22 10 538 http://archive.oes.edu/files/original/3350dfcb85a6fd4e22e386064fe9c451.pdf a5d2aa5e0078465e6d48dff3c8095f09 PDF Text Text ��■ m jotie mm asii | l l ! STo MELEMS HALL !F®r(iJsnindl0 ®ir<g|®ii5] 1 \ �mm 5 DELPHIC : Delphic Staff Editor in Chief MARJORIE PITTOCK Literary Editor EVELYN MEYER First Assistant Literary Editor IRENE MACKAY Second Assistant Literary Editor EDYTHE HARTLEY ( LILLIAN BENNETT Kalendar Old Girl Notes Art Exchanges Music and Entertainment Athletics (JANE KNAPP (LILIAS PELTIER /JULIA BRADLEY (CECILIE APPLEGATE [CATHERINE MAYHEW (GWENDOLYN /donna HALL magnuson (VELMA PAYNE (ELBERTINE ADAMS (MARJORIE MARINER (BETTY SEWALL Business Managers (CATHARINE MARTIN (DOROTHY STATTER Advertising Managers fMAYANNA SARGENT ■j MATILDA BOWMAN DARRELL TORREY �f&rjard 01 nluTir CONTENTS EDITORIALS Literary A thletics Old Girl Notes Kalendar Music and Entertainment Exchanges Advertisements �i____ 8 DELPHIC . ;! S?.' The Delphic is published twice during the school year. All students should subscribe. I Literary communications should be addressed to the Editor in Chief business letters and subscriptions to the Business Manager. Subscriptions, $/ .00 a year. a ;.i a -1 I ; 1 •* i'i K i I f I - JUNE, 1925 �s m m DELPHIC I When these Seniors of St. Helens Hall Do leave us soon for good and all We’ll remember each not by her name But by the thing which won her fame. Elbertine Adams by her lovable nature. Cecilie Applegath by her literary ability. Lillian Bennett by her daintiness. Matilda Bowman by her voice. Julia Bradley by her kindheartedness. Analene Cohen by her jollity. Lucile George by her smile. Gwendolyn Hall by her dramatic ability. Edythe Hartley by her reliability. Florida Kissling by her dependability. Virginia Kissling by her goodfellowship. Jane Knapp by her giggle. Myrna Lamser by her chatter. Irene MacKay by her hair. Donna Magnuson by her artistic ability. Marjorie Mariner by her athletic ability. Catherine Martin by her popularity. Catherine Mayhew by her sweetness. Margaret McKern by her quietness. Evelyn Meyer by her prizes. Velma Payne by her impishness. Lilias Peltier by her good nature. Marjorie Pittock by her Delphic. Celeste Proctor by her style. Beverley Roberts by her eyes. Mayanna Sargent by her good sportsmanship. Betty Sewall by her sense of humor. Dorothy Statter by her profile. Doris Thompson by her amiability. Darrell Torrey by her lovableness. 9 �.. 10 DELPHIC Elbertine Adams Delphic Staff. Glee Club, 1924; Pres., 1925. Class Play. Student Council. Cecilie Applegath Delphic Staff. Class Play. Student Council. Lillian Bennett Delphic Staff. Student Council. Class Play: Tickets. Matilda Bowman Delphic Staff. Glee Club, 1923-24-25. Student Council. Julia Bradly Delphic Staff. Glee Club, 1923-24-25. Student Council. �DELPHIC Analene Cohen Glee Club, 1924-25. Class Play. French Play, 1925. Student Council. Lucille George I Glee Club, 1925. Student Council. Gwendolyn Hall Delphic Staff. Class Play. French Play, 1925. Student Council. Edythe Hartley Delphic Staff. Glee Club, 1924. Basketball, 1925. Class Play. Student Council. Florida Kissling Glee Club, 1925. Student Council. I i �m p§B! 12 DELPHIC Virginia Kissling Glee Club, 1925. Student Council. Jane Knapp Delphic Staff. Glee Club, 1924-25. Student Council. Myrna Lamser Glee Club, 1924-25. Student Council. Irene Mackay Delphic Staff. Class Play. Student Council. Margeret McKern Glee Club, 1924-25. Student Council. �DELPHIC Donna Magnuson Delphic Staff. Glee Club, 1925. Class Play: Assistant Stage Manager and Programs. Student Council. Marjorie Mariner Delphic Staff. Glee Club, 1924. Basketball, 1924-25. Student Council. Catherine Martin Secretary and Treasurer of Class. Delphic Staff. Vice-President of Student Council Glee Club, 1924. Captain of Basketball, 1922-2324-25. Tennis, 1922-23-24. Class Play. French Play, 1924. Catherine Mayhew Delphic Staff. Glee Club, 1924-25. Class Play. Student Council. Evelyn Meyer Delphic Staff. Basketball, 1924-25. Class Play: Stage Manager. Student Council. 13 �DELPHIC Velma Payne Delphic Staff. Glee Club, 1924-25. Basketball, 1925. Class Play. Student Council. Lilias Peltier Delphic Staff. Glee Club, 1924-25. Class Play. Student Council. Marjorie Pittock Editor-in-Chief of Delphic. Basketball, 1922-23-24-25. Class Play, Scenery. French Play, 1923-24. Student Council. Celeste Proctor Treasurer Glee Club. Class Play: Costumes. Student Council. Beverly Roberts Glee Club, 1924-25. Student Council. �m DELPHIC 15 ! : ft Mayanna Sargent President of Class. Delphic Staff. Glee Club, 1924. Basketball, 1923-24. Class Play. French Play, 1924. I Betty Sewall Vice-President of Class. President of Student Council. Delphic Staff. Basketball, 1922-23-24. Class Play. French Play, 1924. Dorothy Statter Delphic Staff. Student Council. Doris Thompson Glee Club, 1925. Student Council. Darrel Torry Delphic Staff. Student Council. Class Play: Ushers. ! I i * : >1 �■ \ DELPHIC £ i) i t t> r i s H. It was three years ago in nineteen hundred and twenty-three that the time came for the class to choose a motto, which would represent the spirit of the class all through the years to come, until we should grad­ uate, and afterwards; something that we should remember perhaps all of our life, and try to liveup to. We thought of many different mottoes; it was hard choosing one suitable to the ideals of the class; finally we came upon one, which we decided would be the best that we could ever find: “Esse Quam Videri.” The thought that is embodied in this motto is sincerity—a thing that is necessary to every human being, for without it one may have a very hard time in this world. A person who is not sincere is neither looked up to nor respected,—is, possibly, an outcast. One who is sincere can always be trusted, never does unworthy deeds secretly, or indeed at all, for sincerity is akin to honesty. For these reasons and others we chose this motto, and since then have been trying our best to live up to it in every way. It has been hard sometimes and sometimes we have not entirely upheld it; but for the most part we have succeeded well. This sincerity is something that can be found in almost everything we do or say. We should be sincere in our friendships by never saying anything against our friends or doing anything which we know would be untrustworthy; for friendship is founded on perfect trust. Then in our school work, we should earnestly endeavor to do what we should do, day by day, for it is the daily work that counts in the end. And again, sincerity in our conversation is a thing which should never be omitted. We should never say a thing which we do not honestly mean, for we are always sorry afterwards for having said it. And finally there is a great deal in being sincere in sports, by playing the game straight forwardly, by never accepting a point which we know we have not earned, or that belongs to the other side, and by acting in a sportsmanlike manner whether having lost or won. And so, we feel that we have decided well in having chosen for oursolves that we should “be rather than seem” �f ; : i ! DELPHIC 17 Home Lighting Contest I j In the Home Lighting Contest sponsored by the National Electric Lighting Company in every state of the Union, the girls of St. Helens Hall received their share of prizes, although they did not gain the first prize. The following girls won five dollars each for their compositions and small books, in which the fixtures were pasted neatly, and in the correct places: Edythe Hartley, Marjorie Mariner, Matilda Bowman, Elizabeth Ann Johnson, Janet Wentworth, Imogene Wentworth, and Bar­ bara Jane. ' ■i Lincoln Essay This year the Illinois Watch Company offered a medal for the best essay on the life of Abraham Lincoln, to be written by a member of the Senior Class. The essays were read before the school on Lincoln’s birthday, and were accompanied by the usual patriotic exercises. The girls opened the program by singing •‘America.” This was followed by the reading of the prize-winning essay, written by Edythe Hartley. There were two honorable mentions; these were written and read by Matilda Bowman and Betty Sewall. The “Gettysburg Address” was recited by Deborah Ball; the singing of the “Star-Spangled Banner” concluded the program. -• Chemical Essay Great honor has been bestowed upon Evelyn Meyer, who in the con­ test of the National Chemical Society of America, has received as first prize a twenty-dollar gold piece as well as a certificate of merit from the state. Her essay has been sent to New York, where it will be judged with other essays in competition for a four years’ scholarship to Vassar or Yale, according to the winner. The subject of the essay was “The Relation of Chemistry to the Home.” Impressions Vivid greyness, western sunsets, Far o’er hills of purple hue; Looming boulders, sparkling steamlets, Distant calls of elk and ewe. Rolling lands of sage and missa. Barren hills of rock and sand, Wooded plot and hidden crevice In the land where man is man. —Beatrice Foster, ’27. : i I i I g : i ?. �DELPHIC 18 Class History if you read our class prophecy you will find out just what is going to each one of us some day. But perhaps, before you read it, to happen know how we all came to be here in this class of you would like to nineteen twenty-five, and what we have been doing since we came. founded by Mayanna Sargent in 1913 as a First Grader The class was and business-like thing to do Sfor yeSSla”fshe^M m“de president of the class. In 1915 she left school^Tor a time, but returned again in nineteen eighteen in September, nineteen s.xteen^Cecilie to tock were enrolled, and staj, g Sewall joined the class, and in ^“nin;^“S-d Matilda Bowman made our number "X At the beginning of our freshman list: Julia Bradley. Donna Magnuson sJkimmed the ;lsMoafrg,Earning iS.iral ^freshmen do. hardly realizing that we would be seniors some day in the future. ,n nineteen twenty-two, GwendoJ^ ^ayhTwined o^rTnUs, °and Thompson, Dorothy Statter. and.Ca!hfete' elechng our president, Mayanna u and§0ur secretary and treas the sophomore class was form®^ g Sargent; our vice-president Bet • ug (hat the day was coming urer “Katy” Martin, the realization cam ^ t0 us. Meanwhen we would be doing to others asAhesen.. ^ and m it took ing, of course, that we were rather an g• necessary, twenty-three, the seniors to "take us down a peg, as was The final members of our class Joine^u® them, for they made our junior year. We were overjoyed t0 welcT. were Lilias 1 Peltier, number the largest in any class^fan ^ Lilia" ^ our Si: ps "SSe. - - ~ was our senior ,«r, - Dj* S"» position. At last, we been away a year, returned to us We have^ ^ scholarship^;^ our school and have succeede t s in succession. Just at p d0„n winning the banner for Jhre®J“a ight 0f June second, andl d *e breathlessly waiting for the mg J win not stumb are all hearts we are violently hopmgJhat in our mount the steps to receive our diplomas. �1 MB ; DELPHIC ; 19 Class Prophecy Time: 1935. Place: Portland, Oregon. : Setting: Drawing room of home of Mrs. Harvey Richardson (nee Mayanna Sargent). Mrs. Richardson is giving a large tea for those of her ex-schoolmates, who are in Portland. ! Mrs. Richardson: The doorbell, Hilda. Oh, the first arrival! Why, it’s “Vel”! My dear, you can’t know how glad I am to see you. Why, it’s been years and you look just the same. Velma: It was lovely of you to remember me. I was awfully surprised to get your invitation. Someone must have told you I was going to be in Portland for a few days. You see I am on my way to San Francisco to join Don, my husband, you know, and Mr. and Mrs. Tucker, before sailing for Japan. My husband is doing some research work there, and of course I must be with him. Mayanna: Tucker? The name sounds familiar. I know! It’s “El”! Dear old "El”! She has a little boy, too, hasn’t she? It seems to me I remember—the doorbell—excuse me a moment, please. Two very stylishly dressed ladies appear. Velma: Why “Gwennie,” it’s so good to see you again. too. What have you been doing lately? And Matilda, Gwendolyn: Don’t laugh, “Vel”, but I’ve joined the stock company here —it’s a glorious life, though, and I love it. I’m doing awfully well —and Matilda— Matilda: Gwennie! You promised you wouldn’t tell! You understand, “Vel”, I haven’t announced it yet, but I’m going to be married on the thirtieth. Now don’t you tell a soul, please,—why, here comes Lilian Bennett. I haven’t seen her for months. Lilian: Hello, everybody! Have you heard the latest? Darrel was in yesterday, deciding on some things—you know I’m running a modiste shop now, Vel,—and she says that she has just received a position in a hospital ’way over in Bulgaria, or one of those states over there, and she is getting ready to start in two weeks. And the most excit­ ing part of the whole thing is that she is flying over—yes, in that new passenger plane they’ve just finished—the initial flight. r \ �20 DELPHIC all remember Julia Bradley and Lilias PelMayanna: Of course, you to be having a glorious time superintending that tier. They seem orphan asylum out in Roseway. Personally, I can’t imagine having all those youngsters under foot, but Lilias: Why, Mayanna, they’re the dearest little cherubs—we love them all, don’t we Julia? Julia: Of course! How could we help it? Though 1 must say it’s rather trying at times—not as hard as what Jane is doing, however. Have you heard? Jane and her husband have a large ranch up in Eastern Oregon and they have about two dozen children up every week-end, sometimes all week. Sort of a fresh air idea. And they feed them butter and eggs and milk and cottage cheese and all that truck to make them healthy. Mayanna: Does anyone know whether “Ev” Meyer is coming or not? Somehow I can’t quite believe that she is the national woman champion golf player—of course we all know what a marvelous stu­ dent she was—but I imagine she can play golf just as well—they say it hasn’t turned her head at all—but of course it wouldn’t—oh, some more arrivals. (Enter Catherine Mayhew (now Mrs. Hugh Dynne), Lucille George (now Mrs. Robert Kent), and Florida and Virginia Kissling.) Catherine: Well, how are you all? It seems so good to see you again! Mayanna: And how are Hugh, Jr., and Mary and Alice, Catherine? I’ve never seen them, you know, but I’ve heard a lot about them. Won’t you bring them over to see me sometime? My little Harvey will have such fun playing with them. And, Lucille, I hear you are your husband’s stenographer. It must be exciting, though I confess I never could do it. And do you know, girls, that Florida and Virginia have started a very select school for young ladies here, called the Kissling Seminary? I’m coming over to visit it soon, Virginia, and only wish I could start Harvey in there. Virginia: Of course, it has a long ways to go yet to obtain a high standard, but then I guess any new school has to. But listen, I ve got some awfully interesting gossip for you. I just heard that Myrna amser has been elected delegate for some society for the better­ ment of the home, and is going east in a few weeks. I’d like to give ree cheers for her, for I’ve heard that she is doing some fine work in parts of this city. Lucille: And has anyone heard about Margaret McKern? She married, nhr! fnf°W’ an<^ ^ien s^e and her husband went to South America W° ^ears ago—he was a zoologist or something. They re own t ere as far as I know; I rarely hear from her. �L DELPHIC 21 Velma: Mayanna, where is “Katy” Martin now? I haven’t heard any­ thing about her for ages. ! i! ■ IS : ■: j Mayanna: Katy? Surely you heard about her! The poor girl has had a terrible time. You know she has been playing tennis, and when it came time for her to choose a partner for the international mixed doubles, there were about a dozen men who were literally fighting for the place. Of course, she favored Jack Crosby, and the others were practically heart-broken, so they say, and lost all interest in the tournament. Of course, you’ve heard the sequel to that? £ tj, E! \ 2 : Velma: No; what was it? Mayanna: Why, when they won the championship they were sent over to the Olympic games and—well, they were married before they left. Rather a neat romance—what? Velma: I should think so. But did you hear about Irene? You all know about the fine work she was doing on the New York stage. She went to England with her own company about three weeks ago, and it is said she is gaining more popularity than any American actress so far. I think it is marvelous the way she has worked up to the top so quickly. : i Mayanna: Why, here are Cecilie and Donna Magnuson. How are you? Cecilie: Very well, thank you. I’m sorry, but I can’t stay long; I have to catch the six o’clock train, for I’m taking my best racer down to the races in New Mexico. I expect him to do some pretty good work this time. ! 1 II Donna: And I’m afraid I’ll have to eat and run, too—I have a class at five. I’m having a gorgeous time with my studio and my pupils. I haven’t done anything big yet, but I have started something in oils that I think will show up very well in the coming exhibition. Mayanna: Our class has certainly done itself proud so far as we’ve heard, hasn’t it? There’s one girl I certainly feel sorry for, though, and that’s Betty Sewall. It seems to me she’s wasting the best part of her life way off there in Oshkosh, Iceland, teaching a tiny school of Eskimos. For all I know the schoolhouse may be an igloo. It wouldn’t be so bad if she didn’t have a chance to do better, but I’ve heard that she has been offered a place in several other schools. And yet she seems to love it where she is. To tell the truth, she changed a lot after that accident in her senior year at college in which the man she was engaged to was killed. Well, I can’t say I blame her for being unhappy—but as for isolating herself like she is doing----- * $ �DELPHIC I 23 Class Will We, the class of nineteen hundred and twenty-five, being of sound mind, do hereby give and bequeath our goods and chattels. To the class of twenty-six, we leave our seats in the rear of the study hall, hoping they will fill these positions with the proper dignity and poise. To these our successors, we do also bequeath our sweet, simple, and girlish, dotted swiss graduation dresses. To our sister class, the sophomores, we leave our love and good-will. To the freshmen we leave our unimpeachable school-spirit, and our gift for obtaining the banner each quarter of our senior year. Finally we, the individual members of the class, leave our personal possessions as follows: I, Elbertine Adams, do hereby give and bequeath my quiet dignity to Marie Mecklem. I, Cecilie Applegath. do hereby give and bequeath my skill along literary lines to Helen Peters. I, Lillian Bennett, do hereby give and bequeath my Terpsichorean art to Nancy Chipman. I, Matilda Bowman, do hereby give and bequeath my lyric voice to Mary Malarkey. I, Julia Bradley, do hereby give and bequeath my unassuming manner to Jane Cullers. I, Analene Cohen, do hereby give and bequeath my stage whisper to Barbara Clark. :: [-1 i... a 1 i t I, Lucille George, do hereby give and bequeath my demureness to Priscilla House. I, Edythe Hartley, do hereby give and bequeath my bright and shining pin which is always in evidence, to Dorothy Livesly. I, Gwendolyn Hall, do hereby give and bequeath my dramatic ability to Ardella Sweek. I, Virginia Kissling, do hereby give and bequeath my un-senior-like giggle to Marjorie Holman. I, Jane Knapp, do hereby give and bequeath my sweet, modest and retiring nature to Mary Louise Zan. i 1 ;i i I, Myrna Lamser, do hereby give and bequeath my inability to stop talking in study hall to Maybelle Allen. _r. I 1 m �Bsi DELPHIC 24 I, Catherine Martin, do hereby give and bequeath my magnetic personality to Elizabeth Martin and Muriel Barde. They may settle the rightful ownership between them. I Marjorie Mariner, do hereby give and bequeath my indomitable school spirit to Dorothy Cannon. I, Irene Mackay, do hereby give and bequeath my sweet disposition to Helen Spencer. I, Evelyn Meyer, do hereby give and bequeath my scholastic ability to Nancy Carpenter. I, Donna Magnuson, do hereby give and bequeath my artistic ability to Mary Alice Meyer. I, Catherine Mayhew, do hereby give and bequeath my engaging smile to Bernice Congleton. 1, Margaret McKern, do hereby give and bequeath my diligence to Rhoda Jane Gantenbein. I, Lilias Peltier, do hereby give and bequeath my notes on Burke to any future English aspirant. I, Velma Payne, do hereby give and bequeath my naivete to Dawn Francis Pipes. 1, Celeste Proctor, do hereby give and bequeath my regal mien to Francis Loomis. I, Marjorie Pittock, do hereby give and bequeath my unhappy faculty for “getting in bad” to Dorothy Mautz. I, Beverly Roberts, do hereby give and bequeath my unsatiable appe­ tite for green olives to Jerry Kirby. I, Dorothy Statter, do hereby give and bequeath my “Savoir Faire” to Betsy Abbott. to Rob^afap^a ^ar^ent’ herebY §'ve anb bequeath my dignity of office Grace ^McK ^GWa^’ bereby §*ve anb bequeath my romantic nature to I, MiUre^Reyno^0 hefeby Mary ^ beqU6ath ^ PenSiV6 air to I, nowHpn'!rre' Torry, do hereby give and bequeath my decided talent for powdering my nose to Dorothy Latta. We, the on this and twenty-five ^ hereby set our hand and seal this document ^ear one tbousancI nineteen hundred (Witnesses) EVELYN MEYER. BETTY SEWALL (Signed) MARJORIE PITTOCK. i 1 i w__ �BESSgjjPWg !i M DELPHIC I E 1\ Abraham Lincoln Abraham Lincoln, the greatest American, was born on Rocky Springs farm, Lane County, Kentucky, February 12, 1809. His parents, Thomas and Nancy Lincoln, were of good Kentucky pioneer families but very poor. Thomas was a church-goer and held advanced ideas on what was already an important question in Kentucky, “the right to hold negroes as slaves.” This shows he must have been a man of some natural intelligence. Their home was one of the ordinary poorer western pioneer type— a one-roomed cabin with a huge outside chimney and home manufactured household utensils. Thus two people endured many hardships and in spite of them made a home where a boy conceived and nourished ideas and enthusiasms such as inspired Abraham from his earliest years up to his assassination. When he was seven his mother died and a thrifty stepmother took charge. In the log cabin school he attended he learned but little and that elementary, but he borrowed books from farmers and eagerly devoured them. His thirst for knowledge was great and unfortunately his oppor­ tunities were woefully small. �26 DELPHIC From earliest childhood he had helped support the family and after various odd jobs he obtained work in a cross-roads store. His political speeches won him a reputation and made him a favorite at the crude socials of the settlement. At seventeen he had reached his full height of six feet four inches, and wrestled well, but, however, was never known to use his extraordinary strength to the injury or humiliation of others. When nineteen he traveled to New Orleans as a flat boat hand and returning worked until the spring of 1830, when his father moved to Illinois. While serving as a storekeeper in New Salem he studied his first law books. Then the appeal of politics engaged him and in 1831 he became a candidate for the House of Representatives of Illinois. His election speeches are most remarkable for a self-educatd man. The Black Hawk war intervened. Abe volunteered and was elected Captain. His most noteworthy deed of valor consisted in protecting an old savage who had strayed into camp at the position. His career after three elections was not remarkably brilliant, ambitious though he was. Not seeking re-election, he entered into a law partnership in Springfield, Illinois. Unlike many lawyers his reputation was due to his upright character which inspired trust. Lincoln loved but once, Ann Rutledge, who, unfortunately, died young, and later he married Mary Todd. ...... amrftnp His main ambition was that of political distinction but hardly anyone would at that time have seen in him a man destined to lead the nation through her greatest crisis of the century. poneress His time had not yet come when in 1846 he was elected CfJ (he and on the expiration of his term was filled with despair h He aims dearest his heart were not at present shared by the^ 1^.^ was offered the governorship of Oregon, but helmed > to Springfield, gave himself with renewed zest to his la P ^ new The Kansas-Nebraska Bill was now ’h le significance of territories to slavery and suddenly reveae and thrust itself into the slavery question to the people of the free state like an the politics of the country as a Para™ " ' f business were startled electric shock flashed through the North. Men ot into alarm and excitedly took sides. advanced to a conspicuous Lincoln's time had come and he ™P'd^f.^jon appe aled to the position in the struggle, inasmuch as the si y <J highest in him. . Stephen Douglas an Min® " He discovered a formidable rival in remarkable rapidity and lacked :r than Lincolns bu h senator. Douglas had risen in politics with and reputation and successes were far greaterof individuality, honest) Lincoln's greatest power, the charm He then S,TSn »««„. . =»did.,e lo,''of had reached the full maturity of h.s powers �m DELPHIC 27 1858 better equipped than ever before. Unfortunately, he was but little known, and Douglas was re-elected. Later, at the National Republican Convention, Lincoln was nomi­ nated for the presidency by a majority of fifty-eight votes and was elected. The result had hardly been declared when the secessionists in the South framed a separate constitution, electing Jefferson Davis as their president. The situation might be called appalling,—the larger part of the South in open rebellion and the rest of the slave-holding states wavering. This was the state of affairs to be mastered by Lincoln, who had no power of position, but slight experience of higher executive duties, and only speaking acquaintances with the men upon whose counsel and co-operation he was to depend. He followed a cautious policy through the first year of the war that did not satisfy even his party, The North believed one powerful blow could crush the rebellion, but Lincoln held back until the South struck the first blow, which it did on April 12, 1861. Instantly the North rushed to arms, Lincoln’s policy was first to preserve the Union, and second to free the slaves. As the war dragged on with Union disasters, the need of some great act to stimulate the vitality of the Union grew greater. On July 21, ’62, Lincoln brought before his cabinet a draft of a proclamation declaring free all slaves living in states still in rebellion, and on hearing of the victory at Antietam, Lincoln issued the Preliminary Emancipation Procla­ mation on September 23. The disasters of Fredericksburg and Chancelorville followed, but with the victories of Gettysburg and Vicksburg the whole aspect of the war changed. The fate of the rebellion was virtually decided and Lincoln issued pardons to rebels who would take an oath to support the constitution. In June, 1864. Lincoln was re-elected president by an overwhelming majority, This hour of triumph called out the characteristic impulses of Lincoln’s nature. His party’s opposition had stung him to the quick and now that his opponents were humiliated before him, he gave his hand in friendship to all. Peace was declared and the North was wild with joy. Everywhere bells pealed and multitudes thronged the thoroughfares, when suddenly the news flashed over the land—Abraham Lincoln had been assassinated. The nation was stunned and then a wail of sorrow went up as America had never heard before, North and South alike mourned the man who had striven for their good and the Union. Nor was America alone in her sorrow—all the civilized nations of the world mourned the loss of him, whose international reputation had not diminished but increased as years have gone by, for no president, not even Washington, has been so recognized by the world as Lincoln, rightly called the greatest American. Edythe Hartley, ’25. i: j n ' ■ I . V I I; m ?• si i <1; i j �■ 28 DELPHIC Quel Soir! Moon in crescent, as nights of old When Arabs through the stillness stole To woo the maids of Zanzibar Sand under foot—o’er head the star. Balmy breeze like sultry breath Of heated southlands’ pallid death Steals through the latticed vines above As gently as Venetian dove. Stillness reigns! but for the hale Of weird bat or nightingale, And shadows cross the velvet creep To wake the crickets’ dormant sleep. Rustling leaves give melody And living spirituality As music sent from far above. Ah! Nights like these were made for love. —Beatrice Foster, ’27. Abraham Lincoln Everyone knows about Abraham Lincoln; they know about his boy­ hood, and they know about the important part he played in the Civil War, but no one can ever fully comprehend the character of the man. He was a man apart; from his boyhood to his death he lived differently from the ordinary run of men. His whole life was one long, unending striving. First he worked for an education, and his effort was repaid by a given talent beyond most other men, that of speaking. Later he worked for a position. He wanted to be a lawyer, and then he became prominent in politics. The subject of slavery and secession brought him his fame. Not that Lincoln desired fame; he was a man who had principles behind him, and his zeal in working for his principles won his fame. His famous debate against Stephen Douglas won his place as Pre~, en* ^ bunion, and promoter of the coming union, o j/16 War was inevitable, and the storm burst at last when the i6rn ,te,S secpded. Feeling naturally ran high at this time, and WOlv, a§ainst manY enemies as well as friends. The Southhred np °U^ f • ideals ^e courage and fearlessness that was cononprpde?i?ratl°nS blue-bloods. Starvation was the only thing that Lincoln stoo^behindVem’ ^ N°rtherners fouSht for PrinciPles’ and borne ^hp^iird016^ a America was born, but the man who had en of a nation’s destiny did not live to see the outcome. Si V �Si v- k 29 DELPHIC One day he was alive, and suffering with his South as well as his North, for Lincoln did love the South as well as the North, and even though he disagreed, nevertheless he felt keenly their suffering. He was as lenient to the haughty Southerners as he could be. He was even criticized for his so-called ‘‘easiness.” The next day a nation was numbed at the news of his death. That was Lincoln’s work, which has been told of so many times and which we all admire. But one must know the man himself to really love him. Lincoln was homely, tall and ungainly, stoop-shouldered and shoddily dressed, and yet an entire nation revered him. It was not the force and courage which made him carry on a war in which brother fought against brother. It was not the' righteousness of his principles, for even the Southerners, who thought his principles were all wrong, loved him, although their pride often denied it. It was the look in his dark, sunken eyes, and the ineffable sadness which surrounded him. When he spoke you felt he was your friend, He was self-sacrificing and generous, but his was even a greater power, the power of having mercy, and the power of understanding. Lincoln was never self-conscious, he never felt his own importance, and he even lacked self-confidence. He had a wonderful sense of humor, and loved to tell a funny story. He would _ enjoy his . listener’s mirth greatly and then his face would become serious again as if he never really dropped the burden he was carrying. At Gettysburg after the battle he went to address the people. He r~ wrote a short speech, which he knew was not very. good, but which was the best he was capable of. The next day he addressed the people, and when his speech was ended a soft sigh rippled through the crowd, but there was no applause, and Lincoln thought he had failed. His sensitive nature felt a failure keenly, and it was not until two days later that he found out the effect of his Gettysburg Address. This was the man of sorrows, who carried his country through its greatest crisis, and only a man such as he could have done this. Betty Sewall, ’25. if *r i 8 m E k; V, § ■ II I l 1 rT. Spring The life of all things born anew, The sweet promise of eternity, The lilac bending low with dew; This is the Spring, and e’er shall be Like to a bird’s call through the rain, Herald of hope come back again. —Cecilie Applegath, ’25. ■ i m & �m3 30 DELPHIC Development of the Novel The first English novel was John Lyly’s "Euphues" Its disconnected, used only as thread on which to bring the luflffi, o!f Very tions on life. The chief interest of that novel lfy in its^tvle notT plot. It instantly became the model for the popular romances o the r™f'r ™hy’ however were not true novels, for instead of dealing i real life they dealt with a world of fancy. g n Then another step toward the modern novel was taken That was the introduction of the realistic story. These were short stories concern­ ing every day characters and events. Many of them were modeled after the Spanish type known as “Picaresque”, of which the hero was a rogue and the plot formed by his adventures. These events took place about the beginning of the seventeenth century, a short while before Daniel Defoe was born. Defoe wrote the first realistic novel, Robinson Crusoe. The story is not remarkable for any complexity of plot, but because it is a piece of pure fiction told in such a manner as to seem plausible. Defoe omitted all the flowery language and romance of Lyly’s school. He followed the latter s lead in that he wrote a novel instead of a short story, but he borrowed the realism of the short story writers. The next age saw that rapid development of the novel. It was an age entirely devoted to prose. The drama had failed, but it left behind it elements that were quickly absorbed by the novel. These were: Devel­ opment of character and plot. The essays also added dscriptions and character studies. The first author to produce a novel with these new elements added was Samuel Richardson. He had been asked to prepare a small volume of letters to help country people who did not know the art of letter writing. Richardson thought that the epistles would be more interesting if made to tell a story and illustrate a moral. The result was “Pamela , the first novel of a type that immediately became exceedingly popular. It is the type known as the “sentimental novel’’. Lawrence Sterne, a follower of Richardson, added to this type a quiet humor which the latter lacked. At this same time Fielding developed the realistic type of novel. Whereas Richardson wrote of super-refined people, Fielding wrote of the common people with a realism sometimes coarse. His “Tom Jones pre­ sents the first well rounded plot in English fiction. Smollett, another realisitc writer, introduced the remote .ancestor of the sea stories later developed by Cooper. By the end of this century the established types of novels were, the sentimental novel; the novel of society; the novel of which the main purpose was to point a moral; and the novel of adventure. Some char­ acters found in almost any of the popular novels were: the sentimenta woman, the polished villain, the kindly old man, the long suffering hero, and the eccentric character. Cornelia Ireland, ’26. �DELPHIC 3! Dr. Johnson and Mrs. Thrale ■s ! s: ;! ’ ; 1 i ' ! I ! i ; ! . To the salon of one who was soon to be known as London’s most charming and entertaining hostess was invited, "to meet James Woodhouse”, one who, to those who did not know and understand the soul within, was a boor, rude, eccentric, at times even to intolerance. The former was Mrs. Thrale, pretty, gay, and agreeable, who used James Woodhouse, the shoemaker poet, as a bait to draw to her home one later recognized as one of the greatest literary men of the time. The latter was Johnson—Dictionary Johnson, Doctor Johnson, but more often just plain Sam Johnson. Such an invitation was readily accepted, not for the pleasure of meeting James Woodhouse, but because of the alluring prospect of a good dinner. The following week a second invitation was extended, from the rec­ ords of which the name of Janies Woodhouse is absent, since he had served his purpose. Thus was begun a very dear and close friendship between the two a friendship that stood the enduring test of twenty years, and was inter­ rupted only by the marriage of Mrs. Thrale to Mr. Piozzi. During those twenty years, Johnson spent most ot his time at the various homes of the Thrales, even accompanying them on their jour­ neys. When he traveled alone, as he sometimes did, he wrote long letters to his friends whom he affectionately termed his master and mistress. At the same time he kept his lodging in a court of Fleet street, where he afforded a home to what Mrs. Thrale called "hi* menagerie of old women”. With them he dined two or three times a week. But it was the library at Streatham that was particularly devoted to his service. Here at times he worked on his "Lives of the J OCtS , but more often held his own against all comers, “whether iri playful con­ versations or deep discussions”. To determine who gained more by this friendship would be To Johnson it brought love and kindness into a life that would otherwise have been dreary; to him it was a friendship which filled a gap which , . . {f{ even Boswell could not have bridged. For the Thrales it secured what they most desired- socialP<^,'n and distinction. Their house was a center where the best and society of the time was entertained. Intimates of thei > - * Johnson and Goldsmith; Garrick and Burke; Burney aw *1 , ' Boswell and a host of others, many of whose portraits, j Reynolds himself, adorned the walls of the Streatham b ,, , But it was Johnson himself who first gave tion. and it was he who remained the greatest friend woman who entertained these learned throngs. Evfcj.y.** Mi.YJvfc, '26, �----- 32 DELPHIC Days Days are sometimes dreadfully lonesome Days are sometimes just as blue. But the days of song and sunshine Make us happy, don’t you think? I do. Days I want to scold and grumble, Be as mean as I can be; Tear the house down, bang the doors, Oh! Have you ever felt like me? Days I cry and feel so badly, Think that everything goes wrong, Only want to be unhappy, Why, then, don’t I sing a song? Days again I feel so merry, Everything is smooth and gay, Then I know the joy of living My whole life is in that day. —Irene Mackay, ’25. The Diary of a “Man About Town” (Based on Sir Roger de Coverley Papers) December 18, 1724. Arose late after last night's ball. Jenkin’s reported my tailor to be here with something of the latest style of waistcoats; spent the morn­ ing deciding whether 1 would have an extremely handsome blue, or a dotted purple, which Jones, who had dropped in, assured me was after my figure; think I will have it if I can persuade my uncle that my law study is really coming on. After dressing, which took longer than usual, as I desired to make a good impression on Lady Marley, whose daughter is reputed to have no small dowry—as well as innumerable charms, repaire to the coffee house to await the hour of the play, which was somet ing out of the ordinary, being a bewitching caricature of the wager usterely. Went on to Lord Bromeley’s after the play, feeling tail !S ,ed ? t0 Lady Marley and her daughter; Bromeley’s enterth(,Tc W3S °f the best’ and J°nes and Brown had a lively dispute over exceed!na?SS re«a?!n* tbe w’dow Hemley, whose property interests them a waopr -f oks Jones wil1 secure the prize and have even laid law-suit tn 1 WIt^ Bromeley- We discussed whether Selby will win his time * SOme ength. In fact, 'twas a most enjoyable argumentative "tlirT5 t0r the country tomorrow, has invited Jones and me to came home thic y Im, ^0r tbe hunt; am delighted, as my hunting coat would have a new^ne fearful that Jones> who is a dear felloW’ tore meBetty Parry, ’26. �i 't DELPHIC 33 1 ■* Salljr Sally Worth had a dreadful disposition, in fact a most disagreeable one. Her family could do nothing with her. Ah, yes, they had tried, but in vain. The by-word of the house was never to say anything to Sally to thwart her, for if this rule was ever violated, a hysterical out­ burst was the result. She had such an annoying way of looking hurt, and with her manner of gentle broken-heartedness, it was impossible to scold her. In fact the family, which was made up of Mr. Worth, had now reached the stage when he received Sally’s frequent outbursts very calmly. Sally herself decided that she needed a rest cure, The idea of lying in a hospital horrified her, for the sense of having to lie in a spotless white bed in a spotless white room, beside a spotless piece of human machinery, commonly called a nurse was too much for her idea of a rest. As a result, she hied herself off to the country, despite the protests of her father and her “I told you so relations”, consisting of aunts and cousins. She settled herself as a boarder in a pleasant, rambling farmhouse quite a distance from the city, in company with a personal maid as chaperon and attendant for her various wants. The farm delighted her and from her window she could see avenues of swaying green poplar trees, grassy meadows and fruit trees in full blossom, with snow-capped mountains majestically forming a background. She became enraptured, but deeming herself a nuerasthenic (nerves), she promptly prepared for bed, where she claimed she could lie and watch many beautiful things, though deep down in her heart, we think that perhaps she had a longing to run outside and proclaim the joy of living; but perhaps, again, it was not awakened in her as yet. Everything progressed splendidly until the next morning when Sally s temper manifested itself. She rang for her maid as was her custom. No answer; a deep solemnity pervaded the farmhouse. Her temper . ©gin­ ning to rise rapidly, she kept her hand on the bell and rang furiously. Still only the mocking echo of the bell resounded in her ears then silence prevailed. Now the temper being completely out of control, she threw the covers violently back from the bed, donned a pink imono and slipped her feet into some pink bedroom slippers that stoo y bed. Hastily she jammed a few hairpins into her dark curls an sta e to the door, her wrath completely overwhelming her. That she, daughter of Colonel Worth, should be so outrageously treated! Where was that girl? Didn’t she know perfectly well that Miss Sally Worth was used t being washed, manicured, combed and breakfasted at t is time in morning? Bang! And a book on the bell kept a dismal wail burring through the house. Out stalked Sally toward the downstairs, She was finding her way down the unaccustomed circular stairway when a muttered, W-. \ £ ; V I * [a >a �34 .. DELPHIC “Who can be making that infernal racket?” reached her ears, She stopped short and listened. A muffled pad as of human footsteps reached her ears. She clutched her gown about her and started to retrace her steps when around the curve of the stairway appeared a man, young and handsome. He stopped short. Sally stared in wild-eyed astonish­ ment. He stared. Then they both burst out laughing, and so long and hard that soon they felt as though they were old acquaintances. “Where is everyone?” demanded Sally, her temper beginning to yawn and weaken again. “Gone!” responded the amazing young man. “Gone! Gone!