of catnep in the bale. There was no doubt; it was the same voice that once graced the halls of St. Helen’s. By some fault of the radio connection, the phone clicked and they heard another voice—a lovely singing voice. They discovered it was the voice of Madam Morelli, practicing for a concert over the radio. 3 •; ,31 i l - "1 v-S mm V \ : ;i i . —*] .• ■ i 'i ipij : J I 5 r:i ■ '•V- -’i 1 IK.-* - T"- -' — vXSTwt S-. 55- c . -J �IB e l p ij i c Girls, listen to this—Madame Morelli, nothing! This is Catharine Hay’s voice! There is no mistaking that voice, Philippa. I only wish we might hear Kay laugh again.” They listened entranced, until the lovely voice died away. Then the announcement of dinner forced them to withdraw, reluctantly. A few hours later found them again seated in the radio room, talking. Their conversation was interrupted, for a current was being sent to the house. It proved to be the returns of the Kentucky Derby that Harriette had been calling. Helen Parker, our acknowledged horsewoman, was winning everything from blue ribbons to silver cups. When the connection of the radio was switched for a few moments, Peg said, “Weren’t you surprised to see Mrs. Leah Sturdevant, our zealous Leah Rose, at dinner? She has just returned from Baltimore, where she has been attending the Pan-American Conference of Women. In addition to being a member of this body, she is president of the Women s Federation of Clubs. The conversation was interrupted by a buzzing noise, and when Har­ riette opened the amplifier a familiar voice bellowed forth. It was their Peggy, or, rather, Margaret Boyer, Ph.D., the respected dean of a large college for women. She had received the message that they would be “listening in” about this time, and she had not forgotten her old schoomates, even in her busy hours. She had just finished a lecture on Mo ern Poetry as Compared to the Art of John Milton.” Then she announced mysteriously that she had a surprise for them. Were they surprised. Well, rather, when the familiar voice of Elizabeth Holbrook broke in upon them. She had just won the prize offered to the summer making the best time across Lake Ontario, thus claiming the title °f champion long distance swimmer of America. A buzz and a die roug e contact with Helen Holmes, otherwise known as Holmesie She h distinguished herself writing stories of the rising genera 10n> spending the week-end with Frances Spaulding—was the name Rive . When ; ■. !: ! mf !- 1 c L least one of the class had become purely a business woman. More clicking and buzzing brought Frances Hyla"d’sofv°^^1r°s^e the air. She was well situated in Chicago, as the ow , tQjd shop for individual stationery. Before she st0|?Pe , < a station of them to be sure to listen in for Medora Howard, who had a station her own on her Eastern Oregon ranch. butler, announcing Katherine Just then they were interrupted by a Kerr. We all looked puzzled. “Katherine Kerr, the great actress, the second Jane Cowl—what can she be doing here?” —_ : �Selpt) ic .. -•'! Harriette rose graciously, as a graceful, stunning figure glided through the doorway. ‘How do you do? 1 am quite honored by your visit, Miss Kerr,” she said, extending her hand. “Harriette, don’t call me that. My contract has expired, and I have a glorious two weeks’ vacation before my next production. Call me ‘Kaki’ again,” she pleaded. vj The other three all jumped up and there was much more embracing and excited talk, in which they listened to the story of “Kaki” Overbeck’s thrilling stage career. \ However, the talk led back to the Hall, and Harriette opened the trans­ mitter. Medora’s voice came over the wire, business-like and curt. 5 ;' . . 'A -si l 3 ■ !•; “Hello, everyone; it's very nice of you all to want to hear from me again, but I’m very busy now. 1 got a new herd of prize Guernseys and a new electric tractor, which I must go and investigate. You see, a large ranch like this one keeps me pretty well occupied. Did you hear about Marion Farrell and Frances Cornell? Fran, has a hair dressing parlor in the Fijii Islands, and Marion a school of original dancing in the same place; they are still together. And Janet Griffith—she is the wife of the American Ambassador to Spain. She has a wonderful villa in Madrid and a summer hacienda in South America. Don't you envy her? Then there’s Annabelle Bates, who is Madame de Mortigne, the wife of Cap* tain Mortigne, head of the Boys’ Military Academy at Paris. Quite a few of our girls are living abroad. Personally, I prefer the wheat fields and grazing grounds of Eastern Oregon; and, by the way, I can’t talk any longer; it’s milking time. I’ll ring you again, Harriette. Good-bye.” And the connection was broken. While Harriette was trying to make connections with New York again, she got a call from Texas. It was a state-wide call to arms of the Bu Hu Band, an organization of night riders, who kept things in order down on the border. There was evidently a little trouble down there, and a strangely familiar voice rang out: : i i “All ye members of the Bu Hu Band, upholders of the state and defenders of the Union, assemble at general headquarters of Esther Benson, Chief Whacket, at midnight tonight. To arms! To arms, for the cause of the just!” and the voice ceased. Well, well! spoke up Kaki, “the Benson fighting blood is keep­ ing things in order down in Texas. Pretty plucky of Esther.” Here we are connected with old New York again. I’ll see if I can get Margaret McAlister. You know she has a studio in Greenwich Village, where she designs those very quaint covers for Vogue, Vanity Fair and Harper s Bazaar. It is very interesting.” J �' ■■■■■■■■ 3B c l p Ij i c 31 “Yes,” spoke up Phlip, “I often visit her studio and she always has a crowd of poets and artists around her. What very different lives we all are leading!” “Can’t get her; I guess she’s on her vacation, too,” interrupted Harriette. Virginia Pittock is going to call us on the phone. You knew she’s the Circuit Judge of the city, didn’t you?” asked Peg. “Yes, the others all agreed; “we all voted for her, and how cleverly she handled that last case! The papers all called her the girl Solomon and the Twentieth Century Portia,” ejaculated Phlip. “There she is,” spoke up Harriette. “Are you busy?” “I have a session in two minutes,” came the voice, much deeper and slower than we had remembered Virginia’s to have been, “It’s the case of the eminent New York physician, Virginia Edwards’ husband, You know she has been devoting much of her time to singing at institutions. The case is against the people of Mulligan Alley. It’s a bad district down there, and hard to handle. 1 am going to refresh my brain tonight however, by going to a movie. I always rest my brain that way, and I think I shall take in the play, ‘The Truth About Janet Parker by H. Holmes, with Helen Van de Water in the lead. I hear its'taken the city by storm, She surely is a second Marguerite Clarke. Well, court consummons; I must away, Come in and see me, all of you,” and the nection was cut. “Well, I guess that finishes our phoning,” Peg sighed, and wasn t it nice to hear all of them and to find out what they were doing?” ck ,*® to Poplar Lawns, Long Island. V 1 \ bum; Thank you. “So Frances is in business for herself? Good for her,” said Philippa. usual thorough, scientific “Indeed, yes, and she is doing it in her and she seems like a flower manner,” Peg spoke up. “Her shop is ideal, ; herself among all the lovely things she grows, an y . J an(j either of you read Helen Ernst’s new book on the 1 ^5“'“ animals of the Northland? You know she has ju ^ a sensation extensive trip there. The book is creating qui e et Helen’s as did ‘The Diary of Opal Whitely,’ when we were Juniors at St. Helen Hall. in exclaimed, “I must get back Just then, glancing at her watch, Phhp jn jn the mornmg, to New York before dark, as I leave for^N j P ‘ §may come up again. but I surely have enjoyed this afternoon, Good-bye.” r - r. - ■ �r,, •! dnh& -1 j •v--| 32 3Be l p fj i c £ - £. $ a ':'v •1 •'J ■: KALENDAR. \. - 1 ..* Sfl V " \ : \ - ,i January 30—The new term starts today. We are now looking forward to Easter vacation. And then, after that, good, solid work for every one (especially the Seniors) until June. February 8—Midyear’s dance at the Portland Heights Club. The Japanese decorations were unusually effective. February 12—Lincoln’s Birthday was celebrated by a patriotic pro­ gram in the Study Hall. February 18—Miss Jocelyn Foulkes gave a tea for the Senior Class February 22—Washington's Birthday and a holiday. April 14—The Lenten offering of dresses for Alaskan children was collected. April 16—Easter. April 17—Lent is over and Spring vacation begins. April 24—The return. Some late. Many yawns. April 29—A tea was given for the Senior Class by Mary Helen/ Spaulding. May 2—The Boarders gave a birthday party for Betty Hawkinson, Virginia Edwards and Esther Benson. The table was decorated in lavender. May 13—The Juniors entertained the Seniors at a luncheon at the Waverly Country Club. May 15—-The New Girls entertained for the Old Girls at a newfashioned picnic at the Meyer estate on the Sandy River. �© e l p i) t c ^ ■ • i-l May 26—Ten girls—Pearl Biehn, Elizabeth Hawkinson, Sarah Pea­ body, Edna Ellen Bell, Frances Ford, Frances Cornell, Bess Edwards, Martha Youlden, Le Anna Faurrote and Charlotte Allen—were confirmed this morning. May 27—The Alumnae entertained the Senior Class at a tea. May 29_Exams! A dark blue cloud hangs over the school, envelop­ ing everything and causing every one to walk about with weak knees and hollow eyes. May 30—Decoration Day. Spent in worrying over the exams for next day. June 2—The Annual Spring Musicale was given in the afternoon. Several Seniors made their farewell appearance. This was followed by “She Stoops to Conquer,” a play laid in rural England of the eighteenth century, given by nine of the dramatic stars of the Senior class. June 3—The program of aesthetic dancing given on the lawn in early afternoon was followed by the French play, Bataille de Dames, given by the girls who were so fortunate as to be able to combine dramatic ability with that of speaking French. June 4 Baccalaureate Sunday. The school en masse attended St. The Stephen’s Pro-Cathedral to hear the sermon by Bishop Sumner. The usual bountiful spread o'f Seniors especially were interested, chicken salad, chocolate and strawberry shortcake was enjoyed after the sermon. p June 6—Commencement for the graduating class of twenty six a Trinity Church. The address was given by Bishop Sumner; 9 day in the lives of twenty-six girls. Flowers-mus.c-congratulations. 1 - --- ■ p !■- b V I ! — I I iramattrs On the afternoon of Friday, June 2. She Stoops '^’^hleh is laid presented by nine members of the Senl0^ un^uaiP0pportunities for m England in the eighteenth century, ga . isPtPe cast: quaint costuming and effective staging. Th Philippa Sherman Mr. Hardcastle. Frances Spaulding Mrs. Hardcastle Frances Cornell Marlowe............ ........ Lucy Spittle Hastings ...... m &F.V. Si ft?;: fob m tM BH -> v �JBe1 p fj i c Kate Hardcastle Constance Neville Landlord Maid Tony Lumpkin '' $ v*\ ■ .* :,i i-? j * " - •’*'***’ r • :' I | . • -V.' ■ ■: ^51 i, ..... •:2 ' ; - I:.:—] —[i Esther Benson Muriel Withers Frances Hyland Catharine Hay Helen Parker “Bataille De Dames,” by Scribe and Legouve, was presented by the advanced French classes on the afternoon of June 3. Comtesse d'Autreval. . . . Leonie de Villegontier. . Henri de Flavigneul. . . . Gustave de Grignon. . . . Le Baron de Montrichard Un Dragon...................... Une Domestique............ . . . Virginia Edwards . . . . . .Janet Griffith . . . Harriette Walters . . . Harriet Breyman ........Margaret Boyer ................. Bess Allen Helen Van de Water The Second Uppers presented a charming play on the afternoon of June 5, Six Who Pass While the Lentils Boil,” by Stuart Walker. The Boy............ . ........ Nancy Chipman The Queen............ . .Elaine Strowbridge The Mime............ Margaret Ellen Douty The Milkmaid.... ............. Virginia Zam The Blind Man . , . Phyllis Henningsen The Ballad Singer ............ Mabelle Allen The Headsman. .. . . . .Betty de Pencier The Butterfly. . . . ..Elizabeth St. Clair �Sr5 SSS5*HU®Sta!i-MBI mm ©elpfnc Athbttra March 12—This month the aesthetic dancing classes were organized. I i April 7—The basketball season closed today with the final champion­ ship game between the Juniors and the Uppers. The Juniors won by a score of 18 to 16. This shows that the two teams were well matched. The winning team was presented with the silver cup, which has been coveted by the various teams since 1904. The winning team had for its members Gertrude Shappell, center; Hazelmary Price, side center; Lillian Luders and Margaret Spencer, forwards; Virginia Hull and Gertrude Ireland, guards. On the Upper’s team were Catherine Martin, center; Marjorie Pittock and Betty Sewell, forwards; Izabel Schetky, side center; Mayanna Sargent and Katherine Hennagin, guards. May 12—The Annual Tennis Tournament closed today. Virginia Hull of the Beginners defeated Evelyn Meyer 6-1, 6-1, and was presented the tennis pin by Virginia Edwards. In the Juniors’ match Jean Muir defeated Katherine Hennagin 6-3, 6-1, and the prize, a silver cup, was presented by Analene Cohen, Catherine Martin, champion of the Seniors carried off the laurels and defeated Susabeth Bruce 6-0. �M11 p f) l C ®lj? Jfrral d>ui of fit? Class of ’22 If the ideal girl of the class of ’22 had: ■ : a • .