http://archive.oes.edu/files/original/ebbb062bd1fab04e2622deca5b4dd98e.pdf 4510b2e589eafcb6ab0d36ff1ec986b8 PDF Text Text rs SKBC3S*—'‘ ■■-:• ■ '■"■.'-CT5l5i»>.-. i . <-a -- 1 (swas? :r.~V-:i- �msmmmEssg& ‘*7i: - • E ■wj'.r ■»»?*••.;><■»>’• !»oh*T''>« -: -c“i sasoas •jSiVifffWER " ��I �Srlyhir ^taff Edilor-in-Chief Edna Ellen Bell Literary Editor Roberta Douty Assistant Herary Editor Elizabeth Bradley K ale ndar Old Girl Notes (Mary Ray Fraley JRutn Wonacott Catherine West Art (Isabel Johnson |Mildred Vaughan Exchanges (Isabel Schetky \ Henrietta Wkite Athletics Susabetii Bruce Business Managers - (Katherine Hart lIrene Brix Advertising Managers (Dorothy Mielke ^Virginia Fenton �•41 CONTENTS Page Class of 1924. . 5-10 Editorials 11-15 Class History The Ideal Girl of the Class of 1924. Class Will Class Prophecy A Categorical Story The Midnight Watch > The City of Dreams, The Last Cabollero Three Up and One to Go. And Thieves Are Not What They Seem, Acquiring An Artistic Temperament. On Writing a Description, The Art of Conversation...., Cramming for Examinations. Athletics Old Girl Notes Kalendar Exchanges Fun Column Advertisements 47-56 �SMBS'1. <•*> '• ! pr;i vl ! i f tH •_.t S3i t ■ d . ' i J fiq * l Delphic is published twice during the school year. All students should subscribe. Literary communications should be addressed to the Editor-in-Chief; business letters and subscriptions to the Musi ness Manager. i {C Subscription, $1.00 a year. --- ~i I / VOL. 2 COMMENCEMENT, 1924 NO. 6 S3 t»e* i ■ ; /:! [CT:! II; [rr--* I i i �& ROBERTA DOUTY Glee Club President Senior Class Literary Editor Delphic “She bore a mind lhal envy could not but call fair” IRENE BRIX President Senior Council Vice President Senior Class Glee Club Delphic Staff “And those about her shall read the perfect ways of honor” CATHERINE WEST Secretary-Treasurer of Class Glee Club Delphic Staff “Signs of nobleness like stars shall shine on all deservers” ) KATHARINE HART Glee Club Delphic Staff "Her words do show her zvil incomparable’11 ANNIE ELLEN LaMOREE Glee Club “Frame your mind to mirth and merriment, which bars a thou­ sand harms and lengthens life” EDNA ELLEN BELL Editor-in-Chief Delphic Glee Club “A maid of grace and majesty complete” ■ >* �Ok �r : r< �than many others our innermost thoughts. Like other classes and like other girls we went through our first three years of high school with practically no cares. We laughed, played, and sang away that time with few thoughts for the morrow. We worked, yes, or we would not have finished those three years. But can such work ever these "some” be the “true daughters of St. Helen’s?” I doubt it. Work compare with that done during our last year? Perhaps for some. But can during this time was work for ourselves, but now in our last year it is “non nobis solum.” It is hard to realize that such a marked change can occur in so short a time, but it does. At the very end of our third year we begin ■ ' �..v . t- * ; \ 12 \ • i -i V ! M i i ;-U.1 ! Oihr ©ratnrial CErnttral rj w&i 1 * ggj irr-1 ——; . j -i . U ] • S i> i ;t li x r to realize that the following will be different, but how? It is hard to ex­ plain just how because one feels it inwardly and such feelings are hard to express. While we were still struggling toward that final goal, we looked up to the mighty Seniors as beings on an entirely different plane. They towered above us all, and although we feared them, at the same time we admired them and longed for the day when we might attain that same high pedestal and shine forth as Seniors. The day arrived, and we have now accomplished our ambition. How hard it is not to waver! How hard it is to keep to the straight and narrow path ! Duties are thrust upon us that take all the joy out of being a shining light These responsibilities arc not just our own, but are those of the school in general, and therefore of the classes and of the girls to follow us. And when we have accomplished our problems, which indeed are many, what satisfaction it is to know that it is well done. What satisfaction then it is, to be on our high pedestal, conspicuous, shining lights, examples to be fol­ lowed by the younger girls. Not until then can we say with perfectly free consciences that we arc striving for others and not for ourselves alone; and not until then do we realize that even after attaining the Senior goal, there is yet that more perfect goal: to work for others, and to be an example for others to follow. What better motto is there then than “Non Nobis Solum,” not for ourselves alone ? i- I- **rsLum.J T HE Constitution of the United States! What thrills such an utterance should awake in the heart of any true, red-blooded American. It means to citizens of the United States, the embodiment of all that unites these forty-eight states; the life of the American nation, which has stood the test of time; and all that upholds justice in this land of the free. Such a statement as made above should indeed demand an explanation. Many people know little of our government, except that it has a Congress and a President, and few realize the power, the strength and the greatness of the Constitution of the United States. Thus Martin Wade, a staunch upholder of our government, felt a desire to spread the knowledge of our government foundation, and from this thought came the act, and thus com­ menced the Oratorical Contests. School pupils knew little of this precious document and its resources, so Mr. Wade conceived the idea of spreading his thought through them. So, throughout the entire United States, students studied, thought, and read numerous books pertaining to any of’ six sub­ jects, each regarding the Constitution, although certain men, such as Lincoln, and Washington, might be used, together with the study of the Constitution! Indeed yes, studies were neglected and grades lowered, but how much good did this brief study on their country’s government do them? How hard they worked, taking notes, weary trips to the library on a day when the out- �S * l p 1) i r 13 doors tempted one, studying, planning and finally composing WORK—but also a pleasure. Finally, when all the orations were completed, that is written and memorized, they were given, The whole contest was merely a process of elimination. Judges presiding at each contest and orations counting fifty per cent for the oration and fifty per cent on the delivery. The eliminations started first in the class rooms. So that the readers may have a clearer picture of the process, I shall take their school, St. Helen’s Hall, as an ex­ ample. Each English class chose three representatives who prepared their orations and gave them for their own classes, the class acting as judge and choosing the most worthy orator. From this, each representative from the class met together and with eminent men as judges presiding, was chosen the school representative. This was a scene of great rejoicing. How hard the chosen member must work, improving yet more her oration and studying harder on the manner of her delivery. But before the next finals, which were those of the private schools, came the awarding of the medals. This was an exciting event. Two of the orators gave their speeches, and Bishop Sumner presented each one with a prize, which was a beautiful bronze medal, and a certificate of merit. Conflicting emotions no doubt filled the orator’s heart then—nervousness and fear, yet happiness and the flush of success. Each person who competed was awarded a certificate of merit. In the meantime, the public schools were going through the same process and their final was held before the private school final. It was interesting, so very interesting, and any interested spectator felt the thrill and emotions that must be playing in each orator’s heart. Everyone of the speeches fired each person present to be more patriotic citizens. At the end all awaited eagerly the decision of the judges, and a boy, a splendid speaker, was de­ clared the winner and awarded twenty-five dollars. The second prize winner won fifteen dollars, while the third obtained ten. Again we turn to the private school finals. Excitement, and a tense spirit prevaded the Hall. Each person in turn drew a number by chance, no one knowing when he should speak and all sitting on the stage, facing the audience. The experience gave one self-control and poise, but oh, the ner­ vousness, the fear of faltering in one’s speech, and the relief when it was over. A girl was declared the winner in the final, obtaining twenty-five dol­ lars and the right to compete in the state finals. The second prize winner, who tied with the winner on the first ballot of the judges, was presented with fifteen dollars, while the third winner a splendid speaker, received ten dol­ lars. Throughout the entire United States these contests were being con­ ducted. Thus for Southern Washington and Oregon came representatives from nine zones, each one having survived the foregoing eliminations. Crowds thronged to the state finals, and it thrilled a listener even more to hear the wonderful messages given by these youthful orators. A boy was awarded the prize of two hundred and fifty dollars with traveling expenses paid to and from Los Angeles—a prize indeed worthy of merit. This young orator will represent the Pacific Coast in the finals held at Los Angeles, May 16, �r~ ■SS*** r * ■ ! 14 \ U: 4:\ A ! 1 u: .. m 0 * I J1 I) t r 1924, and all the Pacific Coast hopes to hear that their speaker shall win out so that he may compete at Washington, D. C, in June, before the President of the United Stales, it will surely be an honor. But although all the speak­ ers could not survive the eliminations because they were not gifted as much as others, yet they can feel that the effort was not lost, for they know more of the government of their United States, its strength and durability, their rights and privileges, and the history of the greatest country in the world. The contest has spread a wonderful influence, not only among students, but among parents and thousands of others, who now feel more keenly alive to the thrill and the meaning of the words—“The Constitution of the United States”—and its great possibilities not only for the present generation, but for all that may follow. ; • tlilir ©mum Srluml Hill I ' WBR’ii . L-i DECISION of national importance has recently been handed down by . . tIl,c l "'te(1 Slales district Court in Oregon which is of special interest to mends of _t, Helen’s Hall. There was enacted under the initiative in 1922, a bill for the amendment of our compulsory education law making it necessary for every child between the ages of eight and sixteen years, unless ic had completed the eight primary grades to attend the public schools. * '-\«-n went so far as to proclaim failure or negligence to send a u ' o t e puohc school, a misdemeanor, and to make each day’s absence a seperate offense. Under these provisions the attendance of St. Helen's Hall would have been vcry materially decreased. But further concern over the matter is institution ti unncccssaO ^or two private schools, one a Roman Gitnolic institution, the other a mthtary school for boys, brought suit against the stale to enjoin it from enforcing the law. A decision has j'ust been rendered, favorable to the private schools. that the i i °l)"1'on- Judge Wolverton announced schools of their‘constiTutfonar"1"1 US aulhority in del)riving the Private ; state will doubtless carry the ^ tCaCh the grammar grades. The final adjudication, but in as much as th ^ .Un.,t.ed ,States Supreme Court for that in a case whirl? i , ,aS 11C pnnciPle in the case is the same as ndentiye^cVumf’thTde-r * ^ a year ago, we conof our District Court will be confirmed. i -■•i : S3 I y-. '.