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CLAIR [MARGARET BRANDES \ HELEN PETERS (ELIZABETH MARTIN �- Page Editorials 17 Literary 19 Kalendar 37 Music and Entertainment 40 Old Girl Notes 41 Exchanges 43 Athletics 44 Jokes 45 Advertisements 47 I : ■ ! i i �The Delphic is published twice during the school year. All students should subscribe. Literary communications should be addressed to the Editor-in-Chief; business letters and subscriptions to the Business Manager. Subscriptions, $1.00 a year. Volume 26 JUNE, 1926 Number 6 I r �■ 8 1 ay*s % V . DELPHIC Helen Abbott “Often bashful looks conceal Tongue of fire and heart of steel” President of Student Council Delphic Staff Second Testimonial ’25 May Belle Allen “The light that lies in woman’s eyes” Treasurer of Class Student Council Delphic Staff President ’25-’26, Glee Club ’24-’25 French Play ’25 Basketball Elizabeth Allyn “Those graceful acts, Those thousand decencies that daily flow From all her words and actions” Student Council Delphic Staff Expression Play ’26 Basketball Muriel Barde “An eye like Mars, to threaten and command” Delphic Staff Glee Club ’22-’23-’24-’25 Basketball Nancy Bonham “The poet’s darling” Glee Club ’25-’26 French Play ’25 v �DELPHIC Margaret Brandes “Hers are ways of pleasantness” Delphic Staff Glee Club ’25-’26 Nancy Carpenter “A thing of beauty is a joy forever” Glee Club ’25-’26 Nancy Chipman “The social smile, the sympathetic tear” Vice-President of Class Delphic Staff French Play ’23-’24-’25 Student Council Basketball Virginia Coke “A little nonsense now and then Is relished by the wisest men” Glee Club ’24-’25 Bernice Congleton “Laugh and the world laughs with you” Delphic Staff 9 �i DELPHIC Caulean Creath “She nothing common did, or mean” Helen Dunn “Frank as rain on cherry blossoms” Basketball Mildred Gibson “She was kindness and thoughtful­ ness itself” Glee Club ’24-’25 Expression Play ’26 Margaret Hall “Brevity is the soul of wit” Expression Play ’26 Ardelia Haradon “Candor is the seal of a noble mind —the sweetest charm of woman ’ Vice-President of Student Council Delphic Staff Glee Club French Play ’25 ' 51 ! I B 1 ! i \ �BHg£55 DELPHIC 11 Helen Hembree “A tender heart, a will inflexible’’ Delphic Staff Expression Play ’26 Second Testimonial Phyllis Henningson “Mistress of herself though China fall” Secretary of Class Delphic Staff Student Council Mari louse Hosch “Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety” Glee Club ’25-’2G Cornelia Ireland “Whose little body lodged a mighty mind” Delphic Staff First Testimonial ’25 Scholarship for Senior Year Dorothy Lawrence “Worry and I have never met” . ' . �5 P H I C Elizabeth Martin “Noble by heritage Generous and free” Delphic Staff Student Council Captain Basketball Team Dorothy Mautz “Worth, courage, honor, these indeed Your sustenance and birthright are” President of Class Editor-in-Chief of Delphic Student Council French Play ’25-’26 English Play ’25 First Testimonial ’25 Margaret McCall “Patience, my lord; why ’tis the soul of peace; Of all the virtues ’tis nearest kin to Heaven” Glee Club Delphic Staff Second Prize All-Oregon Essay Con­ test Fourth Prize Beekman Historical Essay Contest Elizabeth McIntosh “ ’Tis well to be merry and wise ’Tis well to be honest and true” Expression Play ’26 Katherine Moore “Sober, steadfast and demure” Glee Club ’24-’25 Expression Play ’26 �■ DELPHIC Betty Parry “For what I will I will and there’s an end” Delphic Staff Helen Peters “Why can’t I look profounder, graver, wearier, My great career would grow so much careerier” Delphic Staff Student Council Glee Club ’23-’24, ’24-’26 Basketball Naida Plummer “We all like her; we just can’t help it” Glee Club ’25-’26 Eleanor Poorman “As merry as the day is long” Delphic Staff Student Council Expression Play ’26 First prize for Oregon in American Chemical Society Essay Contest First Testimonial ’25 Mary Mildred Reynolds “On with the dance! Let joy be unconfined” Glee Club Secretary ’25-’26 ___ ...........................I 13 �14 DELPHIC 1 Dorothy Sandstrom “The mildest manners and the gentlest heart” Glee Club ’25-’26 Vivian Sandstrom “Wit, now and then, struck smartly, shows a spark” Glee Club ’24-’25 Yell Leader Elizabeth St. Clair “Mirror of all courtesy” Delphic Staff Expression Play ’26 Student Council Glee Club ’24-*25 Dorothy Sellwood “Of lovely form and lovely mind” Glee Club ’24-’25-’26 Julia Smith “Happy I am; from care I’m free Why aren’t all contented like me” Glee Club �DELPHIC Marian Statter “It’s nice to be natural when you’re naturally nice” Glee Club Assistant Business Man­ ager ’25-’26 Helen Spencer “The glass of fashion, and the mold of form, The observed of all observers” Delphic Staff Glee Club Vice-President ’24-’25-’26 Isabel Starr “She is pretty to walk with and witty to talk with” Delphic Staff Elaine Strowbridge “Gentle of speech, beneficent of mind” Glee Club ’25-’26 Expression Play ’26 Dorothy Taylor “Her voice ever soft, gentle and low, an excellent thing in woman” Glee Club ’24-’25 15 �le and trip it as you go on the ?ht fantastic toe” Club '22-’23 :h Play ’26 Prize All Oregon Essay Contest >r Williams , sweet and honest, a lovely ;s is she” abundance of all that is charmyj �“Vincit Qui se Vincit” In everyone’s life there is always a battle of some kind. There must be or life would lose its zest. But the greatest battle, the hardest battle, is to conquer oneself. “Vincit Qui se Vincit”—“He conquers who con­ quers himself”—after a hard battle, but never an egotistic one. There is not much ego left when this victory is won because in its achievement a person comes to know himself too well to have much conceit remaining to him. This battle truly won makes a person humble. He realizes that he is not the “king-pin” or “lord of creation” he thought he was but merely a man who must fight his battles as every one of us must. A violent temper, a selfish disposition, and pettiness go hand in hand. Suppose, for example, a man has a violent temper; someone wishes to approach him on a matter of importance. He is warned that the man may be in a bad mood, therefore be careful. Now, why should everyone suffer because one man has not conquered himself ? He is selfish in giving way to the violent temper because others dare not approach him on matters where he might be of assistance, and petty because he is too small to see how selfish his disposition is. Again, if under insult a man manages to refrain from retort he has won a two-fold battle: that with himself, and the satisfaction of knowing that the insulter’s words were wasted. Further, he has obeyed the com­ mand: “Whosoever shall smite thee on thy right cheek, turn to him the other also.” If we only realized and lived by the great teachings of Him who died for us, we would conquer ourselves because we would see our �18 DELPHIC insignificance and that our pettiness is really after all hurting us more than anyone else. So—“Vincit Qui se Vincit ” Let it be our motto through life to abide by, and we will come out victorious and better women in the end. Betty Parry, ’26. The Deficiency List “There’s a Destiny which shapes our ends rough-hew them how we will,” might well be applied to the Deficiency List—There’s a Deficiency List which shapes our Friday afternoons, plan them how we will. How we dread it—that List! And yet it really is a great blessing—mayhap in dis­ guise, but still a blessing. When it was first instituted nearly the whole school appeared in its columns. Then, when the announcement was made that everyone so appearing would “do time” on Friday afternoon, a general gloom pervaded the school and the Friday afternoon sessions were large. But now its numbers have decreased considerably. It is sink or swim and most of us prefer to swim. It shows just what is really in us; that a little effort is all that is really necessary. That List has shown most of us up for what we really are, namely: Lazy. Oh, I know it is an ugly word! And the truth sometimes hurts, but nevertheless it is the truth. And when we are toiling in the study hall on that very Friday afternoon, for which we have planned something entirely different, we make a firm resolve to keep off that List in the future. And you know the funny part of it is that we actually succeed. Betty Parry, ’26. �___ 19 History of the Class of 1926 This is the story of a voyage of the good ship St. Helen s Hall, This vessel makes many voyages, all of them interesting, but our story concerns this particular journey and above all the crew. First, however, 1 must explain about the journey. The Hall, as she is called, starts from the port of Kindergarten and sails down the long river of Study to the port of Graduation, from which one sails out onto the broad Sea of Life. The Hall stops at various ports along the way, all of which are numbered, where it takes on sailors. The voyages are attended with much danger and difficulty, but with perseverance and application to work one may win through. On this one journey have been many sailors, but I shall only tell about those who have managed to remain until the port of Graduation has been reached. I embarked from the port numbered 1915. My companions at that time were many, but of them none is left. But at the port of January, 1920, which is midway between those of 1919 and 1920, we took on a sailor who is now with us, Phyllis Henningsen. Our