http://archive.oes.edu/files/original/d3ee53a033cadfcf7dfd48418af25b48.pdf a670b1d1b323fa0d7107f21559dd789b PDF Text Text * N&£ p % f . £* �j: ; 1 t = = = = : THE DELPHIC ST. HELENS HALL PORTLAND, OREGON = = ! H = I = = : : I; 1 = 1 ! i = !; i = = = = = = ! ! = = June, / 927 I = ! = TillllllllllllllilllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllilllillllllllllillilllillllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllillllllllllllllllllillliillilllllllllllilllllllllllllllllllllllllilliT? i �. ■ �-- — -5- i; . ; 1; « 1 Iklpbic Htfaff Editor-In-Chief MARY MALARKEY Literary Editor. Assistant Literary Editor. A alendar Old Girl Notes. GERALDINE ; BLODGETT ELIZABETH ANN JOHNSON : S ROSAMOND STRICKER ....\ MARY ELIZABETH HURON S MARY ALICE MEYER l CHAUNCEY DE VEREAUX ! i DOROTHY LIVES LEY ELAINE HICKMAN Music and Entertainment. A thle tics .GERALDINE Exchanges. KIRBY LUCILE BOWMAN HELEN LOVE i Art. Advertising. I SERENA MORRISON HELENGRAY GATENS l MARGARET JOHNSON ) JANE CULLERS (VIRGINIA LEDBETTER [JANE BOYER Business. il ' MARY LOUISE ZAN MARGARET PRICE •r - �The Delphic is published once during the school year. subscribe. Eiterary communications should be addressed to the Business Manager. ters and subscriptions to ... All students should the Editor-in-Chief; business let- Subscriptions, $1.00 a year. Volume 27 JUNE, 1927 Number 7 �“1 Contents £ i Cover by Helengray Gatens Page Editorials ___ .. 20 School Honors 23 Literary 29 Juvenile 53 Kalendar ........ 25 Old-Girl Notes 55 Exchanges ...... 22 Athletics ..... - 57 Jokes ............. 61. Advertisements 65 �10 Geraldine Dorothy Blodgett f Jane Cullers 3 i | 11 w; : 1 �DELPHIC sT IR.I Chauncey Winslow Dcvereaux Dorothy Marguerite Dunham Helengray Patricia Gatcns �r ; ..■«.— / Mary Elizabeth Huron Margaret Eleanor Johnson : : . • %*:■ ■sa ,V i i s ii Mary Virginia Ledbetter i > *» Henry Etta LaMoree r- . '■ -' �DELPHIC Serena Bellinger Morrison �i'l ? * 1 $ • ■ ■ , •; I 7" ■ ■ I �DELPHIC 15 �i 16 DELPHIC Class MtU ft 1 8 : We, the senior class of nineteen hundred and twenty-seven, hereby bequeath to all future seniors Our senior dignity Our Burke’s Conciliation outlines Our ability to get money for the Delphic Our ability to make a candy sale a huge success Our ability to keep the girls from wearing silk stockings The joys of having pictures taken Individually we leave as follows: I Deborah Ball, leave my ability to suppress a giggle to Mildred Peterson. I, Geraldine Blodgett, leave my thin but wiry figure to Sue Sargent. I, Lucille Bowman, leave my long hair to Marion Kinney. I, Jane Boyer, leave my switch to Jean Morrison. I, Jane Cullers, leave my love of tennis to Mary Helen Carr. I, Chauncey Deveraux, leave my French marks to Emma Johnson. I, Dorothy Dunham, leave my quiet demeanor to Sally Reed. I, Geraldine Dye, leave my hairpins to Connie Green. 1, Helengray Gatens, leave my talent for drawing to Blanche Stabler. I, Mavis Hedberg, leave my ability to make up Latin to Josephine Smith. I. Elaine Hickman, leave my ability to stay subdued to Vee Holland. I, Mary Elizabeth Huron, leave my hunger to Elizabeth Kaser. I. Margaret Johnson, leave my poise to Esther Kaser. I, Geraldine Kirby, leave my Irish sense of humor to Agnes Gordon. I, Henry Etta La Moree, leave my school girl complexion to Sally Cannon. I, Jane Ladd, leave my ability not to talk in class to Harriet Arenz. I, Virginia Ledbettei:, leave my even disposition to all seniors, know­ ing they’ll need it. I, Dorothyh Livesley, leave my air to Juliet Applegath. I, Helen Love, leave my literary ability to Marjory Holman. I, Mary Malarkey, leave my place on the basketball team to Betty Butler. I, Mary Alice Meyer, leave my ability to study in class to Jane Fales. I, Serena Morrison, leave my appetite to Esther Kaser. I, Margaret Price, leave my ability to collect money to Barbara Jane Averill. I Jean Rosenblatt, leave my riding ability to the boarders. I Esther Scarbrough, leave my boyish hair sut to Jean Adix. �DELPHIC 17 I, Dorothy Sellwood, leave my unseniorlike giggles to Maxine Bennett. I, Mary Simmonds, leave my ability to concentrate in study-hall to Helen Adelsperger. 1. Rosamond Strieker, leave my love of Chemistry to Myrtle Mc­ Daniel. 1, Ardella Sweek, leave my love of curls to Nancy Thompson. I, Doris Wade, leave my typing ability to Marjory Weightman. I, Imogen Wentworth, leave my stateliness to Fran Loomis. 1, Mary Elizabeth Wheeler, leave my ability to argue to Helen Hyde. 1, Juanita Wilkinson, leave my unassuming manner to Frances Ninn eman. I, Elizabeth Zan, leave my height to Marion Bilyeu. I, Mary Louise Zan, leave my blue eyes to Helen Owens. �18 H DELPHIC Class ^ropljecp H The ’27 class of Saint Helen’s Hall has greatly distinguished itself. Its ship is launched, and anchors have been cast in most interesting places. Europe seems to have momentarily claimed many of the girls. Ger­ aldine Kirby is well-known to many as an eminent Parisian osteopath, while Mary Alice Meyer has become a great favorite among the French ma’m’selles as the vender of an effective reducing soap. Virginia Led­ better has won everlasting fame by jumping off the Eiffel Tower with a parachute. A famous circus is now touring Europe, and many of the girls have found there a field for their talents. Lucile Bowman is a tight­ rope Walker, Mary Elizabeth Huron, a contortionist, Jane Cullers, a snakecharmer, Doris Wade, a trapezist, and Imogen Wentworth, a bareback rider. Jane Ladd is the lion tamer, and Deborah Ball sells hot-dogs. In Switzerland we find Mary Simmonds as an Alpine guide. In England Mavis Hedberg recently defeated the noted auto racer. Captain Seagrave, and Henry-Etta LaMoree, having swum the Channel, is planning to enter the contest to swim the Atlantic. In New York we find Margaret Johnson, as a “human fly”, scaling the walls of the Woolworth Building. There too is Dorothy Livesley making a fortune in coat-hangers. Dorothy Dunham has been hailed as a “second Houndini’”. Mary Malarkey has opened a Permanent Wave Shoppe there, and I hear that Mary Elizabeth Wheeler is her first cus­ tomer. Senera Morrison is chaperone in a ladies’ seminary, and Margaret Price is an earnest “soap-box” orator on the subject of the abolishment of moving-picture shows. Elizabeth and Mary Louise Zan are celebrated on the vaudeville stage as the “Dottie Sisters”. Geraldine Dye and Elaine Hickman are archeologists, and at present are exploring Aztec ruins. Rosamond Stickler is in Detroit and is general manager of the Ford Automobile plant. Esther Scarbrough and Juanita Wilkinson are with her, having made Detroit the center of their chain of penny candy stores. Many of the girls are still in Oregon. Ardella Sweek has won many honors by riding bucking broncos in the Pendleton Round-Up. Harriette Chase is following the lucrative career of a window washer, while Jean Rosenblatt is a plumber. Dorothy Sellwood is a radio announcer, Helen Love is selling a species of improved fly-paper, and Helen gray Gatens is a scissors-grinder. Chauncey Devereaux has founded a home fQ1 sailors’ orphans at Gearhart. Two of the girls are still to be seen daily near the Hall: Jane Boyer is a street car conductor on the Hall Street line, and Geraldine Blodgett is selling Ireland Lunches. r ir­ sr ;■ ;f{ '-f . ' : �DELPHIC H>t. Helen's pjall ^cactjerS Miss Kittrell, Mlle. Sciilebv, Miss Stevens, Miss Orotii, Miss Thompson, Mrs. Knapp, Miss Bartlett, Miss White, Miss Eaton. 19 �20 DELPHIC b i 0 *11 (Editorials; Navis nostra est (ledacta; quo ancoram iaciet. “Our ship is launched; where shall we cast anchor?” How many different sorts of ships there are, from stately Roman triremes and Spanish galleons down to the practical, busy, noisy, little steam tug! Each ship was built for her own purpose; some for fishing, some for freighting, some for battling, and some for carrying passengers. The little pleasure launches were not meant to try to cross the great Atlantic, nor were the large men-of-war designed for yacht-racing. So are we all fitted and equipped. Everyone cannot be a Caesar or a Napoleon; there must be some private soldiers to fill the ranks when a mighty army is needed. Our first thought in answer to the question, “Where shall we cast anchor?” should be, “What port are we best fitted to make?” Should we hasten toward Newfoundland harbors or to great western lumber ports? Should we set out to reform and rule all the world or to make one par­ ticular corner a better place to live in? Each one has a course to sail which will bring her to the right harbor. But how many are there who mistake the route and blunder again and again till they strike the right, true way? How many who have lost themselves in a fog and sail aimlessly hither and thither trying to find the light again? Their compasses have failed. We start out on our voyage well equipped. Here, at Saint Helen’s Hall, we have been furnished with charts to guide us on our journey, and it is our responsibility to see that our consciences—the compasses of those who sail the sea of life—are steadily pointing us on our way toward our highest ideals. �DELPHIC 21 LOYALTY Loyalty is a wonderful quality. It is this which makes a country thrive, a business, a success, and a school, grow. Unless all stay together in an underttaking, the venture cannot be a complete success. Girls, if you are at all interested in your school, and I know that you are, help us accomplish what we attempt. Pay your dues on time; we need your help. Co-operate with us in activities. Let us make everything we do representative—not the work of one or two. LEND YOUR SUPPORT Girls, are you proud of your school, St. Helen’s Hall? Of course you are. Don’t you want your Delphic to be the best kind of magazine? Surely you do. Therefore put forth your best efforts and let’s see what you can do. Don’t leave it for someone else, girls, but say to yourself: “I’m as much a pail of this school as anyone, and I’ll show them I am!” Next time you have a written assignment in English, plan to write it so well that the Delphic will ask for it. When you are called on to prepare something for the magazine— whether it be a poem, description, or a narrative—do your utmost before you say you can’t; for there is no such word as “can’t.” Every girl in High School can write a little, or she wouldn’t be there, and so if you are asked to contribute, say, “I’ll try.” Then do your best. It may not always be accepted, but your efforts will be appreciated, and they will show that you have the right school spirit. �i DELPHIC 22 ^7 I . •; EXCHANGES The Delphic wishes to acknowledge the following with thanks: “SIDE LINES”, Middle Tennessee State Teachers’ College, Murfrees­ boro, Tenn. “THE COMET”, West Pittston High School. “THE ACADEMIA”, St. Mary’s Academy and College, Portland, Oregon. “THE WARD-BELMONT HYPHEN”, Ward-Belmont, Nashville, Tenn. “THE COLUMBIAD”, Columbia University, Portland, Oregon. “WORKS AND DAYS”, Miss Burke’s School, San Francisco, Cal. “THE ROSEMARY QUESTION MARK”, Rosemary Hall, Greenwich, Conn. “THE MAGPIE”, St. Margaret’s School, Waterbury, Conn. “THE SCROLL”, The Washington Seminary, Washington, Pa. “THE IVY”, St. Mary’s Hall, On the Delaware. “WORKS AND DAYS”: All of your departments are good. trations are very clever and original. Your illus­ “THE ROSEMARY QUESTION MARK”: Your magazine on a whole is very good, and your club notes are especially interesting. - l “THE MAGPIE”: We enjoyed your magazine very much. Your literary department is especially good. “THE SCROLL”: Your stories are well written and your departments well organized. Could you, perhaps, use a little more poetry? -V-\ , £■ :-' - 4 �DELPHIC 23 SCHOOL HONORS 1926 The medal awarded by the National Society of Colonial Daughters to one of the members of the first or second forms of the Upper School for the best Essay on Patriotism was given to BLANCH COE (Subject—What America Can Do for the World: The Peace Problem.) Winners of Certificates of Merit: MARION DENTON HELEN STRATTON ALICE DEVEREAUX JOSEPHINE SMITH LAURA ELLEN McKALLIP The Alumnae Pin, awarded to the senior of high scholarship who has most actively contributed to the school life, went to Dorothy Mautz, the President of the Class of 1926. In the American Chemistry Prize Essay Contest first prize of $20.00 in gold and a certificate of merit: ELEANOR POORMAN (Subject: The Relation of Chemistry to the Enrichment of Life.) In the C.C. Beekman Oregon History Prize Contest for 1926, Margaret McCall received the fourth prize of $30.00 in gold and a beautiful bronze medal. Honorable mention: NANCY CI-IIPMAN ELIZABETH ANN JOHNSON Honors based on high marks received in Eastern Colleges Entrance Board Examinations: Scholarship for senior year for highest marks in six points was won by: MARY MALARKEY The Pittock cup for English: MARGARET McCALL The Pittock cup for French: DEBORAH BALL AND MARY ELIZABETH WHEELER The E. I-I. Meyer cup for Mathematics: MARY MALARKEY The Alumnae cup for Latin: DEBORAH BALL �24 DELPHIC TESTIMONIALS The First Testimonials were awarded to pupils attaining an average for the year of 90% or above in every study. 