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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