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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. Describing Archives: A Content Standard (DACS) Extent The size or duration of the resource. 85 Medium The material or physical carrier of the resource. bound volumes Subject The topic of the resource Students Junior colleges Junior college students High school student activities Student activities Student publications Teachers Text A resource consisting primarily of words for reading. Examples include books, letters, dissertations, poems, newspapers, articles, archives of mailing lists. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre Text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Extent The size or duration of the resource. 1 Medium The material or physical carrier of the resource. bound volume Title A name given to the resource The Delphic - Christmas 1923 Subject The topic of the resource School yearbooks Students Student activities Student publications Teachers Description An account of the resource This is one of the oldest OES yearbooks, dated 1923. The yearbooks were published annually after 1925. Yearbooks from 1921-1968 were known as The Delphic and were created by St. Helen's Hall students attending in their high school years. St. Helen's Hall was an all-girls school that pre-dated Oregon Episcopal School. In 1969, the yearbook evolved into The Legend-Delphic with the addition of Bishop Dagwell Hall and male student attendees. After 1986 the yearbook branding begins to singularly list "OES" with a few volumes referencing "The Delphic" or "The Legend Delphic". Yearbooks helped to chronicle the school year's events and activities, in addition to listing each student and staff member. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Oregon Episcopal School Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1923 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource All rights are reserved by Oregon Episcopal School. Language A language of the resource English Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context oes_christmas1923-compressed.pdf School yearbooks; Students; Student activities; Student publications; Teachers