95% in attendance, order, and punctuality. 99% in conduct. H' . . DEBORAH BALL The Second Testimonials were awarded to pupils attaining an aver­ age for the year of 80% or above in every study. 90% in attendance, order, and punctuality. 98% in conduct. BETSY ABBOTT GERALDINE BLODGETT NANCY CHIPMAN JANE CULLERS HELENGRAY GATENS HELEN HEMBREE CORNELIA IRELAND ELIZABETH ANN JOHNSON GERALDINE KIRBY VIRGINIA LEDBETTER ELIZABETH MARTIN MARY ELIZABETH '• B - . DOROTHY MAUTZ KATHARINE MOORE MARGARET McCALL MARY ALICE MEYER MARY MALA RICE Y dorothy mcmillan ELEANOR DOORMAN MILDRED ROBERTS DOROTHY TAYLOR MARIA WILSON JANET WENTWORTH WHEELER �r KALE N DA R. ��DELPHIC 25 Ealenbar SEPTEMBER 8—School began. There were several new teachers and many new girls. The opening services were conducted by Bishop Sumner in the School Chapel. OCTOBER 7—The Old-Girl-New-Girl Party was held at B’nai B’rith Hall. Everyone came in costume. Prizes were awarded: Katherin Briggs, dressed at Saturday Evening Post, won the first one. After the New Girls were initiated, refreshments were served and dancing followed. OCTOBER 24 All the boarders went to Trinity Church to hear Bishop Quentin of Canada. NOVEMBER L A party of boarders, chaperoned by Miss Thomson, went to hear the first Symphony of the season. NOVEMBER 2—All Soul’s Day. Early service, which was held at S o’clock, was attended by teachers, boarders, and a few day girls. NOVEMBER 3—Sister Superior hired a large bus to take the boarders to get a glimpse of Queen Marie of Roumania. We all had an uproarious time, and it was really funny the number of people who tried to hail our bus. NOVEMBER 5—End of First Quarter. NOVEMBER 8— The Senior Class held a candy sale, clearing about ten dollars. NOVEMBER 10—Armistice Day Exercises. The trees given by the Bishop, the Alumnae, different classes and friends of the school were planted. The program included patriotic songs, recitations, and a talk by Bishop Sumner, which were followed by refreshments. NOVEMBER 11—The boarders who stayed in during the holiday were agreeably surprised when Sister Sent them to the Opera “Winona” at the Auditorium. NOVEMBER 13—First Boarders’ Dance. The room was gaily deco­ rated with coral and orchid streamers while numerous and many colored balloons were suspended from the ceiling. After an evening of music and laughter, the partners departed and we dragged our tired but happy selves upstairs to dream about it. NOVEMBER 15—Six of Miss Thomson’s pupils appeared in joint re­ cital with Norma Fullerton, cellist, and the Glee Club. �DELPHIC 26 NOVEMBER 17—The Annual Teachers’ Tea was given for the Mothto meet the Teachers. The seniors served. ers NOVEMBER 25-29—Thanksgiving vacation. DECEMBER 12—First snow. DECEMBER 13—The Glee Club recital was held in the big hall of the school. Later there was a sale of fancy-work, candy and refreshments, while a jitney dance was “jazzing” away in the recreation room, The program was given to raise money for the new organ. DECEMBED 15—The Christmas Cantata given by the Boarders. Several of the Day girls spent the night. DECEMBER 16—Bishop Gilman of Wuchang, China, spoke to the girls of the missionary life in China. DECEMBER 17-JANUARY 4—Christmas Vacation. JANUARY 7—Miss Reed, in behalf of the Near East Relief, gave us a talk telling of the conditions in Armenia. JANUARY 24-28—Mid-year Exams. JANUARY 31-FEBRUARY 7—School closed because of scarlet fever. We returned to find a new chaplain, Father Evans. FEBRUARY 11—Bishop Ivins of Wisconsin gave a short talk in chapel. FEBRUARY 13—The boarders went to Saint David’s to hear Bishop Ivins. FEBRUARY 17—A party of boarders went to hear II Trovatore. FEBRUARY 22—Holiday. FEBRUARY 23—Miss Thomson entertained her music and art pupils with a tea at her home. 1 u FEBRUARY 25—A party of Boarders heard Kreisler play. FEBRUARY 26—Second Boarders’ Dance. The room was decorated in green and white, bunches of pussy willows, and yellow daffodils. This gave a fresh appearance which made one feel that spring had indeed come. Everyone was “pepped” up for a good time, and we had it too, in spite of the fact that the orchestra failed us and we had only a pianist. FEBRUARY 29—The school adopted a Great Dane Pup which was promptly named “King Canute”. MARCH 11—Reed game at the Hall. Hall, 30—Reed, 3. MARCH 16—This time we played Reed on their own floor and again we were victorious. The score being 28-6. �DELPHIC 27 MARCH 17—St. Patrick’s Day and everyone blossomed out with a bit of green. MARCH 19—Miss Foulkes gave an illustrated lecture on the Opera “The Ring” by Wagner. MARCH 31—End of the Third Quarter. MARCH 31-APRIL 5—Spring Vacation. APRIL 15—Good Friday. We were glad to have the three hour serv­ ice in our own chapel, where Father Evans gave very interesting addresses on the Seven Words from the Cross. APRIL 17—Easter Sunday. APRIL 29—Mississippi Flood Lunch. We wished to do our own part to relieve the people suffering loss from the flood. Each, class brought its share of food, which was arranged in the dining room and sold in cafeteria style, with satisfactory financial results. MAY 3—Confirmation. MAY 12—The Glee Club Operetta, “The Feast of the Little Lanterns,” and the Latin classes’ presentation of a Roman Wedding were given at the Woman’s Club. . May IS—The Juniors entertained the Seniors at Chanticleer Inn. After a delightful luncheon, the guests danced in the room overlooking the Columbia. MAY 21—The Alumnae Tea. MAY 24—School Picnic in the Hall Gymnasium. JUNE 4—The Spanish play, “Zaragueta”, was given on the school stage; then “Quality Street” by J. M. Barrie was presented by the Seniors as the English play. JUNE 5—Baccalaureate Sunday. The services were conducted by Bishop Sumner at St. Stephen’s Pro-Cathedral. J r - JUNE 6—Senior Prom. JUNE 7—Senior Breakfast, the Bishop presiding. Commencement. :' ?•'.! m i �28 DELPHIC MY TORTOISE-SHELL CAT i Ah, my tortoise-shell cat, With the large amber eyes, He sits in the corner And looks very wise. II I-Ie’s a tail like a plume, And a purr like a drum— And with him, our Bruno Has no end of fun. Ill For when I’m not looking. Poor Tommy is treed! And I must come running, To see that he’s freed. IV But at night you’d not know him. So different is he! lie’s not the same cat That was up in the tree. V For he struts up and down, With an aspect so vain, You never have seen Such a proud, gallant swain. VI And when, to Maria, His fond love is told— The heads in the windows Are sights to behold! VII Their expressions are vicious, Their threats—they are worse. I could never repeat them In this little verse! si IsE fif- m ■ ■ i VIII Ah, my tortoise-shell cat With the large amber eyes, He sits in the corner And looks very wise. Helen Mainrkey, ’30 .• . - �H>emor£ # ��DELPHIC m ■zf 29 EM i THK LEGEND OF WALLOWA In a tiny corner of Eastern Oregon there is today a lake four miles long and one mile wide, and a more beautiful cannot be found. It has an Indian name, Wallowa, meaning clear, deep and full of beauty. All three words describe it. At present, its perfection is somewhat marred by being raised above its normal depth for irrigation purposes; but the first time I saw it, it was surrounded by the white sand which is usually seen only at the ocean beaches. This lake is bounded on two sides by high ridges, on one end by a slight hill and on the other by three beautiful mountains. About twenty-five feet beyond the sandy shore are tall, state­ ly evergreens. Just a mile up the mountain from the lake is a rushing, roaring falls which feeds it. Here nearly one hundred and fifty years ago, was situated Chief Kahgahgee’s village of 1800 Indians. Chief Kahgahgee stood at the head of the lake with his daughter; both were in deep thought. Chief Kahgahgee was indignant. Ayesha had dared suggest to him that it would be a wise thing for him to give her to Wawbeek, the son of a chief whose territory lay around the Minam River. Was his daughter in love with that young brave whose father hated him? Ayesha was already promised to a chief in the Powder River Valley, and promises could not be broken. “No, such can never be. You must marry Adjidaumo before the Moon of Strawberries, which is only twelve days away. I shall send a messenger tonight to tell Adjidaumo that the wedding feasts shall start as soon as he arrives. In the meantime you are not to leave our village without some braves, accompanying you. I will not have you stolen. Go! I have spoken.” Ayesha received this blow as only an Indian would. Not a muscle twitched; her face remained expressionless. Long after her father had left, she stood gazing out over the waters, a solitary figure. Ayesha was a beautiful maiden, and more than one heart knew it. “I shall die first,” she whispered fiercely.. “I cannot marry Adjidaumo. 0 Wawbeek! Where are you? How can I get word to you of this hateful proposal?” Three days passed and still no word from Wawbeek. Late in the af- �DELPHIC was standing, gazing out over ternoon of tlie fourth day, Ayesha again at the other end appeared first one the lake. Coming up over the hill come. At their head Indian and then an^er^”“ °Ve“ ° wasrShe might have loved him had rode Adjidaumo met Wawbeek high in the mountains the night her best she not first _ half starved and so friend had died. The wolves had treed her; she was cold when Wawbeek came, sent by the Great Spirit, it seemed to her to save her life. Since then they had met often at a trystmg p ace ia between the two villages. letting any Silently she slipped back to her wigwam without . , ,of the Vc visiting, Indians see her. There she stayed until it was very daik. As quietly as she came in she went out. A huge bonfire was burning not fai from her wigwam. Could she escape unseen? She tried—and failed. Just as she thought she was safe, a puppy nearby barked so suddenly that she cried out. and immediately the whole village was in an uproar. Ayesha tried to appear innocent—as if she had been playing with the miscievous little pup which had barked at her, but more than one sus­ picious glance was cast in her direction as she marched back into camp laughing and calling to the puppy. Who could have told that under her laughing face lay a heart ready to break? There would be small chance of slipping away now. She would be guarded like a captive. Still she would outwit them. For four days she tried to find a way to escape. Finally she found it. Near her tent there was a small hollow in the ground which ran back about fifty feet into the timber. That afternoon, only four days before her wedding, Ayesha asked to have her tent moved. Her father did not suspect anything, for had not Ayesha been quite cordial to Ad­ jidaumo these last few days? She seemed to have forgotten Wawbeek Soon after nightfall anyone who had been watching closely could have seen a small figure crawling along a light hollow in the ground until out of sight of the village. Then it broke into a run. Ayesha gave a peculiar call and soon Buckskin, her favorite cayuse, was standing at her side. Mile after