-j f £3 'r---- (EnntPstH ^ ’V: • year we have lried°for "the°^Col^Tn1 ^ ,S° many co,uests- Every This year, we were asked to ont ,°nia Dau&hter’s Medal, but that was all. work, especially on the Seniors ^ iree °thers‘ Of course, it has been hard even though we don’t win R ^ ^1° ai”f prefsed for time as it is, but to enter, P endid thing, not only for the student, but 1 ■ . �B r l ji ii i r for the school. We hope that next year there will be the same contests to enter, so that we may try again for the prize. One of these contests was that held by the Illinois Watch Co., of Spwngficld, 111. This company offered a beautiful bronze medal to the student who wrote the best essay on Lincoln. Only one medal was given to each city and much to our delight, the medal for Portland was won by one of our own Seniors, Mildred Vaughan, who had competed against the other high schools of Portland. Another contest that we entered was that sponsored by the National Chemical Society of America. The six winners of the national prize receive a scholarship to either Vassar or Yale. There were also $20 gold pieces awarded to the different states. In our school, only the science classes entered. Although we received no honors, next year, with more fervour we will try again. The third contest was the Oratorical Contest, which was sponsored by The Portland Telegram, and has been written of elsewhere. The last one is the Colonial Daughters’ essay contest. This year, the three subjects which we were to choose from were, “The Mayflower Compact,’ “Washington’s Farewell Address,” and "Magna Charta.” For the previous four years we have won a medal and we hope to do the same again. �B j? i p 1? i r lijistury of tI|F (Hlass at 1024 HE highway of knowledge has been trod by many feet in attempting to climb its arduous heights. Some reach the eminence by plodding along slowly and deliberately ; others start out running are soon too tired to continue and drop by the way to rest and some reach the heights by diligent steady work. Four years ago, a group of girls started together on this steep and narrow highway in a common search for the State of Perfect Understand­ ing. In passing through the City of Personal Experience, they found that they had much to learn for they were young, irresponsible, timid, and afraid of the world outside their vision, believing trouble and responsibility to be only for other people. The road was rocky; the scenery often brown and depressing and the girls were very discouraged for they found that to reach their goal they not only had to pass through the awful Swamp of Books, but also to climb the mountain of Personal Responsibility. For a year they drifted on the stream of indifference and floundered in the slough of In­ decision. Then before them they saw the spires of the city called Organiza­ tion After many efforts they finally reached its gales They entered and found that now, before they went further on their way they must find a leader to help them. As their main guide they chose Nina de Pcncier. Roberta Douty, who had been traveling along the road for five years before tlie other climbers commenced their journey, was assistant guide and Edith Bain was holder of the common purse and recorder of events. They found the road smoother and travelling easier with someone to lead them and to show them the less difficult paths. The travellers were then numerous, but many were weakened by the long marches, and dropped out. 1 here were some, however, that kept on. Edna Ellen Bell, Elizabeth Bradley, Elsie Colvin, Virginia Fenton, Mary Ray Fraley, Annie Ellen LaMoree, Mildred Vaughan, Dorothy Mielke, Catherine West and the three leaders of the company travelled on to the second year of the pilgri­ mage in spite of the rocky road and the many difficulties which arose. Then after a sojourn of several months in the land of Summer Vacation, the travelers7 afa,n resumed their 'vay refreshed with renewed vigor for they had been joiner y another pilgrim, Susabeth Bruce. The road was smoother and the travelers found pleasure in plodding along over the hills and through the vales, the third year of their journey was less difficult and they reached the solid.. ground in ^lc Swamp of Books. They found the passage was not so penous as they had thought and they began to laugh at the difficulties that encumbered them. Four worthy travelers joined them — Ruth Wonacott, Isobel Johnson, Katherine Hart, and Florence Volstorff. The main guide and the worthy holder of the the nilfrrime ^TT” T™ became wearied at the slow mode of travel that them to he S at' f P* different »ad' which they believe would get hTthel T V UnderstandinS s°oner. The band regretted this, T ■ , ; 1 i- i i. -cr-Ji vfeq ' 1 : ! sa ■vvl waiting to take mrtheTespon^nititr degree f°r there We''C °the‘'S rheKuaidttCa,thf’iClewaS raiSCd t0 leader and Irene Brix was made assistant gu.de, Cathenne West was chosen unanimously as holder of the purse and soon proved to all, that their trust had been rightly placed. �’iw3r« j/ • I [ 3 e l p 1} i r r: 17 At the end of their third year of travel, they passed through the bypath of pleasure which was easier and made their passage more enjoyable. They stopped several places along the way, once for the Junior-Senior Luncheon, the Commencement Exercises with Baccalaureate Sermon, and the Senior Prom. On this path they came in closer contact with some other travelers who had had a years start. When they resumed their way on the main highway, they found them­ selves on the last lapse of their long and tedious journey. They were joined at the beginning of that year by Isabel Schetky, who had traveled the same paths for a number of years, but had just doubled her pace to catch them. It was a changed group that took up their packs and resumed their journey to reach the State of Perfect Understanding, then in sight. They were competent, tireless and older in all their ways, and they started out to reach, with success, the top of the Mountain of Personal Responsibility where the state which they sought was to be found. The duties that came were different from any they had met before on their way, but each one that they met, they passed without difficulty. Until at last after four beautiful years of traveling in the valleys and over the mountain tops, through green trees and over the rocks, they reached the end of their long journey only to find there was more to be attained by continuing on to a higher plane. The Heights of a College Education : ;• rl EL'- I. QJlir Jitral (Strl nf thr (Class nf 1924 When these Seniors Of St. Helen’s Hall Do leave us soon For good and all. We’ll remember each Not by her name But by the thing Which won her fame. Isobcl Johnson for her refinement. Isabel Schctky for her smile. Catherine West for her domesticity. Susabeth Bruce for her figure. Virginia Fenton for her ideals. Katharine Hart for her poise. RobertaDouty for her personality. Annie Ellen La Moree for her sense of humor. Ruth Wonacott for her scholarship. Elizabeth Bradley for her gentle disposition. Mary Ray Fraley for her readiness to oblige. Edna Ellen Bell for her sportsmanship. Mildred Vaughan for her industry. Irene Brix for her voice. Elsie Colvin for her agreeable disposition. Dorothy Mielke for her artistic talents. Florence Volstorff for her athletic ability. * ... - i ri r II- U 1:1 !£■ IT, . �1 )i 18 °*rr- 0 r l p 1) t r r (Elaas Will 3 d ■ VVY L, the class ol 1924, of St. Helen’s Hall, considering the uncertainty of this transitory life, being of sound mind and memory, do hereby, individually and collectively, make, publish, and declare this to be our last Will and Testament, hereby revoking all former Wills by us made: Firstly: We direct that our memory shall be cherished, loved and hon­ ored with proper regard for our exalted position in life and the fame we have brought the school. s ei Secondly: We direct that our executors hereinafter named, as soon as they have sufficient maturity of mind and courage of heart, console our friends left in the school and carry out our requests: Thirdly: We give and bequeath to the School that wonderful array of shining lights known as the Junior Class who think themselves gems because they are set in their ways. Also all English Essays, treatises, pamphlets and Burkes speech on Conciliation with America” we give, devise and bequeath, sgV and convey directly to the Juniors. Fourthly : To the Sophomore Class we bequeath all Latin, such as gram­ mar, composition. Caesar, and Cicero, together with our sympathy and good . will. i Fifthly: We individually bequeath as follows: I, Mildred Vaughan, leave my timidity and girlish blushes to Mar­ jorie Mariner. r . I. Edna Ellen Bell, do hereby leave my stately dignity to Blanche Lichty, knowing that it will become her greatly. j Sfirrj §1 m' r:■ . 1, Isabel Schetkv, do bequeath to any nightingale, my beautiful singing voice. l Irene Brix, leave my presidency of the Senior Council to Catherine Martin, knowing that she will be well adapted to the position. I, Isobel Johnson, will allow anyone who so desires the privilege to assume my throne as “Queen of Dimples.” T, Elizabeth Bradley, leave my unempeachable integrity to whoever may feel herself sliding from grace. I, Ruth Wonacott, leave my mathematical ability to Cecily Applegath. I, Annie-Ellen La Moree, do bequeath to Bernice Congleton my unfailing source of good nature, as she will need it to carry her through Senior trials. i �3 e l p 1) i r I, Roberta Douty, leave my graceful posture while on my equestrian steed to Mayanna Sargent. I, Dorothy Mielke, do gracefully bestow upon Lilias Peltier my artistic temperament. I fg 1, Catherine West, leave to Mary Louise Coulter my quiet, sim­ ple, modest, unassuming ways, with a hope that she will find them useful. m & I, Susabeth Bruce, with my colleague, Elsie Colvin, bequeath my love for “tripping the light fantastic” to Marie Haines and Doris Wade. m. I, Florence Volstorff, bequeath to the unfortunate one, Marjorie Pittock, my physics notebook. I, Katharine Hart, the modern Shakespeare, wish to bestow upon Muriel Barde my elevating manner, knowing that she needs it badly. I, Virginia Fenton, wish to leave to each member of the Fresh­ man Class my everlasting smile and the art of a perpetual con­ versationalist. I, Mary Ray Fraley, leave my obliging nature to Henrictte White, hoping she will profit by the samc. : (Signed) (Approved) Edna Ellen Bell Roberta Douty Elizabeth Bradley i I 0V f-\-l m r r-v ' < m ■f- •5 B B j H as M a I ■ m i i 1 �t 0 r l ji 1) t r 20 -. (EUtas ^ropltpry ;V'- §PJI ! .74 1— j 'tl £3 Lr-'-i a m2 i 43£3 iJJ . ; 3; WJ -1 £3 . ' ' "C OR many days I bad been exploring the ruins of Ancient Greece, the Acro•F polis at Athens, and various cities and temples throughout the land. At last I had come to the age-old city of Delphi and was investigating the ruins of the famous temple of Apollo, which once had served as a treasure-house of worldly goods given in the service of the gods. I wandered about, imag­ ining the place in its old glory; the beautiful temple, the fields where the Pythian games were held, the Oracle, and the priests and priestesses. Stories of consultations with the Oracle kept running through my head; I thought of Giaucus and how the Oracle had told him it was as bad to have tempted the god as it would have been to have done the evil deed; I thought of Croesus and how the Oracle had warned him of the destruction of a great empire should he attack the Persians, and 1 remembered that, in truth, his own great empire had been destroyed, not Persia. Before me rose up the great and beautiful temple built in the prime of Greek civilization. 