—but where? I’ve got to have attention “Oh, you’re the new boarder, aren’t you?” Then he laughed. Sally bristled and her temper did likewise. “I beg your pardon,” said the man. I laughed because of the thought—you see I’m a new boarder too—of two new boarders being so stranded—you see—” He paused. “M-mh,” said Sally and the sulks began to disappear and a smiling dimple took place. “Jove, but she’s adorable!” thought the young man. “I like him,” mused Sally to herself. Then, both realizing their positions, Sally hesitated, and the young man said: “As we are both in distress, I feel it my duty to help you. I shall prepare the furnace as well as I can. Till breakfast!” and with a smile and a nod he was gone. Sally brightened visibly and with amazing speed for a person suf­ fering from nerves she ran back to her room and sang while she dressed. Fifteen minutes later she found her way to the kitchen and there perceived a black-haired individual with a black smudge on the end of his nose vainly striving to fry some bacon that for some reason or other was very anxious to burn. “Do let me help,” cried Sally, much to her astonishment, as the words fell from her lips. But she had started it, and she would go through with it. “Soon a lovely heat stole up through the house and the aroma of fried bacon and eggs and coffee filled the air. Indeed, and it was not long before two hungry young people sat down to enjoy a makeshift breakfast. “I think,” said Sally demurely, “that it would be better if we were introduced. I'm Sally Worth.” “Ha, I had fairly forgotten. I assure you the pleasure is all mine. I am David Gratton, civil engineer, at your service.” Sally smiled. “But you haven’t told me yet where the folks are, my maid and all—” A frown settled on the young man’s forehead. “I have been trying to figure it out myself. I believe that everyone �DELPHIC 35 except perhaps your maid went to the big show that was given in the town last night. You know they have to cross a river three miles from here, and I think that something—” Ding—r-ring—r-ring— The phone! Sally clutched her chair and David dashed towards the phone. Sally could only grasp, now and then, excited bits of conversation. ‘‘What—none hurt—dam broke—stranded—hello, hell—yes, yes— maid missing—broke. Thanks, yes—Good-bye.” Miss Worth,” exclaimed David. “Now we have the cause of it all.” Yes—yes?” queried Sally. ‘They all went to the show, got to town all right. Everything was fine until they started home. They couldn’t reach the bridge for miles. The dam had broken, covered the bridge entirely, and they are stranded on the other side waiting for the water to recede. Thank goodness, it cannot reach this place because it is situated on this hill.” Ah,” Sally gasped, ‘‘but Jane, she must have gone out after them, when they didn’t return, and been lost. Oh, I do hope nothing has hap­ pened to her!” "Everything will be all right, Miss Worth; please don’t upset your­ self. I am positive they will be able to reach here before tonight.” T hope so,” said Sally. Miss Worth, if you will pardon me, 1 will go outside and see what I can do around the place.” ‘‘Certainly, Mr. Gratton.” Sally, left to her own resources as she had never been before in her young life, felt lost in an impenetrable forest of food, dishes and more dishes, and she had no idea which way to turn. She simply must show Mr. Gratton that she was somewhat capable. She must put some more wood in the stove. Oh, but the door was hot, and Sally nursed a burned finger. Her indomitable temper came to the fore, and Sally’s complaint would have reasserted itself had not her eyes caught a tiny motto on the wall above her. “Laugh and the world laughs with you, Weep and you weep alone.” Sally frowned, choked, swallowed and bravely smiled. For once the antagonistic temper had been conquered. She swept the floor, cleaned up generally, and was just finishing washing the dishes when she heard a sound, and with a flushed face and disheveled curly hair, she turned to the door in time to see a handsome face, scowling darkly, change to a smiling one at the sight of her. Sally guessed a little, put two and two together and smiled. He returned it. ! - fn r-rM B &; ::: iff & lV. Four o’clock that afternoon found David and Sally sitting on the front porch of the farmhouse watching and waiting for news, anxious and worried, yet strangely contented with each other’s company. �I 1 36 DELPHIC The hours slipped by and neither one nor the other noticed their passage. Sally told of her life and that she was the only child and was “so sulky and had a horrible temper”. David grinned sheepishly. “1 confess we should have known each other long ago. We are kindred spirits. If what you say is true. 1 am also troubled with the same inquietude of the mind and my glower is my only weapon, and 1 fear 1 have learned to use it not wisely but too well, and—ah, look! 1 believe 1 can see some people coming this way. See i “Yes, yes!” cried Sally. “It’s they! I am so glad.” Out they ran to meet the folks. Weary, bedraggled and worn, Mother and Daddy Fowler and Jane came into the house and sighed with relief at the sight of comfortable chairs and a roaring fire blazing in the fireplace. Sally almost hugged Jane, so glad was she to see her. Of course excitement reigned and everyone tried to talk at once. “Where—and yes—” “You did—and—” Lost—but found—Oh—” “Miss Worth, I do hope—nerves—all right.” “Yes—we I,—happy now.” Sally sighed. Weren’t they just like one large happy family, and wasn’t she one of them? Where were her nerves, her fretful cries, her troubles? She felt free, gloriously free, and young, so young, and she remembered, “God’s in his heaven, all’s right with the world.” And feeling so happy that a warm tear splashed on her cheeks, she slipped quietly out of doors, and sitting on the porch, watching the moon rise large and solemn, she felt the joy of living and thought of the great lesson she had learned that day, that would go with her all through her life. And who was responsible? She smiled. She simply couldn’t keep him out of her thoughts. Unconsciously she said aloud— “David!” “Yes, Sally.” She started, and looking up saw David standing watching her. He had slipped out after her. “Sally, if 1 may say so, it was by chance that we met today, yet my life seems strangely changed.” Sally sat motionless with eyes downcast. “And we seem so much alike ” “And we both have howling dispositions,” added Sally, trying not to smile. David mused. “Perhaps, but you’re so sweet—” “And”, said Sally. “And, Oh, Sally, I don’t know why 1 love you, but I do.” Irene Mackay, ’25. �DELPHIC 37 Character in Clocks All clocks are eternally stubborn. There are very few exceptions to this rule, in fact I doubt if there are any at all. If we are in a mad rush to catch a train or get to school on time, every clock redoubles its efforts to skip three out of every five minutes. First of all there is the wrist watch, a tiny, frivolous thing, forever being late and needing so much attention. Truly, she is a flapper with her gold, silver and platinum settings. Often she revenges herself by breaking her crystal. I think this is done so she may have a week of rest in a repair shop. As a contrast I will take the stately grandfather clock next. With his aristo­ cratic head cocked on one side, he is forever telling us that he came over on the Mayflower, and he couldn’t possibly converse with those insignifi­ cant mantle clocks. With all his ancestry and pedigree, he seldom ever runs, and says his mistress prefers him to be just an antique. Then there is the ship’s clock, healthy and hardy, and scarcely dig­ nified. Rather careless, I would say, with a broken leg or hand, and a dirty face. Nevertheless he is always cheerful. Personally, I like him, although it might not be proper. The alarm clock!! Mercy, how terrible. The unattractive, homely, spiteful old thing. She usually revenges herself by going off in the mid­ dle of the night and never stops her dastardly noise until we use brute force. Last of all is the study hall clock, rather battered to be sure. She is very simple and never even strikes. I think she is dreadfully stubborn and loves to be slow when empty stomachs are just aching to have attention at ten minutes before eleven. Mayanna Sargent, ’25. The Dying Sun He dies— As a pagan god who wounded lies In splendor ’neath his Grecian skies. From his bier— His silence speaks as phantom seer, Mysteries of an unknown sphere. At his side— Cloud ghosts in rainbow colors glide, Who by his radiance are dyed. Alas,— A fading gleam,—and he shall pass To his sepulchral crevasse! —Helen-Gray Gatens, ’27. ■ �38 DELPHIC Purely a Fantasy^ ■; ■ k In the days of my youth I heard of a city called Venice, where there were no streets, only vast canals, where everything was ideal, a place known the world over for its beauty. Nowadays when people speak of Venice (those who have been there) they can never seem to find words enough to express just what they thought of it. Friends of mine, just home from a trip abroad, who have, of course, stopped at Venice, tell me what a frightful place it is, with its shabby, ramshackle buildings, the dull, slimy waters which lick the edges of the dusty walks, and on those waters, where idyllic gondolas used to glide, common, ordinary boats. “When you go to Europe”, a friend told me once, “don’t go to Venice. It simply isn’t worth the trouble. Everyone who has been there will tell you the same thing. This idea everyone has of its being so remarkably beautiful! Ugh! Nothing beautiful about it!” “But surely”, I told her, “there must be something there, something must have given rise to all this beauty I used to hear about. Why Venice to me is traditional—1 can never think of Venice without connect­ ing it with beauty and romance, with its clear blue skies in daylight, and starlit ones at night.” And it is true, I never do think of Venice without weaving for myself a chain of pictures of this old city, all of them idealistic. On arriving there, as far as I can see, there is water, lovely, clear blue, azure water, or perhaps at times, it is a deep, emerald green, with yellow and rose lights here and there. It depends, of course, a great deal on the sky. Most times when I think of the sky there, it is blue, but sometimes it changes to a hazy green. I always arrive there quite early in the morning, not too early, but just after the sun has come up and has taken away that chilly feeling that the dawn so often brings with it. Then 1 see, beside the water, long tiled avenues, all miraculously clean, with never a spot of dust or dirt on their green surface. For they are all tiled in a dull, dark green. The houses are made of stone, gray stone tinted with rose, which darkens into a bronze in places, and they are all decorated with scrolls and spirals hewn out of the stone. These houses are built practically on the sidewalks, and are all of a size and are almost identical with one another. Each house seems to have dozens of little curved Romeo and Juliet like balconies. At this hour in the morning the shutters of each house are closed, and the whole place has a silent, deserted look, al­ though I can see one or two wraith-like gondolas in the distance. Then suddenly 1 hear somewhere, quite a distance away, the sound of bells chiming, and immediately the whole town awakes. The shops along the main avenue are opened and the shutters of all the houses are flung wide, and people begin moving about. I see many gondola? �DELPHIC 39 moving up and down the canals, and little boys come out and play at sailing boats in the water at their very doorsteps. All day we wander about, either along the walks or in a gondola which we have hired, The gondoliers are distinctly picturesque with their bright headdresses and many colored scarfs. While passing down one canal we come upon a lovely, delicately designed, arched bridge, which seem to connect the second stories of two very palatial dwellings. This, I realize, is the “Bridge of Sighs,” the very bridge that, I think it is Poe, mentions in one of his stories. Then late in the afternoon, somehow, I lose my companion, a young lady, and while searching for her frantically, 1 meet a very handsome gentleman, whom I have known ever so well in America. We shake hands delightedly, and he looks into my eyes, and I look into his, and 1 know that something very, very interesting is going to happen, and I forget all about my friend whom 1 have lost. By this time the sun is setting and the sky has turned a beautiful rose and gold and crimson color and the reflection over the water is the same. And John (his name is always John) suggests that we have tea together beneath one of those delightfully quaint little porticoes over there. I agree readily, and while we are talking over old times and getting acquainted all over again, the sun sets over in the west. When we have finished tea we find that it is later than we had thought, and the sky is gradually growing darker, and 1 notice that the moon is rising and that it is full, It is such a beautiful evening that we both decide that the most pleasant way of spending it together will be to hail a passing gondola and to glide drowsily along in it. When we are are finally settled among the rugs and cushions, we watch the lights playing on the water and the twinkling stars, and the full moon, which in itself is a very favorable omen. And it is about this time that 1 decide that I adore John even more than I thought I did over in America, and I had liked him immensly over there. For, you see, there is an atmosphere about this Venice of mine, which makes one see the world and life through a roseate mist. And while the gondolier plays a dreamy melody on his mandolin, I feel a hand on mine, and arm about me, and we drift on and on. And that is the Venice of my dreams. M. A. P., ’25. 4 cTWidnight Midnight has come, when drowsiness Lures me to the land of dreams. The old world seems asleep—but Even it is restless and awake, While those in their dark corners Of the balmy sleep partake. —Beatrice Foster, ’27. * �40 DELPHIC An Accident Jacqueline was enjoying herself to the limit. It was her pet position, (You see, her father did not allow anyone to put their feet on the couch), her feet cosily curled underneath her and a ridiculously superfluous amount of pillows cushioned around her. She was reading “The Little French Girl,” and between the most vitally interesting parts, she snatched bits of a luscious red, juicy apple, and some delicious fudge. She had made it herself. That alone guaranteed it. And then- -the end—of the story, 1 mean. Of course it was too bad that the story should ever end, but how very sleepy she was! A dance the night before. Wouldn’t it be delightful if something lovely and romantic would happen to her—Jacqueline herself. But no, such things were confined to stories, yet you can never tell. This uncertain life. A crash of squeaking breaks! Oh! Almost immediately a crowd gathered on the corner. A girl had been run down. She had fainted. The young man, who had been driving the car (it was not his fault, the accident) was very anxious. He would take her to a hospital at once. She must have immediate attention. The next morning, very much propped with pillows in a big white bed, her right arm in a sling, and feeling very uncomfortable on account of a clumsy white bandage, cocked just above her left eyebrow, to cover an ugly cut in her forehead, Jacqueline looked forlorn and small, but utterly adorable. She couldn’t help looking adorable, ever. She was wondering how she had got there, when the nurse came in with a card. On it was engraved the name, John King. Jacqueline had heard of him. He was famous for having played on the university team. He was young, handsome and fabulously wealthy. Jacqueline was puzzled, ex­ tremely puzzled. The nurse volunteered, “He asked me to tell you that e is the man that ran over you yesterday.” Jacqueline said, ‘‘Oh.’ Jacqueline said, “Oh,” again, then, “Please tell him to come right in.” irst appeared a gorgeous bouquet of flowers, all her favorites— pink and lavendar sweet peas, orchids, and pink roses. And then the n imse . He surpassed her fondest hope and wildest dream. He had emhJlr?6 °J the savoir'faire she had expected. He was just a very embarrassed young man, come to atone for his misdeeds. this hencmf11 * tGlL y?u how sorrY I am. 1 surely hope you’ll be out of it. if vo y ™ess kefore l°ng. It was just my tough luck to have done wouldn’t be half so*630 unattractive and had refused to see me, I reply ax ah°e r know just what to say to that, so she made no conveniently ram*™6** y thanked hi™ for the flowers. Then the nurse to come again 10 t0 Say doctor wished to see her. John asked br°ught her^omethlno ^ ag?in' g every time. They had got along riPPingly' f)e. Something clever and funny that �DELPHIC 41 they could laugh over together. This time it had been a two month’s old Sealyham terrier. John leaned forward and took her hand. “Jack’leen —sweetheart—” Jacqueline started in her sleep. It was John alright, her big brother, and an awful tease, waking her by strenuous handshake. Jacqueline rubbed her eyes, “It was all a dream, I might have known it.” Dorothy Mautz, ’26. Civilized Indians Under the boughs of a huge spreading maple tree stood a wigwam with deer and fishes and buffaloes painted on the outside. In the eyes of its inhabitants it was a marvel among wigwams,” just like the kind you read about in story books.” But on this particular day things did not seem to be going on very well in the wigwam. Loud were the cries that issued forth, not at intervals, but continuously. Suddenly a girl of about ten burst out of the entrance of the tent followed by a boy some years her elder. “All right for you. Kent Jordon, you won’t see me coming near your old wigwam again. What’s more you needn’t think you can be coming over to my house and playing with my things.” “Now listen here, Anne, just because you couldn’t have the name you wanted you go and get mad. Can’t you let Alice be Minnehaha once in a while?” “Well, do you ever let Jimmie be Hiawatha? Now listen to me, Mr. Smarty, if I can’t be who I want I won’t play.” “All right then don’t. I don’t want to be bothered with you anyway.” Being feminine, Anne got the parting word, “I’ll never speak to you again” echoed back as she disappeared over the top of the fence. Oh, how she remembered it all, and how humiliating it was. Kent had gone away to military school and then to an eastern college and Anne hadn’t seen or heard from him for eight years. Until one day she received a letter telling her that he was coming home, and remem­ bering her words to him, wanted to see if he couldn’t break her resolve. Anne had been more than surprised and rather startled to think he re­ membered. As she rode along the lane, leading up to the porch of their home, she found herself wondering what Kent would be like. He had been a good looking youngster and would probably be an awfully nice young man. His letter had testified to that. It was rather trying to have him remember her child-like ways, but then she could soon convince him that she had grown up as well as he. Anne was at that awful age where a girl is supposed to act grown up and dignified on occasion, but in her soul likes to do the same old childish things. ; v ? �42 I DELPHIC Anne knew that Kent was home for she had heard their car drive up from the station the evening before, and in the quiet summer twilight the voices of the people on the .Jordon’s front porch could easily be heard. Not that Anne was listening especially, but it pleased her to think that the musical deep voice she had heard quite often was Kent’s. Anne also knew that Kent, unless he had changed a great deal, would come over, but unhappily she didn’t know just when. Certainly she never dreamt that it would be at breakfast time in the morning. Anne was the kind of person that dressed in a great hurry so she could stay in bed longer. She also found it a great time-saver to slide down the long, smooth, mahogany banisters. This particular morning being no exception she jumped on, turning her back to the hallway, and down she sailed. She stopped dead at the bottom, afraid to turn her head for midway of her rapid descent she had heard an unmistakable chuckle. She was ruined! How could she ever make a dignified im­ pression on Kent with this for a beginning? Well, she would just have to carry it through. “Same old Anne, aren’t you?" said an easily recognisable voice. Anne turned a rueful face toward him, saying, "Do you think it’s nice to come in without telling anyone?” “Well, that’s a nice kind of a welcome to give me after I’ve been away all these years. By the way, how long are you in the habit of sitting there when you get down?” Remembering where she was, Anne quickly jumped down with flaming cheeks. This was worse that she had ever even imagined. What would be think of her? She seemed to be struck dumb. Looking up, she saw Kent rummaging around in a small closet. “Say, do you still keep your toys here? I thought we might have a g ® of tennis and get acquainted again. Is this racket your§s?” Here was a chance to redeem herself, thought “That’ll be great! Do they play much where you come from?” Anne. Of all the dumb, childish questions! She was thankful when they finallv reached • she could steady her shaken nerves a little "1S C°Urt a"d They had a dandy game and Anne liked „ i reflected that he hadn't changed sn Kentuas TCh as ever' She lunch, but was really rather relieved whenT^Ti uS1le &Sked him t0 dad to have lunch in town with him h SE“d he had Promised his .ooktdTrLrinundir:dhLsi,ar aIIf afternoon and — *e d°g efforts at friendliness, she jumped up IT"8 ,t0 recognize any of his first ring. Kent's voice sounded « the nth. mSked t0 the Phone at its dignified heart almost turned over r 6nd and Annes grown up, “I hear there’s a dance at the country club tonight. Want to run over?” ‘‘Yes, I’d love to, Kent.” �DELPHIC 43 “All right, I’ll be at your house sometime after supper.” Life was worth living once more! If he could go to a dance with her he couldn’t dislike her so very much. The usually speedy Anne spent hours getting dressed, because it was necessary to change her attire four times and finally deciding on the first dress. The family remarked on her extreme neatness, and was properly snubbed by Miss Eighteen. Just as Kent’s whistle sounded from below, Anne decided she wouldn’t them a yank flew down stairs. Soon they wear earrings and giving _ ... were off. The drive to the club was perfect. Anne was her own dignified self, and the more she saw of Kent the more she liked him. But as they walked up the drive Anne was doomed to another “come down.” i : “Say, Anne, 1 don’t know whether I am showing my ignorance or not, but isn’t that an earing hanging on the front of your dress?” Her heart sank. Why couldn’t she be able to avoid such embarrassing moments? And in answering there was just a little quaver in her voice, “Oh dear, why didn’t you tell me before?” “1 didn’t see it Anne, but it doesn’t matter, does it?” Anne was silent, there was no use in saying anything. There just wasn’t any hope for a girl like her that couldn’t grow up. How could he ever like her? He probably thought she was a baby. Silently she went to the dressing room, took off her wraps and joined Kent once again. They danced and Kent proved himself as good a dancer as he was a tennis player. He didn’t talk when he danced, and Anne liked him for that. People that have music in their souls and really like to dance don’t find it necessary to talk. As the last strain of “Moonlight and Roses” died softly away. Kent said, “Want to go out on the porch and cool off and talk a little? We haven’t had a chance to say anything much yet.” They sat in the cool summer starlight and talked, first laughingly °f the old kid days together, and then seriously of the life before them. It was so nice to talk to a boy, thought Anne, who could actually talk soberly. She was so sick of patter. Unspoiled little Anne didn’t realize how enchantingly pretty she was in her creamy dress against the dark green background of the vines. After some moments’ silence Kent made Anne really happy once more. Jove, but I like you, Anne,” he said boyishly, "you're so natural and impulsive. On the way home I thought a lot about you, wondering what you would be like. I hoped you would be a little different from other girs and you are.” Then softly, 'T’ve told you that l like you Anno. 0n t y°u ^11 me what you think of me?' e Anne w*?s silent a minute and then, looking into his honest brown y > she said, “You haven’t disappointed me, Kent." li, VW. �DELPHIC 44 << > Tis Better to Have Loved and Lost" Terry was disconsolate. She was angry with everyone in the whole, wide world, including herself. She wanted to cry, but was just the least bit too proud to let herself do it. “And then,” she argued valiantly, “I do look so awful after I finish crying, it really isn’t worth it.” So she didn’t cry just then, but turned to her mirror and gave herself a search­ ing look. “I am goodlooking,” she said aloud, “I don’t care if I do say it, and I’m sure I’m interesting, and I like to do things, and I’m a pretty good sport—and I don’t know what’s the matter with me! Everybody knows, or should know, that I don’t pretend to be as beautiful or popular as Glenn, (Glenn was her sister), but 1 should think somebody might pay even the least bit of attention to me. I’m not homely and I'm not dis­ agreeable, and I want to be popular!” And, strange to say, although she was proud, Terry put her head down in her arms and wept. Terry knew she was foolish to cry, no one knew it any better. Especially over such a thing as popularity. All “the girls” at school liked her immensely, there was certainly no lack of popularity in that direction. She was never a wall-flower at a dance, but neither was she ever the most sought after girl on the floor. Not that she wanted to be, but she did want to have someone, besides her partner, who was obliged, by courtesy, to save her from “sitting out,” seem very interested in her, beg to dance with her, and “cut in”—oh, ever so many times. Glenn was only a year older than she was, and yet everyone seemed to think she was twenty, or nineteen at the least, while Terry was seven­ teen. The trouble was, she decided, wiping her eyes, that she looked too young, acted too young, seemed too young in every way. Glenn looked aw ully much older, she always knew how to act, she had poise, and, above all, a “line.” But I hate lines, Terry told herself, bitterly, “and I don’t know how to cultivate one anyway, and I wouldn’t have one if I did know how. They re common and ordinary, and I’d much rather be myself, although nobody else seems to appreciate me as I am. Oh, I don't know what ^ Glenn (° P'3y her 3 Set of tennis, Glenn re‘ Ihem ' Ru Sht H P.r0m,sed Dick and Tom and Jim to play with We'd he plat b 3 e ’ y,°U C3n come out t00> if you want to, Terry, we d be glad to have you play with us. makeNfive0fanyri°Ul’ tried her best t0 be offhand. “But I’d Another riL 1 V u * WOrk 0ut very well. It’ll have to be another time, I guess. Then to herself, “Same old story ” whole week- SelfishSngf h0f Qenn had Sone t0 the beach for 3 with cTenn eone* ‘1m’ but She knew that perhaps, now some fellow who was Vt-U P°b t0 br'nS over that terribly hand­ some fellow who was v,siting him during his spring vacation. With Glenn �DELPHIC 45 out of the way, he might, to use a slang expression, “fall for her,” and there would follow naturally, several engagements, lunch at Wisteria Villa, the theatre, little tete a tete dinners, or, too wonderful to be true, a dance, perhaps even two. It happened. Terry was in the seventh heaven of rapture. His name was Hugh, he was tall with wavy, dark brown hair, brown eyes, and a very dark complexion, athletic, a perfect dancer and all-round sportsman. Terry could hardly believe that he had noticed her, had taken her to the theatre, had danced, played tennis, and golfed with her. Tomorrow morning they were going riding, tomorrow evening they were having dinner together. Terry thought of nothing else, even dreamed of him. At last someone was “rushing her.” Sometimes she would say to herself, “Am I dreaming? Can this really be I?” And again, “I’m awfully foolish to adore Hugh so much -after all. he’s only a man.” A trifle egotistic, but only for a minute, and her lack of self-confidence would return: “It won’t last. It’s too good to be true. He probably won’t even write when he goes back to college.” But Hugh did write. Long enthusiastic letters, that told her of college, what he was doing, of what he intended to do. Glenn noticed these letters and teased her about them. “Well, Terry, so you’ve succumbed at last! When did it happen? Will he be up next summer, and if so, may I meet him?” Sometimes Terry’s high spirits fell. “When he meets Glenn,” she would think soberly, “it’ll be all off with me. Not that I’ll blame her any, it’ll be just my luck.” And so on, until the next letter arrived, when her spirits would soar again, and she would say, “He does like me or he wouldn’t write. I shouldn’t feel that way about Glenn, He won’t, he shan’t fall for her. I won’t let him.” But Terry was very much afraid of Glenn, in spite of her resolution, and she did not look forward to their meeting with any enthusiasm. In July, Hugh came up to visit Bob again, and Terry decided to meet the issue at stake immediately. So she invited Hugh to dinner, to meet Glenn. She had a new dress which she donned for the first time that evening, and she tried her very best to look as lovely as possible, but when she saw Glenn in the hall her heart almost stopped beating. Glenn was glorious. The two sisters went into the library together. Hugh was standing with his back to them, looking out of the window. As they came in he turned quickly, and Terry saw his eyes fall upon her first, and then turn to Glenn. She introduced the two, and although she watched him carefully during the evening, she found that his eyes and his manner were inscrutable. He left rather early, having said nothing to Terry about a date for the next day, and she went to bed panic-stricken. She wandered about the house distractedly all the next day, and when she swe^' *e^eP^one rInS sharply early in the evening, she ran to an- �1 46 DELPHIC “Hello. Hugh’s voice. A second’s silence. Then: “May I please “Hello. speak to Glenn? The blood rushed pounding to her temples. Some­ thing within her almost cried out: “Not Glenn, Hugh,—not Glenn.” She made a terrific effort to regain her composure. Her voice shook a little as she said, “.Just a moment, please.” She put the receiver down, heavily. Couldn’t she do—anything? Was she so utterly powerless? Hadn't it seemed inevitable from the first? Had it meant so much to her? All these questions went pounding through her head. Then some­ thing she had once said came back to her suddenly: “After all—he’s only a man.” She turned away from the telephone and went to Glenn’s door. Opened it. In a voice, not quite steady, and strangling a sob, she said, “Glenn dear, there’s somebody wants you on the telephone.” Then she stumbled blindlv to her room. Shut the door and locked it. M. A. P., ’25. Isola Bella Mystery and romance walk hand in hand over this beautiful island. One has the sensation of intruding when you step out of a modern boat onto the step of stone where paths have been worn from perpetual treading. Even my breath behaved in a curious way as I dreamily strolled about this beautiful place. My poor description would seem as nothing, for words do not exist that would portray to you my im­ pressions. A mass of stone walls, terraces, and palaces seem to take uniform shape on this tiny island, where not a square foot of land has not had the skilful touch of a genius of architecture, landscaping, or gardening. The palace I cannot endeavor to describe. I see in my mind vague recollections of tapestried divans, chairs and beds with glittering crystal chandeliers hanging from gold tinted ceilings. A rose tinted casement was opened and there before me lay the most gorgeous, superb panorama that mortals or immortals could desire to gaze upon. Winding paths of agate form a maze of autumn color bordered with stones of pure white pumice. Terrace upon terrace enrolled itself revealing orange and citrus trees. Graceful bamboos swayed in the gentle breeze and cast rippling shadows over the entire garden. I shall see to the end of my life those magnificent white peacocks proudly standing on the terraces, while the emerald green of Lake Majiore formed a background not to be compared. The fragrance of white gardenias floated among the trees and flowers as I strolled enchanted across the velvet carpet of grass. It seems that beauty will ever attract us in whatever form she may take and to me that goddess will ever be pictured lying leisurely on the steps of Isola Bella. Mayanna Sargent, ’25. �DELPHIC M cA Restful Summer June was coming into its full glory, and thoughts of vacation were foremost in my mind. 1 felt like taking the whole summer off, and did not see any reason why 1 should not do so, since it was my duty to take a look at my ranch at Lone Pine to see how my nephew was getting on as manager, So, having wired him to meet me, I took the train and arrived the next day at Lone Pine which I beheld in all the dusty, sunny splendor of high noon. 1 cast a hasty, expectant look about in search of my nephew. He was not there. 1 surveyed the expanse of sun burnt grass from the rail­ road track to where the horizon line faded out in the dim purple of the distance. Here and there a cow dozed in the midday heat. Here and there sprawled a few wind-bent bushes; but nowhere, in that vast space, was there one object which I might have mistaken for the ap­ proaching figure of that most desired nephew. 1 decided that the wisest thing to do was to wait; and forthwith I sat down on my suit case, with the baked mud under me and the blazing sun aoove. As I was idly gazing at nothing in particular, two horses crossed the horizon and came galloping across the plain. As they neared me l saw that one of them had a rider. On, on they came till, when they were within a short distance of me, the rider drew rein and 1 recognized my nephew, David. “I’m sorry I’m late. The train must have come in early, he said as he greeted me. “It was on time according to schedule,’’ I retorted irritably. He said no more about the train and went on to explain that he would have brought the buggy, but had the misfortune to break one of the wheels on a trip the previous summer and had not had time to fix it. "Just hand me your suit-case, uncle,’’ he said patronizingly. Prince there,” he indicated the scrawny sorrel that he held by the lead, is squeamish about what goes onto his back, but Minnie, she 11 stand for anything.” Minnie turned her head and gave her master a look of singular con­ tradiction. David continued his drawl all the way home, often telling me that a restful summer was just what I needed. However, when I went to my room that night, I went with the staunch opinion that what my ranch and its finances needed, more than a restful summer, was an earthquake or something of a similar nature. Yet I had learned very little of how things were from the business standpoint, for David had just installed a water . piping system, connected with an artesian well, and could talk of nothing �48 DELPHIC but this accomplishment. Having listened to the method, particulars, and details over and over, I finally bade him good-night and went to bed. About two o’clock I was awakened by a frantic pounding at the door and Mrs. Allard, the housekeeper, crying out, “Come quick, come quick. “What’s the matter?” I asked. Oh, matter enough. Ride as fast as you can to the Smith place, and tell him to come at once.” I groped my way to the coral, where 1 found the horses dozing at the far end of the fence. I made a dive at one of them, caught him by mane and threw the saddle across his back. A moment later 1 was riding furiously along the road to Dr. Smith’s, and wondering if my nephew was dead or only mortally wounded. 1 roused the worthy doctor with resounding knocks on his door; and ere another minute passed we were thundering down the road together like Icabod Crane and the headless horseman, In breathless anxiety I dashed into the house, where I encountered Mrs. Allard transfixed in her astonishment. “Is everything all right?” 1 asked. “The house is almost flooded,” she answered, “but what is Dr. Smith doing here?" “Why,” I said, “you sent me for him.” “Land sakes,” she exclaimed, “I sent you for John Smith, the plumber. The pipes from David’s well have burst and water is over everything.” “Then why didn’t you tell me or call David?” “Well, I thought you knew I meant the plumber. I never dreamed you’d go for the doctor, and I did not want to bother you about fixing the pipes yourself, since you are our guest; and, well, I never wake David, dear lad that he is. It will break his heart when he hears this. He did love those pipes.” “That being the case his heart will break now,” I said, “for I intend to inform him presently.” I did not go for the right Smith. I was in no mood for another ride, and besides I had ridden the horse into a lather as it was. So I and the doctor and David (I had no scruples about waking David), worked the rest of the night repairing the damage. I railed at my fate that night, and I truly believe what happened the next day was my just punishment. The dam above the ranch broke its walls and the water came pouring down on us. The house was swept away. David and I spent the rest of that restful summer rebuilding itDavid’s work, of course, consisted, for the most part, in giving advice. Cecilie Applegath, ’25. �DELPHIC 49 ‘‘Nature” Slowly behind the western hills the and lints of gold flooded the sky and reflmeT inciteThe'mS°n o‘El,p£"„',rred “b1 °r aart sage »« -i.t m. i i nphhi d f Th ’ °]0StT h!dden by a llttle cresL could be seen a tiny lake of blue. The early Indians called it “Lake of Death ” due to the fact that few people ever crossed it safely. Large springs served as an inlet and promoted its historical name. P g as mfnGnaHUiillyK.and alm0sto unnoticeably the brilliant colors faded away into a dull blue mist. Stealthily elk and doe crept from the distant woods to the lake for a sip of water. Then after cooling their tired feet they started again into the forest. ’ The sky slowly darkened. Every color seemed to vanish—as if bv andSr„tAt ^ SOlfmn m00n sh°wed its s,eePy face above the horizon less as 7 it IV Uhp0n Jhe lake' Everything was still and motion unmarred L by the Spe" °f death' Suddenl>' breaking the seemed m “ “y°te weanly caIIed 10 his restless mate, This seemed to awaken other sleepy animals and the wise old owl hooted in the tree tops. the world the nighttslowl>' ended- The moon lowered and sank behind d greyneSS of the hllls- Daylight once more lightened the drowsy rnlllL6 aun.showed its smiling face most of the day, then faded. Dark HS!“a,)r '”a “ '°"owed 6y was the preceding night 'r°m this gloomy, tense atmosphere. Still, beauty could be found in the western scene as the sand heaped, and the lake rippled laughingly. had outlasted^)! th£ m0°" was seen riding high in the sky. Proudly it the lazy animaL m1' Pe3Ce W3S restored among the f°ur winds, and tazy animals continued to sleep. Beatrice Foster, ’27. Thoughts Why was I not an Indian maid To roam the forest wide? Or princess of the Island Shaad To dance before the tide? My heart craves things—unthought of things That are not mine to grasp; Take me where the palm trees swing And lazy camels bask. —Beatrice Foster, ’27. �50 DELPHIC Selected Spasms Genius Cries for Help Subjects are worn to a frazzle. There is nothing to write about which has not grown stale long ere this. It is expedient that I compose an essay—that form of prose which relates to the simple reflections that come to one’s mind. But if my mind assininely refuses to reflect, what can 1 do? A rather well known personage of the past once said: “Do or die. Since 1 cannot do, I suppose I must die. “Oh! Death! Come. Hark. No answer! Not even an echo! In louder tones I call: “Oh! Death! Come. Still no response; evidently death has lost its hearing. What will be­ come of me? I cannot “do,” I cannot “die.” There is no alternativetherefore—in that direction. Another famous man once said: “To be, or not to be. He did not finish the sentence, so I shall take it upon myself to complete it for him. “Am I to be an essayist, or am I not to be one?’ I ask you this how can I be an essayist, if I am unable to devise a means of securing sufficient data to write an essay? Don't you agree with me, regarding the utter impossibility of the thing? And yet, since I must write an essay, how can I save myself from the awful fate? I am suspended between two eventual decisions. Which I shall choose concerns not the present, but the time that will soon be present— namely—the future. If I write an essay, I cannot be original this has been proven by Aristotle’s theory. Wherefore, if I do not write an essay —according to the proof which Francis Bacon’s system of philosophy has furnished, I shall be forced to directly oppose the law which de­ mands that I make some attempt at that form of prose composition which is now in discussion. It is indeed a terrible world, for I cannot “do, I cannot “die,” I cannot “be,” neither can I “not be.” There must be something wrong somewhere. Surely it cannot be a superfluity, for the symptons do not tend in that direction. Therefore, I conclude that it must be a deficiency. But what is lacking? Let me think! I have it! Inspiration! That’s the thing! But whence comes inspiration? Must one dive into the depths of the sea for it, or fly up into the clouds in its wake? I’ll call it Per‘ chance it will hear me and respond. “Inspiration! Come! Hast thou, like death, become deaf? Or art thou merely elusive? Ah! Methinks I see a light! It flickers, then goes out. But no! it has deviated fro111 its course, and flares again before my vision, as a stroke of lightning- �i DELPHIC 51 How to kindle that flame—how to transform it into a glowing fire? My brain will not function, and inspiration flies away, intact. No! There it is again! But only for a moment—then it vanishes like some phantasy. Inspiration—thou art too evasive for mortals such as I. Inspiration, I crave thee—yet I cannot have thee. All right, I’ll display a little inde­ pendence—! don’t want you. Return whence you came! Never let me see your countenance again! Ah! I thought that would bring results. Just a little obstinacy—was that it? Now, you’ve come to me to stay— yes? Well, imp of Satan, I’ll have my revenge. I see that you have the neck, as well as the heart, of a chicken. Revenge is sweet, but sweeter still are the vibrations which your moans cause upon my organs of hearing, as slowly I wring your neck. Inspiration, thou art no more. Now, I can write without the continuous irritation of your presence. Farewell! Now, to work!” Analene Cohen, ’25. Bridge A standard dictionary thus defines the word bridge for us: a structure erected to afford passage across a waterway; also, a frame for holding false teeth, which is clamped to adjoining teeth on each side. But however edifying each of these definitions may be, neither meaning will be of use on the subject about which I will presently try to discourse. My bridge is a game of self-control, played with a deck of fifty-two cards—an equal number each of clubs, hearts, spades, and diamonds. 