mile they sped, Buck going always at his tireless canter, across many hills and valleys before she finally came within call of Wawbeek’s camp. Ayesha mutated a coyote twice, then an owl, the lovers’ secret callThree times she repeated it before she heard a drowsy crow reply. \Va'vbeek had heard! Before long Wawbeek was standing beside her. “Ayesha,” he said wonderingly, “where have you been? You hav® not come to our trystmg place for many days. I went every night un ■ast evening, when 1 gave up hope.” �DELPHIC Quickly she told him her story. And even now,” she finished, “they may be pursuing me. beek! what shall I do? 0 Waw- “Ayesha,” Wawbeek answered firmly, “you must go back to them. The eleventh night 1 will come for you, giving three times the distress call of a dove at dusk, so they will suspect nothing. I will leave horses at the foot of the lake. We cannot chance taking them in there where they may be discovered. We will try to reach the Seven Devil Moun­ tains on the Snake River where my father’s brother is chief. I will bring a canoe in case we need to hasten across the lake.” “Across the lake, Across the lake Wallowa? The sacred Lake of Ma niton? “But if we are pursued and caught—it means death for me and a life of misery for you; while Manitou may pity and help us.” “Oh Wawbeek, please don’t let’s do it unless obliged, for Wallowa is sacred and we shall be breaking sacred laws by rowing on it. However, if necessary we can, but we shall probably be followed by misfortune all our lives as a result. When a dove calls, I shall answer if I dare and come immediately. Be at the big tree by Wallowa Falls. And now, farewell. It is unsafe for me to remain longer.” “Farewell, O my heart.” Swift as the wind Ayesha returned to her village, turned her pony loose, circled the camp, and entered from a different direction from the one she had taken in leaving. The whole village was asleep. In an hour would come the dawn. No one had missed her. Sbe slept. Dusk of the evening before the marriage ceremony, somewhere in the forest a dove in distress called once, twice, three times. But no an­ swering call came. Neither did its mate. Ayesha was frantic. A dove in distress had called three times and she had been unable to answer. At her father’s express wish, she was sitting with Adjidaumo in the midst of their people. Some time later the dove called again, once, twice, three times, She must act quickly or not at all. Turning to Adjidaumo she said: “It is strange that the do\e still calls for help. I wonder if I can make it answer.” She gave the answering signal and again came the bird’s sobbing notes. Smiling up at Adjidaumo she asked: “Wouldn’t you like to walk out there and see what is wrong?” Then as several braves started to follow, Oh! can’t we go alone, just you and 1?” she whispered, still smiling. Adjidaumo was delighted. Perhaps she did like him after all! seen. thought she was quite the most beautiful maiden he had ever “Stay here!” he commanded his braves. “If I need you, I will call.” So saying, he and Ayesha started off toward Wallowa Falls where �f l ; DELPHIC 32 she knew that the roar of the water would drown any call he might make for help. He followed her down into the basin which the Falls had dug through the centuries. The moon rose just as he was ready to begin his love making. But something else happened, too. Something hit him on the head, and he felt himself falling—falling—down was the only into a bottomless pit of darkness. “Ayesha! Run! . . . tiling he said. i" yy II I In the village no one noticed that they could hear no cry of a dove. Neither did they notice that some time had elapsed since the departure of Adjidaumo and Ayesha. But just as the moon rose, Adjidaumo’s dog pricked up his ears, whined and trotted out into the darkness, taking the same path as the two had done, Soon, faintly and far away the mournful death howl came floating back on the night breeze. Adji­ daumo’s warriors started up in alarm. Following the dog, which was rushing frantically back and forth as if urging them to hurry, they ar­ rived at the Falls, where they found their chief unconscious. A hasty search for Ayesha proved that she was nowhere near. They hurried back to the village, to tell everyone that Ayesha was gone. A party started in pursuit, Kaligahgee having told them that Ayesha was prob­ ably running away with Wawbeek. Down at the head of the lake, the two lovers saw that they could never escape without using the canoe to row across the sacred Lake Wallowa. “Wawbeek,” Ayesha whispered, going to happen out there.” “Nonsense! You are excited. “I feel that something awful is That is all.” They pushed out on the lake just as many Indians broke into sight. The Indians were dumb-founded. They did not pursue the couple fur­ ther, for if Manitou let them row across his sacred lake in safety, his blessing would be upon them; and if they did not get across safely, Manitou would punish them severely enough. Out in the middle of the lake the maiden gave a startled cry. “Wawbeek! Look!” From the lake rose a huge green-eyed monster which came ever near­ er to the lovers. The people on shore saw it too, and when it went back to the depths, boat and occupants had disappeared. Legend has it that the monster swallowed the canoe and its occupants. sacred fulfilling the doom Manitou ever pronounced on polluters of his waters. kind of a Today no faithful Indian will venture into the lake in any boat. Mary Elizabeth Huron, ’27 �DELPHIC 33 AN APPLE TREE Summer The wind rustled gently through the branches of the old apple tree. The sweet summer-like smell of the waxy pink and white blossoms was caught and wafted away on the breeze, The tree was old and gnarled, but glorified by its summer raiment and the light from the rising sun. For four hundred summers had it stood there with the wind sighing softly through it. Generations had walked beneath its quiet shadow, and still it stood there, as it had stood since even before the time when one of our Puritan ancestors beneath its spreading boughs had knelt and thanked his God for bringing him to a country so beautiful and so free. Slowly the morning became a day; a shepherd passed by, driving his sheep before him; a lone horseman galloped past; a stooped and bent old man plodded slowly on his weary way; and a barefoot boy, with fishing rod across his shoulder, shuffled along in the dust, whistling merrily. Thus were the scenes enacted along the rustic road which wound like a creeping serpent over hill and dale and on its course passed the apple tree. As the sun reached its zenith, the summer’s day became sultry, the morning breeze no longer stirred the blossoms, and droning of bees seemed only to intensify the stillness. Suddenly in a tiny brook, which was almost hidden in the thick, coarse orchard grass, a speckled trout jumped with a little splash. The moment of seeming deadness was gone; a thousand myriad noises possessed the place, where but a moment ago silence had reigned supreme. It was night. A full moon, surrounded by her whole army of followers, like a queen in silver raiment followed by her maids of honor, shed a pure and milky radiance o’er the world. Under the apple tree was fairy­ land; the moon, shining through the blossom-laden boughs, cast its mellow light on the ghost-like daises. Winter The winter’s blast whistled loudly through the bare branches of the apple tree, causing it to sway and creak fantastically. Gone was the old tree’s summer beauty; bent and gnarled with neither spring’s sweet blossoms nor fall’s green leaves to clothe its barren boughs, and yet— snow drifting against the trunk, tiny icicles hanging from the branches, gleaming like precious jewels in the cold, white sunlight—what lovelier sight could one wish? On the sharp, winter air a clatter of sleigh bells was heard, the sedate old judge driving swiftly, amid a flurry of ice and snow, to the day’s work. A group of school boys chattered merrily by, dragging sleds and planning ! �mv. •: f lit 34 ; to go coasting as soon as school was out; but what long weary hours to wait till three! About four o’clock the early winter twilight closed in. In the distance, dimly seen, were the lights of the meeting-house, There came, mellowed and softened by the snow, the rolling of the organ and the harmonious voice of the country choir. Thus the old apple tree stands through summer and winter, fair weather and foul; and so it will continue to stand buffeted by the winds and breezes until some enterprising city swallows it up. Madelon Brodie, T; |! ■ I \m \\ : W 1:1 |! m : Hi r: .«*■ •|| THE LITTLE TOY CAT ?! All tattered and torn, And one-eyed and worn, Sits the little toy cat, with a smile. Though his stuffing is out; He gives never pout. His yarn grin is bright all the while. m i* I DELPHIC I-Ie radiates cheer, Though he has but one ear, And his leg is all ripped up the side. His one eye is gleaming; His sweet smile is beaming So jolly, so friendly, so wide. ; i e; :i i 1 jI His features are spoiled, And his face is so soiled, And his tail is no-one-knows-where, Yet to me lie’s been dear For many a year. To me there’s no toy half so fair. Emma Whitler Johnson, ’28 �35 DELPHIC IN THE PASHA’S GARDEN By H. G. Dwight Dramatized by Dorothy Livesley, SETTING Time—An Evening in April Place—Constantinople 27 CHARACTERS Pasha—Descendant of Sultan Ahmed 111 Helene—Wife of Pasha—a French woman SHABAN—A Servant ZlMBUL Ac HA—A Servant Other Servants Shaban and Zimbul Agha: COSTUMES Blue Russian trousers and long white tunics. Other servants: Red trousers and long white tunics. Pasha: Purple trousers, red Russian boots, a green blouse, bands of various colors around his waist, and a purple turban. Helene: A short, rich, (lark red dress. The skirt is short and full. The blouse has a high collar, and long, very full sleeves. The skirt, collar and sleeves arc edged with a wide band of white fur. Red Russian boots with a band of white fur at top. IN THE PASHA’S GARDEN Scene I The Pasha’s garden. Two big horse-chestnut trees at the foot of a terrace. guarding a fountain that drips in the ivied wall. A thread of water is coming m\s teriously out of the top of the tall marble niche into a little marble basin, from which it overflows by two flat bronze spouts into two smaller basins below. From them the water drips back into a single basin still lower down, and so tinkles its broken way, past graceful arabesques and reliefs of fruit and flowers, into a crescentshaped pool at the foot of the niche. Wicker chairs are scattered hospitably beneath the horse-chestnut tree. (Enter the Pasha and Shaban) Shaban: Shall I wait, my Pasha? Pasha: Is the Madame here? Shaban: She is up in the woods in the kiosque. Pasha: Then do not wait. (Shaban turns to go. Pasha stops him.) Is Ma­ dame alone? Shaban: I think no one is there except Zimbul Agha! Pasha: (speaking to himself) Zimbul Agha! (aloud) Are we dining here. do you know? Shaban: I don’t know, my Pasha, but I will find out. Pasha: Tell them to send up dinner anyway, Shaban. It is such an evening! And just ask Monstafa to bring me a coffee at the fountain, will you? �f 1 I DELPHIC 36 ! (Exit Shahan. Pasha sits in one of the chairs. Enter Shahan again carrying a tray.) Eh, Shahan! It is not your business to carry coffee! Shahan: What is your business is niv business, mv Pasha. Have I not eaten your bread, and your father’s, for thirty years? Pasha: No! Is it as long as that? We arc getting old, Shahan. Shahan: (shaking his head) Wc arc getting old. (Sips Pashas How long is it since you have been to your country. Shahan? the coffee) Shahan: Eighteen months, my Pasha. Pasha: And when are you going again? Shahan: In Ramzan, if God wills, or perhaps next to Ramzan. Wc shall sec. Pasha: Allah! Allah! How many times have 1 told you to bring your people here, Shaban? We have plenty of room to build you a house some­ where, and you could sec your wife and children every day instead | iri ■ ' : . of once in two or three years. Shahan : Wives, wives—a man will not die if he does not see them every day! Besides it would not be good for the children. In Constantinople thc\ become rascals. There arc too many Christians. It is better for a bo> to grow up in the Mountains. Pasha: But wc have a mountain here, behind the house. Shahan: Your mountain is not like our mountains. Pasha: And that new wife of yours? Is it good to leave a young woman like that? Arc you not afraid? Shahan: No, my Pasha, 1 am not afraid. Wc all live together, you know. M> brothers watch, and the other women. Shc is safer than yours. Bcsides, in my country it is not as it is here. Pashas I don’t know why I have never been to sec this wonderful countiy of yours, Shaban. 