1 entered between the tall Greek columns, aweinspired by the beauty ol it. and by the sense of the mystic which pervaded the atmosphere. The beautiful white m-rble gleamed in the half-light of the late afternoon, and every one of the perfect statues seemed alive, a diety beckoning me within. As in a dream. I walked on, and found myself before the dazzling golden statue of the Pythian Apollo. Silent I stood, and then a happy thought entered my head. “Why should not 1 consult the Delphic Oracle and learn of all the girls for whom I had been feeling so lonesome, and about whom 1 had been wondering constantly during my travels. 1 hurried on to the center of the temple where there was a deep, hollow cavern with a narrow entrance which exuded a strange, intoxicating vapor, Coming toward me was a priestess who explained that she was the Pythia through whom Apollo gave his divine messages. When I told what I de­ sired, she said that I might have a consultation in return for fifty cows, four­ teen golden goblets, one purple robe, a sewing machine, and a stick of pep­ permint candy. “Thou must attend closely,” said the Pythia as she ordered the tripod to be brought and placed over the crevice, “for we close promptly at the ringing of the first bell at half after five, and even now it waxeth nigh unto that hour. She ascended the tripod, and as the heavy, pungent odors enveloped her, she passed into a divine frenzy “Attend ye!” warned the August Presence.' “I tell of that which is, has een and sha 1 be. I clarify the past, elucidate the present, and prophecy the future. I tell now of the maidens graduating from St. Helen's Hall in the year 1924. • u , .? Icaves fT th;EachTeis S are those on whom you ponder. ards iLrPwi°Wn W?' and ,CaCh 'S 3 lrue claughter of the ideals and stand­ ards impressed upon her in her youthful school days Many are the fields in which they serve, and now shall I tell you of each of them.” -+&tm �r 32&&lE2£^Zsa*~e*-x. ZJ B33 S * l ji If 11 £ 21 The Realm of Literature has called one of your number, Isabel Schetky, whose contributions to the world of writing, have been great, as well as original. Aesop, from across the Styx, must envy his rival writer of fables, who has put before the world, in her clever moralistic tales, great, over­ powering truths of which people have hitherto been ignorant. Those who adopt these noble maxims, so forcefully illustrated in her practical tales, can­ not help but have the purest and noblest lives ahead of them. Hearken unto these illustrious proverbs, so universal in their application: “It’s a long road that spoils the broth”, “A rolling stone has no turning”; Too many cooks wait for no man”; “Don’t count your chickens that wear a crown”; “All work and no play killed a cat”;; One swallow docs not flock together.” Isabel has benefitted the whole world by these noble writings, and surely deserved the Di Lemna prize, awarded her last year, for the worst book of the year. Mary Ray Fraley has become a great singer and composer, in spite of all obstacles, having overcome her voice. "That Schoolgirl Complexion,” in B natural, and “Two-In-One,” a song in which her talent shines, are among the most popular of her compositions. Catherine West has been serving in the field of science and has pro­ duced many remarkable inventions for humanity’s betterment. She has pro­ duced the popular delicacy which is such a favorite item on every fashionable menu—the blue and gold radish. A great boon to the student is the day which Catherine has evolved, containing enough hours to devote to each sub­ ject the length of time considered necessary by the teacher. Irene Brix has become a great legislator, and has just achieved the pin­ nacle of fame for two great measures she is even now introducing. One is a remarkable traffic law, which should relieve congestion in every city; it states that when two vehicles approach each other, each should stop until the other has passed. Her other measure is to promote international peace, and has gained a just amount of praise in all the civilized nations. As soon as there is another war, Irene will call upon each soldier in the service, convince him of the error of war, and then direct him to his home. All she needs is an opportunity to demonstrate her practical theories. Virginia Fenton is a great club woman, and has promoted many new societies. She is chief advisor for the Mu Kau Mu, and a member of the Board of Directors of Eta Bita Pi. She has put herself into every one, and consequently has to stand twice to make a shadow. Mildred Vaughan is a great reformer; in this capacity, her naturally aggressive nature has been a great help. She has revised the classics so that any high school student can translate Caesar, Virgil, Herodotus, Plato, Burke, or the jokes in Puck with little difficulty. It is a noble calling to pave the pathway of learning for those who follow in our footsteps, but this revision of the classics is a reform that has been needed ever since the introduction of popular education. Mildred is now in the South Sea Islands, selling lamps to the natives as lights to their intellectual darkness. Roberta Douty has gone into the advertising field and edits a “threetimes-daily” want-ad newspaper which is circulated to all corners of the globe. A few extracts from this great medium will show its beneficial nature: “For Wife ' �/ SI '! *?5 , 523 t i f S3 &■} ■V i S3 1 h ' S3 r h ■ i 52 m cwsb.-i L m 22 i e 1 ft 1) i r caie: One brand new, second-hand automobile; has four wheels, rear seat, ermine steering gear and axle; many conveniences seldom found; top bottom, inside 'outside and brake." "Wanted : Room for two young men, 20 feet long and 50 feet wide " “Trade: One good Saturday night date for ditto Friday n 8 Dorothy Meilkc has become a splendid commercial artist for one of our large'firms Her artistic tasks arc to paint stripes on zebras; put seeds in rasp­ berries- pin leaves on trees and sharpen blades of grass. The advance of this day over that of a generation ago is proved by such forward steps in commcrcial practices, Dorothy is working hard on some labor-saving devices; she always was good at saving labor, , . . . Hand-in-hand with the commercial artist is working the utilitarian, Elsie Colvin, who supplies our fundamental needs — blacksmithing, dressmaking and piano-tuning. She is now working on a size three shoe to fit a size seven foot. If she can accomplish this, all civilization will recognize her for her great worth — the saviour of women’s vanity. Elizabeth Bradley is now known as the Sly Slcuthcss, for she has achieved very creditable results as a detective, It is said that if she but has the name, description and present location of a criminal, with the help of a mere taxi and a trilling cohort of policeman, she can trace and capture the most elusive malefactor, She has also deduced the formula for curly hair and donated it to mankind. Katharine Hart and Annie Ellen La Morce really did carry out their promises to be old maids, You may find them in a charming white cottage on Long Island; a cottage with iis quaint old-fashioned garden and wistaria climbing over the doorway. Katharine is a philanthropist, and has done much charitable work. She is responsible for the establishment of moving picture theatres for the blind, the management of concerts for the deaf, and the establishment of a pet hospital, where especial attention is paid to teachers pets. Annie Ellen is an agriculturalist. She can be hired at a reasonable rate to dig up peas, beans, cucumbers and the like, in order to determine whether or not they have sprouted. She is especially clever at locating cut-worms, which she trains as household pets, for which there is a great popular demand at present Susabeth Bruce is a very busy person, as she serves a variety of occupateions She sorts holes in a doughnut factory, and runs a dyeing and cleaning establishment in connection with her modern undertaking parlors, In her spare time* she puts the ham in hammers. Isobel Johnson, following her earlier tendencies, has become a great athlete. I know7 you will not be surprised at this, for outdoor sports was always her long run. She has won the bean-bag contest at the Olympic games, which is a great credit to her early training. It is rumored that she has completed the walking tour from Fifth and Morrison to Sixth and Alder streets, but this is only rumor, and sounds improbable. Florence Volstorff edits a query department for one of the newspapers with great success. She can inform you through her column on how to keep peas on your knife; how to make money; what time to have five o’clock tea, and what to serve; where you would be if you stood behind yourself, and what other metals besides china arc under the ground. i I �£1 ? I p 1} i r 23 Ruth Wonacott has achieved distinction through designing millinery. She has several charming models to her credit. There is one fetching hat for picnicing, decorated with alternate layers of cream, brick cheese, postage stamps and bonbons. Another model for those contemplating a sojourn to the desert, is a little tub-shaped affair, which is all embracing; it may be worn upside down, wrong side out, or wrong side before, with equal charm and comfort. The trimming is detachable and is a perfect dream, as well as being most practical, for it may be used as a washcloth, toothbrush, or water canteen. Edna Ellen has been editor of the Pacific Monthly for a number of years. She has proved most efficient, and keeps the whole organization running very smoothly — so smoothly, in fact, that that worthy periodical is issued twice a month, in order to keep the staff sufficiently busy. “All these have b. and the voice of the Oracle gradually died away as a bell rang. The Pythia abruptly rushed over and said that since it was five-thirty, the propheteer could tell no more that day, and swiftly she ran into the interior of the temple. 