1 will not go into detail, for I am not myself, as yet—-beyond the trumpingmy-partner’s-trick stage. Perhaps I am not qualified to do that w ic I am attempting, but I can speak of my own impressions. They speak of beginner’s luck—a pianola hand self-playing, you ' king, queen, jack, ten, and three others of the know, consisting of ace, same suit. I had one once. They didn’t even worry about me then. By the time the hand was half over my partner was allowe to rus to the rescue. I barely made my bid of two. Very few peop e cou have done it—come so near to losing the bid, I mean. Did you ever hear of that flighty young individual, laboring un the frightful delusion, who said: “Oh yes, I learned to p ay n ge other night. I don’t think I like it very well”? Don’t despair. All players are not like this. There is t e n g Piayer with the poker face, both concerning the game !tself> He and disgust at having me sit opposite him. He suffers in „ ,s l0"g suffering and of great patience. One of tthe ambit,,ony>f ^ life- is to show him! But the sun will grow cold, an 0ld before I do it uu ll* - orothy Mautz, 26. D �52 DELPHIC Do Students Study? At last after many years of research—both historical and scientific, a question has been found, worthy of puzzling that great unknown quantity—the sphinx, itself. To solve this question the wide gulf must be bridged between our present erudition and the evasive fourth dimen­ sion. The subject of this anomalous discussion is composed of three words, very commonly employed in the language of the day, but seldom used in the connection which I am about to lay before you. Now, in order that you may comprehend this subject more clearly, I shall disclose the greatest question ever propounded to the superior intellect of the genus homo. Behold it- writtten in is simplest yet its most complex form; one moment is granted in which you may brace yourselves for the shock. And now I ask—nay—1 even implore you to enlighten me if you are able so to do, in my ignorance concerning the answer to this: "DO STUDENTS STUDY?” i reiterate the words in their unadorned simplicity—"DO STUDENTS STUDY?” as Hamlet was once overheard to remark: "Ay—there’s the rub.” There indeed is the rub. I am a student myself—at least that is what I believe I ought to be termed for I have attended kindergarten, grammar school, high school, etc., and I intend to continue the struggle at some university, And among the surprisingly few facts which have managed to find a per­ manent place of repose in my cerebrum, the definition of the word "SCHOLAR" shines forth like a bright illumination—as one who is engaged in study or devoted to books or learning. (Of course lexico­ graphers judge only from appearances—they cannot know the inner life of the average scholar of this era.) "STUDENT” so it seems, is synonymous with "SCHOLAR.” Likewise, a scholar has been admitted by the best authorities to be a student. However, as this is not a treatise on the "why and wherefore” of a student but merely the discussion of a question whose significance is above doubt, let us desist from dealing with useless data and allow our minds to become engulfed in the labyrinth of unadulterated debate. If I were Patrick Henry, I should ask for a "studious student or an untimely end. If my name were Edmund Burke, I would discourse brilliantly on the "awfulness of the student.” If Abraham Lincoln were my appellation, I would declare “study of the student, by the student, for the student. student.” But since I am only the trivial and insignificant author of this attempt at the impossible, I shall leave to your imagination the aforementioned verbal controversy. In conclusion, let me express my utmost desire that your mind’s eyes and ears derive the most beneficient pleasure from the battle of words over this great problem. When the debate has come to an end, you will ask yourself: "DO STUDENTS STUDY?” and your inner self win respond, without the least particle of ignominy, just as a student would in a like case: "I DON’T KNOW.” Analene Cohen, ’25. * �DELPHIC Class Basketball The interest shown for class games this season was at a high point throughout the school. The games were played as follows: Freshmen vs. Sophomores, first. Both classes had good material and the score was a tie, 16-16. Sophomore vs. Junior also was a tie, the score being 8-8. Freshmen vs. Senior game ended with a score of 12-38 in favor of the older team, although our babies put up a good fight, holding the Seniors one quarter, to tie shots. Freshmen vs. Junior game gave the Juniors a lead of 16-4 in score. Sophomore vs. Senior game put the Seniors in for a game with the Juniors as they won 7-12. Junior vs. Senior game turned the Seniors chances for class honors in this sport, as the Juniors won, 26-18. Another Sophomore vs. Junior game was necessary, as the previous game between the two had been a tie, and the Seniors had beaten the under-classmen. This game was snappy and exciting, ending in favor °f the Juniors by one point, 18-17. The Juniors therefore won the cup for 1925. Then came the annual fray between “Days” and “Boarders. Practice for both teams was to be seen often, and decisive steps were taken for improvement. Although a good number of “Day girls stayed, and the encouragement from mothers for the daughters playing kept spirits high on that side, the “Boarders” thought of those at home and the loyal little band that backed them so faithfully, and won 10-18. Muriel Barde, Captain of the winners, backed the girls throughout the game, and made team-work count every minute. Katie Martin, Captain of the Days, played her usual fine steady game, and had her team on the S° until the last second. �DELPHIC 54 Following are the class line-ups: Freshmen: Centers—Mary Aileen Martin, Mary Helen Carr. Guards—Louise Holford, Kathleen Jayne, Mary Elizabeth Wheeler. Forwards—Frances Loomis, Marjorie Holman, Maxine Bennet. Sophomores: Centers—Mary Malarkey, Ardella Sweek, Anne Stange. Guards—Helen Loomis, Geraldine Kirby, Marie Mecklem. Forwards—Jane Cullers, Mary Alice Meyer, Deborah Ball, Rhoda Gantenbein. Juniors: Centers—Muriel Barde, Helen Peters, Roberta Pittock. Guards—Betty Allyn, Helen Dunn, Margaret Brandes. Forwards—Nancy Chipman, Elizabeth Martin. Seniors: Centers—Katie Martin, Evelyn Meyer. Guards—Edythe Hartley, Velma Payne. Forwards—Marjorie Pittock, Marjorie Mariner. Day Pupils’ Team: Centers—Katie Martin, Helen Peters, Roberta Pittock. Guards—Betty Allyn, Helen Loomis, Mayanna Sargent. Forwards—Nancy Chipman, Elizabeth Martin, Marjorie Pittock. Boarders’ Team: Centers—Muriel Barde, Anne Stange. Guards—Edythe Hartley, Velma Payne. Forwards—Frances Loomis, Zelah Bartholomew, Marjorie Mariner. Baseball Juniors vs. Freshmen. The first game of the season, played on May 1, was between the Freshmen and Juniors. The little greenhorns put up a gallant battle, but were finally beaten by their elders. The score was 21-11. The line-ups were as follows: Catcher .... Pitcher .... Short Stop . First Base . Second Base Third Base Right Field Left Field .. Center Field Juniors Julia Smith. . Helen Peters Freshmen Mary Aileen Martin Frances Loomis Muriel Barde.... Helen Adelsperger Elizabeth Martin Louise Holford Zelah Bartholomew.... Kathleen layne Roberta Pittock. Gladys Elliot Grace McKeown, Gladys Goodman Margaret McCall Mary Helen Carr Juniors vs. Seniors. The Juniors beat the Seniors in basketball, but hings are evened up now, for the Seniors beat the Juniors in baseball. It was a close game from beginning to end, and most exciting to all ITwTtJS/S'r,p'Sf ”n "•»5-"y <•« score was 28-35. ! . ; ! �DELPHIC 55 The line-up: Catcher Pitcher Short Stop . First Base . Second Base Third Base Right Field . Left Field . . Center Field Seniors Juniors Mayanna Sargent.. ...Julia Smith Katie Martin,.............Helen Peters Betty Sewall.... Marjorie Pittock Muriel Barde Edythe Hartley. Elizabeth Martin Evelyn Meyer. . . Zelah Bartholomew Gwendolyn Hall. Roberta Pittock Marjorie Mariner Grace McKeown Analene Cohen. . Margaret McCall Juniors vs. Sophomores. This game was played on May 7. The Sophomores won, and the score was 34-29. But the history of the game is accurately described in the following poem by a prominent member of the losing side. ! “Fifteen men on the dead man’s chest,” “Yoh Ho, and a bottle of rum.” The Juniors all forgot to come— We played with eight Quite resigned to our fate, And now it’s all over and done. A few struck out, and a few they walked: But the sturdy “sophs” they never balked— When we’d hit a run, they’d home it quick, Ah, those little “sophs,” they made us sick. Oh youngsters you got us, our poor measly eight— So laugh--right now! Quick! before it’s too late— For the Seniors will lick you for taking our score. And then your laugh’s over forever more. The final game which decides the championship will be played be­ tween the Sophomores and Juniors, but at a date when it will be too late to write up the outcome in our paper. At any rate we know it wi be a dandy game. A cup has been put up by a Senior and therefore the Seniors feel morally obliged to win. Last returns from the baseball game—the Sophomores won t e cup, with a score of 16 to 12. Tennis and the weather has Tennis has proved as popular as ever this year been most favorable for tournaments. A number of matches h ^ played off already, but the finals will come off at a a be entered in the paper. We are very sorry for this, but it « avoidable. . . Thi<; has Next year we are going to have a cement te^ms ' and also been made possible by the money raised by the graduating class by the money raised at the school bazaar. �DELPHIC 56 7 OloGtfujmes MARRIAGES: Faith Newton, ’19, to Lieutenant Harold Roberts, U. S. Marine Corp. Elizabeth Swank to Harold Ransome. Thyra St. Clair, ’21, to Alfred Newman. Phelina Bartlett to Frank Tedford. Margaret Cook to J. L. Wilcox. BIRTHS: To Mr. and Mrs. Walter McMonies (Willetha Ritter, ’23) a son, Warren Anthony, March 10, 1925. ENGAGEMENTS: Mary Helen Spaulding, T9, to Harry Clair. Margaret Johnson to Augustine Frances. MISCELLANEOUS: Idelle Egbert, attending the University of Oregon, is now a Pi Beta Phi. Mrs. Harold Ransome ( Elizabeth Swank) visited the boarding depart­ ment Sunday afternoon, January 11, 1925. Hylah Fraley, 20, is doing Social Service work in Portland in con­ nection with the Child Welfare Bureau. Mrs. Harold Roberts (Faith Newton, T9) visited the school on her way to Wallace, Idaho. Mrs. George Weldin (Helen Ballard, T8) visited the school with her baby boy, in April. The two children of Mrs. Wade (Lucile Brown, T7) were baptized in the school chapel. The school wishes to Pay tribute to the memory of Mrs. Slattery (rlorence Pangle), who attended school as a little girl in the primary department, and later in the academic department. She was obliged to leave before graduation because of delicate health. She was greatly loved by the girls at school, and was baptized and confirmed in the school chapel. She died at the Wilcox Memorial Hospital a few hours after the death of her baby son. The friends of Phihppa Sherman, '22, were interested in seeing her AnP°ei?e °W‘,' P"nted in the Oregon Alumnae Paper. Anne Wentworth 23 Hazelmary Price, '23, Hylah Fraley, ’20, Vir­ ginia Pittock, 22, Idelle Egbert, and Dorothy Mielke,. ’24, were recent visitors at the Hall. ^QueeTof iSr" (SuZanne Caswe11’ ’20) has just been chosen �DELPHIC 57 January 6—Found us all back, ready to take up our lessons where we left them before vacation (December 19-January 6). And each girl with the idea of upholding the standard of the school in doing as splendidly in her work for the remainder of the year as she did the first of the year. January 15-24—During this space of time, wonderful class spirit was shown in our athletics, for the class games in basketball were being played off. The final game was won by our noble successors, the Juniors. January 16—The Seniors held a candy sale, and as the “Hall Girls” have a tooth for sweets, the sale was a success. January 21—The Glee Club held its annual concert, which was a great success: the only “flat" not appreciated by all the audience was an accident, which happened in the back of the room. January 26-30—Exams! Oh, how we worried! Aren’t teachers just too unmerciful for words? February 26-30—Exams safely past, what next? More study of course, but the most talked of subject was our next event. February 7—Oh! the event looked forward to by those girls sixteen years of age or over, the Junior Prom. February 12—The Lincoln Medal was won by Edythe Hartley, and honorable mentions by Matilda Bowman and Betty Sewall. February 23—The brave patriots earned a holiday in which to celebrate Washington’s birthday. March 3—Much to the amazement of the day girls, the boarders carried the final honors of the season with a score of 18-10. Rah! Rah! Rah! Boarders! And their basketball team. �58 DELPHIC March 17—Doctor Clark gave a very interesting address in chapel. March 18_The Glee Club gave a short concert over the radio. March 27__The last day of the quarter, and again the banner was won by the Senior Class. Dean Bolton of Washington University visited the school. April 15—Senior Class Play. April 16—Sister Superior invited all the Seniors to dinner. April 17—The girls were given a long Easter vacation to recuperate and get their hearts back to normal after the strain the love scene in the play put upon them. May 1—The Seniors held a lunch sale at recess, which increased the sum in the strong box, by some twenty-six or twenty-seven dollars. The Delphic must go to press! What will the Kalendar do? It can only put down the dates that have been set ahead of time, for the remainder of the year. May 8—The Senior class is invited to Reed College for “Reed Day.” May 14—Junior-Senior luncheon at the Waverley Country Club. May 16—The Senior class is invited to a tea given by the Alumnae Association. May 19—Tennis Tournament. As far as we can tell now the finals will be between Helen Aldesperger and Zelah Bartholomew for beginners, Edythe Hartley and Mary Alice Meyer for Juniors, and Catherine Martin and Peggy Cannon for Seniors. The tournament is to be followed by a picnic super-dance given by the “New Girls” for the “Old Girls.” May 23—Matilda Bowman has asked her classmates to spend the after­ noon of this date at her home. May 25-29—Exams. May 30 Oh! What a date! On this day the school honors are to be given out. First and second testimonials, school letters, and medals, and prizes won by the girls who were competitors in out-side com­ petitions. This is to be followed by the Senior tea. May 31—Baccalaureate Sermon and Luncheon. June 1—Senior Prom. June 2 Senior breakfast and final rehearsal. Then comes commence­ ment, and, after we are graduates, we are to spend the remainder of the evening at Mayanna Sargent’s before taking our last farewalls. �DELPHIC Junior Prom—The Junior Prom was given at the Portland Heights Club on the evening of February the seventh. The rooms were artisti­ cally decorated hy the seniors, in pastel shades of crepe paper, and pussy willows. Punch was served and later in the evening refreshments. We are all hoping that our other Proms in the future will be as successful. Singing Over the Radio—“Station K. G. W., Portland, Oregon. Good evening, Radio friends. I have the pleasure of introducing the St. Helen’s Hall Glee Club in a short concert this evening. The club is under the direction of Mrs. Mabel Hall Smith. The first selection wi be the Alma Mater.” ,, That was over. Mr. Haller had said the fatal words: the cruel world was waiting. Not to dispute grammar, but to us there in that small room the world was an abstract noun. In fact too abstract for comfort. There we stood in that small, mysterious and deathly quiet room, thirty-seven of us, with thirty-seven pairs of weakened knees to hold us UP- That was when the micraphone must have broadcasted heart ea s as well as words. Ah, the song had started! We knew that because we saw each other’s mouths moving, and heard suppressed and flat tones floating forth �60 DELPHIC to the world. Louder and louder we sang. Flatter and flatter the sounds were. The first song was over. No applause—no encouraging glances from friends in the audience--nothing—merely determination. But everything went off well after the first ordeal. The last song—then again the announcing, “this concludes the pro­ gram of the St. Helen’s Hall Glee Club.” Thus finished our first radio program. The Senior Play" On Wednesday, April fifteenth, at the Women’s Clubhouse, the Seniors presented an original dramatization of “Silas Marner.” Promptly at eight-fifteen, the curtain rose before a most enthusiastic audience; and “the play was on”—on to the end without a break. This is the first time a class has presented a play written by itself. The play was coached by Miss Greathouse, who was assisted by Miss Wilson. All the members of the cast deserve great credit, for each and every one portrayed her part well. The play was preceded by a sale of flowers, candy and needlework of various kinds. This was presided over by members of the other classes. A musical program between the acts was furnished by Bernice Congleton, Beverly Roberts and Matilda Bowman. For this, which was in keeping with the atmosphere of the play; and for the music off stage during the New Year’s Ball, thanks are due to Miss Harding. Our thanks are due, also, to others for our success: first and chiefly to Olds, Wortman and King, whose generosity made possible the splendid settings; and to the chairman of various committees, who are as follows: Stage Manager—Evelyn Meyer. Scenery—Marjorie Pittock. Costumes—Celeste Proctor. Tickets—Lillian Bennett. Programs—Donna Magnuson. Usher—Darrel Torrey. The cast (in order of appearance) : Godfrey Cass ...................... Dunstan Cass ...................... * Silas Marner .............................. Eppie ................................" Priscilla Lammeter ................... ’ Mrs. Osgood ............................ ’ Nancy Lammeter........................ Dr. Kimble ............................... Squire Cass ...................... . Mrs. Kimble .............................."' ’ Mr. Lammeter ...........................’ Jane ................................... . . . Aaron ......................................... Mrs. Winthrop ............................ ’ ’* Catherine Martin Cecilie Applegath Gwendolyn Hall Velma Payne Irene Mackay Katharine Mayhew Betty Sewall Edythe Hartley Mayanna Sargent Lilias Peltier Analene Cohen Dorothy Mautz Edythe Hartley Elbertine Adams �DELPHIC 61 On the sixteenth of April, Sister Superior invited the Senior Class to dinner, There was a huge table in the dining room, that stretched practically from one end of the room to the other. We were told that it was just like that for the Senior breakfast; and we were surprised, having never attended a senior breakfast before. At any rate we all enjoyed the dinner immensly and felt very important because the boarders of other classes had to sit at small tables. During courses we sang school songs, among them the one beginning “A Bishop came to the Beaver state,” which we decided we liked the best. After dinner we had a glorious time dancing, and the boarders’ orchestra played a few selections for us—not as many as we would have liked (they seemed a trifle exclusive). When the bell rang for study hour for the boarders we had one last dance and then departed, having had an altogether enjoyable evening. Several of the most momentous occasions have as not as yet hap­ pened, so we cannot describe them thoroughly before the Delphic goes to press. . , First there is the Junior Senior luncheon which will be given on Thursday, May 14th at the Waverly Country Club. We all know that we are going to have a wonderful time and are looking forward to it expectantly. . , . . Then the new girls have invited all the old girls to attend a picnic supper and dance on May 19th. This will take place after t e ina s o the tennis tournament have been played. . . • ■t, Of course everyone is looking forward to the emor rom a From the plans we hear going on the Juniors will act as hostesses. about it now it is bound to be a success. _ nf ComAnd finally there is the Senior breakfast on the morn mg of C°m Our President is even now searching frantically tor mencement Day. frame her speech for the occasion. words of wisdom with which to Calendar, 1924-1925 First quarter ends November 7th (9 weeks less one day). Thanksgiving holidays, November 26th to 3Uth. Christmas vacation, December 19th to Ja^uaD^ ^ay\ Second quarter ends January 23rd (9 weeks less Y>Mid-year exams, January 26th to 30th. Second term begins February 2nd. Washington’s birthday, February 2 n , Third quarter ends March 27th ^(8 wee Easter vacation, April 17th to 2/th. Fourth quarter ends May 22nd (8 weeks). Final exams, May 25th to 29th. Commencement, June 2nd. �DELPHIC et<< iQw * V The Delphic is pleased to acknowledge the following exchanges: The Academia, St. Mary’s Academy, Portland, Oregon. Saint Katherine’s Wheel, Saint Katherine’s School, Davenport, Iowa. The Rosemary Question Mark, Rosemary Hall, Greenwich, Conn. The Blue Pencil, Walnut Hill School Natick, Mass. The Columbiad, Columbia University, Portland, Ore. The Olympus, Olympia High School, Olympia, Wash. The Blue Print, Katherine Branson School, Ross, Cal. Pen Points, St. Nicholas School, Seattle, Wash. The Academia—As usual, your literary department is very fine. We find “The Impossible Pudding’’ and “Magic Music” especially clever and original. Saint Katherine’s Wheel—Your magazine could be improved by the An addition of a few cuts; your literary department is excellent. Unselfish Gift” and “Ann Belmont” are particularly interesting stories. Rosemary Question Mark—The arrangement of your magazine is extremely good, but your literary department would be more interesting if it had a few more short stories. “An Imaginary Meeting of Dr. John­ son’s Club” is very well done. The Blue Pencil—We are always glad to receive your magazine. It has so much “pep,” that one feels the atmosphere of your school throughout it. The Blue Print—Your magazine is exceedingly well organized. A few more cuts would add to the interest, although those you have are very good. Your literary column is fine; your poetry is especially en­ joyable. Deserving mention are your poems, “Progress,” “Twilight, “Midnight” and “Morning.” Pen Points—We are glad to receive your paper. This is the first time we have had it in our column, and we are looking forward to your next issue. Your literary department is especially good and although your cuts are few in number, they are excellent. Your poetry also is commendable. 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C The girl who not only keeps within her allowance but manages to save a part of it, too, has a pleasure worth much more than that derived from spending all of her money. Let us loan you a Liberty Bell Bank which will help make your account grow here at the— UNITED STATES NATIONAL Jhe, United Slates National Bank, Sl^th and Starlo “One of the Northwest's Great Banks” PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS �—1 - . 1 - ■ < / ■ ; ■' P ■ . kI . M ■ ' ' P :: • ' ' S ; � 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. 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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 1925 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 1925. The yearbooks were published annually after 1925. Yearbooks from 1921-1968 were known as The Delphic and were created by St. Helen's Hall students attending in their high school years. St. Helen's Hall was an all-girls school that pre-dated Oregon Episcopal School. In 1969, the yearbook evolved into The Legend-Delphic with the addition of Bishop Dagwell Hall and male student attendees. After 1986 the yearbook branding begins to singularly list "OES" with a few volumes referencing "The Delphic" or "The Legend Delphic". Yearbooks helped to chronicle the school year's events and activities, in addition to listing each student and staff member. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Oregon Episcopal School Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1925 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource All rights are reserved by Oregon Episcopal School. Language A language of the resource English Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context oes_delphic1925-compressed.pdf School yearbooks; Students; Student activities; Student publications; Teachers http://archive.oes.edu/files/original/a559a3ed6b88f1b37e85da92ef12a0be.pdf 6bc75f5a6a2442ac4dc62a431798981b PDF Text Text / . ----------- ' '' i m *-S~- <1/^ "........ r........... mi&trSr ;:. �T .. . hghi^rhhsbi The Delphic ST. HELENS HALL PORTLAND, OREGON j June, 1926 ! �:_;-------- - ^rrrrrrrr Delphic Staff Editor-in-Chief DOROTHY MAUTZ Literary Editor BETTY PARRY First Assistant Literary Editor Second Assistant Literary Editor MARGARET MCCALL Kalendar \ ISABEL STARR ( MAY BELLE ALLEN Old Girl Notes \ HELEN SPENCER haradon ’ '(ardelia Music and Entertainment ^ ELEANOR POORMAN ' )BERNICE CONGLETON A thletics \ NANCY CHIPMAN ' ’ ' ' (BETTY ALLYN Exchanges fVIRGINIA COKE ,-{ CORNELIA IRELAND [PHYLLIS HENNINGSEN Art Advertising Business : MURIEL BARDE BETSY ABBOTT fHELEN HEMBREE <J ELIZABETH ST. CLAIR [MARGARET BRANDES \ HELEN PETERS (ELIZABETH MARTIN �- Page Editorials 17 Literary 19 Kalendar 37 Music and Entertainment 40 Old Girl Notes 41 Exchanges 43 Athletics 44 Jokes 45 Advertisements 47 I : ■ ! i i �The Delphic is published twice during the school year. All students should subscribe. Literary communications should be addressed to the Editor-in-Chief; business letters and subscriptions to the Business Manager. Subscriptions, $1.00 a year. Volume 26 JUNE, 1926 Number 6 I r �■ 8 1 ay*s % V . DELPHIC Helen Abbott “Often bashful looks conceal Tongue of fire and heart of steel” President of Student Council Delphic Staff Second Testimonial ’25 May Belle Allen “The light that lies in woman’s eyes” Treasurer of Class Student Council Delphic Staff President ’25-’26, Glee Club ’24-’25 French Play ’25 Basketball Elizabeth Allyn “Those graceful acts, Those thousand decencies that daily flow From all her words and actions” Student Council Delphic Staff Expression Play ’26 Basketball Muriel Barde “An eye like Mars, to threaten and command” Delphic Staff Glee Club ’22-’23-’24-’25 Basketball Nancy Bonham “The poet’s darling” Glee Club ’25-’26 French Play ’25 v �DELPHIC Margaret Brandes “Hers are ways of pleasantness” Delphic Staff Glee Club ’25-’26 Nancy Carpenter “A thing of beauty is a joy forever” Glee Club ’25-’26 Nancy Chipman “The social smile, the sympathetic tear” Vice-President of Class Delphic Staff French Play ’23-’24-’25 Student Council Basketball Virginia Coke “A little nonsense now and then Is relished by the wisest men” Glee Club ’24-’25 Bernice Congleton “Laugh and the world laughs with you” Delphic Staff 9 �i DELPHIC Caulean Creath “She nothing common did, or mean” Helen Dunn “Frank as rain on cherry blossoms” Basketball Mildred Gibson “She was kindness and thoughtful­ ness itself” Glee Club ’24-’25 Expression Play ’26 Margaret Hall “Brevity is the soul of wit” Expression Play ’26 Ardelia Haradon “Candor is the seal of a noble mind —the sweetest charm of woman ’ Vice-President of Student Council Delphic Staff Glee Club French Play ’25 ' 51 ! I B 1 ! i \ �BHg£55 DELPHIC 11 Helen Hembree “A tender heart, a will inflexible’’ Delphic Staff Expression Play ’26 Second Testimonial Phyllis Henningson “Mistress of herself though China fall” Secretary of Class Delphic Staff Student Council Mari louse Hosch “Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety” Glee Club ’25-’2G Cornelia Ireland “Whose little body lodged a mighty mind” Delphic Staff First Testimonial ’25 Scholarship for Senior Year Dorothy Lawrence “Worry and I have never met” . ' . �5 P H I C Elizabeth Martin “Noble by heritage Generous and free” Delphic Staff Student Council Captain Basketball Team Dorothy Mautz “Worth, courage, honor, these indeed Your sustenance and birthright are” President of Class Editor-in-Chief of Delphic Student Council French Play ’25-’26 English Play ’25 First Testimonial ’25 Margaret McCall “Patience, my lord; why ’tis the soul of peace; Of all the virtues ’tis nearest kin to Heaven” Glee Club Delphic Staff Second Prize All-Oregon Essay Con­ test Fourth Prize Beekman Historical Essay Contest Elizabeth McIntosh “ ’Tis well to be merry and wise ’Tis well to be honest and true” Expression Play ’26 Katherine Moore “Sober, steadfast and demure” Glee Club ’24-’25 Expression Play ’26 �■ DELPHIC Betty Parry “For what I will I will and there’s an end” Delphic Staff Helen Peters “Why can’t I look profounder, graver, wearier, My great career would grow so much careerier” Delphic Staff Student Council Glee Club ’23-’24, ’24-’26 Basketball Naida Plummer “We all like her; we just can’t help it” Glee Club ’25-’26 Eleanor Poorman “As merry as the day is long” Delphic Staff Student Council Expression Play ’26 First prize for Oregon in American Chemical Society Essay Contest First Testimonial ’25 Mary Mildred Reynolds “On with the dance! Let joy be unconfined” Glee Club Secretary ’25-’26 ___ ...........................I 13 �14 DELPHIC 1 Dorothy Sandstrom “The mildest manners and the gentlest heart” Glee Club ’25-’26 Vivian Sandstrom “Wit, now and then, struck smartly, shows a spark” Glee Club ’24-’25 Yell Leader Elizabeth St. Clair “Mirror of all courtesy” Delphic Staff Expression Play ’26 Student Council Glee Club ’24-*25 Dorothy Sellwood “Of lovely form and lovely mind” Glee Club ’24-’25-’26 Julia Smith “Happy I am; from care I’m free Why aren’t all contented like me” Glee Club �DELPHIC Marian Statter “It’s nice to be natural when you’re naturally nice” Glee Club Assistant Business Man­ ager ’25-’26 Helen Spencer “The glass of fashion, and the mold of form, The observed of all observers” Delphic Staff Glee Club Vice-President ’24-’25-’26 Isabel Starr “She is pretty to walk with and witty to talk with” Delphic Staff Elaine Strowbridge “Gentle of speech, beneficent of mind” Glee Club ’25-’26 Expression Play ’26 Dorothy Taylor “Her voice ever soft, gentle and low, an excellent thing in woman” Glee Club ’24-’25 15 �le and trip it as you go on the ?ht fantastic toe” Club '22-’23 :h Play ’26 Prize All Oregon Essay Contest >r Williams , sweet and honest, a lovely ;s is she” abundance of all that is charmyj �“Vincit Qui se Vincit” In everyone’s life there is always a battle of some kind. There must be or life would lose its zest. But the greatest battle, the hardest battle, is to conquer oneself. “Vincit Qui se Vincit”—“He conquers who con­ quers himself”—after a hard battle, but never an egotistic one. There is not much ego left when this victory is won because in its achievement a person comes to know himself too well to have much conceit remaining to him. This battle truly won makes a person humble. He realizes that he is not the “king-pin” or “lord of creation” he thought he was but merely a man who must fight his battles as every one of us must. A violent temper, a selfish disposition, and pettiness go hand in hand. Suppose, for example, a man has a violent temper; someone wishes to approach him on a matter of importance. He is warned that the man may be in a bad mood, therefore be careful. Now, why should everyone suffer because one man has not conquered himself ? He is selfish in giving way to the violent temper because others dare not approach him on matters where he might be of assistance, and petty because he is too small to see how selfish his disposition is. Again, if under insult a man manages to refrain from retort he has won a two-fold battle: that with himself, and the satisfaction of knowing that the insulter’s words were wasted. Further, he has obeyed the com­ mand: “Whosoever shall smite thee on thy right cheek, turn to him the other also.” If we only realized and lived by the great teachings of Him who died for us, we would conquer ourselves because we would see our �18 DELPHIC insignificance and that our pettiness is really after all hurting us more than anyone else. So—“Vincit Qui se Vincit ” Let it be our motto through life to abide by, and we will come out victorious and better women in the end. Betty Parry, ’26. The Deficiency List “There’s a Destiny which shapes our ends rough-hew them how we will,” might well be applied to the Deficiency List—There’s a Deficiency List which shapes our Friday afternoons, plan them how we will. How we dread it—that List! And yet it really is a great blessing—mayhap in dis­ guise, but still a blessing. When it was first instituted nearly the whole school appeared in its columns. Then, when the announcement was made that everyone so appearing would “do time” on Friday afternoon, a general gloom pervaded the school and the Friday afternoon sessions were large. But now its numbers have decreased considerably. It is sink or swim and most of us prefer to swim. It shows just what is really in us; that a little effort is all that is really necessary. That List has shown most of us up for what we really are, namely: Lazy. Oh, I know it is an ugly word! And the truth sometimes hurts, but nevertheless it is the truth. And when we are toiling in the study hall on that very Friday afternoon, for which we have planned something entirely different, we make a firm resolve to keep off that List in the future. And you know the funny part of it is that we actually succeed. Betty Parry, ’26. �___ 19 History of the Class of 1926 This is the story of a voyage of the good ship St. Helen s Hall, This vessel makes many voyages, all of them interesting, but our story concerns this particular journey and above all the crew. First, however, 1 must explain about the journey. The Hall, as she is called, starts from the port of Kindergarten and sails down the long river of Study to the port of Graduation, from which one sails out onto the broad Sea of Life. The Hall stops at various ports along the way, all of which are numbered, where it takes on sailors. The voyages are attended with much danger and difficulty, but with perseverance and application to work one may win through. On this one journey have been many sailors, but I shall only tell about those who have managed to remain until the port of Graduation has been reached. I embarked from the port numbered 1915. My companions at that time were many, but of them none is left. But at the port of January, 1920, which is midway between those of 1919 and 1920, we took on a sailor who is now with us, Phyllis Henningsen. Our next stop, at 1920. brought us May Belle Allen, now purser on the ship, and Elizabeth St. Clair; and at 1921 Betty Allyn and Elaine Strowbridge joined us. From January, 1922, came Dorothy Mautz, now our most noble capatin. At the next stop, 1922, our number was almost doubled. Those who helped swell our meagre numbers were Nancy Bonham, Nancy Car­ penter, Bernice Congleton, Helen Dunn, Ardelia Haradon, Cornelia Ire­ land, Helen Peters, Betty Parry, Mary Mildred Reynolds, Helen Spencer, Dorothy Sellwood, and Catherine Van Schuyver. �20 DELPHIC There were then nineteen of us to carry on, but it was not our fate to be left such a small company, for at January, 1923, there were added to us six more—Muriel Barde, Elizabeth Martin, Eleanor Poorman, Isabel Starr, Marian Statter and Eleanor Williams, making a total of twentyfive! We considered ourselves almost the largest crew list of all the Hall’s voyages. The record list was thirty. We certainly had to establish a new record, so at 1923 we annexed Betsy Abbott, Margaret Brandes, Virginia Coke, Beth McIntosh, Naida Plummer, Dorothy Sandstrom, Julia Smith, Vivian Sandstrom, Dorothy Taylor, and Maria Wilson. The total was now thirty-five. Maybe the margin was too small and we perhaps thought that we must set a record which could not be equalled for many years, but at any rate, when we came to 1924, we added to our number Margaret Hall, Mary Louise Hosch, Mildred Gibson, Dorothy Lawrence, Katherine Moore, Margaret McCall, and Helen Hembree. Then from January, 1925, came Caulean Creath. This brought the grand total up to forty-three, a record which it will take a great many years to equal, much less surpass. The voyage itself was by no means dull, for beside the work, there were many amusements and entertainments to be had. There were some strenuous times, such as the icebergs of mid-year exams, through which we had to maneuver around Christmas time, and in the summer the black fogs of final Exams. Despite these few difficulties the journey was very pleasant, and we shall all be sorry to have to leave to make room for the next crew. Not only have we been known for our large number, but many of our crew have gained fame for us in various ways. Cornelia Ireland won a scholarship for the highest average in the Entrance Exams for the S. S. College, the next ship in which she sails. Margaret McCall won second prize in the All-Oregon Essay Contest, and fourth in the C. C. Beeckman Historical Essay Contest. Catherine Van Schuyver won first in the latter contest, and Eleanor Poorman won first prize for her essay for the American Chemical Society. The whole crew won the highest average for 1925-26. In sports, Elizabeth Martin was captain of the basketball team comprised of the best members of all the crews. Though we shall soon be parted, let us hope that our fellow sailors will ever help to carry on the traditions and high standings which we so enjoyed while on the good ship St. Helen’s Hall. Nancy Chipman, ’26. �DELPHIC 21 Class Will I, Betsy Abbott, leave my position as President of the Student Council to anyone who wants it. (Don’t all speak at once.) I, May Belle Allen, leave my efficiency in geometry to “Connie” Green. I, Betty Allen, do bequeath my enthusiasm for sports to Doris Wade. I, Muriel Barde, do bequeath my habit of borrowing to Lucile Bowman. I, Nancy Bonham, will my auburn hair to Mavis Hedburg. I, Margaret Brandes, leave my powers to suppress a giggle to Mary Helen Carr. I, Nancy Carpenter, leave my dark beauty to June Clancy. I, Nancy Chipman, will my athletic ability to Barbara Clarke. I, Virginia Coke, leave my un-senior-like giggles to Mary Simmonds. I, Bernice Congleton, will my efficiency to do geometry to Imogen Wentworth. I, Caulean Creath, bequeath my seat in the study hall to any ambitious Junior who desires it. I. Helen Dunn, will and bequeath my shingle to Mary Elizabeth Wheeler. I, Mildred Gibson, leave my clear voice to those who sing in chapel. I, Margaret Hall, leave my gift of asking questions to Deborah Ball. I, Ardelia Haradon, leave my dry wit to Jane Ladd. I, Betty Perry, leave my literary ability to Eviline Hall. I, Helen Peters, bestow my gift for collecting money to all Juniors on future committees. I, Eleanor Poorman, do bequeath my happy disposition to Blanche Coe. I, Eeanor Poorman, do bequeath my dimples and smile to Blanche Coe. I, M. M. Reynolds, leave my extraordinary height to “Libby" Zan. I, Vivian Sandstrom, leave my pep to Rosamond Strieker. I, Elizabeth St. Clair, bequeath my inability to stop talking in study hall to Helen Hyde. I, Dorothy Sellwood, bequeath my golden locks to Esther Kaser. I, Julia Smith, will my good nature to Frances James. I, Helen Spencer, bestow my stateliness on Helen Adelsperger. I, Helen Hembree, leave my talent for elocution to Margaret Johnson. I, Phyllis Henningsen, will Marjorie to the school. I, Marilouise Hosch, leave my fiery temperament to Susan Sargent. I, Cornelia Ireland, leave my horsemanship to Serena Morrison. I, Dorothy Lawrence, leave my school girl complexion to Helen Loomis. I, Elizabeth Martin, leave my athletic ability to Marjorie Holman. I, Margaret McCall, leave my gift of winning prizes to Frances Loomis. I, Eiizabeth McIntosh, bequeath my grace on the tennis court to Kath­ leen Jayne. I. Katharine Moore, leave my unassuming manner to Dorothy Cannon. I, Isabel Starr, leave my crowning glory to Esther Scarborough. �22 DELPHIC I, Marion Statter, leave my lengthy locks to future growers of bobbed hair. I, Elaine Strowbridge, do hereby bequeath my even disposition to Mary Alice Meyer. I, Dorothy Taylor, will my quiet demeanor to Katherine James. I, Maria Wilson, leave my leather coat to the boarding department. I, Eleanor Williams, leave my talent for drawing to Jane Cullers. I, Dorothy Mautz, bequeath my ability to get there on time to Ardella Sweek. I, Dorothy Sandstrom, will my winning ways to Mary Louise Zan. I, Catherine Van Schuyver, bequeath my love of the dance to Madelon Brodie. We, the members of the Class of 1926, leave the Physics Laboratory Equipment to the School. Signed: Catherine Van Schuyver. Witnessed: Dorothy Mautz. Cornelia Ireland. *» St. Helen’s Hall, we’re leaving, And our ways are far apart, But the memory of our school days Goes with us deep in our hearts. Our sorrows and our joyous days, We have them one and all, For no matter what they were to us Now they’re memories of the Hall. And when in years to come we see The^old school again, You 11 hear us singing in our hearts Our school song’s glad refrain— Lift the banner, float it onward, sing we one and all— Hail St. Helen’s Hall.” MURIEL BARDE, ’26. �. I....il'L'V DELPHIC 23 Class Prophecy I sat before the fire vainly endeavoring to read futures in the glowing embers. As the clock struck a shockingly late hour I broke off abruptly and, feeling a bit hungry after such a great mental strain, decided to investigate the pantry before “turning in’’. The result of the investigation was a piece of pie. Need I say more? I had given the maker of dreams material enough to keep me busy for the night. I fell, down, down, down, a whirl of voices and colors all about me, until I stood before a big square building painted red, white and blue; over it winked and blinked an electric sign in glowing colors. I read: The House of Forty-three Futures.” Vaguely I remembered that this was the number of the class of 1926, so being possessed of a strong feminine curiosity I entered the portals of the red, white and blue striped building, which were opened by two red, white and blue cockatoos, screaming loudly. Inside there seemed to be everything and yet nothing. I could concen­ trate on no one object. So I stood quite still and said: “Tilly had a tiger”—that famous nursery rhyme—backwards. Ah! Everything became quite clear! In front of me was a huge candy jar guarded by a cockatoo. I drew a step nearer and saw a little shelf nearby, which had a heap of pennies on it. I counted Forty-three! By the way, these pennies were quite unusual. Instead of the head of Lincoln or an Indian there was a cockatoo on each penny. The cockatoo began to flap his wings in great agitation and finally he screeched: “Cross my wing with copper; cross my wing with copper?” Repeating that other famous nursery rhyme backwards, “Big Bill Sat in the Middle of the Room Eating Pancakes”, I crossed his “wing with copper”. “Betsy Abbott!” screamed the cockatoo, handing me a huge conversa­ tion candy from out of the jar. In lovely pink letters I read. “Chairman Town Council, famous for edict banning the use of red pocket handker­ chiefs by mayors”. “Hm-m! What an unusual edict, quite original,” thought I, munching pensively as I tendered another penny. “Virginia Coke, international golf champion, now playing tournament against the King of Siam’s daughter.” Virginia always was an ardent golfer and, with every wish for her success, I handed over another penny to the cockatoo (with whom I was now on such familiar terms that I called him Ptolemy Seleucus) and received a candy in the shape of a book with the following inscribed upon it: “Founder of the College for the Solution of Unsolvable Geometrical Propositions”. “Dear old May Belle,” I thought. “Wasn’t that her generous nature? Always helping others.” �V. 24 DELPHIC Another penny—“Elizabeth Allyn, basketball coach for the natives of Patagonia." Elizabeth had always been enthusiastic along that line, and I was not surprised at her profession. Next I thoughtfully consumed the fact that Muriel Barde had become the author of “Snappy French Conversations With Those Who Know the Language”. They were all becoming so very interesting that I bought the next future with growing curiosity. Ptolemy Seleucus, noticing my eagerness, jammed a candy ball way down my throat. “Really, Ptolly, it isn’t necessary to choke me,” said I gulping down the fact that Nancy Bonham had become poet-laureate to Her Majesty Queen Marie of Ptomania. The cockatoo limply handed me Margaret Brandes’ future. “Oh, you go from one extreme to the other,” said I crossly, and digested the fol­ lowing: “Assistant chauffeur to the Milkem and Churnem Creameries.” Nancy Carpenter came next, a leading motion picture star of Tanglewood, now playing in “Six Sharps and One Flat”. Nancy Chipman had become equestrian understudy to the Prince of Wales, and Caulean Creath was famous for her book of travel, “Around the World in Three Million Seconds”. By this time I had lost my awe of Ptolemy Seleucus so I gave him all but one penny, which I put in my shoe for Future use. Immediately a deluge of candies descended upon me, and the next thing I knew I was listening in on a radio. The announcer was from station SOS in Borneo and I had no difficulty in recognizing Helen Dunn’s voice (it had ever been powerful). “The Duchess of Mowbray will talk on the subject of I remembered ‘Fifty different ways of entering a ballroom correctly, that Catherine Van Schuyver had married the Duke of Mowbray and was famous for her work in world culture. Next I turned in on Dover to get the report of the Channel contest and learned that Mildred Gibson, the first of her sex to accomplish the swimming of the English Channel, had just stepped out of the water on the French side. I had hardly received this thrilling news than my eye was caught by a magazine lying on the floor. I picked it up—the title was “Jokes to Make the English Laugh”, Haradon and Spencer publishers. After reading a few I suddenly felt as if I must travel. So, snatching up a banana, a pair of binoculars, and a teapot I rushed downstairs and out to the sleigh waiting in the street below. We drove over hill and dale, across rivers and mountains, and it kept getting colder and colder until I finally cited a barber pole (not one of these modern things, but a good old-fashioned one) sticking up in the middle of the ice. “Ah! The North Pole!” Scarcely had I uttered these words than the sleigh stopped and I got out, attracted by the sound of music to the tiny igloo at the foot of the Pole. As I entered the door an Eskimo gave me a program and ushered me to a seat. The music was strange and haunting. I felt that I should know the conductor of the orchestra, although I could not see her face. But, } )» �IP DELPHIC BMHHi 25 glancing at my program, I discovered that Bercie Congleton traveled over the globe giving symphony concerts for the betterment of the heathen. As soon as I had eaten the banana the music stopped and Bercie came to meet me. We had scarcely greeted each other with the old St. Helen’s Hall countersign than a whining sound was heard outside. “Quick!” cried Bercie, “or we’ll be too late! Taylor, the great dare-devil stunt performer, is about to land.’’ We rushed out of the igloo just in time to see Dorothy Taylor land with a pirouette on the top of the Pole. Our joy at seeing her was as great as our surprise at her profession. But she seemed quite unconcerned about it. After a few reminiscences Dorothy and I said goodby to Bercie and climbed into the waiting air­ plane. As the plane rose in the air we settled down to a good gossip over the past, the present and^no, we let the future alone (it’s much the safest, anyway). In her travels over the globe performing stunts Dorothy had met many of the Old Girls. Dorothy Sellwood had become Mrs. Simon Fitz-Simmons, and she ran an advice-to-girls column in the Daily News. The key­ note of her remarks was “Never be sure of your husband until you’ve got him”. This astonishing piece of news almost took my breath away and Dorothy thrust a bottle of Strowbridge & Henningsen Smelling Salts under my nose (they also carry an odorless perfume). “Oh, do tell me more,” I begged. “Well, Helen Peters and Elizabeth Martin are now running a school for young ladies. They give special courses in dieting and becoming beautiful and have already done a noble work. “And Naida Plummer? Surely you remember her optical illusions?” “Yes, very well indeed,” I murmured. “She’s opened an optical shop called ‘Specs’ and they say she’s quite well to do.” “But, my dear, I must tell you the best. Katherine Moore, Helen Hembree and Dorothy Lawrence have all become famous lecturers and are willing to talk on any subject for the nominal sum of one dollar an hour.” “Why, how every original. Are they successful?” “Oh, extremely so, but I hear they have put the price up. People wanted such foolish speeches delivered. Well, I must leave you now. I’m due to land on the Tower of Babel.” I took up my binoculars and gazed on the scene below, I saw a university stretched out before me and ordered the pilot to descend. Step­ ping out onto the campus I encountered two capped and gowned pro­ fessors strolling alone, enjoying the quiet (the students were attending a football game). They proved to be two more old friends—Dorothy Mautz, professor of Philosophy, and Vivian Sandstrom, professor of the Nervous System. (I remembered reading her book on “The Best Means of Going Without Sleep.” Most interesting!) �26 DELPHIC As I was ever on the watch for the messages of famous people to the world I handed Professor Miautz a candy and asked for hers. “Tell them that Socrates was quite right when he said ‘know thyself’ but it’s just as well to know the other fellow when dealing in such practical things as Fords and eggbeaters.” “And you, professor?” said I turning to Vivian with the usual countersign. “The best way to keep awake is to avoid reading my book on the subject. I know that I have found it useful.” After jotting down this data, I turned the conversation into more pleasant channels, that of speaking of old acquaintances (you may have noticed my fondness for the topic e’er this). “Have you seen Margaret McCall lately? I heard that she had adopted a profession.” “Oh, yes, indeed. She’s instructor in the art of playing jazz success­ fully, and really she bids fair to top her profession.” “And Marilouise Hosch and Julia Smith? What are they doing?” “Oh, Julia is running a kindergarten and Marilouse paints the most unique designs on pots and pans. Really, I never saw anything quite so clever. They make very lovely wedding presents.” “Don’t forget to tell her about Isabel Starr, Elizabeth St. Clair and Marion Statter,” interrupted Vivian. I m just coming to them, but first I must have another conversation candy if I’m to keep on conversing. Thank you! Well, they studied missionary work and as missionaries to the South Sea Islands have substituted the Charleston for the Hula-Hula dance, and Mary Mildred Reynolds is house mother at the eta-piece-a-pie sorority.” r , 9°me’ ^ot5 we must hurry. I’m due now for a class. You know I tind the seniors even more stupid than the freshmen.” And they hurried off. / St!°bed along looking into the shop windows until I came to a queer little p ace with a shingle over the door reading, “Fountain Pens Cared r . In gieat curiosity I entered and was greeted by a chorus of “hush” thf cl/,cumstances> found that this was a fountain pen hosnitpl tahle and th th °Ct0r ^ana Wilson now had a patient on the operating again.and Utm°St qU16t W°uld be aPPreciated. So I tiptoed out a GrandC°Camnf'hatr ev<Tnt was going on in the little town, namely, *“ Eie'nor p°™,n b™! She had previously been made a princess by the Cherokee Indians. never^do m^eavp^h^0111 oUt S*X meml3ers °f the class and it would UMO Eleanor6^ SeT er fCll^t ** ^ “d TJ Tell me, what has become of Cornelia iSand conversat‘°" cand’eS' and Betty Parry?” �m DELPHIC 27 Promptly came the answer. For in spite of her position she was still the same unsophisticated Eleanor ready to do a good turn. ‘Connie, true to her name, has gone over to Ireland and settled the Irish question at last by asking so many questions that the Irish couldn’t answer them all. Betty has invented a hair tonic guaranteed to grow hair any length desired.” “And Beth McIntosh, Margaret Hall, and Dorothy Sandstrom?’ I asked, eating candy all the while. “Beth has made a literal translation of Caesar and Margaret is secre­ tary to the Lord Mayor of Glasgow and Dorothy has opened a photog­ rapher’s studio; she specializes in ‘Speaking Likenesses’. I was about to ask about the last Member, but I found “And myself confronted with the candy jar again. I took the last penny out of my shoe and handed it to Ptolemy Seleucus, an exhausted bird, who handed me the last candy. I read the Fortune of the Forty-third Member of the Class of 1926. “Eleanor Williams, architect for the restoration of the Parthenon, in her spare time dances in the Twist-a-Lot Follies.” I looked up at the hoard of pennies which that avaricious bird Ptolemy Seleucus was counting with such glee. Having finished, he began to drop them on my head. “You are annoying,” said 1 crossly as I put my hand to my face. It was wet: “Funny,” 1 thought. “It wasn’t raining a minute ago.” “No, it’s not raining, but it’s 7:45 and you’ll be late if you don t hurry.” With a start I came back from the land of Futures. (A wet sponge was responsible for my return.) At the breakfast table Mother said: “What were you talking about in your sleep last night?” “Oh, I heard her, too. She said something about Ptolemy Seleucus; whoever he is,” chimed in little sister. Yea, verily I had dreamed a dream. Betty Parry, ’26. **■ Just to be living—anywhere— Breathing the sweetness of springtime air. Oh, it is wonderful just to live In a world so wondrous fair! The woodlands echo the voice of God; See, He smiles from the flower-strewn sod. Ah, who’d crave Heav’n which death may bring, Who dwells in Heaven—on earth—in spring. —HELEN GRAY GATENS, ’27. �28 DELPHIC Mrs. Samuel Johnson One afternoon Mr. Samuel Johnson tapped over the cobblestones of a narrow London street until he arrived at a certain well-known door He had reached the house of Mrs. Elizabeth Porter, the lady of his affec­ tions. One rap administered by his cane awakened no response from within. A fiercer knock was inefficient. Then he lifted his stout stick for a tremendous onslaught upon the panels; when the door opened and Mrs. Porter thrust out her vain, artificial face topped with a mass of curled hair. Don t hit me, Samuel!” she cried, raising one fat arm as she saw his formidable attitude. Johnson put down his cane and greeted her affec­ tionately as he entered the house. In the “sitting-room” of the old English dwelling the friends engaged in conversation. The widow openly admired Johnson s witticisms. She was a short, stout woman, wearing a red dress with a bright green shawl thrown over her shoulders. Certainly her taste was f poor. Her„ manners were unnatural. Indeed she affected the airs ot the gentry, and her attempts were ludicrous enough. Like a hippo­ potamus imitating an antelope she rose from her chair and walked toward the door. •‘Samuel,” she entreated tenderly, “You’ll be staying for tea?’ Aye, said that gallant, in eager anticipation of food The table was soon *ai(L and before Johnson’s eyes appeared a huge meat pie, which, Mrs. Porter assured him, had been prepared by her own hands especially for this occasion. Perhaps it was not a proper dish for afternoon tea, but the widow was well acquainted with her quest’s rapacious appetite, and had tried to satisfy it. „ .L'8 tme that !Mrs' Porter was a coarse woman, but then Johnson was and lln,an; 50 e tW0 rre we,|-matched- Johnson’s uncouth manners and appearance prevented his marriage to a woman of fashion - so Mrs dim e;erS " eXCeUent SUbStimte' She appeared wonderful tohfe Cllf!0w’ ,;vhether Porter obtained and retained Johnson’s love by h eTs a eydTao,ndg ^ ‘ cannot ^ by some means Son ,0™ eni or S C "" '°Ved »<- Margaret McCall, ’26. .**■ The Ocean three fourthToftrictly speaking, is a great mass of salt water which covers forth or 1 § C’ °PVer Wh,Ch great ocean shiPs ^rry back and Sest wond.r/ f[0m 8,1 °ver the world* one of Cod’s striking example of huUnlempe'ramemf 'S At dusk, it seems to be eXpreSsion’ 0r rather’ 3 happy lover wooing the grey-white gulls that �DELPHIC 29 hover over its surface, but now and then go darting up into the beautifullyhued sky, as if trying to revel in its flower-like coloring. Yet, at dawn this creation cares nothing for the gulls, but seems only to enjoy looking at the blue sky and bobbing its white caps impudently at the gulls. The ocean’s most striking example of a human’s temperament is its great tempers and selfishnesses, which are aroused when it, having been whirled into a frenzy by a gale of wind and rain, dashes against the rocks that line the shore. Like a human being, it has enemies, the rocks, and in its desire to conquer them loses sight of all things but this accomplish­ ment. It is then quite merciless and selfish, being wrapped up in the one motive of dashing to pieces the rocks that guard the shore. It tosses about the veritable toy ships, disgusted with the idea that anything made by man should even attempt to cross its waters. Again it expresses a more beautiful side to human nature, for the next day it is quite repentant for its previous actions and tries to make itself as beautiful to the universe as possible, and it succeeds well. Margaret Hall, ’26. .**An Embarrassing Mistake It has often been said that people make mistakes in the simplest of matters and I believe that to be the case in my instance. I went to the grocery store one afternoon, and just as I was coming out through the door I met a neighbor of ours. He asked me if I was ready to go home; I told him that I was, so he told me to go over and get into his car across the street. He had just purchased a new Buick sedan, and as I saw one parked across the street, I went and got into it. After waiting awhile I noticed a man coming with his arms full of gro­ ceries toward the car. He kept coming and coming until he was right up by the side of the car. He proceeded to open the door and to empty the groceries into the back. He looked in rather a surprised manner at me and exclaimed: “Well, well, who have we here?” I replied that it was “Mr. So-and-So’s car” car and that I was waiting for him to come out of the store. He looked very surprised and after a minute he informed me, that unless he had sold the car while he was out of his mind, it still belonged to him. He referred me to another Buick sedan parked across on the other street, and I discovered to my dismay that the automobile not only belonged to our neighbor, but that the neighbor himself was just getting into the car. I jumped out of the car and hurried across the street to him, calling his name, but I was too late, for when I was just within a short distance from him he started up, evidently thinking that I had decided to wa home. The outcome was, that I had to walk home, being not only the center of amusement for all who saw me, but feeling very much embarrassed. Doris Wade, ’27. �30 DELPHIC The Uses of Disagreeable People “Dad, can I have a new bow and some arrows?” asked Dorothy as she came into the house one afternoon after school. “No!” came an answer like the boom of a cannon. Mr. Belle’s eyes peered around the corner of a newspaper he was reading. “Don’t you know that it is impolite to bother me when I’m reading.” “Yes, but fa— The look Mr. Belle gave her was enough to make her stop. Dorothy turned away in disgust. “It won’t always be this way,” thought Dorothy, “And to think he By this time she cut my allowance in half because I was trying to save, was on the verge of tears. Dorothy grabbed her tennis racket and started out of the house. “Where are you going?” asked the same voice from behind a newspaper. “Outside,” said Dorothy. “No you are not.” Dorothy put her racket back in the closet and picked up her Latin book. So you see for disagreeable people—there is no use for them! Gladys Elliott, ’29. <* Mrs. Tabbytails’ Party Mrs. Fluffycoat had done all her washing and was sitting on the window-sill enjoying the sunshine, when her friend Mrs. Tabbytail, who lived just around the corner, came walking by. There had been a heavy shower and Mrs. Tabbytail, in order to keep her white stockings clean, was picking her way daintily along the top of a fence. She caught sight of Mrs. Fluffycoat and stopped to speak. “How are you?” she asked. “I don’t believe I’ve seen you since the last Symphony concert. Do drop in this afternoon and have a saucer of hot milk. I want to ask you advice about—dear me, is that the Catsmeatman? I haven’t ordered the dinner yet; I must run! But try and come early, so we can have a nice long chat.” Mrs. Tabbytail had just gone, when Bunty, Mrs. Fluffycoat’s eldest daughter, arrived, ready for dinner. “Do hurry up, Mother! she said. I’m simply starving. What is it—cold sardines and bread pudding?1 Oh, well! It might be worse?’ When Bunty had gone and Mrs. Fluffycoat had washed the plates and tidied herself, she set out for Mrs. Tabbytail’s house, which, by taking a short cut over two or three fences, she reached in a very short time. I am pleased to see you,” said Mrs. Tabbytail. “Do make yourself at home. I am thinking of giving a party for my daughter, Susy. She will be four years old next Tuesday.” “How delightful!” exclaimed Mrs. Fluffycoat. �DELPHIC 31 “As to the refreshments,” continued Mrs. Fluffycoat, petting her paws together. They discussed further details and finally Mrs. Fluffycoat returned home. The next few days were very busy ones indeed. In every corner of Cattown there was a buzz of preparation; loving mothers were stitching and scrubbing and scrubbing and stitching every day. I heard one of the invited say when she was asked whether she was going: ‘‘Of course I am going. Mother has been washing my white shirt front twenty times a day ever since she heard about it, and I am hardly ever allowed to play in the coal scuttle; she says she wants me to be a credit to her, not a disgrace.” At last the day of the party arrived and every kitten who had been asked was washed, scrubbed, scoured and polished from top to toe and from head to tail at least a half a dozen times. Eight was the time set for the party and the Allblacks, groomed to the very last hair on their tail, arrived first. Mrs. Fluffycoat and Bunty were the last to arrive, for Bunty was afraid her new pink bow might suffer if they took the short cut. Susy received her guests with open paws. What a good time every­ body had. Puss in the corner, hide and seek and touch-last were very popular, until the refreshments came, and it was not long before nearly everything had disappeared. The mothers were sitting in corners admir­ ing their daughters and pretending to admire other people s daughters. ‘‘Don’t you think my Kitty looks beautiful in blue? It just matches her eyes,” said Mrs. Tortoiseshell. “Yes,” replied Mrs. Sharpaws,” but her tail does not hang half as well as Betty’s.” Mrs. Tabbytail just them came to the rescue and brought a saucer of nice hot milk, and Mrs. Tortoiseshell and Mrs. Sharpaws forgot their quarrel, lapping up the milk. But all good times must come to an end, for the kittens were getting sleepier and sleepier, and Susy forgot her manners and scratched Bunty s nose in a rush for the last mouse patty. So the sleepy kittens were taken home by their parents and every kitten decided that it was the best party he had ever been to. Mary Simmonds, ’27. .*»■ The Diary of a Florist’s Blotter May 1st I just absorbed another note to Betty Richards. It is certainly sur prising how many gardenias and roses she receives. is wee Bill sent yesterday were beautiful. seems to be Dick, but the roses May 4th Tom sent gardenias today. He’s new, I can te y blotted his note; all the more interesting, especially since i stated his intentions today. �32 DELPHIC May 6th Bill scored again, and I certainly was proud to blot the note that went with his huge bouquet; though Tom’s orchids yesterday weren’t to be scorned. May 7th Bill must have had a quarrel; his note was addressed to someone else. Anyway, I blotted a very earnest plea from Dick. May IOth Rather a lull. Bill sent sweetpeas and roses today, and a note saying he was sorry. May 15 th 1 helped dispatch exactly six bouquets, 1 don’t see why those young men aren’t saving their money if they intend to marry that girl. May 28th She must have told them to stop sending flowers; nearly two weeks and only one box sent, and that was from Bill. I wonder what’s wrong! June 1st Well, you can’t imagine what happened! But I rather suspected it would, after all; a shower bouquet of gardenias, orchids, roses and lilies of the valley and six pastel bouquets for the bridesmaids. Jean Morrison, ’27. .**■ Why I Like “We Must MarcK9 1 like “We Must March” by Honore Willsie Morrow, primarily because it is a historical novel; for I am interested in that type of writing. The author’s language is so vivid that the reader is able to see a clear mental picture of the events and the scenes portrayed in the tale. The foundation of the story is actual history; and, although it is enlarged and colored by the personalities of the principal characters, one feels that most of the happenings really occurred. The story ends satisfactorily when Marcus Whitman has succeeded in bringing a wagon train to the Oregon country. Narcissa Whitman, the heroine, seems too good to be true, but the book as a whole gives an interesting account of the early struggles of the heroic missionaries, although life to these people must have been far from entertaining. Margaret McCall, ’26. •**- Locked In It was growing dark outside the tall French windows and inside, a lonesome little pup lay before a dying fire. He stirred restlessly, rose, and walked about the empty room. Failing to find amusement, he re urne to is place before the coals, but the rug had grown cold. He �DELPHIC i ! i! i : 1 33 whimpered mournfully and wandered out into the coat-hall to wait for the Mistress. Shuffling softly, he explored the corners one by one. Ah, this was better! He had found a pair of shiny black overshoes. Gleefully he caught one up between his little sharp teeth, and growling ferociously, he shook it with all the strength he could muster. Round and round the coat-hall he dragged and pounded it, pretending it was a big rat which he had caught. When he grew tired, he took it into the larger room and sat contentedly chewing it before the embers which still glowed in the grate. At the sound of a step on the walk, he dropped his plaything hastily, jumped up, and ran to the door, barking his excited welcome. It was the Mistress. Proudly he led her to fireplace to show her his new toy. She saw the ruined overshoe and turned to the dog with a look that brought a puzzled expression into his eyes. His ears half dropped, then lifted again tentatively. “Topsy! You naughty, naughty, dog!” scolded the Mistress. Topsy’s ears and tail drooped dejectedly. What could he have done? ‘‘To punish you I will lock you in the bedroom for half an hour and no one shall come near you. ” He looked at her inquiringly, but it was not long before his outspoken question was answered, He was left in the bedroom all alone. At first his dignity was injured, and he sat perfectly still, disdaining to explore. But a window was open near him and the light wind blew the ruffled curtains back and forth invitingly. He forgot his pride and jumped for the curtains. What a beautiful ripping sound they made! Before long, he had found many other fabrics with which to make lovely ripping sounds. He was enjoying himself to the utmost. The Mistress, thinking that Topsy would be thoroughly repentant, re­ lented at the end of twenty-five minutes. She hurried to release her “poor, little, abused puppy” and opened her door upon a scene of destruc­ tion. Her lovely curtains were in shreds. The pillows from her bed, a so torn, were strewn about the floor, the articles on her dressing tab e were knocked over, and a suffocating odor of perfume filled the air. it stark rage filling her heart, she sought Topsy. He was nowhere to be found. Part of the anger gave way to anxiety. Then she thought o e open window. What if—Oh! no, surely not! She told herself it was im­ possible, but nevertheless she suddenly sat down and began o weep, imagining her Topsy cruelly hurt by his fall from the high win ow. In the midst of her heart-broken sobbing, a cold little nose was comfortingly into her hand. With a wild cry of joy, she gathered Topsy up in her arms, regardless of the fact that his neck was encircle y a wr of flowers that was undoubtedly from her best garden-party a . Subsequent investigation brought to light the fact that Topsy had been curled up asleep in a hat-box in the dark closet. Now he has an shoe with “Topsy” painted on it, which is reserved for his use omy. Cornelia Ireland, ’26. �34 DELPHIC /__ What l Thought of Being Pinched by a Cop H__ What I Think Now On “What I Used to Think” When I was smaller, and I used to hear people say anything about being ' pinched" -I mean being pinched for speeding-1 thought that if you were going too fast a cop would come up to you and say, “You are pinched for speeding”. Then you would go down to the judge and if you had been going very fast he would give you a real hard pinch. The faster you were going, the harder pinch you would get. But 1 know entirely different now. The cop would say probably, “You are pinched for speed­ ing”. But that is about all that would be anything like what I thought. Ardeane Henningsen, ’29. Outgrown Opinions When 1 was about five years old, 1 thought dogs ate every cat they saw;; also 1 thought that they loved the black cats the best because they were licorice, and that the brown were chocolate flavored, and the white vanilla. Just’because 1 liked licorice best I naturally thought dogs did. Now, we had a beautiful black Persian cat, and next door lived a huge police dog. One lovely afternoon, when I was feeding “Gypsy,’ the cat, the dog came around the corner of the house after the meat he had evidently smelled. I was facing the cat and did not see the dog, but Gypsy did. Seeing her startled looks 1 turned around to see what was the matter. When 1 saw the dog coming closer I started to grab the cat and run in the house, but to my great amazement “Gypsy” stepped forward to defend herself. She growled and hit the dog on his nose with her claws, which changed his mind, and mine, too, and he turned and ran the other way. Since then 1 have never tried to rescue a cat from a dog, and I also learned that all cats have pink flesh as we have and that dogs never eat them after killing them. Helen Owens, ’29. 0^ « Science Science is not the destroyer of sentiment and gentle illusions, We can learn scientific truths without losing our sentimentality. How can science ravage the sublime beauties of nature. Nature is fully as beautitu now as it was centuries ago. It is to the scientist alone that nature be­ comes perverted; he is usually so interested in the sepals and petals, the stamens and pistil of a flower, that he forgets to enjoy its unanalyze beauty. Nor can science destroy the marvelous in the arts. What artis conforms his work to the dictates of science. Science does not destroy faith; it actually strengthens faith by proving that it was possible f°r �DELPHIC 35 Bible miracles to occur. Science analyzes", but do we lose interest in an engine when we learn how it works? No. Our attention is but held the closer. If science says that all is a lie, then science itself is false. Instead of tearing down our fundamentals, science walks hand in hand with them, and often assists psychology, philosophy and religion over the rough places in the road. Margaret McCall, ’26. Dearest Jest: 1 am very lonesome, Won’t you come down next week for that longdelayed visit? I have been thinking a great deal of your last one. It has many pleasant memories for me but 1 think we will enjoy the next one even more. There are so many ways to find pleasure here. We will have all our old standing jokes to laugh at, as well as the new ones we will find. I think your sense of humor is one of your most likeable charac­ teristics. I had an experience the other day that we can enjoy together. We were going on a fishing-trip so we got up before dawn, to get ready. It was pitch dark and as we were stumbling about, half asleep, suddenly we heard a lark singing. Shortly after that the sky began to brighten. It seemed almost uncanny, as if he had been flying so high that he had seen the day approaching before we even guessed it was near. Then he came and perched himself in the vines around my window. While Dad hunted rods and reels and I made sandwiches, the old rooster who had been crowing mightily on the barnyard fence came strutting up with his Ply­ mouth Rock household. The “hired man” was whistling as he ploughed, and we heard Martha singing as she milked old Jenny. Strangely enough both musicians had chosen “When You and I Were Young, Maggie . missed your keen appreciation of such a scene. Another source of our enjoyment will be long walks. The fields are white with daisies and we are almost surrounded by bald, rounded hills, where clouds sometimes rest. There is plenty of room to let one s ima§ ination wander in this scenery. Not far from here lives the dearest o couple with an adopted daughter. I will take you to see them and 1 am sure you will love them . ,, . ... „ It is rumored that a dance will be given in the neighboring village within the next two weeks. You can’t miss it. These litt e towns c ing to their quaint old customsj and the dancing will take place on the villag green, in the afternoon. .All the older people will come to watch, gossip, and tell superstitious tales. . , I suppose you are having a wonderful time in town, un e this is a very gay season, but you must come to visit rne a Jmusic country place. You will have no idea of the enjoyment SUPP^jp' until you have heard my radio. I listen to it for hours, hear by the next mail that you are coming. Love, UAllegro. Cornelia Ireland, '26. �36 DELPHIC Briarwood, Oregon, May 5, 1926. Dearest Aeneas: I have not seen you for centuries so you know that I have changed a great deal. I am five feet eleven inches high and weigh one hundred and thirty-seven pounds. My eyes are a blue gray and my hair is brown. I live in the United States. I am supposed to be sixteen years old, but wouldn’t the people be surprised if they knew that I was living when you were on Earth ? The people nowadays are not as warlike as in your time. They believe in taking life easily and getting as much fun out of life as possible. They think that we never had any fun centuries ago. If the people only knew the fun we had they would think that they were leading a dead sort of life. How is Dido? The poor child, has she ever forgiven you or do you ever see her? If you ever think of coming back to the Earth, you had better come to the United States, for it is a very nice country. Nowadays children have to go to school and learn a number of differ­ ent kinds of studies. I am in the first year of high school and have seven more years of schooling. The people of today have a recreation which is called golf. In golf you have some funny sticks which are called clubs, with which you hit a ball which is called a pill, You then chase over a number of acres of land trying to find your ball in order that you may hit it again and con­ tinue your chase around the country. There is another thing the people do. They scuff along the floor in twos and stand in such positions that you would think they were de­ formed, and they call this dancing. They do this dancing to the tune of a great deal of hammering and banging which is called jazz. I do not care for these things for they are foolish. I will have to end this letter now and do those studies I told you they make us learn at school. Please write to me soon and tell me what is happening in the Under World and please tell me if anybody lives on the other planets. Give my love to all my friends. Goodbye for now. Your loving friend, Katherine James, ’29. �37 Monday, February 1 The second term, The silence is over. The dread is over. Once again we are human, for the “exams’ are now in the past and are buried, never to rise again. Saturday, February 13 The mid-year prom. We gave it at the Portland Heights Club. The decorations were clever, the orchestra good, and the crowd large enough to fill the Club and small enough to have a good time. Monday, February 22 Washington's Birthday. As it fell on a Monday, all of the boarders were given a week-end which lasted until Tuesday morning, an av pupils had a vacation over Monday. Tuesday, February 21 The Freshmen and Sophomores had their annual basketball gameOf course, it was all very exciting, and the Sophomores won. er the Freshmen will have better luck next year. Score 12-10. Wednesday, February 24 and The Junior-Senior game. The feeling ran high at this .game . The the Seniors fought hard, but the victory was won by the juniors score was 18-20. Friday, February 26 The day of days! — game with Reed College. The whole school The Reed team the team played so well that we beat Ree^. t0Qok their defeat in i a stayed to have dinner with the boarders. Th y most sportsmanlike way. �38 DELPHIC Thursday, March 4 Junior-Sophomore basketball game. The Sophomores won the cup. Tuesday, March 9 ........ Reorders vs Days. This is always an interesting basketball game for the Boarders and Days are great rivals in everyth,ng pertaining to sports and as friendly as can be in all else. The Day girls beat the Boarders, to their great joy. Tuesday, March 11 The boarders who are the pupils of Miss Thomson gave a small recital in the English room. The music was really very lovely, and the girls showed the result of good teaching and diligent practice. Wednesday, March 17 St. Patrick’s Day. Nearly every one had a bit of green ribbon, a green handkerchief or something else about her, in honor of this saint of Ireland. Friday, March 19 Our second basketball game with Reed. This time we played at Reed College. The game was very exciting, as it was a much closer match than before. The score was 28 to 15 in our favor. Monday, March 29 Baptismal Services were held in Chapel today. Tuesday, March 30 Confirmation at 10:30 o’clock this morning. Bishop Sumner came to our Chapel and confirmed eighteen girls. The service was very beautiful, and the Bishop preached an interesting sermon afterwards. Wednesday, March 31 tournaments begin today The official “Opening” of tennis. The . . and excitement is running high. Every one is playing and thin mg “Maybe I’ll get to the finals.” Friday, April 2 Good Friday. There was no school today, the day being given up entirely to Church and meditation. Wednesday, April 7 Several of the Boarders were allowed to go to a show tonight, as a reward for the way they kept their silence on Good Friday. Friday, April 9—Monday, April 19 Easter vacation! The joy of all joys! No school for ten days. Boarders were longing to “get home,” and the Days “to sleep a the morning.” Needless to say, they got their wishes. �DELPHIC 39 Tuesday, May 4 Review has begun in most of the classes, and there are only three more weeks until Commencement. Sister gave the Seniors their Com­ mencement invitations yesterday, as well as a good talk on ‘What College Means or Should Mean to Us.” Thursday. May 13 Tennis finals. A picnic supper given by the New Girls to the Old. Saturday, May 22 This is the date set for the Alumnae Tea, at which the Seniors will be received into the Alumnae Association. Monday, May 24 Examinations begin. A week of fear and trembling and hard study is before us! Friday, May 28 The recital and French Play. Saturday, May 29 "Told in a Chinese Garden,” a play being given by the Expression Class. Sunday, May 30 The Baccalaureate Sermon preached by Bishop Sumner at St. Stephen’s Pro-Cathedral. Afterwards the girls are all invited to school, where luncheon will be served. Monday, May 31 The Junior Prom was given at school tonight. We had a good orchestra and a very gay time. The Juniors decorated the school very well, and deserve a great deal of credit for so successful a dance. Tuesday, June 1 Senior Chapel and Breakfast. Commencement at Trinity Church. The end of another year, and the end of the school for some, while others will go on. Commencement always makes one sad and, of course, happy. May the next Junior Class have as nice a year as we have had. Sj | �40 DELPHIC Snfertainnent January twelfth the boarders gave a Christmas Cantata in the Chapel before a small but appreciative audience, The idea was to relate the story of the birth of Christ in Bethlehem and the coming of the Wise Men. Sister Superior invited any of the day students who might care to, to spend the night at the Hall, and a rollicking, good time was enjoyed by all. April thirteenth Miss Thomson took several of her pupils to hear Dent Mowry at the library. The girls were all very enthusiastic over him, and enjoyed hearing him play his own compositions. May fifth the Reverend C. H. L. Chandler gave a lecture on the missionary work in China. It was instructive and was made very interesting by splendid stereopticon slides. �41 Who among us has not been reprimanded for inattention in classes during some discussion of Burke's Conciliation or the formation of crystals under certain extremely obscure conditions? Reclining, so we are told, in our chairs, our minds are obviously on something beside the subject under discussion. Some of us are exploring the jungles of Brazil or mapping the little known Panama. These are the ambitious ones, while the rest of us are content to visualize ourselves fascinating and worldly wise at a tea dance at the most fashionable place of the movement. After review­ ing the actions of our old girls, however, we find that theirs have mate­ rialized and that perhaps ours are not idle dreams. Jean Muir, ’23, has gone East and expects to leave soon for her second trip abroad. Frances Spaulding, ’22, graduated from Mills this May and Mrs. Harry Clair (Mary Helen Spaulding, ’19) went south to her sister’s Com­ mencement. Mrs. Walter Pitman Ramsey (Janet House, ’21) visited her parents recently and then returned to her home in San Diego. Mr. and Mrs. Ronald Honeyman (Suzanne Caswell, ’20) have a little son, Ronald Honeyman, Junior. Mrs. Robert Sabin, Jr. (Catherine Russel, ’19) was married a short while ago. Mrs. Frederick Jacobs (Marion Farrel, ’22) is the head of the motor corps of the Portland Junior League. Adeline Kendall, ’17, has been in the Philippines. Consuelo McMillan, ’17, who recently returned from New York, came up to school to visit. Annie Ellen La Moree, ’24, has entered training at the Good Samaritan Hospital. �42 DELPHIC Mrs. Richard G. Montgomery (Dorothy Haradon, ’23) was married the 28th of April. During vacation we had a number of visitors. Mayanna Sargent, ’25; Catherine Martin, ’25; Dorothy Statter, ’25, and Edna Ellen Bell, ’24, came from the University of Oregon. Frances Baker, ’20, is studying music in San Francisco. �DELPHIC 43 The Oracle”: Your jokes we like very much, although some of them are not original. Your story, “A Good Turn,” was very much enjoyed, but it is rather fabulous to think that an animal of that kind would wait so long until the man had a chance to kill it. “The Johannean”: Your juvenile literature is excellent. However your illustrations are rather conspicuous by their absence. “The Columbiad”: Your poetry is lovely and we wish to congratulate the author of “The Man and the Man with the Derby”, Yours is one of the few magazines in which the jokes are genuinely funny. “Satura”: We enjoyed your magazine very much, especially your “School Notes”, but we wish there were more of you. “The Ogontz Mosaic”: Your literature carries out your title, “Mosaic”, and your photographs are most enviable, We are hoping to receive another magazine from you soon. “Cargoes”: Your literary department is excellent. Where are your exchanges? We enjoyed reading your magazine and hope you will send it again. “St. Katharine’s Wheel”: Your editorials are very well written, but we suggest that you add a joke column. The Delphic acknowledges the following with thanks. “The High School Enterprise,” Pinson, Tenn. “Ivy Leaves,” St. Mary’s Hall, Burlington, N. J. “The Ogontz Mosaic,” Ogontz School, Rydal, Penna. “St. Katharine’s Wheel,” St. Katharine’s School, Davenport, Iowa. “The Comet,” West Pittston High School, Plttst®n-P®n1nan “The Ward-Belmont Hyphen,” Ward-Belmont, Nashville, Ten . “The Columbiad,” Columbia University, Portland, Ore. “The Oracle,” Rennselaer High School, RennseUer, N. Y f “Side Lines,” Middle Tennessee State Teachers College, Murfrees boro, Tenn. . “The Quill,” Wheeler School, Providence, K 1. “The Magpie,” St. Margaret’s School 'Waterbury, Coinn. “The Scroll,” Washington Seminary, Washington, Pe ■ “The Clio,” Miss Beard’s School, Orange N. J. "Ferry Tales,” Ferry Hall. Lake Forest, 111. „ jch Conn "The Rosemary Question Mark,’ Rosemary Hall "The Blue Print," Katharine Branson School n.j. “The Stampede,” Milligan College, M'lliga , “Cargoes,” Kent Place School, Summit, N. J. �DELPHIC 44 » • '••v.__A Tilbleiic^ For the First half of this term basketball held the center of attention. The schedule afforded many exciting games. The deciding game for the class championship was between the Sophomores and the Juniors, the former having beaten the Freshmen, and the latter the Seniors. The Sophomores finally won a very exciting game, with twelve points to the Juniors’ eight. The lineup was as follows: Juniors Sophs . . . . H. Loomis E. A. Johnson... C . .. . J. Cullers M. E. Wheeler. .. G E. Scarbrough G K. Briggs ......... .(2) M. Smith F. G. Goodman (12) (6) D. Livesley F. Esther Kaser . . . .M. Malarkey Elizabeth Kaser S.C The annual battle between the Day Girls’ and the Boarders resulted in a victory for the Days, 24-18. For the Boarders, Dorothy Livesley made 10 points, J. Smith 2, and M. E. Huron 6. M. A. Meyer made 18 and J. Cullers 6 for the Days. In former years the climax of the season was always a match between our team and one from Miss Catlin’s School. This year we varied our schedule and played a team from Reed College. We played on our own floor and virtually wiped them out. Their team consisted of C. Reader, H. Van de Water, R. Winchell, J. Hatton, A. Nelson and E. Hasenmayer. The final score was 30 to 0 in our favor. The Reed girls soon after sent us a challenge for a return game on their floor, which promised to be a game for “blood . It fulfilled its promise, being almost even score until the last few minutes of play, the Hall finally winning, 25 to 17. We certainly appreciated the good sportsmanship of the Reed girls, and we all hope that we will be able to play them again next year. Having at last recovered from the excitements of basketball games, we are now in the throes of a tennis tournament, but the finals are yet to be played, and the outcome is doubtful. The results will be known on May 13, as that is the day on which the finals are to be played. �45 Instructor: “In the presidential campaign of 1908, what did Mr. Bryan stand for?” Nancy Chipman: “Because he couldn’t sit down.’ Elizabeth Kaser: “A student is a larger body, I thought.” (No thin people need apply.) Hester Hopkins: “The quality of mercy is not strained—it droppeth as the gentle dew of heaven beneath. “Christianity in England goes back to before the time when Julius Caesar conquered England.” Jean Morrison: “That was in 55 B. C. I remember that. “Norma, you left your book on the seat. D .0, Jean, awakening from a dream, “What was it—The Sea Beas . That’s the best movie I ever saw.’ over the floor and Geraldine Kirby: “There were dead people all they were eating and drinking. One Boarder: “I had a great big luscious chocolate-covered cherry. Another Boarder: “Where did you get it? First Boarder: “Let me tell you the rest of my dream. Spelling “omelet”: “Sometimes they spell it another way-omelette’." Frances Loomis: Harriet Arenz: “That’s feminine.” lean Morrison: “What does ‘K’ mean?” _ Teacher: “Awkward or clumsy—a symbol. Madelon Brodie: “Oh, I see, instead o let out’ or ‘put in ? Betsy Abbot: “Does ‘acquitted’ mean ‘ all wrapped up in the Mary Helen Carr (in English) . “He was t >> carriage. �46 DELPHIC Virginia Coke: “Cherubim are little babies’ heads, aren’t they?” Bercie: “Yes, and they have little teensie wings in back of their necks. One Student: “I don’t know what course to take when I get to college. Law is hardest, isn’t it?” Second Ditto: “I guess so.” , , . , .. Third Ditto: “Well, I know a girl who s taking it, and she s all doubling up, or something. What Would Happen If— Virginia Coke couldn’t find anything to argue about? Long hair became stylish? . . Cornelia Ireland went to two Delphic staff meetings in succession. Owners were found for all lost fountain pens? Everybody got the dances they wanted at the Prom? Helen Spencer and Ardelia Haradon quarreled? The mirror in the cloak room got broken? Mr. Freeburg went out of business? Class dues were paid regularly? Anybody paid any attention to notices on the blackboard? Nobody made excuses for not staying Friday for the Deficiency List^ �DELPHIC 47 INDEX TO ADVERTISERS Page I A. Anonymous . . Applegath, C. G B. Barde, J. M.. . Basket Groc. & Delicatessen. Berg, Chas. F.............. Bob Shoppe ......... Brandes Creamery . . Bushnell Photos .... Bush Pharmacy ........ 54 I 62 .63 62 52 50 50 57 C. Callahan and Deery. . Clark’s Flowers ........ Colt, C. C. (friend). . Cramer Jewelry Co.. . Crantford’s Flowers . . Curtain Store ....... 56 50 63 62 57 60 E. Ernst, C. E.................. 52 F. Feldenheimer’s........... Fink Studio........ Flynn Gift Shop........ Foulkes Joselyn ........ Francine ..................... Freeberg ................... G. Gill, J. K...................... H. Heitkemper, Frank A 58 61 57 60 54 57 56 60 62 .49 l. Ireland’s ................... J- Junior Class............ Page K. Knight Shoe Co 50 L. Liebes, H. ................. Lipman, Wolfe & Co 60 61 63 M. Martin & Forbes Co.. Mautz Bldg. & Investment Co..52 56 Mayson Overstuffed, Inc. 61 McCormick, Charles . . . 49 Meier & Frank Co......... 50 Moore, Alice Price........ 58 Moyer Clothing Co. . . . . 51 Multnomah Hotel.......... 63 N. New York Life Insurance Northwestern National Bank..58 O. Olds, Wortman & King......... 55 Olds. Wortman & King..... • 64 P. Peterson Photos.................. 60 Portland Hotel .................... 48 Portland Laundry................ .56 53 59 52 57 U. Union Laundry Co.............. 63 United States National Bank ..65 V. Van Orman, Louis................ 62 S. Senior Class........................ Simonds Saw & Steel Co---Staiger’s .............................. Staples the Jeweler.............. �Compliments of Portland Hotel 48 Patronize Our Advertisers i �COLLEGIENNE SHOP shows a host of fascinating things for girls of every age . . . frocks and coats of slim, youthful character, lovely underthings, piquant hats—everything! If you are looking for Christmas gifts, too, this is the place to come. Second Floor ‘//I.,. X cft^ZnK Cc. mca The Quality Store Of Portland. Oregon m mOO*..SO*« AcOfo Ui* STS | | Compliments of The Junior Class ! 49 Patronize Our Advertisers �Brandes Creamery Manufacturers of “BRANDES” PREMIUM BUTTER Cream, Milk, Buttermilk Eggs and Cheese Phones: Broadway 7082 Broadway 7081 Choice Photos and Miniatures at Popular Prices COLUMBIA BLDG.. WASHINGTON AT W. PARK ALICE PRICE MOORE Voca/ Teacher KNIGHT’S Shoes - - Hosiery Multo-Maid Shoes with low heels only Priced from $8.50 Morrison, near Broadway -FINEST QUALITY g* CLARKE BROS. MOf?