1 have so long intended to, and 1 never have been. But I must climb my mountain, or they will think I have become a rascal. (He rises from his chair and pats Shaban on the shoulder) ! Shahan: Shall 1 come, too, my Pasha? :7 Pasha: i - ; (interrupting) Zimbul Agha! to Zimbul Agha. (Exit) Zimbul Agha sent word. . • No. you needn’t come, I will explain ■ Scene 11 The kiosque. of the room there door is a fountain. on a cushion beside *1. •*. Helene sits silent and motionless on the divan, At the back is a large doorway opening onto a terrace, Just outside the There is very little furniture in the room, Zimbul is seated the door. Zimbul Agha: (rising) Pleasant be your coming, my Pasha. Pasha: Good evening. You are sitting very quietly here in the dark. -Are there no lights in this place? (Helene remains silent) Zimbul Agha: Did Shaban come, with you? Pasha: No, he said he had a message, but I told him not to come. : :i : i •? I Zimbul Agha: A-ah! But it does not matter with the two of us. (He turns �37 DELPHIC to Helene) Now will you give me the key? (Helene takes no notice) Pasha: What do you mean, Zimbul Agha? That is no way to talk to your mistress. Zimbul Agha: I mean this, my Pasha, that someone is hiding in this chest, and Madame keeps the key. (Pasha looks at the chest on which he has been sitting.) Pasha: What are you talking about? Who is it? A thief? Zimbul Agha: Ah, that 1 don’t know. You must ask Madame. Probably it is one of her Christian friends. But at least, if it were a woman, she would not be so unwilling to unlock her chest for us. (Pasha puts his hands over his eyes and stands silent for a moment.) Pasha: Zimbul Agha, is this your house or mine? I have told you a hundred times that you are not to trouble the Madame or follow her about, or so much as guess where she is and what she is doing. I have kept vou in the house because my father brought you into it; but if I evei hear of you speaking to Madame again, or spying on her. I will send you into the street. Do you hear? Now get out! Zimbul Agha: A man, my Pasha! I beg you! (Servants enter, carrying trays.) \st Servant: Where shall we set the table? Pasha: (turning to Helene) 1 told them to send dinner up here. It has been such a long time since we came. But I forgot about the table. I don’t believe there is one here. Ilelene: No. (Puts her head in her hands.) Zimbul Agha: There is the chest. (Pasha turns as if to strike him. Zimbul goes away in haste) 11 dene: Why not? We can sit on the cushions. (The servants spread the cloth on the chest. Pasha watches them suspiciously.) Pasha: This is the way we used to do when I was a boy. (sits on the cushions) Only then we had little tables six inches high, instead of big ones like this. ilelene: It is rather a pity that we have spoiled all that. Are we any happier for perching on chairs around great scaffoldings and piling the scaf­ foldings with so many kinds of porcelain and metal? After all. they knew how to live—the people who were capable of imagining a place like this. Anl they had the good taste not to fill a room with things. Your grandfather, was it? Pasha: It was my grandfather, the Grand Vizier. They say he did know how to live—in his way. He built the kiosque for a beautiful slave of his, a Greek, whom he called Pomegranate. Helene: Madame Pomegranate! What a charming name! And that is why her cipher is everywhere. See? (She points to the different things in the room, each dimly painted with pomegranate blossoms) One �f i ii DELPHIC 38 li i I ■ i I! ii 8 u : •;- !! ‘ ' ! could be very happy in such a little house, It has an air of being meant for moments. And you feel as if they had something to do with the wonderful way it has faded. But I cannot be a 1 urkish woman long! My legs are asleep. I really must walk about a little. (She walks over to the fountain and looks in. Pasha watches her.) Ilelenc: How mysterious a reflection is! So real that you can t believe that it have disappears for good, How often Madame Pomegranate must But I feel she looked into this pool and yet 1 can’t find her in it. is really there, all the same—and who knows who else? Pasha: They say mirrors do not flatter, but they are very discreet. tell no tales! They Helene:I have been up here a long time and I am rather tired, It is a little cold, too. If you do not mind I think 1 will go down to the house, now, with the servants, You will hardly care to go so soon, for Zimbul Agha has not finished what he has to say to you. Pashas Zimbul Agha! I sent him away. 77elene: Ah, but you must know him well enough to be sure he would not goa?k Let us see. (Clasps her hands and a servant enters.) Will you Zimbul Agha to come here? He is on the porch. Pasha: I will go down with you, it is too late for you to go through the wood? in the dark. Helene: Nonsense! Please do not. Here is the key — (takes it from hit pocket) the key of which Zimbul Agha spoke—the key of Pandora > box. Will you keep it for me, please? (Enter Zimbal Agha) Au revoir. (Exit) Zimbul Agha: Why don’t you go down, too. It might be better. Give me the key and I will do what there is to do. But you might send up Shaban. Pasha: Thank you, Zimbul Agha, but I am not the nurse of Madame, and I will not give you the key. Zimbul Agha: You believe her, this Frank woman whom you had never seen five years ago, and you do not believe me , who have lived in your house longer than you can remember! Pasha: My poor Zimbul, you have never forgiven me for marrying her. Zimbul Agha: My Pasha, you are not the first to marry an unbeliever, nor the last. She is still a Christian. And she is young, too. She has turned the world upside down. Women understand only one thing—to make fools of men. And they are never content to fool one. Pasha: You are right, Zimbul Agha, the world is upside down, But neither you nor any of us made it so. Now, will you please tell me how y°u �39 DELPHIC happened to be up here? The Madame never told you to come. The customs of Europe are different from ours, and she docs not like to have you follow her about. Zimbul A glia: What woman likes to he followed about? I know you have told me to leave her alone. But why was I brought into this house? Am I to stand by and watch dishonour brought upon it simply because you have eaten the poison of a woman ? Pasha: Zimbul Agha, I am not discussing old and new, or this or that, but I am asking you to tell me what all this speech is about. Zimbul Agha: Give me that key and I will show you what it is about. ! Pasha: Can’t you answer a simple question? Zimbul Agha: I came here because it it my business to be here. I went to town this morning. When I got back they told me that you were away and that the Madame was up here, alone. So I came. Is this the place foi a woman to be alone in—a young woman, with men working all about, and I don’t know who, and a thousand hiding places in the woods. (Pasha makes a gesture of impatience.)Well, I came up here, and as I came, I heard Madame You know how she sings the songs of the Franks. I sat down, under the terrace where no one could see me, and I listened. Zimbul Agha: S,,lgmg‘ I I i ■ , And after she had stopped I heard— Pasha: (interrupting) Never mind what you heard. I have heard enough. (places the key in the lock but withdraws it again.) Go down and get Shaban and don’t come back. (Exit Zimbul Agha.) Scene III Same as Scene I. to bury the chest. Pasha and Shaban arc digging a hole in which they are going Pasha: This box (points to the box), Shaban, you sec this box? a trouble to us ,and I am going to bury it. . .; It has become Shaban: It is a pity. It is a very good box. However, you know. Now then! (They place the box in the hole and cover it with dirt). We are old, my Pasha, but we arc good for something yet. I will hide the shovels here in the bushes and early in the morning I will come again, before any of these lazy gardeners are up, and fix it so that no one will ever know. (Exit Shaban.) Pasha: “Yon rising Moon that looks for us again— How oft hereafter will she wax and wane, How oft hereafter rising look for us Through this same Garden—and look for one in vain!” u ■.. $ '' �i : 40 delphIc Summer Has Come Summer has come! Summer has come! Now how do you think I know it? The birds in the orchard Are singing so sweetly— They make you feel as if you completely Were out of this world, in some far-off heaven, By some deep, blue lake, With fairies a’dancing, as if they would make— So merry they’d never stop prancing! And then when you come to your senses again, And find that you’ve fallen Asleep o’er your pen— And discover that twilight has fallen upon you— You know that summer has come. IIelen Malarkey, ’30 �WHY I THINK IT IS RIDICULOUS TO DIET People, especially women, think that it is absolutely necessary to be thin, in fact, too thin. Not only have some suffered, but others have caused their deaths by dieting. One of our most admired movie actresses because she dieted. She ate very little. She wished to be the weight<lied she had contracted to be to play her part, and because of this, she was undernourished. A dis­ ease set in which slowly killed her. Do you want t0 be l,lumP a»f! healthy and live, or be unhealthy and hungry and die? 1 want to be plump and healthy! A stout lady, of whom I have heard, wished to be pretty, and she decided to reduce. She didn’t wish to spend a long time dieting. She went to the extreme, and took only orange juice for two weeks. Losing flesh so fast made her skin, which was arranged to cover a larger surface, hang about her face. She went around with a pale, sickly look for a long time. Do you think it made her more beautiful to diet? Not in my opinion! Besides these people with will power, who will keep their resolutions, there are others who diet for a day or two. They then eat a great deal, intending to wear it off. 1 once knew a girl who wanted to be thinner. She decided to stop eating all fattening foods. A few days after she made this resolution, she went to a dinner party. She thought that it would be all right to eat the potatoes and dumplings this time, because she hadn’t eaten them the (lav before. She ate them then. Almost every day some little thing came up like that. She would eat three times as much of it, because of some little thing she had not eaten the day before. Do you think she was going to get thin? Well, she didn’t. A few years ago a plump lady saw an advertisement in the paper about a doctor who could make people thin in one treatment. The advertisement instructed the people to come to the doctor’s office where he Would treat them. Then in a short time they might hope to lose weight. Now the lady thought it would be very much eafer t0 t'lln 111 one treatment, than it would to go without the foo s s le 1 {e . time. She went to the doctor. He gave her a pill to take " c 1 a he taken in his office. Some weeks after she was fcldedIy about it. and she told one ot hei The lady was very enthusiastic of mind, when she went P'ump friends. Now this friend had the l““nstead of swallowing it. her it contahmdmi intestinal worm. S^ie'lmd th^pill^aiialyzed^ and found that °o you think it paid the firstlady *’ ”^uld put before you of people These are not the only examples t health> made themselves who, by trying to reduce, have mjuie PUimper, unattractive, or even causedIt ien ' peopie to try to Do you think it does any good to the majo Blanche Coe, ’30 reduce? I think it is ridiculous! �I 42 ■ !; . 