-I ■-! . I' a V'v £ WM . -. - i ■t Si . ■ *33 3-33 33 : Hair like Janet Griffeth’s, Eyes like Charlotte Malboeuf’s, Teeth like Esther Benson’s, A mouth like Virginia Edwards', A nose like Helen Holmes’, The complexion of Margaret Boyer, The hands of Helen Ernst, The feet of Margaret McAlister, The figure of Frances Cornell, The style of Harriet Walters, A voice like Catharine Hay’s, The musical ability of Virginia Pittock-^ The dramatic ability of Leah Rose, The athletic ability of Frances Hyland, The artistic ability of Elizabeth Holbrook, The ability to be a student like Helen Van de Water, The intellect of Catherine Overbeck, The patience of Frances Rose, The sympathy of Muriel Withers, The vivacity of Annabelle Bates, The thoughtfulness of Marguerite Pendergrass, The cleverness of Philippa Sherman, A sense of responsibility like that of Medora Howard, The tact of Frances Spaulding, The charm of Marion Farrell, The disposition of Helen Parker, What a charming girl she would be! �JB elpijic a L 37 ij ©Sff^S T C s VriJMfv Mr. and Mrs. Allen C. Hemphill (Ethelwynne Harris, ’02) are the proud parents of a son, John Harris, born in December. K:nderearten Miss Jane Lowe, who was graduated in 1917 from the Kin & Training Class, was married to Mr. Thomas J. Webb, Apr (Lets Kopiuk.) is bsing c.gr.tul.kd on tbs >M " Lir.to0.'"./! SlS".rd, b, .he ! b. .9,2 .««.* St. Helen’s Hall. the Ambassador Hotel in Eleanor Simpson, ’20, is head designer at Los Angeles. . Chester Kennedy (Eleanor Cram, ’18) announced the Mr. and Mrs. _ birth of their second child, a son, born not long a§ • m6W York. Faith Newton, ’19, is attending Miss Scoydle s school, in; Ne» Captain and Mrs. John Leonard Riddell (Ethel Malp*s, >6) * congratulated on the arrival ot Joan their s®“nporot^ Carpenter, ’21, Those who knew Helen Winter, 21 ’ „ during recess 0ne day were glad to see them when they visited th Fnrnne where she studied a short time ago. Inez Chambers, ’18, who returned from the violin, is now making a tour with the 1 visited the Hall Both Doris Henningsen, ’20, and Elizabeth Kelly, . h f Mrs> Cabell recently and every one was glad to see t e™It was with deep sorrow that we learned of the de.a n (Emily Failing), who was graduated from the Hall Frances Baker, ’20, is a F.resh‘T1|'di^t Kirk’s School, spent the Janice Parker, '21, who is attendi g „rand-daughter of the late Easter vacation with Elizabeth Burroughs, the grand s John Burroughs, the naturalist. . English teacher in the Consuelo McMillan, ’17, is the assistant Johnston, ’19, was the costume mana^wpek_end with us during FebruHazel Fairservice, ’20, spent a sh come back ary. We are always glad to have our ol g �11 n fj t c I 4 4 , - ... _ . •, gs?3 1 iExrltaitgeH ~ * ' * asp.,3 ,.-?d ‘i B "is tr.-r- 3 :1 -kM - j Ult. However, we shall hope to see them all next year. B^ue ^nnt' from the Kathrine Branson School. It PcrLC°meS *u US’ ^ ns much good material, and we hope to see it often. Satura staf^you^mflafl^0"1 St‘ J°hn Baptist’s School, Ralston, N. J. enlarge it and sdn & ZI,ne COntains good material, but why do you not The a ^ eXChange dePartment? We find many^iood™!*1 ^ar^'s Academy, is an interesting number poetry. s 0ries> together with the usual abundance of fine �I ; 3B c l p f) i c f 39 The Washington Seminary “Scroll” comes to us again with a very original number. The idea of publishing a Jester’s Number is unusual and clever. Your athletic and musical notes are full, and worthy of praise. The Free Press is an interesting feature. The Johnannean, from St. John’s School, is deserving of note. We like your book and play reviews, but why not have a larger literary department? St. Katharine’s “Wheel” abounds in good material. “The Gift” is a sweet and well written story. The comments on “The Younger Gener­ ation” are just and perfectly express our sentiments. 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S~lfp: k» ~ f-". ■■■■•-■• ■-■- ■ ■ ---' .. .... : ■' . - ®iii •: ' � Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Oregon Episcopal School Yearbooks Description An account of the resource This is a collection of yearbooks from the Oregon Episcopal School (OES). The bulk of the yearbooks are from St. Helen's Hall, with yearbooks also from the Junior College as well as Bishop Dagwell Hall. The title for the OES yearbook evolved from The Delphic to The Legend-Delphic. The title for the Junior College Yearbook was The Scintilla. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Oregon Episcopal School Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Oregon Episcopal School Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1921-1923; 1931-1995 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource All rights are reserved by Oregon Episcopal School. Language A language of the resource English Type The nature or genre of the resource Yearbooks Conforms To An established standard to which the described resource conforms. Describing Archives: A Content Standard (DACS) Extent The size or duration of the resource. 85 Medium The material or physical carrier of the resource. bound volumes Subject The topic of the resource Students Junior colleges Junior college students High school student activities Student activities Student publications Teachers Text A resource consisting primarily of words for reading. Examples include books, letters, dissertations, poems, newspapers, articles, archives of mailing lists. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre Text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Extent The size or duration of the resource. 1 Medium The material or physical carrier of the resource. bound volume Title A name given to the resource The Delphic - Commencement 1922 Subject The topic of the resource School yearbooks Students Student activities Student publications Teachers Description An account of the resource This is one of the oldest OES yearbooks, dated 1922. The yearbooks were published annually after 1925. Yearbooks from 1921-1968 were known as The Delphic and were created by St. Helen's Hall students attending in their high school years. St. Helen's Hall was an all-girls school that pre-dated Oregon Episcopal School. In 1969, the yearbook evolved into The Legend-Delphic with the addition of Bishop Dagwell Hall and male student attendees. After 1986 the yearbook branding begins to singularly list "OES" with a few volumes referencing "The Delphic" or "The Legend Delphic". Yearbooks helped to chronicle the school year's events and activities, in addition to listing each student and staff member. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Oregon Episcopal School Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1922 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource All rights are reserved by Oregon Episcopal School. Language A language of the resource English Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context oes_delphic_commencement1922-compressed.pdf School yearbooks; Students; Student activities; Student publications; Teachers http://archive.oes.edu/files/original/c5203e947b09c919d6c0833368264428.pdf cb86c5f5d470099bf382bdfc21b609c9 PDF Text Text !v : i- \ ' t, > : •• ’ ■; ; . ! '1 ! ■ ■ ’•* i ; ■' -K . ■ .! . . . . . • ^ -i i |pf^ i I# ty % • ■ . Hiita I Ifr : ■ ’■. �•: ®1 S " ■ ■ \X; ifrm ! ' *- >! nii 1? v‘1 * ii-W. I'Or *£ ; yk\M. fOs*, t, i ' • ■ -•* ym im* i : > \j BfiJ#;:’;Mi -Mi i :• 5 >• L |f| ;• ;v-;V:v . j. ? fi if , ; 4 M. •.: n. ■ ■ ' ■mm - M'-MM.r ;.'M l //f . '.i f;l i'jj % i ni ■ . : Ml. ■ UliH- i-M-P : ; ( ■M yy t fA ■r* I Vi : :Mr ■ i. i, • .•}••••• ifi MUJ p- a.| ; fill I I ■«i siipiwf liftiWg.. !! .! iiii i mil is ■- '. - f f li«P m V < 8* ; i >K .r , ' \ ■ ; f K. 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/ebbb062bd1fab04e2622deca5b4dd98e.pdf 4510b2e589eafcb6ab0d36ff1ec986b8 PDF Text Text rs SKBC3S*—'‘ ■■-:• ■ '■"■.'-CT5l5i»>.-. i . <-a -- 1 (swas? :r.~V-:i- �msmmmEssg& ‘*7i: - • E ■wj'.r ■»»?*••.;><■»>’• !»oh*T''>« -: -c“i sasoas •jSiVifffWER " ��I �Srlyhir ^taff Edilor-in-Chief Edna Ellen Bell Literary Editor Roberta Douty Assistant Herary Editor Elizabeth Bradley K ale ndar Old Girl Notes (Mary Ray Fraley JRutn Wonacott Catherine West Art (Isabel Johnson |Mildred Vaughan Exchanges (Isabel Schetky \ Henrietta Wkite Athletics Susabetii Bruce Business Managers - (Katherine Hart lIrene Brix Advertising Managers (Dorothy Mielke ^Virginia Fenton �•41 CONTENTS Page Class of 1924. . 5-10 Editorials 11-15 Class History The Ideal Girl of the Class of 1924. Class Will Class Prophecy A Categorical Story The Midnight Watch > The City of Dreams, The Last Cabollero Three Up and One to Go. And Thieves Are Not What They Seem, Acquiring An Artistic Temperament. On Writing a Description, The Art of Conversation...., Cramming for Examinations. Athletics Old Girl Notes Kalendar Exchanges Fun Column Advertisements 47-56 �SMBS'1. <•*> '• ! pr;i vl ! i f tH •_.t S3i t ■ d . ' i J fiq * l Delphic is published twice during the school year. All students should subscribe. Literary communications should be addressed to the Editor-in-Chief; business letters and subscriptions to the Musi ness Manager. i {C Subscription, $1.00 a year. --- ~i I / VOL. 2 COMMENCEMENT, 1924 NO. 6 S3 t»e* i ■ ; /:! [CT:! II; [rr--* I i i �& ROBERTA DOUTY Glee Club President Senior Class Literary Editor Delphic “She bore a mind lhal envy could not but call fair” IRENE BRIX President Senior Council Vice President Senior Class Glee Club Delphic Staff “And those about her shall read the perfect ways of honor” CATHERINE WEST Secretary-Treasurer of Class Glee Club Delphic Staff “Signs of nobleness like stars shall shine on all deservers” ) KATHARINE HART Glee Club Delphic Staff "Her words do show her zvil incomparable’11 ANNIE ELLEN LaMOREE Glee Club “Frame your mind to mirth and merriment, which bars a thou­ sand harms and lengthens life” EDNA ELLEN BELL Editor-in-Chief Delphic Glee Club “A maid of grace and majesty complete” ■ >* �Ok �r : r< �than many others our innermost thoughts. Like other classes and like other girls we went through our first three years of high school with practically no cares. We laughed, played, and sang away that time with few thoughts for the morrow. We worked, yes, or we would not have finished those three years. But can such work ever these "some” be the “true daughters of St. Helen’s?” I doubt it. Work compare with that done during our last year? Perhaps for some. But can during this time was work for ourselves, but now in our last year it is “non nobis solum.” It is hard to realize that such a marked change can occur in so short a time, but it does. At the very end of our third year we begin ■ ' �..v . t- * ; \ 12 \ • i -i V ! M i i ;-U.1 ! Oihr ©ratnrial CErnttral rj w&i 1 * ggj irr-1 ——; . j -i . U ] • S i> i ;t li x r to realize that the following will be different, but how? It is hard to ex­ plain just how because one feels it inwardly and such feelings are hard to express. While we were still struggling toward that final goal, we looked up to the mighty Seniors as beings on an entirely different plane. They towered above us all, and although we feared them, at the same time we admired them and longed for the day when we might attain that same high pedestal and shine forth as Seniors. The day arrived, and we have now accomplished our ambition. How hard it is not to waver! How hard it is to keep to the straight and narrow path ! Duties are thrust upon us that take all the joy out of being a shining light These responsibilities arc not just our own, but are those of the school in general, and therefore of the classes and of the girls to follow us. And when we have accomplished our problems, which indeed are many, what satisfaction it is to know that it is well done. What satisfaction then it is, to be on our high pedestal, conspicuous, shining lights, examples to be fol­ lowed by the younger girls. Not until then can we say with perfectly free consciences that we arc striving for others and not for ourselves alone; and not until then do we realize that even after attaining the Senior goal, there is yet that more perfect goal: to work for others, and to be an example for others to follow. What better motto is there then than “Non Nobis Solum,” not for ourselves alone ? i- I- **rsLum.J T HE Constitution of the United States! What thrills such an utterance should awake in the heart of any true, red-blooded American. It means to citizens of the United States, the embodiment of all that unites these forty-eight states; the life of the American nation, which has stood the test of time; and all that upholds justice in this land of the free. Such a statement as made above should indeed demand an explanation. Many people know little of our government, except that it has a Congress and a President, and few realize the power, the strength and the greatness of the Constitution of the United States. Thus Martin Wade, a staunch upholder of our government, felt a desire to spread the knowledge of our government foundation, and from this thought came the act, and thus com­ menced the Oratorical Contests. School pupils knew little of this precious document and its resources, so Mr. Wade conceived the idea of spreading his thought through them. So, throughout the entire United States, students studied, thought, and read numerous books pertaining to any of’ six sub­ jects, each regarding the Constitution, although certain men, such as Lincoln, and Washington, might be used, together with the study of the Constitution! Indeed yes, studies were neglected and grades lowered, but how much good did this brief study on their country’s government do them? How hard they worked, taking notes, weary trips to the library on a day when the out- �S * l p 1) i r 13 doors tempted one, studying, planning and finally composing WORK—but also a pleasure. Finally, when all the orations were completed, that is written and memorized, they were given, The whole contest was merely a process of elimination. Judges presiding at each contest and orations counting fifty per cent for the oration and fifty per cent on the delivery. The eliminations started first in the class rooms. So that the readers may have a clearer picture of the process, I shall take their school, St. Helen’s Hall, as an ex­ ample. Each English class chose three representatives who prepared their orations and gave them for their own classes, the class acting as judge and choosing the most worthy orator. From this, each representative from the class met together and with eminent men as judges presiding, was chosen the school representative. This was a scene of great rejoicing. How hard the chosen member must work, improving yet more her oration and studying harder on the manner of her delivery. But before the next finals, which were those of the private schools, came the awarding of the medals. This was an exciting event. Two of the orators gave their speeches, and Bishop Sumner presented each one with a prize, which was a beautiful bronze medal, and a certificate of merit. Conflicting emotions no doubt filled the orator’s heart then—nervousness and fear, yet happiness and the flush of success. Each person who competed was awarded a certificate of merit. In the meantime, the public schools were going through the same process and their final was held before the private school final. It was interesting, so very interesting, and any interested spectator felt the thrill and emotions that must be playing in each orator’s heart. Everyone of the speeches fired each person present to be more patriotic citizens. At the end all awaited eagerly the decision of the judges, and a boy, a splendid speaker, was de­ clared the winner and awarded twenty-five dollars. The second prize winner won fifteen dollars, while the third obtained ten. Again we turn to the private school finals. Excitement, and a tense spirit prevaded the Hall. Each person in turn drew a number by chance, no one knowing when he should speak and all sitting on the stage, facing the audience. The experience gave one self-control and poise, but oh, the ner­ vousness, the fear of faltering in one’s speech, and the relief when it was over. A girl was declared the winner in the final, obtaining twenty-five dol­ lars and the right to compete in the state finals. The second prize winner, who tied with the winner on the first ballot of the judges, was presented with fifteen dollars, while the third winner a splendid speaker, received ten dol­ lars. Throughout the entire United States these contests were being con­ ducted. Thus for Southern Washington and Oregon came representatives from nine zones, each one having survived the foregoing eliminations. Crowds thronged to the state finals, and it thrilled a listener even more to hear the wonderful messages given by these youthful orators. A boy was awarded the prize of two hundred and fifty dollars with traveling expenses paid to and from Los Angeles—a prize indeed worthy of merit. This young orator will represent the Pacific Coast in the finals held at Los Angeles, May 16, �r~ ■SS*** r * ■ ! 14 \ U: 4:\ A ! 1 u: .. m 0 * I J1 I) t r 1924, and all the Pacific Coast hopes to hear that their speaker shall win out so that he may compete at Washington, D. C, in June, before the President of the United Stales, it will surely be an honor. But although all the speak­ ers could not survive the eliminations because they were not gifted as much as others, yet they can feel that the effort was not lost, for they know more of the government of their United States, its strength and durability, their rights and privileges, and the history of the greatest country in the world. The contest has spread a wonderful influence, not only among students, but among parents and thousands of others, who now feel more keenly alive to the thrill and the meaning of the words—“The Constitution of the United States”—and its great possibilities not only for the present generation, but for all that may follow. ; • tlilir ©mum Srluml Hill I ' WBR’ii . L-i DECISION of national importance has recently been handed down by . . tIl,c l "'te(1 Slales district Court in Oregon which is of special interest to mends of _t, Helen’s Hall. There was enacted under the initiative in 1922, a bill for the amendment of our compulsory education law making it necessary for every child between the ages of eight and sixteen years, unless ic had completed the eight primary grades to attend the public schools. * '-\«-n went so far as to proclaim failure or negligence to send a u ' o t e puohc school, a misdemeanor, and to make each day’s absence a seperate offense. Under these provisions the attendance of St. Helen's Hall would have been vcry materially decreased. But further concern over the matter is institution ti unncccssaO ^or two private schools, one a Roman Gitnolic institution, the other a mthtary school for boys, brought suit against the stale to enjoin it from enforcing the law. A decision has j'ust been rendered, favorable to the private schools. that the i i °l)"1'on- Judge Wolverton announced schools of their‘constiTutfonar"1"1 US aulhority in del)riving the Private ; state will doubtless carry the ^ tCaCh the grammar grades. The final adjudication, but in as much as th ^ .Un.,t.ed ,States Supreme Court for that in a case whirl? i , ,aS 11C pnnciPle in the case is the same as ndentiye^cVumf’thTde-r * ^ a year ago, we conof our District Court will be confirmed. i -■•i : S3 I y-. '.-j f £3 'r---- (EnntPstH ^ ’V: • year we have lried°for "the°^Col^Tn1 ^ ,S° many co,uests- Every This year, we were asked to ont ,°nia Dau&hter’s Medal, but that was all. work, especially on the Seniors ^ iree °thers‘ Of course, it has been hard even though we don’t win R ^ ^1° ai”f prefsed for time as it is, but to enter, P endid thing, not only for the student, but 1 ■ . �B r l ji ii i r for the school. We hope that next year there will be the same contests to enter, so that we may try again for the prize. One of these contests was that held by the Illinois Watch Co., of Spwngficld, 111. This company offered a beautiful bronze medal to the student who wrote the best essay on Lincoln. Only one medal was given to each city and much to our delight, the medal for Portland was won by one of our own Seniors, Mildred Vaughan, who had competed against the other high schools of Portland. Another contest that we entered was that sponsored by the National Chemical Society of America. The six winners of the national prize receive a scholarship to either Vassar or Yale. There were also $20 gold pieces awarded to the different states. In our school, only the science classes entered. Although we received no honors, next year, with more fervour we will try again. The third contest was the Oratorical Contest, which was sponsored by The Portland Telegram, and has been written of elsewhere. The last one is the Colonial Daughters’ essay contest. This year, the three subjects which we were to choose from were, “The Mayflower Compact,’ “Washington’s Farewell Address,” and "Magna Charta.” For the previous four years we have won a medal and we hope to do the same again. �B j? i p 1? i r lijistury of tI|F (Hlass at 1024 HE highway of knowledge has been trod by many feet in attempting to climb its arduous heights. Some reach the eminence by plodding along slowly and deliberately ; others start out running are soon too tired to continue and drop by the way to rest and some reach the heights by diligent steady work. Four years ago, a group of girls started together on this steep and narrow highway in a common search for the State of Perfect Understand­ ing. In passing through the City of Personal Experience, they found that they had much to learn for they were young, irresponsible, timid, and afraid of the world outside their vision, believing trouble and responsibility to be only for other people. The road was rocky; the scenery often brown and depressing and the girls were very discouraged for they found that to reach their goal they not only had to pass through the awful Swamp of Books, but also to climb the mountain of Personal Responsibility. For a year they drifted on the stream of indifference and floundered in the slough of In­ decision. Then before them they saw the spires of the city called Organiza­ tion After many efforts they finally reached its gales They entered and found that now, before they went further on their way they must find a leader to help them. As their main guide they chose Nina de Pcncier. Roberta Douty, who had been traveling along the road for five years before tlie other climbers commenced their journey, was assistant guide and Edith Bain was holder of the common purse and recorder of events. They found the road smoother and travelling easier with someone to lead them and to show them the less difficult paths. The travellers were then numerous, but many were weakened by the long marches, and dropped out. 1 here were some, however, that kept on. Edna Ellen Bell, Elizabeth Bradley, Elsie Colvin, Virginia Fenton, Mary Ray Fraley, Annie Ellen LaMoree, Mildred Vaughan, Dorothy Mielke, Catherine West and the three leaders of the company travelled on to the second year of the pilgri­ mage in spite of the rocky road and the many difficulties which arose. Then after a sojourn of several months in the land of Summer Vacation, the travelers7 afa,n resumed their 'vay refreshed with renewed vigor for they had been joiner y another pilgrim, Susabeth Bruce. The road was smoother and the travelers found pleasure in plodding along over the hills and through the vales, the third year of their journey was less difficult and they reached the solid.. ground in ^lc Swamp of Books. They found the passage was not so penous as they had thought and they began to laugh at the difficulties that encumbered them. Four worthy travelers joined them — Ruth Wonacott, Isobel Johnson, Katherine Hart, and Florence Volstorff. The main guide and the worthy holder of the the nilfrrime ^TT” T™ became wearied at the slow mode of travel that them to he S at' f P* different »ad' which they believe would get hTthel T V UnderstandinS s°oner. The band regretted this, T ■ , ; 1 i- i i. -cr-Ji vfeq ' 1 : ! sa ■vvl waiting to take mrtheTespon^nititr degree f°r there We''C °the‘'S rheKuaidttCa,thf’iClewaS raiSCd t0 leader and Irene Brix was made assistant gu.de, Cathenne West was chosen unanimously as holder of the purse and soon proved to all, that their trust had been rightly placed. �’iw3r« j/ • I [ 3 e l p 1} i r r: 17 At the end of their third year of travel, they passed through the bypath of pleasure which was easier and made their passage more enjoyable. They stopped several places along the way, once for the Junior-Senior Luncheon, the Commencement Exercises with Baccalaureate Sermon, and the Senior Prom. On this path they came in closer contact with some other travelers who had had a years start. When they resumed their way on the main highway, they found them­ selves on the last lapse of their long and tedious journey. They were joined at the beginning of that year by Isabel Schetky, who had traveled the same paths for a number of years, but had just doubled her pace to catch them. It was a changed group that took up their packs and resumed their journey to reach the State of Perfect Understanding, then in sight. They were competent, tireless and older in all their ways, and they started out to reach, with success, the top of the Mountain of Personal Responsibility where the state which they sought was to be found. The duties that came were different from any they had met before on their way, but each one that they met, they passed without difficulty. Until at last after four beautiful years of traveling in the valleys and over the mountain tops, through green trees and over the rocks, they reached the end of their long journey only to find there was more to be attained by continuing on to a higher plane. The Heights of a College Education : ;• rl EL'- I. QJlir Jitral (Strl nf thr (Class nf 1924 When these Seniors Of St. Helen’s Hall Do leave us soon For good and all. We’ll remember each Not by her name But by the thing Which won her fame. Isobcl Johnson for her refinement. Isabel Schctky for her smile. Catherine West for her domesticity. Susabeth Bruce for her figure. Virginia Fenton for her ideals. Katharine Hart for her poise. RobertaDouty for her personality. Annie Ellen La Moree for her sense of humor. Ruth Wonacott for her scholarship. Elizabeth Bradley for her gentle disposition. Mary Ray Fraley for her readiness to oblige. Edna Ellen Bell for her sportsmanship. Mildred Vaughan for her industry. Irene Brix for her voice. Elsie Colvin for her agreeable disposition. Dorothy Mielke for her artistic talents. Florence Volstorff for her athletic ability. * ... - i ri r II- U 1:1 !