next stop, at 1920. brought us May Belle Allen, now purser on the ship, and Elizabeth St. Clair; and at 1921 Betty Allyn and Elaine Strowbridge joined us. From January, 1922, came Dorothy Mautz, now our most noble capatin. At the next stop, 1922, our number was almost doubled. Those who helped swell our meagre numbers were Nancy Bonham, Nancy Car­ penter, Bernice Congleton, Helen Dunn, Ardelia Haradon, Cornelia Ire­ land, Helen Peters, Betty Parry, Mary Mildred Reynolds, Helen Spencer, Dorothy Sellwood, and Catherine Van Schuyver. �20 DELPHIC There were then nineteen of us to carry on, but it was not our fate to be left such a small company, for at January, 1923, there were added to us six more—Muriel Barde, Elizabeth Martin, Eleanor Poorman, Isabel Starr, Marian Statter and Eleanor Williams, making a total of twentyfive! We considered ourselves almost the largest crew list of all the Hall’s voyages. The record list was thirty. We certainly had to establish a new record, so at 1923 we annexed Betsy Abbott, Margaret Brandes, Virginia Coke, Beth McIntosh, Naida Plummer, Dorothy Sandstrom, Julia Smith, Vivian Sandstrom, Dorothy Taylor, and Maria Wilson. The total was now thirty-five. Maybe the margin was too small and we perhaps thought that we must set a record which could not be equalled for many years, but at any rate, when we came to 1924, we added to our number Margaret Hall, Mary Louise Hosch, Mildred Gibson, Dorothy Lawrence, Katherine Moore, Margaret McCall, and Helen Hembree. Then from January, 1925, came Caulean Creath. This brought the grand total up to forty-three, a record which it will take a great many years to equal, much less surpass. The voyage itself was by no means dull, for beside the work, there were many amusements and entertainments to be had. There were some strenuous times, such as the icebergs of mid-year exams, through which we had to maneuver around Christmas time, and in the summer the black fogs of final Exams. Despite these few difficulties the journey was very pleasant, and we shall all be sorry to have to leave to make room for the next crew. Not only have we been known for our large number, but many of our crew have gained fame for us in various ways. Cornelia Ireland won a scholarship for the highest average in the Entrance Exams for the S. S. College, the next ship in which she sails. Margaret McCall won second prize in the All-Oregon Essay Contest, and fourth in the C. C. Beeckman Historical Essay Contest. Catherine Van Schuyver won first in the latter contest, and Eleanor Poorman won first prize for her essay for the American Chemical Society. The whole crew won the highest average for 1925-26. In sports, Elizabeth Martin was captain of the basketball team comprised of the best members of all the crews. Though we shall soon be parted, let us hope that our fellow sailors will ever help to carry on the traditions and high standings which we so enjoyed while on the good ship St. Helen’s Hall. Nancy Chipman, ’26. �DELPHIC 21 Class Will I, Betsy Abbott, leave my position as President of the Student Council to anyone who wants it. (Don’t all speak at once.) I, May Belle Allen, leave my efficiency in geometry to “Connie” Green. I, Betty Allen, do bequeath my enthusiasm for sports to Doris Wade. I, Muriel Barde, do bequeath my habit of borrowing to Lucile Bowman. I, Nancy Bonham, will my auburn hair to Mavis Hedburg. I, Margaret Brandes, leave my powers to suppress a giggle to Mary Helen Carr. I, Nancy Carpenter, leave my dark beauty to June Clancy. I, Nancy Chipman, will my athletic ability to Barbara Clarke. I, Virginia Coke, leave my un-senior-like giggles to Mary Simmonds. I, Bernice Congleton, will my efficiency to do geometry to Imogen Wentworth. I, Caulean Creath, bequeath my seat in the study hall to any ambitious Junior who desires it. I. Helen Dunn, will and bequeath my shingle to Mary Elizabeth Wheeler. I, Mildred Gibson, leave my clear voice to those who sing in chapel. I, Margaret Hall, leave my gift of asking questions to Deborah Ball. I, Ardelia Haradon, leave my dry wit to Jane Ladd. I, Betty Perry, leave my literary ability to Eviline Hall. I, Helen Peters, bestow my gift for collecting money to all Juniors on future committees. I, Eleanor Poorman, do bequeath my happy disposition to Blanche Coe. I, Eeanor Poorman, do bequeath my dimples and smile to Blanche Coe. I, M. M. Reynolds, leave my extraordinary height to “Libby" Zan. I, Vivian Sandstrom, leave my pep to Rosamond Strieker. I, Elizabeth St. Clair, bequeath my inability to stop talking in study hall to Helen Hyde. I, Dorothy Sellwood, bequeath my golden locks to Esther Kaser. I, Julia Smith, will my good nature to Frances James. I, Helen Spencer, bestow my stateliness on Helen Adelsperger. I, Helen Hembree, leave my talent for elocution to Margaret Johnson. I, Phyllis Henningsen, will Marjorie to the school. I, Marilouise Hosch, leave my fiery temperament to Susan Sargent. I, Cornelia Ireland, leave my horsemanship to Serena Morrison. I, Dorothy Lawrence, leave my school girl complexion to Helen Loomis. I, Elizabeth Martin, leave my athletic ability to Marjorie Holman. I, Margaret McCall, leave my gift of winning prizes to Frances Loomis. I, Eiizabeth McIntosh, bequeath my grace on the tennis court to Kath­ leen Jayne. I. Katharine Moore, leave my unassuming manner to Dorothy Cannon. I, Isabel Starr, leave my crowning glory to Esther Scarborough. �22 DELPHIC I, Marion Statter, leave my lengthy locks to future growers of bobbed hair. I, Elaine Strowbridge, do hereby bequeath my even disposition to Mary Alice Meyer. I, Dorothy Taylor, will my quiet demeanor to Katherine James. I, Maria Wilson, leave my leather coat to the boarding department. I, Eleanor Williams, leave my talent for drawing to Jane Cullers. I, Dorothy Mautz, bequeath my ability to get there on time to Ardella Sweek. I, Dorothy Sandstrom, will my winning ways to Mary Louise Zan. I, Catherine Van Schuyver, bequeath my love of the dance to Madelon Brodie. We, the members of the Class of 1926, leave the Physics Laboratory Equipment to the School. Signed: Catherine Van Schuyver. Witnessed: Dorothy Mautz. Cornelia Ireland. *» St. Helen’s Hall, we’re leaving, And our ways are far apart, But the memory of our school days Goes with us deep in our hearts. Our sorrows and our joyous days, We have them one and all, For no matter what they were to us Now they’re memories of the Hall. And when in years to come we see The^old school again, You 11 hear us singing in our hearts Our school song’s glad refrain— Lift the banner, float it onward, sing we one and all— Hail St. Helen’s Hall.” MURIEL BARDE, ’26. �. I....il'L'V DELPHIC 23 Class Prophecy I sat before the fire vainly endeavoring to read futures in the glowing embers. As the clock struck a shockingly late hour I broke off abruptly and, feeling a bit hungry after such a great mental strain, decided to investigate the pantry before “turning in’’. The result of the investigation was a piece of pie. Need I say more? I had given the maker of dreams material enough to keep me busy for the night. I fell, down, down, down, a whirl of voices and colors all about me, until I stood before a big square building painted red, white and blue; over it winked and blinked an electric sign in glowing colors. I read: The House of Forty-three Futures.” Vaguely I remembered that this was the number of the class of 1926, so being possessed of a strong feminine curiosity I entered the portals of the red, white and blue striped building, which were opened by two red, white and blue cockatoos, screaming loudly. Inside there seemed to be everything and yet nothing. I could concen­ trate on no one object. So I stood quite still and said: “Tilly had a tiger”—that famous nursery rhyme—backwards. Ah! Everything became quite clear! In front of me was a huge candy jar guarded by a cockatoo. I drew a step nearer and saw a little shelf nearby, which had a heap of pennies on it. I counted Forty-three! By the way, these pennies were quite unusual. Instead of the head of Lincoln or an Indian there was a cockatoo on each penny. The cockatoo began to flap his wings in great agitation and finally he screeched: “Cross my wing with copper; cross my wing with copper?” Repeating that other famous nursery rhyme backwards, “Big Bill Sat in the Middle of the Room Eating Pancakes”, I crossed his “wing with copper”. “Betsy Abbott!” screamed the cockatoo, handing me a huge conversa­ tion candy from out of the jar. In lovely pink letters I read. “Chairman Town Council, famous for edict banning the use of red pocket handker­ chiefs by mayors”. “Hm-m! What an unusual edict, quite original,” thought I, munching pensively as I tendered another penny. “Virginia Coke, international golf champion, now playing tournament against the King of Siam’s daughter.” Virginia always was an ardent golfer and, with every wish for her success, I handed over another penny to the cockatoo (with whom I was now on such familiar terms that I called him Ptolemy Seleucus) and received a candy in the shape of a book with the following inscribed upon it: “Founder of the College for the Solution of Unsolvable Geometrical Propositions”. “Dear old May Belle,” I thought. “Wasn’t that her generous nature? Always helping others.” �V. 24 DELPHIC Another penny—“Elizabeth Allyn, basketball coach for the natives of