1 DELPHIC PARSNIPS i I have just made a wonderful discovery! I have found a “raison d’etre” for parsnips. I The question of why parsnips are has puzzled me for some time, and in my search for logical solution I have considered many possibilities. The first of these was that parsnips were invented as a punishment. Everyone realizes that they are a great trial to small children forced to eat them by stern parents. However, spinach serves this purpose quite as well, so in this first case the vegetable under consideration is superfluous. The next idea that occurred to me was that perhaps they were good for the complexion. However, after considering the complexion of a maiden aunt of mine who is so queer that she actually likes parsnips and eats them often, 1 decided against them as a beauty aid. In this manner I pondered many and various theories to no avail. In my mind parsnips were still the most useless vegetables. And then— I chanced to read the little paragraph in a magazine which gave me the key to the solution of my problem. A young boy, so the article stated, volunteered his services to a magi­ cian. This magician had a favorite trick in which he forced his assistant to eat a tallow candle. The candle was first passed to members of the audience, so that they might observe its authenticity, and was then re­ turned to the skilled performer. By sleight of hand he substituted for it a candle made of cooked parsnips which had been passed through a pipe in order to acquire the right shape. And that, to my mind, answers very nicely, dear friends, the question of why parsnips are. Mavis Hedberg, ’27 “AN EDUCATED HEART” i jf [i il. •? He asked her if she loved him— She turned her head away; “I love her for her modesty”— The youth was heard to say; Again he asked the question— She promptly answered, “No!” “I love her for her honesty— She loves me well, I know.” Helen gray Gatens, 27 11 S ! •! U h �DELPHIC 43 OUR DAY WITH THE TAJ MAHAL January, 1927. It was from a decorative lodge on Jahangiri Palace, in the early morn­ ing, that we first caught sight of the Taj Mahal. We had stepped out above the moat, to escape the crowd and the monotones of the Moham­ medan guide who was leading our party of students about “The Fort”. Just below us a camel train ambled by in the shade of a row of dust-laden trees, above which the mauve morning haze was beginning to lift. Through that veil a shape thrust itself upon my consciousness, so dim that only the high light in the dome was visible, The pearly shadow became complete in the distance, and for a moment, perched there alone, above the tree-tops, we had that vision to ourselves. Later in the day we saw The Light of the Palace, the Taj Mahal, framed in an arched doorway of the red sandstone gate, as it stood waiting for us at the far end of a fountained waterway. It was as I had longed to see it dazzling white- -balanced perfection. Not peaceful in the glitter of the mid-day sun—but real, and not a dream. During the afternoon my sister and I left the guide, with his statis­ tics, and went about by ourselves, studying the inlaid designs on the saicophagi—vine-like borders, in which we found dark green jade, bum orange camelian—blue lapis lazulae and many unfamiliai yellows anc browns. We traced with our fingers the outlines of the marble filagree screens, patterned from lilies and poppies—and looked closely at the )as relief of the wall panels. Up a set of winding unlighted stairs we stumble to a platform in a minaret, where we were on a level with the dome_ Be­ low us on the parched banks of the Jumna River, grain was diying. a ei Buffaloes were being urged into the muddy water by shouting baks. e laughter of women carrying tall water jars on their heads came up to us. On the wide foundations of the Tai itself, we watched a medley, a confusion of races: Mohammedan women covered from crown to toe in stitt white robes; men with cashmir shawls wound round them, orange, pea­ cock blue and magenta; a proud nobleman, with a large turban, accompanied by several servants; and among them our own students, awed beyond recognition. And there we rested, Mary Ray and I alone together. It was still later when the sun was only an hour high, that we had the view which was worth coming 19,000 miles to see. The gardens were already in the shadow, the light on the minarets and the dome itself changed to a soft glow. •_Gone now was the startling glitter, the sharp shadows, the deep contrasts. Instead it was as though a curtain of softest shimmering gauze, the tint of rose quartz had been dropped between us and the building, giving to it the shades seen in a Golden Ophir rose. Other gauze curtains dropped, a turquoise one tinned all the shadows to amethyst—an indigo one changed the sky to sapphire. From where I sat on the corner of the fountain—the cypress trees looked like Mohammedan women, shrouded in black garments, bowing in adoration. All conver- �44 i'-' delphic stilled, so that the beauty sation ceased; even the ripples in the pool were We watched together, In­ dlan'prince anf^SsrTtn'ntrEnglish Missionary and American atuflent a other curtains fell, amethyst and silver, gold and sapph.re-rapdent as othe^ ^ ever deepening until only shadows were idly now, so the shadows are covered, only visible. Layer on layer of darkness-even ^ ^ ^ ^ over the the arched entrance way is now tombs there shines the silver lamp, which sends its glow to us as we reahze the final curtain has fallen and rouse ourselves to return to realities. Ilylah E. Fraley, ’20 Aegean Sea, January 29, 1927. This letter is to be written on paper from Cairo, in the Aegean Sea, about Palestine, and mailed in Constantinople. Of the enclosed flowers, the marigold is from the garden beside the Garden, and the violet was picked in the garden of Gethsemane by an old Franciscan monk. Of all the Holy Places we saw during our three days in Jerusalem, the Garden Tomb and the Gethsemane were the most com­ forting in that they had the most possibility of authenticity. The ground around the former is owned by an English committee, a member of which guided one through and explained how the empty stone sepulchre might be the genuine one. After all the gaudy decorations, and disharmony between creeds evident in the “exact spots” of the other Holy sepulchre, and the Church of the Nativity, the quiet peace of this garden-surrounded tomb was comforting. The same was true of the other garden. An ex­ quisite, dignified chapel has been built next to it by the Franciscans. While we were there one of the order was playing on the organ, whose soft notes drifted out to the garden where some dozen ancient gnarled olive-trees stood surrounded by beds of sweet violets and rosemary. So peaceful and alone, away from the bustle and dirt of the near-by city. Not the exact spot, perhaps, but possible, at least symbolical. Many friends were bitterly disappointed in Jerusalem—I think they expected to find it exactly as it was 2000 years ago. To me it was the most picturesque and interesting city we have yet visited. And so anuliar. The steep streets, the flowing costumes, the barren hills, and H.le p1Ve ,le?S\ Mixed in with the biblical atmosphere the remnants of e Crusaders influence and the present dominance of the Moslems. By somethinp- Tnet 2he "ndying hatred of °«e Of the guides by asking him He advised ,„e to 2jd£ °f ^ NaUvity which he cou,d not ansWe''' some and when I told him I had and that was why I asked, he glared and continued the rest of the trip to go out of his way to glare. The five Oregon glrl8’ Wlth some 300 others, stayed at the Notre Dame de France, a hospice run by a French order whose name I could not find out. We ate in Caye refractory and slept in tiny little rooms, but the �----- : DELp hIc 45 food was excellent and the beds gorgeous, Our waiters chauffeurs, who put on white jackets at meal times. were the native Arabic and pigeon French. Whenever we asked for Ours spoke only something he did not understand, he brought us a jug of hot milk, whether we asked for more turkey or for honey. The. three _ .days we spent in Palestine were Preceded without a rest by five in Egypt. On every one of those days we “sightsaw” 12 hours at the least. Also it was the first cool weather we had seen since we left the tropics, so it seemed cold to us. Consequently over half the people on the trip are bowled over by colds or fatigue. I succumbed to both, but by tomorrow shall be ready for more sight seeing. Part of .my fatigue and Mary Ray’s too came from our scramble up to the top of the Great Pyramid. We over-exerted ourselves by doing it too rapidly, but the view of brown desert and green valley from the summit was worth it. Anyway we did it. I must follow the nurse’s orders to sleep a lot. Hylah Fraley The Johnny-Jump-Up l In the morning of the spring You pop your bright head up. And we are so glad to see you, Young Johnny-Jump-Up. And as soon as you’ve arisen You give a joyous call: “Awake—Awake! spring flowers, Awaken one and all.’ 2 Come, the sun is shining, Arise, and make your beds. Don’t you know earth’s waiting, You little sleepy heads. Here you all come trooping Now the fun will stait. Do not think of drooping, ^ Come, and take your part.Helen Malarkey, ’30 ' , �I 46 DELPHIC WHAT PRICE—CANDY? ■ , il! il ;. ; it;; \] Waiting in a dentist’s office is an excellent example of prolonged agony, but just the same we dread to see the door open that leads into that fatal room. One surely cannot gain much conosolation from the other patients that are waiting with you. For it always seems as if they were not going to be hurt half as much as you. Perhaps one of these will be greatly absorbed in looking out of the window, wondering if those specks of people, twelve stories below, ever have tooth-aches. Another will be sitting, with his hands before him and a painted expression on his face, trying to read the wording of the doctor’s certificate of dentistry and sincerely hoping that he deserved it. I for one am trying, in vain, to become interested in an article in the “Dental Clinic”. The article, I might add, is titled “How to Prevent Tooth Decay.” I have just learned that four out of five have cavities. I realize that I am included in the unfortunate group of four. I resolve thereby to brush my teeth more regularly after this and never again to give myself up to a dentist. At least not till next year. It seems that it wouldn’t hurt half so much in a year from now. But then, the door has opened—a terror-stricken human comes out. It is all too visible what he has gone through. He is followed by a nurse in white. All three of us who have been waiting become tense as we listen for the verdict. I, for one, feel doomed. The nurse smiles sweetly, and announces to me, “The doctor will take you now.” I limply lay aside my magazine and follow her in, looking back en­ viously on the two remaining, as the door closes. J. Applcgath. *29 >• Hi . ) :.t Til —; r * . A- MY ARGOSY It is my faery fantasy That when I sleep I am borne away, Over the moon-silvered midnight sea, On the wings of the wind in my argosy. My treasure-ship holds a wondrous store, Dreams of last night, and the nights before; And always I’ve added a little bit more By the time I’ve sailed back to the daytime shore. K. Deborah Ball, 27 �DELPHIC 47 SAM SEN There is, in a certain country, a very crooked little by-way known to the foreign colony as Lantern Street, so named because of the innu­ merable huge Chinese lanterns hanging in front of the little pawn-shops, fruit stores, before the big gates of some wealthy merchant’s compound, and the little doors, which are perhaps the back entrances to some even wealthier merchants or some prince’s garden, or may be even the front entrances. What matter how the interior looks? Up and down this street there is an endless line of peddlers shouting their wares in a melodious sing-song, yellow-robed priests going silently upon their ways, coolies, with large bales slung suspended from bamboo poles on their shoulders, singing to make their burdens seem lighter. Here walk dandies