£■ IT, . �1 )i 18 °*rr- 0 r l p 1) t r r (Elaas Will 3 d ■ VVY L, the class ol 1924, of St. Helen’s Hall, considering the uncertainty of this transitory life, being of sound mind and memory, do hereby, individually and collectively, make, publish, and declare this to be our last Will and Testament, hereby revoking all former Wills by us made: Firstly: We direct that our memory shall be cherished, loved and hon­ ored with proper regard for our exalted position in life and the fame we have brought the school. s ei Secondly: We direct that our executors hereinafter named, as soon as they have sufficient maturity of mind and courage of heart, console our friends left in the school and carry out our requests: Thirdly: We give and bequeath to the School that wonderful array of shining lights known as the Junior Class who think themselves gems because they are set in their ways. Also all English Essays, treatises, pamphlets and Burkes speech on Conciliation with America” we give, devise and bequeath, sgV and convey directly to the Juniors. Fourthly : To the Sophomore Class we bequeath all Latin, such as gram­ mar, composition. Caesar, and Cicero, together with our sympathy and good . will. i Fifthly: We individually bequeath as follows: I, Mildred Vaughan, leave my timidity and girlish blushes to Mar­ jorie Mariner. r . I. Edna Ellen Bell, do hereby leave my stately dignity to Blanche Lichty, knowing that it will become her greatly. j Sfirrj §1 m' r:■ . 1, Isabel Schetkv, do bequeath to any nightingale, my beautiful singing voice. l Irene Brix, leave my presidency of the Senior Council to Catherine Martin, knowing that she will be well adapted to the position. I, Isobel Johnson, will allow anyone who so desires the privilege to assume my throne as “Queen of Dimples.” T, Elizabeth Bradley, leave my unempeachable integrity to whoever may feel herself sliding from grace. I, Ruth Wonacott, leave my mathematical ability to Cecily Applegath. I, Annie-Ellen La Moree, do bequeath to Bernice Congleton my unfailing source of good nature, as she will need it to carry her through Senior trials. i �3 e l p 1) i r I, Roberta Douty, leave my graceful posture while on my equestrian steed to Mayanna Sargent. I, Dorothy Mielke, do gracefully bestow upon Lilias Peltier my artistic temperament. I fg 1, Catherine West, leave to Mary Louise Coulter my quiet, sim­ ple, modest, unassuming ways, with a hope that she will find them useful. m & I, Susabeth Bruce, with my colleague, Elsie Colvin, bequeath my love for “tripping the light fantastic” to Marie Haines and Doris Wade. m. I, Florence Volstorff, bequeath to the unfortunate one, Marjorie Pittock, my physics notebook. I, Katharine Hart, the modern Shakespeare, wish to bestow upon Muriel Barde my elevating manner, knowing that she needs it badly. I, Virginia Fenton, wish to leave to each member of the Fresh­ man Class my everlasting smile and the art of a perpetual con­ versationalist. I, Mary Ray Fraley, leave my obliging nature to Henrictte White, hoping she will profit by the samc. : (Signed) (Approved) Edna Ellen Bell Roberta Douty Elizabeth Bradley i I 0V f-\-l m r r-v ' < m ■f- •5 B B j H as M a I ■ m i i 1 �t 0 r l ji 1) t r 20 -. (EUtas ^ropltpry ;V'- §PJI ! .74 1— j 'tl £3 Lr-'-i a m2 i 43£3 iJJ . ; 3; WJ -1 £3 . ' ' "C OR many days I bad been exploring the ruins of Ancient Greece, the Acro•F polis at Athens, and various cities and temples throughout the land. At last I had come to the age-old city of Delphi and was investigating the ruins of the famous temple of Apollo, which once had served as a treasure-house of worldly goods given in the service of the gods. I wandered about, imag­ ining the place in its old glory; the beautiful temple, the fields where the Pythian games were held, the Oracle, and the priests and priestesses. Stories of consultations with the Oracle kept running through my head; I thought of Giaucus and how the Oracle had told him it was as bad to have tempted the god as it would have been to have done the evil deed; I thought of Croesus and how the Oracle had warned him of the destruction of a great empire should he attack the Persians, and 1 remembered that, in truth, his own great empire had been destroyed, not Persia. Before me rose up the great and beautiful temple built in the prime of Greek civilization. 1 entered between the tall Greek columns, aweinspired by the beauty ol it. and by the sense of the mystic which pervaded the atmosphere. The beautiful white m-rble gleamed in the half-light of the late afternoon, and every one of the perfect statues seemed alive, a diety beckoning me within. As in a dream. I walked on, and found myself before the dazzling golden statue of the Pythian Apollo. Silent I stood, and then a happy thought entered my head. “Why should not 1 consult the Delphic Oracle and learn of all the girls for whom I had been feeling so lonesome, and about whom 1 had been wondering constantly during my travels. 1 hurried on to the center of the temple where there was a deep, hollow cavern with a narrow entrance which exuded a strange, intoxicating vapor, Coming toward me was a priestess who explained that she was the Pythia through whom Apollo gave his divine messages. When I told what I de­ sired, she said that I might have a consultation in return for fifty cows, four­ teen golden goblets, one purple robe, a sewing machine, and a stick of pep­ permint candy. “Thou must attend closely,” said the Pythia as she ordered the tripod to be brought and placed over the crevice, “for we close promptly at the ringing of the first bell at half after five, and even now it waxeth nigh unto that hour. She ascended the tripod, and as the heavy, pungent odors enveloped her, she passed into a divine frenzy “Attend ye!” warned the August Presence.' “I tell of that which is, has een and sha 1 be. I clarify the past, elucidate the present, and prophecy the future. I tell now of the maidens graduating from St. Helen's Hall in the year 1924. • u , .? Icaves fT th;EachTeis S are those on whom you ponder. ards iLrPwi°Wn W?' and ,CaCh 'S 3 lrue claughter of the ideals and stand­ ards impressed upon her in her youthful school days Many are the fields in which they serve, and now shall I tell you of each of them.” -+&tm �r 32&&lE2£^Zsa*~e*-x. ZJ B33 S * l ji If 11 £ 21 The Realm of Literature has called one of your number, Isabel Schetky, whose contributions to the world of writing, have been great, as well as original. Aesop, from across the Styx, must envy his rival writer of fables, who has put before the world, in her clever moralistic tales, great, over­ powering truths of which people have hitherto been ignorant. Those who adopt these noble maxims, so forcefully illustrated in her practical tales, can­ not help but have the purest and noblest lives ahead of them. Hearken unto these illustrious proverbs, so universal in their application: “It’s a long road that spoils the broth”, “A rolling stone has no turning”; Too many cooks wait for no man”; “Don’t count your chickens that wear a crown”; “All work and no play killed a cat”;; One swallow docs not flock together.” Isabel has benefitted the whole world by these noble writings, and surely deserved the Di Lemna prize, awarded her last year, for the worst book of the year. Mary Ray Fraley has become a great singer and composer, in spite of all obstacles, having overcome her voice. "That Schoolgirl Complexion,” in B natural, and “Two-In-One,” a song in which her talent shines, are among the most popular of her compositions. Catherine West has been serving in the field of science and has pro­ duced many remarkable inventions for humanity’s betterment. She has pro­ duced the popular delicacy which is such a favorite item on every fashionable menu—the blue and gold radish. A great boon to the student is the day which Catherine has evolved, containing enough hours to devote to each sub­ ject the length of time considered necessary by the teacher. Irene Brix has become a great legislator, and has just achieved the pin­ nacle of fame for two great measures she is even now introducing. One is a remarkable traffic law, which should relieve congestion in every city; it states that when two vehicles approach each other, each should stop until the other has passed. Her other measure is to promote international peace, and has gained a just amount of praise in all the civilized nations. As soon as there is another war, Irene will call upon each soldier in the service, convince him of the error of war, and then direct him to his home. All she needs is an opportunity to demonstrate her practical theories. Virginia Fenton is a great club woman, and has promoted many new societies. She is chief advisor for the Mu Kau Mu, and a member of the Board of Directors of Eta Bita Pi. She has put herself into every one, and consequently has to stand twice to make a shadow. Mildred Vaughan is a great reformer; in this capacity, her naturally aggressive nature has been a great help. She has revised the classics so that any high school student can translate Caesar, Virgil, Herodotus, Plato, Burke, or the jokes in Puck with little difficulty. It is a noble calling to pave the pathway of learning for those who follow in our footsteps, but this revision of the classics is a reform that has been needed ever since the introduction of popular education. Mildred is now in the South Sea Islands, selling lamps to the natives as lights to their intellectual darkness. Roberta Douty has gone into the advertising field and edits a “threetimes-daily” want-ad newspaper which is circulated to all corners of the globe. A few extracts from this great medium will show its beneficial nature: “For Wife ' �/ SI '! *?5 , 523 t i f S3 &■} ■V i S3 1 h ' S3 r h ■ i 52 m cwsb.-i L m 22 i e 1 ft 1) i r caie: One brand new, second-hand automobile; has four wheels, rear seat, ermine steering gear and axle; many conveniences seldom found; top bottom, inside 'outside and brake." "Wanted : Room for two young men, 20 feet long and 50 feet wide " “Trade: One good Saturday night date for ditto Friday n 8 Dorothy Meilkc has become a splendid commercial artist for one of our large'firms Her artistic tasks arc to paint stripes on zebras; put seeds in rasp­ berries- pin leaves on trees and sharpen blades of grass. The advance of this day over that of a generation ago is proved by such forward steps in commcrcial practices, Dorothy is working hard on some labor-saving devices; she always was good at saving labor, , . . . Hand-in-hand with the commercial artist is working the utilitarian, Elsie Colvin, who supplies our fundamental needs — blacksmithing, dressmaking and piano-tuning. She is now working on a size three shoe to fit a size seven foot. If she can accomplish this, all civilization will recognize her for her great worth — the saviour of women’s vanity. Elizabeth Bradley is now known as the Sly Slcuthcss, for she has achieved very creditable results as a detective, It is said that if she but has the name, description and present location of a criminal, with the help of a mere taxi and a trilling cohort of policeman, she can trace and capture the most elusive malefactor, She has also deduced the formula for curly hair and donated it to mankind. Katharine Hart and Annie Ellen La Morce really did carry out their promises to be old maids, You may find them in a charming white cottage on Long Island; a cottage with iis quaint old-fashioned garden and wistaria climbing over the doorway. Katharine is a philanthropist, and has done much charitable work. She is responsible for the establishment of moving picture theatres for the blind, the management of concerts for the deaf, and the establishment of a pet hospital, where especial attention is paid to teachers pets. Annie Ellen is an agriculturalist. She can be hired at a reasonable rate to dig up peas, beans, cucumbers and the like, in order to determine whether or not they have sprouted. She is especially clever at locating cut-worms, which she trains as household pets, for which there is a great popular demand at present Susabeth Bruce is a very busy person, as she serves a variety of occupateions She sorts holes in a doughnut factory, and runs a dyeing and cleaning establishment in connection with her modern undertaking parlors, In her spare time* she puts the ham in hammers. Isobel Johnson, following her earlier tendencies, has become a great athlete. I know7 you will not be surprised at this, for outdoor sports was always her long run. She has won the bean-bag contest at the Olympic games, which is a great credit to her early training. It is rumored that she has completed the walking tour from Fifth and Morrison to Sixth and Alder streets, but this is only rumor, and sounds improbable. Florence Volstorff edits a query department for one of the newspapers with great success. She can inform you through her column on how to keep peas on your knife; how to make money; what time to have five o’clock tea, and what to serve; where you would be if you stood behind yourself, and what other metals besides china arc under the ground. i I �£1 ? I p 1} i r 23 Ruth Wonacott has achieved distinction through designing millinery. She has several charming models to her credit. There is one fetching hat for picnicing, decorated with alternate layers of cream, brick cheese, postage stamps and bonbons. Another model for those contemplating a sojourn to the desert, is a little tub-shaped affair, which is all embracing; it may be worn upside down, wrong side out, or wrong side before, with equal charm and comfort. The trimming is detachable and is a perfect dream, as well as being most practical, for it may be used as a washcloth, toothbrush, or water canteen. Edna Ellen has been editor of the Pacific Monthly for a number of years. She has proved most efficient, and keeps the whole organization running very smoothly — so smoothly, in fact, that that worthy periodical is issued twice a month, in order to keep the staff sufficiently busy. “All these have b. and the voice of the Oracle gradually died away as a bell rang. The Pythia abruptly rushed over and said that since it was five-thirty, the propheteer could tell no more that day, and swiftly she ran into the interior of the temple. 