(?lSON STREET BETWEEN FOURTH ANO FIFTH 50 Patronize Our Advertisers �Multnomah Hotel I affords every facility for the perfect en­ tertainment of your Portland friends and your Out-of-Town visitors. Luncheon is served in the Gold Room from 12:00 to 2:00 daily with a la carte service and a special seventy-five cent luncheon. Dinner is served in the Indian Grille from 5:30 to 8:30 with dancing from 6:30 to 8:30. Table dTIote Dinner $1.50, and a la carte service. Supper Dancing in the Indian Grills from 9:00 to 12:00 every evening except Sunday. Cover charge 75c. Saturdays $1.00. A group of private dining rooms on o the mezzanine floor will accommodate parties of from six to sixty and are so arranged as to peimit of unusually quick service. Our Maitre d'Hotel will be pleased to as­ sist in planning parties and offering sugges tions. Multnomah Hotel RICHARD W. CHILDS Manager 51 Patronize Our Advertisers �Compliments of Mautz Building and Investment Co. Compliments of C. E. EARNST CONFECTIONERY V Broadway at Washington THE CHARLSTON CUT AND MARCEL Stainers THE BOB SHOPPE 52 Stars of the Stage and Screen and smart Women everywhere favor I. MILLER Footwear SHOWN BY Introduced by us, bids fair to be one of the most popular hair cuts. Prob­ ably. not only because it is so youthtul and differ­ ent— but so downright smart. 100 Ungar Bldg. QMART Feminine Portland Wears Beautiful I. MILLER FOOTWEAR 288 Morrison Street (Corbett Building) Main 1576 Patronize Our Advertisers �Compliments of The Senior Class \ 53 i Patronize Our Advertisers �COMPLIMENTS OF C. G. APPLEGATH Established IS70 EXCLUSIVE FURRIER Portland, Oregon Portland’s Oldest Fur House 129 TENTH Telephone B-3548 FRANCINE TWELVE PAYMENT CHARGE SERVICE An easy way to dress well. The Francine Twelve Payment Charge Service opens a way for anyone to complete her wardrobe and pay for it on the most convenient terms. Come in and let us explain. The Netvest in Coats, Suits, Dresses and Millinery at prices to suit everyone FRANCINE—353 Alder Street 54 Patronize Our Advertisers �m is? Jfc & 2mm „ni wtWm ^SllS 1 /• ,Vl n Pi mm m WWRlT- pi 53] ’i ©If l @ ?! 1s us ®l .'UAJ [A lif I'1 I' ] V-( ■>• ‘ ” ^ j V PS 3== b ' Olds Woirtmam^^Rimg PORTLAND, OREGON Cljc Christmas i^tore §f BETTER VALUES LET US SERVE YOU Headquarters for Juniors’ Quality Apparel Patronize Our Advertisers 65 �Compliments of . PORTLAND LAUNDRY COMPANY Union Avenue at Mill ‘'The Laundry with a Purpose" Please Patronize Our Advertisers SOLI) DIRECT - EASY TERMS F. J, CALLAHAN. RES. PHONE GARFIELD 2 10 1 E. H. DEERY. RES PHONE GARFIELD 1218 Phone Main 1 584 Callaham & Deery Va RETAIL DEALERS FRESH and GURED MEATS 5Y HAMS, BACON, LARO TPAOC MADK rON THE SQUARE^ Open EvcuinAN SUPPLYING SHIPS OUR SPECIALTY FOSTER ROAD AT 56th Between Yamhill and Taylor 187 Third Street, Portland, Oregon jPUHUlIQIIOlilllllillll "i'j / 1 A '<Y ,A Giftwares I ' I ’HOUSANDS of inexpensive, artistic and carefully selected little articles that will make beautiful and well received gifts. A very | complete selection for your inspection. Plan to do at least a part of your Christmas shopping in our Gift Shop. 1 oofsellers^Stationers^OfficeOutfitters b Scrap 4 fBOOK cFiftliand Starl^Streets - i. Patronize Our Advertisers I j c^3 ■rjiuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiniiiiiniiiipiiniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii:iiiii;iiiiiiiiiijiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiniiiiiiiiuiiuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiioiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinin 5G | 1 i I I 1 1 �F. L. Grocer LUNCHES AND STATIONERY 465 MONTGOMERY STREET MAIN 7344 The Bush Pharmacy Main 4737 Cor. 11th and Montgomery Sts. Phone Main 3322 WJoweu Try Our Chocolate Malted Milk Yamhill at Tenth Street Portland, Oregon STAPLES i % The JEWELER^ Manufacturing Jeweler, Watchmaker and Optician > 326 MORRISON STREET Portland, Oregon nn Gift Shop Seventh Floor Northwestern Bank Building Morrison Street - Opposite Portland Hote Personal Attention Given All Sales Patronize Our Advertisers 57 �Compliments of i| IDD ?a 8 ll THE NORTHWESTERN NATIONAL BANK SS 53 Si IS 33 ^ Si 53 SS II 53 Si 15 33 jgjgjlj TheNorthwestern ISggjNational Bank :' : aa aa-aaii NorthwesternBankBIdg.. Portland.Orefcon Compliments of DAN E. BOWMAN’S Moyer Clothing Co. THIRD AND OAK STREETS A. & c. FELDENHEIMER, Inc. Established 1868 Best Jewelry and Jewelry St ore in Portland CORNER WASHINGTON AND WEST PARK 58 Patronize Our Advertisers �SIMONDS SAWS SIMONDS SAWS ^•^WARRANTCD ^-^rCHBURG MASS CMICaGO|T>^\. 4MCOwvCP- ^ Simonds Saw and Steel Co. “The Saw Makers” Simonds Saws Mean Satisfaction to the Customer or SAWS : KNIVES : FILES : STEEL [or 3 Coast Branches PORTLAND OREG. SAN FRANCISCO CALIF. SEATTLE WN. VANCOUVER B. C. SIMONDS SAWS SIMONDS SAWS Patronize Our Advertisers 59 �The Curtain Store Bright Scarfs “Everything for Your Windows” TELEPHONE MAIN 4727 Bonny Warm Plaids Curtains and Draperies from the land of the purple heather. that take the sting out of wintry days. And they’re priced from— $2.95 $6.95 made to order and put up in your home complete TO Estimates Given Without Obligation on Your Part PARK AND YAMHILL STS. JOCELYN FOULKES Portland's Long-Established JEWELRY STORE in New Location GREATLY INCREASED STOCK We Specialize in Gems. Diamonds. Newest and Finest Mountings and Settings WONDERFUL ASSORTMENT OF NEWEST NOVELTIES FRANK A. HEITKEMPER, Inc. Piano Pedagogue New Address—324 Alder St. Ungar Bldg. Succeeding G. Heitkemper Co. Established 18S9 QUALITY PORTRAITS by the Peterson Studio A Gift That Strengthens Friendship 214 PITTOCK BLOCK 60 Patronize Our Advertisers �CLASS PORTRAITS ispmafi-Wolfe r A Impressionistic or Plain Jw" \|V- )£[ Fink Studio Broadway 1545 i^l - V'T ■P m Our $9.95 Balbriggan Dresses Take first place among school frocks. Are —smart —becoming —practical Sizes 12 to 16 HENRY W. JACOBS A rtist Girl’s Store — 4th Floor Compliments of Chas. R. McCormick Lumber Co. 61 Patronize Our Advertisers �... Compliments of ... M. Barde & Sons Louis Van Orman & Co. General Insurance 807 Title Trust Bldg. BE. 1749 G. Cramer Company Jewelers 720, Selling Building Portland, Ore. Main 6026 Nothing but the finest will satisfy St. Helen’s Hall—Hence “Just the Things That Delight aWoman*s Heart!” IRELAND’S QUALITY BOX LUNCHES Gloves, Hose, Silk Underwear, Sweaters, Umbrellas. Blouses, Skirts, Coats, Dresses Ireland’s Sandwich Shop 365 Wash. St. 62 5mr 5$ /C 125 6th St. V/Vio'a jjOUT V.o«Ucrt Morrison St. Patronize Our Advertisers J Opp. Post Office �55SW ■ Compliments of A FRIEND Compliments of NEW YORK LIFE INSURANCE CO. Compliments of BASKET GROCERY & DELICATESSEN Compliments of UNION LAUNDRY COMPANY “The Laundry of Personal Service’ 2nd at Columbia Street Main 0332 Martini Forbes Company Florists Main 0269 354 Washington Street Patronize Our Advertisers Portland, Oregon 63 �Olds Woktmam^&^Kimg --------- B. F. SCHLESINGER S' SONS. INC.. SUCCESSORS v Come to Olds & King’s for— UNIFORMS We’re official” uniform makers for St. Helens Hall, you’ll be sure they’re right if you you know buy them here. We have other pretty frocks and coats for misses, too, in fact, this is the misses’ store of Portland. i % ENGRAVED iiiuinuuniiDLminxiiiiiiiiTniiiiiinnnfl 2 3 a a a a 3 WEDDING. ANNOUNCEMENTS a a CARDS, ENGAGEMENTS 3 aH AT HOMES, ETC. ! E + i Si a a a + a E SOCIAL STATIONERY C DESK ACCESSORIES E E El LEATHER GOODS \ E a a a rr rimniinn 111111uinmmmmnnmimnn; G4 5 a a a m a a \ ©teel Die Stamping anD dEtnbossing ! a a a Ea Patronize Our Advertisers �I ; f i- ■r -o * w Many Women Bank Here HOUSANDS of women bank at the United States National. They use a Checking Account for their shopping and to take care of household expenses. And their Savings Account is most conducive to their thrift. T The Service Here is Commensurate with the Size of this Great Institution. United-States National Banfc Broadway amd Combining the . at Stetirk LADD STILTON DANK patronize our ADVERTISERS 65 �■ ■ .4 \ ,!• . ip!r *v «yt£ SvV;:-’ 1 •. ft,': ■■■ ■ff V/, -/ ' iv' ft p V \s Jftrft- ft- ' ■ ft'- -r- Wm ■S,: ft ■ ; 3ft ftft,') ■ , ft Vy ■.Vvl; -- s- ft / fcft-V ftft ■ •*S$L ftft. •• ■ .c-, .- ftft :; “T- & .. ft“ ,-^3v; a*S«S,. j.-ftftft • --•>*••. X ... -•• ftftft ■ ft V ftftff 'v s' ;/- v V-: • - ■■ ■■■■ , - - ■ V JiSc;l--.-v' /-:v-v >/ - ‘v •- ?■ ,- K 1 . x.. 3 ? I � Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Oregon Episcopal School Yearbooks Description An account of the resource This is a collection of yearbooks from the Oregon Episcopal School (OES). The bulk of the yearbooks are from St. Helen's Hall, with yearbooks also from the Junior College as well as Bishop Dagwell Hall. The title for the OES yearbook evolved from The Delphic to The Legend-Delphic. The title for the Junior College Yearbook was The Scintilla. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Oregon Episcopal School Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Oregon Episcopal School Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1921-1923; 1931-1995 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource All rights are reserved by Oregon Episcopal School. Language A language of the resource English Type The nature or genre of the resource Yearbooks Conforms To An established standard to which the described resource conforms. Describing Archives: A Content Standard (DACS) Extent The size or duration of the resource. 85 Medium The material or physical carrier of the resource. bound volumes Subject The topic of the resource Students Junior colleges Junior college students High school student activities Student activities Student publications Teachers Text A resource consisting primarily of words for reading. Examples include books, letters, dissertations, poems, newspapers, articles, archives of mailing lists. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre Text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Extent The size or duration of the resource. 1 Medium The material or physical carrier of the resource. bound volume Title A name given to the resource The Delphic 1926 Subject The topic of the resource School yearbooks Students Student activities Student publications Teachers Description An account of the resource This is an OES yearbook from 1926. The yearbooks were published annually after 1925. Yearbooks from 1921-1968 were known as The Delphic and were created by St. Helen's Hall students attending in their high school years. St. Helen's Hall was an all-girls school that pre-dated Oregon Episcopal School. In 1969, the yearbook evolved into The Legend-Delphic with the addition of Bishop Dagwell Hall and male student attendees. After 1986 the yearbook branding begins to singularly list "OES" with a few volumes referencing "The Delphic" or "The Legend Delphic". Yearbooks helped to chronicle the school year's events and activities, in addition to listing each student and staff member. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Oregon Episcopal School Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1926 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource All rights are reserved by Oregon Episcopal School. Language A language of the resource English Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context oes_delphic1926-compressed.pdf School yearbooks; Students; Student activities; Student publications; Teachers 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 http://archive.oes.edu/files/original/41b2064945e83b1c77a024cd0489406d.pdf 8d27383424e9e3f33c9692c6d0ce7bc9 PDF Text Text Tn<z ) PV^oxiU ! > l : 1 *. ^3 — �■ f $ m £ «. ^ ^ m A •- H*3V*' i iiiftsi ■y K..;:li'l : - S%.^{<S££WS 1HSILL -. ?#v. • ! > ■:. i i i \ �rhiE DELPHIC St. Helens Hall gC Portland, Oregon 1927 * 1928 VOLUME XXVIII NUMBER 8 �Contents Frontispiece Faculty Senior Section Senior Class Poem Delphic Staff Editorials School Honors Literary Athletics Calendar Old Girl Notes Exchanges Jokes Advertisements \ 3 �3 DELPHIC Officers and Instructors RECTOR The Right Reverend the Bishop of Oregon CHAPLAIN The Reverend Samuel Evans GENERAL SUPERINTENDENCE The Sisters of St. John the Baptist (Holy Scripture, Church History) Mathematics Alice I. Stevens B.A., Mt. Holyoke Latin Dorothy Bartlett B.A., Smith College Science Marion E. White B.A., Smith College Jane Austin . Secretarial. Lower School Victoria College, University of Chicago, Columbia University Mildred Arey Lower School �'■asL ^- —$ . DELPHIC 4 . Joyce Groth French, Spanish B.A., University of Washington English Florence Thompson B.A., Wellesley College French Susanne Cocaine Diplomee de Tours Kindergarten Irene Brix Ellison-White Conservatory English, History Gertrude H. Houk A.M., Cornell University French Frances Green ........ B.A., Stanford University; The Sorbonne, University of Grenable Lillian E. Summers . English, History A.M., Marietta College, Ohio Isabelle Breingan Lower School Nan A. Knapp Physical Director Temple University, Philadelphia 1 i i Music and Art Katherine Laidlaw A esth etic Dancing Pupil of Ruth St. Dennis Louisa M. Thompson Art, Piano Guildhall School of Music. London Interpretation of Modern Music under Louis Victor Faar, j 927 South Kensington School of Art, Lond on Mabel Hall-Smith . Voice, Glee Club New England Conservatory Jocelyn Foulkes Piano Pupil of Malwine Brcc, Vienna Gertrude Van Horne Piano 1 oronto Conservatory Anne O’Reilly . William Wallace Grah am Dr. W. S. Knox School Physician . 'Cello Violin �White graduation veils— flowers—a line of girls marchwg, singing, We are but another class graduating from the Hall, but we are proud to be in that long procession, proud to be another class to receive that honor. ��DELPHIC 5 Mary Aileen Martin As Class President, Mary Aileen Martin has guided the destinies of our class through three years at St. Helen’s Hall. We of the class of 1928 may not have done anything of extraordinary im­ portance, but to our president we owe in great part the success of all that which we have attempted. She is known to us as "Mare,” and we first met her in Sep­ tember of our Freshman year. At the beginning of her second year, however, she was taken ill and forced to leave school for the remainder of the season. It was a loss, not only to the class itself, but to the class basket ball team and base­ ball team. On the latter she was captain. This year she was named president of the Student Government body, and as a mem­ ber of the Glee Club, had a part in the operetta. In dramatics,she played a prom­ inent part in the Latin play presented last year, and this year capably filled the role of Phoebe in As You Like It. Mary Aileen, we hope that the success which has followed you through your Hall days will continue with you in the future. �6 DELPHIC Helen Adelsperger Jean Adix 'Ritzie,” as Helen Adelsperger is bet­ ter known, entered our midst from the Harding School, Marshfield, as a boarder in September, 192-1. She was elected Treas­ urer of the class for our freshman year. In her sophomore year she entered into athletics and started her career as a guard on our basket ball team, for that year she played on both the first team of the class and the second team of the school. In her junior year, she continued her good work on both the first class and the sec­ ond school basket ball teams and joined the Glee Club in the last half of the year. She sang in the chorus of the operetta, The feast of the Little Lanterns. In her senior year she was elected quite fit­ tingly to the Athletic Department of the Delphic, chosen Captain of the School Basket Ball team, and given a part in the Senior Class Play, As Yon Like It. Jean Adix, as a day scholar, came to our class in 1926 from Gresham High School. She drives to school from Gresh­ am every day, and her car plays an impor­ tant part around school—running errands and transporting boarders. Jean joined the Glee Club, and the next year continued her Glee Club work and took part in the operetta, The feast of the Little Lanterns. In her senior year, Jean was chosen to act as a business manager on the Delphic Staff and to take the part of the Silvius in the English play, As Yon Like It. Jean is planning to go on to the Univer­ sity of Oregon or the University of Wash­ ington and study dentistry with the idea of going into business with her brother and having offices with him. Jean has chosen her profession with determination, and we believe that she will succeed. �7 DELPHIC Harriet Arenz Harriet Arenz entered our midst from Grant High School at the beginning of her sophomore year, September, 1925, as a day scholar. Harriet has always been rather quiet and considered unobtrusive, but she has been distinguished for her wide knowledge of modern literature and her ability to play the piano for dancing at the lunch period. In her sophomore year she took part in the Latin play. This last year, her senior year, she brought glory and honor both to herself and to the school when she won praise and a prize upon the excellence of her theme of five hundred words on Fire Prevention, awarded her by the officials of the city. Harriet is planning to enter the University of Oregon this fall and major in jour­ nalism. Barbara Jane Averill Barbara Jane Averill entered the Hall from Grant High School in Portland in September, 1925. She was a day scholar, a capable one, and very likeable too. We called her "Barb.” It was not until her senior year, however, that she really dis­ played her true ability. At that time she was elected to the Delphic staff as art editor, and to her we owe all the cuts in this year’s Delphic. Why didn’t you tell us before that you could draw, Barb? There are some of us envious ones who would like to nominate her to the Hall of Fame for the brand new roadster which she drives to school each day. Barb also distinguished herself as one of the star forwards of our class basket ball team this year and helped to make possible the winning of the school championship by the senior class. Finally Barb did admir­ able work as Oliver in the class play As You Like It. �DELPHIC 8 Maxine Bennett Maxine Bennett, or "Max," joined our ranks as a day scholar from Irvington Grammar School, Portland, in September, 1924. After spending her freshman year here, she deserted us for a year and went to the Eugene High School at home in Eugene. However,she returned to us again as a day scholar at the beginning of her junior year. In that year Maxine joined the Glee Club, was in the chorus of both the Christmas Concert and the Operetta, and did a charming solo dance in the latter. In her senior year, as a boarder, she was elected to the Advertising Depart­ ment of the Delphic, and she has been very successful in dealing with the advertisers. She joined the Glee Club again, sang in the chorus in both the Concert and the Operetta, and again did the solo dance for the latter. She played on the class basket ball team and was chosen for Amiens in the Senior Class Play, As You Like It. Katherine Briggs Katherine Briggs began her school days at the Hall in the Lower School in 1919, and entered our class from the Lower School in 1924. She has always been a day scholar. Katherine is one of the Latin students, and has participated in the Latin plays of 1926 and 1927. When in her sophomore year Katherine was chosen to represent her class on the basket ball team, she played a fast game as guard. The "Old-Girl-New-Girl" parties of every year, when the "Old” and "New” girls meet to get better acquaint­ ed, call for costumes of originality and cleverness. Katherine won the first prize in her junior year for her costume and second prize in her senior year. As a member of the Delphic staff, she has writ­ ten up the "Music and Entertainment" of the past year. �DELPHIC 9 Mary Helen Carr Barbara Clarke Mary Helen was one of the early pio­ neers of the class, beginning with but a few of us in the Lower School as a clay scholar. When she arrived in the Upper School, she was elected chairman of the freshman class for a year, and just to prove her ability further she became a member of the Student Government in 1926 and again in 1928. "Monty” took part in the French play of ’25 and was a member of the Glee Club for the year '26. There was the place as forward on the class team in 1925 and 1928, and the position on the advertising staff of the Delphic in her senior year. May we com­ mend her for the excellent work she did in that department? Finally she took the part of Jaques de Boys in As Yon Like It. We wonder if there is anything at which Monty has not tried her hand and tried it well. Barbara Clarke began her Hall days in the Lower School and entered our class in 1924. In her sophomore year she was chosen to represent us on the Student Government—a position of honor and re­ sponsibility. The next year we bade Bar­ bara bon voyage, and she left us to sail for the Mediterranean Sea. We began the new year without her, and she was gone until the second term. In her senior year Barbara took Art History and was a great help with the knowledge of architecture, sculpture, and painting that she had ac­ quired on her trip. And in English class Barbara's compositions were highly enter­ taining with tales of sunny Cairo. Barbara was chosen to act on the Delphic staff in writing up the Old Girl Notes. She has been very efficient in her work—bringing us news of old friends that have drifted away. �10 DELPHIC Eveline Hall Elizabeth Hawkins Eveline Hall came to the school when she was a freshman. She had graduated from the Alameda Grammar School in Portland and came here as a day student. We remember the first time we heard Eveline play the piano—it was at one of our lunch period dancing classes, and Eve­ line surprised us by the way she played jazz—real jazz. Since then, she has often occupied the piano stool in the recreation room by popular demand during the lunch period while the rest of us dance. Eveline stayed at the Hall for two years and then left school to go to Texas to live. The following year, however, she was back at the Hall, and once more we heard strains of Among My Souvenirs issuing from the recreation room. Eveline will probably go to the University of Oregon next year. She is already famous for her University of Oregon week-ends, so why not? Elizabeth Hawkins, or "Bets,” as she was soon dubbed, came with her tennis racjuet from Reno, Nevada, High School in 1926. She came as a Boarder and im­ mediately began basket ball work. She was elected captain of the class basket ball team for her first year and played a brilliant game as forward on both it and on the school team. When the tennis prac­ tice began, Bets could be seen any after­ noon on the school court practising with her thirty-odd tennis balls. To some peo­ ple athletics is a science and Bets is such a person. She played in both the BoarderDay finals and the singles. The next year Bets came back as a day scholar. Again she played well on the school and class basket ball teams and again she won honor in tennis. Bets has been on the "A" list in studies ever since coming to the Hall, and she has put forth her best efforts both in the Advertising Depart­ ment of the Delphic and in the roll of Celia in the Senior play. �DELPHIC I 11 Janice Hedges Louise Holford Janice Hedges became a member of our class in the middle of her junior year, January, 1927. She entered from Oregon City High School, Oregon City, as a boarder and will long be remembered by under-graduates because of her excellent disposition. She established a reputation for herself by attaining an "A” average and by playing jumping center on the class basket ball team ’27-’28. She was selected to play the role of Pio in the Spanish play, Zaragnata, June, 1927. At the Old-Girl-New-Girl party in 1927, she greatly amused everyone by appearing on the stage as a grandmother, the wife of Peggy Lockwood. She has played in sev­ eral piano recitals, and in the English play, As Yon Like It, capably took the role of Frederick, the cruel duke, who banished his brother and niece to the For­ est of Arden. Janice intends to enter the University of Oregon in the fall. Louise is one of those favored few who can consider herself a member of this class from almost the very start, because she began in one of the lowest grades of the Lower School. She has been a day student from the first, coming in every morning from the farthest extremity of Dunthorpe. We say she lives in Portland, but Louise asserts that Dunthorpe is not Portland—it is much less plebian. We wonder what would happen if Louise ever ceased to be pleasant. She is one of those rare friends for whom such a thing is im­ possible. When she was a freshman, she distinguished herself as a member of the class basket ball and baseball teams. We remember, too, that was the year when the freshman class put up such a gallant fight for the honors in both sports. This year she became a member of the Delphic staff and with her colleague has efficiently su­ pervised the Exchange Department. �■L: 12 DELPHIC Virginia Holland Marjory Holman Virginia Holland became a member of our class at the beginning of her junior year in September, 1926. She entered as a boarder from Marlborough, a college pre­ paratory school for young ladies in Los Angeles. Her scholastic record is excellent, as it is generally possible to find her name up near the top of the "A" list. Virginia played on the class basket ball team in ’26. She is known to her more intimate friends as "Vee" and has established a reputation through her long hair and her ability to sing harmony. During the course of the entertainment with which the New Girls amused the Old Girls at their an­ nual party, she assisted Nancy Thompson in the singing of several songs. Her ten­ nis game is the envy of more than a few. In ’27 she was in the try-outs for the school team. Vee is undecided whether to attend finishing school in Washington, D. C., or go to college. Marjory began her high school work at the Hall when we were all freshmen, com­ ing here as a day scholar from the Ains­ worth Grammar School. She has always been quiet and enviably well liked, for Marjory is indeed a friend to anyone, and very dependable — class dues on time, committee work well done, and a "May I help in some way?" every time. We are told, too, that a long line of mascu­ line admirers waits upon the favor of Marjory. We really cannot blame them. In her first year at the Hall she "made" the class basket ball team, and for three years she has been a member of the Glee Club, for which we think she should re­ ceive a fine leather medal. Both last year and this she took part in the operetta given by the Glee Club. This year she was elected to the Delphic staff and has helped to produce for us a successful "Old Girl Notes” department. �DELPHIC 13 Elizabeth Ann Johnson Emma Johnson Elizabeth Ann did us a great honor when she came all the way from New York to attend the Hall. She was not long in becoming acquainted, however, for everyone wanted to know her. When she was only a freshman, she had a place on the class basket ball team, and the fol­ lowing year added new glories by being elected vice-president of her class. In her junior year she was made assistant literary editor, and this year she was the literary editor of the Delphic. In 1928 she also served on the Student Government. In her junior year she took a leading part in the Latin play, and this year proved her ability further by taking the role of Duke Senior in the class play. The school rec­ ords show two essay prizes beside Beth Ann’s name and two second testimonials as well. Beth Ann, we hope New York appreciates you as much as we do. Emma Johnson came to us from the Corvallis High School, Corvallis, as a boarder in September, 1926. Almost im­ mediately she gained a stationary place at or near the head of the "A” list, and, since that time "Emma Johnson” and "brilliance” have been synonyms to nearly every girl in the Hall. In her junior year, Emma did well not only in her studies but also in the Latin play of a Roman Marriage. In June, 1927, Emma received a first testimonial. In her senior year she was elected to the Old Girl Notes of the Delphic, but later changed to the Calen­ dar. She has made a great many excep­ tionally good literary contributions to the Delphic, both this year and last, as well as keeping a complete calendar of this year’s events. She was chosen to play the part of the old servant, Adam, in the Senior Play, As Yon Like It. �... .•* ■ #b_ ' \ 1 ' :• i : \ 14 DELPHIC ! V 3* j ; ! Helen Kaufman Helen Kaufman came to us at the be­ ginning of her junior year, September, 1926, from Lincoln High School, Port land, as a day scholar. Her first act of importance was to give an excellent por­ trayal of the famous orator, Cicero, in the Latin Play of a Roman Marriage in the spring of 1927. In her senior year she was elected to the Advertising Depart­ ment of the Delphic, and she has been very efficient in securing advertisements. All this year she has succeeded in keep­ ing high on the "A" list both in studies and deportment. She joined the Glee Club in January and appeared in the chorus of the Operetta, The Persian Princess. Later she took the part of the young hero, Or­ lando, in the Senior English play, As You Like It. She plans to enter the University of Oregon in the fall, and we are confi­ dent that Helen will succeed in whatever studies she takes up there. Elisabeth Kaser Elisabeth Kaser, or "Lib," came full of life and vigor with her twin sister from Annie Wright Seminary in September, 1925, as a boarder. Lib took it upon her­ self to know everyone in school and has been successful for three years. Her first year she played on both the class and school basket ball teams and joined the Glee Club. She plays the piano very well and has contributed a great deal to vari­ ous recitals. In her junior year, most un­ happily, she contracted a serious illness and was forced to be absent from school for a long time and, on her return, to restrain from anything but school work. However, in her senior year, she was quite all right again and fully made up for a quiet year by being elected to do the Cal­ endar of the Delphic, playing on both the class and school basket ball teams, and, with her sister, leading the entire school with pep in the yells. �DELPHIC Esther Kaser Esther Kaser, or "Eah,” as she is more intimately known, came to us from Annie Wright’s Seminary in September, 1925, as a boarder. She immediately became known as one of the "twins” from Juneau, Alas­ ka. She entered energetically into athlet­ ics, became guard on both the class and school basket ball teams, and joined the Glee Club. The next year she again en­ tered whole-heartedly into the spirit of things, but, unfortunately, because of ill health at the beginning of the spring term, she was forced to retire from ath­ letics for the remainder of the year. How­ ever, she joined the Glee Club again. This last year she was elected to the Music and Entertainment Department of the Del­ phic, she has played on both the class and school basket ball teams, and she and her sister, as our yell leaders, have added pep and enthusiasm to all the games of the year. Esther played Touchstone in As You Like It. 15 Jeanne Knapp Jeanne Knapp came from Washington High School in September of 1926. She came modestly, but it was not long until whispers told of Jeanne’s fast and furious game of basket ball. During her two years as a day scholar, Jeanne as center helped to pile up the scores on both the school and class teams. And not only in basket ball but also in baseball was Jeanne a leader. Her name was made in athletics. But not stopping there, she went on, and when the time came for the awarding of honors, Jeanne was called to receive a second testimonial. In the English Play, As You Like It, Jeanne took the part of Charles. She is planning to go on the University of Oregon to study physical education. We wish you success, Jeanne, in your chosen course. �V* ; 16 ■ • DELPHIC ; :£*V. :'S- f ' 'X ■ * j \• t ■ : s Kathryn Mansfield Bernice Mars Kathryn Mansfield came to the Hall as a post-graduate from Washington High School in June of 1926. We are glad that she considered spending two years of extra work to gain a St. Helen’s Hall diploma of enough value to spend them with us. Her post-graduate work has covered two years of English, French, and Spanish and a year of history of art. Kathryn, known to her friends as Kay, was chosen for un­ derstudy for the leading role of Zaragueta, the Spanish play of last year. Kathryn is a student, and her grades have always been high. We regret the fact that her doing post-graduate work has prevented her entering into the activities of the class itself. We would like to have had her as a regular member of our class. Kathryn is going to enter the University of Oregon this fall and continue her study of languages. Bernice Mars became a member of our class at the beginning of her junior year, September, 1926. She came from a great distance to attend the Hall, as a boarder, having previously attended Sweet Grass High School, Sweet Grass, Montana. She sang in the Glee Club in 1926 and 1927 and also in the colorful chorus of the operetta, The feast oj the Little Lanterns. In the original cast of the Spanish play, Zaragnita, she was to take the part of Dona Blasa, but when one of the other members of the cast fell ill at the last moment, Bernice carried not only her own but the other part as well. To her for her efforts in this double role should be given considerable credit for the success of this play. Bernice will be remembered by under-graduates for her good disposi­ tion and spirit of helpfulness. She in­ tends to enter Great Falls Business Col­ lege at Great Falls, Montana. �DELPHIC 17 Li / Myrtle McDaniel Myrtle McDaniel became a member of our class in the middle of her junior year, January, 1927. She entered the Hall as a day scholar from Lincoln High School in Portland. We little suspected at that time what an important part her literary ability was to play in the life of the Delphic. Our writer has also taken part in several school activities; she played guard on the class basket ball team, ’27-’28. In the English Play, As You Like It, she was selected to take one of the leading parts, that of Rosalind, the heroine, a role which she portrayed excellently. She intends to enter the University of Washington at the beginning of the fall term and to study journalism and short story writing. Her greatest ambition is to become a moving picture critic, and we believe that she will be successful. Betty McRobbie Betty came to us in September of 1925 from King George High School in Van­ couver, B. C. She brought with her a nice turn to her r's which has stamped her as English, or perhaps it is Bostonian, for she used to live there too. However, it really doesn’t matter—she has a nice turn to her r’s. We remember her as a quiet young lady with long blonde curls hang­ ing down her back. Nevertheless, since Betty has had a chance to stay and be­ come acquainted, she has made herself quite notorious for her pranks and dry sense of humor. But we wonder what would happen if Betty should ever be­ come inspired to hurry. The year she en­ tered, she became a member of the Glee Club. No contract for Grand Opera parts have been offered since, but Betty does have a nice voice. Finally, in her senior year, as a member of the Delphic staff, she has helped to make the Exchange De­ partment what we believe is an excellent one. �DELPHIC 18 Mildred Peterson Mildred Peterson entered our class in her junior year. She came from the Lowell High School, San Francisco, at the beginning of the fall term, Sep­ tember, 1926, as a boarder. She be­ came a member of the Glee Club chorus in 1927 and sang in the concert which was given immediately preceding Christ­ mas vacation. Mildred is known to most of her friends as ” Pete,” a nickname which, peculiarly enough, seems to fit her. In 1927 she was selected to play the role of Perico in the Spanish play, Zaragnila, and did great justice to the part. After her graduation from the Hall she will re­ turn to California, where it is her inten­ tion to attend Munson’s Business College in San Francisco. Under-graduates, espe­ cially boarders, will remember her because of the fact that she is so faithful to her friends, and because, even to the girls with whom she is not intimate, she is friendly. Dorothy Rogers Dorothy Rogers became a member of our class at the beginning of her junior year in September, 1926. She entered St. Helen’s Hall from Grant High School in this city as a day scholar. She sang in the Glee Club Concert which was given just before Christmas, 1927. She also took part in the chorus of the operetta, The Persian Princess, which we so enjoyed be­ fore the end of school, 1928. At the annual Old-Girl-New-Girl fancy dress party, which was held at B'nai B’rith Hall, she received the prize for the best old-fashioned costume, and it is our opinion that the prize was well awarded. She seems to have a faculty for winning prizes for dresses, because in the contest for the prettiest hand-made dress, made during Lent to send to the missions, she also won a prize. Her intention is to attend the University of Oregon in the fall. �DELPHIC 19 Nancy Thompson Janet Wentworth Nancy Thompson came to us from Roosevelt High School, Portland, as a boarder, in September, 1926. She joined the Glee Club, and her voice soon estab­ lished for her a reputation. She was solo­ ist in the Glee Club's Christmas Recital and took the leading role, that of the Chi­ nese Princess in the Operetta, The feast oj the Little Lanterns. Nancy was made leader of the boarders’ choir and soloist in both the Christmas and Easter Can­ tatas. Several times during the year she was called upon for vocal presentations and was chosen to sing the solo at Com­ mencement. The first part of her senior year she was a boarder, and a day scholar the second. That year she was elected to the Delphic staff as a business manager, and was Corin in As Yon Like It. Nancy plans to enter the University of Oregon and major in English Literature. Janet Wentworth, as a day scholar, en­ tered our class in September, 1924, and finished that year with a second testimo­ nial. In her sophomore year she was chosen to represent the class in the Stu­ dent Council, and distinguished herself by obtaining another second testimonial and honorable mention for her Colonial Daughter’s Essay. In her junior year she was chosen Secretary and Treasurer of her class and a member of the cast of the Latin play, and was awarded a first testi­ monial. As a result of the College Entrance Examinations she received the Mathematics Cup and the Senior Scholar­ ship. In her senior year she played on both the class and school basket ball teams, was selected to play the Melan­ choly Jaques in As Yon Like It. was elect­ ed to the Student Government, and was chosen Editor-in-chief of the Delphic. �DELPHIC 20 Class Will The Last Will ami Testament of the Class of Nineteen Hundred and Twenty-eight Be it known that: We, the class of 1928, do hereby will and bequeath to all future seniors our dignity and excellent conduct, which we have maintained for these four years despite the respon­ sibilities placed upon us. To the class of 1929 we bequeath the joys attendant on the publication of the Del phn feeling confident that they will be fitted for that honor. We also leave them all our English essays, our Burke’s Conciliation outlines, and whatsoever books, notes, and valu­ able information they may desire from us. To the sophomores we bequeath all the noble works of Cicero himself, considering this an act of true devotion. To the freshmen we bequeath an unsurpassed example of real virtue, which may serve them as a guiding light for the years to come. Finally, we, the individual members of the class, as follows: I, Jean Adix, leave my car to those who ride on the trolley. I, Helen Adelsperger, leave my athletic ability to Blanche Coe. I, Harriet Arenz, leave my collection of modern novels to the highest bidder. I, Barbara Jane Averill, leave my Delphic cuts to the Hall of Fame. I, Maxine Bennett, leave my gracefulness to Elouise Gilmore. I, Katherine Briggs, leave my unmannerly pen to Margaret Proctor. I, Mary Helen Carr, leave my dance announcements to all who like to trip the light fantastic. I, Barbara Clarke, leave my willowy figure to Katherin James. I, Eveline Hall, leave the piano stool to her who deserves it. I, Elizabeth Hawkins, leave all the secrets of tit-tat-to to Sally Cannon. I, Janice Hedges, leave my hedges to Mr. Bloom. I, Louise Holford, leave my carefreeness to Fanny Taylor. I, Virginia Holland, leave Laura Ellen’s black hat to Laura Ellen. I, Marjory Holman, leave my gentle voice to Christian Latta. I, Elizabeth Ann Johnson, leave the object of my interior decorations, namely, my Aeneid, to any one foolish enough to take Virgil. I, Emma Johnson, leave my speed in getting to classes to Rhoda Holman. �DELPHIC 21 I, Elisabeth Kaser, leave my unseniorlike giggles to Joan Thatcher. I, Esther Kaser, leave my ability to speak unsolicited in class to Barbara Fiske. I, Helen Kaufman, leave my jewelry to Mary Carpenter. I, Jeanne Knapp, leave my acrobatic ability to Susan Sargent. I, Kathryn Mansfield, leave my quest for knowledge to Madge Mason. I, Bernice Mars, leave my permanent wave to Alma Geddes. I, Mary Aileen Martin, leave the joys of student government to the school, knowing chat no individual will take them. I, Myrtle McDaniel, leave my dramatics in French to Nancy Nevins. I, Betty McRobbie, leave my powers of fast motion to Mary Lawrence McArthur. I, Mildred Petersen, leave my typing ability to Katherine Goodpasture. I, Dorothy Rogers, leave my Armishaws to Constance Green. I, Nancy Thompson, leave my ability to concentrate to Madelon Brodie. I, Janet Wentworth, do hereby close this testament by leaving all my Delphic worrics to next year’s editor. Signed The Class - of 1928. �B* f ■ r DELPHIC 22 Class Prophecy ■ J Name I Known As •I Helen Adelsperger . : 1 /L PkV JVf Her Roald Amundsen Eternally happy .Well dressed Jean Adix Jean Irene Castle Harriet Arenz Harriet Venus Talkative. Barbara Jane Averill. Barb. Rembrandt Genuine Maxine Bennett Max Pavlowa Smiling............ Katherine Briggs Briggs Princess of Wales Full of “wim, wigor * ' Would Like To Be and witality”.......... s. i Mary Helen Carr Monty Calvin Cool id ge Full of fun.................... Barbara Clarke Dunny Mrs. John Gilbert Amiable Eveline Hall Ev Clara Bow Behind frat pins Elizabeth Hawkins Bets Helen Wills Studious Janice Hedges Janice Titania With Made Ion Louise Holford Lulu Mary Garden A good sport Virginia Holland Vee Gene Tunney Sophisticated Marjory Holman Mar] Gene Dennis Demure Elizabeth Ann Johnson. . . .Beth Ann. . . .Mayor Landes Dignified �DELPHIC 23 Class Prophecy Famous for 194) Grin. . Professor famous for her goggles and collection of rare beetles. Hair Jean is now giving lectures in Europe on the art of proper make-up. Lending library. . . . Harriet, by means of her airplane, has been able to extend her lending library to all parts of the country. Drawings We hear that Barbara Jane has recently purchased the Franklin Auto­ mobile Company. Thrills. Miss Bennett is considered the most graceful girl at home and abroad. Good humor Katherine has opened a riding academy in the mountains of Armenia. “Hello” Conducting a world-wide campaign to raise money for homeless children. Travels Barbara is now a famed archaeologist and the author of “My House­ boat on the Nile.” Her jazz Much sought after model for sculptors and painters. “Them hair” Bets is now making a tour of America lecturing on “The Power of Tennis Suggestion." “All aroundness” Recently appointed conductor of the Portland Symphony Orchestra. One fur coat Internationally known opera star. “Harmony" Virginia recently founded the “School of Strength” for the weaker sex. Size ones Marjory is now playing a leading role in the French comedy “Taisezvous.” Figure (This is entre lions') Beth Ann is the chief author of all the college board examinations in Latin and French. �DELPHIC 24 Class Prophecy Known As Would Like To Be As We See Her Emma Johnson Emmy Socrates. . Brilliant Elisabeth Kaser Lib Billy Sunday Peppy Esther Kaser Eab Will Rogers Laughing. Helen Kaufman Llelen Walter Hampton Witty. Jeanne Knapp Jeanne. Red Grange Athletics. . . . Gertrude Ederle Retiring. Name Katherine Mansfield.........Kay Bernice Maes Grandma. . . Mrs. John D., Ill Unconcerned Mary Aileen Martin Mare Tommy Luke Busy Myrtle McDaniel Myrtle Helen of Troy Independent Betty McRobbie Betty Charlie Paddock Carefree Mildred Peterson Pete Vivian Duncan In a hurry Dorothy Rogers Dot Lindbergh Quiet........... Nancy Thompson Nan............... Edna St. Vincent Millay. . Adorable Janet Wentworth Jan Ty Cobb Saintly �DELPHIC 25 Class Prophecy Famous for i9 4S Vocabulary........... Emma has recently established a Girls’ Latin School in Moscow. Giggle She who has ended the bachelordom of His Royal Highness, the Prince of Wales. Squeals Lecturer on "The Proper Position While Speaking” and "The Necessity of Impressing Your Audience." Dimples Miss Kaufman has recently received a patent for "Finger Waves That Last a Lifetime." Sports Athletic instructor at the University of Fiji. P. G United States tennis delegate to the Olympic Games. Drawl Pampered wife of John D. Rockefeller, III. Orchids Miss Martin is considered the most popular house mother on the campus of the University of Oregon. Short Stories Instructor of the Russian Ballet in Moscow. She and Emma are rooming together. Drawl Betty is playin opposite Marj in the French hit "Taisez-vous." Dependability Mildred is now playing juvenile roles on the stage and screen. Being late .Miss Rogers has recently purchased the P. E. P. Company and is giving free car tickets to all Hall girls. Popularity It is rumored that Nancy has the finest collection of old and modern poetry in the world. Sense of humor Janet has just been made editor of the New York Times; it is rumored she started as office boy. �J 26 DELPHIC i Class Poem There stands a beacon light upon a hill; It pours upon the valley from above The sacred fire of sacrifice and love In streams of heavenly radiance, calm and still. It was not always thus; a spark divine, Kindled by human labors, prayers, and tears, Waxed and grew throughout the fleeting years Until the world about might see it shine. : ■ Up the high hill, and sloping towards the light, • : There leads an ancient trail, and countless feet Have worn it smooth with their courageous beat Passing ever onward through the night. Line upon line of pilgrims in the dark: They cannot pause; they march to seek Life's goal. But they must pass the light, and in their soul, Born of the radiance, glows a tiny spark. % So may we each bear with us as we go i A living spark of that eternal fire, That spreading ever outward, ever higher, . May light the world about us with its glow. Emma Wintler Johnson, '2S. ! V �A word or two about the school — editorials, they call them. A jew literary achieve­ ments of our more talented members. The honors given during the year. This is the literary department. �■M* m •• - is iV m. i �DELPHIC 27 Delphic Staff, 1927-1928 Editor-in-Chief . Literary Editor Assistant Literary Editor Old Girl Notes . Music and Entertainment Barbara Clarke, Marjory Holman Katherine Briggs, Esther Kaser Helen Adelsperger, Jeanne Knapp Athletics Louise Hoi ford, Betty McRobbie Exchanges .... Business Advertising Madelon Brodie Elisabeth Kaser, Emma Johnson Calendar Art Janet Wentworth Elizabeth Ann Johnson Barbara Jane Averill Jean Adix, Nancy Thompson . Maxine Bennett, Mary Helen Carr, Elizabeth Hawkins, Helen Kaufman �28 DELPHIC Editorials It is usually the concensus of opinion that when an editor is given rein to write one of those weighty and rather unreadable articles termed editorials, she must launch into a long sermon on the general betterment of the school and the individual. I, however, am not in favor of sermons of that kind, particularly the type attempted by very amateur editors. I am not able to discourse on how each and every one of us must help to uplift the school and maintain its principles, for I feel that I can with more propriety be preached to than preach of my own accord. Nor am I a Bolshevist throwing bombs at the established ideas of the readers of the Delphic. It is not my desire nor my place to do so, for I am merely a Senior of the Hall whom they call editor. This year I was told that I should have the privilege of seeing to it that another Delphic was presented to the school. Like many others on the staff, I felt a strange incompetency for the position and an ignorance of how to proceed in my task. In the months that followed there were times of discouragement. More than once we met the crisis that comes to every magazine staff—"No material, no finances." But gradually things adjusted themselves, and we came to enjoy our task. This year we followed the policy which the class of nineteen twenty-seven developed last year in making the magazine an annual. We remember it used to be a quarterly, then a semi-annual effort, and finally an annual. We hope that by having just the one issue we can make a connected record of the school year. We have put into it all our school activities—our Senior records, our athletic enterprises, a little poetry, some fiction, our achievements, our honors. For us, the Seniors, it is the last year at the Hall, and whether we go on to college or not, new interests and new activities will claim our attention, but of this year we want to have an accurate record which will keep it in our remembrance permanently. I know that it is not for one who is on the Delphic staff to commend the staff itself, but I think its members merit praise. They have worked individually, and they have co-operated in the hope of producing a Delphic which would reflect the true character of the school. It is for our readers to tell us whether or not we have succeeded. * * * Planning and discussing; blue prints; contracts. That was last year. This year we have it—the new building—and it was no air castle after all. The new building is not the wing which we hope to have in the future, but it is equally as satisfactory as any addition could be. The rooms inside are attractive, and outside we have a rock garden, arbors, and a lily pool with goldfish and a light house. Both in interior furnishing and exterior setting, the new building is delightful. �DELPHIC 29 Most of us remember the difficulties we encountered in former years entertaining in the cramped quarters of the main building. The unhappy seniors tried nobly to balance trays of tea-cups and cookies in the midst of the throng of guests—balanced sometimes with success and often with failure. But the faces of the seniors have now lost their strained expression as they go from group to group of guests gathered in the main room of the new building. And the guests themselves can converse with perfect case and calmness without danger of destruction from any source. This year the Operetta and the Senior Play were given with great success on the stage of the new building. Sometimes it does rain even in May or June, but this time Orlando was able to woo Rosalind without having in the back of his mind the fear that ' handsome satin doublet might be momentarily sprinkled by a sudden gust of rain if, between acts, he should be forced to leave the shelter of the gymnasium roof in a dash to the dressing rooms of the main building. The audience of admiring parents was not forced to hoist umbrellas nor feel the least concern for the health of their daughters shivering on the stage. It is indeed much, much better, and all the members of the Lower School who study there every day agree perfectly. * * Many people do not like to come face to face with frank commendation and praise, but the members of the staff of the Delphic wish in some way to thank those who have helped to make this publication possible. May we take the opportunity to do so here. There are many of them to thank, for the Delphic has been unusually fortunate this year in having excellent support. First, the Student Body, who have contributed finan­ cially and have filled the pages of the Literary Department. To certain members of the faculty goes credit for the contribution of such material things as type-writers, typing paper, and ink, besides their invaluable assistance and encouragement. To the publishers themselves we owe in great part the success of this issue. They have indeed been very generous with suggestions and help. And finally, the Advertisers—it is largely due to them that this publication has been made possible. May we help them as they have helped us. i �i / ; DELPHIC 30 i School Honors, 1927 In the American Chemical Prize Essay, the first prize of $20.00 in gold and a certificate of merit was won by: Harriet Mclsaac. i Her subject was "The Relation of Chemistry to the Apple Industry." The Medal and Certificate of Merit for the best essay on Patriotism, awarded by the National Society of Colonial Daughters, was won by: 3 s! Helen Stratton. Her subject was "The Unknown Soldier." Winners of the certificates of merit were: Saville Riley Dorothy Enos Anne Latourette Peggy Jones Catherine Dahm i The Lincoln Medal offered to a High School student by the Illinois Watch Company for the best essay on the life of Lincoln was won by a Senior: Lucile Bowman. Two prizes of three dollars each offered by the Portland Chamber of Commerce for the best essay on Fire Prevention were won by: Helen Hyde Harriet Arenz The Alumnae Pin is awarded to the Senior of High Scholarship who has actively contributed to the school life. This honor was given to Mary Malarkey Honorable Mention: Imogen Wentworth Geraldine Kirby The Scholarship Prize for the Senior year for the highest average of college board examination ratings was won by: Janet Wentworth The The The The ! ' 1 i Pittock Cup for French: Mary Malarkey. E. H. Meyer Cup for Mathematics: Janet Wentworth. Alumnae Cup for Latin: Mary Malarkey. Pittock Cup for English: Mary Elizabeth Wheeler. �DELPHIC 31 TESTIMONIALS The First Testimonials were awarded to pupils attaining an average for the year of: 90% 90% 95% 99% in in in in every study. attendance and punctuality, order, conduct. Geraldine Blodgett Lucile Bowman Elaine Hickman Mary Elizabeth Wheeler Emma Johnson Janet Wentworth Geraldine Kirby Mary Malarkey Helen Malarkey Marjorie Mautz Honorable mention was given for fulfilling the conditions of first testimonials except as to absence, when the absence was due to serious illness or late enrollment: Deborah Ball Margaret Price Madelon Brodie The Second Testimonials are awarded to pupils attaining an average for the year of: 85% in every study. 90% in attendance, order, and punctuality, 98% in conduct. Jane Boyer Jeanne Knapp Harriet Chase Sara Cannon Henry-Etta La Moree Dorothy McMillan Dorothy Livesley Elsa Boyer Mary Simmonds Elizabeth Zan Honorable mention was given to: Jane Cullers Mavis Hedberg Helen Gray Gatens Margaret Johnson Doris Wade ! �32 DELPHIC Elizabeth Barbara Manages Elizabeth Barbara had come to live with her cousin, Sidney Landrey, out of choice. She had walked around the family circle in a dignified fashion—stiff and odd in her black taffeta dress and her short, black socks. She had looked them all over, then she had chosen Sidney because behind the frigid mask of her face there had lurked a "smiley look." So few people had "smiley looks" in the Landrey family. Uncle Herbert had a "duty mouth" that looked as if someone had drawn it with a pencil in one straight line, and Great Aunt Louisa had eyes like gimlets that made small girls too conscious of cookie crumbs and untidy frocks. Next to Daddums, Sidney was the best, so 1 h/abeth Barbara chose her and went to live in the Bayview Apartments, which were at least two miles from the bay. Once away from the rest of the clan, Cousin Sidney donned her "smiley look and put some powder on her nose. She let Elizabeth Barbara wear red dresses and havecoffee for dinner once a week, and Elizabeth Barbara returned these favors with worship. But, now and then, Sidney lost all her sunshine when certain plain white envelopes arrived in an almost feminine handwriting. Elizabeth Barbara gathered that they were from a fourth cousin, a Gerald Adamson, who had given Sidney the diamond ring she wore on her left hand. She decided to find out about diamond rings and what they meant. It was useless to approach Sidney on the subject, however, so Elizabeth Barbara went to Michael. Michael and Elizabeth were pals, Ever since Michael had walked into the apartment so unceremoniously one night and had found Elizabeth Barbara in an unhappy heap on the floor, they had told each other things. It was easy to talk about Daddums to Michael, and Michael seemed to like to talk about Cousin Sidney to Elizabeth Barbara. So, one evening, when Michael dropped in from across the hall, and Cousin Sidney was making hot chocolate and sweet cakes in the kitchen, Elizabeth Barbara asked her question. "Michael," she said gravely, "what are diamond rings for, and why do they make people unhappy?” "Why, Betty Babs," Michael laughed, "what ever put such a question in your small head?” �DELPHIC 33 Elizabeth Barbara considered a minute. Michael's laugh was not a regular one, and his eyes were funny. I just wanted to know,” she answered. like it.” Cousin Sidney has one, and she doesn’t ' Elizabeth Barbara Landrey,” Michael cried, "are you positive?” Elizabeth Barbara regarded him scornfully. I ought to know,” she said. "She gets letters twice a week that go with the ring, and they always make her frown. Sometimes she cries.” Michael looked pleased. He took Elizabeth Barbara's small hands and started to say something, but just then Cousin Sidney came back into the room carrying a red tray and wearing a saucy little red apron. For two weeks after that, Elizabeth Barbara spent her evenings alone with the maid somewhere down the hall. On the maid’s nights out, Michael and Sidney condescended to stay home with her. Other times, they went off in Michael’s green roadster to a dance or a show. Elizabeth Barbara decided that she would be just like Cousin Sidney when she grew up—and work in the daytime in some big office and go out at night with a man like Michael. Then one day, Cousin Sidney received another letter, and, after she had read it, she sat for a long time staring out of the window. When Elizabeth Barbara went over to see what was the matter, she found tears in her eyes. "Cousin Sidney,” asked Elizabeth Barbara, "is it the diamond ring person again?” "Yes, honey.” "Well, please tell me what it means, your ring.” Sidney looked down at the ring on her finger. "It means,” she said slowly, "that I am promised to marry a certain man. see, Elizabeth Barbara, it is like a handcuif.” Do you "Oh,” cried Elizabeth Barbara, "but you can't marry anyone but Michael! Michael brought me home from school, today, and he told me that he would never marry any­ one but you.” Cousin Sidney began to cry. "Gerald will be here tomorrow night,” she sobbed. "At least, he thinks he will. He’s going to telephone me, but I was to go out with Michael. Oh, I do so much want to go with Michael.” �DELPHIC 34 "Give him back his old ring," said Elizabeth Barbara. "I can't, dear. I’ve promised, and a Landrey never breaks a promise. The family would never get over it." Elizabeth Barbara smiled to herself. She didn't like the Landreys—none of them except Sidney, and, of course, she had adored Daddums. "If he doesn’t call you before eight o’clock, will you go with Michael.' Elizabeth Barbara. "Y—yes- I will! asked I don’t care what he thinks.” Elizabeth Barbara heaved a sigh of relief and went into the kitchen to get cookie. A few minutes later, she went to pay Michael a call. "Now remember," she said on leaving, "if you don’t just make her say all right, tomorrow you’ll never have another chance. Don’t be scared, Michael; just say one for the money, two for the show, like taking castor oil." "A delightful comparison,” Michael answered with one of his boyish grins, and then he shook hands rather seriously. "Thank you, Betty Babs," he said. The next evening, Elizabeth Barbara studied her lessons composedly before the lire from seven o’clock until eight. At eight fifteen, she waved Michael and Sidney farewell from the doorway. At nine o’clock, she went serenely to bed and to sleep. Sidney did not get home until two o’clock. It took Michael and Sidney an extremely long time to tell each other good-night, since it was so late and they both had to work in the morning. At last she turned off the lamp and tiptoed down the hall. There was no need of quiet, however, for a sleepy, little figure clad in a brief, white nightgown met her halfway. Sidney knelt down and put her arms around Elizabeth Barbara. "Good heavens, darling," she whispered rather shakily, "why aren't you asleep?" "I want to know, Cousin Sidney," Elizabeth Barbara whispered back, "if you still have the diamond ring." "No— I haven’t," said Sidney, and squeezed Elizabeth Barbara’s hand. I have another one that’s— that’s nicer." Elizabeth Barbara gave a little wriggle of delight. to Cousin Sidney’s ear. "But— Then, she put her mouth close "Are telephone wires expensive to be fixed?" she queried anxiously. "I mean when they’ve been cut.” Myrtle McDaniel, ’28. �DELPHIC 35 The Art of Driving a Car It usd to be my firm belief that anyone who could drive an automobile was a person endowed by God with a special blessing—a sixth sense. A being so blessed did not have to learn to drive. He merely watched another for a moment, stepped into his place, and, utilizing this wondrous art which was his natural gift, managed the car with perfect ease and accuracy. He did not have to watch the road. He could easily converse at will with the other occupants of the car, because he was led by a super­ natural sense. No one ever need fear when riding in an automobile, because the driver was as dependable as the constellations. At one time, sad to relate, I was the lone unfortunate in the back seat when one of my friends, who had never driven a car before, decided she wanted to do so. She watched the present driver for a while and then changed places with him. As she did so. a wave of resentment swept over me. A sudden tightening of the muscles seized my whole body as I thought, "Has she the gift?’’ In a very few moments, my unspoken question was answered with actions. After a series of jolts—backward, forward, and sidewise—we started up the hill. However, we merely started, for suddenly we backed down again—directly toward the bay. When we stopped, with a great jerk, two feet away from that bottomless expanse of water, I decided very definitely that she was not one of the fortunates. Not until I myself attempted to drive, did I understand that the poor girl was merely going through what every beginner experiences. When I was forced to take the wheel of the car, I realized much to my disgust that I was not one of the chosen. How­ ever, my teacher kindly informed me that everyone goes through the same experience at first. To my dismay I found that in driving a car only practice makes perfect. I dis­ covered that a driver must keep his eyes and mind on the road and the car. Now, alas, in a car I no longer ride with that perfect ease and comfort which accompanied me formerly. Elizabeth Ann Johnson, ’28. i i i A Dinner Caroline had admired him, in pictures, for nearly two months, and now he was really coming to Seattle. He was only going to be there two days, but still she might have an opportunity to see him. If only her father would take her to the banquet, but she knew he wouldn’t, because mother wanted to go. Well, she would ask Uncle John; Aunt Margy probably didn’t want to go. A week later Caroline was sitting in a large dining room with several hundred other people. The orchestra started the national anthem, and he came into the room. All during dinner she sat looking at him. If she could only shake hands with him. But what was the use of thinking about it? It was out of the question. Still, she would ask Uncle John. And in his joking way he said, "We ll see.” Dinner was over. He came down the steps. People were crowding around him. She was standing in front of him. Uncle John gave her a nudge. She looked up at the tall young man in front of her and said, "Will you please shake hands with me?” "Why, of course,” he said. He was gone. People were crowding around her. She was too thrilled to move. She had shaken hands with Lindbergh. Jean Morrison, '29. �36 DELPHIC Little Pine Tree Little Pine Tree, growing high Toward the sky Where dwells thy God, Shooting upward from the sod, Pushing by Where many feet have stamped and trod; Tender branches, green and slim, The work of Him, Now your budding verdure raise In his praise The praise of God, Who, by his power drew you from the sod. Emma Wintler Johnson, '28. i i i The Blue Skies of Greece It is a pin- to disillusion those trusting and romantic souls who think of Greece in general and Athens in particular as a place where the sun shines brilliantly all the time and it never, never gets cold, but I feel that it is my duty to do so. I was one of those misguided people until I went there. I had looked forward to basking in the warm sun­ shine and thinking pityingly of my friends at home as 1 nibbled the famous Greek olives and feasted my eyes on the Parthenon. The morning that our boat arrived in the Piraeus, the port of Athens, a cold driz­ zling rain was falling. Although I was terribly disappointed, I told myself that, alter all, it had to rain once in a while everywhere, and probably it would clear up in the afternoon. Our guide met us when we got off the boat and escorted us to Athens. He assured us that this weather was an unusual and unheard-of thing. He continued to assure us the whole time we were there. We stayed in Athens ten days, and even7 day of the ten it rained. Of course 1 am used to rain, but the kind that falls in Greece is the coldest, wettest, most thoroughly disagreeable rain that I have ever experienced. Now and then the supply of water exhausted, apparently, and the rain ceased for a few minutes. At these infrequent mo­ ments we caught glimpses of the blue Attic sky, which our guide earnestly informed us was the bluest in the world. Maybe it was, but I didn’t care. The blue Attic sky only made the rain seem worse when it began again. There are many beautiful things to see in Athens, but most of them are out-ofdoors. and I am not enough of a lover of the beautiful to be able to appreciate it when J am drenched to the skin. The only things that I could really enjoy were those which could be seen in nice, warm, dry buildings. I would be ready to say that the sun never shines in Greece, if it had not come out the day we left. As we sailed away we could see the dazzling sunlight reflected from the white roofs of Athens in the distance. But what good did that do us? Barbara Clarke, ’2S. �1 DELPHIC 37 Just a Dog Dick is my little clog's name. He is just a mongrel, and the doctor, to whom we took our pet when he broke his leg, says that he is part Fox-terrier and part Spitz. If you will picture an all white, straight-haired fox-terrier, I will try to paint him to look like my dog. I will lengthen the short straight hair to a soft white coat about an inch and a half long and place a perfect black saddle in the middle of his back. As for the tail, that is a very short member and needs only to be made a coal black puff. The head is covered with very soft and velvety hair. His muzzle is gray. The big brown eyes are encircled with a pair of brown-rimmed glasses, which are held in the proper place by bows over each ear. The last bit to be altered is the top of the head, which is all black except for a "penny spot" in the middle. The almost forgotten ears are very black and fuzzy. Katherine Briggs, '28. i i i Donkeys One day, when mother and I were in Egypt, we decided to go to the city of Memphis, where there are some tombs of Egyptian kings. It was about twenty-five miles from Cairo, where we were staying. Upon inquiring, we found that it takes a whole day to get to Memphis and back because, although one travels the first twenty miles on the train, he must ride a donkey for the remaining five miles. We started out in the morning, mother wearing about the most inappropriate dress for donkey riding that could be imagined. We had left most of our clothes in our trunks in Paris, and mother had only two dresses that she could possibly wear without a coat. One of them was an old afternoon dress with fur trimmings, and the other, quite a good black satin suit. She insisted on wearing the one with fur trimmings, because she said she knew she would ruin the other if she wore it. When we arrived at the place where the donkeys awaited us, it took the guide, two men who accompanied us and carried the lunch baskets, and me at least ten minutes to get mother on her donkey. As we alighted several times on the journey to look at things and to have lunch, this process had to be repeated at least six times. Finally we started and, when mother had recovered from her fear of falling off enough to take an interest in other things, she asked one of the lunch basket men, who was walking beside her, what the names of our donkeys were. He asked if we were Americans, and when she had told him, he said that her donkey was named Yankee Doodle and mine Jack Dempsey. I wonder what they would have been if we were English? In due course we arrived at Memphis. After having gone into several subterranean tombs and eaten our lunch, we started back. On our return journey we met several groups of people riding donkeys. Jack Dempsey and the guide's donkey invariably greeted their brother and sister donkeys by raising their heads and making loud and raucous noises. Yankee Doodle never made a sound and trotted along as quietly as he could. He was trying not to attract attention to the dress that mother had on! B. Clarke, '28. �I f ; DELPHIC The Tragedy of Being an April Fool Baby For some unknown reason my entrance into this world was not heralded with , , much enthusiasm maybe because I was an April Fool baby from the start. Instead of living up to my parents’ expectations and being little John Jay Jr., I turned out to be merely Mildred. This was rather a blow to the family, but they tried to make the best of it. At first Dad thought that I was a nuisance because, with one member of my sex already in the family, he was getting rather tired of fussy little girls who had to have their way all the time. One day, though, my nurse dropped me, so from then on I was treated like a princess. When April Fool’s Day came in my fourth year, my mother let me have my first birthday party. I asked a whole lot of little girls so I’d be sure to receive a lot of presents. Alas, to my great surprise, most of my presents were empty boxes with papers in them saying, "April Fool." To comfort me Mother and Dad gave me a little ring, which I swallowed two days after my birthday. When I grew to be six years old and had the thrill of going to school, all the little boys used to tease me, saying, "Ha! Ha! You’re an April Fool," and treat me with huge boxes of candy which were in reality only chocolate covered onions and papers. Although I am a little older now, I can still look back and think of all the tragedies of being an April Fool Baby. Mildrfd Roberts, ’29. i i i A Speaker of Importance "Ladeez and gentlemun!" The speaker made a dramatic pause, and the audience, tense with interest, sat fairly on the edge of their seats in their eagerness to hear his next words. But the stillness was broken, for a soprano voice spoke from one of the front seats, "Mr. Speaker, maybe you ve forgotten that this is a stag party.” The speaker was v isibly embarrassed, but he gathered his forces together and began once more: Gentlemun! When I look upon your shining faces—” f i m Again the stillness was broken. "Quick, Beth, your compact, please." But the speaker seemed oblivious to the remark and continued: "My friends, it is with great pleasure that I am here today to-to—now let me see—to speak— ", 35 W A member of the audience, who seemed to be of more importance than the others, now put in a word: 'Mr. Speaker, it will be all right to leave that part out. You may proceed to the next.” ’ m Mi m §si iV; Hereupon the pompous orator seemed to lose his dignity entirely. He began to blush and to smile and then to laugh, and with him the entire audience laughed too, including the more important member in the rear of the room. . i "My friends, I thank you,” stammered the would-be orator. A;.« VA "You may take your seat and come in seventh period,” remarked the more important member in the rear of the room. And it was only the fourth year English class practicing oral recitations, after all. Janet Wentworth, ’28. I 1 S\ �DELPHIC 39 The Charm Gaily I ran through the forest—cracking the twigs under my feet—snatching at beams of sunlight trying to bar my way. I was too happy—too young to stop. Yellow and red leaves fell before me as I ran. I heard a soft caressing laugh—surely the laugh of a fairy. I tiptoed up to a big tree, I could peek just once. There in a fairy ring were six elves dancing and playing. I wanted to play with them. I quietly watched them—jealous of their fun and pouting just a little. A butterfly fluttered beside me. I turned to run after it. It all had vanished and the scene before me. It was winter—I was old again. The blind man had ceased playing his violin. Nancy Thompson, ’28. i i i Night The clock had just struck twelve. The moonlight streamed in through the open window and flooded a corner of the room. A jumble of pillows was revealed. There were pillows of all descriptions: pillows of gaily colored ostrich feathers, pillows of organdy ruffles, and pillows of lace. Around them a faint perfume seemed to cling and play on the clear night air. Annie, don’t you want to come over here in this pool of moonlight? It is most glorious.” "But, Richard, I'm very much afraid. If our mistress should awaken, it would mean the end of all our happiness.” "Oh, Annie, dear, come quickly. Our mistress is sound asleep, and I have so many things to tell you.” Annie looked especially beautiful tonight. Her dress was the bluest of blues—but no bluer than her eyes—and it was just short enough to show her dainty silver slippers when she walked. "Richard, this moonlight is lovely. It is just like having day in one spot and night all around it. You can jump from one into the other. Come with me and let us run through them.” "Annie, won’t you stop playing for just a minute? We have only a few short hours, and it has been so long since I have had you alone. Don’t you want to listen to me, darling?” "Of course I want to listen to you, you silly boy. But can’t you come and play with me for a minute first? It is such a lovely night to play,” begged Annie as she ran over to muss his hair. It was lovely hair to muss, so black and shiny, and it was always neatly combed. "Now I have you,” laughed Richard, "and I will hold you in my arms and smother you with kisses until you promise to sit still and listen to me.” "Oh, Richard, such a terrible threat,” Annie answered, her twinkling blue eyes betraying her true thoughts. "How could you be so cruel?” "It is you who are cruel,” said Richard. "Sometimes I doubt that you love me, when you tease and are so sarcastic. Forgive me for saying the things I did. I didn’t mean them.” "Forgiven, Richard—always when you want to be. And a kiss because you are so sweet.” The hours passed quickly as happy hours always do, and when the cock announced the break of day in his bold, intrusive manner, there was a mad scramble as the dolls of their mistress’ boudoir scurried back to their places. Nancy Thompson, ’28. �■i P;i 11 40 ! Scenes About School •> Janet Wentworth calling a Delphic meeting. Jean Adix and Helen Kaufman. Madge Mason looking for Mare. A few freshmen. Miss Stevens and some algebra students. Mid and her violin. Mare talking to the seniors. Beth Ann and a copy of As Yon Like It. Emma Johnson thinking. Vast heaps of seniors. Marjory Holman looking bored. The deficiency list. Betty McRobbie registering sweetness. Ritzie playing with her hair. Vee and her appealing gl ances. Our eleven-thirty dancing cl ass. A copy of Burke’s Conciliation. A dignified senior with the giggles. 1 ; i ' ■ ' ; Nancy Thompson, ’28. i A- B J ■ / HI !£v DELPHIC w ■ m m m iM , (ii . : i \ ft N �’p. ■ - ■ M 1 r:. - [Oi =: '• '■ ' i g ;r F- . i N i. - .8--. School spirit and good sportsmanship—the two most important qualities in any ath­ letics. It is our hope that the girls who have represented the school in all interscholastic competitions have been true exponents of those qualities. �DELPHIC 42 r.-HSJR First School Team B. Butler J. Knapp . J. Smith, E. Hawkins S. Cannon, H. Adelsperger (Captain) Center Side Center Forwards . Guards . Second School Team Center Side Center . Forwards . Guards . Seniors K. James . D. Insley, J. Wentworth . G. Nelson, N. Nevins, S. Reed . M. Denton, E. V. Kaser, V. E. Kaser, H. Malarkey Class Teams J. Knapp E. Kaser, J. Wentworth E. Hawkins, B. J. Averill . H. Adelsperger, E, Kaser (Captain) C. . F. G. . . s. c. . Sophomores C. . B. Butler (Captain) D. Insley ...... S. C. F. . N. Nevins, S. Reed, J. Smith M. Denton, H. Malarkey, E. Sheeley . G. . Juniors K. James . A. Geddes V. Insley, M. Roberts (Captain) . S. Cannon, D. Lichty freshmen ....................................... D. James K. Dant P. Cullers, G. Nelson (Captain) J. Loomis, H. Stratton �! DELPHIC 43 Tennis The rainy season was a great handicap to the playing of our tennis tournament this year, and the finals will be played much later than usual. There were sixty-four entries for the senior singles, thirty-four for the junior singles, and sixteen for the beginners. Some very good games were played in running off the tournament. Some of the players were so evenly matched that no one could foretell the results. In one section of the quarter finals, Elisabeth Kaser and Josephine Smith played hard for first place. The former won in a three-set tournament. In another section Sally Cannon was victorious, and Mary Helen Carr was runner-up. Sally Reed and Helen Adelsperger competed in the third division of the quarter finals, and Sally's steady playing won for her. Jane Dutton was defeated by Elizabeth Hawkins, also in the quarter finals, and this left two very interesting matches for the semi-finals. Josephine Smith and Sally Cannon played a splendid two-set game, the latter winning. Sally Reed and Elizabeth Hawkins played an exciting match, which was finally won by Elizabeth. By this process of elimination the same two who played in the finals last year will play again for championship some time in May. The junior tournament was quite exciting. Betty Butler and Jane Grahamc played the semi-finals, and Jane won. Janice Hedges defeated Genevieve Woodard, and then, by defeating Jane, won the Junior Cup, which was given by Josephine Smith and Mildred Roberts. The beginners' tournament was won by Betty Holman. She played an unusually good game for her first season. The "Days" doubles, made up of Sally Cannon and Elizabeth Hawkins, defeated the Boarders doubles—Josephine Smith and Virginia Holland. In this game, as in all the others, the battle was hard fought, and much work and perseverance were shown. �44 DELPHIC Basket Ball COACH IMPRESSIONS Helen Adelsperger—Captain, Guard. "Ritzie,” this year's captain, and guard for the last three years, deserves much credit for her splendid work. She has played a year more than any other player. We regret that this is her last. Jeanne Knapp—Center and Side Center. Her speed and jumping ability in our games have shown us why she has held first place in the high jump at the Multnomah Athletic Club for several years. We are sorry that this is her senior year. Sally Cannon—Guard. Sally, our tennis champion, is a much-feared guard. When the ball comes in her division, she always gets it. We are glad she will be with us next year. Elizabeth Hawkins—Forward. ''Bets,” also a senior, has been an important part of the scoring element. Her work in shooting unusual baskets and in tiring her guard have been much admired. Josephine Smith—Forward. "Jo” and "Bets” have worked out a number of passes which have been most effective. "Jo’s” shots from under the basket have won many points for us. Betty Butler—Center. Betty has made a formidable center. Her height, combined with good coordination, make her a center to be reckoned with. Sally Reed—Forward. In Sally we find that "Good goods come in small packages.” She is alert, swift, and sure. Her way of darting under the arms of her guard and shooting baskets is noticeable. Nancy Nevins—Forward. "Here, there, and everywhere” that the ball may be, we find Nancy. Always ready for a quick pass to Sally or a shot for the basket. Helen Malarkey—Guard. Though not very large, "Cherub” was ever a surprise to the forwards she guarded because of her speed and alertness. Dorothy Insley—Side Center. "Dot I.” possesses both accuracy and perseverance. If one looks for the ball in a game, she will find "Dot I.” in that vicinity. Janet Wentworth—Side Center. Janet is an all around good player, dependable and steady. We shall miss her next year. Grace Nelson—Forward. Grace, though a Freshman, has won a place on the school team. Her ease in shoot­ ing baskets and her accuracy predict a successful future. Marion Denton—Guard. Marion has a way of getting the ball just as the forward reaches it. This means a toss-up, which usually results in Marion’s favor. Katherin James—Center. Katherin’s first year on the team. She will give our first team center some hard competition next year. Mildred Roberts—Forward. "Mid” certainly can get the ball in a hurry when it is in her division. She has possibilities for an excellent forward for next year. Elisabeth and Esther Kaser. The Twins were not only full of pep when leading our yells but also good substi tutes in the game. Nan Adams Knapp, Coach. I s i �A CALttlOanJ Days of study and work and days of recreation—teas, dances, games, entertainments. It has been a colorful, enjoy­ able year—one which we shall all long remember. I �DEL PH IC 45 Calendar September 6. The "day dodgers" register. Most of the boarders have arrived. We bid good-bye to joyous vacation days. September 7. Classes begin today. We are all here, old girls and new, ready and waiting to uphold the ideals for which the Hall stands. In between classes we find out what a "wonderful' time everyone had during the summer. September 14. Everyone goes to hear Lindbergh speak at the Sta­ dium. All the girls are in ecstasy. They have seen "Lindy" in person. October 4. The Old Girl-New Girl dance at B’nai B’rith Hall. The initiation is a success! We didn’t know Hall girls liked doughnuts so well! October 5. Poor boarders! They missed their sleep last night. Ritzie and others attend classes in a daze. October 12. Assembly. A fireman from the Portland Fire Department gives us a talk on Fire Prevention. He does an unheard-of thing—causes the students to think. Essay prizes are awarded to Harriet Arenz and Helen Hyde. October 14. Another assembly. Major Cross, the noted British lecturer and explorer, gives us an interesting talk illustrated with lantern slides. Now we know that strawberries will keep that school-girl complexion, and that squirrel coats may be purchased for S3.75. October 19We need discipline. The Student Government is formed. Woe to the unlucky girl who exhibits silk stockings, non-regulation dresses, and poor conduct. October 21. We are entertained by the Alumnae. It is indeed a novel feeling. Piano and vocal solos are enjoyed by the students and a few visitors. October 23. Reverend and Mrs. Townsend of Cuba visit our chapel at Evensong. October 29. Excitement prevails. Is everybody ready? boarders’ first dance of the year. It is the �DELPHIC November 3. The Faculty Tea is held in our new building. The only mishaps of the afternoon are such incidents as gen­ erally mixing names. Mildred Roberts entertained us with two violin numbers, and Nancy Thompson sang wo selections. November 7. Student Government summons offenders. We all re­ solve to reform. November 10. Reports. And we thought we studied enough to get an "A.” November 11. Armistice Day! week-ends. All boarders are enjoying special November 14. Lord Archibald Flower, Mayor of Stratford-on-Avon, gives us a splendid talk on Shakespeare. November 17. Community Chest workers make a touching appeal for aid. Sister Superior's sug­ gestion that we help the Chest for our Thanksgiving charity work is eagerly accepted. November 22. Our money for the Chest is counted. The Freshmen have given the most. November 23. Thanksgiving vacation! Need we say more? November 28. Blue Monday. Why can't we settle down to work? How we envy those people who can concentrate! December 12. Helen Adelsperger, better known as Ritzie,” is unanimously elected captain of the basket ball team. December 13. The peppy Kaser twins are elected yell leaders. We expect to see a rise in school spirit. December 14. A long anticipated day. The boarders present their Christmas Cantata, and many day pupils spend the night at school. If boarding were always such fun, there would be no day students at all. December 15. Victory is sweet! We defeat the Academy of the Holy Child 65-1 in the first basket ball game of the season. �DELPHIC 47 December 16. Christmas vacation. Almost three weeks of play before us. The boarding department looks as if a cyclone had swept through it. January 4. School begins once more. We find that Santa Claus donated many leather jackets. January 12. A candy sale to raise money for the Delphic. result, of course, is highly satisfactory. The January 20. Reports. Enough said! January 23. Exams begin, and we lose no time in discovering how little we know. February 3. The Lower School presents Pierrot el les Korrigaits, a French play taken from the folk lore of Brittany. Mile. Cocaine directed it, and it is indeed well done. February 7. Mr. Jones of the Boychuk-Jones Studio shows us exquisite colored lantern slides of the Valley of Ten Thousand Smokes. February 18. Our only basket ball defeat of the year. Mt. Angel Academy plays a hard, fast game of ball and carries away the laurels with a score of 26-13. Where were the Hall rooters? February 22. We celebrate Washington's Birthday with appropriate exercises. Someone tries to tell us that Washington linin't cut down the cherry tree. The Sophomores, by winning the class game, prove their superiority over the Freshmen. February 23The Seniors follow suit by defeating the Juniors 18-14. February 24. Mrs. Reinhart, President of Mills College, gives us an inspiring talk on American Girlhood. February 28. The Hall wins over Reed College in basket ball 28-14. The yell leaders instill pep in everyone. March 6. The closest and most exciting game of the year is played between the Seniors and Sophomores. The Sen­ iors are victorious with a score of 26-24. �48 DELPHIC March 9This time the Academy of the Holy Child is defeated at the Hall with a score of 68-6. The Academy girls are certainly good sports. March 13. i ii Miss Foulkes delivers an interesting lecture illus­ trated with selections on the piano, upon the opera, The Snow Maiden. The opera will soon be given in Port­ land, and the girls are planning to see it. March 16-20. Our spring vacation. The first touch of real spring weather, and such a good time as we had1 March 20. Try-outs for the Senior plan. The class has decided to tty to be Shakesperian actors and present As Yon Like It this year. April 4. Confirmation at a lovely service in the chapel. Eight Hall girls are confirmed by Bishop Sumner. April 6. Good Friday. The boarders have services in the chapel. April 8. Easter Sunday. Early services in the chapel and, following breakfast, the Easier egg hunt. April 12. Sister Superior sends the boarders to see the Bess Whitcomb players in Bernard Shaw’s You Never Can Tell. May 2. The Glee Club presents its annual operetta. It is The Persian Princess this year, with Marie Bernard in the title role, supported by a large chorus. May 10. Several of our more gifted members present a de­ lightful musical in the new building. May 17. The Alumnae entertain the graduating class at tea. The mighty twenty-nine are informed that they are now members of the Alumnae Association of St. Helen’s Hall. What a strange sensation it is! �DELPHIC 49 June 2. The Lower School presents a charming entertainment for the student body and friends. The cast of the senior play is universally envious of the talent and poise which they display. They are playing "Home Sweet Home.’ It is the June Prom, the last dance at the Hall for twenty-nine of us! June 3. Our Baccalaureate Sunday! It means so much to us that even the undergraduates grasp the feeling that prevails. Bishop Sumner delivers his Baccalaureate Ser­ mon to the graduates at St. Stephens. Afterwards, the seniors serve the graduates at luncheon at school. And finally, the class picture is unveiled with appropriate ceremonies, and the Del[>hies are distributed. It is in­ deed one of the happiest days of the year. June 4. As Yon Like It presented by the senior class. Our new building makes possible an evening performance. The last day at the Hall! The Bishop celebrates the Holy Communion in our Chapel, followed by breakfast in the dining room. The senior breakfasts with Bishop Sumner presiding are always a memorable event, and ours is no exception. Later everyone meets at Trinity for our final Commencement practice. At seven o'clock in the evening the early arrivals are at the Parish House. The procession starts at eight-thirty, and as we march up the long aisle, singing the well-learned anthem, "Ancient of Days," it is hard to keep back a sob from one’s throat. After the presentation of the diplomas, the Bishop's talk, and our school song, we march slowly out, full-fledged graduates of the Hall, each bearing in her heart the hope that she may prove worthy of the diploma she carries. �50 DELPHIC The Old-Girl-New-Girl Party The Old-Girl-New-Girl Party was celebrated at the B’nai B’rith Hall this year, and was it a success? Yea, verily. As each old girl had as partner a new student or a teacher, every one felt as if she "belonged." At eight o’clock we had the grand march. According to custom, the Sisters and several of the teachers judged the costumes. Two boarders, Laura Ellen McKallip and Betty Jane Collins, carried off first honors by their clever portrayal of Spark Plug " Katherine Briggs, dressed as a vegetable vender, and Dorothy Rogers in the style of the "Gay Nineties" took second and third prizes. Our clever committee introduced several new stunts. We congratulate the new girls on the way they cooperated in the initiation. They have that elusive thing. School Spirit, and we welcome them to St. Helen’s Hall. The Boarders’ Dance The boarders made merry at their first dance, October 29th. The school hall was decorated with ferns and evergreens, while softly shaded lights completed the picture. Can you imagine a glorious night, a heavenly moon, a smooth floor, and incomparable music? If so, in your mind's eye, you can see our dance. We had moonlight waltzes too. Frank Walsh featured with his "slow drag" and showed us just how it should be done. Late in the evening we enjoyed coffee, cake, and sandwiches. We were fortunate in having such obliging patronesses as Mrs. Barnard, Miss Stevens, and Mrs. Deane. The Senior Prom On the 4th of February, 1928, the Senior Class successfully established a new precedent. Hall Seniors have given dances for many years but never before had one been a Formal. Nineteen-twenty-eight carried out the tradition of doing everything a little better than it had been done before. Our patrons and patronesses were Bishop and Mrs. Sumner, Mr. and Mrs. L. J. Wentworth, Mr. and Mrs. L. H. Holman, Mr. and Mrs. J. A. Malarkey, Mr. and Mrs. H. V. Carpenter, and Mr. and Mrs. L. S. Martin. Eager, excited girls with their escorts began arriving at eight-thirty. Everyone was anxious to make a success of our dance; pep and enthusiasm were not lacking. We danced until ten-thirty, and then Bishop Sumner told us of some charades in the dining hall, but immediately after the grand march, when we had crossed to the main building, instead of charades, Sister Superior had a delicious supper for us. Back at the hall, all too soon twelve o’clock came, and although the last dance was encored again and again, our Prom was over. Only the memory of the best Hall dance remained, but that memory will last for some time. Sister Superior and our other Sisters deserve the thanks of ever}' Senior, because it is due to them that our dance was such a glorious success. - �sgr.;; {a // U« it : /; :: $/ Mil HU H : :. :i ijLJi if ’Li sj U ULi-. mm I-O-D- (WrJll v2r'- i. . ' To all corners of the globe we look for the girls of for­ mer classes. If we have not mentioned all of them in these few pages, it is not because we have forgotten them. They are still with us in memory, even though they are not pres­ ent in our class rooms. ■ m - ��If DELPHIC 51 Old Girl Notes ’15 The small daughter of Mrs. Harold Dekum Gill (Amy Robinson) entered the Lower School this fall. Mrs. Gill is very active in Junior League work. ’19 Mrs. Harry Clair Jr. (Mary Helen Spaulding), who resides in Ridgefield, Wash­ ington, makes frequent visits to the city. 20 , £ Elizabeth Kelly is a frequent visitor to Portland from her home in Hood River. Virginia Thatcher was married to Edward Thompson of Pendleton the first of Sep­ tember. They are now making their home in Astoria. ’21 Mrs. James Pitman Ramsey (Janet House) often comes to visit her parents in Portland from her home in Bremerton, Washington. Mrs. Douglas Nical (Eveline Thatcher) has a baby daughter, born the middle of December. Mrs. Alfred Newman (Thyra St. Clair), who has been living in Shanghai for some time, visited in Portland recently. '22 Mrs. Frederick Alva Jacobs, Jr. (Marion Farrell) has a baby son, Frederick Alva Jacobs III. Mrs. Jacobs has been very active in amateur dramatics and Junior League work. Mrs. Donald Drake (Janet Griffith) has a second son, Franklin Griffith Drake, born in March. Virginia Edwards has announced her engagement to Mr. Herbert R. Earle, Jr., of Detroit. The wedding will take place very soon in Boston. Phillippa Sherman has been married to Mr. Jack Seabrook and is living in Portland. Both Mr. and Mrs. Seabrook attended the University of Oregon. Frances Spaulding attended the Junior League Convention in California in the early spring. :•- r£ 2! m,: mi m. -,Z �52 DELPHIC ’23 Hazelmary Price is planning to go abroad the middle of June to be gone until September. Margaret Spencer has been traveling in the south for a short time. Mrs. Richard Gill Montgomery (Dorothy Haradon) has a small son born in the fall. Lillian Luders, after being graduated from the University of Oregon in January of this year, took a business course in Portland. Bess Allen has been very successful with her music and now has large classes of young pianists. Florence Niles, since being graduated from the University of California, has been in the Advertising Department of the Journal in Portland. Mrs. Churchill Ettinger (Elizabeth Edwards) has been very successful in art. of her drawings have appeared in Eastern magazines. Many Gertrude Ireland has announced her engagement to Mr. Edwin Mott, Jr., of St, Paul, Minnesota. They will be married in June and are planning to live in Olympia, Washington. ’24 Irene Brix is teaching kindergarten at the Hall this year. Virginia Fenton is making an extended visit in the East. Katherine Hart is planning a trip to Europe early in June. She will probably be gone until September. ’25 Mrs. Jack Crandell Watson (Beverly Roberts) is now residing in Portland. Catherine Martin and her mother left in February for an extended trip abroad. Evelyn Meyer, who is attending Wellesley this year, spent the spring vacation in Burmuda. Celeste Proctor is attending Smith College. Lillian Bennett, who is traveling with the Chicago Civic Opera, was a visitor at the Hall when the company was playing in Portland. The wedding of Dorothy Statter to Mr. Waldon Byers of Pendleton took place in March. They are planning to make their home in Pendleton. Marian Statter, ’26, was her sister’s maid of honor, and Mayanna Sargent, ’25, was one of her bridesmaids. Analene Cohen was a recent visitor at the Hall. She is attending the University of Washington this year. �DELPHIC ■ ' 53 ’2 6 Phyllis Henningsen and her sister Ardeane left recently for China, where they will spend about two years in Shanghai at the home of their sister, Mrs. Severin Harkson (Doris Henningson, ’20). May Belle Allen, Catherine Van Schuyver, and Elizabeth St. Clair are attending die University of Oregon this year. Mary Mildred Reynolds, Elizabeth Martin, and Eleanor Poorman, who are attending the University of Oregon, visited the Hall during the spring vacation. Nancy Chipman and Helen Abbott are at Reed College. Helen Hembree has substituted at various times this year for us. Katherine Moore was recently married to Mr. Novert Jaurman. 27 Margaret Johnson is attending the University of Washington this year. Elaine Hickman, Dorothy Livesley, Elizabeth Zan, and Mary Louise Zan are at­ tending Mills College. Serena Morrison is studying at the San Francisco Art Institution. Dorothy Dunham, who has been at her home in Klamath Falls this year, visited the Hall recently. Geraldine Dye, Jane Cullers, Margaret Price, Lucile Bowman, Geraldine Blodgett, Esther Scarborough, Helengray Gatens, and Juanita Wilkinson are attending the Uni­ versity of Oregon. Helen Love is now employed in her father’s office in Bend, Oregon. Deborah Ball, Harriet Chase, and Jane Boyer are attending Reed College this year. Chauncey Devereaux, who is also attending Reed College, spent several weeks in Honolulu at Christmas time. Virginia Leadbetter is attending the Cornish School in Seattle. Mary Malarkey, who attended the University of Oregon this winter, has been spend­ ing several months in California with her family. Mary Alice Meyer is at Miss Ransom’s School in California. Jean Rosenblatt returned during the fall from an extended trip abroad. Mavis Hedberg was married to Mr. Harry L. Newton early last fall. Imogen Wentworth is attending the University of California. Mary Elizabeth Wheeler is at Miss Master’s School, Dobb’s Ferry, New York. spent the Christmas holidays in Portland with her family. Jane Ladd announced her engagement to Mr. Earl G. Tormey in April. ding will take place in June. The wed­ Geraldine Kirby and Doris Wade are attending business college in Portland. Rosamond Strieker is studying at the Portland Art School. She ■■ - ■ • �54 DELPHIC The Delphic wishes to acknowledge the following exchanges: "Rennselaer Polytechnic”—Rennselaer Polytechnic, Troy, New York. "Re-Wa-Ne”—Reno High School, Reno, Nevada. "Argos”—King Edward High School, Vancouver, B. C. "Kodak”—Kemper Hall, Kenosha, Wisconsin. "Jabberwok”—Girls’ Latin School, Boston, Massachusetts. "Columbiad”—Columbia College, Portland, Oregon. "Croftonian”—Crofton House, Vancouver, B. C. "Garrulous Pine”—Miss Catlin’s School, Portland, Oregon. "Academia”—St. Mary’s Academy, Portland, Oregon. "Lewis and Clarke Journal”—Lewis and Clarke High School, Spokane, Washington. "The Sally Port”—St. Mary’s School, Peekskill, New York. "Columbiad”—Columbia College, Portland, Oregon. Your stories are very original, and the section on athletics is well developed. We particularly enjoyed your Christmas number. "Academia”—St. Mary’s Academy, Portland, Oregon. Your poetry department is strikingly good. Perhaps a few more snap-shots would add to the interest of your magazine. "Re-Wa-Ne”—Reno High School, Reno, Nevada. One of the most interesting school magazines we have seen so far. Your illustra­ tions and athletic notes are unusually good. Your "Diary” is very interesting, and your stories are good. Your student body must be extremely active. "The Sally Port”—St. Mary’s School, Peekskill, New York. Among your stories we particularly enjoyed "The Quest” and "The Legend of the Bell Tower.” The poem, "The Ode to the Sun,” was very well written. We hope to receive your magazine again. �i ■ DELPH IC 55 mm U Us • ' ' r - •« ; V :fe •' : Tf Motto Never let your studies interfere with your education \ Teacher— What part of the problem couldn’t you get?” K. D.—"The answer.” * * * Teacher—"What were some of the queer things that Samuel Johnson did? M. Bennett—“Well, he married.” * * * Teacher in Virgil class—"Please scan these lines, girls, and when you finish you should have six feet.” * * * Teacher—"Please pass out quietly, girls.” * * * Teacher—"Who was the great reformer responsible for the separation of Church and State in Colonial days?” Bright Student—"Will Rogers.” * * * B. H. (in chemistry)—"Listen to that stuff smell.” * * * Teacher—"Helen, compare the ways of living in Colonial times with modern times.” Helen—"Well, they were civilized.” �56 DELPHIC 66 / I EARS have a Way of erasing the past from, the memory of man. Today We laugh and * live and remember. Tomorrow We laugh and live and forget. Memories of those days long since past are treasured. Through your memory booh The Delphic, you can laugh and live and remember, Modern portraiture is an art truly interpretive of character•— commemorative of personality. You are cordially invited to see our studio exhibit of portraits, natural color photography and other special Work. Photographers for the SENIOR CLASS of 1928 TERMINAL BUILDING * SIXTH AND SALMON * J. W.—"How often does Harpers Monthly come out?" F. S.—"Once a month, of course. The title tells you.” J. W.—"Well, how about the Century Magazine?” * * * Teacher—"Give me an illustration of a balanced sentence.” J. Morrison—"My father is fat, but your father is thin.” K. Dant—"Huh! They wouldn’t balance.” East 9013 BELL & CO., Inc. Wholesale Fruits and Produce EAST ALDER at THIRD STREET ■ ATWATER 5323 �DELPHIC l F. L. FREEBERG Grocer 57 The Store That Undersells Because It Sells For Cash ■ Roberts Bros. 405 MONTGOMERY STREET "32. . *• ■"£ ; • - —- Beacon 8818 . THIRD AT MORRISON STREET - fee j. T Teacher—"What kind of schools did they have in the Middle Ages?” Ritzie—"Knight schools.” * * * "There are many exciting dates that never get into history.” * * * Mildred— Roommate, I love you so much I’d even give you the shirt off my back.” Esther—"Yes, ’cause it’s mine.” There's No Chum / / like your own CHUMLEY — when it comes to buying your favorite frock, coat and sports-wear — is there! CHUMLEY Fashions Exclusive at WVio's 309 Morrison Street i uout \vosVerl f Postofficc Opposite CLARKE BROS. Florists Fine Cut Flowers for All Occasions 287 MORRISON STREET - A.—"I think the front row in English IV is Scotch.” : A.—"It can’t even pay attention.” ■ For Novelty Jeivelry i / SEE ME : THE BUSH PHARMACY Corner Eleventh and Montgomery Sts. If 1/ Is New, Wc Have 11 PHONE—BEACON 6726 N. SOLOMON Try Our Chocolate Malted Milk 169 Broadway : : v fife ‘ : -'re-T B.—"Why so?” Pantages Theatre Building Portland, Oregon . �* i'­ ll DELPHIC 5S 1 ' Style Center of the Northwest 3|ggu&f5 •^§8SBi!8.aK ru wwii ;;;r *• j ■j Portlands Own Store” i ; ! Teacher For what was Grub street in London famous?” Emma—"Its restaurants.” * * * FOR CHEMISTRY STUDENTS ONLY Teacher-'Carbon tetrachloride is used like gasoline to dissolve fats." J. Hedges— Oh, a reducing agent.” * h0rsebadc"rider/' *“ ^ * * 2 dMe for the B°^s' ; he’s a marvelous j i I w. r. McDonald company inc. GENERAL INSURANCE AND SURETY BONDS Phone—Beacon 4184 921-924 Yeon Building PORTLAND, OREGON All losses adjusted and claims paid direct from our office We will be glad to give you advice whether we carry your riskon any Insurance or not �i D 12 L P H I C 59 SipmanrWof|e Co. cLMerchandise of o'Merit Only” Compliments of BROWN - BATES Fountain Lunches Sundries / / C. G. APPLEGATH Drugs Stationery CURTAINS AND DRAPERIES Established 1870 "Everything for Your Windows” EXCLUSIVE FURRIER The Curtain Store, Inc. Portland. Oregon Beacon 6516 173 Park Street Portland’s Oldest Fur House 129 TENTH STREET i i BROADWAY 454S �DELPHIC 60 “One of America's Exceptional Business Colleges “ There is no Substitute for CHAS. F. WALKER PRESIDENT —hence ‘Northwestern’ Superiority Our Latest Book Move Your Future Forward FREE Upon Request NORTHWESTERN ==\^'SchoofofCoinmerce fj) i 341 SALMON, AT BROADWAY PORTLAND, OREGON Xf The long bob is the predominating favorite of the moment —it is noticable— more femine with the back edge in curls. 100 UNGAR BUILDING Phone Beacon 3355 m Oi Conservative Custodian JIBERNlfeM �= 61 DELPHIC Hazelwood Pastries, Candies and Ice Creams ara recognized everywhere as being the finest you can offer your guests! They’re unsurpassed anywhere for Variety, Quality and Goodness! Use Burt Olney ...... .- - •-•-5 Brand PHONE—TRINITY 1294 Fancy New York Free Delivery -<-K BROADWAY & EAST SIDE Hazel woods Canned Vegetables 1 r- S Confectioneries and Restaurants E. Broadway & Wheeler 127 Broadway Forty-first and Sandy The Perfect Senior WE AIM TO PLEASE Hair . . . Jean Adix. Complexion . . . Betty McRobbie. Eyes . . . Katherine Briggs. Eye-lashes . . . Esther Kaser. Nose . . . Virginia Holland. Mouth . . . Nancy Thompson. Teeth . . . Dorothy Rogers. Dimples . . . Helen Kaufman. Hands . . . Barbara Clarke. Compliments of .. . DAN E. BOWMAN’S MOYER CLOTHING COMPANY THIRD AND OAK STREETS r’ .... , . - ^ :: •A 'v. m2 : ~ m I �62 DELPHIC ion Qifts A FRAGRANT Cedar Chest that can ^ be obtained Walnut or Mahogany Veneers, a Boudoir Clock, or many other novelties of which there is a wonderful dis­ play on our Gift Balcony. .-*■ HI r :i HENRY JENNING & SONS Washington Street at Fifth Feet . . . Marjory Holman. Figure . . . Elizabeth Ann Johnson. Brains . . . Emma Johnson. Artistic Ability . . . Barbara Jane Averill. Literary Ability . . . Myrtle McDaniel. Athletic Ability . . . Elizabeth Hawkins. Power of Concentration . . . Kathryn Mansfield. Dancing Ability . . . Maxine Bennett. Style . . . Helen Adelsperger. Knowledge in Modern Literature . . . Harriet Arenz. Good Sportsmanship . . . Janice Hedges. HONEYMAN HARDWARE COMPANY PARK AT GLISAN STREET ''Portland’s Largest Hardware and Sporting Goods Store” Golf, Tennis and Archery Supplies Jantzen Swimming Splits �* 1 r DELPHIC 63 1000 Paying Positions Where high school graduates get their final preparation for a busi­ ness career. ENROLL ANY TIME Start now to train for success, in­ come, travel, promotion and a real position in life. m ' t^ I were filled by Behnke-Walker last year from its list of stu­ dents, graduates and former graduates. It could have filled several hundred more, but de­ mand as usual outran supply. lyTy i ■ - \ . • ■■■ [Be Write for FREE Success Catalogue PORTLAND. OREGON BEacon 3138 r i Good Naturedness . . . Louise Holford. Pep . . . Elisabeth Kaser. Sense of Honor . . . Mary Aileen Martin. Piano Ability . . . Eveline Hall. Dependability . . . Mildred Peterson. Modesty . . . Bernice Mars. Conversational Ability . . . Mary Helen Carr. Capability . . . Janet Wentworth. Agility . . . Jeanne Knapp. COMPLIMENTS OF . • • JOHN F. KAUFMAN AND SONS . Ci ■■■ ana �■ DELPHIC 64 IRELAND’S Attract Young People Because: 1. Excellent Food. 2. Real Service. 3. Convenient Locations. 4. Friends will always be found there. IRELAND’S 365 Washington Street 125 Sixth Street 1 i ; j KNIGHT’S \ FIXER FOOTWEAR Our New Compliments of 1 Holland, Briggs & Noyes ■ i: 825 Yeon Building ;• v II; Portland, Oregon DEPARTMENT MULTO-MAID Styles for the Modern Miss $6.50 to $10.00 KNIGHT’S SHOES — HOSIERY I F Morrison and Broadway ill * : S t ■ 1 51 | < I;?l !l ; �DELPHIC 65 V SIMONDS SAWS SIMONDS SAWS WA ifhii ■ [ • . Simonds Saw and Steel Co. The Saw—Makers SAWS •=• KNIVES * FILES <- STEEL £3 'M SIMONDS SAWS SIMONDS SAWS r ■ �DELPHIC 66 Compliments of THE BANK of CALIFORNIA A NATIONAL PORTLAND, DANK OREGON $ixtk Street at Stark Can You Imagine: Helen Adelsperger keeping something to herself? Jean Adix a wall flower? Maxine Bennett calm and reposed? Harriet Arenz without her purse? Barbara Jane Averill selfish? Katherine Briggs with blue eyes? Mary Helen Carr a bore? Barbara Clarke in overalls? Eveline Hall paying her class dues on time? GO FORWARD WITH THE / r WEST COAST NATIONAL BANK SIXTH AND OAK STREETS PORTLAND �DELPHIC 67 Put Us to Work . . Let us help you in the planning and preparation of your catalogs, folders, and direct mail advertising. We are rendering such service to many progressive concerns. JAMES, KERNS & ABBOTT CO. Ninth and Flanders Streets : : Portland Elizabeth Hawkins unwilling to argue? : V.-: . " •n- Janice Hedges winning a marathon? Louise Hoi ford without her glasses? ■ Virginia Holland without an ailment? y- Marjory Holman running for a street car? : Elizabeth Ann Johnson unwilling to help anyone? Do yon know why the girls Decker Business College INDIVIDUAL INSTRUCTION have worn a path to Choose Your Subjects ami Specialize Miss Baird1s door? WE PLACE OUR GRADUATES DAY OR NIGHT SCHOOL GOOD EATS Phone—Atwater 4520 Alisky Building Portland, Oregon Emma Johnson turning cart wheels on our front lawn? Elisabeth Kaser cold and languid? Esther Kaser dieting? Helen Kaufman without Jean? Jeanne Knapp a vamp? Beacon 4151 Beacon 4152 HAZLETT’S GROCERY, BAKERY AND MEATS WE DELIVER THE GOODS Our Motto: "Quality Goods; Right Prices” II. C. WITMAN, Meats 374 Eleventh Street : Corner of Montgomery Beacon 769S DR. ROBERT B. BRANDON DENTIST Selling Building Sixth and Alder Streets—Suite 1215 PORTLAND, OREGON �70 DELPHIC Compliments of the Senior Class . �DELPHIC 71 BRANDES CREAMERY Man nfile hirers of "BRANDES” PREMIUM BUTTER Cream, Milk, Buttermilk, Eggs and Cheese Our Plant is the Finest on the Coast PI-ION US: Broadway 7082 Broadway 7081 - : '. ••• " ' -im : I a Fire? "Has it been put out?” "No!” i A mad stampede, a "survival of the fittest”! The children and the helpless knocked down, trampled upon and left—by a mob crazy with the thought of the alarm. On they come—ignorant of anything in their way. Screaming, yelling—fighting to get ahead. Down the hall—over chairs and tables. Eyes shining with intensity. Life or death— "It’s out!” Nancy Thompson, ’28. The boarders’ mail! COM I’Ll M ENTS OF LUBLINER FLORISTS Martin and Forbes COMPANY Florists • r.'> I Sfifi 361 Alder Street 387 Washington Street (Pittock Block) Broadway 2753 Portland. Oregon Sealy-Dresser Company MORTGAGE LOANS GROCERS City Mortgage Company BAKERY PRODUCTS, CATERERS FRESH FRUITS AND VEGETABLES Third and Alder Streets Broadway 6201 210 Porter Building "'.r-V Portland, Oregon Mortgage Loan Correspondent NEW YORK LIFE INSURANCE CO. . �72 DELPHIC Compliments of the Junior Class �DELPHIC \ l 73 ^ r'c\ mshs&m ; ::':<:WW0^r " >#?■'m ' :i i If i i iW *i, ‘ Sj®4s —a—U v __ ^T/CiC £> ~.:W Women particularly appreciate the convenience of banking at the United States National where all departments of banking are under the one roof and management. Broadway aired Suj&llh. ail slairlk “One of the Northwest’s Qreat Banks” • .; it Si) >~: ' & '. i 1Z- �DELPHIC 74 ^llllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllltlllllllllllllllllllllllllllilllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllilllllllllllllllllllllllllHIIIMI^ I Hand Bags and Leather Goods | | 1 i = = i i l J-JAND bags in all the latest styles and finest leathers. Overnight cases, card cases, hat boxes and all high grade leather goods. A most satisfactory place to trade. = = = = Fine Stationery and Engraving ^pJ-KGSHCi1. Broadway 6021 cBoof(S€ller$^Statio?icrs^ Office Outfitters 6 Fifths and^tar^Streets = = | = ^iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiNiiiiiHiiiiiiiNiiiiiiiiiiimiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiiii^ Western White Cedar Co. Manufacturers of PORT ORFORD CEDAR. LUMBEK "THE WOOD ETERNAL” �DELPHIC 75 Compliments of the Sophomore Class C norcive a WEDDING ANNOUNCEMENTS, CARDS ENGAGEMENTS, AT HOMES. ETC. CjJleel CJie CfJlampind and (Dnibossind Social Stationery Desk Accessories fi"mm Leather Ooods Filth & Oak Sts.. Portland �DELPHIC 76 ~(o In the world of wall decoration Grasscloth is rccogmrcd as the most artisticanddurableof all coverings + + + + Hand-woven, hand-colored, it comes in lovely tints, and studied _ combinations of color ++ + + II you are planning redecoration, oi coverings foi new walls be . . . sure to see , r/V’w *• j (m X \ ' GlU-YS'S CLOTH r eh ^Berger ^Bros Xm \ J/— idS - ir\th =/c> Henry Berger, Jr. Studio of Photography THE BARN * * -- BROADWAY AND COLUMBIA �f; ;• •' ■ AUTOGRAPHS .. r m m umm. ; 2g&$ : 6^ ■ *J*V : t (* I : ! I 4- BAM: �� 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 1928 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 1928. 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". 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X1;- "• 5 r^r' ■■"' «? ■- -'■>: ;;^;y - -? ;• rvc-'. v,............ -r X5\>; • ■ •- -<•' -V' s' :-My:Mwm r ■iWr-i ”.;5& 'V%-'A—'X - •y^.' - £$&* Pv^ y- ’ ' Sf"!^ m hj ;•-* - x- Xj*: �n i. iv h ■ NV i ■ : i ij ! i ■j i ;i ■ * ; ! ' i ■' : I ' j H I i / i. v i �i ^7) THE DELPHIC ST. HELEN’S HALL ; of PORTLAND, OREGON ' ! : : 15 ; -' j 1928-1929 VOLUME XXIX (7> NUMBER 9 �. Frontispiece Faculty Senior Section Delphic Staff School Honors Literary Athletics Calendar Old Girl Notes Exchanges Jokes Advertisements !, ■ �3 The Delphic Officers and Instructors RECTOR The Right Reverend the Bishop The of Oregon CHAPLAIN Reverend Samuel Evans GENERAL SUPERINTENDENCE The Sisters of St. John the Baptist (Holy Scripture, Church History) Lower School Mildred Arev Kindergarten Training School, St. Helen's Hall Latin Dorotii y Bartlett B. A., Smith College Lozccr School Isabelle Breingan Oregon Normal School Kindergarten Irene Brix . Ellison-White Conservatory �rj I 4 The Delphic Science Elizabeth Cooper B. A., University of Washington Joyce Groth French, Spanish . B. A., University of Washington English, History Gertrude Houk A. M., Cornell University Lower School Jean Kellett Washington State Normal Physical Director Nan A. Knapp Temple University, Philadelphia Helen Shuman Mathematics . B. A., University of Oregon Mabel Sim on is Upper I & II . Oregon Normal School Florence Thompson English . B. A.; Wellesley College French Susa n n e Coca i n k Diplomec de Tours Catherine Oyer beck French . B. A., Wellesley College MUSIC AND ART A esthetic Dancing Kath eri ne La idea \v Pupil of Ruth St. Denis Dramatics Isabelle Stout Columbia University Art, Piano Louisa M. Thomson Guildhall School of Music, London Interpretation of Modern Music under Louis Victor Farr, 1927 52 I 3 Voice, Glee Club Mabel FI all-Smith New England Conservatory Jocelyn Foulkes Piano Flora Gray Piano . Pupil of Malwine Bree, Vienna Repertoire and Interpretation with Percy Granger . Pupil of Paul Kursteincr, New York, and of Abby Whiteside, New York Anne Kromer . 'Cello Jane O'Reilly Violin William Wallace Graham Violin Dr. W. S. Knox School Physician �I �' �Ardka n e I a nr Henningsen Constance Fern Green Blanche Rozaltha Stabler Mildred Joanne Roberts President �1 i' 6 Tmk Dei.piiic R 3 : 1 Douotjiy-Lane Russell 3 ■■ i i ■r, M U Fanny S. Taylor Evelyn Keyt Madelon Jane Brodje Vicc-Prcsidcnt �The Dei.pnic Helen Curtis Hyde Sara Elizabeth Cannon Jean Wallace Morrison Margaret Law Proctor Secretary-Treasurer 7 �1V •- 1 . ; 8 The Delphic I >' r. | I Elizabeth Bond ij H i I ii Doris Mae Lichty ; L~ Eva-Jane Erwin I Helen Roberta Hall �The Delphic M ELEN LoUISE OWKNS Kat11erin Priscilla James Virginia Inslev 9 �vi p a Ti-ie Delphic 10 sF Class Will L. The Last Will and Testament of the Class of Nineteen Hundred Twenty-nine u.? Be it *3 known that: We. the class of 1929. do hereby will and bequeath to all future Seniors: Li : Our ability to keep order in the study hall. To the class of 1930 we bequeath our book reports. Burke outlines. Delphic duties, and any other duty that happens to appear. To the Sophomores we leave onr love. To the Freshmen we leave our noble examples of true dignity. ■Vi I. Betty Bond, leave my switch to Maxine Mieth. : I. Mildred Roberts, leave my love of wearing ribbons on my hair to Blanche Coe ’i i l. Madelon Brodie, leave my study lamp to future A students. y'i 'H i. Virginia Insley, leave my history grades to my sister. i. Margaret Procter, leave my dignity to Susan Sargent. i. Doris Lichty, leave Phoebe Greenmail's green slippers to Phoebe. i. Helen Hyde, leave my ability to finish tests with lightning speed to Marjorie Mautz. i. Ardeane Henningsen, leave my ability to do my hair up to Mary Lueddemann. i. Jean Morrison, leave my horsemanship to Alice Devereaux. i. Eva-Jane Erwin, leave nothing to anybody because I have need of all my possessions. I. Sally Cannon, leave my ability to write themes to Jean Luckel. I, Priscilla James, leave my "beloved brogues" to June Clancy. I, Dorothy Lane Russell, leave my love of talking in study hall to Elouise Gilmore. Helen Hall, leave my grammar ability to Genevieve Woodard. I, Evelyn Keyt, leave my Irish accent to Julia Metcalf. I, Constance Green, leave my Sacred Studies ability to Marion Denton. I, Helen Owens, leave my silly ways to Elizabeth Berger. 1. Fanny Taylor, leave my brown eyes to Mary Yates. Blanche Stabler, leave my slow drawl to Mary Margaret Trotter. ; �Tm>: Delphic Jfci.rt ortCy Porvlhi/lu/tc Hcla n Quick �Ii i s-; : i:4 12 The Delphic Class Prophecy 1. OLD GIRL NOTES < '29 3* = ■-) Ardeane Henningsen has just sailed on the Leviathan for the Olympic games, where she will represent the United States in the high jump. Mildred Roberts is in Salem giving violin lessons to the inmates of the School for the Deaf. Katherin James is acclaimed as Clara How’s successor in Hollywood. spare time she conducts a hospital for white mice. In her Helen Hyde is touring the country with the Fanchon and Marco Stage Revues. She is the chief dancer in the adagio group. Dorothy Lane Russell is in South America reporting the latest revolution there for the Oregonian. Sally Cannon has recently applied for a patent for unbreakable eye-glasses to be used in playing tennis. Eva-Jane Erwin is head nursemaid to the “Child God” of Tibet. Constance Green has a restaurant on wheels. She moves it up to the Hall at lunch period and gives the girls special prices. Betty Bond is an assistant professor of Physics at Cambridge University. Doris Lichty is chief aviatrix of the United States Flying Fleet. Madelon Brodie is conducting a very exclusive night club in New York City. Helen Hall is the head bell-hop at the Waldorf-Astoria Hotel. Evelyn Keyt is touring on the Chautauqua Circuit as an impersonator of A1 Jolson. .-V i Fannie Taylor has a hot dog stand for itinerant explorers on the peak of Mt. Everest. Margaret Proctor has just published her latest book, the title of which is Crossing the Pacific in a Parachute. Jean Morrison, the noted authoress, has just won a prize for her essay, “Where the Knee Cap is Situated”. Blanche Stabler is Notre Dame’s first woman football coach. Virginia Insley was recently elected president of the society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Caterpillars. Helen Owens has endowed a fund to provide for cakes to be sent each week to the Chi Psi House at Eugene. —Virginia Insley, '29. �The Delphic 13 The Delphic Staff 1928-1929 Editor-in-Chief Literary Editor Assistant Literary Editor Calendar Old Girl Notes Music and Entertainment Athletics . Exchanges Jokes . ... Art .... Business . Advertising . . Madelon Broclie Betty Bond Blanche Coe Helen Hyde, Blanche Stabler Virginia Insley, Margaret Proctor Helen Hall. Doris Lichty Sally Cannon, Mildred Roberts . Fanny Taylor . Ardeane Henningsen Jean Morrison Dorothy Lane Russell, Eva-Jane Erwin . Evelyn Keyt, Constance Green, Jean Morrison. Katherin James, Helen Owens �14 The Dei.piiic 3fn jfWemortam jfflatp Eileen jWartin President of the Class of 1928 �i : imtm ��The Delphic 15 School Honours 1928 In the American Chemical Prize Essay Contest, Janice Hedges won First Prize of $20.00 in gold and a Certificate of Merit. Her subject was “Chemistry in Relation to the Paper Industry". Honourable mention was also given to Janet Wentworth for excellence in treating the subject. “The Relation of Chemistry to National Defense’*. In the C. C‘. Heckman Oregon History Prize Contest for 1928. Mildred Roberts received the Third Prize of $40.00 and a beautiful bronze medal. Her essay was on "The Provisional Government of Oregon”. The Medal and Certificate of Merit for the best Essay on Patriotism awarded by the National Society of Colonial Daughters was won by: Grade Kumler. Subject: "Abraham Lincoln as an Inspiration to American Youth.” Winners of Certificates of Merit: Betty Jane Collins. Margaret Ingram. Lois Katherine Jones. Peggy Jones. Saville Riley. The Lincoln Medal offered to a High School student by the Illinois Watch Company for the best essay on the life of Lincoln was won by: Alice Devereaux. Other essays of special merit were written by Maxine Mieth and Grace Nelson. The Alumnae Pin is awarded to the Senior of high scholarship who has most actively contributed to the School Life. This honour went to Mary Aileen Martin. Honourable Mention was given to Janet Wentworth. First and second prizes for best essays on Fire Prevention were given by the Portland Fire Department to Harriet Arenz and Helen Hyde. Honours based on the highest marks received in the Eastern College En­ trance Board Examinations: The prize of a part Scholarship for the Senior Year for the highest average of examination ratings in at least six points was won by Sally Cannon, daugh­ ter of Mr. and Mrs. A. M. Cannon. �The Delphic 16 The Cup for Mathematics, by Blanche Coe. The Cups for Latin, English, and History, by Barbara Clarke. The Cup for French, by Sally Cannon. 'I'lie Holford Cup for Sacred Studies goes this year to Blanche Coe. To lanet Wentworth, who has completed her work with a rank fulfilling the Radcliffe requirements for admission on the Hall’s certificate, has been awarded the Fiftieth Anniversary Scholarship for the Northwest, a Scholar­ ship of S500. In August Emma Wintler Johnson was awarded a Freshman Scholarship of three hundred dollars for special excellence in College Entrance Board Examina­ tions taken on the Comprehensive Plan. TESTIMONIALS The First Testimonials were awarded to pupils attaining an average for the vear of: 90% in every study 90% in attendance 95% in order and punctuality 99% in conduct Madelon J. Brodie Lela Blanche Coe Elizabeth Z. Hawkins Janice M. Hedges Emma W. Johnson Helen F. Kaufman Kathryn E. Mansfield Marjorie Mautz The Second Testimonials were awarded to pupils attaining an average for the year of: 85% in every study 90% in attendance and order 95% in punctuality 98% in conduct Jean E. Adix Betty Lou Hudson Barbara Jane Averill Elizabeth Ann Johnson Elsa J. Boyer V. Elisabeth Kaser Barbara E. Clarke Esther V. Kaser Sally Cannon Jeanne A. Knapp Peggy Cullers Mary Aileen Martin Dorothy B. Enos Maxine Mieth Barbara W. Fiske Janet Wentworth ' �The Dei.i*hic 17 Burns Impressions gathered from reading Carlyle's Essay A Burns was not truly appreciated during his life, he is now considcred one of the important literary geniuses of the eighteenth century. When one knows his life, with all its hardships, it is very easy to understand why his contributions were small in number. The things that inspired poetry in Burns would have been looked upon as commonplace by most of us. But how beautiful he makes these seemingly ordinary things appear! Who but Burns would have thought of writing a poem to a mouse, but, being inspired to do so, he wrote one that has lived and has been loved for over two hundred and fifty years. He had no studio but the fields, where he toiled all day to find that which would move his poetic soul. lthough Burns, at first, was not discontented with his lot, for he knew no other. The life that he portrays in his “The Cotter’s Saturday Night’’ was the life of the people all about him. and after all, it was a happy one. It was not until he went to Edinburgh that other things began to attract him. While there he was warmly welcomed, in fact, honored and loved. This popularity did not turn his head, it did not even fluster him, but into his heart crept little longings that had never been there before. He had caught a glimpse of what others had and for the first time in his life had a feeling of resentment toward his richer brothers. He felt as though he were merely an on-looker; he could not play in this fascinating game. It is true that financially he gained during this period, but he became poorer in true happiness. The fever of worldly ambition with which he was doomed to suffer for long years had, in fact, robbed him of practically all of the contentment that he had formerly possessed. As Carlyle so truly states it—“His was no bank­ ruptcy of the purse but of the soul; to his last day he owed no man anything.” Burns was a truly native poet; in his day' it was unusual for a poet to write very much about his own country; on the contrary, others wrote about far-away lands and extraordinary happenings. The very fact that he did take as his models the commonplace and the close-at-hand was what has endeared him to us. We know that he loved Scotland, for without a true devotion he could not have described her so beautifully. In his songs lies his chief influence. As Carlyle says, “They need not be set to music for they are music in themselves.” The great range of subjects with which he so perfectly deals is worthy of our careful consideration. There are “Mary in Heaven”, “Auld Lang Syne”. “Duncan Gray”. “The Banks O’Doon". “Highland Mary”. “Farewell to Ayr” and many others—all different, all beau­ tiful. If Burns, when he needed it so desperately, could only have had some of the sympathy which we give him now, many of the rough places might have been smoothed. Although the world really did better by Burns than it usually does for its geniuses, much could have been done that was not. Even so, the blame �18 The Delphic for his failure cannot be placed upon the world but upon himself, upon the lack of unity in his purposes, the want of consistency in his aims, and the mingling of the common spirit of the world with his spirit of poetry. We admire Burns, we pity him—the poet who had a soul that was at the same time too big and too delicate for this world of ours. —Dorothy Lane Russell, '29. "Mirage55 A word-picture of Homer Gmini's musical idyl. Mirage from the Desert Suite. 'T'iie overpowering fascination of the desert is in its throbbing music, the rythmic chant of its silence. The stealthy silence, enveloping one in melancholy loneliness, makes even thought difficult, and slowly, persistently lulls the spirit into a state of coma, silencing forever the voice of the desert. Its mystical attrac­ tion leads men far from the path of safety into peace—and death. Upon him who has felt its hand, full of summons, descends the illusion of the romance of the palm gardens, and the poignant beauty of the bubbling spring of the distant oasis. The wayfarer whose eyes are filled with the promise of the beckoning mirage strains toward cool and comfort, unmindful of the barren waste, the arid, feature­ less desolation around him. The waving palms, the little village of the oasis with its white figures moving to and fro spell calm, relief from the disheartening strife with the heat, and momentary escape from the sand—the cruel sand—the sand with a soul. To the weary traveler thus captured by the sand, the ever receding palm trees spread forth welcoming arms, cool and refreshing to his thirsty, heat­ laden senses. Xo road leads to the entrancing little oasis village. Presently, fading into the horizon from whence it came, the mirage leaves in its trail only a beautiful shattered illusion, a lost hope. When the last golden tint has followed the sun out of the tropic sky. the moon rises on a tragic scene—the handiwork of the sand with a soul. The moon, the sand dunes, the musical distances, everything slowly, gently fades away as the last plaintive notes of Mirage leave my fingertips. —Margaret Reeves, ’30. �The Dei.i'iiic 19 The Citadel of Christophe A Fortress not far from Cap Hatian on the Island of Haiti gnats everywhere; eyes, nose, mouth, and even our ears were G sfull of, gnats, them. Everyone was suffering from the same malady. ats It was about seven A. M.; the West Indian sun was well in the sky. looking upon us speculatively We were two miles from Cap Hatian, on our way to sec the citadel built by Christophe in the time of Napoleon to protect the Black Mon­ arch from his enemy, Petion. Most people make the trip in an automobile to Milot, where they procure their horses, but because of the rains we were forced to go on a little gas car with a flat wheel, a very bumpy ride. Wc did not enjoy this part of the trip, as the jungle shaded stagnant pools from which our little gnats and mosquitoes arose in colossal swarms. The gas car was manipulated by two drowsy, dazed Haitians, dazed because they were Haitians, for all Haitians are perpetually dazed. We would speed on smoothy fas smoothly as the flat wheel permitted) for ten or fifteen minutes, and then our hearts would leap to our throats as we would perceive a pig or perhaps a goat lying peacefully on the rails. We always managed to stop in time, shoo the animal off the track, and again take up our trotting gait. Once we approached a sharp turn, and much to our surprise we ran through a flock of chickens. A few minutes later, when we had rounded the turn, the car and its occupants were covered with feathers. In an hour we were on our horses, or mules, or burros, whatever one would choose to call the animals. Soon we neared the town where Christophc's palace. Sans Souci, lay in splen­ did ruins. From the slope the terraces and battlements rose, shaded by royal palm, mango, and banana trees, and overrun by lizards, tarantulas, and centipedes. We rested a minute at Sans Souci, ate bananas, mangoes, and green sweet oranges. Again we mounted our already weary beasts and began our two-and-a-half hour ascent. In many places on the muddy, rocky path we were compelled to dismount and coax, lead and even shove our mounts. Or again, when we came to an open spot, the sun would realize its villainous ambition and burn our arms and faces to a startling shade of crimson. At last! The citadel loomed up ahead, resting majestically on the top of a high, green mountain, the prow pointing toward us and the orange lichen-covered walls glaring in the sun. The last steep climb was tiresome, as. after this first glimpse, we did not see the citadel again until we were almost upon it. When we arrived at the bottom of the fort, our gendarmes tied our horses and carried the lunch to the foremost edge of the prow. We could not stand, nor can anyone stand, and look on the valley below: only by lying full length on the stones could we peek down with­ out becoming dizzy. Here, where we ate our lunch, was the spot on which the �20 The Delphic Black Monarch marched a whole troop of soldiers off the wall for the benefit of a friend who doubted the army’s discipline. Soon we left the prow and started exploring the fortress. One of the most interesting of the hundreds of chambers was the armory, where the old French mortars and cannons lay with their rusty muzzles pointed towards the valley below. Old round cannon balls littered the damp, musty earth, and trees and ferns grew from cracks in the stairs and walls, in the remnants of a glorious fortress, now considered to be one of the nine wonders of the world. We spent an hour and a half roaming about the vaults and chambers and saw the grave of the great Christophe. Today it is covered with goat grass and weeds. As the day was nearing an end. we reluctantly mounted our horses and do­ scended the mountain. We could not help glancing back at the wonderful st ructure. We thought how the slaves toiled day after day. dragging the immense stones and the huge cannons from the seashore to the mountain top, how they worked and saw their comrades brutally killed and replaced by others, because they had stopped for a minute's rest. Every stone of this citadel has cost a life! —Billie Ramsey, ’31. Night At last Night has found me. In it 1 hide my sorrow and tears. No one can sec That my heart is breaking. For God sends Night To hide me from the Day. Who has no modesty. —Betty Butler, '30. i . ! �The Delphic 21 A Desert Witch T ost—lost on the desert with the sun gone down and a thunder storm ap' proaching. It wasn’t a pleasant situation, especially when we recalled all the stories told us about the merciless fury of an unleashed Eastern Oregon thunder storm. It broke about us like a suddenly released demon. The skies be­ came a howling, raging fiend. We ducked our heads and waited for one of those great jagged streaks of lightning to strike us. Our horses pranced and snorted and did all in their power to make the situation worse. And then straight ahead of us appeared a tiny gleam of light. We spurred our horses on and reached a pitiful derelict of a house, so battered and old that it looked as if the next gust of wind might demolish it. Nevertheless it spelled shelter, so we tied our horses and knocked. Silence—for a minute—then the sound of shuffling feet and the door opened just enough to disclose two haggard eyes peering out at us. When these eyes discovered that the intruders were only two dripping girls, instead of a ghost of the storm, we were admitted. Admitted into what? A cosy room and a cheerful fire? No. A witch’s dungeon. A dirty, vile-smelling hole. We turned to go out, preferring the battle with the elements to that pent-up hovel. But the witch had no intention of letting her victims escape so easily. She stood with her back to the door—weird and horrifying beyond belief. Her hair hung in wisps about her narrow, yellowed face. Her mouth, a straight streak except, perhaps, for a slightly downward curve. She grinned grotesquely, ex­ posing two tobacco-stained teeth, and asked in broken English what we wanted. We said that we were seeking refuge from the storm but that it had lessened now and we would go. In reply she sat down in front of the door, barring our way, and motioning for us to sit on a dirty cot, she leisurely filled her pipe. To say that we were frightened is putting it mildly. We were simply petrified with terror. Who was she? Why was she living alone in the middle of the desert? What did she intend to do with us? We could merely look at each other in mute appeal—and watch—and wait. Then she began to talk—in a low ghost-like monotone. She told us that she was born in Spain of a race of people that never died. Where there were blue skies and sunshine every day. Where there was no sickness, no sorrow, no sad­ ness. Everyone was equal. No one exceeded anyone else in wealth, birth or beauty. Everyone was wealthy, everyone was beautiful, and everyone was happy. ‘‘But," she said, “l heard of America, which was even more beautiful than my Spain. So I came with Chapo. my husband, and now look" (with an eloquent gesture of hopelessness), “Chapo died of the disappointment. But I live on—and on—and on. Hated! Despised! Outcast! People are afraid of me. Even my cat ran away. I’m alone—alone—with only my pipe to keep me from going mad. I never see a human being—just those blank, barren hills and the drab sage­ brush. 