21 10 538 http://archive.oes.edu/files/original/f0fdbbec987fdfd121d3e12105c26066.jpeg 26692cb3d395e0004e4da6da9c04eb09 http://archive.oes.edu/files/original/38f0fa50711b9814f393dc290d13d0d7.jpeg 2f73c5c4c8145753e977b672564c3ada 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 Photographs Subject The topic of the resource Students Junior colleges Junior college students High school student activities Student activities Teachers Alumnae and alumni High schools Photographs Description An account of the resource This is a collection of photographs from the Oregon Episcopal School (OES). Photographs from the 1880s-1960s are primarily of St. Helen's Hall students, events, and buildings. Photographs from the late-1960s onward include Bishop Dagwell Hall and, later, OES students and activities. 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 1880s-1990s Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource All rights are reserved by Oregon Episcopal School. Type The nature or genre of the resource Photographs Conforms To An established standard to which the described resource conforms. Describing Archives: A Content Standard (DACS) 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. photograph Title A name given to the resource Ringing the Bell at Oregon Episcopal School Subject The topic of the resource Schools Students Photographs Bishops Description An account of the resource Jan Shisler, Father Greenfield, and a Bishop Dagwell Hall student help to ring the bell at St. Helen's Hall. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Jack Blevins Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource circa 1960s Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource All rights are reserved by Oregon Episcopal School. 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Photographs from the 1880s-1960s are primarily of St. Helen's Hall students, events, and buildings. Photographs from the late-1960s onward include Bishop Dagwell Hall and, later, OES students and activities. 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 1880s-1990s Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource All rights are reserved by Oregon Episcopal School. Type The nature or genre of the resource Photographs Conforms To An established standard to which the described resource conforms. Describing Archives: A Content Standard (DACS) 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. photograph Title A name given to the resource Bishop Dagwell Hall Graduating Class of 1970 Subject The topic of the resource Schools Students Photographs Men School graduation Description An account of the resource Sixteen young men from Bishop Dagwell Hall pose outside. This group of men are the graduating class of 1970. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Lake Oswego Photographers Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1970 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource All rights are reserved by Oregon Episcopal School. 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Photographs from the 1880s-1960s are primarily of St. Helen's Hall students, events, and buildings. Photographs from the late-1960s onward include Bishop Dagwell Hall and, later, OES students and activities. 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 1880s-1990s Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource All rights are reserved by Oregon Episcopal School. Type The nature or genre of the resource Photographs Conforms To An established standard to which the described resource conforms. Describing Archives: A Content Standard (DACS) 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. photograph Title A name given to the resource Cheryl Halverson in Math Class Subject The topic of the resource Women Schools Students Photographs Math Classrooms Description An account of the resource Cheryl Halverson, a student at St. Helen's Hall, is at the chalk board working on a math problem in Ms. Paige's class. The back of the photograph provides additional details about Ms. Paige. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Unknown Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1962 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource All rights are reserved by Oregon Episcopal School. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context oes_photo_000100a.jpeg oes_photo_000100b.jpeg Women; Schools; Students; Photographs; Math; Classrooms http://archive.oes.edu/files/original/17156aad59530732798d9f345b2bd4a7.jpeg 394e1e78541fed40acee73eb76052b24 http://archive.oes.edu/files/original/c8a9d87075de1206b09fd6324ea6d35b.jpeg f7d527bc4bc9a163a53e91090d065012 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 Photographs Subject The topic of the resource Students Junior colleges Junior college students High school student activities Student activities Teachers Alumnae and alumni High schools Photographs Description An account of the resource This is a collection of photographs from the Oregon Episcopal School (OES). Photographs from the 1880s-1960s are primarily of St. Helen's Hall students, events, and buildings. Photographs from the late-1960s onward include Bishop Dagwell Hall and, later, OES students and activities. 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 1880s-1990s Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource All rights are reserved by Oregon Episcopal School. Type The nature or genre of the resource Photographs Conforms To An established standard to which the described resource conforms. Describing Archives: A Content Standard (DACS) 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. photograph Title A name given to the resource 1965 Campus Construction Subject The topic of the resource Schools Students Photographs Construction Description An account of the resource Several young men from Bishop Dagwell Hall stand to admire the campus construction. The back of the photograph identifies some of the men as: Richard Westlund ('69), Denny Crafton ('67), and Stafford Hazellett ('67). Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Unknown Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1965 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource All rights are reserved by Oregon Episcopal School. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context oes_photo_000101a.jpeg oes_photo_000101b.jpeg Schools; Students; Photographs; Construction http://archive.oes.edu/files/original/49bf71021f1ef13f8165f967db1eed59.jpeg c238357ecc6b66d0bcf73857ca656239 http://archive.oes.edu/files/original/b8a1f36dec1a0e034c6ed6dac7c5c146.jpeg 0a28056cb3574753592ada4412b623c3 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 Photographs Subject The topic of the resource Students Junior colleges Junior college students High school student activities Student activities Teachers Alumnae and alumni High schools Photographs Description An account of the resource This is a collection of photographs from the Oregon Episcopal School (OES). Photographs from the 1880s-1960s are primarily of St. Helen's Hall students, events, and buildings. Photographs from the late-1960s onward include Bishop Dagwell Hall and, later, OES students and activities. 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 1880s-1990s Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource All rights are reserved by Oregon Episcopal School. Type The nature or genre of the resource Photographs Conforms To An established standard to which the described resource conforms. Describing Archives: A Content Standard (DACS) 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. 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Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Don Breck Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1963 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource All rights are reserved by Oregon Episcopal School. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context oes_photo_000102a.jpeg oes_photo_000102b.jpeg Schools; Students; Photographs; Bishops; Presidents; Construction 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?- : • . . . . - - . '... .. - ��mo . .. — ■ : Km - ■5 X 'I vS •• >s-v •) / VA * \ ■ 'lyt/b O /*. rV^ 4 yu^ yi/jcsCots 1 ns/ /• l/cX^c/ 'g 7, ^7 /v^to 3^ » _0> / ?,„ - (yj fyiA. 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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. 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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 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". 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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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UA f A A �J I <; • '■ 77 I J 7 ' ~ w A y _-/v ":, i ? I' J s v 0 yt & sj ;V AkK^ ? The Delphic 3 «r 6 * J k i D KJ *y P ST. HELENS HALL - \3qUajL4s . PORTLAND. OREGON JjUjlJ* A-JLCjA > JAfJjZjt UD ^ vC<l -CC €. *N- OtL*L*tJLjL&c *% 1 37. 7 .CJL■ —/ --L <5*J o I ■o /~ u. n \ i > \ / wj 2 * \ I ---.'_| —^ i ,/H „.. ‘T/D OxCcC\ , UH / , D7"/" ^ / \ \ December, Vs - 'V / 7 V-' / < \J <sf J'a O' Sc^ f (V t ^Tpe4/^_W7<2 A 74D^. ^'g V. £ ■ �* 6 Delphic Staff 3 j Editor-in-Chief Literary Editor DOROTHY MAUTZ BETTY PARRY vr First Assistant LTP&rary Editor MURIEL BARDE 5ecoM Assistant Literary Editor MARGARET MCCALL KaPendar ( ISABEL STARR (MAY BELLE ALLEN Old Girl Notes \HELEN SPENCER (ardelia Music and Entertainment ( ELEANOR POORMAN (BERNICE CONGLETON (nancy A thletics haradon chipman (BETTY ALLYN (VIRGINIA COKE 'j CORNELIA IRELAND Exchanges v' Art [PHYLLIS HENNINGSEN >Y. ............ Betsy Abbott N. N Advertising Business HELEN HEMBREE ELIZABETH ST. CLAIR MARGARET BRANDES (HELEN PETERS (ELIZABETH MARTIN < �Page Editorials 7 School Honors 10 Literary .... 15 Juvenile 42 Kalendar .... 46 Music and Entertainment 48 Old Girl Notes 51 Exchanges .,. . .53 Athletics 54 Jokes . ............. 56 Advertisements . 59 �The Delphic is published twice during the school year. All students should subscribe. Literary communications should be addressed to the Editor-in-Chief; business letters and subscriptions to the Business Manager. Subscriptions, $1.00 a year. Volume 26 DECEMBER, 1925 Number 5 : : �DELPHIC 7 Courtesy and a Smile Did you ever stop to think how far courtesy and a smile will take you? Have you ever noticed how lasting first impressions are? A smile goes a long way. Try it and see! It is very pleasant to meet someone who greets you with a cheery “hello” and a smile. It gives one a feeling of longing to go down the hall and have the girls smile at you. When a new girl enters our doors to continue her education, it is so nice to have the strange faces smile instead of passing you up in cold indifference. Do you realize that everything is strange to her? Her whole school life will seem different if you try to make her feel as though she belonged here instead of an outsider looking in on the fun. You all have your own set of friends but you might be courteous to the others. Courteousness! So few remember to be courteous to everyone. Have you ever thought of the little courtesies of everyday life; the ones that mark you a true lady? Have you ever been on the street car and remained seated while some poor tired woman stood looking for a seat? Have you ever jumped on the street car without waiting for the older ones to get on first? We probably don’t mean to be impolite but we are. Consider others more and you will be happier. N. P. ’26. Elements of Happiness Very little is needed to make a happy life. Great students have prescribed this thing and that as a means for bringing about the condition �8 DELPHIC are ol three factors necessari-work, and health, and love. Without work, where would be the joy of living? Where the pleasure of lying down to rest after a hard day’s labor? Where that satisfied feeling of having com pleted something difficult and worthwhile? In work—earnest, sincere work accomplished in an honorable manner, is found one of the most pleasing and comfortable sensations that man, existing in this comfortable and sensational world, can enjoy. Without health, where would man secure the energy, the ambition, the saneness of mind, for working to accomplish admirable ends? It is said that “in caring for the health and beauty of our persons, we are caring for the very shrine of the Great Spirit” and experience will prove that this statement was very truly made. Without love, there would be no purpose in living. Love opens to one “the beauty of every virtue.” So, to be truly happy, one must continually “stand porter at the door of thought” and refuse to allow anything but thoughts of love for every living thing to enter that E. P. ’26. inner consciousness. Genius Genius is a remarkable quality. It does very peculiar things to the people whom it possesses, for it can not be said that one possesses this unknown quantity. On the contrary, it is always the possessor, I used to know a lady who was thus blessed, or cursed. Her genius made her write blood-curdling mystery tales, although she was really a timid, mousey, little thing. The most pathetic part of it was that she had horrible nightmares after writing certain episodes in her novels. She used to come to my mother in tears after them. Many times she locked er typewriter away and swore she would never write another paragraph, S u COu^ not withstand her tormentor longer than a day or two, and en s e would be at it again. Perhaps you have gathered from this ime story some idea of what “genius” is. My definition for it is: a fulthin’.bey°nd the owner’s control, that causes him to rise high above the ordinary and often plays pranks with its helpless victim. C. I. ’26. Arbitration i fusing definition arbjtra!jon the dictionary and found a long; conwords. It seems’ tn° ^ n0t repeat hut try to explain it in my own who have quarrellp^Vu at-arbitration is the act of tw0 sensible people Pute and of abiding’bavin§ some disinterested party settle their disefficient this wav8:„y tp&t person s decision. Think how much more Brown have a omrroi u °r ^nstance, suppose John Smith and Tom a out the boundary line between their two lots. / �DELPHIC 9 They each want to build a garage, but there is not enough room between the two houses for both. They may quarrel like children, take the affair into court, make themselves the laughing-stock of the whole neighbor­ hood, and spend a lot of money. On the other hand, some unprejudiced neighbor may be called in as arbitor. It is more than likely that he will advise them to build a double garage and halve the expense. The prob­ lem is settled and the families remain firm friends. They have a goodlooking garage at a reduced expense. It is this same principle that various great men are trying to apply to the nations of the world today. C. 1. ’26. Life may be “so much velvet,” but it is rather worn out in places. In fact, sometimes full of holes. That just is life. But who—who in all the world, wouldn’t rather go in rags part of the time, and the other part in velvet, than to wear calico always? I know I would. D. A. M„ ’26. �10 DELPHIC School Honors The Medal and Certificate of Merit for the best Essay on Patriotism awarded by the National Society of Colonial Daughters: Deborah Ball (Subject—The Supreme Duty of Loyalty) Winners of Certificates of Merit: Eleanor Poorman May Belle Allen Janet Wentworth Margaret McCall Mildred Gill Helen Spencer Ellen Prince Hawkins Jane Knapp Helen Younger HONORABLE MENTION ' Betty Parry Cecilie Applegath The Alumnae Pin for highest standing in studies and deportment in the Senior Year won by Evelyn Meyer Honors based on high marks received in Eastern College Entrance Board Examinations: Scholarship for Senior Year for highest marks in six points won by Cornelia Ireland The Pittock cup for English Deborah Ball The Pittock cup for French Cornelia Ireland The E. H. Meyer cup for Mathematics Mary Malarkey The Alumnae cup for Latin Mary Elizabeth Wheeler Twenty-three girls took Eastern College Entrance Board Examinations in June and competed for these honors. ■ �DELPHIC 11 Testimonials The First Testimonials are awarded to pupils attaining an average for the year of 90% in every study. 95% in attendance, order, and punctuality. 99% in conduct. Deborah Ball Lilian Bennett Geraldine Blodgett Edythe Hartley Mary Elizabeth Wheeler Cornelia Ireland Dorothy Mautz Evelyn Meyer Eleanor Poorman The Second Testimonials are awarded to pupils attaining an average for the year of 80% in every study. 90% in attendance, order, and punctuality. 98% in conduct. Irene Mackay Helen Abbott Donna Magnuson Elbertine Adams Celeste Proctor Lucile Bowman Mayanna Sargent Jane Cullers Betty Sewall Gwendolyn Hall Rosamond Strieker Helen Hembree Darrell Torrey Elizabeth Ann Johnson Imogen Wentworth Geraldine Kirby Janet Wentworth �12 DELPHIC In the All-Oregon Exposition Essay Contest, St. Helen’s Hall received first place in the high school contest, Catherine Van Schuyver won the first prize of $50. Margaret McCall won the second prize of $30. In the grammar school contest Marion Denton won third place, $20. Of the seventeen essays singled out for final reading seven were submitted by students at the Hall. The prize essay follows: The Furniture Industry of Portland, Oregon Portland is the oldest and most firmly established furniture manu­ facturing center of the Pacific Coast. It is located in the midst of the heaviest forest of soft woods on the North American continent, is accessi­ ble from all railway lines and is served by steamship lines reaching all the Pacific countries and other parts of the world. Experts have agreed that there is positive economy and advantage in operating furniture manufacturing industries here under present economic conditions, and this advantage is growing every year. Twenty-eight establishments, eleven of which are exclusively engaged in the manufacture of upholstered furniture, with nearly fourteen hun­ dred employees and producing between four and five million dollars of furniture during the year of 1923, furnishes evidence that Portland has already become one of the furniture centers of this country. The furniture manufactured includes high class store and bank fix­ tures, cheap and medium household furniture of all types, all grades of Z l"?'. re'dpfurniture> well as office desks. ' Practically all of the upholstered furniture sold in Portland is manufactured locally dust?veto0fnchfllParpCUT i"ducemems for the prospective furniture inPnrH H h * P°rtland is in connection with the question of labor Portland has a number of skilled mechanics and partially trained men adapted to this work, the living conditions Eastern labor to . the cost of living the type of work range from forty cents to one dollar an hour. The plants are operated on a forty-eight hour week basis. ys-js wrsasra'-'- » .f Sssrssp: zs'.,;0™ 1 �13 DELPHIC the form of substitutes be found locally, and when it is considered that oak is at the present time being substituted for other types of finish, such as mahogany or black walnut, it will be noted that very little wood need be imported except for use as veneers. Very little red gum, birch, bass­ wood or ash are imported Red alder is a very acceptable and most satisfactory substitute for these materials, as well as a substitute for chestnut for core wood and for oak. By far the greatest item entering into the manufacture of furniture is that of lumber, with the exception of upholstered furniture. Lumber is practically the only item in which there is a loss or waste in con­ verting from a raw material into a finished product. There is com­ paratively small amount of waste in connection with veneer finish, but the waste in core, understock and solids is very heavy, which forces the manufacturer, where these materials are shipped from any great distance, to stand not only a loss in the product itself, but also to pay freight and charges on a large amount of material that must become a loss. Portland is in an unusually advantageous position in connection with power. Hog fuel or sawmill waste is undoubtedly the most efficient fuel in the world, and as it is easily obtainable in this locality, a number of large steam plants use this exclusively. It not only consumes waste from the lumber mills, but as it burns without residue it is economical to handle. The water supply of Portland is known nationally as being one of the purest in the world, and the rates charged for water are also along the lowest, in spite of the fact that the system is municipally owned and is self-sustaining. The climatic conditions which exist in Portland are such that the plants used in connection with the manufacture of furniture need not be of the same type of construction as required in the Eastern States, where there are extremes of heat and cold. This not only affects the type of buildings, but also reduces the cost of operation, due to the lack of neces­ sity for the expensive heating systems used in Eastern cities during the winter months, and causes the working conditions to be much more desirable and thereby increases the amount of production per capita. Most of the plants are of lumber construction, which can be obtained very cheaply. The furniture may be divided into the following types: Dining Room Bed Room Living Room Kitchen Library Office Store Church Lodge Hall, etc. �14 DELPHIC Each of these types are commonly divided into four grades: 1st. Extra good or highest. 2nd. Good or high. 3rd. Medium. 