dressed in the brightest colors, carrying gold-headed, crystalwood walking-sticks, young girls dressed in silk or linen, old men and women dressed in somber black or dark blue. Here also the beggar is found, professional, down-and-out, and the leper. In one of the gardens behind an iron gate a young, beautiful Chinese girl, clad in soft, lovely silks was walking, her bound feet softly tapping the earth. Sam Sen was the daughter of a wealthy Chinese, The next day Wo Hon was coming from the north to claim his bride. But Sam Sen did not love this noble, whose seventh wife she was to be. She loved Bon Soon, the son of another but poorer noble. Hence she was lingering in the garden. A sudden noise startled her and she turned to face her lover. He took her in his arms and held her for many moments. “Bon Soon, tomorrow I must marry the man of my father’s choice. Good-bye!” “Sam Sen!” “Bon Soon!” She had gone, albeit reluctantly. But must not an obedient daughtei obey her honorable father’s command? j\Iade/on Brodie, ’29 DEAD DAY Along the distant mountain side The grim, blue shades of evening creep; The monarch Night supplants the Day, That lies in everlasting sleep. Helen-Gray Gatcns, ’27 �I 1 ; -j : :I SI 1 48 DELPHIC DIARY OF A MODERN NOVEL I am a modern novel. To say that I enjoy the position is untrue, even though I do receive an occasional thrill. JUNE 1—I know this is the beginning of a long, hard summer. Mrs. Jamison brought me home today, and I was hurriedly placed beneath a pile of pillows on her chaise lounge. JUNE 3—This is the first day I’ve been out of my hiding place; I was just tucked out of sight, with a dog ear on page 53, when Mr. Jamison came in the room. JUNE 4—Someone rudely snatched me away from Marion, the daughter of the house. It proved to be Mr. Jamison, who said she shouldn’t read books like me. Marion found me again. She had just reached the place about the hero’s fiery black eyes, when I was forced under a mattress. I undergo innumerable hard-ships. JUNE 9 Marion had just reached the end of chapter ten, when Don. her elder brother from college, borrowed me. Marion traced me to a disorderly stuffy dresser drawer of neckties, and a royal battle followed. Mr. and Mrs. Jamison came in. Mr. Jamison took my battered form away from the youngsters and asked whose property 1 was. Would you believe it, no one claimed me? So here I lie, alone, sad and unwanted. I’m afraid no one will ever discover that the poor hero turned out to be a million­ aire in disguise! Jean Morrison, ’29 MT. HOOD 1 ; . : Huge, majestic, dignified, cold Mt. Hood stands impassive among the green pine trees which surround her base. She, seeing all, and knowing a great many things which man himself is unable to solve, remains silent, never disclosing a secret. She smiles a cold, grim smile when reflecting that humanity would give a great deal to know where unfortunate ones are, who have started out to climb her perilous sides and never returned. Oh, that is her secret—her’s alone! She laughs to herself when she sees how weak and helpless are the mortals who every year try to reach the summit. If she should start her white blanket sliding, or open a large crevice, the tenderfoot would be powerless within her grasp. She is ruler over her domain, and no one can rob her of it! Many years has she been there, and many years will she stay! Surely not anyone weaker than herself! She chuckles when she thinks, “I am invincible. I can crush in­ significant man. I am ruler here.” �DELPHIC 49 BEANS’MORALS Beans was ten months old. He was not very big, but he knew he was very strong. Hadn’t his mistress, Mrs. Brown, told him so every time lie had carried the doormat into the neighbor’s front yard? She told him several other things, but he doesn’t care to have them mentioned. He knew his mistress was very found of him foi* he had heard her say that he wasn’t bad for such a young dog. She was too busy with the baby, Nancy, to make much of a fuss over him, unless you refer to the kind of a fuss resulting from a trip over a freshly washed floor when his feet were anything but clean. ;• . !j! i • i The baby was his most devoted companion. Together they inspected the lawns every day. One morning Mrs. Brown was busy indoors, She did not worry for Nancy had never left the front yard. However, on this morning Nancy felt that she was not being watched and decided to take advantage of the occasion. She walked straight to the opening in the hedge and went through it. Beans barked, There was no response. He followed baby. Straight to the edge of the lily pond, Nancy went. Beans knew that there was danger in the water. He barked again. He realized something must be done at once, Sneaking behind Nancy so as not to frighten her, he caught hold of the child’s skirts. 1-Ie held fast until the mother summonded by the screams of the child, whose fun had been spoiled, arrived. After that Beans was a highly honored member of the family. Why, he did not know. Wouldn’t any human want to save his best friend? Mary Malarkey, '27 i ; * I ! i : : ' l NOVEMBER WINDS Through autumn groves in wanton joy, Like plunderers of ancient Troy— The shrieking winds of winter pass In mad adventure—to destroy; ' ; ' ; Screaming vandals lash the air With whips of steel that strip and tear The rainbow drapes from shrub and tree— And leave them trembling, gaunt and bare! Helen-Gray Gatens, ’27 L : : ■ i ■ : v; ■ . : �.Hi i I'f 50 ! f 11 ; DELPHIC THE SEA AT SUNRISE I had often heard people speak of the gorgeous view one could get if one stood on the very top of Jockey Cap rock, but until this morning I had never realized its exceeding beauty. The sea beat heavily against the rocks; far below me the huge white capped waves seemed to tear the ground from beneath my feet, only to fall back again to splash and whirl among the smaller rocks, then die away in calm glory. I raised my eyes from the shore line to look out toward the horizon. The ocean was a deep gray green that became less colorful as it neared the place where sea and sky seemed one. A gray mist clouded the sky in a heavy fog; yet through it all shone the sun in a lustrous golden glory, leaving tiny shimmering patches of light on the great expanse of water. I waited patiently, watching this huge ball of fire as it rose higher and higher in the heavens; the mist was clearing; blue began to show through the patches of gray, and though this same color was reflected in the water, the sea became a different color, changing from gray-green to a deep blue. Then it cleared and the sun rose in all its red glory. It shone on the waters making them transparent in a shining light. The waves were less massive, so it seemed, and rose and fell m unison against the rocks and beach. Then, to my surprise and delight, a ship appeared on the horizon, its white sails alone visible in the cold morning sunlight. It seemed but a tiny speck moving slowly on toward its destination. 1 realized than that man is so small, so insignificant, so unimportant, in comparison with the mighty sea. ! .»*■ Elizabeth Berger, 30 LONGINGS ! ' il si 1 Hlil • ■ ; 5 I long to ride upon the raging wind In its triumphal sweep across the sky, To feel the coolness of the deep, moist clouds That scatter as I swiftly pass them by— To see the light feet of my fearless steed Plough up the waters of the shoreless seas, To feel my high soul, of my body freed, Ride on above the darkness of the trees That bend at our approach. 1 long to watch strange waters of the north Part, black, with lace-white foam, before my prow— I long to stand upon the barren tops Of hills that distance purples for me now— To see below me stretched the vast, flat plain Of humdrum life, strangely remote and far— To feel my soul, released from bond and chain, Fly upward toward one, silent, silver star, Soaring without reproach. K. Deborah Belli, ’27 �i ■ DELPHIC 51 RIDING IN A CROWDED STREET CAR Have you ever ridden in an overfull street car? I can tell you that I certainly have! Coming home after Christmas shopping, the cars are usually jammed full of others who have been making a few last minute purchases. On one such occasion, when I was grasping the strap tightly and vainly striving to maintain my equilibrium, I chanced to land, and I will say none too softly, on the toe of a portly, elderly lady. She gave me a malignant glance, and then, the car giving a lurch, I spun across the aisle and collided with an old gentleman, knocking his parcels right and left. I could feel myself blushing furiously, so I decided to go in search of a more favorable location. As I pushed my way through the crowded aisle, I could just feel the scornful glances of the passengers. The strain had become too much for the box of candy which I had purchased, and the bottom corner fell out, followed swiftly and furiously by my choice delicacy, caramels. All I could do was stand and gape at them, until I realized that the whole car was laughing at me in my pitiful plight. I could bear it no longer, which fact resulted in my leaning ovei one of the seats, signifying that I was going' to get off. This added to my horde of misfortunes, as I knocked a lady’s hat off in the attempt. Finally, managing to stumble down the aisle without further mishap, I stood at last on the back platform, waiting for the car to come to a halt, three below my own station. I looked neither to the right, nor the left, but, making a last effort to recover my lost dignity, I packed my parcels in the corner of one arm, and lifted my skirts a trifle to enable me to step off the cai. This proved utterly fatal, and just as my back was turned on the passengers, I heard a dull thud, as the lettuce, which I had purchased at the market for mother, went rolling over by the conductor, The latter make a mocking salute and presented me with the lettuce, holding it gingerly between themb and finger. “Love sends a little gift of cabbage,” he murmured with assumed ferver. I grabbed my lettuce and leaped off the car. Oh, how I hated that conductor! Have you ever ridden on a crowded street cai ? Don’t! �I ' ' !: 52 DELPHIC I’M JUST A LONELY FRESHMAN! 1 ! ;; I I’m just a lonely Freshman, And I’ve gone to school a year, I had hoped to be a Sophomore, But won’t get that far, I fear. I have slaved with French and Science, I have burned the mid-night oil, But for all my grind and labor, I’ve no credit for my toil. i 4\ I cut my thumb in Science, In Gym I broke my nose, At night I have to study, So 1 don’t see any shows. I’ve spent my time in study, Getting lessons as they come, But I’ve no showing for my work, I must be rather dumb. I have plenty of ambition, I have no lack of will, 1 always get my lessons, But I’m a Freshman still! Doris Bailey, '29 THE ANCIENT FIRS The ancient firs like pillars stand, In splendor fair as Rome— Enwrapped in mystic solitude Beneath an azure dome. Helen-Gray Gatens, ’27 �! 53 DELPHIC , 5 ; STubenile ;. i II : i ) THANKSGIVING DAY First let us look at the name of this celebrated holiday. Thanks­ giving- Day! What does it mean to most of us? Perhaps nothing more than turkey and cranberry sauce, But what should it mean? ' This: A day set apart from every other day to offer our thanks to God for his kindness during the year, In the minds of the majority on this sacred day that thought never enters. Why? Chiefly, because people are indifferent often without meaning to be, and sad to say to the Infinite. How may this great mistake be remedied? How may the spirit of patriot­ ism and godly fear be established in the hearts of Americans? There is only one way. This way is open to everyone who will follow it. And the key to this accomplishment is gratitude. First gratitude to God for our many comforts, and secondly to the Pilgrims, the founders of our country. When this gratitude is felt, and when every man and woman in the nation gains the spirit of Thanksgiving, then truly these brave pioneers will not have died in vain. R t : II: ; Agnes Gordon, I'll Grade r.