1 started to follow, but the temple melted away in thin air, with its statues and treasures, and 1 dreamily realized that I was but standing by a rocky crevice in the side of the mountain, and that I must return quickly to my friends. My sadness at the disappearance of the fanciful temple, was lost in my delight at hearing of the girls from St. Helen’s Hall, and I knew that the glories of the past, even though faded away, enriched our present, and I was happy, lost amid old associations and friendships that Time can never drive away. Ideli.e Egbert. ^2 m 55 1 Im 8 m . �r •; A ... i r l p Ij i r 24 (3 ' ! :~ ;... . j ..I a .11 Wil J LITERARY , ■' A (Eatrynnral Isdurij -••J . {• ' 1 --'•i m r- s I- J m n B •K & h "Music hath charms to sooth the savage breast.” This may be true allegorically but not categorically, especially when the aforesaid savage is trying to make up about three nights sleep in one to the tune of “Fortv-ninc Cats Sitting On a Fence.” Have you ever been awakened in the dead of night, from a sound sleep, or worse still, in the middle of an extremely interesting dream, by an unearthly howl from the regions of the back yard? You wonder sleepily whether the entire household is being murdered outright, or whether it is only the fire-engine going by. You decide that if it is the former you had better descend by the fire-escape immediately, if you wish to save your life, but on second thought you conclude that it might be wiser not to venture one hundred and fifty pounds out on so unsafe a structure. Tf it should be a fire, you think it might be a good idea to determine its whereabouts, in case it is your own humble shelter ablaze, in which event, the fire-escape would be inevitable. While you are still undecided as to the proper course of action to be pursued under these circumstances, and are trying to summon up the neces­ sary courage required to quit your warm bed and cross the cold floor to the still colder haven of the window curtains where you may look for the steal­ thy form of the murderer or the bright glare of the fire, another and more unearthly yell breaks the quiet of the night. Indeed, so unearthly is it that you at once decide your bed is a very nice place in which to remain. As yet your sleep-befogged brain has not fully comprehended the identity of the disturber of the peace. Then you hear some one in the next room getting out of bed, and you perceive that your first theory is entirely wrong. Nevertheless, when you hear the window go up, you congratulate yourself on the fact that your second theory is correct if your first is not, and are just I �I w 53 e l p 1) i r f 25 opening your lips to inquire where the fire is, what place is burning, and if it is a very bad conflagration, when there comes to your ears the sound of some hard object, probably a boot, hitting the back fence. Pop! Your sec­ ond theory has gone to pieces. Then the window goes down, and you hear the bed creak as its owner once more prepares to slumber. You turn over, pull the covers up higher, and do likewise. But you forget that the missile your neighbor directed at the invisible foe hit the fence instead of the said foe. If you arc labouring under the delusion that the enemy has gone for good you are soon undeceived. Yeow—ow—ow! Again and yet again it pierces your dreams. In desperation you remember the smooth round stones you brought triumphantly home only that night for your Chinese lily to rest in. You leap from your downy couch, and, regardless of cold floors, start across the room to get the stones, trusting to your intimate knowledge of the whereabouts of each particular piece of furniture not to stub your toe. However, in the course of your wild journey across the interminable space you come to the conclusion that you are not as wise as you thought you were, and vow that the first thing you will do, when you have time, will be to move about half the furniture into the basement. Needless to say, you never find yourself equal to parting with any of it, and thus it remains, But, to return, you are positive you put the stones on the small table by the window. On at length arriving there, minus no small amount of skin from the various portions of your anatomy, the result of coming into violent contact with nearly every inanimate object in the room, you are unable to locate your weapons. Desperately you grope your way to the light switch, falling over something which feels suspiciously like the object of your search, After a prolonged hunt for the switch you at last find it, and when the light is on, observe the missing projectiles scattered about the floor. By this time, the cal’s chorus together with your anything but noisless search, has awakened the whole household. They inquire, from the refuge of their respective doorways, if the feline symphony is not sufficient music (?) without their being forced to listen to a midnight circus parade. You acidly reply that you are trying to find something with which to stop the scranaders' once and for all, as no one else seems capable of doing it, and much ruffled in spirit, put out the light, and once more wend your perilous way through the maze of chairs and tables to the window to open fire. Your first shot goes far astray, as does your second and third. Muttering maledictions on the heads of all the cats for the next three generations, you take careful aim, and realizing that this, your fourth and last shot, must tell, you fire. Alas, your shot tells only too well! Crash! Tinkle! Your next door neighbor’s kitchen window breaks into a thousand pieces. The cats flv. At last the enemy is routed! You stand for a moment looking at vour handiwork, while from the hall comes a chorus of ‘I told you so’s.’ Realizing that the longer you stay there the more liable you are to be caught, you crawl into bed disgusted with everything and everybody, and vowing eternal enmity to the entire feline species, until at last you fall asleep to dream of a score or more of cats chasing you down the street hurling pieces of glass and stones at you, and crying exultantly, “I told you so!” Isabel Schetky, ’24. �; s. f ‘ 26 ) f. 3 V : S3 . I v -- : -j r.'~ : 0 r l p Ij i r GIlj? iHiiungljt IMatrlj 1 It was nine o’clock at Deaclman’s Hollow, and wc were all gathered around the camp fire telling ghosts stories, Deadman’s Hollow was the finest place in the world for ghost stories with the ocean on one side and the great high cliffs on the others with tiny springlcts noisily dropping over the sides. I had been given the midnight watch and therefore every one envied me. After the ghost stories were exhaustd, we crawled into our sleeping bags, and I can’t describe the rest for I can’t remember what happened after that, but I do know that in the middle of the night I was hauled out of bed and informed by the last watch, that it was my turn My! but it’s cold, I grunted while putting on my shoes. I stumbled over to the fire and sat down then I got up and put some more wood on the fire. Sitting down again T studied my watch thirty-five minutes more. My! how loud the ocean sounded and those springlcts certainly sounded grusome. Oh! but it was dark; why you could hardly sec the stars. One of the ghost stories popped into my head. 1 tried not to think of it. Heavens, what was that? If that didn’t look like a face over there on that rock two big, glary, white eyes and a huge white nose. Well there wasn't any need of looking at it, I turned my back, a glance informed me that it was still there. Oh, I wish I hadn’t seen it. Just twelve o’clock, well it was over now and 1 can go back to bed, I called the next watch and crawled in. What a relief. Hope she sees it too and suffers like 1 did. ihe Whistle Already? Oh yes, that face! I’ll just take a look to see if it’s still there. Surreptitiously 1 raised myself on my elbow and looked. Yes, it was there, but what, a blow! Two white enamel drinking cups turned upside down and a small ivory mirror had been left on the rock and were the cause of it all. Well, at any rate, if I didn’t say anything nobody else would ever know, Betty Sewall, ’25. i 0hp (Ettvi nf Streams ■ ; ; grj r i ci ■ Far in the sky on a cloud above, There’s a quiet old city of Dreams. ’Tis all blooming with roses, Its perfume exposes. This wonderful city of Dreams. Its streets they are all cool and shady And birds call their lullaby songs. The children are singing And soft bells are ringing, This beautiful City of Dreams. And if one should tire of work and of play, Just take the first boat to the city. And when through with your pleasures Bring back all the treasures Back from the City of Dreams. Nancy Bonham, ’26. : * f / �B p l p 1? t r 27 Ulie IGast (Eahallmi f t' T^\ ON JUAN ESTUDILLO crept through the sinister darkness in tlie L-' shadow of the bulging walls and grim battlements of the Alhambra. From a narrow window, high in the tower of the Comares, the faint light of a candle flickcicd. It was a cadaverous light that might have as easily been suspected of glimmering from the rotten wood of an old coffin as from a tallow. The haunted ground on which lie trod and the crumbling walls were shrouded in grotesque darkness, and the ghastly glow, pale as a corpse’s face only enhanced the shades of night. At the ancient portal lie felt the soft, warm breath of a horse, as he passed in front of its head, and lie knew it was the black marc of Francisco loral, the “Wolf of the Mills.” Don Juan was no coward, but the place had cast its ominous spell upon him, and he welcomed the momentary nearness of the animal, for it is at such a time that a horse seems the very personifi­ cation of life. He entered the cool, echoing halls and groped his way up the resounding stairs. His very footsteps seemed to send forth a malicious foreboding, but the pride and honor of his fathers burned in the heart of the young don, and he made his way toward the wan light with a kind of sad felicity. He was going to pay the debt of an Estudillo, to make sure of the honor of his name, at least in the eyes of mortal men. As he entered the small room where Toral was awaiting him, the tall, handsome outcast rose to meet him, “You arc late, Estudillo, did you not think that it might be unpleasant for me to wait in a haunted castle ?” he said, laying his trimmed pistol on the marred table. Don Juan laughed uneasily. Whatever the world said of Toral, it had to own that there was no fear of man or devil in his heart. “That you arc late is of no consequence; we still have time to spare,” he added, motioning Estudillo to the loophole. The moon had risen and in its straggling beams, two fantom-like beings, carrying something heavy, were threading the narrow path of the mountain. “Look!” whispered Toral, as if half afraid of his own voice. “Look!” Don Juan looked. As they immerged into the open space, the moon that rolled through the heavens, revealed the palid face of a corpse. Involuntarily Estudillo shrank back from the casement. “You are afraid,” sneered Francisco. “No — I thought for a moment of------” “You thought perhaps of Maria? “Yes,” he confessed, “I thought of Maria ” “It is the only way to save your honor, yours and hers; and if you break your oath now, I’ll drag the name of Estudillo through the dust.” “I am still a gentleman,” answered the other. They watched at the window for the return of the pallbearers. After an hour, they saw them coming down the trail. Their voices rose on the clear air and floated to the tower. It was evident that they were arguing. �:■ •i i p l p 1) t r 28 i f' • r ;■ ■ • i. ' '. • f 1 : V £3 • i ;- : m 1 «<«*••• i 0 L0 m rv: i : “Not a large funeral ” remarked Toral, “only two. Young Roberto’s one of them.” "Yes,” said Estudillo, "the old man was his uncle.” "He left him nothing, or very little, and willed that his gold be buried with him.” f "Is there no danger of Roberto’s return. "He may return, but that is no danger,” answered Toral. "Robbery is enough for one night; may heaven keep us from murder.” “So be it.” With that, both men. armed with shovels, wended their way along the corridors and out into the night, They saddled the horse, untied her and led her up the precipitous steep. At the newly made grave, they stopped. Francisco lit and held a candle, sheltering it with his hand. "Work quickly,” lie whispered to Don Juan. The loose earth yielded, and fell with gruesome thuds beside the grave. The breeze blew out the tallow. There was a resisting sound, a scrape, as the shovel struck the coffin lid. “I’ll give you a lift,” said Francisco, bending, and together they raised the casket. A little later the black mare, her saddle-bags heavy with gold, followed her master along the narrow pass, At the gate of the Alhambra, she was relieved of her burden and a light again gleamed from the tower of the Comarcs. "We have finished our work.” “Yes,” murmured Don Juan, as he stood at the loop-hole and gazed out over the plain, "There is a light in our house; it must be that Maria waits my return.” “We have finished our work,” repeated Toral, "and we may well speak of Maria. Juan, she has graced your household long enough, and as you are now the head of the house, in fact, you arc the last caballero of the Estudillos; but to return to what T was saying: it is you who will give Maria’s hand in marriage — that is what I ask.” “You!” said Don Juan in calm scorn; but turning from the window: "You —the ‘Wolf of the Hills,’ an outcast — ask for the hand of the cousin of Don Juan Estudillo?” “I do; she loves; but, perhaps I give you news.” “No,” answered Juan; "I have suspected it; it seems that you are not hard to love, but what you wish can never be. I refuse.” “Refuse and all Spain shall know how an Estudillo pays his debts.” "Say one more word and you die, Toral.” "There is an old prophecy,” continued Francisco, in sneering indifference, “that the last Caballero of the Estudillos shall die by the hand of a Mendez. Because of a time-worn feud, an Estudillo brought disgrace upon a Mendez. Your father accused a man of a crime that he never committed, and drove him from the graves of his ancestors, and now, behold the son of that man — behold Don Francisco Mendez!” Then, in the Comares, after thirty long years, the age-old enmity burst . 