Patagonia." Elizabeth had always been enthusiastic along that line, and I was not surprised at her profession. Next I thoughtfully consumed the fact that Muriel Barde had become the author of “Snappy French Conversations With Those Who Know the Language”. They were all becoming so very interesting that I bought the next future with growing curiosity. Ptolemy Seleucus, noticing my eagerness, jammed a candy ball way down my throat. “Really, Ptolly, it isn’t necessary to choke me,” said I gulping down the fact that Nancy Bonham had become poet-laureate to Her Majesty Queen Marie of Ptomania. The cockatoo limply handed me Margaret Brandes’ future. “Oh, you go from one extreme to the other,” said I crossly, and digested the fol­ lowing: “Assistant chauffeur to the Milkem and Churnem Creameries.” Nancy Carpenter came next, a leading motion picture star of Tanglewood, now playing in “Six Sharps and One Flat”. Nancy Chipman had become equestrian understudy to the Prince of Wales, and Caulean Creath was famous for her book of travel, “Around the World in Three Million Seconds”. By this time I had lost my awe of Ptolemy Seleucus so I gave him all but one penny, which I put in my shoe for Future use. Immediately a deluge of candies descended upon me, and the next thing I knew I was listening in on a radio. The announcer was from station SOS in Borneo and I had no difficulty in recognizing Helen Dunn’s voice (it had ever been powerful). “The Duchess of Mowbray will talk on the subject of I remembered ‘Fifty different ways of entering a ballroom correctly, that Catherine Van Schuyver had married the Duke of Mowbray and was famous for her work in world culture. Next I turned in on Dover to get the report of the Channel contest and learned that Mildred Gibson, the first of her sex to accomplish the swimming of the English Channel, had just stepped out of the water on the French side. I had hardly received this thrilling news than my eye was caught by a magazine lying on the floor. I picked it up—the title was “Jokes to Make the English Laugh”, Haradon and Spencer publishers. After reading a few I suddenly felt as if I must travel. So, snatching up a banana, a pair of binoculars, and a teapot I rushed downstairs and out to the sleigh waiting in the street below. We drove over hill and dale, across rivers and mountains, and it kept getting colder and colder until I finally cited a barber pole (not one of these modern things, but a good old-fashioned one) sticking up in the middle of the ice. “Ah! The North Pole!” Scarcely had I uttered these words than the sleigh stopped and I got out, attracted by the sound of music to the tiny igloo at the foot of the Pole. As I entered the door an Eskimo gave me a program and ushered me to a seat. The music was strange and haunting. I felt that I should know the conductor of the orchestra, although I could not see her face. But, } )» �IP DELPHIC BMHHi 25 glancing at my program, I discovered that Bercie Congleton traveled over the globe giving symphony concerts for the betterment of the heathen. As soon as I had eaten the banana the music stopped and Bercie came to meet me. We had scarcely greeted each other with the old St. Helen’s Hall countersign than a whining sound was heard outside. “Quick!” cried Bercie, “or we’ll be too late! Taylor, the great dare-devil stunt performer, is about to land.’’ We rushed out of the igloo just in time to see Dorothy Taylor land with a pirouette on the top of the Pole. Our joy at seeing her was as great as our surprise at her profession. But she seemed quite unconcerned about it. After a few reminiscences Dorothy and I said goodby to Bercie and climbed into the waiting air­ plane. As the plane rose in the air we settled down to a good gossip over the past, the present and^no, we let the future alone (it’s much the safest, anyway). In her travels over the globe performing stunts Dorothy had met many of the Old Girls. Dorothy Sellwood had become Mrs. Simon Fitz-Simmons, and she ran an advice-to-girls column in the Daily News. The key­ note of her remarks was “Never be sure of your husband until you’ve got him”. This astonishing piece of news almost took my breath away and Dorothy thrust a bottle of Strowbridge & Henningsen Smelling Salts under my nose (they also carry an odorless perfume). “Oh, do tell me more,” I begged. “Well, Helen Peters and Elizabeth Martin are now running a school for young ladies. They give special courses in dieting and becoming beautiful and have already done a noble work. “And Naida Plummer? Surely you remember her optical illusions?” “Yes, very well indeed,” I murmured. “She’s opened an optical shop called ‘Specs’ and they say she’s quite well to do.” “But, my dear, I must tell you the best. Katherine Moore, Helen Hembree and Dorothy Lawrence have all become famous lecturers and are willing to talk on any subject for the nominal sum of one dollar an hour.” “Why, how every original. Are they successful?” “Oh, extremely so, but I hear they have put the price up. People wanted such foolish speeches delivered. Well, I must leave you now. I’m due to land on the Tower of Babel.” I took up my binoculars and gazed on the scene below, I saw a university stretched out before me and ordered the pilot to descend. Step­ ping out onto the campus I encountered two capped and gowned pro­ fessors strolling alone, enjoying the quiet (the students were attending a football game). They proved to be two more old friends—Dorothy Mautz, professor of Philosophy, and Vivian Sandstrom, professor of the Nervous System. (I remembered reading her book on “The Best Means of Going Without Sleep.” Most interesting!) �26 DELPHIC As I was ever on the watch for the messages of famous people to the world I handed Professor Miautz a candy and asked for hers. “Tell them that Socrates was quite right when he said ‘know thyself’ but it’s just as well to know the other fellow when dealing in such practical things as Fords and eggbeaters.” “And you, professor?” said I turning to Vivian with the usual countersign. “The best way to keep awake is to avoid reading my book on the subject. I know that I have found it useful.” After jotting down this data, I turned the conversation into more pleasant channels, that of speaking of old acquaintances (you may have noticed my fondness for the topic e’er this). “Have you seen Margaret McCall lately? I heard that she had adopted a profession.” “Oh, yes, indeed. She’s instructor in the art of playing jazz success­ fully, and really she bids fair to top her profession.” “And Marilouise Hosch and Julia Smith? What are they doing?” “Oh, Julia is running a kindergarten and Marilouse paints the most unique designs on pots and pans. Really, I never saw anything quite so clever. They make very lovely wedding presents.” “Don’t forget to tell her about Isabel Starr, Elizabeth St. Clair and Marion Statter,” interrupted Vivian. I m just coming to them, but first I must have another conversation candy if I’m to keep on conversing. Thank you! Well, they studied missionary work and as missionaries to the South Sea Islands have substituted the Charleston for the Hula-Hula dance, and Mary Mildred Reynolds is house mother at the eta-piece-a-pie sorority.” r , 9°me’ ^ot5 we must hurry. I’m due now for a class. You know I tind the seniors even more stupid than the freshmen.” And they hurried off. / St!°bed along looking into the shop windows until I came to a queer little p ace with a shingle over the door reading, “Fountain Pens Cared r . In gieat curiosity I entered and was greeted by a chorus of “hush” thf cl/,cumstances> found that this was a fountain pen hosnitpl tahle and th th °Ct0r ^ana Wilson now had a patient on the operating again.and Utm°St qU16t W°uld be aPPreciated. So I tiptoed out a GrandC°Camnf'hatr ev<Tnt was going on in the little town, namely, *“ Eie'nor p°™,n b™! She had previously been made a princess by the Cherokee Indians. never^do m^eavp^h^0111 oUt S*X meml3ers °f the class and it would UMO Eleanor6^ SeT er fCll^t ** ^ “d TJ Tell me, what has become of Cornelia iSand conversat‘°" cand’eS' and Betty Parry?” �m DELPHIC 27 Promptly came the answer. For in spite of her position she was still the same unsophisticated Eleanor ready to do a good turn. ‘Connie, true to her name, has gone over to Ireland and settled the Irish question at last by asking so many questions that the Irish couldn’t answer them all. Betty has invented a hair tonic guaranteed to grow hair any length desired.” “And Beth McIntosh, Margaret Hall, and Dorothy Sandstrom?’ I asked, eating candy all the while. “Beth has made a literal translation of Caesar and Margaret is secre­ tary to the Lord Mayor of Glasgow and Dorothy has opened a photog­ rapher’s studio; she specializes in ‘Speaking Likenesses’. I was about to ask about the last Member, but I found “And myself confronted with the candy jar again. I took the last penny out of my shoe and handed it to Ptolemy Seleucus, an exhausted bird, who handed me the last candy. I read the Fortune of the Forty-third Member of the Class of 1926. “Eleanor Williams, architect for the restoration of the Parthenon, in her spare time dances in the Twist-a-Lot Follies.” I looked up at the hoard of pennies which that avaricious bird Ptolemy Seleucus was counting with such glee. Having finished, he began to drop them on my head. “You are annoying,” said 1 crossly as I put my hand to my face. It was wet: “Funny,” 1 thought. “It wasn’t raining a minute ago.” “No, it’s not raining, but it’s 7:45 and you’ll be late if you don t hurry.” With a start I came back from the land of Futures. (A wet sponge was responsible for my return.) At the breakfast table Mother said: “What were you talking about in your sleep last night?” “Oh, I heard her, too. She said something about Ptolemy Seleucus; whoever he is,” chimed in little sister. Yea, verily I had dreamed a dream. Betty Parry, ’26. **■ Just to be living—anywhere— Breathing the sweetness of springtime air. Oh, it is wonderful just to live In a world so wondrous fair! The woodlands echo the voice of God; See, He smiles from the flower-strewn sod. Ah, who’d crave Heav’n which death may bring, Who dwells in Heaven—on earth—in spring. —HELEN GRAY GATENS, ’27. �28 DELPHIC Mrs. Samuel Johnson One afternoon Mr. Samuel Johnson tapped over the cobblestones of a narrow London street until he arrived at a certain well-known door He had reached the house of Mrs. Elizabeth Porter, the lady of his affec­ tions. One rap administered by his cane awakened no response from within. A fiercer knock was inefficient. Then he lifted his stout stick for a tremendous onslaught upon the panels; when the door opened and Mrs. Porter thrust out her vain, artificial face topped with a mass of curled hair. Don t hit me, Samuel!” she cried, raising one fat arm as she saw his formidable attitude. Johnson put down his cane and greeted her affec­ tionately as he entered the house. In the “sitting-room” of the old English dwelling the friends engaged in conversation. The widow openly admired Johnson s witticisms. She was a short, stout woman, wearing a red dress with a bright green shawl thrown over her shoulders. Certainly her taste was f poor. Her„ manners were unnatural. Indeed she affected the airs ot the gentry, and her attempts were ludicrous enough. Like a hippo­ potamus imitating an antelope she rose from her chair and walked toward the door. •‘Samuel,” she entreated tenderly, “You’ll be staying for tea?’ Aye, said that gallant, in eager anticipation of food The table was soon *ai(L and before Johnson’s eyes appeared a huge meat pie, which, Mrs. Porter assured him, had been prepared by her own hands especially for this occasion. Perhaps it was not a proper dish for afternoon tea, but the widow was well acquainted with her quest’s rapacious appetite, and had tried to satisfy it. „ .L'8 tme that !Mrs' Porter was a coarse woman, but then Johnson was and lln,an; 50 e tW0 rre we,|-matched- Johnson’s uncouth manners and appearance prevented his marriage to a woman of fashion - so Mrs dim e;erS " eXCeUent SUbStimte' She appeared wonderful tohfe Cllf!0w’ ,;vhether Porter obtained and retained Johnson’s love by h eTs a eydTao,ndg ^ ‘ cannot ^ by some means Son ,0™ eni or S C "" '°Ved »<- Margaret McCall, ’26. .**■ The Ocean three fourthToftrictly speaking, is a great mass of salt water which covers forth or 1 § C’ °PVer Wh,Ch great ocean shiPs ^rry back and Sest wond.r/ f[0m 8,1 °ver the world* one of Cod’s striking example of huUnlempe'ramemf 'S At dusk, it seems to be eXpreSsion’ 0r rather’ 3 happy lover wooing the grey-white gulls that �DELPHIC 29 hover over its surface, but now and then go darting up into the beautifullyhued sky, as if trying to revel in its flower-like coloring. Yet, at dawn this creation cares nothing for the gulls, but seems only to enjoy looking at the blue sky and bobbing its white caps impudently at the gulls. The ocean’s most striking example of a human’s temperament is its great tempers and selfishnesses, which are aroused when it, having been whirled into a frenzy by a gale of wind and rain, dashes against the rocks that line the shore. Like a human being, it has enemies, the rocks, and in its desire to conquer them loses sight of all things but this accomplish­ ment. It is then quite merciless and selfish, being wrapped up in the one motive of dashing to pieces the rocks that guard the shore. It tosses about the veritable toy ships, disgusted with the idea that anything made by man should even attempt to cross its waters. Again it expresses a more beautiful side to human nature, for the next day it is quite repentant for its previous actions and tries to make itself as beautiful to the universe as possible, and it succeeds well. Margaret Hall, ’26. .**An Embarrassing Mistake It has often been said that people make mistakes in the simplest of matters and I believe that to be the case in my instance. I went to the grocery store one afternoon, and just as I was coming out through the door I met a neighbor of ours. He asked me if I was ready to go home; I told him that I was, so he told me to go over and get into his car across the street. He had just purchased a new Buick sedan, and as I saw one parked across the street, I went and got into it. After waiting awhile I noticed a man coming with his arms full of gro­ ceries toward the car. He kept coming and coming until he was right up by the side of the car. He proceeded to open the door and to empty the groceries into the back. He looked in rather a surprised manner at me and exclaimed: “Well, well, who have we here?” I replied that it was “Mr. So-and-So’s car” car and that I was waiting for him to come out of the store. He looked very surprised and after a minute he informed me, that unless he had sold the car while he was out of his mind, it still belonged to him. He referred me to another Buick sedan parked across on the other street, and I discovered to my dismay that the automobile not only belonged to our neighbor, but that the neighbor himself was just getting into the car. I jumped out of the car and hurried across the street to him, calling his name, but I was too late, for when I was just within a short distance from him he started up, evidently thinking that I had decided to wa home. The outcome was, that I had to walk home, being not only the center of amusement for all who saw me, but feeling very much embarrassed. Doris Wade, ’27. �30 DELPHIC The Uses of Disagreeable People “Dad, can I have a new bow and some arrows?” asked Dorothy as she came into the house one afternoon after school. “No!” came an answer like the boom of a cannon. Mr. Belle’s eyes peered around the corner of a newspaper he was reading. “Don’t you know that it is impolite to bother me when I’m reading.” “Yes, but fa— The look Mr. Belle gave her was enough to make her stop. Dorothy turned away in disgust. “It won’t always be this way,” thought Dorothy, “And to think he By this time she cut my allowance in half because I was trying to save, was on the verge of tears. Dorothy grabbed her tennis racket and started out of the house. “Where are you going?” asked the same voice from behind a newspaper. “Outside,” said Dorothy. “No you are not.” Dorothy put her racket back in the closet and picked up her Latin book. So you see for disagreeable people—there is no use for them! Gladys Elliott, ’29. <* Mrs. Tabbytails’ Party Mrs. Fluffycoat had done all her washing and was sitting on the window-sill enjoying the sunshine, when her friend Mrs. Tabbytail, who lived just around the corner, came walking by. There had been a heavy shower and Mrs. Tabbytail, in order to keep her white stockings clean, was picking her way daintily along the top of a fence. She caught sight of Mrs. Fluffycoat and stopped to speak. “How are you?” she asked. “I don’t believe I’ve seen you since the last Symphony concert. Do drop in this afternoon and have a saucer of hot milk. I want to ask you advice about—dear me, is that the Catsmeatman? I haven’t ordered the dinner yet; I must run! But try and come early, so we can have a nice long chat.” Mrs. Tabbytail had just gone, when Bunty, Mrs. Fluffycoat’s eldest daughter, arrived, ready for dinner. “Do hurry up, Mother! she said. I’m simply starving. What is it—cold sardines and bread pudding?1 Oh, well! It might be worse?’ When Bunty had gone and Mrs. Fluffycoat had washed the plates and tidied herself, she set out for Mrs. Tabbytail’s house, which, by taking a short cut over two or three fences, she reached in a very short time. I am pleased to see you,” said Mrs. Tabbytail. “Do make yourself at home. I am thinking of giving a party for my daughter, Susy. She will be four years old next Tuesday.” “How delightful!” exclaimed Mrs. Fluffycoat. �DELPHIC 31 “As to the refreshments,” continued Mrs. Fluffycoat, petting her paws together. They discussed further details and finally Mrs. Fluffycoat returned home. The next few days were very busy ones indeed. In every corner of Cattown there was a buzz of preparation; loving mothers were stitching and scrubbing and scrubbing and stitching every day. I heard one of the invited say when she was asked whether she was going: ‘‘Of course I am going. Mother has been washing my white shirt front twenty times a day ever since she heard about it, and I am hardly ever allowed to play in the coal scuttle; she says she wants me to be a credit to her, not a disgrace.” At last the day of the party arrived and every kitten who had been asked was washed, scrubbed, scoured and polished from top to toe and from head to tail at least a half a dozen times. Eight was the time set for the party and the Allblacks, groomed to the very last hair on their tail, arrived first. Mrs. Fluffycoat and Bunty were the last to arrive, for Bunty was afraid her new pink bow might suffer if they took the short cut. Susy received her guests with open paws. What a good time every­ body had. Puss in the corner, hide and seek and touch-last were very popular, until the refreshments came, and it was not long before nearly everything had disappeared. The mothers were sitting in corners admir­ ing their daughters and pretending to admire other people s daughters. ‘‘Don’t you think my Kitty looks beautiful in blue? It just matches her eyes,” said Mrs. Tortoiseshell. “Yes,” replied Mrs. Sharpaws,” but her tail does not hang half as well as Betty’s.” Mrs. Tabbytail just them came to the rescue and brought a saucer of nice hot milk, and Mrs. Tortoiseshell and Mrs. Sharpaws forgot their quarrel, lapping up the milk. But all good times must come to an end, for the kittens were getting sleepier and sleepier, and Susy forgot her manners and scratched Bunty s nose in a rush for the last mouse patty. So the sleepy kittens were taken home by their parents and every kitten decided that it was the best party he had ever been to. Mary Simmonds, ’27. .