1 started to follow, but the temple melted away in thin air, with its statues and treasures, and 1 dreamily realized that I was but standing by a rocky crevice in the side of the mountain, and that I must return quickly to my friends. My sadness at the disappearance of the fanciful temple, was lost in my delight at hearing of the girls from St. Helen’s Hall, and I knew that the glories of the past, even though faded away, enriched our present, and I was happy, lost amid old associations and friendships that Time can never drive away. Ideli.e Egbert. ^2 m 55 1 Im 8 m . �r •; A ... i r l p Ij i r 24 (3 ' ! :~ ;... . j ..I a .11 Wil J LITERARY , ■' A (Eatrynnral Isdurij -••J . {• ' 1 --'•i m r- s I- J m n B •K & h "Music hath charms to sooth the savage breast.” This may be true allegorically but not categorically, especially when the aforesaid savage is trying to make up about three nights sleep in one to the tune of “Fortv-ninc Cats Sitting On a Fence.” Have you ever been awakened in the dead of night, from a sound sleep, or worse still, in the middle of an extremely interesting dream, by an unearthly howl from the regions of the back yard? You wonder sleepily whether the entire household is being murdered outright, or whether it is only the fire-engine going by. You decide that if it is the former you had better descend by the fire-escape immediately, if you wish to save your life, but on second thought you conclude that it might be wiser not to venture one hundred and fifty pounds out on so unsafe a structure. Tf it should be a fire, you think it might be a good idea to determine its whereabouts, in case it is your own humble shelter ablaze, in which event, the fire-escape would be inevitable. While you are still undecided as to the proper course of action to be pursued under these circumstances, and are trying to summon up the neces­ sary courage required to quit your warm bed and cross the cold floor to the still colder haven of the window curtains where you may look for the steal­ thy form of the murderer or the bright glare of the fire, another and more unearthly yell breaks the quiet of the night. Indeed, so unearthly is it that you at once decide your bed is a very nice place in which to remain. As yet your sleep-befogged brain has not fully comprehended the identity of the disturber of the peace. Then you hear some one in the next room getting out of bed, and you perceive that your first theory is entirely wrong. Nevertheless, when you hear the window go up, you congratulate yourself on the fact that your second theory is correct if your first is not, and are just I �I w 53 e l p 1) i r f 25 opening your lips to inquire where the fire is, what place is burning, and if it is a very bad conflagration, when there comes to your ears the sound of some hard object, probably a boot, hitting the back fence. Pop! Your sec­ ond theory has gone to pieces. Then the window goes down, and you hear the bed creak as its owner once more prepares to slumber. You turn over, pull the covers up higher, and do likewise. But you forget that the missile your neighbor directed at the invisible foe hit the fence instead of the said foe. If you arc labouring under the delusion that the enemy has gone for good you are soon undeceived. Yeow—ow—ow! Again and yet again it pierces your dreams. In desperation you remember the smooth round stones you brought triumphantly home only that night for your Chinese lily to rest in. You leap from your downy couch, and, regardless of cold floors, start across the room to get the stones, trusting to your intimate knowledge of the whereabouts of each particular piece of furniture not to stub your toe. However, in the course of your wild journey across the interminable space you come to the conclusion that you are not as wise as you thought you were, and vow that the first thing you will do, when you have time, will be to move about half the furniture into the basement. Needless to say, you never find yourself equal to parting with any of it, and thus it remains, But, to return, you are positive you put the stones on the small table by the window. On at length arriving there, minus no small amount of skin from the various portions of your anatomy, the result of coming into violent contact with nearly every inanimate object in the room, you are unable to locate your weapons. Desperately you grope your way to the light switch, falling over something which feels suspiciously like the object of your search, After a prolonged hunt for the switch you at last find it, and when the light is on, observe the missing projectiles scattered about the floor. By this time, the cal’s chorus together with your anything but noisless search, has awakened the whole household. They inquire, from the refuge of their respective doorways, if the feline symphony is not sufficient music (?) without their being forced to listen to a midnight circus parade. You acidly reply that you are trying to find something with which to stop the scranaders' once and for all, as no one else seems capable of doing it, and much ruffled in spirit, put out the light, and once more wend your perilous way through the maze of chairs and tables to the window to open fire. Your first shot goes far astray, as does your second and third. Muttering maledictions on the heads of all the cats for the next three generations, you take careful aim, and realizing that this, your fourth and last shot, must tell, you fire. Alas, your shot tells only too well! Crash! Tinkle! Your next door neighbor’s kitchen window breaks into a thousand pieces. The cats flv. At last the enemy is routed! You stand for a moment looking at vour handiwork, while from the hall comes a chorus of ‘I told you so’s.’ Realizing that the longer you stay there the more liable you are to be caught, you crawl into bed disgusted with everything and everybody, and vowing eternal enmity to the entire feline species, until at last you fall asleep to dream of a score or more of cats chasing you down the street hurling pieces of glass and stones at you, and crying exultantly, “I told you so!” Isabel Schetky, ’24. �; s. f ‘ 26 ) f. 3 V : S3 . I v -- : -j r.'~ : 0 r l p Ij i r GIlj? iHiiungljt IMatrlj 1 It was nine o’clock at Deaclman’s Hollow, and wc were all gathered around the camp fire telling ghosts stories, Deadman’s Hollow was the finest place in the world for ghost stories with the ocean on one side and the great high cliffs on the others with tiny springlcts noisily dropping over the sides. I had been given the midnight watch and therefore every one envied me. After the ghost stories were exhaustd, we crawled into our sleeping bags, and I can’t describe the rest for I can’t remember what happened after that, but I do know that in the middle of the night I was hauled out of bed and informed by the last watch, that it was my turn My! but it’s cold, I grunted while putting on my shoes. I stumbled over to the fire and sat down then I got up and put some more wood on the fire. Sitting down again T studied my watch thirty-five minutes more. My! how loud the ocean sounded and those springlcts certainly sounded grusome. Oh! but it was dark; why you could hardly sec the stars. One of the ghost stories popped into my head. 1 tried not to think of it. Heavens, what was that? If that didn’t look like a face over there on that rock two big, glary, white eyes and a huge white nose. Well there wasn't any need of looking at it, I turned my back, a glance informed me that it was still there. Oh, I wish I hadn’t seen it. Just twelve o’clock, well it was over now and 1 can go back to bed, I called the next watch and crawled in. What a relief. Hope she sees it too and suffers like 1 did. ihe Whistle Already? Oh yes, that face! I’ll just take a look to see if it’s still there. Surreptitiously 1 raised myself on my elbow and looked. Yes, it was there, but what, a blow! Two white enamel drinking cups turned upside down and a small ivory mirror had been left on the rock and were the cause of it all. Well, at any rate, if I didn’t say anything nobody else would ever know, Betty Sewall, ’25. i 0hp (Ettvi nf Streams ■ ; ; grj r i ci ■ Far in the sky on a cloud above, There’s a quiet old city of Dreams. ’Tis all blooming with roses, Its perfume exposes. This wonderful city of Dreams. Its streets they are all cool and shady And birds call their lullaby songs. The children are singing And soft bells are ringing, This beautiful City of Dreams. And if one should tire of work and of play, Just take the first boat to the city. And when through with your pleasures Bring back all the treasures Back from the City of Dreams. Nancy Bonham, ’26. : * f / �B p l p 1? t r 27 Ulie IGast (Eahallmi f t' T^\ ON JUAN ESTUDILLO crept through the sinister darkness in tlie L-' shadow of the bulging walls and grim battlements of the Alhambra. From a narrow window, high in the tower of the Comares, the faint light of a candle flickcicd. It was a cadaverous light that might have as easily been suspected of glimmering from the rotten wood of an old coffin as from a tallow. The haunted ground on which lie trod and the crumbling walls were shrouded in grotesque darkness, and the ghastly glow, pale as a corpse’s face only enhanced the shades of night. At the ancient portal lie felt the soft, warm breath of a horse, as he passed in front of its head, and lie knew it was the black marc of Francisco loral, the “Wolf of the Mills.” Don Juan was no coward, but the place had cast its ominous spell upon him, and he welcomed the momentary nearness of the animal, for it is at such a time that a horse seems the very personifi­ cation of life. He entered the cool, echoing halls and groped his way up the resounding stairs. His very footsteps seemed to send forth a malicious foreboding, but the pride and honor of his fathers burned in the heart of the young don, and he made his way toward the wan light with a kind of sad felicity. He was going to pay the debt of an Estudillo, to make sure of the honor of his name, at least in the eyes of mortal men. As he entered the small room where Toral was awaiting him, the tall, handsome outcast rose to meet him, “You arc late, Estudillo, did you not think that it might be unpleasant for me to wait in a haunted castle ?” he said, laying his trimmed pistol on the marred table. Don Juan laughed uneasily. Whatever the world said of Toral, it had to own that there was no fear of man or devil in his heart. “That you arc late is of no consequence; we still have time to spare,” he added, motioning Estudillo to the loophole. The moon had risen and in its straggling beams, two fantom-like beings, carrying something heavy, were threading the narrow path of the mountain. “Look!” whispered Toral, as if half afraid of his own voice. “Look!” Don Juan looked. As they immerged into the open space, the moon that rolled through the heavens, revealed the palid face of a corpse. Involuntarily Estudillo shrank back from the casement. “You are afraid,” sneered Francisco. “No — I thought for a moment of------” “You thought perhaps of Maria? “Yes,” he confessed, “I thought of Maria ” “It is the only way to save your honor, yours and hers; and if you break your oath now, I’ll drag the name of Estudillo through the dust.” “I am still a gentleman,” answered the other. They watched at the window for the return of the pallbearers. After an hour, they saw them coming down the trail. Their voices rose on the clear air and floated to the tower. It was evident that they were arguing. �:■ •i i p l p 1) t r 28 i f' • r ;■ ■ • i. ' '. • f 1 : V £3 • i ;- : m 1 «<«*••• i 0 L0 m rv: i : “Not a large funeral ” remarked Toral, “only two. Young Roberto’s one of them.” "Yes,” said Estudillo, "the old man was his uncle.” "He left him nothing, or very little, and willed that his gold be