0: i �.-?c.• ' •• • • r. - -.1- r-n.:. - • fea^sgg^^snS-:- -fW c\ r; !• •r ’ 0 r X p li \ r r l L.:r: 29 forth and the swords of Mendez and Estudillo crossed again for the honor of their names. The first pale streak of dawn broke across the sky, when Don Juan lurched forward, staggered, and with his sword in his stiffening' hand, fell across the stolen gold. ■ Francisco looked down on his destruction. On the dead man’s cursed treasure lay another corpse. He reeled to the window to feel the cool air and saw below him, in the shadow of the Alhambra, the home of the man he had killed, and he wondered if behind its staunch walls, Maria still waited for her cousin or her lover. Could he face her now? He looked down on his marc, She, contentedly grazing in the rosy glow of morning, unconscious of the horror in which she had done her part. He cast a last look over the scene before him. “O, Maria!” he sighed; ‘‘1 leave you to Roberto, he is more worthy than either of us.” And with that he turned back into the room, pushed the door till its hinges shrieked, and barred it. For a moment a wave of self-pity came over him — and then disgust. He raised the blade, wet with the blood of Don Juan’s heart, and plunged it into his own. Cecilie Applegath, ’25. y : ! ■ I ■ ' L : Ulljm Mp mb ©nr tn ©n 4 r 1 IMMY was going out. It was evident from the faultless part of the curly J red hair that Mother fondly called “auburn,” and whose curliness, 14-yearold Jimmy hated, to the unusual shine on his shoes. 1 say unusual, because it was only Wednesday night, and Jimmy refused, in spite of everything, to shine his shoes more than once a week Therefore, when he came into the kitchen where his mother and his 12-year-old sister, Anne, were doing the supper dishes, his mother looked at him, and in a rather surprised voice, asked where he was going. “Oh, down to the movie with some of the fellows,” replied Jimmy, getting rather red. . , , , , “He isn’t, either!” cut in Anne quickly, who, with that keen observation, found only in younger sisters, had at once seen the hair and the shoes, “he’s going to see Molly Evans.’ . “You just wait till I catch Billy Barnes around here, miss — 1 11 fix you then" said Jimmy, threateningly, as he banged the back door behind him; but Anne only wrinkled up her nose at his retreating back and laughed. _ However, Jimmy was going to see Molly, though how h.s sister found it out he could not imagine. When he reached the Evans he stood for a moment, wondering whether to ring the bell or run but he finally plucked Mrs. Evans came to the door; she was smiling slightly, up courage and rang, and when she saw Jimmy, her ; mile. broadened “Come right in, Jimmy!” she said pleasantly. He followed her down the hall to the sitting-room where he could hear Mr. Evans and his brother talking. Jimmy was wondering what he should a : Iss? : r" ■ K‘ ID m f--J h;] J •' 5J i ■B m I ! £4 m m �52^;:. i P l 30 Dr1 ji It t r '■>! m V •' f ’ ... ' * f i - , *■3 m r:r : say, now that he was here. For the life of him he coulcl think of nothing but the time-worn phrase: “It’s a nice day”—and that hardly seemed ap­ propriate. He was still wondering when they reached the doorway, and Jimmy saw something that sent even that out of his head. There on the couch before the fire, his brown head close to Molly’s short black curls, as they bent together over an open book, was — Ted Brown! Ted Brown, the handsomest boy and the best dancer in the Freshman class. Jimmy, who had long envied him, his prowess in the noble art of “tripping the light fantastic,” now felt that he could willingly — nay, cheerfully — slay him on the spot_ if it were possible. Molly looked up, smiling. “Hullo, Jimmy!” she said. 'Hr ah—go-good morning!” stammered Jimmy, gelling more red and uncomfortable every minute. “Bit early for that, isn’t it?” asked Mr. Evans, with a broad smile. ^ ^ guess so; that is—I—er—don’t know!” returned poor Jimmy, wish­ ing that he had run away, instead of ringing the bell. But Molly look pity on him. “Sit down here and see if you can help us,” she said. Jimmy sat down on the edge of the couch beside her. “What is it?” he inquired, “Algebra — oh, yes; I think 1 can. Let me sec it a minute.” led gave up the book with a sigh; he never could do algebra anyway; ' . shc d only askcd 1,1111 to he,P her with her history, he could have beaten Jimmy to pieces. Oh, well, that was the way with girls — they never did what you wanted ’em to. Might as well go. He rose to leave. Molly and Jimmy, completely engrossed in their algebra, laidly noticed him get up. However, when he turned to say good-night Molly rose to go to the door with him. "f° l0,lg’ Ted’” fid JinimM genially - feeling that as he had the best of •led, he could afford to be genial. . "S°,l0nf J!mmy” ~ tllen l>ausi"e in the doorway: “I suppose you won’t thought ,C° t0m°rrOW mghC hc remarked. brightening visibly at the Horrors! The Freshman dance! Jimmy had entirely forgotten it. He felt a cold chill go down his back, Then a thought struck him. Should he risk it? He decided he would anyway. Yes,” he relied, lightly — though die cold chills by this time were running up and down his spine in the most alarming manner. “Yes, Molly and I are going!” Ted stared “Molly and you! But you haven’t even asked her yet'" said, a,;: threw alUi'ng to escort Ted to the door. Isabel Schetky, '24. K �less place than near it. Ihe trouble had started with the foolish talc of a mere boy, who said that he “seen real human eyes, now, mind’ja, a’ peepin’ out o’ that there second story winder in the middle of the night.” What the boy happened to be doing in the outskirts of the village at midnight, and how the human eyes were so visible as to gleam through the darkness, was not inquired into. But while the mayor and the township scoffed, the mayor and the township secretly resolved to leave that house in peace. It had become the “haunted house” of the neighborhood, a veritable home for ghosts in their old age. Then came the Frenchman. He was a dashing, handsome young officer by the name of Monsieur Roudcc, and when he heard of the haunted house, he had a good laugh over it. In vain did the entire population of Grants Junction reason with him; in vain did the most daring exaggerate upon the horrors of seeing eyes at second-story windows. Still was the Frenchman firm in his jocular view of the matter, and still did he maintain that he was going to explore the house. On this gruesome expedition he was desirous of having company — not that he objected in the least to going alone (ha, ha! oh, no — indeed!), but he just thought that it might be well to have some­ one to talk to. At this old Farmer Jones winked slyly at old Farmer Williams, and Susan Green informed Jemima Brown that “that dandyish young feller warn’t all he was cracked up t’ be.” Having thus delivered itself of its opinion, Grants Junction withdrew from the scene of action, leaving the Frenchman to fight his own battle with the haunted house. But he was not quite alone. The discussion that evening had taken place in Mahoney’s hardware store, and, seated on a big tin box in the corner, was Mahoney’s son, Archibald, commonly called “Prunes.” “Prunes” had become attached to the young officer, and basked in the light of his presence whenever he had a chance. Now he rose solemnly. Monsieur Roudcc was gazing in abject silence out of the window, and he strode up to him: “Say, mister,” he drawled, crumpling his red hair exstatically, “111 go wid ye to the ha’nted house.” The Frenchman turned. He could not resist the appeal of two grinning rows of teeth, set into a mass of freckles. “Oh, you will, will you?” he said. “Well, then, sir, come on.” The small boy wavered. Fie had not expected this sudden turning of the tables, but he had promised to go. He looked up; the grin on his face somewhat diminished. “A—right,” he said; “it’s a go.” And so they set off. The haunted house stood about a quarter of a mile outside of the village, and it did not take long to reach it. When they arrived, Monsieur stopped to take a casual survey of the place before entering. It was ideal, he decided, for haunting purposes. Black and bleak stood the trees around it, and black �[&;i 1 m : r t :• . m ■ ; a • ‘ ’ ■ > - «j 33i -••I S’ =3 ;— Ml m. m 32 i p l p 1] i r and bleak stood the house itself. There were a good many windows, secondstory and otherwise, and also a good many shutters, which, after the fashion of shutters in haunted houses, creaked and slammed continually. All this the Frenchman took in at a glance, and seemed satisfied. “Prunes” was having difficulties, for prior to the arrival of Monsieur Roudee, all the king’s horses and all the king’s men could not have inveigled him into that house. Now he was beginning to feel that even the company of the distinguished personage at his side was not quite enough compensation for the cold feeling that was running up and down his back. “Well, boy, shall we go in?” inquired Monsieur, kindly. “Y—y-yes, s—s-sir,” mumured "Prunes.” And in they went. Of all the houses in the neighborhood to explore at night, they could not have found a worse one. The place had been built in the days when it was fashionable to come into one’s parlor along a winding stair, and from there to traverse more winding stairs in one’s attempt to get somewhere. The Frenchman had modern ideas of architecture, and believed in stairs that ran straight up to the roof, so lie wished very vehemently, on entering, for a lantern. “Prunes” was inwardly wishing that there were electric lights, but he did not say so. Thus they proceeded up the first stairway. Midway to the lop, on a landing, the Frenchman paused; the hand that grasped “Prune’s” hand, shook a little. Before them, a silvery and shiny expanse of something like water glimmered along the wall, with a dark blotch in the middle of it. Roudee summoned all his courage and crept to it slowly — “Prunes” cringing against the banister the while. Suddenly, the officer laughed hyster­ ically, Its — it’s a broken mirror!” he explained (he felt very much ashamed). At the top of the first stairway was a hall, leading to the second and third stairways. It was a very long, dark hall, and they proceeded warily. It was ridiculous to have set off in that impetous fashion without a light, thought the Frenchman, but not for the world would he have turned back. Suddenly he collided with a slimp and slippery something, which clattered disconcertingly. “0—o—oooh!” ejaculated “Prunes.” Again Roudee sum­ moned all his courage, and put out his hand. Plorrors of horrors! He pushed it into another hand cold and clammy. He shivered involuntarily, and what would have happened next is doubtful, if the moon had not come from behind a cloud, and revealed the suit of armor which stood with one hand en o c mg that of the officer. If it had been daylight, Monsieur would have een seen to redden deeply. Really, this sort of thing was not only mortify­ ing - it was positively annoying. He pushed “Prunes” forward, and said If Vr1", <T.°Sf l^at ^iey wouFl go on. His companion was, by this time, ce in me o queer, as he would have expressed it, had he dared to speak, and he clutched the officer desperately. Having mounted the n-.cc-.rr • • second stirway, they found themselves in a little tTTV1?0 tW0 Iarge rooms> one Of which they entered. Oh, ehostlv chn (K eholcl! Scattered about the room were dozens of white ghostly shapes, which stood fearfully still. “Prunes” uttered a pitiful howl. i �K' ,v*’ -•-''-' ‘;j-iM wmas -•?::• fcrs !& B e l p 1) t r I 33 Roudee, drawn down by an irresistible impulse, walked stiffly to the nearest appreciation and touched it’s arm hesitatingly. It seemed to be in a sitting posture, and suddenly a gleam of intelligence flashed upon his troubled mind. In a frenzy he tore off the white covering, and saw — an old-fashioned arm chair! Under his breath, he uttered an ejaculation which was not meant for the boy’s innocent young ears, and left the room. There was very little furniture and they began to breathe more easily. But suddenly “Prunes” backed up against the wall. “L-o-o-k!” he whispered hoarsely. Monsieur looked and behold, to his infinite terror, that a man with a raised club was standing on the other side of the room. Of course it was a ghost, for it was white all over. The Frenchman was in a cold perspiration, but he stalked up to the figure. “S—s-sir!” he whispered meekly, “what d—do y—you want here?" No answer. “Sir!" he exclaimed again, his terror increasing, “who are you? Wh—what do you want ? Oh. answer me — please! 