4th. Cheap or low. Most of the furniture manufactured at present comes under the third or fourth class. Local manufacturers are distributing their products in Washington, Oregon, California, Idaho, Nevada, Utah, Arizona, Montana, Wyoming, Colorado, New Mexico and Texas. As most all the wood entering into the manufacture of furniture ex­ cept veneer finish, mahogany and walnut solids, is grown locally and can be obtained both cheaply and in almost unlimited quantities, Portland possesses a distinctive advantage over other points of the United States as a furniture manufacturing center. C. V. S. ’26. �DELPHIC 15 Dad's Experiment “Say, this house is freezing cold. Has the furnace fire gone out? Where’s Ted? Didn’t he fix it last night?” Harold Cunningham’s teeth chattered as he spoke. His father, who was reading, looked up with a very grave expression and said, “My son, do you realize that thousands of people die every year from the lack of fresh air? When I was a boy my parents did not impress upon me the value of simple living, but I have been studying it lately and have decided to go back to a simple life, From now on, I am going to have a flood of fresh air constantly; the lights must go out at ten o clock and every one must rise at six o’clock, Our food will be the simplest; positively no beverages allowed or fancy desserts. I have made this plain to the rest of the family and I hope you will join in the plan. Harold whistled softly as his father finished speaking, That’s fine, father, if you can tell us how to keep from freezing or starving while you try out your little experiment.” “My experiment!” exclaimed his father. “It isn t my experiment or any one else’s experiment for that matter.” Harold saw that his father was really in earnest, He said no more but secretly resolved that he would not starve for anyone; and as for keeping the temperature of the house near the freezing point,—well, he could stay down town and if his father got him out of bed at six, he would have to pull him out. �16 DELPHIC After Mr. Cunningham had gone to his office the family assembled in the library to voice their feelings. “Mary I told you on your wedding day that you would be sorry you married that man whom you now call husband.” began Mrs. Cunning­ ham’s maiden sister, Lucy. '‘Hush, Lucy,” replied Mrs. Cunningham. “I am quite convinced that Keith’s plan is right and we must all make the best of it.” “Simple life! Doesn’t that beat you? Who wants to live simply in these modern days,” chimed in Harold, "and for my part, I don’t intend to!” “Nor I,” said his sister. Three days later, Harold walked into the library with a gloomy face. “Say, Jane, what are we going to do about that party next week and father with this craze for a simple life?” “I have been thinking a great deal about it lately, and I’m sure I don t know, Harold.” There was a faint sob in her voice. “I ’spose we’ll have to feed them on toothpicks and water. Maybe we can have some gooseberries thrown in for fruit. Inviting, isn’t it? What will the fellows say? And Ruth Goodwin will spread it all over town.” Harold and Jane grew more and more crestfallen as the day for the party approached, Harold more sarcastic and Jane more moody. On the evening before the party, Mrs. Cunningham came into the room. Jane was in tears, and Harold was walking about, kicking every­ thing out of his way. When the mother inquired the reason, Jane sobbed out something which she could not understand and Harold muttered some remark about a simple life. After a little coaxing she found that the children were afraid their father would open all the windows, so that it would be too cold for anything but violent exercise, and turn out the lghts at ten. The menu, James said, was “fierce”. Mrs. Cunningham was perplexed. What could she do? At last she eci ed to speak to her husband about it, but all in vain. The evening for the party came, and the guests arrived. Harold and buthe^ WOrried- Their father had been called out of town on business, was expected home at any time. About ten o’clock, however,' a message came for Mrs. Cunningham. R ran thus: Detained by business. Will be home tomorrow, —Keith.” James felt as though he could give one loud whoop but as he did not dare, he went to the door of the living room and called Jane. tj Get some eats here quick; father can’t come home ’til tomorrow, The next morning Harold came out of the newspaper office with a �DELPHIC 17 smile on his face and when he told Jane of the society column, she laughed outright. “Father will think it is in every paper instead of just his own, and we will fix this simple life plan, because father’s pride is his weakness,” said Harold. That evening Mr. Cunningham came into the library wildly waving a newspaper. His eyes were blazing. “What does this mean?” he demanded turning to Harold. “Do you mean to say you invited guests to the Cunninghams’ home and froze them out and didn’t give them anything to eat but water and fruit?” “It was your orders, father,” interposed James meekly. “Well, you sit right down and invite those people here again next week and we will prove to them that the Cunninghams haven't forgotten how to entertain.” “But what about the simple life?” asked Jane. “No questions,” answered her father gruffly, “this is my affair,” and departed with dignity. “Harold,” cried Jane the moment her father was beyond hearing, “you managed it beautifully, but—Oh! if he should ever find out!” K. M. ’26. Fate Fate—laughing god of mystery— Gave me to you and you to me, Filled my heart with a strange, sweet pain. Then—sent you on your way again; But Fate plays pranks; and sages say— “Capricious as a child at play.” If this be true I’m sure that he Some day will send you back to me. H. G. G. ’27. Chinese Art If art is indeed the highest expression of man’s ideals, we must, in order to appreciate the beauty of art, learn to recognize the source from which it springs. Thus the first step in the study of Chinese painting should be the realization of the fact that in the Far East the arts of hand- �18 DELPHIC writing, painting, and poetry are all closely allied. To the Ch­ it doesn’t matter whether one writes a poem or paints it. 1mese mind Since the origin of Chinese painting is to be found i in the beautiful symbols of the written language, it seems best t0 begin with a history of writing. This great invention is attributed to a man named Ts’ane Chieh. He observed the shapes of things in Heaven, the forms of things on earth, the footprints of the birds and beasts on the sands Thus writing was created in the shapes of characters. These characters were originally cut with a sharp instrument upon tablets of wood or bamboo. It has been said that it was Meng Tien who invented the writing brush. This brush was made with a handle of wood; it was of deer’s tail within, and of rabbit’s fur without. Painting was the result of handwriting. The beautiful characters, originally pictures, are formed with the same swift strokes of the brush as are valued in pictorial art. One must go back two hundred years before Christ for the origin of Chinese painting. In considering Chinese painting, the distinctive attitude which the Oriental assumes towards nature must be taken into consideration. Here lies the secret of the thing. Whereas in Western art, man is given the highest position, he is only secondary to the Chinese. The men of China have ever chosen natural objects—mountains, rivers, and so forth—as messengers between themselves and the deities of heaven and earth. The Chinese artist gets the picture he wishes to paint in his very soul. He rarely paints from the object itself, but always from his 1 ea and recollection of it. This is better shown by the story of the emperor and the artist Wu Tao-tzu. The emperor sent him to portray the beau­ tiful scenery on the Chia-Ling river, and was amazed when the Pain ^ returned empty-handed. “I have it all in my heart, was the reP) Wu Tao-tzu. To appreciate the wonderful symbolism of Chinese P t0 ing, one must consider the subjects that have provided ,insP1^ $ 0f the Chinese artists. First the dragon which rules the spiritua ojnes the world and the tiger which rules the material. The heroes an of history and romance also inspire work of interest and men . ^ A division of Chinese painting, more popular, perhaps, than' ^ fond is that known as "birds and flowers”. The Chinese are Passl * town Even in these days one may see >n of both birds and flowers, in China groups of elderly gentlemen, cages >n hand' sole_m The cages to some point on the city wall where they can air the bird. the rich being used For these much loved birds are very fine, those ror extremely elaborate. of the year Flowers, too, are given much attention. To each season j0tus t° is assigned an appropriate flower, the peony to spring, winter: at summer, the chrysanthemum to autumn, and the prunus Qdna these seasons flower shows are held. When one considers �DELPHIC 19 painting has been looked on as a fine art for over two thousand years, one doesn’t wonder that certain forms have become traditional. Certain birds, beasts, and flowers convey instantly to the Chinese mind certain meanings, poetic or instructive. The Chinese people, in the height of their civilization, were consid­ ered the most intelligent and highly intellectual people that have ever lived, and their rare and wonderful paintings have come down to us through the years as evidence of their remarkable cultural development and plainly shows the characteristics of this unusual civilization. M. A. M. '27. ■j A Conspiracy That Failed The four Arabs, Abdul, Benii, Saba, and Tebjec, were among the workers who had cleared away the debris before the door of King TutAnkh-Amen’s tomb in the Valley of the Kings, and they had considered themselves underpaid—at least Saba had persuaded them that such was the case. While discussing their grievances, they had wandered from the plan of stealing some of the treasures in the tomb—when it was opened—to the more desperate one of stealing the mummy of the King itself. “But where might we conceal it?” asked Abdul, who was the most skeptical of the party. “Foolish one, thinkest thou that the white dogs could recover any­ thing hidden in that waste where we shall hide it?” He pointed to the great desert in the distance. So Abdul’s last objection was overruled, and it was agreed that on the day the tomb was to be opened and when the mummy was to be ready for removal they (the conspirators) would throw a poisonous vapor into the face of the guards. These vapors might easily be thought to come from the tomb, as the Egyptians were known to have purposely put poisonous substances into the coffins of their dead to prevent just what was happening now, the removal of the body of the deceased King. A substitute would be placed in the coffin and then plenty of time would be given for the concealment of the treasure, and then a ransom would be demanded. It was a daring plan, but an Arab stirred to wakefulness stops at nothing. The work at the tomb became more and more intense. A suppressed excitement filled the air; the press hovered around in vain, searching �20 DELPHIC for a story, but the men in charge refused to divulge anything as to when the tomb would be opened or what treasures the vault contained. Evi­ dently a robbery of some sort was feared, as they had formerly been moderately generous with information. The cowardly Abdul began to doubt again when this reached the ears of the conspirators, and after they had discussed the situation thoroughly and Tebjec reported that the tomb was to be opened the next day, he (Abdul) went off on a little mission of his own. The next morning lots were cast as to who should enter the tomb first and overpower the guards. The lot fell to Tebjec. The plan was very well organized. Abdul was to wait with a donkey cart about fifty feet from the tomb and in a direct line with the open desert; Benii was posted at the opening of the tomb, and Saba would carry off the mummy. The actual theft would take place during the afternoon siesta, imme­ diately after the formal opening of the tomb and the disclosure of the mummy of King Tut-Ankh-Amen. The conspirators, after this conference, went their ways well pleased. Even Abdul seemed hopeful and made one or two minor suggestions which were accepted. At two o’clock precisely the long sought body of the glorious Pharaoh was given to the public. At half-past three while the Valley of the Kings was unpeopled except for the guards, Tebjec strolled up unconcernedly to chat with one of the guards he knew ten minutes later the guard had succumbed to the heat of the afternoon sun. Saba entered the vault, but his purpose was delayed, so overawed was e by the sights which met his eyes. Couches of gold, vases, jewels, statues of the King’s attendants in gold, vultures, daggers, garnets, dishes a gold and set with the most dazzling of jewels, It would be impossible to give a coherent picture of that which met the eyes of Saba, it was all so confusingly magnificent, beyond the dream of any humans, But the room where the King’s body lay was the most awe-inspiring, for ^ was as if the dirty soul of the camel driver had come before his judge. Saba approached the coffin and looked down at the face of the ea Pharaoh with its calm air of command, its nobility of brow, then *11S^ traveled down the body, he fingered the beautiful chasing of vu ^ and other royal emblems on the chest of the King, gazed avaricious) the jeweled daggers, at the crown, the greatest masterpiece of the wo ^ Then suddenly as he bent to lift the mummy out of its resting P a , a gun was leveled at him and two guards surrounded him. Saba ut er ,on. shrill cry and before the guards could speak Abdul outside with t e key-cart had gone the way of all traitors. ,, Saba I arrest thee in the name of the all-powerful government, For submitted passively, for he knew that Abdul had been dealt wit • his sudden courage had aroused the suspicion of the other Arabs a ^ had been given the place of mule-tender for that very reason, a guard had been placed over him with instructions. I he ways and means of the Orient are all-powerful. B. P. ’26- A �DELPHIC Wanted: An Inspiration I want to write—I have a longing to create something— But somehow every subject that I may consider seems so trite. To speak of “Night”—Oh Night! that sculptors have carved! Are there not already enough Nights! “Nights and days, and birds and bees, Singing nymphs and tall lone trees. Country roads and city walls, The deep blue seas or the great high falls. A foreign city, an ancient town— A specie of people, white or brown— All of nature, good or bad, all of life that’s gay or sad. These things are trite I say—trite! I’m tired of all these things, 1 long for something new— Where is that which sometimes comes, infrequently to few? Inspiration! That’s the thing that causes works of art, Taking its guise as beauty or hate, or prickings on the heart. Yes—Inspiration I say—Love—Hate—Pain—Sorrow— This is all that that means— To write of Love one must have loved— The same with hate or fear. But I insist!—These things have come, they are already spoken! Our shelves are filled with poets’ works—their new attraction-broken. I want to write, I have a longing to create something— But somehow every subject that 1 may consider seems so trite! But when I come to really think, I guess it’s I that’s wrong, For nature’s charms are multitude, and in each there s a song. I’m just one mortal looking hard for Inspiration’s key But Inspiration’s door is locked, that is, it’s locked to me. M. B. ’26. 21 �22 DELPHIC Heart Trouble I am the poor heart of a pleasure loving girl. Each morning the shock of a screaming telephone makes me jolt and awakens her. If it isn’t Dick, it is Paul or Reg wanting her to play a game of tennis, a few holes of golf or perhaps to go to the river for a swim. She jumps out of the warm bed into a cold shower—the shock of that alone is enough to make me irritable for the rest of the day, but I have learned to endure much more than that. If it’s tennis this time, we dash to the wardrobe, and if for a moment she believes that her new white tennis frock, that she has counted on, is too badly rumpled to wear, I am obliged to sink, 1 rise then with another jolt when she decides to wear the daffodil crepe and we have only enough time left to gulp down a cup of that miserable drug called coffee, and whiz away. A golf morning is much the same unless she forces me to beat faster by foolishly liking her companion better than usual. Oh, but that swim in the river! She thinks that this is a rare sport but as she climbs up the ladder to the very highest diving board—try as she will she cannot make me cease to flutter, and I will sink when she plunges head first into the green water. It’s my privilege and I must! In winter she coasts and skates around on ice and moves so quickly that I scarecly get over one. big thrill when I am made to undergo another, until I am so weak that we must go home and rest for awhile before she does any more. Instead of giving me my muchly needed rest she picks up a disgraceful novel and as she reads the sentimental stuff I am started to pounding madly again while I curse the authors of the trash and pray that some day again it will be the style to whisper soft sounding verses that are soothing to my overworked self. Evening comes and we rush off to a club dance and try as I will I cannot help but stand still as our escort’s car flies past all others and c ose y escapes colliding with them. When there is a rush for her dances, w en ow words are spoken in her ears, when a compliment is given, no,,cT°St^\u ^hen a kiss is cleverIY st°len, I jump, flutter, stop, start, habit of0 ' 611 ^eat V1Ci°USly a§a*n- 1 must. It has now become a bad mine. Of all thinpT- Hmi? ze Wlth me- 1 am sure- Ah! here he is. What? serious1 Hein r n piT ll-S 0n^y a attack of indigestion—nothing serious. Help_I m fluttering again-what’s the use? 8 M. J. ’27. �DELPHIC 23 The Figure in Black Red Eye, the notorious highwayman, was abroad. Peter, the humble wine-taster at the king's court, had learned this as he stopped at the inn to chat that evening. He had learned also that it was a dangerous night to be out, as already several travelers had come into the inn to narrate tales of horror to the people there. When Peter passed out of the town he could not have denied that his knees were shaking, and that there was a curious creeping feeling up and down his spine. Yes, the road was lonely, and he knew there were many excellent places in which to be accosted and robbed along those three miles he must walk. But soon his mind was centered on one thing. What was that noise behind him? Ah, the wind, perhaps. That flash! It was certainly the butt of a pistol. No, he could beathe again, It was the moon shining on a pool of water. But! A form, a human form. A human form wrapped in a black cloak, a dark hat pulled far over the eyes. There it was, dodging through the trees just ahead of him Pausing, rushing on, then pausing again. Stop? He could not. An ambush, probably. He must keep on, for he could, perhaps, dash by this person, doubtless Red Eye, if he was accosted. Oh! Why had he not been armed with more than a dagger. That figure, where was it now? Certainly he must be near the town. Yes, a light, But ever that gliding figure. Almost upon him, pausing, rushing on. It was unbearable. Why did he not jump out on him? At least it would be better than this suspense. Ah! His own house! Then his heart almost stopped beating, for the figure clothed in black had burst open the door of his home, and slammed it behind him. With a gasp, Peter summoned up all his courage, opened the door, and strode in, his hand on the hilt of his knife. There in a corner a boyish figure was crouched. A cry, then- "Father,” sobbed a voice, "I thought you were Red Eye!” J, W. '28. .*»■ The Pup and the Wasp . One sunny morning last spring I was watching my collie pup try to catch grasshoppers. He chased them as they flew through the air, pounced on them when they lit, and promptly gobbled them up. He was not hungry because he was fatter than any puppy needs to be, but it probably was fun to catch the jumpy things, and perhaps they are good,— who knows? Judging from the way he shook his head while he chewed �24 DELPHIC and swallowed them, they kicked around and tickled as they them up went down his throat. He had been playing this way for about fifteen minutes when I heard an angry growl. The pup seemed to be having a hard time with that particular victim. He gave it one bite, then spit it out and whined, look­ ing at it curiously. Again and again he tried to eat it, but always it seemed to burn his tongue. This roused my curiosity so 1 went over to what had been a healthy wasp but was then a him. He was trying to eat very dilapidated specimen, All that day his tongue was so swollen and sore that he could not eat, a fact which he has not forgotten, for he never catches grasshoppers any more. M. E. H Sp. ’26. Personality in the Handshake Have you ever noticed the difference in handshakes? It is very interesting. I do not think they display personality as much as different types of mannerisms, Yet, I suppose that in their turn these disclose personality, so it all amounts to the same thing, although some affecta­ tions are so carefully studied as to completely conceal one’s individuality, or lack of it. Did you ever see two young men of the so-called “collegiate” type approach each other with their right arms forming perfect semi-circles and the fingers of their right hands wide-stretched, and hear them boom heartily, “Pleased to meet you, my name’s Jones”? This type is fairly common, but only once have 1 seen two boys shake hands together this way. It happened last summer, when two of our male acquaintances first met. There they stood, true examples of the “collegian”, trousers Egging exquisitely over highly polished brogues and their arms forming a perfect S . It was ridiculous, and yet such a masterpiece of affected art that I could not laugh. Then there are the people who grasp one’s fingers limply, and coldly murmur some conventional greeting. I am not sure just what type of personality this indicates, but 1 know a word that in my opinion describes t exactly. It is aenemic . This group includes those who slip their ands into yours and immediately withdraw them, without the slighest gg stion of a real handshake. Do you recall having seen men meet on �DELPHIC 25 the street, evidently old friends who haven’t met for some time? And the way they stand, simply pumping each other’s arms while they ask about the wife and kiddies? Worst of all, have you suffered that embarrassing moment when two people are introduced and are not sure whether or not they should shake hands? One timorously extends his hand an inch or so, then hastily withdraws it. By this time, the other has his hand out to meet the first half way, so the latter hurriedly thrusts his hand out again, And so it goes. They usually compromise with a forced and sickly smile. Personally, I always let the other make the first move and make my grasp as much like his as possible. 1 have made mistakes, though, and oh, that sinking feeling when 1 was prepared for a warm, hearty clasp and felt one of those insufferable “fish” handshakes. C. I. ’26. �DELPHIC 26 To the Day Students When Friday comes most girls are glad, Because the week is done. No more English; no more French, No more Latin One. Geometry doesn’t bother them, They leave it until Monday. For the movies change on Saturday, And one doesn’t work on Sunday. That’s not the way to do it! You should let your conscience rule you. Force yourself to study! Don’t let it try to fool you. Keep your eye on the boarders. Watch and see what they do. And whatever you find them doing, Then that’s the thing for you. Now every Friday afternoon, And seldom a Friday is missed. Is posted on the bulletin board, A nice deficiency list. Every time your name is mentioned, It means you study an hour. But that’s the way with this weary world, You must take the sweet with the sour. They say that life is a football game, And we are but the ball. Fate does all the playing, And we do nothing at all. Now that may be all right at times, But it doesn’t work at all in school. You may think you’re fooling your teachers, But tis only yourself, you fool. Fate has nothing to do with it. You alone can play the game. If your grades drop down to nothing, You have only yourself to blame. I hat list is Bm to ten ySS'wtr;^ sTnd. So take the hint and lstudy, And not fear the final- exam. Get your daily lessons. Don t cram at the very end Just take a look uu^ue, And do as they do, my friend For every Saturda^ morning Eve'rv Vr Week ro11* round, tn def,CIent boarder In the study hall can be found. Perhaps they do not like it, But they do it anyway, They^ever1 have* rn T be their choice For “WORK Andfin0m?