*»■ The Diary of a Florist’s Blotter May 1st I just absorbed another note to Betty Richards. It is certainly sur prising how many gardenias and roses she receives. is wee Bill sent yesterday were beautiful. seems to be Dick, but the roses May 4th Tom sent gardenias today. He’s new, I can te y blotted his note; all the more interesting, especially since i stated his intentions today. �32 DELPHIC May 6th Bill scored again, and I certainly was proud to blot the note that went with his huge bouquet; though Tom’s orchids yesterday weren’t to be scorned. May 7th Bill must have had a quarrel; his note was addressed to someone else. Anyway, I blotted a very earnest plea from Dick. May IOth Rather a lull. Bill sent sweetpeas and roses today, and a note saying he was sorry. May 15 th 1 helped dispatch exactly six bouquets, 1 don’t see why those young men aren’t saving their money if they intend to marry that girl. May 28th She must have told them to stop sending flowers; nearly two weeks and only one box sent, and that was from Bill. I wonder what’s wrong! June 1st Well, you can’t imagine what happened! But I rather suspected it would, after all; a shower bouquet of gardenias, orchids, roses and lilies of the valley and six pastel bouquets for the bridesmaids. Jean Morrison, ’27. .**■ Why I Like “We Must MarcK9 1 like “We Must March” by Honore Willsie Morrow, primarily because it is a historical novel; for I am interested in that type of writing. The author’s language is so vivid that the reader is able to see a clear mental picture of the events and the scenes portrayed in the tale. The foundation of the story is actual history; and, although it is enlarged and colored by the personalities of the principal characters, one feels that most of the happenings really occurred. The story ends satisfactorily when Marcus Whitman has succeeded in bringing a wagon train to the Oregon country. Narcissa Whitman, the heroine, seems too good to be true, but the book as a whole gives an interesting account of the early struggles of the heroic missionaries, although life to these people must have been far from entertaining. Margaret McCall, ’26. •**- Locked In It was growing dark outside the tall French windows and inside, a lonesome little pup lay before a dying fire. He stirred restlessly, rose, and walked about the empty room. Failing to find amusement, he re urne to is place before the coals, but the rug had grown cold. He �DELPHIC i ! i! i : 1 33 whimpered mournfully and wandered out into the coat-hall to wait for the Mistress. Shuffling softly, he explored the corners one by one. Ah, this was better! He had found a pair of shiny black overshoes. Gleefully he caught one up between his little sharp teeth, and growling ferociously, he shook it with all the strength he could muster. Round and round the coat-hall he dragged and pounded it, pretending it was a big rat which he had caught. When he grew tired, he took it into the larger room and sat contentedly chewing it before the embers which still glowed in the grate. At the sound of a step on the walk, he dropped his plaything hastily, jumped up, and ran to the door, barking his excited welcome. It was the Mistress. Proudly he led her to fireplace to show her his new toy. She saw the ruined overshoe and turned to the dog with a look that brought a puzzled expression into his eyes. His ears half dropped, then lifted again tentatively. “Topsy! You naughty, naughty, dog!” scolded the Mistress. Topsy’s ears and tail drooped dejectedly. What could he have done? ‘‘To punish you I will lock you in the bedroom for half an hour and no one shall come near you. ” He looked at her inquiringly, but it was not long before his outspoken question was answered, He was left in the bedroom all alone. At first his dignity was injured, and he sat perfectly still, disdaining to explore. But a window was open near him and the light wind blew the ruffled curtains back and forth invitingly. He forgot his pride and jumped for the curtains. What a beautiful ripping sound they made! Before long, he had found many other fabrics with which to make lovely ripping sounds. He was enjoying himself to the utmost. The Mistress, thinking that Topsy would be thoroughly repentant, re­ lented at the end of twenty-five minutes. She hurried to release her “poor, little, abused puppy” and opened her door upon a scene of destruc­ tion. Her lovely curtains were in shreds. The pillows from her bed, a so torn, were strewn about the floor, the articles on her dressing tab e were knocked over, and a suffocating odor of perfume filled the air. it stark rage filling her heart, she sought Topsy. He was nowhere to be found. Part of the anger gave way to anxiety. Then she thought o e open window. What if—Oh! no, surely not! She told herself it was im­ possible, but nevertheless she suddenly sat down and began o weep, imagining her Topsy cruelly hurt by his fall from the high win ow. In the midst of her heart-broken sobbing, a cold little nose was comfortingly into her hand. With a wild cry of joy, she gathered Topsy up in her arms, regardless of the fact that his neck was encircle y a wr of flowers that was undoubtedly from her best garden-party a . Subsequent investigation brought to light the fact that Topsy had been curled up asleep in a hat-box in the dark closet. Now he has an shoe with “Topsy” painted on it, which is reserved for his use omy. Cornelia Ireland, ’26. �34 DELPHIC /__ What l Thought of Being Pinched by a Cop H__ What I Think Now On “What I Used to Think” When I was smaller, and I used to hear people say anything about being ' pinched" -I mean being pinched for speeding-1 thought that if you were going too fast a cop would come up to you and say, “You are pinched for speeding”. Then you would go down to the judge and if you had been going very fast he would give you a real hard pinch. The faster you were going, the harder pinch you would get. But 1 know entirely different now. The cop would say probably, “You are pinched for speed­ ing”. But that is about all that would be anything like what I thought. Ardeane Henningsen, ’29. Outgrown Opinions When 1 was about five years old, 1 thought dogs ate every cat they saw;; also 1 thought that they loved the black cats the best because they were licorice, and that the brown were chocolate flavored, and the white vanilla. Just’because 1 liked licorice best I naturally thought dogs did. Now, we had a beautiful black Persian cat, and next door lived a huge police dog. One lovely afternoon, when I was feeding “Gypsy,’ the cat, the dog came around the corner of the house after the meat he had evidently smelled. I was facing the cat and did not see the dog, but Gypsy did. Seeing her startled looks 1 turned around to see what was the matter. When 1 saw the dog coming closer I started to grab the cat and run in the house, but to my great amazement “Gypsy” stepped forward to defend herself. She growled and hit the dog on his nose with her claws, which changed his mind, and mine, too, and he turned and ran the other way. Since then 1 have never tried to rescue a cat from a dog, and I also learned that all cats have pink flesh as we have and that dogs never eat them after killing them. Helen Owens, ’29. 