buried with him.” f "Is there no danger of Roberto’s return. "He may return, but that is no danger,” answered Toral. "Robbery is enough for one night; may heaven keep us from murder.” “So be it.” With that, both men. armed with shovels, wended their way along the corridors and out into the night, They saddled the horse, untied her and led her up the precipitous steep. At the newly made grave, they stopped. Francisco lit and held a candle, sheltering it with his hand. "Work quickly,” lie whispered to Don Juan. The loose earth yielded, and fell with gruesome thuds beside the grave. The breeze blew out the tallow. There was a resisting sound, a scrape, as the shovel struck the coffin lid. “I’ll give you a lift,” said Francisco, bending, and together they raised the casket. A little later the black mare, her saddle-bags heavy with gold, followed her master along the narrow pass, At the gate of the Alhambra, she was relieved of her burden and a light again gleamed from the tower of the Comarcs. "We have finished our work.” “Yes,” murmured Don Juan, as he stood at the loop-hole and gazed out over the plain, "There is a light in our house; it must be that Maria waits my return.” “We have finished our work,” repeated Toral, "and we may well speak of Maria. Juan, she has graced your household long enough, and as you are now the head of the house, in fact, you arc the last caballero of the Estudillos; but to return to what T was saying: it is you who will give Maria’s hand in marriage — that is what I ask.” “You!” said Don Juan in calm scorn; but turning from the window: "You —the ‘Wolf of the Hills,’ an outcast — ask for the hand of the cousin of Don Juan Estudillo?” “I do; she loves; but, perhaps I give you news.” “No,” answered Juan; "I have suspected it; it seems that you are not hard to love, but what you wish can never be. I refuse.” “Refuse and all Spain shall know how an Estudillo pays his debts.” "Say one more word and you die, Toral.” "There is an old prophecy,” continued Francisco, in sneering indifference, “that the last Caballero of the Estudillos shall die by the hand of a Mendez. Because of a time-worn feud, an Estudillo brought disgrace upon a Mendez. Your father accused a man of a crime that he never committed, and drove him from the graves of his ancestors, and now, behold the son of that man — behold Don Francisco Mendez!” Then, in the Comares, after thirty long years, the age-old enmity burst . 0: i �.-?c.• ' •• • • r. - -.1- r-n.:. - • fea^sgg^^snS-:- -fW c\ r; !• •r ’ 0 r X p li \ r r l L.:r: 29 forth and the swords of Mendez and Estudillo crossed again for the honor of their names. The first pale streak of dawn broke across the sky, when Don Juan lurched forward, staggered, and with his sword in his stiffening' hand, fell across the stolen gold. ■ Francisco looked down on his destruction. On the dead man’s cursed treasure lay another corpse. He reeled to the window to feel the cool air and saw below him, in the shadow of the Alhambra, the home of the man he had killed, and he wondered if behind its staunch walls, Maria still waited for her cousin or her lover. Could he face her now? He looked down on his marc, She, contentedly grazing in the rosy glow of morning, unconscious of the horror in which she had done her part. He cast a last look over the scene before him. “O, Maria!” he sighed; ‘‘1 leave you to Roberto, he is more worthy than either of us.” And with that he turned back into the room, pushed the door till its hinges shrieked, and barred it. For a moment a wave of self-pity came over him — and then disgust. He raised the blade, wet with the blood of Don Juan’s heart, and plunged it into his own. Cecilie Applegath, ’25. y : ! ■ I ■ ' L : Ulljm Mp mb ©nr tn ©n 4 r 1 IMMY was going out. It was evident from the faultless part of the curly J red hair that Mother fondly called “auburn,” and whose curliness, 14-yearold Jimmy hated, to the unusual shine on his shoes. 1 say unusual, because it was only Wednesday night, and Jimmy refused, in spite of everything, to shine his shoes more than once a week Therefore, when he came into the kitchen where his mother and his 12-year-old sister, Anne, were doing the supper dishes, his mother looked at him, and in a rather surprised voice, asked where he was going. “Oh, down to the movie with some of the fellows,” replied Jimmy, getting rather red. . , , , , “He isn’t, either!” cut in Anne quickly, who, with that keen observation, found only in younger sisters, had at once seen the hair and the shoes, “he’s going to see Molly Evans.’ . “You just wait till I catch Billy Barnes around here, miss — 1 11 fix you then" said Jimmy, threateningly, as he banged the back door behind him; but Anne only wrinkled up her nose at his retreating back and laughed. _ However, Jimmy was going to see Molly, though how h.s sister found it out he could not imagine. When he reached the Evans he stood for a moment, wondering whether to ring the bell or run but he finally plucked Mrs. Evans came to the door; she was smiling slightly, up courage and rang, and when she saw Jimmy, her ; mile. broadened “Come right in, Jimmy!” she said pleasantly. He followed her down the hall to the sitting-room where he could hear Mr. Evans and his brother talking. Jimmy was wondering what he should a : Iss? : r" ■ K‘ ID m f--J h;] J •' 5J i ■B m I ! £4 m m �52^;:. i P l 30 Dr1 ji It t r '■>! m V •' f ’ ... ' * f i - , *■3 m r:r : say, now that he was here. For the life of him he coulcl think of nothing but the time-worn phrase: “It’s a nice day”—and that hardly seemed ap­ propriate. He was still wondering when they reached the doorway, and Jimmy saw something that sent even that out of his head. There on the couch before the fire, his brown head close to Molly’s short black curls, as they bent together over an open book, was — Ted Brown! Ted Brown, the handsomest boy and the best dancer in the Freshman class. Jimmy, who had long envied him, his prowess in the noble art of “tripping the light fantastic,” now felt that he could willingly — nay, cheerfully — slay him on the spot_ if it were possible. Molly looked up, smiling. “Hullo, Jimmy!” she said. 'Hr ah—go-good morning!” stammered Jimmy, gelling more red and uncomfortable every minute. “Bit early for that, isn’t it?” asked Mr. Evans, with a broad smile. ^ ^ guess so; that is—I—er—don’t know!” returned poor Jimmy, wish­ ing that he had run away, instead of ringing the bell. But Molly look pity on him. “Sit down here and see if you can help us,” she said. Jimmy sat down on the edge of the couch beside her. “What is it?” he inquired, “Algebra — oh, yes; I think 1 can. Let me sec it a minute.” led gave up the book with a sigh; he never could do algebra anyway; ' . shc d only askcd 1,1111 to he,P her with her history, he could have beaten Jimmy to pieces. Oh, well, that was the way with girls — they never did what you wanted ’em to. Might as well go. He rose to leave. Molly and Jimmy, completely engrossed in their algebra, laidly noticed him get up. However, when he turned to say good-night Molly rose to go to the door with him. "f° l0,lg’ Ted’” fid JinimM genially - feeling that as he had the best of •led, he could afford to be genial. . "S°,l0nf J!mmy” ~ tllen l>ausi"e in the doorway: “I suppose you won’t thought ,C° t0m°rrOW mghC hc remarked. brightening visibly at the Horrors! The Freshman dance! Jimmy had entirely forgotten it. He felt a cold chill go down his back, Then a thought struck him. Should he risk it? He decided he would anyway. Yes,” he relied, lightly — though die cold chills by this time were running up and down his spine in the most alarming manner. “Yes, Molly and I are going!” Ted stared “Molly and you! But you haven’t even asked her yet'" said, a,;: threw alUi'ng to escort Ted to the door. Isabel Schetky, '24. K �less place than near it. Ihe trouble had started with the foolish talc of a mere boy, who said that he “seen real human eyes, now, mind’ja, a’ peepin’ out o’ that there second story winder in the middle of the night.” What the boy happened to be doing in the outskirts of the village at midnight, and how the human eyes were so visible as to gleam through the darkness, was not inquired into. But while the mayor and the township scoffed, the mayor and the township secretly resolved to leave that house in peace. It had become the “haunted house” of the neighborhood, a veritable home for ghosts in their old age. Then came the Frenchman. He was a dashing, handsome young officer by the name of Monsieur Roudcc, and when he heard of the haunted house, he had a good laugh over it. In vain did the entire population of Grants Junction reason with him; in vain did the most daring exaggerate upon the horrors of seeing eyes at second-story windows. Still was the Frenchman firm in his jocular view of the matter, and still did he maintain that he was going to explore the house. On this gruesome expedition he was desirous of having company — not that he objected in the least to going alone (ha, ha! oh, no — indeed!), but he just thought that it might be well to have some­ one to talk to. At this old Farmer Jones winked slyly at old Farmer Williams, and Susan Green informed Jemima Brown that “that dandyish young feller warn’t all he was cracked up t’ be.” Having thus delivered itself of its opinion, Grants Junction withdrew from the scene of action, leaving the Frenchman to fight his own battle with the haunted house. But he was not quite alone. The discussion that evening had taken place in Mahoney’s hardware store, and, seated on a big tin box in the corner, was Mahoney’s son, Archibald, commonly called “Prunes.” “Prunes” had become attached to the young officer, and basked in the light of his presence whenever he had a chance. Now he rose solemnly. Monsieur Roudcc was gazing in abject silence out of the window, and he strode up to him: “Say, mister,” he drawled, crumpling his red hair exstatically, “111 go wid ye to the ha’nted house.” The Frenchman turned. He could not resist the appeal of two grinning rows of teeth, set into a mass of freckles. “Oh, you will, will you?” he said. “Well, then, sir, come on.” The small boy wavered. Fie had not expected this sudden turning of the tables, but he had promised to go. He looked up; the grin on his face somewhat diminished. “A—right,” he said; “it’s a go.” And so they set off. The haunted house stood about a quarter of a mile outside of the village, and it did not take long to reach it. When they arrived, Monsieur stopped to take a casual survey of the place before entering. It was ideal, he decided, for haunting purposes. Black and bleak stood the trees around it, and black �[&;i 1 m : r t :• . m ■ ; a • ‘ ’ ■ > - «j 33i -••I S’ =3 ;— Ml m. m 32 i p l p 1] i r and bleak stood the house itself. There were a good many windows, secondstory and otherwise, and also a good many shutters, which, after the fashion of shutters in haunted houses, creaked and slammed continually. All this the Frenchman took in at a glance, and seemed satisfied. “Prunes” was having difficulties, for prior to the arrival of Monsieur Roudee, all the king’s horses and all the king’s men could not have inveigled him into that house. Now he was beginning to feel that even the company of the distinguished personage at his side was not quite