° of t0 sav.dhoolEASURE''' i( seems, H. L. ’27. �DELPHIC 21 On the Outside A touseled mass of red hair, sunburnt ears, and a tanned and dirty little neck, a sturdy back covered with a mussed and soiled blue shirt, corduroy knickers hanging down at one knee, and socks and shoes that showed the results of valiant slides to first base, were all 1 could see of a small young man perched on a rickety sawhorse, with his eye glued to a knothole in the disgustingly tall and unforgiveable fence surrounding the baseball field. “Gee Crickety, Spike!” he yelled to another youngster standing impatiently by, “y’oughta see that fellow shoot to first—say, he’s beating it to second. Out! Aw what a dumbbell; say, I could do better than that. Oh boy! Mac’s up! If he doesn’t make a homer I’ll be off him for life. Gee, Spike! Just a minute. Aw, be a sport. Atta boy! Hard!” But at that point, “Spike” gave him a violent shove and took his place at the coveted peephole. As the boy spun around, I found myself facing a very freckled face with large, excited eyes, and a small, determined mouth with rather a disgusted expression. His hands were extremely dirty and he wiped them constantly over his too warm face, which made him look as though he had been recently dragged through a mud puddle. At the sight of an audience he began excitedly narrating to me what he had seen of the game, bragging of what he knew of baseball, his playing, contemptuously pointing out the faults of the players. He continued this way for some time when he suddenly realized that “Spike” had had more than his share of watching and shoving him out of the way, with a satisfied grin he promptly forgot everything but the wonderful sight before him. F. L. ’28. .**• Physics Proves Practical College—that goal of every high school girl’s ambition—seemed very far away to Catherine Edwards as she thought of the future while half pondering over an open school book. She was extremely anxious to obtain a university education if possible; but financial circumstances were prohibitive. The Edwards family resided in the small Oregon town of Fairfield, and Mr. Edwards’ income as a traveling salesman was too small to enable him to send his children to college. Nevertheless, Catherine’s parents encouraged her to study diligently, and thus be prepared should opportunity arise. This Saturday afternoon, however, she found it difficult to concentrate upon physics, a subject which she thoroughly detested. Equipped with a cup of water, a bar magnet and a magnetized needle she finally completed an experiment in magnetism, which, though simple, so exhausted her patience that she i �28 DELPHIC , thP textbook down upon the table. The unexpected clatter caused hefyounger sister, Alice, to hurry into the room. •tm* nhvsics is awful!” Catherine cried, glad to have an auditor to whoSe'couid unburden her mind “And if 1 didn't have to study for exams I’d never open the book again. “\Vhv Katy' I have always thought that physics would be inter­ esting- and it is supposed to be practical as well." ‘it’is supposed to be,” commented Catherine ironically, “but it isn’t. What is there practical, for instance, in knowing that if an iron bar is magnetized the molecules are in parallel lines. This animated discussion had not been unnoticed by Mrs. Edwards, who was in an adjoining room, and she advised her daughter to overcome this dislike for the study. But Catherine replied that it was impossible for her to like such a tiresome array of laws and statements, and that she could endure no more science that day. Having thus delivered herself, she thrust the needle in her middy and put away the other articles she had been using. This had hardly been accomplished when Catherine’s chum, Vivian Hall, appeared in the doorway, carrying a basket of lunch. She was eager for her friend to accompany her on a stroll to the woods. To this proposal Catherine was entirely agreeable, and her mother rather reluctantly assented. The girls started with exuberant spirits. As they walked they talked, and their conversation, after touching on many themes, eventually turned to a discussion of a robbery which had occurred in Fairfield the previous night. Old Mr. Hornbeck, a bachelor-miser who lived at the edge of the village, had, like Silas Marner, returned to his cottage to discover that his hoarded gold, amounting to thousands of dollars, was gone. Two men, supposedly tramps, had left tracks near the doorway, and, with the coming of daylight, the sheriff had traced these footprints for several miles along the main highway. There they were lost, and as there were no other clues, a further energetic search for the robbers had proved unavailing. A half-hour’s walk down a grass-grown.. country road brought the girls to the wood, where the cool shade was a welcome relief from the glaring summer sun. Birds warbled joyously in the tree tops, golden sunbeams filtered through the screen of leaves overhead, suffusing the soft carpet of grass and flowers with a mellow hue. Butterflies flitted merrily over t e fragrant blossoms, and the low, incessant hum of insects arose from crfcketaSS> accentuatec* occasionally by the harsh rasping of a woo • Ami? these pleasant surroundings, a small woodland stream came into f *as appropriately named Silver Creek, for the shining water de^ dt lke a ?,lvery ribb°n between tree-clad banks. The two friends ea their luncheon beside this babbling brook. With a gay �DELPHIC 29 smile Catherine quoted: “I come from haunts of coot and hern: I make a sudden sally—” and, with these words she playfully snatched the lunch basket from Vivian. They seated themselves comfortably on the mossy trunk of a fallen tree, and were soon enjoying their dainty meal. Catherine was eating a sandwich when a large, blue-bronze butterfly floated before her eyes. With a gasp of surprise she pointed to the insect: “There’s the very swallow-tail I must have to complete my zoology collection!’’ she ex­ claimed. “Oh! How 1 wish I had brought my butterfly net!” But bounding to her feet and calling to her companion to bring the lunch basket and follow, Catherine doffed her sport hat and commenced the pursuit. The butterfly easily evaded her, and, reaching the bank of the stream, it fluttered over to the other side. The brook was shallow, however, and stepping-stones were numerous; so Catherine crossed and resumed the chase. The gaudy insect was as elusive as a shadow, but after what seemed hours, the girl’s perseverance triumped and the mag­ nificent specimen was captured. Vivian had overtaken her companion, and the breathless girls sank down upon the grass to rest before starting for home. During the chase while concentrating every faculty upon the swallow-tail, they paid little attention to their surroundings. Now they noticed that the sky was as­ suming a leaden aspect. In alarm, Vivian turned to her companion: “Where are we? I have never seen this part of the woods before!” With widening eyes the girls surveyed the ring of great, dark firs surrounding the small glade in which they were seated. Then Catherine began to realize the truth of the situation. “I am afraid we are lost , she said. “I don’t know which way to go, but we’ll have to hurry if we get home before dark.” A low mutter of thunder rolled and resounded in the distance. Turn­ ing their faces heavenwards the girls saw that clouds were overspreading the sky, while the evergreen branches swayed and moaned dismally in a rising breeze. These and other indications plainly heralded the approach of a heavy storm. Noticing that Vivian, two years her junior, was on the verge of tears, Catherine said resolutely, with a brave attempt to stifle a tremor in her own voice: “I think it is my fault that were lost. Mother has often told me not to cross the creek as the woods are wild over here; and I remembered this when I started over, but I didn t intend to go far. I am to blame for this, and I must find the way home. So taking the lead, Catherine attempted to retrace her footsteps, but after a long, weary walk she found herself apparently deeper in the woods and hopelessly bewildered. The sky became darker, and the gloom under the tall timber deepened into the shades of twilight; heavy peals of thunder crashed frequently and vivid lightning darted over the heavens. Suddenly Vivian burst into �30 DELPHIC tears. Catherine then spoke as encouragingly as possible Let’s tr\ another way,” she suggested, “and perhaps it will be the right one. „„ n 1 After hurrying on for some distance in a different directio n.' the girls found themselves on the edge of a clearing. They stood m a grown path which led through a straggling apple orchard of half-dead trees which stretched ghostly, moss-covered branches towards the sky. Old orchards such as this are sometimes found near abandoned dwellings in the Oregon woods; and. as a spring bubbled near, the girls looked through the trees expecting to see a building; sure enough, the pathway ended at the porch of an ancient house. Grass and bushes grew profusely around it; and the sunken porch, broken windows, and sagging roof lent an air of uncanniness to the dismal structure, Near the house were the bare rafters of an unfinished barn. And, completing this desolate picture, the clearing of several acres was entirely bordered by a tall, black fringe of firs. Recalling photographs they had seen of the house and halfbuilt barn, the girls realized with a start that this must be the place where, years before, a man had hanged himself from those very rafters. Indeed, since then, the buildings which they had never expected to see under such circumstances, were reputed to be haunted. The roar of the fast approaching storm added to their apprehension as with quickening heart beats they stood undecidedly gazing at the disquieting scene. Suddenly both girls whirled in mortal terror. A great crash burst from the underbrush nearby, and a black bear lumbered across the trail, startingly close. “Any port in a storm” was the mutual thought of the girls as they turned from the forest and hurried toward the house, pre­ ferring its uninviting shelter to the perils of the dark wood. Before they arrived the rain was falling in torrents. Too frightened to open the mouldering door, they found shelter behind a large box at one end of the porch. While leaning against it, watching the driving storm, they were startled by a succession of low, mysterious sounds coming from within the house. Instantly their thoughts turned to the ghost stories they had heard concerning the place. The noises continued intermittently for several seconds and then the door opening on the long porch swung on creaking hinges. Peering through cracks in the box, the terrified girls saw a roughly clad man appear in the semi-darkness of the doorway. He stood there gazing into the stormy night, and after a seemingly end­ less time, turned and re-entered the house. f Glancing at Vivian, Catherine saw that her friend was in a stupor o fear, and too terror-strickent to speak or move. With a sudden sense o her responsibility, Catherine realized that, being the older girl, she mus remain calm and summon all her courage. So with the utmost caution. she crawled to a window and looked through. She watched the man enter an inner room. The dim rays of a smoky lantern on a table re­ vealed the rough, hard features of another man, a bearded giant o fellow, bending over something that glistened. Catherine’s staring e> �DELPHIC 31 caught the yellow glint of gold. The man was fingering over and ap­ parently counting a heap of shining coins! Then in a low whisper she acquainted her companion with this startling discovery. They agreed that the men inside were undoubtedly the thieves, and knew that not an instant was to be lost in escaping from the place before their presence became known. They slipped quietly from the porch and fled across the clearing, not daring to pause until they were again in the dense shadows of the now friendly wood. By this time the storm had abated, and a full moon was peeping timidly through rifts in the clouds. It diffused enough light to enable them to find their way home had they known the right direction. Cath­ erine had heard that the old haunted house was located directly south of town; home, therefore, must be north of the spot where they now stood. “What would 1 not give for a compass to show us the way!” thought the girl, “As it is, I fear there is no choice but to spend the night in the forest. At the thought she despairingly clutched the breast of her blouse. A sharp exclamation of pain followed the movement. And, in the next instant, the girl gave another cry, smothered, but hopeful, as a sudden idea, inspired by the prick of the forgotten needle, flashed through her brain. From the lunch basket which Vivian still carried, Catherine took a cup and filled it at the spring near the edge of the clearing. She se­ lected a level spot and placed the cup in a moonlit area, unshadowed by timber. Taking the needle in her fingers she laid it carefully on the surface of the water, where it floated lightly, supported by the surface tension of the fluid. Attracted by the north magnetic pole of the earth, the tiny bit of steel swung slowly around, and at last became stationary, with its magnetized tip pointing northward,-—indicating the homeward way to the thankful girls. After going in the right direction for a quarter of a mile they entered an open glade, where, upon seeing a pool of water shimmering in the moonlight, they decided to correct their course. The carefully treasured needle and the cup were produced, and the former experiment was repeated. Continuing northward they came at length to an old road which fortunately led directly toward home. As the returning wanderers rounded a bend in the road the lights of an automobile flashed through the trees ahead. The girls tried to conceal themselves in the bushes, for they did not know who might be driving a car on this lonely road. But they were discovered! The machine came to a halt nearby, and above the pounding of the engine a gruff voice commanded: “Hands up, or I’ll shoot!” They obeyed, as a beam from a flashlight was turned upon them. The next instant a cheery voice boomed out, “Well, well, if here aren’t �32 DELPHIC the lost babes in the woods!” The man stepped from the car as he spoke, and the girls recognized their friend, the county sheriff. “1 must have given you girls quite a scare,” he said. “When I first saw you I thought you might be the thieves I’ve been searching for all day—the ones who got old Hornbeck’s money. Your folks got word to me before dark that you were lost, and since then I’ve been trying to kill two birds with one stone—hunt robbers and keep a lookout for you at the same time. Well, we’ll turn back towards town now and forget about those fellows for tonight.” “No! No!” cried the girls in unison, to the great surprise of the sheriff; and then they proceeded to tell their story, punctuating it pro­ fusely with gasps for breath, as they were tired and excited. The sheriff, who was accompanied by two deputies, determined to attempt the capture of the outlaws at once, before they should change their place of rendezvous. One deputy and the girls remained at the car, while the sheriff and the other officer pushed on in the direction of the old house. An hour later they returned with all of the gold and the two hand­ cuffed outlaws. The ruffians stared in sullen amazement when the sheriff pointed to the girls and remarked casually: “These are the young ladies who discovered your hiding place.” Within another half-hour, the auto, with its strangely assorted load, turned into the main street of Fairfield. The girls were soon safely at home and the desperadoes were landed in jail. The news of the affair spread quickly, as news will in a small town; and while Catherine, tired but happy, was relating her adventures to the family, there was a knock at the door and Mr. Hornbeck entered. He was a quiet little old man, who, for many years, had held aloof from his neighbors, and had seldom spoken more than a few half-mumbled words to anyone. An almost unbelievable change had come over him. Grati­ tude for the recovery of his money had thawed his icy reserve until he radiated good will. He thanked Catherine warmly for the part she had » PlaYed in the return of his gold—a leading role, in his opinion, for he was sure that the thieves would have eluded the sheriff and made their escape but for her timely discovery. Then he expressed the desire to reward her in some fitting way, and made this surprising suggestion. t ^°U *° ta^e a c°Hege course at my expense?” Oh. I would dearly love to!” cried Catherine. “But I don’t deserve such a wonderful reward.” fr»r^r Hornbeck, however, was determined to use a part of his money rest ,purposJr> as he would have plenty left to support him for the for an pnt'dayS* S° When he deParted he left a sum sufficient to provide Befnr,lretCOUrs® at one of the leading universities. which betnlTlnfg’ Cathenne surprised her family with an announcement physics "I h6 3 c°mP*ete reversal of her former hostile attitude t0'v‘l pnysics. I have changed my mjnd science;, she gajd “A little �DELPHIC 33 zs&zrs iuasnsf& rsus course at college—physics is so practical!” M. M. ’26. .«»■ • Jhe?e baIIads were written in twenty minutes as a part of class work in English 111: THE NAUGHTY KITTENS A big grey cat sat on a fence, Beside her sat the kittens; Their little paws were always white Because they all wore mittens. Their faces dirty always were Until their mother said: If you can’t keep your faces clean. You all will go to bed. And so the kittens three and four All had to go to bed; But instead of sleeping as they should, They all sat up and read. G. B. ’27. There lived a maid in Arthur’s reign, So sweet and fair was she The knights from all the country round Her beauty came to see. A peasant hard by her did dwell And land was forced to till. He lacked the lineage of the knights But hoped to win her still. And when her hand the maiden gave, ’Twas not to courtiers bold, But to the one who tilled the soil For love meant more than gold. S. M. ’27. .**■ An Opinion of Art Hundreds of years ago, a figure, shaggy and unkept, labored over a piece of stone, leaving as a forerunner of the beautiful paintings which now hang in sacred museums, a crude scratching of a beast. He had no conception of beauty, his work symbolized the essentials of his life, ani­ mals and trees, an occasional rough figure, and he lived in a world more �34 DELPHIC beautiful than any artist could place on canvas, or any writer could type on paper. To the world, art came with civilization, while the beauty of art has prevailed from the beginning of time. To a ragged urchin staring wide-eyed at the chalk marks which a tolerant policeman scratches on an uneven wall, the lines are a master­ piece, and placed beside a priceless canvas would leave the painting unnoticed. A great many people are not interested in anything but the pursuit of wealth, would term art as anything encased in a frame, or after seeing the works of masters, come away criticizing them as “boring daubs.” Art is not for such people, and though they do not think they are losing anything, half of the beauty in their lives is thrown away, for self. While those who have never had the opportunities of seeing a gallery or exquisite paintings, appreciate the beauty of a tiny square gay with screaming children and drifts of colored leaves; the spring seen flicker­ ing in a narrow alley and a small strip of grass budding with crocuses. So art is unlimited, It is more than a sketch, a portrait, an oil painting, or a statue. There is a haughty mountain mirrored in a lake, a wind swept cliff overhanging an angry ocean, a giant oak glorying in her autumn plumage, where a poet could dream, where an artist might seek inspiration, and anyone searching for art and beauty would find them. Art and beauty are closely connected; without beauty there would not be art. Beauty is an essential in life, and if one wishes to find it, no matter who he is, or what, he will find it. S. M. ’27. .**• Conclusions 1. The Past was Present, and the Present was Future, therefore the Future is Past. 2, The Present is the realization of a near Future—there is that tv,e1Cp IS 3 <^’stanIt future) but it is quickly overcome by the swiftness of “F,t,,‘!”e(n\,anS thlS Swift "Present” wrathfully turns the overcome Future to the Past. Future is an eternal family, as it were. famMv pnHSen'-iS u6 eternal “fickle member” which has left the Future am V into P, l mured 3nd Jealousy turns aI> members of the Future family into Past, which is dead, or Death. Future that4.evist am, and Pastv are~ 0nty 0nes of the three “states of being S^srthatfabVlhTFiS SmSTSTJ Present^so^cplick 1 y becomes �DELPHIC 35 But the Future eventually turns to Present; therefore, the Present is merely a part of the Future which drifts into Past. If such is the case, are we living in the Past or the Future? Or are we standing in that part of the Future which is Present, the link, as it were, to the Past? That must be it; we are living in the portion of the Future which is Present, standing against the tide which would push us into the Past with the Present that must become Past—only Death can push us into the Past. M. B. ’26. <» People Who Receive Advice People who receive advice, often asked for, and still more often unasked for, seldom thank those who give it. Therefore, it would seem but natural if the “wise counsellors” of this world were to disappear gradually. Yet there are those who have a mania for saying at every crisis, “If I were you I wouldn’t,” or “If I were you I would”. The ques­ tion arises as to whether you would look well with bobbed hair. You immediately obtain advice, “Oh, if I were you I wouldn’t do it. If you want my honest opinion, you’ll look terrible.” A feeling arises within you impulsively that your friend “has her nerve” and the next day you have your hair bobbed, just because you were told you would look “terrible”. You want an opinion on a certain book. “Oh, don’t read it; it’s perfectly ghastly!” So you read it and find it very interesting. The worst species of “If I were you’s” is the brand that imagine themselves kind missionaries, to correct with kindly advice the faults of us lesser mortals and to guide us into the path of the virtuous. Miss Spratt calls on you. She feels it her absolute duty to warn you that a certain young man has been known to play poker, “and if I were you I wouldn’t have a thing to do with him, my dear.” Now you had probably consid­ ered the “certain young man” a dreadful bore, but the fact that you were warned against him makes you decide that maybe after all he wasn’t so bad, and you’ll give him a date for Tuesday night. The weather gets colder. Mother or Aunty, says, “I hope, my dear, hat you weren’t thinking of going without your coat today. It’s beastly cold. You were on the verge of putting your coat on, but the idea that you were told to causes an argument to ensue concerning the temperature. You take your bosom friend with you, when buying a new hat. After much trying on” the choice narrows down to two. “Which one do you u,„eAbest> th® bIue or ^e other one?” “Oh, if I were you, I’d take the ue one. Honey-dew spots so easily, and it isn’t half so serviceable.” h^Tfy°U re nght- Sti11 1 don’t know-” You take the blue hat, and ate it forever after because it is so serviceable; or you take the honey- �36 DELPHIC dew and it spots; and you decide that your friend was right, but—. There is always a “but5’; it can’t be helped so long as advice is offered and accepted. Perhaps the person, who resents the advice he seeks, most greatly, is the man who asks his wife her opinion of his necktie or any other purchase made with distinctly masculine taste. ‘ How do you like my tie, dear? Pretty sporty, eh?’’ “I was just wondering who wished that danger signal on you”. “What’s the matter with it? Nice colors, green and red, as far as I can see. “Yes, they’re very pretty at Christmas time, but—’’ “Go on. Say it. I know what you’re thinking. “Well, you asked me what 1 thought, and 1 told you. I knew what would happen.” “And so on far, far into the night.” Mrs. Smith considers it her duty to inform Johnny’s mother that every time Johnny has a nickel for a pencil, he spends it for an ice cream cone, “And if I were you, I’d give him a good spanking. Of course, if 1 weren’t a friend of yours, 1 wouldn’t say this; but 1 know you’ll understand.” Johnny’s sin is immediately dismissed. Mrs. Smith is considered a “busy body,” “and if 1 were that woman, I’d watch my own children. The stories they tell are frightful.” All these kinds of “If 1 were you’s” are harmless, although often annoying; but there is another branch which is really a menace to the public. How many people spurning advice have come to grief, and how many people, taking advice, who might have, if guided by their better judgment, done the right thing? We understand there is no giving and taking in marriage in the next world, and perhaps there is no giving and taking advice. B. P. ’26. -♦» ^ * Our Visit to the Fox Farm When school was out and the warm summer weather had begun, we went to one of our fox farms for a few weeks’ visit. We started about five o clock one morning when everything was quiet and no one was on the streets. It took us about twenty-four hours to get to the fox island. But we surely had some dreadful frights during those hours, which seemed exceedingly long. One thing was that Judy, our dog, fell in the bay three times. Another was the unpleasant rocking of the boat. When we arrived at Emmonds Island there were friends there to greet us. We ate and visited with them that day. The next day we started to explore. As soon as Judy saw the little foxes, she began chasing them. Of course this would never do, so Miss Judy had to live on the boat for the remainder of her visit. �DELPHIC 37 During our visit we saw an eagle and one of the men shot it. Now there were plenty of eagles around there so it did not arouse our sym­ pathy when one was killed. The foxes had been disappearing and the eagles were suspected of eating them. We went ashore to take a good look at it and thought it would be an easy matter to lift it. Both Esther and 1 tried, but that was the best we could do, for it was impossible for us to move that heavy bird. Finally the men dragged it into the water. One day when mother and we were tired of having nothing of special interest to do, we decided to take a hike into the woods, and follow deer paths for hours and hours. At last we discovered that we had lost our way but walked on. because on an island you are bound to reach the shore if you keep on going. During our hike we came to a lagoon. It was most interesting. On the lake was a flock of ducks, a mother and her eight babies. The banks were covered with little baby frogs; the largest was only about one-half inch long. We took some home with us but they didn’t live long. We found many curios before reaching the shore and home. We went swimming in the cold ocean, went picnicking and picked berries, but our interest in these things wore off in time and we were ready to sail for home in a couple of weeks. E. K. '28. .**■ Japan Japan, the most beautiful country of the East; the sunken gardens arrayed with beautiful cherry trees; the sun casting a golden light on their pink blossoms; gorgeous flowers in pastel colors bobbing their heads around in the cool breeze wafted from the sea; the purple wisteria winding around a carved pagoda; ponds with yellow and white lilies floating around in their still waters; lovely women clothed in robes of satin brocaded with gold and silver, walking leisurely up and down the paths; and as a background for this beautiful scene, towering Mount Fujiyama with its caps of snow. Down the street you walk, finding places where the earthquake of a few years ago left its traces. Far above the buildings fly the gay flags with Dragons painted on them. Blue-clad men carrying packs on their backs and on their shoulders; the gaily dressed children playing in the streets; people stopping at the stalls along the street. Farmers, conspic­ uously dressed, with huge round hats on their heads, have come with their products to the city, their feet muddy from the flooded fields where they were planting rice. This beautiful land of gay colors is Japan, which I long to see. K. J. ’28. �38 DELPHIC Portland and London If one has entered the city of London by way of a trip from the sea up the Thames, and likewise after a singular trip up the Columbia and Willamette rivers, has come to Portland, one would immediately recog­ nize how singularly alike the approaches to the cities are; for with the older city one would find many evidences of age and permanency. Port­ land, on" the other hand, has no such general indication of this state; for, being a city in the making, there is much that is temporary, while London is particularly rich in historic buildings which have touches of antiquity and tradition. Surrounded by a rugged line of mountain scenery, Portland is found uniquely situated in a country of attractive beauty, while London, on the other hand hemmed in by congested areas of artisans’ homes, tenement houses, factories, and manufactories, is surrounded by pastoral scenes and romantic hamlets. M. S. ’27. .*»• The Monotony of Being Good The title sounds as though “being good” was a bore and I shouldn’t be surprised if that opinion had a good many adherents, so 1 shall take the opposite side, not so much with the desire to be different, but because my sentiments lean that way. First, we must have a thorough understanding as to what “being good” signifies. Probably few have ever bothered to investigate Webster’s version. If you had, you would have been surprised to see the many meanings it has. The word was originally “good”, meaning “fitting” or akin ; but our translation is “highly commendable, admirable, well be­ haved, decorous, socially in good repute”. “A good name is better than piecious ointment came from the lips or pen of some great reformer. Perhaps a modern translation would be “a good rep is as precious as rare, and in certain places it is becoming extinct. I am not urging a social renaissance or anything similar, but in these terribly modern times, to use the vernacular, it is a “kick” to be good, because you are sure to be original, In fact it is not monotonous; it is a source of constant pleasure. To quote another unknown, but conscientious writer, “Virtue is its own reward . It is that It brings you self-respect and if you respect yourprobably ,lke yourself. If you like yourself, you have one bu™onvincingSaneast y ‘° ^ y°U *" adversity' Rather roundab0Ut' behaved 'l!'0 WarJtS tc! be ^’ghly commendable, admirable, decorous, well behaved, etc., unless it gets him something? Perhaps that is being mer- �DELPHIC 39 cenary, but even though it isn’t monotonous, I didn’t say it wasn’t hard work to keep not only within the boundaries of convention, but a long way from the edge. We are dealing with extremes, you know. When you refuse to do something which would be indecorous, don’t consider yourself a martyr. That would “indeed” be monotonous. Don’t think you are suffering in order to perfect civilization. Don’t say resign­ edly that you will get your reward outside of this fickle world. Just say, “Susie, you are good, and I certainly like your style.” A. H. ’26. .*#- On a High Sea I had been lying in my berth all day, trying to be a good sailor. As yet, I was unsuccessful, but the good stewardess was hopeful, and insisted on poking her head in the door regularly every half hour to see that I was comfortable, which I was not, and to tell me that chicken broth, fresh fruit of any kind, a cup of tea, or even a glass of scalded milk would cure my ills in no time. At five o’clock when she appeared, 1 asked her weakly if the sea wasn’t pretty rough this afternoon. “Bless you heart, no,’ she replied. “Why, I’ve seen some storms in my day, such as you can’t imagine. The waves rollin’ clean over the ship, and me not one bit seasick,” and with this cheerful admonition, she went bustling out. Evidently I fell asleep, for it was dark when I awoke to find myself being rolled uncomfortably about in my berth. Through the portholes I could see the dim outline of the water line rising and falling, with many splashes of white spray, and outside I could hear the running back and forth of many feet. Soon the stewardess had burst into the room, bring­ ing with her a good dash of salt water. She sat down panting by the bed, and commenced talking so fast that I was forced to make her stop and begin again. Yes, she said the sea was rough. A gale had sprung up and was blowing so violently that the waves were constantly breaking over the deck. After a detailed description of conditions outside, she left, letting in another dash of spray. The waves grew stronger, and as each came pounding onto the deck, it seemed that the ship must surely sink or capsize under the force of the water. I sat up for a long time, holding my breath at the awfulness of the sound, but at last I went off to sleep. The next morning my friend the stewardess hustled into the room. “For, Miss,” she exclaimed, “that was the roughest sea I ever did see. Two lifeboats and everything loose carried overboard. “Yes,” I agreed, “it was rough. But could I have some chicken broth, some fresh fruit, a cup of tea, or even a glass of scalded milk? J. W. ’28. �40 DELPHIC The Cat Man Study hour was over and as everybody had had a full day and was nfyss»d.=r -T««-* one°roome 1Se%TdntotUthSk Su^abouSis, although^ had noticed how queerly the girls had acted earlier in the evening. Five minutes before the last bell all the girls dashed to their rooms the long way wound instead of taking the shorter way through the hall as they had been accustomed to doing. Later— after the lights were out _Miss Knight came around to the different dormitories to see if everybody was all right, She noticed that all the windows were closed and bolted. In one of the rooms, she went to the window and started to open it; but as she did so she heard an exclamation of horror from the bed and was begged to leave it closed. She was very much surprised, and de­ manding to know the reason was informed that it was too cold with it open Miss Knight, doubting the truth of this statement, determined to investigate further into the matter. At various intervals during the night, she walked through the dormi­ tories to see if she could solve the mystery. Every time she went by a bed she heard a shudder and a gasp—but she could discover nothing further as to the cause. The next night at more frequent intervals the same performance followed “lights out’’. Until 12:30 nothing happened, but the next time Miss Knight passed through the “dorms” she found two beds empty, and in the next room she found three girls huddled together in one corner. At the window was the form of a man with a mask on, who was all crouched up in a cramped position—and clawing at the window with large bony claws, and at frequent intervals giving dreadful hisses and hair-raising screams. At the sudden unexpected appearance of Miss Knight the girls went into a frenzy and gave one shrill, terrifying scream. At this scream and the sudden appearance of the newcomer, the “catman” disappeared. Miss Knight, rushing to the window, discovered a crowd of boys run­ ning across the campus. It was the next day that the girls remembered that only three days ago the boys had told them of an escaped maniac in the neighborhood. M. A. M. ’28. Friend Blackboard If I were to choose that in the school which could bring me the great­ est number of associated memories, I would, without doubt, immediately choose the front blackboard in upper study hall. That blackboard has suffered and laughed with the students for years. It gives us warning, it tells us news, it advertises our lost, and �DELPHIC 41 cries with joy over our found. If anyone wants something known, the blackboard’s the thing to impart the news to—the school herald! Class meetings, a holiday notice, date for a dance, a place for a picnic, a call for money, dues, books, a Student Council meeting_ Boarders! Day girls! interest one or the other. There is always something on the board to Again I say, with due apologies to Shakespeare, the blackboard’s the thing. Long may it live! M. B. ’26. .**■ Going to Sleep Lights out: Little red specks everywhere . . . little green specks now —turning into tree trunks . . . tree trunks into yellow blocks . . . blocks into birds . . . birds fade but make sweet chirps . . . not chirps_it’s croaks . . . why do chirps turn into croaks. Birds must have been frogs . . . yellow frogs . . . ah! no—green birds. How odd to forget! Must sleep . . . must lie still . . . count sheep . . . How can one count sheep when there are no sheep to count? “Pick up your feet, don’t scuff.” Who said that? Lincoln—or Shakespeare . . . likelv ... it doesn’t matter : • • ^t where would one walk? To follow the Pied Piper? What an idea. When one got tired he could lie down and sleep . . . but the music would awaken one . . . it’s so hard, anyway . . . and then the bed might not go through the door ... of the cave, you know. Oh, well . . . Why did she ask for flowers for the table? It wouldn’t be flowers . . . no . . . not flowers . . . Carrots? . . . Carrots . . for . . M. J. '27. .**• A Nightmare Help! The squirrel is chasing me—that bee is going to sting Johnnie! Ouch—it stung me instead. I’m riding in a Rollys-Royce over Mount Hood—it’s too slippery. Its so hot in South America, and tarantulas kill, if they bite Wish I could wake up. I m swimming in the Gulf of Mexico. There are sharks here. Watch 0ut- That fellow just missed taking a bite out of my leg. Hope I can remember this to tell in the morning. That Geometry !gure isn’t right—there’s no such thing as a four sided triangle. The earths stopped revolving—I’m slipping off—I’m frightened—oh! What a bump. My I’m glad I’m awake. That was an awful dream. M. B. A. ’26 . �DELPHIC 42 VX S3 Y* ! Billy's Dream Billy was a little boy about six years old, and he just would not mind his mother. So one day Billy was a bad boy and ran away with another little boy about seven years old, whose name was Jimmy. Now this little boy was a very bad little boy, too, and he would not mind his mother either. So Billy and Jimmy went on their journey. They came to Mr. Hall’s property and stole apples. Now what do you think of that, green ones, too! So that night when Billy was all snug in bed, that night he had a dream. He ran away from home and came to a strange house in the woods. He saw there a man to guard the gate. Billy walked up very carefully to the man and said, “Would you mind telling me whose house this is?” “The house of good boys,” said the guard. “May I go in?” asked Billy. “No!” said the man in a gruff voice that made Billy stand back with fright. “No! Have you been a good boy?” “Well, no,” said Billy very slowly. “We are doing this for the benefit of those who are good,” said the guard. By this time Billy had a pain. Are you loyal to your nation?” Billy could not answer. He woke up. Mother! Mother!’ he cried. “Come! Come! I will never be bad again.” And ever after that Billy was a good boy. Frances Sandvall. Lower V. �DELPHIC 43 The Haunted Castle I went to the haunted castle one day, With a few little children to play. The spooks came out, and ran about And we were very much in doubt, For we had come to play. Inside we went and saw a bent, A bent and humped old figure, Than Mary Ann 'twas not one-half inch bigger. We’d come inside but not to hide, As we then planned to do, And I’m sure you would too. We opened the door of a closet dark, And in there we did park. We saw a passage to the right And ran right through into the night. We found that we were in the park, Though it was rather dark, Our home was just around the bend And we told the story from end to end. Peter Owen. Lower V. .**■ Why I Want to Grow Up The reason I want to grow up is because I want to be able to talk freely and be able to choose my own business, so that I can earn my own living in the world. I want to work hard and save up a lot of money and then give half of it or maybe more than half to the poor, and keep the rest for myself but not for my husband! Because I won’t have any. I want to live all by myself when I’m an old lady but when I m young I want to live with another lady the same age as myself. I want to live in a nice neat little bungalow. I don’t want to have a maid or a butler or any kind of a servant. I want to do all my own work and I want my partner to do all hers. Saville Riley. Lower VI. .**- Jerry There was a flash of lightning. I fell? hit my head on the railing and the next thing I knew I was alone in the ocean on a raft. My head was aching terribly. I could not see anything on the raft but a box and something that looked like a big bundle. I was curious to know what it was. I started to get up but I fell back. There was nothing to do ; �44 DELPHIC but look at the bundle, Pretty soon I saw the bundle move. I felt suddenly alarmed and wished I was with my mother. After a while a nose protruded between the covers. And then a pair of sharp bright eyes. Then came a dog. Yes! a dog which I had seen on the steamer a day before, He came over to me and licked my hand. He was hungry and I was too. 1 was feeling better so I got up and opened the box and found some bread and cooked meat and also some water. I ate some bread and a little bit of meat and drank some water. I gave the dog some meat and water. A week later no ship had come in sight. We were out of food and as there was nothing else to do 1 went to sleep. While I was asleep, Jerry, which was the dog’s name, saw a ship. He took my dress, which I had taken off, in his teeth and jumped up and down so that the captain seeing it, steered the ship over to the raft. When I woke up my mother was kissing me. Jerry had saved my life. -—Roberta Smith. Lower VI. .*»• Bees, Fleas, Cheese, and Breeze Bees, Fleas, Cheese, and Breeze, All went out for a frolic in the trees. Bees got too close to Breeze and was tempted to sneeze. And what do you think did Fleas? Why he ran off on one of his (usual) sprees. And still there is Breeze and also Cheese. Well, I’ll tell you now about Cheese He was eaten by Hercules. And Breeze was left alone at his ease Dancing and prancing among the trees. —Peter Owen. Lower V. .**■ Antony and Cleopatra After the battle of Philippi, Antony went into Asia to settle the affairs of the provinces there. He asked Cleopatra, the beautiful queen ot Egypt, to meet him there to tell him why she had given aid to the liberators, She went, relying on the power of her charms to cool his wrath. . ascended the Cydnus in a gilded barge, with cars of silver an sai s o purple, beneath awnings of the richest manufactures it was possible to make. The beautiful queen was attired as Venus. She lay among lovely maidens dressed to represent cupids and nereids. Antony was charmed, as had been Caesar before him, by the dazzling splendor of e erpent o the Nile . Enslaved by her enchantments and in the �DELPHIC 45 pleasure of her company, he forgot all else—ambition, honor, and country. Days and nights were spent in feasting, dancing, and boating. It is said that the queen at the end of a banquet, in order to win a wager that she could consume something of fabulous worth, dissolved a costly pearl in a glass of vinegar and carelessly swallowed it. On their fishing trips, the queen had divers fasten huge fish to the hook of her lover. Once Antony broke away from his enslavement to lead his army away from the foe. He lost the battle, and discouraged and wounded he set up his camp in Memphis. The false queen sent him word that she was dead and Antony stabbed himself. He asked to be taken to her, and he expired in her arms. A year later, Cleopatra was found dead in her room. It was thought that she held a poison asp to her arm, but nobody knows how she really died. Agnes Gordon. Lower VI �46 DELPHIC -I clLd -dU ii September 9 The opening day of school! A most thrilling day, but marred by a bit of sadness, for we have left summer behind. We have several new teachers and more class rooms, because the primary school has been moved across the street. We also have more girls to use the added class rooms, so everyone is well pleased. September 29 All of the boarders went to a benefit concert, given by the Alumnae and Trustees of the Hall. We enjoyed the entertainment very much, and also did not mind missing evening study hall a bit. October 31 The old-girl-new-girl party. This is an annual event, and this year it was “bigger and better” than ever. The new girls caught the spirit of the affair and stood the initiations very well. October 31 -November 7 The Horse Show—A great many of the boarders went, and were so impressed that they talked about horses for at least a week, which got them safely over Hallowe’en without doing much mis­ chief, besides mixing each other’s drawers and making “apple-pie beds. November 6 Mr. Barde came to the school to explain the motive for keeping Old Ironsides . He talked so well, that when he was finished we were ready to rush out and give our month’s allowance to save the old frigate “Constitution”. �DELPHIC 47 November 7 Some of the boarders went to the Symphony Orchestra concert The program was very interesting and the director wonderful. November 10 The end of the quarter, marks are being averaged, and everyone feels rather shaky, to say the least. It hardly seems possible that we have been in school almost nine weeks. November 11 Armistice Day. We had our usual service. The Bishop gave an address and planted the Bishop’s and Trustees’ trees. Then the Alumnae tree was planted, and each class tree as well, in memory of our brave soldiers. After the service everyone came into the school. The parents and teachers were served with coffee and cakes., and the girls had cocoa and cake. November 13 Today Catherine Van Schuyver received a check of $50 for the first prize in the Oregon Products Essay Contest. Margaret Mc­ Call won the second prize of $30. The third prize for the grammar school essay was won by Marion Denton. The whole school is proud of its efforts, for seven of the seventeen essays that were considered for prizes came from the Hall. November 14 The boarders gave a dance. It was reallv a great success, and everyone had a wonderful time. There were about thirty couples there, and we had a prize dance that was very interesting. We “feasted royally” on ice cream and cookies, as well as delicious home-made punch. November 16 The students of St. Helen’s Hall enjoyed a very interesting talk given by Mrs. Sharp, an old Hall graduate, for the benefit of the Community Chest. After seeing the two darling children she brought with her from the Albertina Kerr Nursery we were all the more willing to give our money that these babies might be taken better care of. November 17 Kalendar has recorded this quarter faithfully, and next quarter is not to be thought of at present. But Thanksgiving Vacation will be here in a week, and Christmas three weeks later. How could we leave that out? We wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year—and most of all Good Luck.” �DELPHIC 48 Siifertain nenf A Musicale was given for the ‘ benefit campaign” of St. Helen’s Hall, under the direction of Jocelyn Foulkes, at the Woman’s Club Building, on September 29. Jane O’Reilly, violinist, Anne O’Reilly, cellist, and Carl Denton, pianist, presented a group of trios with precision and fluency. The warmth and brilliancy of Pauline Miller Chapman’s voice were displayed in songs by Rogers, Mignon and Gounod. The Dudley Buck Quartet, Walter Rose, C. W. F. Martin, Charles Savage and Leroy Carry, with Gertrude Van Horne at the piano, achieved unusual effects in phrasing, diction and tone. Katherine Laidlaw’s dancing evoked much applause. Her accompanist was Dorris Clark, and Mrs. Chapman was accompanied by Mrs. Haskell Ferrin. PROGRAM 1. Trios: Cesar Cui a. Far Niente .............. .... Liebe b. Serenade.................. Roz c. Extase de l’Amour. . 