0^ « Science Science is not the destroyer of sentiment and gentle illusions, We can learn scientific truths without losing our sentimentality. How can science ravage the sublime beauties of nature. Nature is fully as beautitu now as it was centuries ago. It is to the scientist alone that nature be­ comes perverted; he is usually so interested in the sepals and petals, the stamens and pistil of a flower, that he forgets to enjoy its unanalyze beauty. Nor can science destroy the marvelous in the arts. What artis conforms his work to the dictates of science. Science does not destroy faith; it actually strengthens faith by proving that it was possible f°r �DELPHIC 35 Bible miracles to occur. Science analyzes", but do we lose interest in an engine when we learn how it works? No. Our attention is but held the closer. If science says that all is a lie, then science itself is false. Instead of tearing down our fundamentals, science walks hand in hand with them, and often assists psychology, philosophy and religion over the rough places in the road. Margaret McCall, ’26. Dearest Jest: 1 am very lonesome, Won’t you come down next week for that longdelayed visit? I have been thinking a great deal of your last one. It has many pleasant memories for me but 1 think we will enjoy the next one even more. There are so many ways to find pleasure here. We will have all our old standing jokes to laugh at, as well as the new ones we will find. I think your sense of humor is one of your most likeable charac­ teristics. I had an experience the other day that we can enjoy together. We were going on a fishing-trip so we got up before dawn, to get ready. It was pitch dark and as we were stumbling about, half asleep, suddenly we heard a lark singing. Shortly after that the sky began to brighten. It seemed almost uncanny, as if he had been flying so high that he had seen the day approaching before we even guessed it was near. Then he came and perched himself in the vines around my window. While Dad hunted rods and reels and I made sandwiches, the old rooster who had been crowing mightily on the barnyard fence came strutting up with his Ply­ mouth Rock household. The “hired man” was whistling as he ploughed, and we heard Martha singing as she milked old Jenny. Strangely enough both musicians had chosen “When You and I Were Young, Maggie . missed your keen appreciation of such a scene. Another source of our enjoyment will be long walks. The fields are white with daisies and we are almost surrounded by bald, rounded hills, where clouds sometimes rest. There is plenty of room to let one s ima§ ination wander in this scenery. Not far from here lives the dearest o couple with an adopted daughter. I will take you to see them and 1 am sure you will love them . ,, . ... „ It is rumored that a dance will be given in the neighboring village within the next two weeks. You can’t miss it. These litt e towns c ing to their quaint old customsj and the dancing will take place on the villag green, in the afternoon. .All the older people will come to watch, gossip, and tell superstitious tales. . , I suppose you are having a wonderful time in town, un e this is a very gay season, but you must come to visit rne a Jmusic country place. You will have no idea of the enjoyment SUPP^jp' until you have heard my radio. I listen to it for hours, hear by the next mail that you are coming. Love, UAllegro. Cornelia Ireland, '26. �36 DELPHIC Briarwood, Oregon, May 5, 1926. Dearest Aeneas: I have not seen you for centuries so you know that I have changed a great deal. I am five feet eleven inches high and weigh one hundred and thirty-seven pounds. My eyes are a blue gray and my hair is brown. I live in the United States. I am supposed to be sixteen years old, but wouldn’t the people be surprised if they knew that I was living when you were on Earth ? The people nowadays are not as warlike as in your time. They believe in taking life easily and getting as much fun out of life as possible. They think that we never had any fun centuries ago. If the people only knew the fun we had they would think that they were leading a dead sort of life. How is Dido? The poor child, has she ever forgiven you or do you ever see her? If you ever think of coming back to the Earth, you had better come to the United States, for it is a very nice country. Nowadays children have to go to school and learn a number of differ­ ent kinds of studies. I am in the first year of high school and have seven more years of schooling. The people of today have a recreation which is called golf. In golf you have some funny sticks which are called clubs, with which you hit a ball which is called a pill, You then chase over a number of acres of land trying to find your ball in order that you may hit it again and con­ tinue your chase around the country. There is another thing the people do. They scuff along the floor in twos and stand in such positions that you would think they were de­ formed, and they call this dancing. They do this dancing to the tune of a great deal of hammering and banging which is called jazz. I do not care for these things for they are foolish. I will have to end this letter now and do those studies I told you they make us learn at school. Please write to me soon and tell me what is happening in the Under World and please tell me if anybody lives on the other planets. Give my love to all my friends. Goodbye for now. Your loving friend, Katherine James, ’29. �37 Monday, February 1 The second term, The silence is over. The dread is over. Once again we are human, for the “exams’ are now in the past and are buried, never to rise again. Saturday, February 13 The mid-year prom. We gave it at the Portland Heights Club. The decorations were clever, the orchestra good, and the crowd large enough to fill the Club and small enough to have a good time. Monday, February 22 Washington's Birthday. As it fell on a Monday, all of the boarders were given a week-end which lasted until Tuesday morning, an av pupils had a vacation over Monday. Tuesday, February 21 The Freshmen and Sophomores had their annual basketball gameOf course, it was all very exciting, and the Sophomores won. er the Freshmen will have better luck next year. Score 12-10. Wednesday, February 24 and The Junior-Senior game. The feeling ran high at this .game . The the Seniors fought hard, but the victory was won by the juniors score was 18-20. Friday, February 26 The day of days! — game with Reed College. The whole school The Reed team the team played so well that we beat Ree^. t0Qok their defeat in i a stayed to have dinner with the boarders. Th y most sportsmanlike way. �38 DELPHIC Thursday, March 4 Junior-Sophomore basketball game. The Sophomores won the cup. Tuesday, March 9 ........ Reorders vs Days. This is always an interesting basketball game for the Boarders and Days are great rivals in everyth,ng pertaining to sports and as friendly as can be in all else. The Day girls beat the Boarders, to their great joy. Tuesday, March 11 The boarders who are the pupils of Miss Thomson gave a small recital in the English room. The music was really very lovely, and the girls showed the result of good teaching and diligent practice. Wednesday, March 17 St. Patrick’s Day. Nearly every one had a bit of green ribbon, a green handkerchief or something else about her, in honor of this saint of Ireland. Friday, March 19 Our second basketball game with Reed. This time we played at Reed College. The game was very exciting, as it was a much closer match than before. The score was 28 to 15 in our favor. Monday, March 29 Baptismal Services were held in Chapel today. Tuesday, March 30 Confirmation at 10:30 o’clock this morning. Bishop Sumner came to our Chapel and confirmed eighteen girls. The service was very beautiful, and the Bishop preached an interesting sermon afterwards. Wednesday, March 31 tournaments begin today The official “Opening” of tennis. The . . and excitement is running high. Every one is playing and thin mg “Maybe I’ll get to the finals.” Friday, April 2 Good Friday. There was no school today, the day being given up entirely to Church and meditation. Wednesday, April 7 Several of the Boarders were allowed to go to a show tonight, as a reward for the way they kept their silence on Good Friday. Friday, April 9—Monday, April 19 Easter vacation! The joy of all joys! No school for ten days. Boarders were longing to “get home,” and the Days “to sleep a the morning.” Needless to say, they got their wishes. �DELPHIC 39 Tuesday, May 4 Review has begun in most of the classes, and there are only three more weeks until Commencement. Sister gave the Seniors their Com­ mencement invitations yesterday, as well as a good talk on ‘What College Means or Should Mean to Us.” Thursday. May 13 Tennis finals. A picnic supper given by the New Girls to the Old. Saturday, May 22 This is the date set for the Alumnae Tea, at which the Seniors will be received into the Alumnae Association. Monday, May 24 Examinations begin. A week of fear and trembling and hard study is before us! Friday, May 28 The recital and French Play. Saturday, May 29 "Told in a Chinese Garden,” a play being given by the Expression Class. Sunday, May 30 The Baccalaureate Sermon preached by Bishop Sumner at St. Stephen’s Pro-Cathedral. Afterwards the girls are all invited to school, where luncheon will be served. Monday, May 31 The Junior Prom was given at school tonight. We had a good orchestra and a very gay time. The Juniors decorated the school very well, and deserve a great deal of credit for so successful a dance. Tuesday, June 1 Senior Chapel and Breakfast. Commencement at Trinity Church. The end of another year, and the end of the school for some, while others will go on. Commencement always makes one sad and, of course, happy. May the next Junior Class have as nice a year as we have had. Sj | �40 DELPHIC Snfertainnent January twelfth the boarders gave a Christmas Cantata in the Chapel before a small but appreciative audience, The idea was to relate the story of the birth of Christ in Bethlehem and the coming of the Wise Men. Sister Superior invited any of the day students who might care to, to spend the night at the Hall, and a rollicking, good time was enjoyed by all. April thirteenth Miss Thomson took several of her pupils to hear Dent Mowry at the library. The girls were all very enthusiastic