enough compensation for the cold feeling that was running up and down his back. “Well, boy, shall we go in?” inquired Monsieur, kindly. “Y—y-yes, s—s-sir,” mumured "Prunes.” And in they went. Of all the houses in the neighborhood to explore at night, they could not have found a worse one. The place had been built in the days when it was fashionable to come into one’s parlor along a winding stair, and from there to traverse more winding stairs in one’s attempt to get somewhere. The Frenchman had modern ideas of architecture, and believed in stairs that ran straight up to the roof, so lie wished very vehemently, on entering, for a lantern. “Prunes” was inwardly wishing that there were electric lights, but he did not say so. Thus they proceeded up the first stairway. Midway to the lop, on a landing, the Frenchman paused; the hand that grasped “Prune’s” hand, shook a little. Before them, a silvery and shiny expanse of something like water glimmered along the wall, with a dark blotch in the middle of it. Roudee summoned all his courage and crept to it slowly — “Prunes” cringing against the banister the while. Suddenly, the officer laughed hyster­ ically, Its — it’s a broken mirror!” he explained (he felt very much ashamed). At the top of the first stairway was a hall, leading to the second and third stairways. It was a very long, dark hall, and they proceeded warily. It was ridiculous to have set off in that impetous fashion without a light, thought the Frenchman, but not for the world would he have turned back. Suddenly he collided with a slimp and slippery something, which clattered disconcertingly. “0—o—oooh!” ejaculated “Prunes.” Again Roudee sum­ moned all his courage, and put out his hand. Plorrors of horrors! He pushed it into another hand cold and clammy. He shivered involuntarily, and what would have happened next is doubtful, if the moon had not come from behind a cloud, and revealed the suit of armor which stood with one hand en o c mg that of the officer. If it had been daylight, Monsieur would have een seen to redden deeply. Really, this sort of thing was not only mortify­ ing - it was positively annoying. He pushed “Prunes” forward, and said If Vr1", <T.°Sf l^at ^iey wouFl go on. His companion was, by this time, ce in me o queer, as he would have expressed it, had he dared to speak, and he clutched the officer desperately. Having mounted the n-.cc-.rr • • second stirway, they found themselves in a little tTTV1?0 tW0 Iarge rooms> one Of which they entered. Oh, ehostlv chn (K eholcl! Scattered about the room were dozens of white ghostly shapes, which stood fearfully still. “Prunes” uttered a pitiful howl. i �K' ,v*’ -•-''-' ‘;j-iM wmas -•?::• fcrs !& B e l p 1) t r I 33 Roudee, drawn down by an irresistible impulse, walked stiffly to the nearest appreciation and touched it’s arm hesitatingly. It seemed to be in a sitting posture, and suddenly a gleam of intelligence flashed upon his troubled mind. In a frenzy he tore off the white covering, and saw — an old-fashioned arm chair! Under his breath, he uttered an ejaculation which was not meant for the boy’s innocent young ears, and left the room. There was very little furniture and they began to breathe more easily. But suddenly “Prunes” backed up against the wall. “L-o-o-k!” he whispered hoarsely. Monsieur looked and behold, to his infinite terror, that a man with a raised club was standing on the other side of the room. Of course it was a ghost, for it was white all over. The Frenchman was in a cold perspiration, but he stalked up to the figure. “S—s-sir!” he whispered meekly, “what d—do y—you want here?" No answer. “Sir!" he exclaimed again, his terror increasing, “who are you? Wh—what do you want ? Oh. answer me — please! 1 shall die; l—oh !” The moon had again come to the rescue, and the ghost was a piece of Roman statuary "Prunes” and the officer turned and lied, Up to the topmost floor of the house they ran, and plunged into a low-ccilingcd room at the right. Now the plaster on that ceiling was rather unstable, and at the shock oc­ casioned by their entrance, it showed its resentment by descending in a body upon the heads of the fugitives. "Oh!” gasped the Frenchman, extricating himself from the ruins; and again he uttered the ejaculation which was not meant for the boy s innocent young ears. “Prunes” was more dead than alive. He had thought the mirror episode almost funny; had been able to tolerate the suit of armour and the chairs, and had been merely scared out of his wits by the Roman with his club. But the sudden arrival of a lot of plaster upon him was too much, for he was very tired, very hungry, and very much disgusted with the house in general. At this point, he and Monsieur Roudee would probably have gone straight down the stairways and out the door, with never a care for ghosts of any description, had not a very strange and terrifying thing happened. A pair of eyes — brilliantly green eyes — peered out upon them, coming nearer and nearer in the darkness. A strange hissing sound accompanied them. Roudee grasped “Prunes” by the hair and dragged him to the nearest window. There was a porch-roof below, and from that, it would be easy to slide to the ground. He tore the curtain convulsively, secured it, and releasing the hair of his victim, forced him to descend. Fie then started to go down himself, but his frail rope broke so he landed on the roof with a great deal of noise. This brought the eyes to the open window, and the appearance of the eyes brought the two paralyzed explorers to the ground anc, up at the attic window, a cat looked down upon the flight of the intruders upon Archibald Mahoney, commonly called “Prunes, did not appear ,n the Mahoney’s hardware store the next day. A very dejected Frenchman, who looked as if he had had a bad night, sneaked m behmd the usual crowd of Grants Junction’s inhabitants. It was plain that he was trymg to escape [ ■ r .■ m. i— 11 r ■ I i B 1: lie Eg I® £1 !■- if 7-~: :2s . - : :• —• • I _ l ftr. S'] �Z-li iVSHM -■ , J 26 -. 0 r 1 p 1? i r ! f; pri :« 3 notice, so, of course, everyone noticed him. After a few minutes of silence. ATr. Mahoney stepped forth : “Well, sir,” said he, sneeringly, “how d’ye get along on that leetlc ex­ pedition of yours to the ha’ntcd house last night? D’ye sec any ghosts, or eyes — eh?” Ain id humiliating elbow nudgings and whisperings, Monsieur Roudee faced them bravely. “Mr, Mahoney,” he said, “I—I really think your son can tell you all about it.” And with that he strode out of Mahoney’s hardware store — out of Grant Junction — and was never heard of more. And the haunted house still stands in lonely solitude, with the moaning trees around it. And over the house there prowls a green-eyed monster who hisses in endless scorn at the self-satisfied little town of Grants Junction. Charlotte Allen, ’27. Tj ri Ari]uiring An Artintir (Urmyeraumit .3 W-rq I m ; : -i 1 iSSi ! m.. t ! -'A -i s a |b*J for­ NE DAY, when I was about five years old, I was left alone to decide the greatest problem of what to do. I had watched my grandfather paint many times; so, in the course of many mental detours, the thought came to me that this might be the inheritage of the youngest child — myself. About this time, 1 noted with interest, the arrival of some wicker furni­ ture for our summer home. 1 was dreadfully disappointed in it, for it looked to me a dirty white, but it was, in reality, ivory. My vivid young imagination had pictured it as some bright color, with flowers and designs, as one sees in pictures. As 1 turned away from the furniture in disgust, my eyes lit on a can of red paint. “Oh!” was my enraptured exclamation, I became intensely excited as I began to see the possibilities — perhaps for a work of art, who knows? s ter had secured all the necessary brushes and equipment for my task, egan to work out a design of oddly-shaped scrolls, which seemed to suit my artistic taste. I had labored unceasingly and uninterrupted for an hour. Having surveyed my work with a critical eye, and finding all to my satislon, c ecic ed to exhibit my work. I brought my mother down to see it, and an “Oh!” came to my ears. To my surprise, no great burst of enthusiasm followed. What did follow Ss Hkei mySelf’ 10 telK ^°h ad* li e a rd h a tF t H aIs"1 o t her O ing that f-h’ ° g° t.ir°ugh’ so 1 bore my troubles silently and patiently, knowart After « "1* JUSt °nC tlie many sacrifices I would have to make for art. After working a whole hour to acquire an artistic temperament, surely i would not let a mere scolding and a threatened hour in a closet deprive me of a future such- as I now had before me. Darrel Torrv, '25- �gg< ' '.... B r l p 1] i r 27 j";/.---•»! r -•- SS < (©n iSritutg a Spsrriptum r\F COURSE, all descriptions must begin like this: “The day was bright ^ and sunny; the sky was very blue.” Then, of course, you must tell about the flock of crows perched in the poplar in the yard (it must be a tall poplar and a very noisy flock of crows), After that comes the house, which is weather-beaten and worn (all stories have farm houses in them that are weather-beaten and worn—capital “H” to houses), and the flock of chickens in the yard (and remember, not to use the word “flock” again), which (always) are clucking contentedly. And the morning glories, trailing up over the porch (don't forget the morning glories — they’re really very important). Then, the aim simply — simply must—go down in order to picture the cow lowing at the pasture-gate, and the sad-faced milkmaid, coming to let “him” in (prob­ ably it would be better to say “let ‘her’ in,” but I’m not sure, so I’ll let it be). Then the sun is down completely. And twilight is nigh at hand. Then the milkmaid (don’t repeat “sad-” faced” again), comes down the winding path, with her brimming pail of foamy milk (all brimming pails of milk are foamy). When this is finished, add a few commas and stick in a few paragraphs — 1 mean indent the beginning (or the end, l don’t know which) of a few (say five) sentences, and lo! you have a modern description. i. .-•• p-- ~~- g F* iHrvs hV.. LUA !