1 shall die; l—oh !” The moon had again come to the rescue, and the ghost was a piece of Roman statuary "Prunes” and the officer turned and lied, Up to the topmost floor of the house they ran, and plunged into a low-ccilingcd room at the right. Now the plaster on that ceiling was rather unstable, and at the shock oc­ casioned by their entrance, it showed its resentment by descending in a body upon the heads of the fugitives. "Oh!” gasped the Frenchman, extricating himself from the ruins; and again he uttered the ejaculation which was not meant for the boy s innocent young ears. “Prunes” was more dead than alive. He had thought the mirror episode almost funny; had been able to tolerate the suit of armour and the chairs, and had been merely scared out of his wits by the Roman with his club. But the sudden arrival of a lot of plaster upon him was too much, for he was very tired, very hungry, and very much disgusted with the house in general. At this point, he and Monsieur Roudee would probably have gone straight down the stairways and out the door, with never a care for ghosts of any description, had not a very strange and terrifying thing happened. A pair of eyes — brilliantly green eyes — peered out upon them, coming nearer and nearer in the darkness. A strange hissing sound accompanied them. Roudee grasped “Prunes” by the hair and dragged him to the nearest window. There was a porch-roof below, and from that, it would be easy to slide to the ground. He tore the curtain convulsively, secured it, and releasing the hair of his victim, forced him to descend. Fie then started to go down himself, but his frail rope broke so he landed on the roof with a great deal of noise. This brought the eyes to the open window, and the appearance of the eyes brought the two paralyzed explorers to the ground anc, up at the attic window, a cat looked down upon the flight of the intruders upon Archibald Mahoney, commonly called “Prunes, did not appear ,n the Mahoney’s hardware store the next day. A very dejected Frenchman, who looked as if he had had a bad night, sneaked m behmd the usual crowd of Grants Junction’s inhabitants. It was plain that he was trymg to escape [ ■ r .■ m. i— 11 r ■ I i B 1: lie Eg I® £1 !■- if 7-~: :2s . - : :• —• • I _ l ftr. S'] �Z-li iVSHM -■ , J 26 -. 0 r 1 p 1? i r ! f; pri :« 3 notice, so, of course, everyone noticed him. After a few minutes of silence. ATr. Mahoney stepped forth : “Well, sir,” said he, sneeringly, “how d’ye get along on that leetlc ex­ pedition of yours to the ha’ntcd house last night? D’ye sec any ghosts, or eyes — eh?” Ain id humiliating elbow nudgings and whisperings, Monsieur Roudee faced them bravely. “Mr, Mahoney,” he said, “I—I really think your son can tell you all about it.” And with that he strode out of Mahoney’s hardware store — out of Grant Junction — and was never heard of more. And the haunted house still stands in lonely solitude, with the moaning trees around it. And over the house there prowls a green-eyed monster who hisses in endless scorn at the self-satisfied little town of Grants Junction. Charlotte Allen, ’27. Tj ri Ari]uiring An Artintir (Urmyeraumit .3 W-rq I m ; : -i 1 iSSi ! m.. t ! -'A -i s a |b*J for­ NE DAY, when I was about five years old, I was left alone to decide the greatest problem of what to do. I had watched my grandfather paint many times; so, in the course of many mental detours, the thought came to me that this might be the inheritage of the youngest child — myself. About this time, 1 noted with interest, the arrival of some wicker furni­ ture for our summer home. 1 was dreadfully disappointed in it, for it looked to me a dirty white, but it was, in reality, ivory. My vivid young imagination had pictured it as some bright color, with flowers and designs, as one sees in pictures. As 1 turned away from the furniture in disgust, my eyes lit on a can of red paint. “Oh!” was my enraptured exclamation, I became intensely excited as I began to see the possibilities — perhaps for a work of art, who knows? s ter had secured all the necessary brushes and equipment for my task, egan to work out a design of oddly-shaped scrolls, which seemed to suit my artistic taste. I had labored unceasingly and uninterrupted for an hour. Having surveyed my work with a critical eye, and finding all to my satislon, c ecic ed to exhibit my work. I brought my mother down to see it, and an “Oh!” came to my ears. To my surprise, no great burst of enthusiasm followed. What did follow Ss Hkei mySelf’ 10 telK ^°h ad* li e a rd h a tF t H aIs"1 o t her O ing that f-h’ ° g° t.ir°ugh’ so 1 bore my troubles silently and patiently, knowart After « "1* JUSt °nC tlie many sacrifices I would have to make for art. After working a whole hour to acquire an artistic temperament, surely i would not let a mere scolding and a threatened hour in a closet deprive me of a future such- as I now had before me. Darrel Torrv, '25- �gg< ' '.... B r l p 1] i r 27 j";/.---•»! r -•- SS < (©n iSritutg a Spsrriptum r\F COURSE, all descriptions must begin like this: “The day was bright ^ and sunny; the sky was very blue.” Then, of course, you must tell about the flock of crows perched in the poplar in the yard (it must be a tall poplar and a very noisy flock of crows), After that comes the house, which is weather-beaten and worn (all stories have farm houses in them that are weather-beaten and worn—capital “H” to houses), and the flock of chickens in the yard (and remember, not to use the word “flock” again), which (always) are clucking contentedly. And the morning glories, trailing up over the porch (don't forget the morning glories — they’re really very important). Then, the aim simply — simply must—go down in order to picture the cow lowing at the pasture-gate, and the sad-faced milkmaid, coming to let “him” in (prob­ ably it would be better to say “let ‘her’ in,” but I’m not sure, so I’ll let it be). Then the sun is down completely. And twilight is nigh at hand. Then the milkmaid (don’t repeat “sad-” faced” again), comes down the winding path, with her brimming pail of foamy milk (all brimming pails of milk are foamy). When this is finished, add a few commas and stick in a few paragraphs — 1 mean indent the beginning (or the end, l don’t know which) of a few (say five) sentences, and lo! you have a modern description. i. .-•• p-- ~~- g F* iHrvs hV.. LUA !• MS :ps& !;SS Kathryn Hahn, Uiljp Art nf (Ilmun'rsatinn w HAT would wc do without the weather as a topic of conversation? It is the one thing about which everyone knows something and can say a few words, or as many as needed, to fill in the gaps, It is of universal interest and always has variety. It affects us mentally, morally, physically and materially. The vegetable man remarks sagely and scientifically Da rain, he maka da croppa gooda for da froota.” Lady Whoosis. to whom wc have just been introduced at the reception in her honor, draws upon her sparkling intelligence, sung in newspaper and in magazine, and murmurs sweet nothings about the charming weather wc have in our delightful little city. 1 he post­ man, speaking from forty-two years’ experience, informs us., in a way that would put the Encyclopedia Britanica to shame: This here s the ummest winter in thirty-nine years, exceptin’ the Blizzard Winter!” I he book agent and the would-be wit, astounds us with the clever thrust, A ice, fine, ^rSc morning!” The reigning Duchess in the hosiery department deigns to advise us: “Little sleep was enjoyed by all present last night on account of the wind raising merry murder.” , .. I think if I were about to rescue a drowning man, wont ia\c operations in order to learn first his ideas about our old friend and enemy, Weather. Idelle Egbert, P. G. f itea ill II §§ m jl jj->. I.: w,i!m i:£w2f 1 * Si : i L. �| ' T| m 36 1 e l p l)t r : * (' i-i fc:: * ■total. ■* r - 1 f !Jgj t. U: v i •-Siiv.'i 1 Ell e ■ ■ , m a r22 r-4 (Cramming fnr lExaminatimts SUNDAY — I have been counting the clays of real school, and even the hours until the last, but then the examinations are so near at hand. That is the most awful time of all, as my exams count so much, and if I do not pass them, I will have to do my work all over again this summer. If I should fail, all my hard work and sleepless nights would be in vain. Ah, me! MONDAY — Tomorrow is the first day of exams. My history comes then, and l had planned to go out this ev ening. I really think I ought to go, as 1 need some little recreation, or 1 "'ill not be able to get through this hard week at all — and 1 can study my history early in the morning. TUESDAY — Oh, dear! When I woke up this morning, the sun was just pouring in at my window, and when 1 looked at the clock I found it was tune for breakfast, and a hurried one at that, So my chance to study was gone. My last resort was to stay away from chapel and look over as much of my book as ] could, 1 got awfully mixed up trying to do it so fast. Why did 1 go out last night? 1 do hope Miss ----- noticed my haggard face and will understand how I have worried about that examination. WEDNESDAY—Mother asked me to go downtown with her for an hour today, but 1 could not go. for I had so much studying to do. I was working on anvwav SI t ^ to,”or,row* went in my place, so it was all right, • e iac.1 Just left when hrances came along in her car, and begged me thought H,^rtlJUSf a . a ndC With her‘ 1 had a terrible headache, and I tire ’wav out ^ ™ might do mc goocl- so 1 went, and we had a fiat just time for h*” 1C.Count^; ofl the Pavement, and did not get home until just time fot dinner, late. Why did I leave my algebra until the last minute? no, indced- for 1 tad open, of course - I oGt hokf_f 1 fi"al,y got there ~ the *>ndge was things . * were arjor,e’ made herI tell about a million ngs about about litemi literature, and they theand only things did me know, too! mother or father ever^found 2 ^ thlS niorninS. studying for French. If hard I have to work 1 ! ■ °,Ut ' maybe they would realize how over. My only chnnre fCCI tam y need a good rest now that exams are all consideration inv good ' -tmg tbrou^b *s that the teachers will take into counter this week." n entl°ns, and all the difficulties I have had to en- ; . Julia Bradley, ’25. i i m m ■ H I �Mary Alice Mcver defeated Geraldine Spence, 10-S, 6-3, and was presented with a cup. Jane Cullers, of the Juniors, defeated Helen Peters, and was presented with a cup, Catherine Martin, champion of the seniors for the last three years, again won the title by defeating Marjorie Mariner, 6-4, 7-5. The match was long and hard fought, and both girls descried credit for their brilliant playing. A cup was presented to Catherine Martin. The school cup was won by the Day-doubles, represented by Catherine Martin and Irene Mackay, who won from Boardcrs-doubles, represented by Marjorie Mariner and Beverley Rob­ erts, 6-4, 6-0, 6-4. > �jngTi.7wWrgg^ ■\ K c < ;i n ■ 55 « -ta I1 te,J cr; •WS bSr:: !T ! m . ■M ! .i IT'.'I £ '■■'l ■ : 'm Si: '• V;-:; • Engayemails — Annabel Bales, ’22, to Mr. David Cohen. The wedding is being planned for July 20. Marriages— Janice Parker, ’21, to Walter Holman. Sue 1 ruby, ’14, to James Crawford. Births— lo Mr. and Mrs. L. W. Jaunccy (Lucile Pfaff). a daughter, Billie Lou; April 27. 1924. lo Mr. and Mrs. George Mclwin (Helen Ballard, ’18), a son, George Carrol, Jr.; January 26, 1924. Miscellaneous— During the last few months we have had many alumnae visitors. Mrs. Kennedy (Eleanor Cram, ’18), Mrs. Wade (Lucile Brown, T7), Mrs. Nathan Thomas (Harriet Walters, ’22), Charlotte Malboeuf, ’22, Muriel Withers, ’22, Hazelmary Price, ’23, Anne Wentworth, ’23, Lillian Luders, ’23, Helen Parker, ’22, Margaret Newbegin, ’23, and Plylah Fraley, ’20. Hazel 1-airservice, 21, expects to graduate from the University of Wash­ ington in June. Hylah Fraley, ’20, graduated from Mills this year after a very success­ ful college career. Jessie Smith, ’20, although she has left Reed and entered University of Washington, expects to return to Reed to graduate. Leah Rose, 22, has joined some of her Hall classmates at Mills. Mills. Alary Helen Saulding, '19, visited Frances Spaulding, '22, at Mills, a short time waslTp Je?"e’ ‘he baby tlau£Ilter of Mrs. D. L. Leonard (Hazel Haines, ’18). The t “ the Sch001 Chal>e>. March 25, 1924. assistanc^0 1,0° extenc^s to the entire Alumnae their deepest gratitude for the given by them in making the Glee Club Concert a success. �;-7. January S— The new term began and we welcomed about 20 new girls to school. January io— Isobel Johnson, Analcne Cohen, Beverley Roberts, Bernice Conglcton, Elizabeth Swank, Grace McKocwn, and Florence Volstorff chaperoned by Miss Olmstead enjoyed immensely the dancing of Pavlowa and her company. ■ January 17— Isobel Johnson, Ruth Wonacott and Miss Bassett were the guests of Henriette White at “Aida.” January 19— The Glee Club Concert was given in the Lincoln High Auditorium. About $290 was realized from the sale of the tickets. The Senior Class sold the most tickets. January 21-25— Mid-Year Examinations. January 31— The Junior Prom was held at the Portland Heights Club. Everyone had an enjoyable evening and the Juniors deserve a great deal of credit for the lovely decorations. February 5— A party, made up of Isobel Johnson, Ruth Wonacott, Mary Ray I laley, and Elizabeth Swank, heard Schumann Heink. School was dismissed at the end of the morning session, and a memorial service was held for the late President Wilson. February 12— Everyone assembled in the upper study hall, where appropriate exercises were held in memory of Abraham Lincoln. Mildred Vaughan and Ruth Wonacott read their ES55 riszi �S * l p 1? i r 40 to Mildred Vaughan as a reward for writing the best essay by any Senior in the Portland High Schools, February 22— Washington’s Birthday—holiday. March 1— The boarders held a dancing party with leap-year extras as'spccial feat­ ures. March 5— Ash Wednesday. March 21— End of the third quarter. The banner was won by the third Uppers, with an average of 89 per