over him, and enjoyed hearing him play his own compositions. May fifth the Reverend C. H. L. Chandler gave a lecture on the missionary work in China. It was instructive and was made very interesting by splendid stereopticon slides. �41 Who among us has not been reprimanded for inattention in classes during some discussion of Burke's Conciliation or the formation of crystals under certain extremely obscure conditions? Reclining, so we are told, in our chairs, our minds are obviously on something beside the subject under discussion. Some of us are exploring the jungles of Brazil or mapping the little known Panama. These are the ambitious ones, while the rest of us are content to visualize ourselves fascinating and worldly wise at a tea dance at the most fashionable place of the movement. After review­ ing the actions of our old girls, however, we find that theirs have mate­ rialized and that perhaps ours are not idle dreams. Jean Muir, ’23, has gone East and expects to leave soon for her second trip abroad. Frances Spaulding, ’22, graduated from Mills this May and Mrs. Harry Clair (Mary Helen Spaulding, ’19) went south to her sister’s Com­ mencement. Mrs. Walter Pitman Ramsey (Janet House, ’21) visited her parents recently and then returned to her home in San Diego. Mr. and Mrs. Ronald Honeyman (Suzanne Caswell, ’20) have a little son, Ronald Honeyman, Junior. Mrs. Robert Sabin, Jr. (Catherine Russel, ’19) was married a short while ago. Mrs. Frederick Jacobs (Marion Farrel, ’22) is the head of the motor corps of the Portland Junior League. Adeline Kendall, ’17, has been in the Philippines. Consuelo McMillan, ’17, who recently returned from New York, came up to school to visit. Annie Ellen La Moree, ’24, has entered training at the Good Samaritan Hospital. �42 DELPHIC Mrs. Richard G. Montgomery (Dorothy Haradon, ’23) was married the 28th of April. During vacation we had a number of visitors. Mayanna Sargent, ’25; Catherine Martin, ’25; Dorothy Statter, ’25, and Edna Ellen Bell, ’24, came from the University of Oregon. Frances Baker, ’20, is studying music in San Francisco. �DELPHIC 43 The Oracle”: Your jokes we like very much, although some of them are not original. Your story, “A Good Turn,” was very much enjoyed, but it is rather fabulous to think that an animal of that kind would wait so long until the man had a chance to kill it. “The Johannean”: Your juvenile literature is excellent. However your illustrations are rather conspicuous by their absence. “The Columbiad”: Your poetry is lovely and we wish to congratulate the author of “The Man and the Man with the Derby”, Yours is one of the few magazines in which the jokes are genuinely funny. “Satura”: We enjoyed your magazine very much, especially your “School Notes”, but we wish there were more of you. “The Ogontz Mosaic”: Your literature carries out your title, “Mosaic”, and your photographs are most enviable, We are hoping to receive another magazine from you soon. “Cargoes”: Your literary department is excellent. Where are your exchanges? We enjoyed reading your magazine and hope you will send it again. “St. Katharine’s Wheel”: Your editorials are very well written, but we suggest that you add a joke column. The Delphic acknowledges the following with thanks. “The High School Enterprise,” Pinson, Tenn. “Ivy Leaves,” St. Mary’s Hall, Burlington, N. J. “The Ogontz Mosaic,” Ogontz School, Rydal, Penna. “St. Katharine’s Wheel,” St. Katharine’s School, Davenport, Iowa. “The Comet,” West Pittston High School, Plttst®n-P®n1nan “The Ward-Belmont Hyphen,” Ward-Belmont, Nashville, Ten . “The Columbiad,” Columbia University, Portland, Ore. “The Oracle,” Rennselaer High School, RennseUer, N. Y f “Side Lines,” Middle Tennessee State Teachers College, Murfrees boro, Tenn. . “The Quill,” Wheeler School, Providence, K 1. “The Magpie,” St. Margaret’s School 'Waterbury, Coinn. “The Scroll,” Washington Seminary, Washington, Pe ■ “The Clio,” Miss Beard’s School, Orange N. J. "Ferry Tales,” Ferry Hall. Lake Forest, 111. „ jch Conn "The Rosemary Question Mark,’ Rosemary Hall "The Blue Print," Katharine Branson School n.j. “The Stampede,” Milligan College, M'lliga , “Cargoes,” Kent Place School, Summit, N. J. �DELPHIC 44 » • '••v.__A Tilbleiic^ For the First half of this term basketball held the center of attention. The schedule afforded many exciting games. The deciding game for the class championship was between the Sophomores and the Juniors, the former having beaten the Freshmen, and the latter the Seniors. The Sophomores finally won a very exciting game, with twelve points to the Juniors’ eight. The lineup was as follows: Juniors Sophs . . . . H. Loomis E. A. Johnson... C . .. . J. Cullers M. E. Wheeler. .. G E. Scarbrough G K. Briggs ......... .(2) M. Smith F. G. Goodman (12) (6) D. Livesley F. Esther Kaser . . . .M. Malarkey Elizabeth Kaser S.C The annual battle between the Day Girls’ and the Boarders resulted in a victory for the Days, 24-18. For the Boarders, Dorothy Livesley made 10 points, J. Smith 2, and M. E. Huron 6. M. A. Meyer made 18 and J. Cullers 6 for the Days. In former years the climax of the season was always a match between our team and one from Miss Catlin’s School. This year we varied our schedule and played a team from Reed College. We played on our own floor and virtually wiped them out. Their team consisted of C. Reader, H. Van de Water, R. Winchell, J. Hatton, A. Nelson and E. Hasenmayer. The final score was 30 to 0 in our favor. The Reed girls soon after sent us a challenge for a return game on their floor, which promised to be a game for “blood . It fulfilled its promise, being almost even score until the last few minutes of play, the Hall finally winning, 25 to 17. We certainly appreciated the good sportsmanship of the Reed girls, and we all hope that we will be able to play them again next year. Having at last recovered from the excitements of basketball games, we are now in the throes of a tennis tournament, but the finals are yet to be played, and the outcome is doubtful. The results will be known on May 13, as that is the day on which the finals are to be played. �45 Instructor: “In the presidential campaign of 1908, what did Mr. Bryan stand for?” Nancy Chipman: “Because he couldn’t sit down.’ Elizabeth Kaser: “A student is a larger body, I thought.” (No thin people need apply.) Hester Hopkins: “The quality of mercy is not strained—it droppeth as the gentle dew of heaven beneath. “Christianity in England goes back to before the time when Julius Caesar conquered England.” Jean Morrison: “That was in 55 B. C. I remember that. “Norma, you left your book on the seat. D .0, Jean, awakening from a dream, “What was it—The Sea Beas . That’s the best movie I ever saw.’ over the floor and Geraldine Kirby: “There were dead people all they were eating and drinking. One Boarder: “I had a great big luscious chocolate-covered cherry. Another Boarder: “Where did you get it? First Boarder: “Let me tell you the rest of my dream. Spelling “omelet”: “Sometimes they spell it another way-omelette’." Frances Loomis: Harriet Arenz: “That’s feminine.” lean Morrison: “What does ‘K’ mean?” _ Teacher: “Awkward or clumsy—a symbol. Madelon Brodie: “Oh, I see, instead o let out’ or ‘put in ? Betsy Abbot: “Does ‘acquitted’ mean ‘ all wrapped up in the Mary Helen Carr (in English) . “He was t >> carriage. �46 DELPHIC Virginia Coke: “Cherubim are little babies’ heads, aren’t they?” Bercie: “Yes, and they have little teensie wings in back of their necks. One Student: “I don’t know what course to take when I get to college. Law is hardest, isn’t it?” Second Ditto: “I guess so.” , , . , .. Third Ditto: “Well, I know a girl who s taking it, and she s all doubling up, or something. What Would Happen If— Virginia Coke couldn’t find anything to argue about? Long hair became stylish? . . Cornelia Ireland went to two Delphic staff meetings in succession. Owners were found for all lost fountain pens? Everybody got the dances they wanted at the Prom? Helen Spencer and Ardelia Haradon quarreled? The mirror in the cloak room got broken? Mr. Freeburg went out of business? Class dues were paid regularly? Anybody paid any attention to notices on the blackboard? Nobody made excuses for not staying Friday for the Deficiency List^ �DELPHIC 47 INDEX TO ADVERTISERS Page I A. Anonymous . . Applegath, C. G B. Barde, J. M.. . Basket Groc. & Delicatessen. Berg, Chas. F.............. Bob Shoppe ......... Brandes Creamery . . Bushnell Photos .... Bush Pharmacy ........ 54 I 62 .63 62 52 50 50 57 C. Callahan and Deery. . Clark’s Flowers ........ Colt, C. C. (friend). . Cramer Jewelry Co.. . Crantford’s Flowers . . Curtain Store ....... 56 50 63 62 57 60 E. Ernst, C. E.................. 52 F. Feldenheimer’s........... Fink Studio........ Flynn Gift Shop........ Foulkes Joselyn ........ Francine ..................... Freeberg ................... G. Gill, J. K...................... H. Heitkemper, Frank A 58 61 57 60 54 57 56 60 62 .49 l. Ireland’s ................... J- Junior Class............ Page K. Knight Shoe Co 50 L. Liebes, H. ................. Lipman, Wolfe & Co 60 61 63 M. Martin & Forbes Co.. Mautz Bldg. & Investment Co..52 56 Mayson Overstuffed, Inc. 61 McCormick, Charles . . . 49 Meier & Frank Co......... 50 Moore, Alice Price........ 58 Moyer Clothing Co. . . . . 51 Multnomah Hotel.......... 