• MS :ps& !;SS Kathryn Hahn, Uiljp Art nf (Ilmun'rsatinn w HAT would wc do without the weather as a topic of conversation? It is the one thing about which everyone knows something and can say a few words, or as many as needed, to fill in the gaps, It is of universal interest and always has variety. It affects us mentally, morally, physically and materially. The vegetable man remarks sagely and scientifically Da rain, he maka da croppa gooda for da froota.” Lady Whoosis. to whom wc have just been introduced at the reception in her honor, draws upon her sparkling intelligence, sung in newspaper and in magazine, and murmurs sweet nothings about the charming weather wc have in our delightful little city. 1 he post­ man, speaking from forty-two years’ experience, informs us., in a way that would put the Encyclopedia Britanica to shame: This here s the ummest winter in thirty-nine years, exceptin’ the Blizzard Winter!” I he book agent and the would-be wit, astounds us with the clever thrust, A ice, fine, ^rSc morning!” The reigning Duchess in the hosiery department deigns to advise us: “Little sleep was enjoyed by all present last night on account of the wind raising merry murder.” , .. I think if I were about to rescue a drowning man, wont ia\c operations in order to learn first his ideas about our old friend and enemy, Weather. Idelle Egbert, P. G. f itea ill II §§ m jl jj->. I.: w,i!m i:£w2f 1 * Si : i L. �| ' T| m 36 1 e l p l)t r : * (' i-i fc:: * ■total. ■* r - 1 f !Jgj t. U: v i •-Siiv.'i 1 Ell e ■ ■ , m a r22 r-4 (Cramming fnr lExaminatimts SUNDAY — I have been counting the clays of real school, and even the hours until the last, but then the examinations are so near at hand. That is the most awful time of all, as my exams count so much, and if I do not pass them, I will have to do my work all over again this summer. If I should fail, all my hard work and sleepless nights would be in vain. Ah, me! MONDAY — Tomorrow is the first day of exams. My history comes then, and l had planned to go out this ev ening. I really think I ought to go, as 1 need some little recreation, or 1 "'ill not be able to get through this hard week at all — and 1 can study my history early in the morning. TUESDAY — Oh, dear! When I woke up this morning, the sun was just pouring in at my window, and when 1 looked at the clock I found it was tune for breakfast, and a hurried one at that, So my chance to study was gone. My last resort was to stay away from chapel and look over as much of my book as ] could, 1 got awfully mixed up trying to do it so fast. Why did 1 go out last night? 1 do hope Miss ----- noticed my haggard face and will understand how I have worried about that examination. WEDNESDAY—Mother asked me to go downtown with her for an hour today, but 1 could not go. for I had so much studying to do. I was working on anvwav SI t ^ to,”or,row* went in my place, so it was all right, • e iac.1 Just left when hrances came along in her car, and begged me thought H,^rtlJUSf a . a ndC With her‘ 1 had a terrible headache, and I tire ’wav out ^ ™ might do mc goocl- so 1 went, and we had a fiat just time for h*” 1C.Count^; ofl the Pavement, and did not get home until just time fot dinner, late. Why did I leave my algebra until the last minute? no, indced- for 1 tad open, of course - I oGt hokf_f 1 fi"al,y got there ~ the *>ndge was things . * were arjor,e’ made herI tell about a million ngs about about litemi literature, and they theand only things did me know, too! mother or father ever^found 2 ^ thlS niorninS. studying for French. If hard I have to work 1 ! ■ °,Ut ' maybe they would realize how over. My only chnnre fCCI tam y need a good rest now that exams are all consideration inv good ' -tmg tbrou^b *s that the teachers will take into counter this week." n entl°ns, and all the difficulties I have had to en- ; . Julia Bradley, ’25. i i m m ■ H I �Mary Alice Mcver defeated Geraldine Spence, 10-S, 6-3, and was presented with a cup. Jane Cullers, of the Juniors, defeated Helen Peters, and was presented with a cup, Catherine Martin, champion of the seniors for the last three years, again won the title by defeating Marjorie Mariner, 6-4, 7-5. The match was long and hard fought, and both girls descried credit for their brilliant playing. A cup was presented to Catherine Martin. The school cup was won by the Day-doubles, represented by Catherine Martin and Irene Mackay, who won from Boardcrs-doubles, represented by Marjorie Mariner and Beverley Rob­ erts, 6-4, 6-0, 6-4. > �jngTi.7wWrgg^ ■\ K c < ;i n ■ 55 « -ta I1 te,J cr; •WS bSr:: !T ! m . ■M ! .i IT'.'I £ '■■'l ■ : 'm Si: '• V;-:; • Engayemails — Annabel Bales, ’22, to Mr. David Cohen. The wedding is being planned for July 20. Marriages— Janice Parker, ’21, to Walter Holman. Sue 1 ruby, ’14, to James Crawford. Births— lo Mr. and Mrs. L. W. Jaunccy (Lucile Pfaff). a daughter, Billie Lou; April 27. 1924. lo Mr. and Mrs. George Mclwin (Helen Ballard, ’18), a son, George Carrol, Jr.; January 26, 1924. Miscellaneous— During the last few months we have had many alumnae visitors. Mrs. Kennedy (Eleanor Cram, ’18), Mrs. Wade (Lucile Brown, T7), Mrs. Nathan Thomas (Harriet Walters, ’22), Charlotte Malboeuf, ’22, Muriel Withers, ’22, Hazelmary Price, ’23, Anne Wentworth, ’23, Lillian Luders, ’23, Helen Parker, ’22, Margaret Newbegin, ’23, and Plylah Fraley, ’20. Hazel 1-airservice, 21, expects to graduate from the University of Wash­ ington in June. Hylah Fraley, ’20, graduated from Mills this year after a very success­ ful college career. Jessie Smith, ’20, although she has left Reed and entered University of Washington, expects to return to Reed to graduate. Leah Rose, 22, has joined some of her Hall classmates at Mills. Mills. Alary Helen Saulding, '19, visited Frances Spaulding, '22, at Mills, a short time waslTp Je?"e’ ‘he baby tlau£Ilter of Mrs. D. L. Leonard (Hazel Haines, ’18). The t “ the Sch001 Chal>e>. March 25, 1924. assistanc^0 1,0° extenc^s to the entire Alumnae their deepest gratitude for the given by them in making the Glee Club Concert a success. �;-7. January S— The new term began and we welcomed about 20 new girls to school. January io— Isobel Johnson, Analcne Cohen, Beverley Roberts, Bernice Conglcton, Elizabeth Swank, Grace McKocwn, and Florence Volstorff chaperoned by Miss Olmstead enjoyed immensely the dancing of Pavlowa and her company. ■ January 17— Isobel Johnson, Ruth Wonacott and Miss Bassett were the guests of Henriette White at “Aida.” January 19— The Glee Club Concert was given in the Lincoln High Auditorium. About $290 was realized from the sale of the tickets. The Senior Class sold the most tickets. January 21-25— Mid-Year Examinations. January 31— The Junior Prom was held at the Portland Heights Club. Everyone had an enjoyable evening and the Juniors deserve a great deal of credit for the lovely decorations. February 5— A party, made up of Isobel Johnson, Ruth Wonacott, Mary Ray I laley, and Elizabeth Swank, heard Schumann Heink. School was dismissed at the end of the morning session, and a memorial service was held for the late President Wilson. February 12— Everyone assembled in the upper study hall, where appropriate exercises were held in memory of Abraham Lincoln. Mildred Vaughan and Ruth Wonacott read their ES55 riszi �S * l p 1? i r 40 to Mildred Vaughan as a reward for writing the best essay by any Senior in the Portland High Schools, February 22— Washington’s Birthday—holiday. March 1— The boarders held a dancing party with leap-year extras as'spccial feat­ ures. March 5— Ash Wednesday. March 21— End of the third quarter. The banner was won by the third Uppers, with an average of 89 per cent. My, haven’t we clever babies? March 27— The Senior Class was given ice cream and cake as a reward for selling the most tickets for the last Glee Club Concert. Roberta Douty received a pin for selling the greatest number of tickets. March 31— A half holiday was declared as a result of the Supreme Court Decision that the Oregon School Bill was unconstitutional. April 1— A Thanksgiving service by Bishop Sumner, was held at noon because of the Supreme Court decision. April 4— lhc preliminaries of the Oratorical Contest took place today. Five girls spoke and Idclle Egbert was given first place by the five judges. The Telegiam declared Idelle ineligible because she was a Post Graduate, and the choice fell upon Irene MacKay. April 9— I he Bishop awarded Certificates of Merit to all who participated in the 1 atorica Contest. Both Idelle Egbert and Trene MacKay gave their speeches. April 16— . lllc following day-pupils — Annie Ellen La Moree, Katharine Hart, Catherme" West, Dorothy Mielke, Maya nna Sargent, Betty Sewall, Catherine Martm, Katherine Hahn, and Nancy Chipman spent the night with the boarders. A special table uas arranged for the Seniors and after the evening study hall the Seniors entertained the other girls with a spread. April 17— ^ Maundy Thursday. The Bishop celebrated the Holy Encharist this mornApril iS— Good Friday recess. XT'] § m M �FC r "V EX: fes :■■:'•• 9 r l ;t 1| t r |i*SS 41 £5 ; April 20— All boarders were allowed to visit friends Easter Sunday afternoon and during the early hours of the evening. f.FXT April 21— The entire school attended the final contest of the Private Schools at the library. Irene MacKay was our representative and tied with the St. Mary’s Academy girl on the first and second ballots of the judges, but on the third ballot our representative was given second place X---T Miiv 9— Today the tennis finals were played. May to— Thrt Seniors were entertained by the Juniors at a very attractive lunch­ eon at rhe Waverly Country Club. The mothers of the Class Officers were guests a* the beautifully appointed tables. Mayanna Sargent, president of the Junior Class, presented Roberta Douty, president of the Senior Class, with an attractive basket of spring flowers. F,~ I ri“ ■ ff i_ >■;- ! . r.IF s i fix F: & May 17The boarders held an informal dancing party which was as usual a great success. CF.;f May 24— A memorable day for all Seniors, for on this day they were admitted as a body to the Alumnae Association. . May 2Q— Musicalc and Elementary French Play. May 30— Glee Club operetta, “The Japanese Girl.” May 31— French Play. June 1— The Bacchalaureate Sunday. The Bishop gave a sermon which touched the heart of every departing Senior. Luncheon was servec as iisua school. June 2— Plays of the lower school. June 2— The Senior Prom. June 3— Senior Breakfast. June 3— impressive and Commencement at Trinity Church. The service was \cry • though the saddest it still is and always shall be the most beautiful evenmg of the entire year. �F' f p ; •| I ' r ' ; , -' We arc pleased to acknowledge the following exchanges, but regret that all June issues will be received too late lor mention. 1 ■ i ■ i m The Satura, Si, John Baptist School, Ralston, N. J — A very interesting magazine, though the literary department is rather small, and an exchange department would add greatly to the interest of the readers. "The Coming of Dawn” in the December issue is a splendid piece of description, and the legendary poem. "Indian Pipe,” makes the little pale flower a symbol of peace to all who had not before known the legend. The editorials in the April issue are well worth reading. “What’s The Use of School?” voices everyone’s thoughts in the Spring. “Alice At the Mali Jongg Party,” is very cleverly done, and “The Lucky Penny,” good, though short. The Johannean, St. John’s School, Mountain Lakes, N. J.— An unusually clever number We congratulate you on your success in turning your magazine into poetry. Of the poetry in the Literary depare* ment ‘Enchantment” and “Stanzas from Lamartine’s Le Soir” are the best, while the Just In Fun” is the best of the departments as a whole. 1 Scroll, II ashinglon Seminary, Washington, Penn.