cent. My, haven’t we clever babies? March 27— The Senior Class was given ice cream and cake as a reward for selling the most tickets for the last Glee Club Concert. Roberta Douty received a pin for selling the greatest number of tickets. March 31— A half holiday was declared as a result of the Supreme Court Decision that the Oregon School Bill was unconstitutional. April 1— A Thanksgiving service by Bishop Sumner, was held at noon because of the Supreme Court decision. April 4— lhc preliminaries of the Oratorical Contest took place today. Five girls spoke and Idclle Egbert was given first place by the five judges. The Telegiam declared Idelle ineligible because she was a Post Graduate, and the choice fell upon Irene MacKay. April 9— I he Bishop awarded Certificates of Merit to all who participated in the 1 atorica Contest. Both Idelle Egbert and Trene MacKay gave their speeches. April 16— . lllc following day-pupils — Annie Ellen La Moree, Katharine Hart, Catherme" West, Dorothy Mielke, Maya nna Sargent, Betty Sewall, Catherine Martm, Katherine Hahn, and Nancy Chipman spent the night with the boarders. A special table uas arranged for the Seniors and after the evening study hall the Seniors entertained the other girls with a spread. April 17— ^ Maundy Thursday. The Bishop celebrated the Holy Encharist this mornApril iS— Good Friday recess. XT'] § m M �FC r "V EX: fes :■■:'•• 9 r l ;t 1| t r |i*SS 41 £5 ; April 20— All boarders were allowed to visit friends Easter Sunday afternoon and during the early hours of the evening. f.FXT April 21— The entire school attended the final contest of the Private Schools at the library. Irene MacKay was our representative and tied with the St. Mary’s Academy girl on the first and second ballots of the judges, but on the third ballot our representative was given second place X---T Miiv 9— Today the tennis finals were played. May to— Thrt Seniors were entertained by the Juniors at a very attractive lunch­ eon at rhe Waverly Country Club. The mothers of the Class Officers were guests a* the beautifully appointed tables. Mayanna Sargent, president of the Junior Class, presented Roberta Douty, president of the Senior Class, with an attractive basket of spring flowers. F,~ I ri“ ■ ff i_ >■;- ! . r.IF s i fix F: & May 17The boarders held an informal dancing party which was as usual a great success. CF.;f May 24— A memorable day for all Seniors, for on this day they were admitted as a body to the Alumnae Association. . May 2Q— Musicalc and Elementary French Play. May 30— Glee Club operetta, “The Japanese Girl.” May 31— French Play. June 1— The Bacchalaureate Sunday. The Bishop gave a sermon which touched the heart of every departing Senior. Luncheon was servec as iisua school. June 2— Plays of the lower school. June 2— The Senior Prom. June 3— Senior Breakfast. June 3— impressive and Commencement at Trinity Church. The service was \cry • though the saddest it still is and always shall be the most beautiful evenmg of the entire year. �F' f p ; •| I ' r ' ; , -' We arc pleased to acknowledge the following exchanges, but regret that all June issues will be received too late lor mention. 1 ■ i ■ i m The Satura, Si, John Baptist School, Ralston, N. J — A very interesting magazine, though the literary department is rather small, and an exchange department would add greatly to the interest of the readers. "The Coming of Dawn” in the December issue is a splendid piece of description, and the legendary poem. "Indian Pipe,” makes the little pale flower a symbol of peace to all who had not before known the legend. The editorials in the April issue are well worth reading. “What’s The Use of School?” voices everyone’s thoughts in the Spring. “Alice At the Mali Jongg Party,” is very cleverly done, and “The Lucky Penny,” good, though short. The Johannean, St. John’s School, Mountain Lakes, N. J.— An unusually clever number We congratulate you on your success in turning your magazine into poetry. Of the poetry in the Literary depare* ment ‘Enchantment” and “Stanzas from Lamartine’s Le Soir” are the best, while the Just In Fun” is the best of the departments as a whole. 1 Scroll, II ashinglon Seminary, Washington, Penn.— Both the February and the Junior numbers of The Scroll are excellent. In the February issue, the poems “For Annabel” and “Disillusionment” are clexerly done, and the author of the latter deserves special praise for the clever parody. The stories are all interesting, but the best is “The Secret of the Pine Tree.” The other departments are all well written. The “Hash” cepaitment is especially amusing in both numbers, particularly the letter of songs in the February issue. In the Junior number the whole Literary department is well organized and Pleasing. The poem “Greatness” holds a lesson which is of benefit to all, and “Moon Struck” conveys a warning to the participants of “midnight feeds.” The stories are all exceptionally good, especially “April Fool.” 1 he Blue Print, The Katharine Bransom School, San Rafael, Cal— excc ent number, full of good stories and poems. We commend cshe V . �■s -S',S' ''' MASS'S: iSCS-^Sl . - ">j:cs^- ■- sc:. S r l p 1) t r 43 pecially the poem “Geometry” as it also expresses our feelings on the subject. The other poems are also worthy of mention lhe story “Perseverance Wins Iiis Reward” is one of the best, while “Her Room” will appeal to all girls who have been in the same position, “The Moon’s Collection” is a pretty little fancy, and “Echoes From A Florist Shop” a good description. The Blue Pencil., Walnut I-Iill School, Natick, Mass.— One of the best of our exchanges this term. The editorials arc ones that all should read and note well. It is impossible to choose the best stories as they arc all equally good. Of the poems “Penalties of a Proctor” would possibly appeal the most to those who have had the same sad experience, and everyone would enjoy “During Mid-Year Week.” The sketches in the “Loose Leaves” department are clever and original, as arc the intelligence tests in the “Jokes” section. Tlie biographical sketches on the four modern poets arc in­ teresting and instructive. Our only criticism is your lack of comment on your exchanges. Aside from this, the whole magazine is splendidly gotten up, and much praise is due the staff on their success. The Colit m hi ad, Columbia L7nivcrsity, Portland, Ore.— The January number of The Columbiad is splendid. The stories are all deserving of praise, and the poetry is unusually good. The article on Lin­ coln is a concise, well written biography. The Easter number is filled with interesting stories, but the best is “Hero­ ism in Comedy” which shows what a man can do in the face of sorrow if lie has the necessary pluck. The poetry is witty and original. The Cardinal, Lincoln High School, Portland, Ore.— The Christmas number is splendid. “A Dissertation Upon the Club House Sandwich,” and an essay “Self Defense,” are unusually well written. 1 he stories and poems are also praisworthy, and special mention should be given “The C ontributor’s Club” for giving all the students a chance to sub­ mit work to the Cardinal St. Katharine’s Wheel, St. Katharine's School, Davenport, Iowa— This number has an unusually large and representative literary sec­ tion, and the stories are all well told. The most interesting is “Zoliffe Harsomerson.” “A shattered Dream,” is a lovely wistful little poem. The pri­ mary department has some promising material, and the whole magazine is intensely interesting. The Academia, St. Mary’s Academy, Portland, Ore.— The Easter number of this magazine holds some very interesting material, The poetry is both pretty and appropriate for the Easter number, The stories are excellent. “A Twilight Reverie” being the most enjoyable. The many essays are clever, and the magazine is extremely interesting. We also acknowledge the following exchanges: The Oregon Churchman The Olympus The Oregon Emerald �r kismets.?**. *r 7 ; l-r 1 te f 1 r: : * ■ ■ ten pm, -/ :.! H£j ■ iw -j i pi si ■ ! r issr-i •V.T- 1 m CAN YOU IMAGINE? Ruth Wonacott as an understudy to Pavlowa ? Nancy Carpenter as a school teacher? Dorothy Statter as an accompanist to Mary Garden? Virginia Zan winning a first testimonial ? Certain Sophomores sweet, simple and girlish ? Elizabeth Bradley a yell leader? Boistrous School proms ? The Seniors dignified? Class dues paid on time ? Lessons on the sofa? Matilda Bowman a physical education teacher? Marjorie Pittock a second Patrick Henry? Mary Ray Fraley as a French teacher? Quick and orderly fire drills? Delphic published on time? Catherine West as Annette Kellerman ? The Hall entering a track meet? Edna Ellen with her hair bobbed? =£3 EC3 OPAL WHITELY i . is in skool so 1 Sot two rite, what mi teecher calls, an essay on rat'/. is \ar\ good fur kaiz to eat that is if they have a big apetight, bot it I j. ei ^lrfe to° ^ a katz stumach. These anyimils is vary litel they ^ °J fCCt f° ] s'ss zay must has twety toes. I know they has long tales is p-mi °U?< p,cce a one ’n m* trapp other dae an it was long nuff. They desk VnrlT/ l-iey Skai.e people Preety bad i giss cause i put one in teechers one nrvo 1C.Jllmpecl nte on top of her desk O! yes, i fergit to say, they has one noze, to lze, and a squeek. ■ 5*1 £:] ;■; a C i : - 1 r Beneta Buchtell, 27. . •• r- y v.. �■'■'f-IS- [ ■■■■ ■■ ' '| ra 3 £ 1 p It i r m 45 “ENGLISH” K. Hahn—“So they got between the Indians and their arms.” Pretty close quarters we’d say. C. Martin—“Father and I were chasing a dog, and we got in the kennel” ■ N. Carpenter—“Cooper’s women are esipid.” Miss W—“Scott did not care for women as Cooper did. American.” f :S: Cooper was an ! J. Rosenblatt—“The dog who barked was little.” Miss W—“What part of that sentence can stand alone?” J. Rosenblatt—“The Dog.” I PC.l M. Mecklan—“We were having a snow ball fight, and as it grew dark some of them left.” (We knew snow-balls didn’t like heat, but didn’t know they were afraid of the dark) I : r P N. Chipntan—(Describing Jerry Cruncher) “His face was freckled with prom­ inent cheek bones.” L r^v Teacher—“What arc the principle parts of come?” English Student—“Come, came, went.” K. Hahn—“Hawkcye and Uncas used all the powder they had.” We knew Indians used paint but did the}'’ tone it down with powder? HISTORY K. Hart—“The Americans were such true shots that the English could not stand up.” PHYSICS What’s the definition of work? Fright Student—“The Delphic.” i ->— GEOMETRY Mrs. L.—“But Catherine, you haven’t given me any proof for this theorem. C- Martin—“Oh, was I supposed to? It said in the book ‘for the STUDENT to supply the proof.’ ” MISCELLANEOUS Miss Intellig cnce — “Will someone please tell me where the Lives of the Early Saints are?” Yes indeed, we are curious too! ,w l&i -■ j 'm J --J �d mi m -! t-! 46 3 i? Ip l? 11 Who can tell me how Mohammed died ? Another Miss Intelligence—"Oh, he had ‘eucalyptus’ fits,” ^•■1 s?\ ■i «L ■ Lost—A black fountain pen with a silver clasp on the way to the store. Well really-----Would the world come to an end if— Muriel Barde sal up straight a whole period? Grace McKcown never interrupted any one? Katherine Hahn never wanted to argue? Marjorie Mariner never heard from Corvallis? Nancy Bonham wasn’t absent for a week ? Beverley Roberts never said, “I don’t know?” Catherine Martin and Mayanna Sargent never talked in class? Margaret Johnson never offered any advice? Marie Mecklem ever stayed subdued for fifteen minutes? Mary Louise Zan ever wore a barret? Marie Haines came to school on time? Annie Ellen La Moree slopped smiling? Cornelia Ireland answered “unprepared”? Bernice Congleton never giggled? Vivian Sandstrom wore a short skirt? Margaret Brandes and Elizabeth Martin quarreled? �T~'v-r ! ! ; M We Ask You To Patronize Our Advertisers r-.v. ■ - •• *—*r css ter&m ? • •• ETA EAri t rv-: P f HA bAA 500 ELEIDNER BUILDING Broadway 1545 STUDIO CLASS PHOTOGRAPHER, 1924 Portraits of Character With Impressionistic Beauty HENRY W. JACOBS Artist i ■n« .ii—• �MMagi r 95* Mfflseassaasffisss r * tei ! 1 i i i i A I n ‘ I 1 The Proper Gift i V For Graduation Hio can be found in some one of our departments. ; i « The always appropriate gift and the one suitable to all tastes. k. E : I i I z \ iI ! 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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 1924 Subject The topic of the resource School yearbooks Students Student activities Student publications Teachers Description An account of the resource This is one of the oldest OES yearbooks, dated 1924. The yearbooks were published annually after 1925. Yearbooks from 1921-1968 were known as The Delphic and were created by St. Helen's Hall students attending in their high school years. St. Helen's Hall was an all-girls school that pre-dated Oregon Episcopal School. In 1969, the yearbook evolved into The Legend-Delphic with the addition of Bishop Dagwell Hall and male student attendees. After 1986 the yearbook branding begins to singularly list "OES" with a few volumes referencing "The Delphic" or "The Legend Delphic". Yearbooks helped to chronicle the school year's events and activities, in addition to listing each student and staff member. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Oregon Episcopal School Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1924 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource All rights are reserved by Oregon Episcopal School. Language A language of the resource English Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context oes_delphic_commencement1924-compressed.pdf School yearbooks; Students; Student activities; Student publications; Teachers