2. Dance: Bizet Minuet de l’Arlesienne Katherine Laidlaw Accompanist, Dorris Clark 3. Vocal Quartets: a. To the Hunt, to the Field......................... Dudley Buck b. Songs My Mother Taught Me................ . . . . . Dvorak Dudley Buck Quartet Walter Rose, C. W. F. Martin, Charles Savage and Leroy Carey Accompanist, Gertrude Van Horne �DELPHIC 49 4. Vocal Solos: a. Dear, When I Gaze . Rogers b. Recompense ....... M ignon c. It Is Not Always May Gounod Pauline Miller Chapman Accompanist, Mrs. Haskell Ferrin 5. Dance: Mari, Mari Neapolitan Folk Song Katherine Laidlaw A short talk on “The Development of the Symphony” was given by Miss Jocelyn Foulkes, one of the music instructors at the Hall. The girls found this subject very interesting as they are all interested in music and in the rapid progress the Portland Symphony Orchestra has made in the past few years. Several girls have season tickets for the coming per­ formances. The Old Girl-New Girl Party The Old Girl-New Girl Party! What a lark this always means, yet for the new girls and particularly for the freshmen, it is sometimes some­ what of an ordeal, for it is also their time of initiation. As the custom has been for a number of years, the dance was a masquerade. Such a queer lot of characters came that one had to stop and think whether one were living in the time of the Arabian Nights Tales, in a roaming Nomad tribe, or down south on a darky plantation. Prizes for the best and most original costumes were awarded to Felix, the Cat (Geraldine Kerby) to Raggedy Andy (Maria Wilson), and to the two Gollywags (Vivian Sandstrom and Miss Constance Wilson). The initiations went off with loads of “pep” and enthusiasm, and then followed dancing and games for the remainder of the evening. True to the tradition of Hallowe’en, the refreshments consisted of doughnuts, apples and cider, which just seemed to fit in with the occasion and hungry girls with ferocious appe­ tites. At ten-thirty, all too early, we had to go home, for the next day was school again—and lessons. St. Helen’s Hall Tea On Wednesday, November 4, Sister Superior entertained the Parents of the students of St. Helen’s Hall at tea. The teachers received the guests and discussed with the mothers the progress of their daughters. Departing from the usual custom of having it in the parlor, tea was served downstairs in the more spacious dining room. In that way i \ possible for people to move about without tramping on each others toes. The room was attractive with flowers, ferns and sPark,inS S1ed Congleton, Madelon Brodie, Lucille Bowman and Margaret Ha P • Assisting about the room and serving were the Seniors I Boarders, and at the heads of the various committees Margaret Brandes, Betty PaiVy, Helen Peters, Dorothy Mautz and Eleanor Poorman presided. �y DELPHIC 50 i The Boarders’ Dance Saturday, November 14, was a great day for the boarders—also for thirty lucky young men who received invitations to their dance. The refreshments were not particularly unique, but were appreciated by one and all. They consisted mainly of ice cream, cake and punch. The orchestra was one of the best we have ever had, despite the fact they were ten minutes late. Beautifully decorated, the Hall dining room appeared gay in voilet and rose streamers suspended from the ceiling. The special feature was a prize dance, for which the saxophonist acted as judge. The prizes were won by Elizabeth St. Clair and Wilbur Campbell. Elizabeth was presented with a dancing man and Wilbur with a monkey climbing a string. After the dance was over and the last "man" had taken his last leave and gone out the front door, the boarders toddled up to bed wondering how soon they could have another dance. Armistice Day Celebration The school held short memorial exercises in honor of the signing of the Armistice. The students assembled on the terrace in a semi-circle. Photographs for the Oregonian Review were taken and shown at one of the theatres. Probably this theatre had an overly large audience that week, because it is human nature to enjoy seeing oneself on the silver screen. PROGRAM "My Country ’Tis of Thee” Invocation Prayer "In Flanders Field”. ...... "Recessional” . .Colonel John McCrae Ruth Simmonds "The Flag Goes By” . ... . .Rudyard Kipl'.ng Agnes Gordon Henry Hilcomb Bennet Ora Cloninger Address: Bishop Sumner Planting of Trees: The Bishop and Trustee Tree The Alumnae Tree................. Mrs. James Honeyman The Senior Tree The Junior Tree Presentation of Ivy Georgiana Gantenbein, Saville Riley w ^e. ’vy was §rown from a small piece, sent last year from oflTpuJils bbey> and br0U§ht t0 the Lower Sch001 by °ne “The Star Spangled Banner” �I DELPHIC 51 The girls who are attending Oregon this year are: Dorothy Statter, Catherine Mayhew, Gwendolyn Hall, Lucille George, Lillian Bennet, Mayanna Sargent, Catherine Martin and Beverly Roberts, of the Class of 1925; Catherine West, ’24; Edna Ellen Bell, 24, and Marjorie Williams, a special last year. At 0. A. C., the girls from last year’s class are: Julia Bradley, Lilias Peltier, Donna Magnuson, Marjorie Mariner and Lillian Burdett, a special two years ago. Margaret Ellen and Roberta Douty, who were formerly Hall girls, are also there. Elbertine Adams, Betty Sewall, Velma Payne and Edythe Hartley of 1925, and Gertrude Ireland ’23 are at the University of Washington. Margaret Spencer, ’23, Hazelmary Price, ’23, and Frances Spalding, ’22, are now at Mills. Virginia Edwards, ’22, and Catherine Overbeck. ’22. are members of the Junior Class at Wellesley. Virginia is in the choir. Irene Brix, ’24, is taking up kindergarten work at the Ellison-White Conservatory. Marjorie Pittock, ’25, Evelyn Meyer, ’25, and Catherine Deyette, a former Hall girl, left this fall for Mrs. Lucy Dodd Ramburg’s villa in Florence, Italy. Word from them says that they plan to spend the Christ­ mas holidays in Rome. Celeste Proctor, ’25, left a short while ago for New York, where she plans to stay for a few months. Nadine Caswell, ’17, has recently returned from abroad. We recently received a letter from Marjorie Mariner, ’25, who is attending O. A. C. Her engagement to Bavard Sisson was announced a short while- ago. Marjorie made the first hockey team though she had never played before, and she attributed this to Mrs. Knapps coaching. Katharine Hart, ’24, is now at Reed. �52 DELPHIC ENGfLF|AHFouJeS ’21 to Lieutenant Walter Pitmany Ramsay, U. S. N. JaTheLplan to be married the latter part of December. Dorothy Haradon. ’23, to Richard Montgomery, planned for the spring. The wedding is MARRIAGES: Marion Farrell, ’22, to Frederick Jacobs. Mary Helen Spalding, ’19, to Harry Clair. BIRTHS: To Mr and Mrs. Severin Harkson (Doris Henningsen, ’20) a son, Robert Warren. Mr. and Mrs. Harkson live in Shanghai. To Mr. and Mrs. Donald Drake (Janet Griffith), a son, Donald Jr. To Mr. and Mrs. Hugh R. Lamberth (Frances Ford, ex-’24), a son. MISCELLANEOUS: Elva Mervy, ’21, is on the English staff at the Hall this year. Florence Niles, ’23, came to see us the opening day of school. She is going to law school. Mrs S A. Robinett, who went to the Hall in 1912, is a proctor in the study hall. Her little girl, Ethel May, attends the Lower School. We have recent news of Marion Eugenie Bauer, 1898, who is a composer of great note. Her recent book, “How Music Grew written in collaboration with Ethel Peyser, is to be published t is month. She plans to return to Paris for the winter, where she will resume her studying and composing. Cecilie Applegath, ’25, is a P. G. at Miss Allen’s Preparatory School. �DELPHIC 53 The Delphic acknowledges the following with thanks: “The Rosemary Question Mark,” Rosemary Hall, Greenwich, Conn. “Nicholas Pen Points,” S. Nicholas School, Seattle, Wash. “The Blue Print,” Katharine Branson School. Ross, Calif. ‘‘The Blue Pencil,” Walnut High School, Natick, Mass. “The Academia,” S. Mary’s Academy, Portland, Ore. “S. Katharine’s Wheel,” S. Katharine’s School, Davenport, Iowa. ‘‘The Year Book,” 1924-1925, Miss Ransom and Miss Bridges School, Piedmont, Calif. ‘‘The Annual,” Cathedral School of S. Mary, Garden City, Long Island, N. Y. “Ward-Belmont Hyphen,” Ward-Belmont, Nashville, Tenn. Comments The Cathedral School of S. Mary Annual—Your sketches are very clever and your personal touches interesting even to outsiders. The Rosemary Question Mark—Your jokes are exceptionally good for a school publication and your fiction very amusing. The Blue Pencil—A splendid magazine. We envy you your exchange list. The Blue Print—Your poetry is especially commendable. are worthy of The Academia— Another paper whose jokes and fiction ... notice. �54 DELPHIC It is a well-known fact that in all the best schools and colleges in the country a certain amount of exercise is compulsory. The reason for this is not to promote the athletic standing of the school, but to develop the minds of the students along lines as essential as the various studies. The different branches of sports enable the student to have a clear, quick mind and a keen sense of fairness, in addition to the physical development. Up to the present time, the students of St. Helen’s Hall have shown a great interest in athletics, tennis and basketball being our primary sports. The only drawback has been that owing to the schedule o studies and accommodation for sports, only the more athletically incline of the girls have seriously entered into them. This year, our instructor, Mrs. Knapp, has consented to stay four more periods a week, giving opportunities for exercise six out of the seven periods a day. A new system of compulsory exercise has been installed, so that every girl, unless physically incapacitated, has at the very least two periods a week of exercise, and use of the tennis court any time she has a free period. Great enthusiasm has been shown so far for tennis, During the summer the old dirt court was dug up and a cement court put in, the present of the class of ’25. Our tennis days this year will last only a few weeks more, but it is safe to prophesy that the entry lists for the annua tournament in the Spring will be almost doubled. At present, basketball is the center of attraction. For weeks we have worked feverishly for a place on the school team. The old girls have had to fight hard to regain their positions of last year, as there are many �DELPHIC 55 promising candidates among the new girls, who are showing unusual interest and skill. As yet the class teams have not been chosen, nor has any schedule of games been decided upon. The final choice of the teams will depend on a “survival of the fittest", and there are great hopes for a better and stronger team than the school has ever had. May the present enthusiasm and spirit of good sportsmanship never fail in victory or defeat! The school teams have been chosen as follows: Second Team First Team .......Muriel Barde . Center . Helen Loomis.. ..Elizabeth Kaser Side-Center “Pete” Peters.. Mary Alice Meyer . Forward . Nancy Chipman ........ Jane Cullers Forward “Libby” Martin ..“Peggy” Cannon . . Guard . Betty Allyn.... .Margaret Brandes . . Guard . . “Gerry” Kirby. These positions are only tentative, and will probably be changed as practice goes on. It was particularly hard to choose the guards, because of the many good players, Those who are working hard to displace the four already mentioned are Frances Jack, “Lee" Martin, Helen Adelsperger, Analene Cohen and Ardella Sweek. �56 DELPHIC Who Can Tell Us Where boyish bobs came from? How sweat shirts got popular? Why we attempt the Charleston? For what reason we wear slickers when it doesn’t rain? Who really knows what Collegiate means? If a fraternity is where they make good-looking pins? Why we who understand tennis go to football games? The modiste’s name who remodels King Tut dresses? Why we wait until our senior year to accumulate credits? What to do when we can’t think of a tenth question? D. M., reciting—-“and with fifty men floating down the Ohio river—’ A. C.: “In what sorority are El and Vel?” M. B. A. (absently) : “Never heard of it. Local?” FLUENT FRENCH Mile.: “Qui est Robert?” E. A. J.: “Robert est le fils de son pere.” Miss M.: “Why did Columbus discover America?” V. S.: ‘ Fate.” Miss M.: “What act of England prohibited the colonies from foreign trade?” H. P.: “The Prohibition Act.” Miss F.: Where did the ‘Whigs’ get their name?” M. B.: Because they all wore white wigs.” M. R.: “What’s Latin for ‘sometime’?” M. B. A.: Don’t know the Latin, but I know the song.” i �DELPHIC 57 K. M.: “The shoes garnished the table and floor. DELPHIC MEETING Miss W.: “How are the Exchanges?” V. C.: (looking at Phyllis) : ‘‘Just fine, thanks.” M. J. (in Geometry) : “A parallelogram is a piece of space bounded around by a bunch of lines.” YE LATIN STUDENTS She thinks of dropping Latin, And all our friends concur— For, knowing her, they quite agree One tongue’s enough for her. Nit: “When is a pencil not a pencil?” Wit: “Before it’s manufactured.” Question (just before the Faculty Tea) . first, the younger or the elder lady?” The elder.” Chorus: Order: “Then do so.” N. C.: “But how can you tell?” “Whom do you introduce H. H.: Do we get marks for talking? Miss K.: Yes, of course. the class. H. H.: I’ll bet I have the highest marks in E. K.: Franklin ran away and he ran to Philadelphia. Hmm-m! Quite a run! P. H. (paraphrasing Polonius) ‘‘Take each mans census. Miss B. (translating) : “He says” (bell sounds) ‘‘Oh, Dear! house for the monkeys up in the M. A. M.: They are building a new park here pretty soon. F. L.: They are going to build a new wing on mastoids. Rather G. E.: A lady had a lot of dogs and they were painful—yes? Did you know it snowed last night? the first snow in the E. J.: M. H. C.: Oh no, it didn’t. They always put paper. of course): “How many Miss M. (speaking of Elizabethan prose: girls have Bacon at home?” �58 DELPHIC ENGLISH AS SHE IS ILLUSTRATED M. H. C.: The boy was edible for a driver’s license. H. A.: The effervescene of his speech was felt. K. B.: She has a malleability for going to all the shows. M. H.: She had a lot of alliteration on. M. B.: Precede is to follow before. F. L. (eagerly) : Oh, I looked that up! Respiratory means the way you sleep. Scene: Room III. Miss W. enters without being heard, and after part of the class has risen, M. B. A. rubs her eyes—What’s everybody standing up for? Scene: Sacred Studies III. Instructor: What Saint did you study about for today? P. H.: Nero. A Senior once dreamed that— We had too many ads for the Delphic. All the material we put in was accepted. We paid our class dues the first week. The Delphic money was collected from everyone in a week. The candy sale was a success. We raised more than nominal sum. Our subjects were easy. Yes, she woke up. �DELPHIC 59 INDEX TO ADVERTISERS Page [ A. Anonymous Applegath, C. G ^ B. Barde, J. M. Basket Groc. & Delicatessen. Berg, Chas. F............ Brandes Creamery Bushnell Photos .... Bush Pharmacy .... 74 .75 74 62 69 Page J. Junior Class ............ K. Knight Shoe Co....... 62 L. Liebes, H................... Lipman, Wolfe & Co. 72 .73 61 75 M. Martin & Forbes Co.. Mautz Bldg. & Investment Co..64 68 Mayson Overstuffed, Inc. .73 McCormick, Charles . . . 61 Meier & Frank Co.. . 62 Moore, Alice Price........ 70 Moyer Clothing Co....... 63 Multnomah Hotel ..... C. Callahan and Deery. Clark’s Flowers .... Colt, C. C. (friend) . Cramer Jewelry Co.. Crantford’s Flowers . Curtain Store.......... 68 E. Ernst, C. E............ 64 0. Olds, Wortman & King.. 67 F. Feldenheimer’s........ Fink Studio............ Flynn Gift Shop. . . Foulkes, Jocelyn .... Francine ................... Freeberg . ................. 70 p. Peterson Photos............ Portland Hotel............ Portland Laundry.......... 72 .... 60 S. Senior Class.................. Simonds Saw & Steel Co Staiger’s ........................ Staples the Jeweler........ 65 62 75 74 69 72 . .73 69 72 .66 69 G. Gill, J. K.................... 68 H. Heitkemper, Frank A Harris, Phil ............. I- Ireland’s ............. 72 68 74 75 N. New York Life Insurance Northwestern National Bank. .70 68 71 64 69 75 U. Union Laundry Co......... United States National Bank. .76 V. Van Orman, Louis 74 �Compliments of Portland Hotel 60 PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS �COLLEGIENNE SHOP shows a host of fascinating things for girls of every age . . . frocks and coats of slim, youthful character, lovely underthings, piquant hats—everything! If you are looking for Christmas gifts, too, this is the place to come. Second Floor The Quality Store of Portland. Oregon fit Th '..Tm KOOfc.SOX 410(0 CL Ui* StS Compliments of The Junior Class patronize OUR ADVERTISERS 61 �Brandes Creamery Manufacturers of “BRANDES” PREMIUM BUTTER Cream, Milk, Buttermilk Eggs and Cheese Phones: Broadway 7082 Broadway 7081 Choice Photos and Miniatures at Popular Prices COLUMBIA BLDG.. WASHINGTON AT W. PARK ALICE PRICE MOORE Vocal Teacher KNIGHT’S Shoes - ■ Hosiery Multo-Maid Shoes with low heels only Priced from $8.50 Morrison, near Broadway tG • For All Social Occasions- GREATEST VARIETY-FINEST QUALITY ^ MORRISON STREET BETWEEN FOURTH ANO FIFTH r-—___ __ _—.------------- ■— ------------ 62 PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS �Multnomah Hotel affords every facility for the perfect en­ tertainment of your Portland friends and your Out-of-Town visitors. Luncheon is served in the Gold Room from 12:00 to 2:00 daily with a la carte service and a special seventy-five cent luncheon. Dinner is served in the Indian Grille from 5:30 to 8:30 with dancing from 6:30 to 8:30. Table d’Hote Dinner $l.b0, and a la carte service. Supper Dancing in the Indian Grills from 0:00 to 1*2:00 every evening except bunclay. Cover charge 75c, Saturdays $1.00. A group of private dining rooms on o the mezzanine floor will accommodate parties of from six to sixty and are so arranged as to permit of unusually quick service. Our Maitre d’Hotel will be pleased to as­ sist in planning parties and offenng suggestions. Multnomah Hotel RICHARD W. CHILDS, Manager PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS 63 �Compliments of Mautz Building and Investment Co. Compliments of C. E. EARNST CONFECTIONERY ■c- Broadway at Washington Guess Whose Ad This Is? ^MART Feminine Portland Wears Beautiful I. MILLER FOOTWEAR Stars of the Stage and Screen and smart Women everywhere favor I. MILLER Footwear SHOWN BY St aiders 288 Morrison Street (Corbett Building) 64 PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS �Compliments of The Senior Class I ! ! patronize our ADVERTISERS 06 �COMPLIMENTS OF C. G. APPLEGATH Established 1870 EXCLUSIVE FURRIER Portland, Oregon Portland's Oldest Fur House 129 TENTH Telephone B-3548 \ i FRANCINE I TWELVE PAYMENT CHARGE SERVICE An easy way to dress well. The Francine Twelve Payment Charge Service opens a way for anyone to complete her wardrobe and pay for it on the most convenient terms. Come in and let us explain. . I The Newest in Coats, Suits, Dresses and Millinery at prices to suit everyone FRANCINE—353 Alder Street i 66 PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS �I ^Sdt\ awSpiBPM SII rt 4 ;I h? m m i AOfflOTTtr towb) uronnnr1 i ' Mm sll< ?j •V )' **£ .V; 4? o. JA L£u l!_“.—-4.ij;, Mi (- k nr Mg61*® gpiS Olds :WbRTMAN*©«*KiNG PORTLAND. OREGON Cbr Christmas is>tore 2f better values let us serve you Headquarters for Juniors’ Quality Apparel PATRONIZE OUR advertisers 07 �Compliments of . PORTLAND LAUNDRY COMPANY Union Avenue at Mill The Laundry With a Purpose” COMPLIMENTS PHIL HARRIS <SC CO. BROADWAY AT MORRISON Smart Ladies’ and Misses’ Readp-to-Wear SOLD DIRECT - EASY TERMS F. J. CALLAHAN. Res. PHONE GARFIELD 2 1 01 E H. DEERY. RES PHONE GARFIELD 1218 l Phone Main 1584 Callahan & Deery RETAIL DEALERS FRESH and GURED MEATS HAMS, BACON, LARD SUPPLYING SHIPS OUR SPECIALTY Open Evenings FOSTER ROAD AT 56th 187 Third Street, Portland, Oregon Between Yamhill and Taylor Giftwares I I 'IT'HOUSANDS of inexpensive, artistic and carefully selected little articles I that will make beautiful and well received gifts. A very | comPlete selection for your inspection. Plan to do at least | a Part of *our Christmas shopping in our Gift Shop. 1 r \ cBooksellers^Stationcr^Oft'iceOutMers c Fifllxand Starl^Streets |i Scrap | <Book 1 t I suiifliiniuinuiiiiiniiiijnniiiiiiiniiiuiuinijmiiiinuiiiiiiuiiiiiiiiiiiniiiiDiiininintiiiiinranniiniinniiniiiiininnniDiiiiiiiiiiiuiiuiiniuiiiiiniiniiuniiiiiiiniinmiiiiiniiiiiiiniinjiiiiiiiiuiiininiiniHiiiniiiniDiiBiuniiiiic 68 PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS A �F. L. Grocer LUNCHES AND STATIONERY 465 MONTGOMERY STREET MAIN 7344 The Bush Pharmacy Main 4737 Cor. 11th and Montgomery Sts. Phone Main 3322 Try Our Chocolate Malted Milk ^mawm Yamhill at Tenth Street Portland, Oregon STAPLES JEWEL^ $ The Manufacturing Jeweler, Watchmaker and Optician 326 MORRISON STREET Portland, Oregon The plvnn M Gift Shop Seventh Floor Northwestern Bank Building Morrison Street — Opposite Portland Hotel Personal Attention Given All Sales PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS 60 �Compliments of jpegs' THE NORTHWESTERN NATIONAL BANK li g Iff8s SPilTheHotthwestem WfigNational Bank ‘' 0$Northwestern Bank Bld'g - Portland.Ore&on Compliments of DAN E. BOWMAN’S Moyer Clothing Co. THIRD AND OAK STREETS A. & C. FELDENHEIMER, Inc. Established 1868 Best Jewelry and Jewelry Store in Portland CORNER WASHINGTON AND WEST PARK 70 PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS �SIMONDS SAWS SIMONDS SAWS _g_ ^ . /^WflBRANTfO ^-^VvCH BURG MASS CM 1C a GoFTT^. 