-i & �DELPHIC 54 A SURPRISE CHRISTMAS GIFT Out of doors It was the night of Christmas, and such a night it was. snowing and the wind was blowing cold and strong. it was A little, tiny, baby kitten was creeping along in the street. When it came to a certain house, it tried to climb upon the sidewalk, but it could not do so. By and by it got up, and it crept onto the front porch, Somehow it got in, I cannot tell how though. Inside the house it was warm, and a fire burned on the hearth. The next morning when the little girl woke up, she found the kitten by her on the bed. Look! Look!” she cried, ‘‘See the baby kitten I found Yes,” said her mother, ‘‘I found it last night and by me on the bed!” put it by your bed for a Christmas gift.” “Mother, I am going to name it Christinas,” said the little girl. i * 4 4 Dorothy Jane Furnish, II th (.trade .**■ DAWN It was morning bright and early, The birds were on the wing. A meadow-lark in the old maple tree Was just beginning to sing. The sun was rising over the hill, The meadows were pearled with dew. ’Twas just beside the old wind-mill Where the stream was rainbow blue. The little vine-covered cottage With flowers of every kind Made the sweetest, dearest, and quaintest Little place you could ever find. ’Twas sad that I had to leave it And go through Life’s weary ways; But oft now when sitting and thinking I dream of my childhood days. Frances E. Barbour, VIIth Grade i I ii ���DELPHIC 55 OLD GIRL NOTES Jean Muir (’23), who has spent the fall and winter in Europe, has returned to this country and is now in Florida. Elva Mervy (’21), who taught at the Hall last year, is now studying at the Sorbonne in Paris. Mrs. Harry Claire (Mary Helen Spaulding, ’19) has a baby daughter, Mary Frances. I-Iylah Fraley (’20) and her sister, Mary Ray (’24), have returned from a trip around the world with the S. S. Ryndam Student Tour. Mrs. Walter P. Ramsey (Janet House, ’21), who lives in Bremerton, is a frequent visitor in Portland. Virginia Pittock (’22) and her sister, Marjory ( ’25), are at the Uni­ versity of Washington. They are planning to travel abroad this summer. Marjory spent last year in Florence, Italy. Grace Caveness (’20) is the physical director in a school in Everett, Washington. Jessie Smith (’20) is working in the Portland Public Library. Frances Cornell (’22) is working in a doctor’s office. Evelyn Thatcher (’21) has recently been married to Douglas Nicol. Maria Wilson (’26) is at Mills College. Nancy Chipman (’26), Katherine Hart (’24), and Margaret McCall (’26) are at Reed College. Helen Spencer (’26) is at Castilleja. Dorothy Mautz (’26) and Celeste Proctor (’25) are now at I-IoltonArms, Washington, D. C. Evelyn Meyer (’25), recently returned from abroad, is now at Wel­ lesley. Helen Abbott is doing Post Graduate work at Allen’s and Naida Plum­ mer, at Washington High School. Julia Smith (’26) is taking a business course in Portland. Mrs. Walter E. Holman (Janice Parker, ’21) has a baby son, Walter Edward, Jr. Virginia Edwards, class of ’22, took the leading part in an Operetta given at Wellesley College this spring. Mary Mildred Reynolds, Elizabeth Allyn, Eleanor Poorman, Virginia Coke, Caulean Creath, Margaret Hall, Helen Hembree, Phyllis Henningsen, Louise Hosch, Elizabeth Martin, Helen Peters, and Elizabeth McIntosh, �! .»I 56 DELPHIC graduates of 1926, and Mayann Sargent, Catherine Martin, Lillian Bennett, all 1925 graduates, are at the University of Oregon. Mrs. J. Robert Cowman, Jr.. (Helen Holmes, ’22) has a baby son, J. Robert, III. Cornelia Ireland (’25) received the highest grades in the Freshman Class at the University of Washington. B i Mrs. David Solis-Cohen, Jr., (Anabelle Bates, ’22) has a baby son, Bates. Of last year’s seniors, May Belle Allen, Muriel Barde, Cornelia Ireland, Elizabeth St. Claire, Eleanor Williams, and Catherine Van Schuyver are at the University of Washington. Elbertine Adams, a graduate of 1925, is there also. i i ii !<i , I: H': is !i �1 DELPHIC 57 ! ATHLETICS i 1 i • <E There has been more interest shown in athletics this year than ever before. When school opened, nearly everyone signed up for basketball and our new sport, volleyball. This sport will be continued next year with a greater interest, as many of the girls had never played before. Since Mrs. Knapp, our instructor, has consented to stay all but two periods every week, everyone may join in our athletics. ! • BASKETBALL After a month and a half of strenuous practice, the teams were chosen as follows: Center Side Center Forwards Guards Center.................. Side Center Forwards Guards........... FIRST TEAM ................................... Helen Loomis ................................. Frances Loomis Jane Cullers and Mary Alice Meyer Mary Malarkey and Geraldine Kirby SECOND TEAM ....... .... ....... ................... 1... Jean Knapp ................................Imogen Wentworth Josephine Smith and Elizabeth Hawkins ......Helen Adelsperger and Catherine Swan There were so manw fine players this year that eveiy class except the Sophomore had two teams. The first game of the season was played with the faculty on March 9. We finally won but the teachers put up a valiant fight and we fought hard for every point. Their line-up included nearly all the teachers on the staff. After the game, the two teams had chocolate and cookies. Then came the Reed games. The first was played here, and the score - �r del phic 58 Our new yell leader, Elaine Hickman, SJlTgr^uSlXpWtand put lots of “pep” into the game. The next game was played at Reed College and it was a very excitaudience yelled itself hoarse when the final score ended ing game. The Everyone appreciated the good sportsmanship of with 26-6 in our favor, games with them in the future. the Reed girls, and we hope to play more Class Basketball games were then played; the first was played on March 9 between the Freshmen and Sophomores. The teams were evenly The final score a week later ended with56-4 hWavor ofThe Freshmem ^The Seventh and Eighth grades played this year and there is good material in both grades for future use. The Eighth grade won by four baskets. The Seniors won in the JuniorSenior game by a score of 11-22. The Basketball season ended with the most thrilling game of the season, namely, the Boarder-Day game. Eyeryone put utmost energy into the game and the score ended with 18-24 in the Day’s favor. TENNIS Tennis seems to be a very popular game this year. There were 64 entries in the Seniors’ Tournament alone. The winner of the Senior Cup given by Mrs. Cullers was Sally Cannon. The Junior Cup given by Mrs. Martin, which is kept for a year by the winner, was won by Jane Dutton. The Beginners’ Cup given by Mrs. Malarkey was won by Helen Malarkey. The most thrilling game of all was the Day-Boarder Doubles Tournament. The winners, Jane Cullers and Sally Cannon, were presented with two cups given by all the girls who played in the tennis sets. BASEBALL This game is, without doubt, the most popular of all. We are all working hard now to get ready for our Class games, There is such splendid material to choose from that it is very tdifficult to decide the two teams, but we shall have many fine substitutes! BOARDERS ACTIVITIES There have been than „q1loi tw; t>m0re Sports in tlle Boarding Department this year than usual. Dunng the winter months, the Boarders went twice a week to the ice-skating rink and enjoyed an hour or two on the ice with a few tumbles, each time, thrown in for good measure. Every Monday, a party of girls go riding and are now enthusiastic' ally practicing circus-riding. Now we are looking forward Friday afternoon as it means an hour’s swim at the “Nat”. Perhapstosome day one of us may swim the Channel. �DELPHIC v‘v' Doubles idirmers V, firmer \ r;i 1: v . ! ■;■ ' ����DELPHIC (t 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. SCHOOL DAYS” St. Helen’s Hall “Idolizing” “Baby Face” ...................... “Horses” .............................. “Close Your Eyes” ............ “Precious” .......................... “That’s Why I Love You” “Me Too “Waffles” ....... “What Can I Say After I Say I’m Sorry? “Lucky Day” “Here I Am”........................ “But I Do, You Know I Do “Animal Crackers “Adios” ................. “Give Me To-day and You Can Have Tomorrow”. < < Breezin’ Along With the Breeze” J* i ; 10. 11. 12. 13. 14. 15. 16. 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 yy “Just a Little Bit Bad”...“Moonlight On the Ganges” “That’s My Girl” . “Deep Henderson “Up and At ’em” . “Remember” ...... “What Did I Do to You?”....... “Ting a Ling”............................... “I Never Knew”...... .....-.............. “Tea For Two (Too Many)”... “The Prisoner’s Song” ........... “Sweet Southern Breeze”........ “Who?” ....... ................. .............. What’ll I Do?”........................ “The Student Prince” ............. . “A Little Bunch of Happiness”. 11 61 ? ? ? Caught with rouge The Horse Show Lights Out Money Candy from Home Voters for a Taxi Breakfast ...... Bumping Into Sister .......A Special Back From Vacation ...... Excuses ....... Freeburg’s The Spanish Class .......... An Unprepared Essay ..... The Boarders During the Fifteen Minutes before Chapel ........... Skipping Chapel ........... Missionary Society ........... Partners for Church ........ Elizabeth Henderson ........... Basketball ........... The Graduates ........... Roommates ........ The Rising Bell ... .... ....Another Excuse The Teacher’s Tea By the Boarders The Open Window ...The Guilty Girl Not Dressed for Dinner .......A Hill Boy ....Bag of Popcorn H. Love, ’27 �62 DELPHIC Mr. Rutherford: What is a caterpillar? Kemerar: An upholstered worm. They sat on the porch together, he and she. lie held her in his arms talking in a low and tender voice, while the moon shone gently on them. Now and again he broke into song, low, musical, and sweet. But all of a sudden he stopped singing. The very air seemed charged with feeling. He bent over the girl and looked into her eyes. Then he yelled: “Min, for the luva Mike, come here and put this kid to sleep.” “Paw,” began little Lester Livermore, who is of unusual width betwixt the eyes, “if a man 50 years old marries a girl of 17, and son age 25 marries the girl’s mother, doesn’t that make the old man the son-in-law of his own son and the father-in-law of himself? And—say, Paw! Can I go to the picture show if I don’t ask any more questions?” “Yes,” yelled Mr. Livermore. Signor: “ I’m going to serenade you tonight.” Signorita: “Yes, do, and I’ll throw a rose at you.” Signor: “In a mad moment of love? Signorita: “No, in a flower pot.” Judge: “You are charged with shooting squirrels out of season.” Man: “Your honor, I shot them in self defense. }9 The height of hard luck in Grandad’s day was to get a hair cut just before an Indian massacre. Em: She sings like a sailor. En: How do you mean? Em: Rolls on the high C’s. “Where were you last night?” “I went to a wooden wedding.” “What do you mean, wooden wedding?” “Why, two Poles were being wedded.” “The time will come,” said the speaker, “when woman will get men’s wages.” Yes, piped a little man in the audience, “next Saturday night.” A little fellow left in charge of his tiny brother called out, “Mother, won’ t y°11 Please speak to baby? I-Ie’s sitting on the flypaper and there’s a lot of flies waiting to get on.” �DELPHIC 63 A History Quiz That Would Be Hard To Pass 1. Where was the Boston Tea Party? 2. When was the War of 1812? 3. How long was The Hundred Years War? 4. Name one of the participants in The French and Indian War. 5. Who was George Washington, the first president of the United States? 6. Name the two men who debated in the Lincoln-Douglas debates. 7. Why is Santa Claus not mentioned in the American history books? 8. In what year was the Compromise of 1850 passed? 9. Is this statement correct?—In 1492 the Pacific and Atlantic oceans were joined by railway. 