63 N. New York Life Insurance Northwestern National Bank..58 O. Olds, Wortman & King......... 55 Olds. Wortman & King..... • 64 P. Peterson Photos.................. 60 Portland Hotel .................... 48 Portland Laundry................ .56 53 59 52 57 U. Union Laundry Co.............. 63 United States National Bank ..65 V. Van Orman, Louis................ 62 S. Senior Class........................ Simonds Saw & Steel Co---Staiger’s .............................. Staples the Jeweler.............. �Compliments of Portland Hotel 48 Patronize Our Advertisers i �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 ‘//I.,. X cft^ZnK Cc. mca The Quality Store Of Portland. Oregon m mOO*..SO*« AcOfo Ui* STS | | Compliments of The Junior Class ! 49 Patronize Our Advertisers �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 Voca/ Teacher KNIGHT’S Shoes - - Hosiery Multo-Maid Shoes with low heels only Priced from $8.50 Morrison, near Broadway -FINEST QUALITY g* CLARKE BROS. MOf?(?lSON STREET BETWEEN FOURTH ANO FIFTH 50 Patronize Our Advertisers �Multnomah Hotel I 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 dTIote Dinner $1.50, and a la carte service. Supper Dancing in the Indian Grills from 9:00 to 12:00 every evening except Sunday. 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 peimit of unusually quick service. Our Maitre d'Hotel will be pleased to as­ sist in planning parties and offering sugges tions. Multnomah Hotel RICHARD W. CHILDS Manager 51 Patronize Our Advertisers �Compliments of Mautz Building and Investment Co. Compliments of C. E. EARNST CONFECTIONERY V Broadway at Washington THE CHARLSTON CUT AND MARCEL Stainers THE BOB SHOPPE 52 Stars of the Stage and Screen and smart Women everywhere favor I. MILLER Footwear SHOWN BY Introduced by us, bids fair to be one of the most popular hair cuts. Prob­ ably. not only because it is so youthtul and differ­ ent— but so downright smart. 100 Ungar Bldg. QMART Feminine Portland Wears Beautiful I. MILLER FOOTWEAR 288 Morrison Street (Corbett Building) Main 1576 Patronize Our Advertisers �Compliments of The Senior Class \ 53 i Patronize Our Advertisers �COMPLIMENTS OF C. G. APPLEGATH Established IS70 EXCLUSIVE FURRIER Portland, Oregon Portland’s Oldest Fur House 129 TENTH Telephone B-3548 FRANCINE 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. The Netvest in Coats, Suits, Dresses and Millinery at prices to suit everyone FRANCINE—353 Alder Street 54 Patronize Our Advertisers �m is? Jfc & 2mm „ni wtWm ^SllS 1 /• ,Vl n Pi mm m WWRlT- pi 53] ’i ©If l @ ?! 1s us ®l .'UAJ [A lif I'1 I' ] V-( ■>• ‘ ” ^ j V PS 3== b ' Olds Woirtmam^^Rimg PORTLAND, OREGON Cljc Christmas i^tore §f BETTER VALUES LET US SERVE YOU Headquarters for Juniors’ Quality Apparel Patronize Our Advertisers 65 �Compliments of . PORTLAND LAUNDRY COMPANY Union Avenue at Mill ‘'The Laundry with a Purpose" Please Patronize Our Advertisers SOLI) DIRECT - EASY TERMS F. J, CALLAHAN. RES. PHONE GARFIELD 2 10 1 E. H. DEERY. RES PHONE GARFIELD 1218 Phone Main 1 584 Callaham & Deery Va RETAIL DEALERS FRESH and GURED MEATS 5Y HAMS, BACON, LARO TPAOC MADK rON THE SQUARE^ Open EvcuinAN SUPPLYING SHIPS OUR SPECIALTY FOSTER ROAD AT 56th Between Yamhill and Taylor 187 Third Street, Portland, Oregon jPUHUlIQIIOlilllllillll "i'j / 1 A '<Y ,A Giftwares I ' I ’HOUSANDS of inexpensive, artistic and carefully selected little articles that will make beautiful and well received gifts. A very | complete selection for your inspection. Plan to do at least a part of your Christmas shopping in our Gift Shop. 1 oofsellers^Stationers^OfficeOutfitters b Scrap 4 fBOOK cFiftliand Starl^Streets - i. Patronize Our Advertisers I j c^3 ■rjiuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiniiiiiniiiipiiniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii:iiiii;iiiiiiiiiijiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiniiiiiiiiuiiuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiioiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinin 5G | 1 i I I 1 1 �F. L. Grocer LUNCHES AND STATIONERY 465 MONTGOMERY STREET MAIN 7344 The Bush Pharmacy Main 4737 Cor. 11th and Montgomery Sts. Phone Main 3322 WJoweu Try Our Chocolate Malted Milk Yamhill at Tenth Street Portland, Oregon STAPLES i % The JEWELER^ Manufacturing Jeweler, Watchmaker and Optician > 326 MORRISON STREET Portland, Oregon nn Gift Shop Seventh Floor Northwestern Bank Building Morrison Street - Opposite Portland Hote Personal Attention Given All Sales Patronize Our Advertisers 57 �Compliments of i| IDD ?a 8 ll THE NORTHWESTERN NATIONAL BANK SS 53 Si IS 33 ^ Si 53 SS II 53 Si 15 33 jgjgjlj TheNorthwestern ISggjNational Bank :' : aa aa-aaii NorthwesternBankBIdg.. Portland.Orefcon Compliments of DAN E. BOWMAN’S Moyer Clothing Co. THIRD AND OAK STREETS A. & c. FELDENHEIMER, Inc. Established 1868 Best Jewelry and Jewelry St ore in Portland CORNER WASHINGTON AND WEST PARK 58 Patronize Our Advertisers �SIMONDS SAWS SIMONDS SAWS ^•^WARRANTCD ^-^rCHBURG MASS CMICaGO|T>^\. 4MCOwvCP- ^ Simonds Saw and Steel Co. “The Saw Makers” Simonds Saws Mean Satisfaction to the Customer or SAWS : KNIVES : FILES : STEEL [or 3 Coast Branches PORTLAND OREG. SAN FRANCISCO CALIF. SEATTLE WN. VANCOUVER B. C. SIMONDS SAWS SIMONDS SAWS Patronize Our Advertisers 59 �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— $2.95 $6.95 made to order and put up in your home complete TO Estimates Given Without Obligation on Your Part PARK AND YAMHILL STS. JOCELYN FOULKES 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 60 Patronize Our Advertisers �CLASS PORTRAITS ispmafi-Wolfe r A Impressionistic or Plain Jw" \|V- )£[ Fink Studio Broadway 1545 i^l - V'T ■P m Our $9.95 Balbriggan Dresses Take first place among school frocks. Are —smart —becoming —practical Sizes 12 to 16 HENRY W. JACOBS A rtist Girl’s Store — 4th Floor Compliments of Chas. R. McCormick Lumber Co. 61 Patronize Our Advertisers �... Compliments of ... M. Barde & Sons Louis Van Orman & Co. General Insurance 807 Title Trust Bldg. BE. 1749 G. Cramer Company Jewelers 720, Selling Building Portland, Ore. Main 6026 Nothing but the finest will satisfy St. Helen’s Hall—Hence “Just the Things That Delight aWoman*s Heart!” IRELAND’S QUALITY BOX LUNCHES Gloves, Hose, Silk Underwear, Sweaters, Umbrellas. Blouses, Skirts, Coats, Dresses Ireland’s Sandwich Shop 365 Wash. St. 62 5mr 5$ /C 125 6th St. V/Vio'a jjOUT V.o«Ucrt Morrison St. Patronize Our Advertisers J Opp. Post Office �55SW ■ 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 Martini Forbes Company Florists Main 0269 354 Washington Street Patronize Our Advertisers Portland, Oregon 63 �Olds Woktmam^&^Kimg --------- B. F. SCHLESINGER S' SONS. INC.. SUCCESSORS v Come to Olds & King’s for— UNIFORMS We’re official” uniform makers for St. Helens Hall, you’ll be sure they’re right if you you know buy them here. We have other pretty frocks and coats for misses, too, in fact, this is the misses’ store of Portland. i % ENGRAVED iiiuinuuniiDLminxiiiiiiiiTniiiiiinnnfl 2 3 a a a a 3 WEDDING. ANNOUNCEMENTS a a CARDS, ENGAGEMENTS 3 aH AT HOMES, ETC. ! E + i Si a a a + a E SOCIAL STATIONERY C DESK ACCESSORIES E E El LEATHER GOODS \ E a a a rr rimniinn 111111uinmmmmnnmimnn; G4 5 a a a m a a \ ©teel Die Stamping anD dEtnbossing ! a a a Ea Patronize Our Advertisers �I ; f i- ■r -o * w Many Women Bank Here 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. T The Service Here is Commensurate with the Size of this Great Institution. United-States National Banfc Broadway amd Combining the . at Stetirk LADD STILTON DANK patronize our ADVERTISERS 65 �■ ■ .4 \ ,!• . ip!r *v «yt£ SvV;:-’ 1 •. ft,': ■■■ ■ff V/, -/ ' iv' ft p V \s Jftrft- ft- ' ■ ft'- -r- Wm ■S,: ft ■ ; 3ft ftft,') ■ , ft Vy ■.Vvl; -- s- ft / fcft-V ftft ■ •*S$L ftft. •• ■ .c-, .- ftft :; “T- & .. ft“ ,-^3v; a*S«S,. j.-ftftft • --•>*••. X ... -•• ftftft ■ ft V ftftff 'v s' ;/- v V-: • - ■■ ■■■■ , - - ■ V JiSc;l--.-v' /-:v-v >/ - ‘v •- ?■ ,- K 1 . x.. 3 ? I � Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Oregon Episcopal School Yearbooks Description An account of the resource This is a collection of yearbooks from the Oregon Episcopal School (OES). The bulk of the yearbooks are from St. Helen's Hall, with yearbooks also from the Junior College as well as Bishop Dagwell Hall. The title for the OES yearbook evolved from The Delphic to The Legend-Delphic. The title for the Junior College Yearbook was The Scintilla. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Oregon Episcopal School Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Oregon Episcopal School Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1921-1923; 1931-1995 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource All rights are reserved by Oregon Episcopal School. Language A language of the resource English Type The nature or genre of the resource Yearbooks Conforms To An established standard to which the described resource conforms. 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 1926 Subject The topic of the resource School yearbooks Students Student activities Student publications Teachers Description An account of the resource This is an OES yearbook from 1926. 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 1926 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_delphic1926-compressed.pdf School yearbooks; Students; Student activities; Student publications; Teachers