'V. ^V*0^aUTT ««o7 ~'^'V oV ^^HJJOOS|^ " 5fl«f . MO" l,.,<014iio t»“V /- 4^>COwvcft- ^ & Simonds Saw and Steel Co. “The Saw Makers” Simonds Saws Mean Satisfaction to the Customer [c IO SAWS : KNIVES : FILES : STEEL k IOE Coast Branches PORTLAND OREG. SAN FRANCISCO CALIF. SEATTLE WN. VANCOUVER B. C. SIMONDS SAWS SIMONDS SAWS PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS 71 �The Curtain Store Bright Scarfs “Everything for Your Windows’' TELEPHONE MAIN 4727 Bonny Warm Plaids Curtains and Draperies from the land of the purple heather. that take the sting out of wintry days. And they’re priced from— made to order and put up in your home complete Estimates Given Without Obligation on Your Part PARK AND YAMHILL STS. JOCELYN FOULKES $2.95 $6.95 TO 7( ht< ■>« ■(c Portland's Long-Established JEWELRY STORE in New Location GREATLY INCREASED STOCK We Specialize in Gems, Diamonds. Newest and Finest Mountings and Settings WONDERFUL ASSORTMENT OF NEWEST NOVELTIES FRANK A. HEITKEMPER, Inc. Piano Pedagogue New Address—324 Alder St. Ungar Bldg. Succeeding G. Heitkemper Co. Established 18S9 QUALITY PORTRAITS by the Peterson Studio A Gift That Strengthens Friendship 214 PITTOCK BLOCK 72 PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS �CLASS PORTRAITS Our $9.95 Balbriggan Dresses Take first place among school frocks. Impressionistic or Plain Fink Studio Are —smart —becoming —practical Broadway 1545 HENRY W. JACOBS A rtist ^ Sizes 12 to 16 Girl's Store — 4th Floor Compliments of Chas. R. McCormick Lumber Co. PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS 73 �... Compliments of ... M. Barde & Sons Louis Van Orman & Co. General Insurance 807 Title Trust Bldg. BE. 1749 720, Selling Building Portland, Ore. Main 6026 Nothing but the finest will satisfy St. Helen’s Hall—Hence “Just the Things That Delight a Woman's Heart!" IRELAND’S QUALITY BOX LUNCHES Gloves, Hose, Silk Underwear, Sweaters, Umbrellas. Blouses, Skirts, Coats, Dresses Ireland’s Sandwich Shop 365 Wash. St. 74 G. Cramer Company Jewelers 125 6th St. wKCs ijour VvosVcrt Morrison St. PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS I Opp. Post Office �Compliments of A FRIEND Compliments of NEW YORK LIFE INSURANCE CO. Compliments of BASKET GROCERY & DELICATESSEN Compliments of UNION LAUNDRY COMPANY “The Laundry of Personal Service” 2nd at Columbia Street Main 0332 Martin & Forbes Company Florists Main 0269 354 Washington Street PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS Portland, Oregon 76 �T: '‘ik Many ■ omen Bank Here '“T'HOUSANDS of 'women bank at the United States National. They use a Checking Account for their shopping and to take care of household expenses. And their Savings Account is most conducive to their thrift. The Service Here is Commensurate with the Size of this Great Institution. Broadway and Snj&Ihi. af Stark Combining the LADD S' TILTON BANK 76 PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS �� Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Oregon Episcopal School Yearbooks Description An account of the resource This is a collection of yearbooks from the Oregon Episcopal School (OES). The bulk of the yearbooks are from St. Helen's Hall, with yearbooks also from the Junior College as well as Bishop Dagwell Hall. The title for the OES yearbook evolved from The Delphic to The Legend-Delphic. The title for the Junior College Yearbook was The Scintilla. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Oregon Episcopal School Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Oregon Episcopal School Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1921-1923; 1931-1995 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource All rights are reserved by Oregon Episcopal School. Language A language of the resource English Type The nature or genre of the resource Yearbooks Conforms To An established standard to which the described resource conforms. Describing Archives: A Content Standard (DACS) Extent The size or duration of the resource. 85 Medium The material or physical carrier of the resource. bound volumes Subject The topic of the resource Students Junior colleges Junior college students High school student activities Student activities Student publications Teachers Text A resource consisting primarily of words for reading. Examples include books, letters, dissertations, poems, newspapers, articles, archives of mailing lists. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre Text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Extent The size or duration of the resource. 1 Medium The material or physical carrier of the resource. bound volume Title A name given to the resource The Delphic - Christmas 1925 Subject The topic of the resource School yearbooks Students Student activities Student publications Teachers Description An account of the resource This is one of the oldest OES yearbooks, dated 1925. The yearbooks were published annually after 1925. Yearbooks from 1921-1968 were known as The Delphic and were created by St. Helen's Hall students attending in their high school years. St. Helen's Hall was an all-girls school that pre-dated Oregon Episcopal School. In 1969, the yearbook evolved into The Legend-Delphic with the addition of Bishop Dagwell Hall and male student attendees. After 1986 the yearbook branding begins to singularly list "OES" with a few volumes referencing "The Delphic" or "The Legend Delphic". Yearbooks helped to chronicle the school year's events and activities, in addition to listing each student and staff member. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Oregon Episcopal School Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1925 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource All rights are reserved by Oregon Episcopal School. Language A language of the resource English Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context oes_delphic_christmas1925-compressed.pdf School yearbooks; Students; Student activities; Student publications; Teachers http://archive.oes.edu/files/original/40f877b3cb8cc02519cb5b59e674d489.pdf 4275e9ab1e2a1b05daec944434528c1e PDF Text Text ��; ' cu "Wvxo (?4a t / (i ' >. {fc ' » I' "• : t- ■ I ' & ’ sOpi^/ / • ‘vrr • m 4H >t4A* V /t/M/.- * 1 -•£> . ✓ / is r v iyV. v) .sOSt^ / -~-:i - m " JyCJ^I ^ *r {yrff'js ap^' ^' i>'..•mJ*. f i "* /? d/^ Of < ‘k* •^i. f#v£ _to M. m :) ojr al > , / TuT s/ \ �PRESS OF LANE-MILES STAND1SH CO. PORTLAND, OREGON �* am ..'V-r'i:' f ! i• ; §5>t. v y ®elpl)ic i. i- f N . i ■ L 1 ■ & mi ■ \ ■ ! Commencement 1922 !-'• I ■ m so t ‘ f ' ■ �Lblplttr §>tatf Editor-in-Chief Marion Farrell Literary Editor v . Helen Holmes Assistant Literary Editor Catherine Overbeck Kalendar j Philippa Sherman l Virginia Edwards Old Girl Notes Virginia Pittock ;■ jjtj Art -vl Exchanges & . ( Janet Griffith ( Elizabeth Holbrook Margaret Boyer Business Managers ( Leah Estelle Rose ) Margaret McAlister ,v i Advertising Managers "■V^j ! -c m ■:3 --’Tl . . ( Frances Cornell \ Helen Parker �JffAH fln*liiT»r '12 CONTENTS V Graduating 7-8-9 Editorials Literary . My Neighbor’s Garden The Gold Seekers Through the Eyes of a Loup Game You Never Can Tell . . 17 A Pack of Hounds The Will A Garden of Memory . 16 . 18 21 �,«S31 -."•rrr1 - fK ' 7; I - *r' '■ yti ;v?i! Si rjr-'i ..... '•-.-I The Delphic is published twice during the school year. Contributions are solicited from all the students. - V';! H • 1 -Si II r:. <£ ! ;s.s M < Literary communications should be addressed to the Editor-in-Chief. Business letters and subscriptions to the Business Manager. Subscription: $1.00 a year. VOL. 26 j '■ :o3 si . | - •; 1 * 'J _.:s -a S! s_ J 3*3 . .-j mm JUNE, 1922 No. 2 �" • rrr-. CSrafouaiing Gllaas nf 1922 . ? ■ - 5 ■ r ■ �mm uJlu> (graduating (Class uf 1922 . . «•' „J ! ■M n.T' t \ m : •: * •'-•.! 1 r; - m *••. • ; •■ -. -i ...... •■''! ra -'i ] ' ' -■■r: ' ■r '•’! •••■; I •^•Si :.-l 311 Annabelle Bates Harriet Breyman Helen Ernst Margaret Boyer Frances Cornell Marion Farrell Esther Benson Virginia Edwards Janet Griffeth �r ' ' �AW / V / (9 i w .-,1 'jV XI % >))£?(® jk) EBKNt _J :■**•! J i r ■■. m ■ SI : 1. ■ , . ■ ItH • W 3'5 iEbttoml NOBLESSE OBLIGE OBLESSE OBLIGE’ is the motto adopted three years ago by the class of 1922. With the aid of this inspiring motto, the class soon earned a reputation which has been held tenaciously. In the words, Noblesse Oblige, lies a rather vast and deep meaning, one which mere words cannot express as well as actions, To rise above all cowardice and to refrain from being a slacker in even the smallest degree is one v a) of heeding Noblesse Oblige.” In the days of chivalry, which seems to be dying so fast in modern life, the significance of the words were perhaps known to every one. When a man was knighted it was his duty, nay, more than his duty—it was a part of his very self: To break the heathen and uphold the Christ, To ride abroad redressing human wrong, To speak no slander, no, nor listen to it, To honor his own word as if his God’s, To lead sweet lives in purest chastity, To love one maiden only, cleave to her, And worship her by years of noble deeds.” Perhaps we may think of an ancient family coat-of-arms as a fair example. In old family estates, the coat-of-arms was everywhere conofthe‘USf h r6minded gr0winS s0ns ^d daughters of the noble deeds ers, and inspired them to live honorable and unselfish lives, that their families, as as their descendants, might be justly proud of them. «. s we remember our fathers, let our children remember us.” ■ fc i I 1 i ! i i �2B e l p u i c Or, let us consider ourselves as daughters of St. Helen’s Hall, carrying a torch bright and glowing. It has been handed down from generation to generation, always burning. At times, by some great catastrophe, it has been nearly extinguished; but by courage, faith, and steadfastness of purpose, it has been kept alight so that we have had an opportunity to share in its glory and to strive to do our part in maintaining its brightness. So have the helpful words. “Noblesse Oblige,” been an inspiration to us to do our best and to keep our reputation and actions beyond reproach! J- Last year, Bishop Sumner offered two Day Pupil Scholarships foi the Senior year to the two girls of the Junior class who passed the College Entrance Examinations in six points with the highest average. The scholarships were won by Catherine Overbeck and Helen Holmes. This year the Bishop offers a Day Pupil Scholarship for the Senior year to any girl in the Junior class who passes the highest in six points, and another for a Senior who passes the highest in six points in the Entrance Examinations in June and wishes to continue at the Hall for a year of post-graduate work in order to prepare for an Eastern college. The school also offers a prize of $100 to the Senior who passes the best College Entrance Examinations in enough points to meet the entrance requirements of a standard Eastern college. It is not necessary that the Senior enter an Eastern college. The scholarship and prize are surely worth working for and a number of girls are making special preparations for the scholarare �mm mr 2B c l p fj i c 12 - r I m ■ r'1 •V -a LITERARY \V;'i '-■s'. 5. , S3 si ■ S'v r;: SS--, TV ■ w. 3 1 y«* :j>£i -j T A' - •...n Isa u -j -i , -:r: ..... jl Edinburgh, November 14, 1786. To Mr. William Chalmers, Writer, Ayr. My Dear Friend: had intended writing you an entertaining letter, but though I am e e as an illustrious poet, and though winter’s clouds are banished > t e g are of fashionable London life, still I am not in a vein to write a humorous letter, even to you, whom I regard as a ‘‘man after mine own heart.” As )0u well know, I was ever ambitious of being well known. A wh.ie ago 1 should not have said so particularly as I now say, BY WHOM, . ^ 6 0 e ^nown- I veritably believe that good and learned men nj,„t rulSf aS Sat- !rue ^0ve concerning which I have so often, in times distnrh^H .urs.fd Wlt^ you- The other morning at breakfast I was much never nnrl° hef f Cl3yman abuse Gray’s “Elegy.” This person had Datienre tie, ^legy.” \ fear I made a hasty remark, but my Gienmvin o’ m SOre*y Lied. However, the friendship of Lord measure fn/t-h^6 3S that °f his wo.rthy Lady, compensates, in some obiect of wnnri G anryLance.I suffer in having to converse and be the wonder of rmS" S0se *8n°ble souls who can scarce rise above the comes of “q,,! extraordinary” and “marvelous success,” for one who I could wish thflf ami and <1S Possessed of so poor an education.” a few minutes of^V^ W°Uld Spend’ with my volume of verse’ salons in honor of rV:im® whlch thfy sPend in arranging dinners and ■ d. ror many, I would especially mark verses, as: �■;^ws fr - v.- iB 11 pt it 13 H^/i r - l “What though on hamely fare we dine Wear hodden gray, and a’ that; Gie fools their silks and knaves their wine, A man’s a man for a’ that. For a’ that and a’ that, Their tinsel show and a’ that, The honest man tho’ ne’er sae poor Is king o’ men for a’ that.” I say within me, “Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate you!’’ My Lord’s generosity and kindness every day give me new evidence of his nobility. He himself is a greater proof of the immortality of the soul than all the philosophy of all the philosophers; such a mind as his can never die. '‘The lesser ones are bits of undeveloped chaos, some with a little sulphur even yet, and may go back to dust, whence they came.’’ My dear Chalmers, you are receiving a most dismal letter. Charity, that greatest of all virtues, is not mine tonight. Even now I can hear the howling of winds, and dark foreboding tells me that my season in the sunshine is to be but brief as is the summer. 1 have no abiding place in this life. I am but a simple bard who can amuse but a short hour or two. “What proves the hero truly great Is never to despair!” But come— I must enjoy the light while I have it. Jane, the Duchess of Gordon, is more fascinating than I ever dreamed a woman could be, and I have dreamed them loveliest of all created things. Beautiful of face and form, graceful of movement, charming in manner, she pos­ sesses as keen an intellect as any man I have ever seen. Her conversa­ tion delights me beyond all words. I had indeed missed the half of my life had I not come up here to Edinburgh. She is as perfect as Miltons Eve in Paradise. I wonder if there is any other living thing that can approach her. I have seen but one. However, Lord Monboddo’s daughter is a very pleasing young person, full of wit and gayety. I find her quite charming to behold, when I must sit and listen to my Lord s, her father’s, philosophy. By the by I have forgotten to tell you of the strange episode which occurred at Ballochmyle before I left Mossgeil. One evening during my sojourn with the Laird, I chanced to be strolling along the banks or the Ayr, the favorite haunt of my muse, The crimson sun was just vanishing beyond the horizon; not a breath of air stirred to flutter the leaves or bend the stems of the flowers; the only sound was the song of the Mavis, settling to rest, which I endeavored to avoid, lest I dis- . : . p._.. jg-.. '• �W:- . \ ;c ‘W■ 14 /.;; 3S! T-TM i '■< i I $ © e l p ij t c turb the harmony, Thus lingering along the river, I came upon one of the fairest sights I have ever seen—a woman, indeed a fairy queen, as delicate and perfect as any poet’s fancy could describe. But the vision disappeared from before my eyes. On my return home I composed the song, “0 Lass of Ballochmyle,” a copy of which I will enclose. Later, I discovered that the vision was the Laird’s sister, Miss Alexander. I have written her, begging pardon for the intrusion, and sending her a copy of my song. She has not favored me with a letter. I wait in anxiety. You, my dear fellow, will further my anxiety if you delay your letter to me. Therefore, have mercy and love for your friend, Robert Burns. L. E. R., ’22. v illy Nnyhluir’s darhnt til . n' ' :■ ' ■ "' ■*.■; : V' -3 233 ' 13 ! : 1 ■ i||JJ Y neighbor's garden is a delightful spot. When 1 peep through the hedge, 1 look into a fairyland ablaze with color. The tall holly­ hocks along the wall and the blue flower lances of the delphiniums stand on guard and raise their heads to spy upon any trespassers. The gladioli smile on everything, and watch the mischievous pansies as they crowd each other out of their bed. The masses of golden glow lean heavily on their supports. The real fairies of the garden plot are the feathery cosmos that dance lightly in the breeze. The phlox and fox­ gloves stand in waiting upon the fairies, and the sweet elyseum, candy tuft and mignonette are fair maids. The canterbury bells fill the air with music, and the honeysuckle furnishes an abundance of sweet syrup for the winged visitors which it attracts to the garden by its fra­ grance. A playing fountain surrounded by a mossy carpet and a fringe of forget-me-nots is the resting place for several little birds. Once in a while, if I am very still, I see a hummingbird hovering over it. On eithqr side of the ivy-covered gate are clumps of columbine, that look i e beds of blue and white butterflies in the gentle breeze. Silky poppies ance around them, while the stately foxgloves gaze down with majestic pride upon their humble companions. Under a low apple tree, spread over one. end of the garden, and interwoven with a climbing rambler, is a rustic bench. Often my neighbor, a dainty, little, old lady, may e seen seated on this bench. Perhaps her wistful expression is caused y reams of her knight, who came to see her in years that are past, f . ^ neig or s §arden spot is a fairyland from early spring, when the . r; .r<?Ps aPPear> until the last asters and goldenrod fade in the for I KAr lke^° Peep through the hedge when no one is in the garden, undpr^onlfu? tlie fairies talk to each other there, and sometimes I to each oth 6 Smi ing and noddmg messages they send across the garden Cr‘ F. E R., ’22. B. A., ’23. f �20 e l p Ij t c (Hite (gnlii iwkrrs ®l|rmigh tl|£ of a ifoup (Sam w HE Yukon District had been in winter’s grip for months now, and even the animals were becoming restless, looking for the change which would bring the first signs of Spring. The great black wolf, which had been the leader of the pack for many seasons, shook his heavy coat and started off across the crust of pale blue snow. Even the pine trees cracked like guns as he trotted through the wilderness to his favorite drinking place. He was happy today, for his instinct told him that before night the Chinook would reach the frozen Northland. Even at that moment he felt its warm breath on his pointed muzzle. But his keen scent caught something that was not that of the Chinook. It was something he had never scented before, something which gave him a thrill like that which he felt before he encountered the great lynx. Unconsciously rounding a high cliff, a strange sight met his eye. He stopped short and looked curiously at what was going on at his drinking hole. There arose a column of smoke from a fire by which sat two enemies. He instinctively knew they were enemies, and he felt a strange sense of fear which he had never known before. He shrank away from the sight, but some strange animal curiosity each time drew him a little closer to the tiny camp. After darkness fell and the fire died down sufficiently to give him courage, he investigated the new aspect of his old drinking hole. r';', : fT, ■ m A long wooden cradle was filled with tiny gold sands which he had always noticed floating in the little stream. On hearing the howl of a husky, he rejoined the pack to make known his discovery. It was several evenings before he again summoned courage to revisit the old hole and at his heels followed some of the more daring of the pack. g. _ The scene that met their eyes was a typical one of the gold rush The boats had just broken through the ice, which had held them fast all winter. Men, gone mad in the lust for gold, were erecting over night saloons, dance halls and dwellings. Everywhere was a frenzy of excite­ ment and clamor. As the pack skirted a little nearer to the strange sight, an iron jaw closed on the forefoot of the leader. With a low cry of pain he gave warning to his pack that they must leave their old hunting grounds and go far back into the frozen tundras. All night he lay there in pain and heard the cry of his comrades becoming fainter in the dis­ tance. At dawn he was released by one of the strange humans and was the first wolf to experience the ways of the white man. L.L:: m #1 : . Helen Ernst, ’22. i V. 13 *.v*r assess . ...- - . ... ■ �V m-W~- ; 16 Be Ipfttc m Imt Nmtrr (Eau (Erll » . i n » ■i ~'vj : S! -3 i x - L/'i.-i;::! ^7":. \ :- sa r?. if: v,-^2 -i ■ '•si T was the first evening of their search, and as they descended the hill into the great wilderness of pine and fir, neither horse nor rider was thinking or worrying over the coining of the night. The rider was a mere boy, a few years past twenty, but a man in all other respects. He was an athlete, and though Inspector of Division Seven of the Royal Mounted Police, this did not affect him at all. He was a sport and played all the games with his men, most of whom were several years his seniors, and won their favor. At Fort McMurry, the morning before, a letter had been delivered to him addressed to Inspector Robert Keel, R. N. W. M. P., with instructions to continue the search for Betty Davidson, a young girl who had been mysteriously missing for some time. No one could account for her disappearance or even suggest when it had happened, so there was very little evidence on which to work. . ■ 3 a Bob was thinking of this very seriously when—“What was that?” Laddy, his well trained pet and companion, stopped still and alert. Yes indeed, it was a woman’s voice singing that old familiar Canadian boat song. He called. There was no answer, but the singing continued. He tried to follow it, but it led to no place—behind him, in front of him, to his left, to his right. The sound seemed to come from the heart of that giant stump, but that was impossible. He was tricked. Would it never stop? He wished he would fall out of bed and wake up, but it was no dream. There was that singing, and where, oh, where did the confounded song come from? Who was singing? Where? Why? Inspector Keel was puzzled. He decided to camp there for the night and find out. He made a search, but all in vain, and settled himself for the night. Lying back on his blanket, he remembered that this dis­ trict was under Inspector Gray. Funny he had not come across any of his men. Then—yes—Dick Hutchinson was under Gray—good ol’ Dick— though only a buck, he was an old college pal. Dick lately—oh, well, what had happened to the singer? Gray wasn’t a bad sort. Who was this Betty Davidson, anyway? Then he dozed. He was awake in a minute, and just in time to see two figures dis­ appear around that giant stump! “Halt in the name of the law!’’ he called, but they were hidden by the s ump so he didn’t know whether they did or not. Around the stump ne rushed and bumped into Dick Hutchinson. He was standing in the opening of that giant stump. “Hello, foolish, you jolly well scared me pink,” was the greeting, as the two pounded each other on the back. �m 11 p 1J t C “Well, if it isn t ol Dick! I was just thinking of you a minute ago But the woman, the singer—who and where is she?” Hutchinson smiled. “You’ve caught me, old pal,” he said. “I'll have to own up. She is my wife and, of course, being in the service, I should not be married, so we pulled it off secretly, an’ this ol’ stump’s our home. It’s not so bad, and my wife—well, she is Betty Davidson!” Bob was unable to pull his thoughts together, and all he was capable of was a good hearty laugh and a friendly congratulation. Later he found out that Bob’s wife was worth the hunt, and that the stump as a home was certainly “not so bad.” The following morning he was riding toward Fort McMurry, bearer of a marriage certificate and a letter to Inspector Gray with the signatures of Dick and Betty Hutchinson closing it. As he went up the steps of the main office he was whistling. Suddenly he remembered that he was on duty. Why, oh, why, did he whistle that song? Julie Cameron, ’25. A f ark of ©imubjs NE afternoon, when I was visiting my uncle in England, I went to Squire Bogs’ to tea. The estate and manor house of . Squire Bogs was very old—indeed. I have been told that the house itself was built four hundred years ago. Therefore, on account of its age and picturesque­ ness. I was very much interested in the architecture and furnishings, especially in the old morning room, where Mrs. Bogs and l had tea Between discussions of free verse and modern art, I carefully scrutinized the beautiful paneling of oak and the quaint Rembrandt portraits which hung on the wall. Soon, however, my gaze was attracted to the long Gothic windows at the end of the room which looked out onto the park, stretching in a smooth green sward to a border of gigantic oaks. While I was gazing at this entrancing scene, I suddenly saw a pack of hounds, in full cry, dash across the park, as if in close pursuit of some game. The quaintness of this scene made me jump up and, running to the window, cry, “Oh, how lovely! There must be a hunt on, because there are the hounds.” . , , “What did you see?” demanded Mrs. Bogs, in such a strained voice that I turned toward her quickly. She was standing, her face livid, and her calm eyes now filled with a sudden horror. ^ “Why,” said I, in surprise, “the hounds. Didn’t you see them . “No,” she said, sinking back into her chair; “I saw nothing. I was surprised at her singular behavior, but through_asense^of deli­ cacy did not pursue the subject, and as she seemed suddenly fatigued relieving in part my surprise, increased my wonder. �' : >• 18 3 i * ... -1 1 JBclpf) it “My Dear Susan: You are, perhaps, wondering over my sudden illness yesterday. 