— Both the February and the Junior numbers of The Scroll are excellent. In the February issue, the poems “For Annabel” and “Disillusionment” are clexerly done, and the author of the latter deserves special praise for the clever parody. The stories are all interesting, but the best is “The Secret of the Pine Tree.” The other departments are all well written. The “Hash” cepaitment is especially amusing in both numbers, particularly the letter of songs in the February issue. In the Junior number the whole Literary department is well organized and Pleasing. The poem “Greatness” holds a lesson which is of benefit to all, and “Moon Struck” conveys a warning to the participants of “midnight feeds.” The stories are all exceptionally good, especially “April Fool.” 1 he Blue Print, The Katharine Bransom School, San Rafael, Cal— excc ent number, full of good stories and poems. We commend cshe V . �■s -S',S' ''' MASS'S: iSCS-^Sl . - ">j:cs^- ■- sc:. S r l p 1) t r 43 pecially the poem “Geometry” as it also expresses our feelings on the subject. The other poems are also worthy of mention lhe story “Perseverance Wins Iiis Reward” is one of the best, while “Her Room” will appeal to all girls who have been in the same position, “The Moon’s Collection” is a pretty little fancy, and “Echoes From A Florist Shop” a good description. The Blue Pencil., Walnut I-Iill School, Natick, Mass.— One of the best of our exchanges this term. The editorials arc ones that all should read and note well. It is impossible to choose the best stories as they arc all equally good. Of the poems “Penalties of a Proctor” would possibly appeal the most to those who have had the same sad experience, and everyone would enjoy “During Mid-Year Week.” The sketches in the “Loose Leaves” department are clever and original, as arc the intelligence tests in the “Jokes” section. Tlie biographical sketches on the four modern poets arc in­ teresting and instructive. Our only criticism is your lack of comment on your exchanges. Aside from this, the whole magazine is splendidly gotten up, and much praise is due the staff on their success. The Colit m hi ad, Columbia L7nivcrsity, Portland, Ore.— The January number of The Columbiad is splendid. The stories are all deserving of praise, and the poetry is unusually good. The article on Lin­ coln is a concise, well written biography. The Easter number is filled with interesting stories, but the best is “Hero­ ism in Comedy” which shows what a man can do in the face of sorrow if lie has the necessary pluck. The poetry is witty and original. The Cardinal, Lincoln High School, Portland, Ore.— The Christmas number is splendid. “A Dissertation Upon the Club House Sandwich,” and an essay “Self Defense,” are unusually well written. 1 he stories and poems are also praisworthy, and special mention should be given “The C ontributor’s Club” for giving all the students a chance to sub­ mit work to the Cardinal St. Katharine’s Wheel, St. Katharine's School, Davenport, Iowa— This number has an unusually large and representative literary sec­ tion, and the stories are all well told. The most interesting is “Zoliffe Harsomerson.” “A shattered Dream,” is a lovely wistful little poem. The pri­ mary department has some promising material, and the whole magazine is intensely interesting. The Academia, St. Mary’s Academy, Portland, Ore.— The Easter number of this magazine holds some very interesting material, The poetry is both pretty and appropriate for the Easter number, The stories are excellent. “A Twilight Reverie” being the most enjoyable. The many essays are clever, and the magazine is extremely interesting. We also acknowledge the following exchanges: The Oregon Churchman The Olympus The Oregon Emerald �r kismets.?**. *r 7 ; l-r 1 te f 1 r: : * ■ ■ ten pm, -/ :.! H£j ■ iw -j i pi si ■ ! r issr-i •V.T- 1 m CAN YOU IMAGINE? Ruth Wonacott as an understudy to Pavlowa ? Nancy Carpenter as a school teacher? Dorothy Statter as an accompanist to Mary Garden? Virginia Zan winning a first testimonial ? Certain Sophomores sweet, simple and girlish ? Elizabeth Bradley a yell leader? Boistrous School proms ? The Seniors dignified? Class dues paid on time ? Lessons on the sofa? Matilda Bowman a physical education teacher? Marjorie Pittock a second Patrick Henry? Mary Ray Fraley as a French teacher? Quick and orderly fire drills? Delphic published on time? Catherine West as Annette Kellerman ? The Hall entering a track meet? Edna Ellen with her hair bobbed? =£3 EC3 OPAL WHITELY i . is in skool so 1 Sot two rite, what mi teecher calls, an essay on rat'/. is \ar\ good fur kaiz to eat that is if they have a big apetight, bot it I j. ei ^lrfe to° ^ a katz stumach. These anyimils is vary litel they ^ °J fCCt f° ] s'ss zay must has twety toes. I know they has long tales is p-mi °U?< p,cce a one ’n m* trapp other dae an it was long nuff. They desk VnrlT/ l-iey Skai.e people Preety bad i giss cause i put one in teechers one nrvo 1C.Jllmpecl nte on top of her desk O! yes, i fergit to say, they has one noze, to lze, and a squeek. ■ 5*1 £:] ;■; a C i : - 1 r Beneta Buchtell, 27. . •• r- y v.. �■'■'f-IS- [ ■■■■ ■■ ' '| ra 3 £ 1 p It i r m 45 “ENGLISH” K. Hahn—“So they got between the Indians and their arms.” Pretty close quarters we’d say. C. Martin—“Father and I were chasing a dog, and we got in the kennel” ■ N. Carpenter—“Cooper’s women are esipid.” Miss W—“Scott did not care for women as Cooper did. American.” f :S: Cooper was an ! J. Rosenblatt—“The dog who barked was little.” Miss W—“What part of that sentence can stand alone?” J. Rosenblatt—“The Dog.” I PC.l M. Mecklan—“We were having a snow ball fight, and as it grew dark some of them left.” (We knew snow-balls didn’t like heat, but didn’t know they were afraid of the dark) I : r P N. Chipntan—(Describing Jerry Cruncher) “His face was freckled with prom­ inent cheek bones.” L r^v Teacher—“What arc the principle parts of come?” English Student—“Come, came, went.” K. Hahn—“Hawkcye and Uncas used all the powder they had.” We knew Indians used paint but did the}'’ tone it down with powder? HISTORY K. Hart—“The Americans were such true shots that the English could not stand up.” PHYSICS What’s the definition of work? Fright Student—“The Delphic.” i ->— GEOMETRY Mrs. L.—“But Catherine, you haven’t given me any proof for this theorem. C- Martin—“Oh, was I supposed to? It said in the book ‘for the STUDENT to supply the proof.’ ” MISCELLANEOUS Miss Intellig cnce — “Will someone please tell me where the Lives of the Early Saints are?” Yes indeed, we are curious too! ,w l&i -■ j 'm J --J �d mi m -! t-! 46 3 i? Ip l? 11 Who can tell me how Mohammed died ? Another Miss Intelligence—"Oh, he had ‘eucalyptus’ fits,” ^•■1 s?\ ■i «L ■ Lost—A black fountain pen with a silver clasp on the way to the store. Well really-----Would the world come to an end if— Muriel Barde sal up straight a whole period? Grace McKcown never interrupted any one? Katherine Hahn never wanted to argue? Marjorie Mariner never heard from Corvallis? Nancy Bonham wasn’t absent for a week ? Beverley Roberts never said, “I don’t know?” Catherine Martin and Mayanna Sargent never talked in class? Margaret Johnson never offered any advice? Marie Mecklem ever stayed subdued for fifteen minutes? Mary Louise Zan ever wore a barret? Marie Haines came to school on time? Annie Ellen La Moree slopped smiling? Cornelia Ireland answered “unprepared”? Bernice Congleton never giggled? Vivian Sandstrom wore a short skirt? Margaret Brandes and Elizabeth Martin quarreled? �T~'v-r ! ! ; M We Ask You To Patronize Our Advertisers r-.v. ■ - •• *—*r css ter&m ? • •• ETA EAri t rv-: P f HA bAA 500 ELEIDNER BUILDING Broadway 1545 STUDIO CLASS PHOTOGRAPHER, 1924 Portraits of Character With Impressionistic Beauty HENRY W. JACOBS Artist i ■n« .ii—• �MMagi r 95* Mfflseassaasffisss r * tei ! 1 i i i i A I n ‘ I 1 The Proper Gift i V For Graduation Hio can be found in some one of our departments. ; i « The always appropriate gift and the one suitable to all tastes. k. E : I i I z \ iI ! 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JOHNSON PIANO CO. 149 Sixth — Between Alder and Morrison Parkers Market Prime Meats Only 169 FOURTH STREET MAIN 0989 - THE - / IRWIN-HODSON JOCELYN FOULKES PIANO COMPANY —Instructed in Leschetizky principles by Malevine Bree in Vienna — PRINTERS STATIONERS —Coached in Modern Music and Inter­ pretation with Percy Grainger, of Chicago. s Rubber Stamps PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS 387 WASHINGTON STREET Pittock Block L_. ! i ! : -III ►•I- •II- m* •ii« •«- »n« •H- •ii- __ J �For Those Who Want Only the Best Rue de la Paix Chocolates ! V) A good book, a warm, cozy fire, and a box of Rue de la Paix — what more could be asked? —THEY’RE MADE IN OUR OWN CANDY KITCHEN i ! ! ! : i 1 I i fe <&>6o. ' C/ 'Merchandise of*CS Merit Only 1 ! I i ! ! i ! Complimentary l 3 - A ��� Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Oregon Episcopal School Yearbooks Description An account of the resource This is a collection of yearbooks from the Oregon Episcopal School (OES). The bulk of the yearbooks are from St. Helen's Hall, with yearbooks also from the Junior College as well as Bishop Dagwell Hall. The title for the OES yearbook evolved from The Delphic to The Legend-Delphic. The title for the Junior College Yearbook was The Scintilla. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Oregon Episcopal School Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Oregon Episcopal School Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1921-1923; 1931-1995 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource All rights are reserved by Oregon Episcopal School. Language A language of the resource English Type The nature or genre of the resource Yearbooks Conforms To An established standard to which the described resource conforms. Describing Archives: A Content Standard (DACS) Extent The size or duration of the resource. 85 Medium The material or physical carrier of the resource. bound volumes Subject The topic of the resource Students Junior colleges Junior college students High school student activities Student activities Student publications Teachers Text A resource consisting primarily of words for reading. Examples include books, letters, dissertations, poems, newspapers, articles, archives of mailing lists. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre Text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Extent The size or duration of the resource. 1 Medium The material or physical carrier of the resource. bound volume Title A name given to the resource The Delphic - Commencement 1924 Subject The topic of the resource School yearbooks Students Student activities Student publications Teachers Description An account of the resource This is one of the oldest OES yearbooks, dated 1924. The yearbooks were published annually after 1925. Yearbooks from 1921-1968 were known as The Delphic and were created by St. Helen's Hall students attending in their high school years. St. Helen's Hall was an all-girls school that pre-dated Oregon Episcopal School. In 1969, the yearbook evolved into The Legend-Delphic with the addition of Bishop Dagwell Hall and male student attendees. After 1986 the yearbook branding begins to singularly list "OES" with a few volumes referencing "The Delphic" or "The Legend Delphic". Yearbooks helped to chronicle the school year's events and activities, in addition to listing each student and staff member. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Oregon Episcopal School Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1924 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource All rights are reserved by Oregon Episcopal School. Language A language of the resource English Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context oes_delphic_commencement1924-compressed.pdf School yearbooks; Students; Student activities; Student publications; Teachers