10. The Kansas-Nebraska Bill affected what two states? Catherine Sivan, ’28 We editors may dig and think Till our finger-tips are sore, But some poor girl is sure to say I’ve heard that joke before. Can you imagine— No one the deficiency list? Class dues paid on time? All Seniors dignified? No one going to the dentist on Friday afternoon? English IV agreeing? People begging to advertise in the Delphic? A Boarder'turning down a week-end to study for a quiz? Lower classmen obeying the Seniors? Everyone showing up at a class meeting? No one in Room IV 7th period? J. M. running out of excuses? Volley-ball a silent game? Mary Alice Meyer, ’27 Jane Cullers, 27 D. D.: “Tell me, dunkey doodle, what is kale?” D. D.: “Kale, dolly doddle, is spinach with a perman Miss B. (referring to Ablative of Accompaniment) that word? D. M.: The ablative of companionship. M. P. (speaking of flowers) :“I had five „ : What Ablative is families and they all died.” �64 DELPHIC Miss S.: What’s all the noise out there?” Geometry Student: “Oh! That’s E. Kaser dropping a perpendicular.” M. T.: “What’s the difference between the words “hill” and mountain”? (meaning in Spanish). Miss G.: “A mountain is higher than a hill.” M. T.: “Oh, I’m not so dumb as all that. n BILL’S BILLBOARD Bill had a billboard. Bill also had a board bill. The board bill bored Bill so that Bill sold his billboard to pay his board bill. Hence, after Bill sold his billboard to pay his board bill, the board bill no longer bored Bill. Lady: “My, but your little brother is growing!” Small boy: “Yes, Ma’am; he comes up to the hem of Mamma’s skirt now.” 1-Ie: Do you know what I heard? Him: No, what? He: I herd sheep. Poetical sympathy: A son at college telegraphed: “No mun, no fun, your son. The answer came: “How sad, too bad, your dad.” *y Have you noticed the tears in the eys of many Frosh? Freshie, Santa Claus will be back next year. Never mind, English teacher: Tomorrow we will take the life of John Milton. Please come prepared. Irritable husband (to wife driving a nail): knock a nail in the wall with a clothes brush? your head.” “How do you expect to For goodness sakes use A French woman proud of her limited knowledge of English, and an American lady, proud of her limited knowledge of French, met at a so­ ciable. The French woman insisted on expressing herself in bad English and the American would talk nothing but bad French. At last they rose to go. “Reservoir,” said the fair American. “Tanks,” responded her new friend. ! �DELPHIC 65 2JIIIIIIIH = = = = = Class Photographer I = = I = = | | = Compliments of = \Hazelwood\ IC. G. Applegath |I Pastries, Candies and = j Ice Creams S S | 5 5 ?.,e recognized everywhere as being the finest t you can offer your = ^ suesls! They’re unsurpassed any- = rt*lere for Variety, Quality and Goodness. = PHONE EAST 1416 FREE DELIVERY I = 1 tofHazelmoods 5 I \ CONFECTIONERIES V RESTAURANTS I 1 I I Established 1870 EXCLUSIVE furrier Portland, Oregon Portland’s Oldest Fur House I_ 129 TENTH, TELEPHONE BK 4548 = | j l, , , , ,.......******** �DELPHIC 66 EL'IlllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllilllllllilililllNllllliillll^ ^illlllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll^ = F. L. Qrocer i i^iSnks-Childs^ LUNCHES AND STATIONERY L 405 MONTGOMERY STREET IxTEBlOB DhCOPATORa DRAPERIES—FURNITURE MAIN 7344 408 Alder St. I i i Br. 2361 ! ~i 111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111 ] 17^ =jlllllllllll11111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111^ = 1 The FLYNN Gift Shop 1 = Compliments of SEVENTH FLOOR NORTHWESTERN BANK BLDG. Mautz Building and Investment Co. Morrison Street—Opposite Portland Hotel PERSONAL ATTENTION GIVEN ALL SALES olllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllillllllllllllllTF S 1 -|||||lll!i:!IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIH ^llllllllllllllllllllilllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll!llllll^ H. B. Brandes Creamery Manufacturers of “BRANDES” PREMIUM BUTTER = = = = = = S 1=: S i = I = i— Cream, Milk.. Buttermilk Eggs and Cheese I Phones: Broadway 7081 § = E S General Insurance = = I i & Co. = = = | | s = 112 RAILWAY EXCHANGE BLDG, g = S Broadway 7082 •:lllllllllllllll!llllll||||||lilj|||||||||||||]j|||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||^= I BRoadway 6870 iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiH �DELPHIC 67 2MIIII = = = i = = i = i I i E = rr = E E E E E E — E = E E E E i = i E E E i E Young Women Appreciate The Convenience of Banking Here E E i i i The many receiving and paying windows in the block-long building of the United States National permit quick and convenient banking. This convenience is a ppreciated by the many young women who are patrons here. And we believe you would like to do your banking this way, too. E Your account is cordially invited. S E E S e an! Droadlway amid] Snjfiflhi. ^ SHaurlk. One of the Northwest s great banks I I == �DELPHIC ^lllllillllll!lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll||||||[^ = Honeymanj Hardware i Company =rz SILVERWARE or Distinction PARK AT GLISAN ST, and Unusual Charm Portland’s Largest Hardware and = =— Sporting Goods Store” = Many choice patterns carried here = = exclusively. = 1 UNUSUAL CHRISTMAS CARDS = = GOLF, TENNIS AND ARCHERY SUPPLIES JANTZEN SWIMMING SUITS = A. & C. Feldenheimer, Inc. = |§ Washington St. at West Park = = Pillock Block = nllillllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllillllUT; ^llllllllllllllllllilllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllM ELnillllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllliillllilllllllllllllllllllllllllli^ CURTAINS and DRAPERIES = HAL H. MOOR “Everything for Your Windows” | = = = DISPENSING OPTICIAN The Curtain Store, Inc. BEacon 6516 = 407 Selling Bldg. i 173 Park Si. Tilllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll^ ^lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllilllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllOE illllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllH — = | The Bush Pharmacy § = — = JOCELYN FOULKES PIANO PEDAGOGUE I Corner 1 1 th and Montgomery Sts. = 2 i I Phone Beacon 6726 Try Our Chocolate Malted Milk ZZl i PORTLAND. Tiiiiiiiiiiiniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiniiiin^ illllllilllllllllllillllillilillllH^ OREGON § 2 ! ; j �DELPHIC 69 = = I = ! Compliments of SENIOR CLASS I i i5 | 5 1§ = = = B l I 1 �DELPHIC 70 = I Lipman Wolfe = = I | | Merchandise of I Merit Only | i I | 1 ii piiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiim = Compliments of SOPHOMORE CLASS = I I Compliments of = DAN E. BOWMAN’S = E Moyer Clothing Company = I I Third and Oak Streets = ....................... plllllllllllllllllllllllIllllllllllllllllllW I 1 1 = ifi'llllllllllllllilllllllllllllllilillllllllllllllHlllllllllllllllllllllllllllllliT; m Compliments of FRESHMAN CLASS I �71 DELPHIC SIMONDS SAWS SIMONDS SAWS l S: ■ if- . 5 H V ■ '%. I I = £ <? = | .' I = Simonds Saw and Steel Co. 3 = — “The Saw Makers” = = = I I Simonds Saws Mean Satisfaction to the Customer = | SAWS KNIVES : FILES : STEEL 1 | 1 = = PORTLAND ORE. SIMONDS SAWS Coast Branches SEATTLE SAN FRANCISCO WN. CALIF. VANCOUVER B. C. I SIMONDS SAWS I = �DELPHIC 72 Social and Wedding Engraving ERE in our own shop we turn out the highest quality wedding and social engraving. Expert workmanship and perfect taste. Announcements, invitations and personal cards. H = I II | I Let us serve you. ^elKGillfe cBoo^S€Hcrs-^StdtioneTy^Off‘ice Outfitters G''FIftl\ancl Star^Streets * = | | ^jiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiNiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiniiiiiiiyE bLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllillllllllllllllllllllt= = Said (he Grand Sermon to the Grand ^ = Screech, "Hoot.” = "Hoot is German for Hat, ” remarked = the Grand Screech. Compliments of C. E. EARNST "My error,” replied the Grand Sermon, "I should have said ‘Hose,’ Who’s Your Hosier, as it were! ,V = § = “Righto,” said the Grand Screech, "and ^ = Lefto, too, if you please.” ~ HOSIER? | | —WHO’S YOUR CONFECTIONERY Broadway at Washington illllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll^ ^.lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll!= ^iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin | Martin & Forbes | | Company | F. A. GAUS COMPANY | 1 = Florists = ^Illllllll!lllllllllllllll!ll!lllllllllllllllllllllllll!!l!l!llllllllllllllllllh7 g JEWELRY REPAIRING DIAMOND SETTING = 387 Washington Street Pittock Block Portland, Oregon = BE 2753 Manufacturing Jewelers I I Special Order Work—Class Pins g SELLING HIRSCH BUILDING g PORTLAND, OREGON g �73 DELPHIC = Nothing but the finest will satisfy St. Helen’s Hall Hence IRELAND’S QUALITY BOX LUNCHES E I = m E Ireland’s Sandwich Shop 365 Washington Street 125 6th Street ��9*-. DELPHIC 75 = *111111 Style Center = * ig •' 5sSSfatss«?s i .jaBi If. of the Northwest >•» t = E % % = = = = = I % E E I (flVLULA, "Portlands Own Store = = = lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll* piiiiiiiiiiiiniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiim = = = E E E E E E E = I= 1= S E Compliments of JUNIOR CLASS 111,......... ..................II,......Illlll-K..........-.. ..... ... ..... ......... I �HB DELPHIC 76 Did you know that there is an exclusive girl’s shop in Portland? 2 3 There is!—and its name is The Collegienne Shop = Yoil 11 find it on Olds (Y King's second floor! 2 2 Here buying for young mod­ erns, is a cult! Here you will find dresses—not just bought to fit girls of 1 3 to 1 7—but carefully chosen creations that express the spirit and the verve of youth! = Mother will be glad for you to shop here for she knows that the integrity of the dealer And integrity, means much! are not just dependability words at Olds & Kings, but are the solid foundation stones of our progress! = I All St. Helens Hall official dresses are designed & made exclusively by Olds Woriman & King = i I I ! �- =, -• 77 DELPHIC |illlllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllill^ ^lllilllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll^ The Button & Pleating Shop | DIAMONDS AND JEWELRY g = STERLING SILVER = = HOLLYWOOD COSTUMERS Telephone Beacon 9754 509 Royal Bldg. = H = OUR MOTTO IS SERVICE We Strive to Please = SADIE DAVIS = .............. min.... ...... Lovely Qifts for All Occasions 1 Frank A. Heitkemper Incorporated I = 324 ALDER STREET = PORTLAND, = = OREGON §s illlilllllllllllHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIlin Ll||llll,ll|lll]lllll]IIIII]llll]lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllliiiii[|||||[||||||||||iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii[]||||||||||iiii|[|||||||||||||[||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||j|i£ I = | r= | = �J DELPHIC 79 3htbex to gbbertts'era Page Page 65 C. G. Applegath 66 Braudes Creamery . 72 Charles F. Berg 68 The Bush Pharmacy 65 Bushnell’s .......................... 66 Frank Childs ...................... The Curtain Store ............... .... 68 74 E. L. Devereaux Co.......... 72 C. E. Earnst........................... 68 A. & C. Feldenheimer......... 66 Freeberg ................ .............. The Flynn Gift Shop........... ..... 66 68 Jocelyn FouIkes.................. 70 Freshman Class ................ F. A. Gaus......... J. K. Gill Co................. ......... 65 The Hazelwoods.......... ....... 77 Hollywood Costumers...... 68 Honeyman Hardware Co. Ireland’s Sandwich Shop 73 Junior Class ...................... 75 70 Lipman, Wolfe ................. . 66 Mautz Building & Inv. Co 72 Martin & Forbes .............. 75 Meier & Frank Co.............. 68 Hal II. Moore.................. 70 Moyer Clothing Co......... . 66 II. B. Newlands Co........... Olds, Wortman & King.... 73-76 74 Rasmussen & Co..... ........ 69 Senior Class...........-.......... ...... 70 Sophomore Class............. 71 Simmonds Saw & Steel Co U. S. National Bank..... ___ ..... 67 I 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 1927 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 1927. 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 1927 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_delphic1927-compressed.pdf School yearbooks; Students; Student activities; Student publications; Teachers