1 will, now that I am more calm, though no less anxious, endeavor to state certain facts, although I cannot attempt to explain them. This house, in which we still live, was built by my ancestor, Clement Bogs, several centuries ago. But soon after he had settled here, he was thrown from his horse while hunting and instantly killed. It has been said that a young girl, crossing the park a few hours before the accident, saw a pack of hounds cross the lawn with no hunters behind them. From that time it has been a tradition that before a death in the family some­ one who is no relation to us will see a ghostly pack of hounds cross the sward in full cry, unseen by anyone else. In view of this you will understand my present state of anxiety and surprise, as this amazing prophecy has already occurred twice during my life, in the events of the deaths of my mother and my brother.” Even after receiving this note I gave little credence to the tale, till the next day I read with amazement the account of Squire Bogs’ sudden death, caused, as the paper said, by a fall from his horse while pursuing his favorite sport, fox hunting. Jean Muir, ’23. <-* d tlihr Util IBS :3 ' : • % 3 m1 •: : ■ • - 1 . .-ri -•'V. .71 : fsl ssrc&i jJ PADDLED my canoe out into the middle of the lake and stopped, gazing into the waters around me. There, without glancing up, I beheld a scene reflected in the clear, blue lake. Overhead was the sky, its long expanse unmarred by clouds. Huge mountains overhung the edge of the lake on all sides but one, giving the glistening sheet of water the appearance of a primeval throne. The lake was placid enough to have been a mirror, but as I touched my paddle to the water, a tremor shook its surface, sending countless little ripples undulating toward the S SUU’ dr0PP*n& behind the mountains, cast the soft glow of twilight over the whole scene and gave the final touch of glory to this wonder, untouched by man. Rousing myself from reverie, I remembered that I had had a definite object in view when I pushed the canoe I had found, off the shore. I was a ung a short cut across the lake to the hotel, which I could not, at most, reac until after dark. This was to be my last hike, for the next day the Tand^^E)1 ^°me’ ^rom w^at had been an unforgetable vacation in . • ^ last 1reached the opposite shore and pulled the appropriated canoe TA w?n 6 dank' I then began the last stretch of my homeward walk. nn^jLr Steep and Ied P^cipitously up the mountain side, turning rnw anri a y 6Very now an^ then. For the most part, the path was narsmnn?hdjHngi.er0US' T" °ne Side a wal1 of so!id rock rose like §lass’ water itc h .s,ini.n£' On the other hand was a cliff overhanging the arer, its height increasing at every step I took. However, fear did not < �M elpf) tc enter my mind once and I continued my course in an entirely carefree manner. Again the thought of my approaching departure assailed me with a poignant pang. How exhilarating it all was! I should miss it all indeed. Yes, I should miss every bit of it! Suddenly a half-formed word of slang came to my lips, but I pressed it back, unspoken. I stopped. A part of my path had been swept down by a landslide, leaving a space of about six feet. There was nothing except loose stones on which to set my feet. My first attempted step but served to set the mass rolling downward. This had happened recently, 1 thought, for although 1 had that morning taken the longer route, 1 had come this way only a few days before. But here 1 was" stranded, and with every moment the violet dusk grew deeper. There was a path a little way back that led up the mountain. I had only noticed it at the time, in passing, wondering where it led. At least, 1 might try it; it was too late to take the other trail and anything was preferable to a night on the damp ground. I had gauged my distance well, for at the end of the ten minutes 1 had allotted myself, I came upon the object of my search. The passageway, for it was almost too narrow to be called a path, seemed to have been cut into the rock, and led upwards about twenty feet. Once more on the soft earth, the trail widened and 1 walked on, half running in my haste. Not for a comparatively long time did I notice the peculiar tinge that shed its ghastly light everywhere. Instinctively 1 looked up at the sky, where without any warning a blinding light flashed and the next moment torrents of rain came down upon me. With the I was downfall of rain came darkness that kept me from going on Another flash of lightning seemed to come indeed trapped miserably. Yet that could not be, for the light remained from among the trees. flickering steadily. My fates were surely favorable and, like Columbus, I cried, “A light! A light!” with as much, if not more joy, and hastened rain had brought with it a terrible on against the driving elements, for the wind. Trees would present themselves in the way of my mad rush but aside from a few painful bruises, 1 cared little and by s eer , . light to the door of the cabin, or whatever it was that held the kindly light The oil lamp was placed in the window, and I thought it best_to see who or what occupied this remote habitation before I asked or shelter. At first 1 saw no one; then, as my eyes grew accustomed to the dim His white head was outlines, I saw a man seated by the coals or a So far as bent forward in his hands, giving him a furnished room. I could judge he was the only occupant knocks. No one answered. I turned to the door and gave seveo'na11 S^erppersistent downfall and the 1 knocked again, louder. Again I was by this time thoroughly drenched, howling of the wind greeted me. I tried the door. It yielded to my and determined to obtain shelter. �p" •:;i 20 . J 3 ■ • I .. ' i -j ■: v V • ...5 - •. 1 . mm Mi * £3 i 30 e l p lj i c touch and swung open. The man was still seated by the fire and had not moved from the position in which I first had seen him. I went over to him and touched his arm. It fell helplessly to his side and the bowed head fell lower. An icy chill ran through my body at the thought that he might be dead. What a ghastly adventure! With a last faint hope I felt his pulse. He lived. Then I recalled a story told me by the hotel manager. Surely this must be the “man of mystery” who had lived in these woods for forty years, Such a name was given him because he had told no one who he was or why he had come to this remote place. He was only seen at rare intervals when he went to the general store for his provisions. I stood looking at him stupidly. Finally I moved him to a couch that lay nearby. I knew that the end was near, but 1 prayed that he might sx least open his eyes before he died. My prayers were answered, for after what seemed an eternity his eyelids quivered and opened, revealing a pair of piercing blue eyes, unblurred by age. He seemed to show no astonishment at the presence of another man, but merely tried to point his hand toward a table in the middle of the room. Then he shuddered convulsively, and was still. Reverently, I removed my cap. I could not possibly leave till morning, so I set myself to search the table for anything of interest it might hold. Yes, there was a paper upon it, written in a wavering hand. I picked it up, and at the sight of the first few lines I think I must have paled a little. The paper read: “I, John Fairfax, realizing that I have only a few more hours to live, make known to whosoever shall read that my will, duly sworn to and witnessed, may be found in the recess above the mantel, together with sundry papers”— The writing trailed off into an illegible scrawl, but that was enough. John Fairfax—the man who had killed my grandfather in a duel—the man who had disappeared mysteriously from his home in Virginia. To think that I, the namesake of Charles Lee, should meet my grandfather’s mortal enemy in such a way. I wondered what possessions the man had and to whom he could give them, he who had spent so much of his life in solitude. I turned to the chimney, and after trying all the bricks 1 came upon one that was loose. I removed it and pushed my arm in, bringing out a handful of papers. I easily singled out the will, which was encased in a plain envelope, on which was written, “The last will and testament of John Fairfax.” What was my amazement when I found, after the first formalities, the clause, “I do give and bequeath the whole of my fortune, consisting of about two millions of dollars, to the heir or heirs of Charles Lee—” No need to read further, for was not I the only living heir of Charles Lee? C. L. 0.. ’22. �i •C" M elpfj tc A (Saritett of Memory £LOME people have said that my acts and thoughts are guided because I never make mistakes, although I am very young, In a measure they are correct, but they never imagine that it is my memory that is my ouide. 1 say my memory, but I do not really mean my memory. It is more the thought of a dim dream of the past. It is a rather difficult thing to explain, because it is all very misty to me, but 1 will try, if you will attempt to understand. Once long ago there was a garden way out from the rest of the world; at least. I thought that it was, for no sounds or noises ever reached it. It was on the edge of a dense grove of trees and extended a little way into ua large green field beyond, 1 could tell this because over one side of the high white wall that surrounded it could be seen the tops of stately fir and oak trees; and on the other side nothing but blue sky, and once in a while bits of down from a ripe thistle, or a bumblebee, very dis­ tressed because it was so high in the air and far away from the fascinating blossoms below. In this garden I lived for a length of time, I have no idea how long, but I did not have the form that I have today. Then I was a flower. I probably would be called Daffodil today, but then I was called Uncer­ tainty. All the flowers were the same in shape as they are today, but they were called by different names. (To connect them with my present life I will call them by their old names and put their present names after them.) r ;• • f/T.--'-- sSHSSSSeI lived a true, tragic or happy life, just as people of today, and from them 1 received my guiding dream. I was Uncertainty Daffodil, a new and strange person to the world, and 1 was looking for the good and happy way to live my hte 1 came up through the warm earth and first met Youthful Gladness orCnm She was my best friend for a little while, but soon die died and 11 was left to make new friends. While she was alive I had met many people among whom were Mirth Wild Grape, Ambition Hollyhock, Music Oats, Amiability Jasmine, and Riches Buttercup. These had all been happy, all sides from Slander cheerful companions, but now I was in danger on flowers Nettle, Jealousy Marigold, Deceit Monk s Hood, and their tribe of flo . 1 had many bitter experiences with these flowers and I might have been killed, but Encouragement Goldenrod, Hope Hawthorne and them won derful friends came to me and helped me on to Peace After that I staved on with Peaceand my lifebecame very happy, Atter tnat 1 sta>eu uii wi parden A young man came until one day it was changed and I lett g flowers over our high white wall and gathered abouquet of all the love flowers < • i.rVy £.. .., I \:r~A pp. �■J •VI 22 ©elpfjic ! - y. m >:* .] 3 3 and good flowers in the garden. He took my stem to tie them together and then went over the wall to the outer world. He went to a great white house, where he found a lady and a little baby. He gave the bouquet to the baby and told the mother what the flowers all meant. He said that they were to compose the baby’s character and then I seemed to leave my flower form and go to the child. From that time I have seemed one with the baby, but I still have my dream to guide my new life. Dorothy Haradon, ’23. $ .* .. - -i . Vj •-.i! “When birds do sing hey-ding-a-ding-ding Sweet lovers love the spring.” % . ?'! 4 V I , i ■V- .«• ;-ry. 33 ’v3 m 77f HE next thing to being in love for a spring-time recreation is having a garden. Whether you are old and sage or young and giddy, come out into the garden and you will find health, wealth, love, wisdom or anything for which you may chance to be searching. You, tired busi­ ness man, with your furrowed brow, and, you, woman of numberless household cares, bring the hoe and spade, the rake and the trowel again into the light of day, brush off the dust and enter a new world. The Out-of-Doors is garbing herself in new robes. Will you fail to behold the transformation? Hasten! Take a smell of fragrant brown earth and you will have discovered a source of everlasting youth. Do not, as some have done, direct your man-servant or maid-servant to gather one pan of the best soil in your garden and carefully transport it to your bed­ chamber that you may satisfy your curious nose as you tranquilly lie among the pillows. Slip your delicate feet into a pair of heavy boots, for the dew is heavy of mornings, and step into the sunshine at six o’clock of an April day. You will declare that you knew not such a world existed. \\ hen you have spaded and hoed, when you have dark, very dark, spots on oth your knees and your hands are of the same complexion,you will,if you are of a questionable age, remember nothing but the joy of living and perhaps some of the half-forgotten delight and simplicity of childhood will have crept ,into your wise old heart. If you are but yet young in . yuars’ y.°“may have Partaken of the wisdom of Timeless Nature. One thing will he certain. You will clean your tools, scrape the mud off your shoes, and dress for breakfast; and while you are in the midst of this once almost useless, now entirely necessary, meal, you will say to yourself, or to he One across the table: ‘'My dear, this is certainly the best break­ fast we ve had for a month And your table partner will marvel at the ever increasing wonders of the world, or else you will think to yourself what an amiable, happy being you are—at times. L. E. R., ’22. . . . - ■■ ■ ■ < V‘ �© e l p fj t c (1% Utarg of flnt&me j^nrupleo February 16, 1707. Such actions! Who would believe that I, Prudence Scruples, should live to see them? Lack-a-day, if they go on I’ll not be here to help old Mrs Crumber with her patch work, come two weeks. Here 1 have lived in Boston, in this old house, for well nigh forty years (though if it be not worldly to speak so, no one could tell it by my face) and in that time mark thee, there’s been no men poking their good-for-nothing noses around this place! That I should live to see such a day! Well, well, as good Parson Cursem says, we must have patience under our afflictions. But that terrible little flibber-tigibet Conscience was such an affliction that I could not have patience long. The minute she came in the door, I knew she was wicked, Faith, I was sitting talking by the window, watching Mrs. Grootch hang out the clothes, when in my niece came rushing and literally pounced on me crying: “Oh, Auntie, I’ve come to live with thee.” And when I turned and saw her, 1 well nigh fainted. Such a flyaway with dozens of black curls tossed madly over^ her head (she never kept them still) and then her stepping in Tabby s milk, »nd 'aughing a saying, "Oh, Auntie, won t thee come and see? 1 ve spilt Tabby s milk and it looketh just like old Cursem’s bald head! Still it’s all my fault. 1 should have known there would be some doings goin° on if 1 d thought, and I should never have sent her to Neigh- *« »2" •—™*r it'*,1; ™4t. ‘s.:s just hankerin’ to be gone and girl. And this is what comes of all my indulgence. '■Conscience,” says 1, "take thy hemming and finish thy row, before thee goes for Neighbor Barkem s bread. So out she went, her hair all curls Heaven forgiveand sat hersel beneath a tree to sew. She thought 1 was gone t0 ™'k^eT ^’ot ten minutes passed before that Such a thing has never hapthe road and leaned against my gate-post. his hip, whistling and the other Pened before. Well, there he_ stood one hand on^ kjnd and, Bless Me! Conscience moved over on the bench. ‘ ; more, but thrusting my head from the wmdow, shrieked, Consc.en Conscience packing home, despite her That was all, but I sent that convinced are gifts of Satan. tears and tossing of curls, which I am Jean Muir, ’24. �mm 24 S e l p \) t c u4)f #tortj of Eguitna, (Mmttatfon j * aH -*'! a a ■ ,-i •• 'V ■: -\d i .. ~tn ■ •' -■ mm :" ' DEMAND the ordeal! Into the hands of God I commit my soul. He alone can attest my innocence!” The clear, steady voice rang out. Egwina, fair of face and form, stood with flashing eyes before the elderman and gerefa of the shire. A murmur of approval surged over the crowd, for surely, unless innocent, she would not dare appeal to the Supreme Judge. Egwina had once been skald, or gleemaiden, to King Alfred, but because of her love for Edward, the atheling, she had secretly stolen away one night, fearing lest the king should think her unworthy of his son. She had wandered from the mead hall of one great thegne to another for many days, making glee, and pleasing all with her sweet voice and simple manner. In the hall of one, Edwy the thegne, there had been a certain juggler who was jealous of the maid, and the many rich gifts showered upon her. He contrived, as Egwina was leaving the great hall, to have the harp of Oswald, the favorite bard, put amongst her posses­ sions. Later, she was pursued and accused of the theft of the harp. Being alone and friendless, she was immediately taken to the elderman for trial. ‘‘Then,” said the elderman, after Egwina’s appeal, ‘‘thou shalt to the Bishop to purify thyself for the rite. Let nothing but bread and salt, water and herbs pass thy lips. After three days, thou shalt return here, and in the presence of twelve witnesses plunge thine arm into boiling water, taking from it a heated stone. May God be your judge. I have said.” 3 Egwina, at the end of her trial and ordeal, was proven innocent; and the guilty man was condemned and sentenced to make a pilgrimage, barefoot, to the shrines of four saints. Egwina remained at the home of the kind Bishop Beoruwulf and his wife, who soon grew to love her She was very happy with them and took up little household duties with the greatest pleasure, for she was weary of wandering. The young girl was accustomed, after her work was finished, to wander about the woodlands. One day, having strayed farther than was her wont, she sank down on the green sward to rest. She had been seated there but a short time when she heard voices, and through the trees she could distinguish the figures of two persons. One was a young and beautiful girl, a Dane, and the other appeared to be a Saxon youth. Ihe Danish maiden did not seem very strong and, wishing to rest, sat down beneath the tree under which Egwina sat. They soon became engaged in conversation. Egwina learned that the girl was Hilda, daughter of Guthrum, king of the conquered Danes. Seigbert, the Saxon youti, had been taken when a boy, she learned, from a monastery by the invading horde of the Danes. He had been brought up with Hilda and learned to love her as a brother. As she sat there and watched him, �j& e l p i) t c t there arose, in Egwina, a great longing to be of some kin to this noble youth; she felt a strange stirring in her heart as half-forgotten memories wedged themselves into her mind. They talked of many things, of St Cuthbert, the holy Bishop of Lindisfarne, of the many miracles that had been wrought by his tomb, of the conversion of Guthrum by King Alfred, and lastly about the loved king himself and his love and devo­ tion for his people. When it became dusk they all agreed to meet again the following day in the woodlands, Egwina returned home with a new feeling of joy and lightness, The next day, at the appointed hour, Egwina was waiting in the forest when Seigbert arrived, alone. “Hilda feels not herself today, but I would talk more with thee,” he explained to Egwina. As the two walked through the forest together, Seigbert told of his father and grandfather, who had both been wandering bards, and of his sister, whom he had never seen since his capture. With eager eyes and beating heart, Egwina questioned hiim: ‘'What was the name of thy father?” • Athelwulf, son of Wulfhere.” “And the monastery thou speakest of, was it not Croyland?” “Yes,” he answered, scrutinizing her closely. “Then 1 ” she began. "At last! You are my sister!" he exclaimed rapturously, as they embraced amidst tears. H. H., ’22. (Eta Ifitstorg I 7TT HE history of the class of ’22 began as far back as 1910 when sev W eral little girls in fluffy frocks went to Miss f^^^Tmure on Lucretia street. Among these were bashful He!I|" then in Peggy Boyer and our present class presiden , |ar these short socks and pink and white *Veventfui seven-year course three small misses entered upon a happy Hal\ in the second in grammar school, and they chose S^Helen^ Hall. ^ ^ grade another little miss, Helen H , J and ades passed upheld the honor of the second gr • leavina only their names slowly on, while new friends came went, Jeaving o^ Helen behind. However, the sixth gra ^ secretafy and treaSurer, but Van de Water, who n0'v is n^ {^ss A few months later our select also the youngest member of th 1 ‘ yj inia Pittock in our midst. number was increased to rive, & f ' r I £5 •'•v. ; !■ .. . r.vr. : ..V. ! ••. ' •. *.* �fr w:~' 26 IB e (p fj I c V -i .1 -.tfi •••i'V H rj % '•i d 1 i a ■ ■! ■ • • % •'! •iv/WS mm ’ -* ..Tsa :"::5 rl i"‘- ~ r |3! "Hgi - The end of the following year we had actually graduated from the lower school and were ready to take up our high school education in the new building at Thirteenth and Hall. You see, the terrible fire of 1914, which destroyed the ivy-decked buildings on Vista avenue, compelled us to use only temporary buildings, which we soon outgrew. It was in our Freshman year, however, that we made ourselves famous. We were proud not only of our position in life, but of many other things. Some promising members were heartily welcomed. Among them were Medora Howard, Marguerite Pendergrass, Philippa Sherman, Catherine Overbeck and Margaret McAlister. At the beginning of the second term Marion Farrell joined us, and Virginia Edwards came as a boarder. During that year two prizes were offered for the best essay on “Noblesse Oblige.” To our great delight, both of these were won by members of our class, Virginia Pittock and Marion Farrell. Our success as interpreters of Homer completed our first year with great honor. The following Fall we all returned proud to bear the name of sophomores, and added Char­ lotte Malboeuf, Muriel Withers, Harriett Walters and Annabelle Bates to our number. School life for sophomores we found to be one trial after another, simply because we were neither Freshmen nor Juniors. Allow­ ances are always made for the former and extra privileges always being granted the latter. However, the year passed almost before we could realize it. In our Junior year eight more members were added to our class, Janet Griffith, Esther Benson, Frances Hyland, Leah and Frances Rose, Frances Cornell, Helen Parker, Elizabeth Holbrook and Catharine Hay, who, although she had attended the Hall, had not until the Junior year been enrolled in the class of ’22. All through the Junior year the girls prepared themselves for the responsibility the class would have to shoulder the next year. In June we entertained in a most delightful man­ ner at a luncheon at the Waverly Country Club for the graduating class of the year. Of course, this last Senior year has been an eventful one in every way, and perhaps more so than usual. Now, to distinguish the class even more, we are going out the largest class ever graduated from the Hall. Jj * J �©tlpfttc Oil)? (Elasa Mill THE LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF THE CLASS OF 1922 Be it known that: I, Annabelle Bates, leave my curly bobbed hair to Edna Ellen Bell. I, Esther Benson, leave my smile to Virginia Hull. A I, Margaret Boyer, leave my speaking voice to Doris Thompson. f 1, Frances Cornell, leave my ability to talk to Virginia Fenton. I, Helen Ernst, leave my dry humor to Roberta Douty. 1, Marion Farrell, leave my honorable position of editor-in-chief to anyone who will accept that worthy state. I, Janet Griffith, leave my poise to Lillian Luders. I, Medora Howard, leave my good nature to Edna Potter, l' Catharine Hay, leave my position as school songstress to Dorothea Scarborough. I, Muriel Withers, leave my ability to play the piano to Gertrude Ireland. . . Thu.DuxUn&***> I, Harriette Walters, leave my highly developed powers of retaining order in the study hall to Elizabeth Hawkinson. i I Virginia Pittock, leave my reserve to Frances Ford. I Hefen Van de Water, leave my love For study to Catherine Martin. L Helen Parker, leave my love of homes to Hazetaary Pnce. I, Leah Rose, leave my executive ability to Izabel Schetky. 1, Frances Rose, leave my quiet disposition to Bess; A . 1, Helen Holmes, leave my “Pollyanna Philosophy to Martha Youlden. of athletics to Eleanor Costello. 1, Frances Hyland, leave my love 1, Philippa She,maa. leave m» io've of i.rdi.e. to !; teZgSK&SSSSa5 S. sea,, eias. » } Anne Wentworth. my love for Terpsichorean Art to Dorothy I, Elizabeth Holbrook, leave Haradon. absent-mindedness to Peggy Spencer, I, Virginia Edwards, leave my love (?) of ancient history to I, Marguerite Pendergrass, leave my any future history student. , prances Weller. f the Senior I, Charlotte Malboeuf, leave my physics^note Catherine Overbeck, leave my position as chairman L Council to someone with tact. (Signed) Marion Farrell. Witnesses: Helen Holmes. Catherine Overbeck. �WMf: w 28 Selpfjic udu' Class flnipljmj ■:->-‘i JUST heard about your home down here, Harriette, and I thought I’d run down and see what you were doing. I had no idea I’d come across an old schoolmate of mine,” said Philippa Sherman, wellknown society reporter, as she climbed out of her periwinkle blue Per­ shing airplane and ran up the stairs to the terrace, where Harriette Walters James sat chatting with her old chum, Muriel Withers, more familiarly known as Peg. "How fortunate you decided to come,” greeted Harriette. "My hus­ band has just purchased Poplar Lawns and I am giving the house­ warming today to open the summer season.” After general embracing and much excited talk, Philippa settled comfortably for a glass of refreshing iced tea. It’s heavenly here, after the busy season at Palm Beach and New­ port; but, tell me, what have you been doing all these years, Peg?” "Composing music, from soft say-it-with-flowers kind that accompanies the heroine's tears, or a love scene, to the rollicking, snappy, crashing jazz of a chorus. Oh, yes, I’m living in realms of musical comedies now,” laughed Peg, snapping her fingers. "So you've become what we all thought you would, a musical comedy composer!” Philippa exclaimed. "It’s nearly time for dinner, so let’s adjourn to my room and chat there,” suggested Harriette, rising. The girls willingly followed her into the spacious hall of the huge house. Just inside the door Philippa’s observing eyes were attracted by an unfurnished room at the end of the hall. "Oh, is that the famous radio room of Poplar Lawns?” asked Phil­ ippa, eagerly. "Yes,” answered Harriette, "and that reminds me that I received notes from some of the girls to listen in for them tonight.” "Let’s go in at once, and maybe we’ll hear some of them now,” said Peg, running to the room. Quickly they adjusted the amplifier and almost immediately they heard the voice of Charlotte Malboeuf, head of the Crow Institute of Home­ less Cats, in San Francisco. Yes,” S^e was sa^n§’ will be all, two tons of catnep in the bale. There was no doubt; it was the same voice that once graced the halls of St. Helen’s. By some fault of the radio connection, the phone clicked and they heard another voice—a lovely singing voice. They discovered it was the voice of Madam Morelli, practicing for a concert over the radio. 3 •; ,31 i l - "1 v-S mm V \ : ;i i . —*] .• ■ i 'i ipij : J I 5 r:i ■ '•V- -’i 1 IK.-* - T"- -' — vXSTwt S-. 55- c . -J �IB e l p ij i c Girls, listen to this—Madame Morelli, nothing! This is Catharine Hay’s voice! There is no mistaking that voice, Philippa. I only wish we might hear Kay laugh again.” They listened entranced, until the lovely voice died away. Then the announcement of dinner forced them to withdraw, reluctantly. A few hours later found them again seated in the radio room, talking. Their conversation was interrupted, for a current was being sent to the house. It proved to be the returns of the Kentucky Derby that Harriette had been calling. Helen Parker, our acknowledged horsewoman, was winning everything from blue ribbons to silver cups. When the connection of the radio was switched for a few moments, Peg said, “Weren’t you surprised to see Mrs. Leah Sturdevant, our zealous Leah Rose, at dinner? She has just returned from Baltimore, where she has been attending the Pan-American Conference of Women. In addition to being a member of this body, she is president of the Women s Federation of Clubs. The conversation was interrupted by a buzzing noise, and when Har­ riette opened the amplifier a familiar voice bellowed forth. It was their Peggy, or, rather, Margaret Boyer, Ph.D., the respected dean of a large college for women. She had received the message that they would be “listening in” about this time, and she had not forgotten her old schoomates, even in her busy hours. She had just finished a lecture on Mo ern Poetry as Compared to the Art of John Milton.” Then she announced mysteriously that she had a surprise for them. Were they surprised. Well, rather, when the familiar voice of Elizabeth Holbrook broke in upon them. She had just won the prize offered to the summer making the best time across Lake Ontario, thus claiming the title °f champion long distance swimmer of America. A buzz and a die roug e contact with Helen Holmes, otherwise known as Holmesie She h distinguished herself writing stories of the rising genera 10n> spending the week-end with Frances Spaulding—was the name Rive . When ; ■. !: ! mf !- 1 c L least one of the class had become purely a business woman. More clicking and buzzing brought Frances Hyla"d’sofv°^^1r°s^e the air. She was well situated in Chicago, as the ow , tQjd shop for individual stationery. Before she st0|?Pe , < a station of them to be sure to listen in for Medora Howard, who had a station her own on her Eastern Oregon ranch. butler, announcing Katherine Just then they were interrupted by a Kerr. We all looked puzzled. “Katherine Kerr, the great actress, the second Jane Cowl—what can she be doing here?” —_ : �Selpt) ic .. -•'! Harriette rose graciously, as a graceful, stunning figure glided through the doorway. ‘How do you do? 1 am quite honored by your visit, Miss Kerr,” she said, extending her hand. “Harriette, don’t call me that. My contract has expired, and I have a glorious two weeks’ vacation before my next production. Call me ‘Kaki’ again,” she pleaded. vj The other three all jumped up and there was much more embracing and excited talk, in which they listened to the story of “Kaki” Overbeck’s thrilling stage career. \ However, the talk led back to the Hall, and Harriette opened the trans­ mitter. Medora’s voice came over the wire, business-like and curt. 5 ;' . . 'A -si l 3 ■ !•; “Hello, everyone; it's very nice of you all to want to hear from me again, but I’m very busy now. 1 got a new herd of prize Guernseys and a new electric tractor, which I must go and investigate. You see, a large ranch like this one keeps me pretty well occupied. Did you hear about Marion Farrell and Frances Cornell? Fran, has a hair dressing parlor in the Fijii Islands, and Marion a school of original dancing in the same place; they are still together. And Janet Griffith—she is the wife of the American Ambassador to Spain. She has a wonderful villa in Madrid and a summer hacienda in South America. Don't you envy her? Then there’s Annabelle Bates, who is Madame de Mortigne, the wife of Cap* tain Mortigne, head of the Boys’ Military Academy at Paris. Quite a few of our girls are living abroad. Personally, I prefer the wheat fields and grazing grounds of Eastern Oregon; and, by the way, I can’t talk any longer; it’s milking time. I’ll ring you again, Harriette. Good-bye.” And the connection was broken. While Harriette was trying to make connections with New York again, she got a call from Texas. It was a state-wide call to arms of the Bu Hu Band, an organization of night riders, who kept things in order down on the border. There was evidently a little trouble down there, and a strangely familiar voice rang out: : i i “All ye members of the Bu Hu Band, upholders of the state and defenders of the Union, assemble at general headquarters of Esther Benson, Chief Whacket, at midnight tonight. To arms! To arms, for the cause of the just!” and the voice ceased. Well, well! spoke up Kaki, “the Benson fighting blood is keep­ ing things in order down in Texas. Pretty plucky of Esther.” Here we are connected with old New York again. I’ll see if I can get Margaret McAlister. You know she has a studio in Greenwich Village, where she designs those very quaint covers for Vogue, Vanity Fair and Harper s Bazaar. It is very interesting.” J �' ■■■■■■■■ 3B c l p Ij i c 31 “Yes,” spoke up Phlip, “I often visit her studio and she always has a crowd of poets and artists around her. What very different lives we all are leading!” “Can’t get her; I guess she’s on her vacation, too,” interrupted Harriette. Virginia Pittock is going to call us on the phone. You knew she’s the Circuit Judge of the city, didn’t you?” asked Peg. “Yes, the others all agreed; “we all voted for her, and how cleverly she handled that last case! The papers all called her the girl Solomon and the Twentieth Century Portia,” ejaculated Phlip. “There she is,” spoke up Harriette. “Are you busy?” “I have a session in two minutes,” came the voice, much deeper and slower than we had remembered Virginia’s to have been, “It’s the case of the eminent New York physician, Virginia Edwards’ husband, You know she has been devoting much of her time to singing at institutions. The case is against the people of Mulligan Alley. It’s a bad district down there, and hard to handle. 1 am going to refresh my brain tonight however, by going to a movie. I always rest my brain that way, and I think I shall take in the play, ‘The Truth About Janet Parker by H. Holmes, with Helen Van de Water in the lead. I hear its'taken the city by storm, She surely is a second Marguerite Clarke. Well, court consummons; I must away, Come in and see me, all of you,” and the nection was cut. “Well, I guess that finishes our phoning,” Peg sighed, and wasn t it nice to hear all of them and to find out what they were doing?” ck ,*® to Poplar Lawns, Long Island. V 1 \ bum; Thank you. “So Frances is in business for herself? Good for her,” said Philippa. usual thorough, scientific “Indeed, yes, and she is doing it in her and she seems like a flower manner,” Peg spoke up. “Her shop is ideal, ; herself among all the lovely things she grows, an y . J an(j either of you read Helen Ernst’s new book on the 1 ^5“'“ animals of the Northland? You know she has ju ^ a sensation extensive trip there. The book is creating qui e et Helen’s as did ‘The Diary of Opal Whitely,’ when we were Juniors at St. Helen Hall. in exclaimed, “I must get back Just then, glancing at her watch, Phhp jn jn the mornmg, to New York before dark, as I leave for^N j P ‘ §may come up again. but I surely have enjoyed this afternoon, Good-bye.” r - r. - ■ �r,, •! dnh& -1 j •v--| 32 3Be l p fj i c £ - £. $ a ':'v •1 •'J ■: KALENDAR. \. - 1 ..* Sfl V " \ : \ - ,i January 30—The new term starts today. We are now looking forward to Easter vacation. And then, after that, good, solid work for every one (especially the Seniors) until June. February 8—Midyear’s dance at the Portland Heights Club. The Japanese decorations were unusually effective. February 12—Lincoln’s Birthday was celebrated by a patriotic pro­ gram in the Study Hall. February 18—Miss Jocelyn Foulkes gave a tea for the Senior Class February 22—Washington's Birthday and a holiday. April 14—The Lenten offering of dresses for Alaskan children was collected. April 16—Easter. April 17—Lent is over and Spring vacation begins. April 24—The return. Some late. Many yawns. April 29—A tea was given for the Senior Class by Mary Helen/ Spaulding. May 2—The Boarders gave a birthday party for Betty Hawkinson, Virginia Edwards and Esther Benson. The table was decorated in lavender. May 13—The Juniors entertained the Seniors at a luncheon at the Waverly Country Club. May 15—-The New Girls entertained for the Old Girls at a newfashioned picnic at the Meyer estate on the Sandy River. �© e l p i) t c ^ ■ • i-l May 26—Ten girls—Pearl Biehn, Elizabeth Hawkinson, Sarah Pea­ body, Edna Ellen Bell, Frances Ford, Frances Cornell, Bess Edwards, Martha Youlden, Le Anna Faurrote and Charlotte Allen—were confirmed this morning. May 27—The Alumnae entertained the Senior Class at a tea. May 29_Exams! A dark blue cloud hangs over the school, envelop­ ing everything and causing every one to walk about with weak knees and hollow eyes. May 30—Decoration Day. Spent in worrying over the exams for next day. June 2—The Annual Spring Musicale was given in the afternoon. Several Seniors made their farewell appearance. This was followed by “She Stoops to Conquer,” a play laid in rural England of the eighteenth century, given by nine of the dramatic stars of the Senior class. June 3—The program of aesthetic dancing given on the lawn in early afternoon was followed by the French play, Bataille de Dames, given by the girls who were so fortunate as to be able to combine dramatic ability with that of speaking French. June 4 Baccalaureate Sunday. The school en masse attended St. The Stephen’s Pro-Cathedral to hear the sermon by Bishop Sumner. The usual bountiful spread o'f Seniors especially were interested, chicken salad, chocolate and strawberry shortcake was enjoyed after the sermon. p June 6—Commencement for the graduating class of twenty six a Trinity Church. The address was given by Bishop Sumner; 9 day in the lives of twenty-six girls. Flowers-mus.c-congratulations. 1 - --- ■ p !■- b V I ! — I I iramattrs On the afternoon of Friday, June 2. She Stoops '^’^hleh is laid presented by nine members of the Senl0^ un^uaiP0pportunities for m England in the eighteenth century, ga . isPtPe cast: quaint costuming and effective staging. Th Philippa Sherman Mr. Hardcastle. Frances Spaulding Mrs. Hardcastle Frances Cornell Marlowe............ ........ Lucy Spittle Hastings ...... m &F.V. Si ft?;: fob m tM BH -> v �JBe1 p fj i c Kate Hardcastle Constance Neville Landlord Maid Tony Lumpkin '' $ v*\ ■ .* :,i i-? j * " - •’*'***’ r • :' I | . • -V.' ■ ■: ^51 i, ..... •:2 ' ; - I:.:—] —[i Esther Benson Muriel Withers Frances Hyland Catharine Hay Helen Parker “Bataille De Dames,” by Scribe and Legouve, was presented by the advanced French classes on the afternoon of June 3. Comtesse d'Autreval. . . . Leonie de Villegontier. . Henri de Flavigneul. . . . Gustave de Grignon. . . . Le Baron de Montrichard Un Dragon...................... Une Domestique............ . . . Virginia Edwards . . . . . .Janet Griffith . . . Harriette Walters . . . Harriet Breyman ........Margaret Boyer ................. Bess Allen Helen Van de Water The Second Uppers presented a charming play on the afternoon of June 5, Six Who Pass While the Lentils Boil,” by Stuart Walker. The Boy............ . ........ Nancy Chipman The Queen............ . .Elaine Strowbridge The Mime............ Margaret Ellen Douty The Milkmaid.... ............. Virginia Zam The Blind Man . , . Phyllis Henningsen The Ballad Singer ............ Mabelle Allen The Headsman. .. . . . .Betty de Pencier The Butterfly. . . . ..Elizabeth St. Clair �Sr5 SSS5*HU®Sta!i-MBI mm ©elpfnc Athbttra March 12—This month the aesthetic dancing classes were organized. I i April 7—The basketball season closed today with the final champion­ ship game between the Juniors and the Uppers. The Juniors won by a score of 18 to 16. This shows that the two teams were well matched. The winning team was presented with the silver cup, which has been coveted by the various teams since 1904. The winning team had for its members Gertrude Shappell, center; Hazelmary Price, side center; Lillian Luders and Margaret Spencer, forwards; Virginia Hull and Gertrude Ireland, guards. On the Upper’s team were Catherine Martin, center; Marjorie Pittock and Betty Sewell, forwards; Izabel Schetky, side center; Mayanna Sargent and Katherine Hennagin, guards. May 12—The Annual Tennis Tournament closed today. Virginia Hull of the Beginners defeated Evelyn Meyer 6-1, 6-1, and was presented the tennis pin by Virginia Edwards. In the Juniors’ match Jean Muir defeated Katherine Hennagin 6-3, 6-1, and the prize, a silver cup, was presented by Analene Cohen, Catherine Martin, champion of the Seniors carried off the laurels and defeated Susabeth Bruce 6-0. �M11 p f) l C ®lj? Jfrral d>ui of fit? Class of ’22 If the ideal girl of the class of ’22 had: ■ : a • .-I ■-! . I' a V'v £ WM . -. - i ■t Si . ■ *33 3-33 33 : Hair like Janet Griffeth’s, Eyes like Charlotte Malboeuf’s, Teeth like Esther Benson’s, A mouth like Virginia Edwards', A nose like Helen Holmes’, The complexion of Margaret Boyer, The hands of Helen Ernst, The feet of Margaret McAlister, The figure of Frances Cornell, The style of Harriet Walters, A voice like Catharine Hay’s, The musical ability of Virginia Pittock-^ The dramatic ability of Leah Rose, The athletic ability of Frances Hyland, The artistic ability of Elizabeth Holbrook, The ability to be a student like Helen Van de Water, The intellect of Catherine Overbeck, The patience of Frances Rose, The sympathy of Muriel Withers, The vivacity of Annabelle Bates, The thoughtfulness of Marguerite Pendergrass, The cleverness of Philippa Sherman, A sense of responsibility like that of Medora Howard, The tact of Frances Spaulding, The charm of Marion Farrell, The disposition of Helen Parker, What a charming girl she would be! �JB elpijic a L 37 ij ©Sff^S T C s VriJMfv Mr. and Mrs. Allen C. Hemphill (Ethelwynne Harris, ’02) are the proud parents of a son, John Harris, born in December. K:nderearten Miss Jane Lowe, who was graduated in 1917 from the Kin & Training Class, was married to Mr. Thomas J. Webb, Apr (Lets Kopiuk.) is bsing c.gr.tul.kd on tbs >M " Lir.to0.'"./! SlS".rd, b, .he ! b. .9,2 .««.* St. Helen’s Hall. the Ambassador Hotel in Eleanor Simpson, ’20, is head designer at Los Angeles. . Chester Kennedy (Eleanor Cram, ’18) announced the Mr. and Mrs. _ birth of their second child, a son, born not long a§ • m6W York. Faith Newton, ’19, is attending Miss Scoydle s school, in; Ne» Captain and Mrs. John Leonard Riddell (Ethel Malp*s, >6) * congratulated on the arrival ot Joan their s®“nporot^ Carpenter, ’21, Those who knew Helen Winter, 21 ’ „ during recess 0ne day were glad to see them when they visited th Fnrnne where she studied a short time ago. Inez Chambers, ’18, who returned from the violin, is now making a tour with the 1 visited the Hall Both Doris Henningsen, ’20, and Elizabeth Kelly, . h f Mrs> Cabell recently and every one was glad to see t e™It was with deep sorrow that we learned of the de.a n (Emily Failing), who was graduated from the Hall Frances Baker, ’20, is a F.resh‘T1|'di^t Kirk’s School, spent the Janice Parker, '21, who is attendi g „rand-daughter of the late Easter vacation with Elizabeth Burroughs, the grand s John Burroughs, the naturalist. . English teacher in the Consuelo McMillan, ’17, is the assistant Johnston, ’19, was the costume mana^wpek_end with us during FebruHazel Fairservice, ’20, spent a sh come back ary. We are always glad to have our ol g �11 n fj t c I 4 4 , - ... _ . •, gs?3 1 iExrltaitgeH ~ * ' * asp.,3 ,.-?d ‘i B "is tr.-r- 3 :1 -kM - j Ult. However, we shall hope to see them all next year. B^ue ^nnt' from the Kathrine Branson School. It PcrLC°meS *u US’ ^ ns much good material, and we hope to see it often. Satura staf^you^mflafl^0"1 St‘ J°hn Baptist’s School, Ralston, N. J. enlarge it and sdn & ZI,ne COntains good material, but why do you not The a ^ eXChange dePartment? We find many^iood™!*1 ^ar^'s Academy, is an interesting number poetry. s 0ries> together with the usual abundance of fine �I ; 3B c l p f) i c f 39 The Washington Seminary “Scroll” comes to us again with a very original number. The idea of publishing a Jester’s Number is unusual and clever. Your athletic and musical notes are full, and worthy of praise. The Free Press is an interesting feature. The Johnannean, from St. John’s School, is deserving of note. We like your book and play reviews, but why not have a larger literary department? St. Katharine’s “Wheel” abounds in good material. “The Gift” is a sweet and well written story. The comments on “The Younger Gener­ ation” are just and perfectly express our sentiments. 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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/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