1 may be only ‘old lady Chapo.’ hut I have a heart as big as this whole �22 The Delphic universe. I want companionship, and now you are here and you will keep me company. 1 won't let you go. 1 won’t he alone any longer—I won't.” She was standing now. gesticulating wildly, with the tears streaming down her face. We simply stared, fascinated. It was all so unreal. That dirty, musty room, the wind howling outside, and that terrible old woman standing over us. A minute more she stood thus, a wild, frenzied look in her eyes, and then sank weeping to the floor, exhausted by the release of all her pent-up emotions, She lay there, a crumpled heap of humanity. Nothing terrifying about her now—only an old woman with a demented mind—beaten by life. We crept out softly, mounted our horses, and rode away. And somehow—the memory of that crazed old Spanish woman, living alone without even a cat for company, has never left me. —Doris Bailey, '30. A Mere Play Suggested by the Study of Hamlet #”pHE king was feeling extremely fit. His courtiers seemed more attentive than usual, his jester more jolly and above all Hamlet had at last given a sign that it was the love of Ophelia which was driving him mad. What a great burden re­ moved from his mind! If Hamlet so much as suspected * * *. but no! he would not think of that; he was going to enjoy this play to which his stepson had in­ vited him. Claudius, settling himself more comfortably in his scat, fell into a heated dis­ cussion with Polonius. The old man was getting ancient, almost senile. He had rather outgrown his usefulness. The king and his statesman were still talking when the mute action of the play began. In fact by the time they had settled most of the affairs of state, the dumb show was entirely over, and a hush had fallen upon the audience preparatory to the prologue. That was clear and concise any­ way. Perhaps these players had not been so overrated after all. How long they took to enact that love scene! The queen's professed faith­ fulness to her husband grew a little tedious. It did seem a bit indiscreet or at least undiplomatic to put that in about her possible second marriage, when * * *, but, no; why would his mind wander to that subject, so distasteful to him? He must school himself not to be disturbed by such common incidents. Hrn! asleep in his orchard! Poison? What? How dared they? He blanched, jumped to his feet, scarcely conscious of the action! Lights! Lights! —Madelon Brodie, ’29. : �The Delphic 23 The Fall of a Nose are queer pieces of the human face, aren’t they? They are not especially N beautiful unless they resemble Greta Garbo’s or John Gilbert s, and if by any oses chance you are lucky enough to have one of that type 1 should advise you to “join the movies and see Hollywood.” My nose, up to the time of its tragedy, always seemed rather small and insignificant. It looked rather as if it had been stunted in its growth. Maybe 1 was dropped when a child. One week-end my family decided to take the darling child, meaning me. in case you don’t understand, to a mountain resort to enjoy all the beauties of the winter’s snowfall. Of course 1 was much delighted over the prospect of romping and frisking in the snow. We ate our dinner at a quiet little inn nestled among huge snow banks. After having partaken of loads of enticing victuals, we put on the warmest clothes we had with us and decided to go out on the toboggan slide. The management has a cable to pull one up the hill to the top of the slide. It was great fun being drawn up this immense hill. We sat comfortably on the toboggan and enjoyed all the beauties of the snow-clad scenery. After resting at the top for a few minutes to gain courage for the perilous descent, we told the man who was up there to push us off. that we were ready to start. He said that we should lie face down on the toboggan, as the slide was so steep and we would go so fast that it would prove dangerous if we sat up. When he had all settled ourselves firmly, as we thought, the man gave us a push, and we were off. 1 never have experienced anything quite like it before. We went so fast that we couldn't see where we were going, but as for feeling, we had plenty of that. We kept going over little bumps in the track which caused us to be lifted up into mid-air. so that we didn’t know whether we would land back on the toboggan or off in the snow somewhere. As we were going over one of these gentle mounds, we were bumped completely up off of the sled, and I came down on my nose! The rest of my story is very sad. My nose swelled up so much that anyone might have mistaken it for an overgrown cabbage. I now have to stay in seclusion until it resumes its normal shape. My afternoons are spent in gazing out of the window in an effort to find someone’s nose which looks half as peculiar as mine. My evenings are spent in constant prayer for those unfortunates, who even now may be cracking their skulls on that terrible demon called the “toboggan.” —Mildred Roberts. ’29. �M k. S' 3 tei 24 The Delphic V : i Dog Individuality r Tt is interesting as well as entertaining to observe the traits of various dogs. There are bold dogs, timid dogs, fierce dogs, gentle dogs, affectionate dogs. non-committal dogs. In fact, almost every human characteristic may be noticed in the canine. Consider the great dane. Who would not expect of him a dignified deport­ ment? And how he lives up to his appearance! He is particular with whom he becomes friendly, and with those unfortunates whom he dislikes, lie maintains a coolly polite aloofness of manner. To go to the opposite extreme, there is the collie pup. His small body seems to contain nothing for mankind at large but effervescent affection, lie shows it from his smiling face—who says a dog can’t smile?—to the tip of his over­ worked tail. Most bull-dogs I have seen either know no fear or show a great lack of in­ telligence. They will, however, attack any member of their species, big or little, and fight him to the bitter end. An incentive is not at all necessary, file stupid animals just seem to feel that their business, which is fighting, must he looked after. The stolid and trustworthy dachshund, with his self-complacent rotundity, ought not to be overlooked. He is the sympathetic friend always. He never appears to be hurried, but just to be hurrying. Fighting does not appeal to him ; he trots his way through life unperturbed and contented. Of course, these are only my own observations. Others may have known playful great danes, dignified collie pups, bull dogs terrified, or excitable dachs­ hunds; but those are only more examples of individuality in dogs. —Marjorie Mautz, ’30. 3 > *1 * * * Complex Simplicity nr*HERE are a few simple household tasks which entail great ceremony for the entire family. The strange thing about them is that their performance all seems to fall on father. They are such duties as putting up some hooks in a cup­ board, placing a curtain rod, fixing a doormat, or hanging a picture. When father undertakes the placing of a few hooks on the underside of a cupboard shelf, he begins with a serene masterfulness that would inspire anyone with confidence. Soon, however, we discover the complicated nature of this task. It becomes evident that the door will insist upon swinging shut so that father can’t work freely, and he must enlist mother’s help to hold the door. But, alas, how can he screw' in a hook and, at the same time, hold the remaining ones in his 1 ■ j �The Delphic 25 IIIMIIIIMIIIlIHlIllllllllllf hand? Since he is standing upon a chair, he surely can’t stoop to the table each time he wants another one. Xo, Johnny must hold one ready at a second’s notice. Xo sooner has father once again become absorbed in the mechanism of a screw than he perceives that he is in his own light. To me generally falls the lot of finding and holding a flashlight. The ensemble now being complete, action once more goes forward. Invariably, I hold the light too high or too low and provoke the eloquent exasperation of my parent. After the storm has subsided, father procedes, but with various untimely halts. At length, the screws in place, father draws a long breath and begins to descend to the floor. As a grand finale he usually missteps and lands heavily, sometimes on his feet, sometimes not. By the time the foregoing performance is completed, the family is exhausted and not a little irritable, but l fear that the deplorable situation is without a remedy. Surely father can’t make the door stand still. He can’t see in the dark. And most certainly he doesn’t trip and fall on purpose. Xo, father is not to blame; yet the seemingly simple tasks are so involved. Can't anyone offer a suggestion ? —Jean Cram. ’30. Lexicon in the Home ■\ fv earliest remembrance of using a dictionary was when I was very small. -i-Vl Every Sunday I would go to Grandmother’s for dinner, and as there was no high chair, a dictionary was put on a chair so that I could reach the table. Also, in the afternoon, when the rest of the family were visiting with each other, the pictures in the same dictionary were used to keep me quiet. Later it served as an excellent wardrobe trunk for Lady Valentine dc Mere and the other three hundred and ninety-nine of the paper doll four hundred. Often when l wished to add another paper doll to my collections. 1 would have a difficult time finding the valuable book. But then I would usually discover it in the bottom of my sister’s drawer, pressing a corsage, or maybe I would find it holding open a window. In later years, when I was writing an essay, I found it very useful as a weight to keep my papers from blowing away. And when I did not wish to be teased by my younger sister, it was an effective weapon of defense. As a passing thought I might add that I understand the dictionary has been used by people to look up the meaning and spelling of various words. But this was mainly during the crossword puzzle craze, which is not now so popular. —Peggy Cullers, ’31. �26 The Delphic Shop Talk Cay. ’mom, ya know when I first got that swell job at th’ Emporium, nothin' ^ seemed to happen, and I ’most wisht 1 was back at Levinski’s but then sonicpin* awful sad happened yestiday, and I feel bad ’bout it. It was like this. The Emporium ain't but a little store, ya know, an’ old Abe Bercowski is tight, so now I have the whole dry goods department to myself, exceptin' on Satidays. 1 kept a noticin's a certain woman coinin’ in pretty often. I guess 1 noticed her because she was sorta small and slight, an’ sweet-faced and looked like she was meant for better things. She kept buying crepe de chin an’ ribbons an’ laces. We kincla became friends an’ from, things she’d say I learned most of her story She come from a swell family an' was the only kid. When her folks died, there wasn’t any money an’ so she came here and works for a costumer up on th’ Avenue. She’s a-goin’ to be merried soon, an’ she’s so happy about makin’ her weddin* junk. Her Michael, lie's an aviator. She says sometimes she gets afraid that maybe he’ll be killed, but he jus’ puts his arm around her and says, ‘I guess it’s as safe as anything, and everybody’s turn comes sometime.’ Well, one day she comes in all bird-like an' happy, and told me th’ weddin’ is a-goin’ t’ be in a month, an’ that she wants the material for it now. bile doesn't know how much she needs, so she says she’d take a whole bolt as she wants it t’ be real swell. She got a whole bolt of the best. But yestiday, she came back again, bringin* the bolt. Gee :: : but this is hard to tell, mom. She was white an’ her eyes * * they were almost crazy. She asked if I could change her bolt for one of black * * * Michael’s turn had come.” —Eva Jane Erwin. ’29. * Evening It is evening. Why do I think Of Love, Of Life, Of death, At evening? —Betty Butler, ’30. i ■ i �The Delphic 27 Mary Jane "A/Tary Jane Andrews was quite like the little girl who had a little curl — -I-vl but Mrs. Andrews dreaded the times when she was very, very good much more than the times when she was horrid. Because, when Mary Jane was bad, she was consistently had and had to be watched continuously; but when she was good, the matter was different. There was no telling when she might change her mind and be very bad again. Besides, if Mrs. Andrews was ever so im­ prudent as to trust her fledging to behave herself. Mary Jane, seizing upon that opportunity which knocked so seldom, invariably performed the worst possible deed her infant mind could conceive. Mrs. Andrews lived a hard life. On the day that Mrs. Clark came visiting at the Andrews’, Mary Jane had deported herself most perversely all the morning. Since, according to all pre­ cedent. her conduct should have become excellent by afternoon, her mother felt reasonably safe in allowing her to be seen by Mrs. Clark. So, when the caller arrived, there, arrayed in her Sunday best, stood Mary Jane. W hen she had gone through the usual process of being patted on the head and told how big she had grown, her next move should have been withdrawal. In­ stead. her face beaming self-complacency, Mary Jane settled herself in a corner with her doll. Once there, she serenely ignored her mother’s signals to retire. Mary Jane had a system of playing with her doll bewildering to the un­ initiated. To this doll she was at once mother, father, sister, brother, and all more distant relatives. Each of these kinsmen was strangly addicted to the chas­ tisement of the poor doll. Moreover, they especially enjoyed feeding her cod liver oil, and they delighted in giving her innumerable baths. When she was per­ mitted an outing, one of them wrapped her in countless sweaters and blankets and coats. Fortunately, the doll’s patience was infinite. The conversation at the other end of the room concerned itself chiefly with discussion and examples of beautiful babies who grew into ugly women and ugly babies who grew into beautiful women. Mary Jane, apparently unconscious of everything but her own immediate pastime, sat wonderfully quiet in her corner. Mrs. Clark finally prepared for departure. After having bidden Mrs. Andrews a fond farewell for the third time, she suddenly remembered "that dear child" and rushed in to say good-bye to her. Mary Jane did not raise her head until Mrs. Clark was directly in front of her. Then, looking up, she remarked sweetly. ‘‘You must have been a very pretty baby.” —Marjorie Mautz. ’30. �28 Tin-: Delpiiic A Trapper’s Tale A years ago, 1 was up on the Deschutes River on a fishing trip with my father, a government trapper, and his assistants. Having just finished our dinner, we were sitting around the fire and resting after the exciting day of fish­ ing. The woods were totally silent with the exception of an owl's hooting or a night-hawk’s crying, and the smoke from the camp fire was—for a wonder— blowing straight up in the air. not in my eyes. The rushing of the river a few yards off made the situation not unlike a dream. In the midst of all this calmness a horse’s hoof-beats were heard coming towards our camp. Before many minutes had passed an old trapper and his beautiful dog came into sight and were hos­ pitably welcomed by the government men who were with us. The visitor proved to be the Mr. Fulkerson, who was praised in the newspaper for the number of bob cats and cougars he has caught. He sat down in front of the fire and presently began to tell stories. The best one he told was something like this: “Wal, a little while ago, about forty years, or around there. I reckon. 1 was over around Salt Lake huntin’ wolves. For about a week we didn’t see a single print of one, but finally we saw- the print of the pack running north, so we trailed them down and accomplished what we'd come fer. But while we were following them around the north end of the lake, 1 shot a deer on the edge of a high bank, and it fell into the water. We were a long way from our main camp where our boat was, so I didn’t get it for over a week. I rowed up one day. after we had got back to where the boat was. as the distance is much shorter and easier by water, and found that it had been washed up on the bank not far from where 1 shot it. I went over to it and discovered that the week or so it had been in the Great Salt Lake had been too much for it, and it was all pickled. Yep. it was really pickled, and we lived on that deer the rest of our trip.’’ —Sally Reed, '30. few The One and Only Qiie had beautiful brown eyes, which shone like stars. Her soft curls were a ^ joy to look at, while her rather short nose gave her a very piquant look. And her small mouth was just in proportion with the rest of her face. She had a quick, graceful walk, which made people turn and look after her with admiration. In fact, she was perfect. She never failed to anticipate my wants, whether it was a walk in the country, a dash to the country club for eighteen holes of golf, or just a quiet evening in front of the fire. She was always by my side. She never would fail me. If she ever died, what would 1 do? For 1 know there isn’t another dog like her anywhere. —Jean Morrison, ’29. i �The Delphic 29 IMIIIIMM For One Who Weeps Don’t cry. Your sorrow can’t last long. Tomorrow you will wonder At your own sadness, And laugh when you find You are no longer sad. —Betty Butler, '30. * If I Were You Tf 1 were the mother of the small boy who sometimes plays in front of my house—or of any other small boy of his same general appearance—I should carefully put his ears under his sailor hat. I should keep him at least partially clean, and T should decidedly not give him so many noisy toys upon which to vent his youthful energies. If I were president, the world would be a much pleasanter place to live in. J should make all kinds of laws that presidents ought to have made long ago, including laws against carrying umbrellas, blonde males growing mustaches, hideous, though amiable bull dogs, promiscuous disposal of chewing-gum. and turnips. If I were a movie star, J should not advocate the use of any vanishing cream or yeast cakes. I should not write my stirringly tragic life story for anyone. I should do my level best to retain all my belongings, allowing no enterprising thief to gain possession of any of them, in order thereby to gain for myself front page publicity. If I were a professional photographer, the pictures 1 turned out would be genuine likenesses of their subjects. X'o matter how badly I desired a customer's continued patronage, 1 should not endeavor to obtain it by flattering his ego. If I were almost anyone else, in fact, I should be a model of perfection. But the way things are, l must submit to advice from others who think that they could live my life much better than I do. —Marjorie Mautz, ?30. �The Delphic 30 The Territory of Oregon of the conclusion of the treaty settling the Oregon boundary reached Oregon on the 3rd of December, 1846. The people assumed that Congress, N at the session then commencing, would establish a territorial government for EWS Oregon. This was the desire of President Polk, also, and indeed a bill for that purpose passed the House of Representatives, but it failed to make headway in the Senate. The reason was not far to seek. In drawing up the Constitution of their pro­ visional government the pioneers inserted the famous clause from the Ordinance of 1787. declaring that “neither slavery nor involuntary servitude, except as a punishment for crime’*, should ever be permitted in the territory. 'I ll's was made a part of the Oregon bill presented by Stephen A. Douglas of Illinois, and very naturally it called out the opposition of the strong pro-slavery leaders like Calhoun So the congressional session of 1846-1847 closed with no provision for Oregon. The President felt a deep interest in this far western settlement, and caused Sec­ retary of State Buchanan to write a letter to the Oregon people encouraging them to expect favorable action at the next session of Congress (1847-1848). which was already at hand when the letter reached the Pacific. Buchanan made no clear statement of the reason for the failure of the Douglas bill. At about the same time, however, a letter was received in Oregon from Senator Thomas H. Benton, who threw the blame upon Calhoun, but declared that Oregon would not be out­ lawed for not admitting slavery. It was something to know that the leaders at the national capital still remem­ bered them, yet the pioneers had been patient for a long time, waiting for the government to give them some sort of recognition. Now that the quarrel with Great Britain was closed, it was hard for them to understand whv action should be delayed any longer. President Polk recommended to the next Congress that an Oregon bill be passed, but the opposition was at work once more, and might have been very successful had not the news cf the Whitman massacre been carried across the mountains during the winter. This startling news roused public feeling in favor of Oregon, and practically forced Congress to act. The news of the massacre was flashed all over the land when Joe Meek arrived in St. Louis from the Oregon country. Meek went to Washington and laid his dispatches concerning the western country's troubles before President Polk. They were at once sent to Congress, together with a message calling on that body to act. and act quickly, in order that troops might be sent to the defense of Oregon before the end of the summer. So much general interest was felt in the subject of the Ore7011 bill that the measure was finally passed. President Polk signed the bill and appointed General Joseph Lane of Indiana governor of the Territory of Oregon. Joe Meek was given the office of United States Marshal in the new government. General Lane and Joe Meek proceeded, with a number of others, to California. At San Francisco the two officers took ship for the Columbia River, arriving in 1; I �Tin-: Delphic 31 Oregon City, the capital of the territory, in 1849. General Lane assumed the duties of his office as governor the next day. On entering upon his duties of office General Lane had a census taken of the territory, which showed a population of 8,785 Americans and 298 foreigners. In 1850. General Lane resigned the governorship of Oregon under the wrong im­ pression that the new President, Zachary Taylor, had appointed a successor. He became a candidate for Congress and was elected. He was again appointed Gov­ ernor. but again resigned and became a candidate for Congress. He was elected, and re-elected to that position, until Oregon became a state in 1859. Upon the establishment of this territorial form of government in 1849, a new seal was adopted, known as the Seal of the Territory of Oregon. A ship demon­ strative of commerce was placed in the center of the seal, and above the ship was a beaver, denoting fur trade, while below was a plow denoting agriculture. At the left of the ship stood an Indian with bow and arrow, and at his right was an eagle. From the Indian’s shoulder to the beak of the eagle was an unfurled banner bearing Oregon’s territorial motto: “Alis Yolat Propriis”. The legend of the territorial seal was “Seal of the Territory of Oregon’’. Instead of a date, five stars are at the bottom of the territorial seal. When gold was discovered in California, much of it came to Oregon. Because gold dust was so plentiful and somewhat difficult to handle, merchants allowed only ten dollars to eleven dollars an ounce for it, although it was really worth about eighteen dollars an ounce. Immediately an Oregon Exchange Company was organized, and gold pieces having the value of five dollars to ten dollars were coined. 'Phis money was called “beaver money”, for the reason that a beaver was stamped on each coin. Containing eight percent more gold than coins from the United States mint, beaver money disappeared from circulation as soon as United States currency became plentiful. In 1849, United States troops, the Rifle Regiment, established a military post at The Dalles. A barracks was built there and the place called Fort Dalles. A new act in the territorial government was entitled "An act to provide for the selection of places for the location and erection of the public buildings.” This act contained ten sections. It purported to locate and establish a seat of government at Salem, locate a penitentiary at Portland, and a university at Marysville. This last act was called the Omnibus Bill and Governor Gaines denounced it as void, as it contained several unrelated bills. The attorney-general of the United States rendered the opinion that the only lawful seat of the Oregon Court was Oregon City. Congress adopted a joint res­ olution May 4. 1852, which settled the argument and placed the government at Salem. in 1848, when gold was discovered in California, the destiny of Oregon was influenced greatly and the people's viewpoint changed. The people began raising foodstuffs to supply the gold hunters and miners. Agriculture and industry were begun on a larger basis. �32 The Delphic There was not much immigration to the Oregon Territory in the first year of territorial existence, but during the next year it was increased somewhat, clue to prospecting in Oregon and also due to a new law. This law gave every male set­ tler, over eighteen years of age, three hundred and twenty acres of land, and, if he were married, his wife was also given three hundred and twenty acres in her own right. This land law not only encouraged settlement hut also was the cause of many marriages throughout the territory. In 1849 the first territorial legislature was held. It changed the name of Vancouver County to Clark. The legislature of 1851 proceeded to create new counties, ft also passed acts for the incorporation of Portland and Oregon City and for the construction of plank roads in various places. From 1850 on there were many Indian wars. Probably the worst of these wars was the Rogue River War, which began in 1851 and lasted, with some intermis­ sions, until 1865, when, the Indians being removed to reservations, the settlers were at last secure in the possession of their homes. Several years prior to the close of the Indian wars the question of statehood for Oregon began to be seriously discussed, and in 1865 a bill for admitting the territory into the Union was introduced in Congress by Ueneral Lane. Though this failed, another bill passed the House at the next session, authorizing the peo­ ple to frame a state constitution. It did not pass the Senate, but the legislature of Oregon Territory had already provided for submitting the question of holding a convention to the voters at the June (1857) election. It was carried by a large majority, delegates were chosen from the several counties, and on the third Mon­ day in August the convention met in the town of Salem. September 18 a state constitution was adopted, which being submitted to the people was ratified by a vote of 7.195 to 3,195. The state government went into operation in July. 1858. although Oregon was not formally admitted to the Union until the 14th of Lebruary. 1859. —Mary Lueddemaxx. *30. IS m fi -? m This essay teas awarded second prize in the Oregon Historical Society Prize Essay Competition. ! = �The Delphic 33 The Origin of the Constitution "E1 very government is the result of long evolution. Theoretical and practical politics are twin issues, growing up side by side, one advancing the other, until the most perfect form is reached. Many kinds of governments go to make the nations of the world, and it would be an interesting study to become familiar with all of them, but we are fundamentally interested in our government and the constitution of that government. Ours is fundamentally a representative system, a responsible, representative government. Necessity has made it so. Time has shown the impracticability of a pure democracy. The people are sovereign, but in their sovereignty they must delegate their powers to some few men. Collective democracy has a beautiful sound, but often it is neither practical nor desirable. Our ancestors were com­ pelled to choose between representative government and democracy, if they were to have a government by the people, so the choice was representative. It is my purpose to trace in outline the evolution of our system in the light of its historic past, in the belief that the charts of our ancestors and the beacons that they established on dangerous rock and shoals, will enable us to navigate in greater safety the same old tempestuous seas. The Constitution is the result of centuries of mighty political gestation. Behind the Constitution there stood the Thirteen Articles of Confederation; behind these the constitutions of the original thirteen states; behind these the charters of the English Trading Companies; behind these the charters of English cities, towns and boroughs; and, as the basis for all of these, the primitive consti­ tutions of Alfred the Great. These, taken in reverse order, constitute a great historical drama. We could hark back to the old Teutonic institutions, but it is sufficient for the purpose of this discussion to begin with the real Anglo-Saxon systems. We see that the trading companies, the guilds, the shires, and the counties were governed by the representative system. A large part of the American colonists were town bred. They and their sires had for centuries been accustomed to the machinery of local officers, popularly chosen under municipal charters. In short, the prin­ ciple of representation, like a golden thread in the web of a garment, is every­ where discernible. No one can read the municipal charters or the trading and guild charters without being impressed with their similarity to the important political documents of our own nation. The point that is here significant is the background of representative government that has been carrie.d out of the middle ages by the English people. Beneath all the institutions, the political systems, the material advancements of the colonial times, there was an uplifting force in the hearts and souls of men, —a force born of the Liberty of Conscience and Thought, born of the Invention of Printing, of the Open Bible, and of the Era of Reformation. There was a loosen­ ing of the spirit and a destruction of the bonds and fetters of medieval times. �! 34 The Delphic This is the spirit behind the Magna Charts, behind the Bill of Rights and behind those other political documents that were the forerunners of our own glorious freedom. There was a very definite connection between the charters of the Trading Companies, which we have already mentioned, and the charters of the Colonial States. Of the original colonies only three were chartered, seven were royal. and three were proprietary, But the whole Colonial historv is that of a contest between the governors and the people of the unchartered provinces. Even in the late seventeenth century there was being carried on a struggle for more liberty and more representation. So we see that no matter what special form of grant this particular colony held, they had of necessity developed some form of repre­ sentative government. The drama of increasing political rights is carried forward by the English Rev­ olution. In the Petition of Rights in 1628 and the Bill of Rights in 1689, we have the text of the first ten amendments to the Constitution of the United States. This period was one of glorious example to the colonists. They beheld the events taking place in the mother country and were spurred on to a greater desire for freedom for themselves. The tongue of Patrick Henry was touched with divine fire; the pen of Thomas Paine poured eloquence to extinguish the flames of tyranny. This was the period of criticism and urge for a better, freer government. The Declaration of Independence, like a sharp knife, cut the tie that bound the colonies to the throne. Then came the period of constructive statesmanship. Each state was a separate entity, but each was engaged in common, defensive warfare. Immediately a committee was appointed to draft the Articles of Con­ federation and Perpetual Union. The draftsmen, principally Franklin and Dick­ inson, were not unskilled in statecraft and governmental science, but the only known method for uniting sovereign states was by a league or treaty. There were several historical precedents for a league of the Colonies: the New England Confederacy against the Dutch and Indians in 1643, the Albany Convention in 1754, and the Stamp Act Congress in 1774 all being noteworthy. The Articles of Confederation were not ratified for four years, so we see that through all the dark days of the Revolution the country was without effective government. Even when the articles were ratified, they proved unsound. A conference was held at Mt. Vernon, followed by the Annapolis Convention, and then in May. 1787, the Federal Convention met. By September the Constitution of the United States was framed. The chief problem was the delegation of powers. State sovereignty was a hurdle that seemed insurmountable, for the dread of a king was in the hearts of all men. But all knew the ineffectiveness of a system of plural executives. They knew the value of checks and balances, and they knew the necessity of separating the three branches of government: legislative, executive and judicial. The dread of a king gave way to the greater dread of anarchy, and the great Constitution of the United States was given to the world in its present form. It was not the �: The Delphic 35 product of one man’s wisdom. Not Washington with his sagacity, not Madison with his learning, not Dickinson with his skill in drafting state papers, not Frank­ lin with his practical wisdom could have completed the task alone. It was com­ pleted only as a result of the collected experience of the whole body, many of whose members were political geniuses. Perhaps at no time in the history of the world has such a body of distinguished statesmen worked upon any such problem as that which confronted these men. Mow gloriously they met the situation! They completed a task that was begun more than sixteen centuries before. Developing through the years, the sacred flame of liberty may be seen smouldering, until finally it bursts forth into the mighty conflagration of the Revolution, cleansing by fire the taints of tyranny and oppression. My countrymen: We are what we are because our fathers were what they were. We can no more change our political parentage than we can change the physical structure of this continent. We forge chains for no man, but we will allow no man to bind us. We dictate no creeds, but we defend our own altars. We are Americans. Our form of government is American, and, by the help of the God of our Fathers, American it shall remain! —Tulia Metcalf, ’30. In the Oratorical Contest sponsored by the Oregonian, this oration took first price in the school and district trials. jM, ill ; �36 The Delphic To Italy O Italy! Thou land Of bards and poets, far renowned— Whose graves are often visited, Whose brows are olive-crowned ! Who can forget, O Italy, Thy plains so broad and low, Thy mountains, and thy hill-sides Where the gray-leafed olives grow? Who loveth not, O Italy, Thy sweet and balmy air; Thy lakes and skies so blue and bright; Thy vine-clad hill-sides fair? Thy chestnut-woods, wherein the flowers Of early spring we found— The Christmas-rose and primrose ’Mid the brown leaves on the ground. O Italy! our writers And great poets have loved thee,— “Open my heart and thou shalt find, ’Graved therein—Italy!” —Helen Drill, Upper II. El Camino Real The King’s Highway Qometime in the early nineteenth century, during the time of the quiet Fran^ ciscan Padres and the flourishing rule of the Spanish Dons, a road was built leading from Mexico City across the Rio Grande. The highway, El Camino Real, leads through the desert, passing one by one the twenty-one missions built by the Padres and also the large haciendas and ranchos of the Dons. Finally it passes through Los Angeles and ends on Market and Third Streets in San Francisco, covering, in all, a little over seven hundred miles. Early in 1769 Father Serra �The Delphic 37 started the first mission. From the one. twenty more were built, along- this high­ way. Many of these, works of beauty, have been restored and are still used, in spite of being one hundred and sixty years old. El Camino Real is fast becoming a modern highway, but the guide posts that point the way are still the quaint mission bells that Father Serra. with the help of his Padres, put there, and they still tell how many miles to the next mission. These bells are not merely used as guide posts but as land marks and testimonials to the work of the Franciscan Padres, who were the pioneers that settled Cali­ fornia. in 1769, with Father Serra as their leader. —Suzanne Marden, Upper I. Wander Song Oh, how I long for foreign parts! Oh, how I long for billowing seas! With the green that changes to sapphire blue, And the whitecaps tossed by a stiff sea breeze. Oh, where can I match the joy that comes From listening to the sea-gull's cry. And filling my soul with wondrous thoughts. As I watch the boundless sea and sky! Oh, England’s a jewel, small and rare. And America’s great and free, And Switzerland fills my soul with joy, But give the world to me— And let me wander where’er I would, With time and a little gold, And I would listen and watch and grow. And travel, till I was old. And I would come back o’er land and sea, And half way round the earth. For, though I could travel on with joy, I would die in the land of my birth. —Helen Drill, Upper II. �m,, i 38 The Delphic The Destruction of Pompeii In the ancient city of Pompeii, There lived a couple old and gray, The man was a fisherman, so they say, That fished by the sea, the live-long day. One day when the city in quiet lay. A rumble and growl broke the still day, The fire and lava from the mountain was spit For the god of the mountain was having a fit. The rich threw their wealth and jewels within, With the hope that the god would forgive their sin ; But he would accept no sacrifice And kept destroying by his own device. The fisherman was trembling and shaking with fear, Begging for mercy, so frantic and queer. Still, god Vulcan would not cease his roaring, Down the sides of the mountain the lava kept pouring. The fisherman’s wife had no jewels to take, With the greatest of haste a fried egg she must make. A long time later, so they say, She was found frying an egg in ancient Pompeii. —Edytiie Koiilhase, Upper II. I �{ ; I ] 1 1 f \ I ; �1; �The Basket Ball Team FIRST TEAM Center Side-Center Forwards. . Guards.... ................................................Betty Butler ............................................Dorothy Insley Grace Nelson, Sally Reed. Nancy Nevins ....................Jane Grahame, Sally Cannon SECOND TEAM Center Side-Center Forwards. . ...................................................... Barbara Jenning ......................Betty Lou Hudson, Daria Sangster Mary Beckwith, Virginia Insley, Mildred Roberts YELL LEADERS Genevieve Woodard Jane Dutton �I;:1.'. I 40 The Delphic Basketball Much enthusiasm was shown for Basketball this year. There were a great many excellent players. After three months’ practice, during which time many players showed marked ability, the teams were selected. Grace Nelson, the team’s star forward, was elected Captain. The success of our yells this year was due to Genevieve Woodard and Jane Dutton, who were elected by the Student Body. * * * First Game of the Season The first game was with the Academy of the Holy Child on February 19. The game was very exciting, especially the first half. The other team started out by making basket after basket. During the third quarter, however, our girls rallied, and at the close of the game the score was 21-31 in our favor. After the game the Academy served refreshments to the teams at a table decorated in our colors. * First Game With Reed College On February 29 we played Reed College on our own floor. If there are people who become excited over football stories when they have “one minute to play.” they certainly would have grown excited over our game. It was one of the hardest games we have ever played because the teams were so evenly matched. In the last minute of the fourth quarter Reed was two points ahead of us. Just as the time was almost up one of our forwards made a basket bringing the score up to 24-24. Grace Nelson and Sally Reed played a wonderful game. Return Game With Holy Child Academy The second game with Holy Child Academy was played February 26. It was not so spectacular as the Reed game, but it did not lack for interest. The score was 9-55 in our favor. In our “new dining room” after the game we served sandwiches and punch to our opposing team. i �.......... ................. The Delphic 41 Return Game With Reed College We played the last game of the season on March 9. We were by no means confident that we would win, as our last game with them was so close, but at least we knew now what to expect. The game was almost as thrilling as the one be tore. In the second half our girls had almost perfect team work, We won with a score of 26-36. A great deal of our success this year was due to the splendid way in which the Student Body turned out for the games. We owe much of this to our popular yell leaders. Class Games There was more rivalry this year in class games than ever before. The Juniors and Seniors had to play off a tie three times in order to see who would play the Sophomores. Finally they had to draw, and the Seniors came out the lucky ones. In the Sophomore-Senior game, the Seniors won. Tennis The tennis cups were contended for with much enthusiasm last spring. In the Beginners’ division Betty Holman won the cup. The Junior tournament had thirty-two entries. Jane Grahame came out the victor after many exciting matches. In the Senior division, Elizabeth Hawkins and Sally Cannon reached the finals by defeating Sally Reed and Josephine Smith, respectively. Sally finally won with a score of 6-4, 4-6, 7-5. In the doubles. Bets Hawkins and Sally Cannon de­ feated Sally Reed and Jane Dutton. For the Boarders-Day doubles the above victors defeated Mid Roberts and Jo Smith. The prospects for tennis this spring look very encouraging. There are many who have signed up, and the tournament has already begun. Finals are scheduled for May 10, if “Old Man Weather" keeps on our side. Baseball Baseball has always been a popular sport with us, and this year we intend to play Reed College. Mrs. Knapp has not yet selected the team, but many girls are trying out, and there is a great deal of material for her to choose from. We also hope to have some class games in baseball. �s \ 42 Ti-ie Delphic Fencing A new branch of athletics was taken up this year, that of “fencing." Eighteen girls entered this interesting sport. The class has been held twice a week, and we have looked forward to it with much enthusiasm. Mrs. Knapp has been our able instructor. * ❖ * Riding Horseback riding has always been a favorite sport at the “Hall.,” especially among the boarders. Of course the day girls ride too, but the boarders usually go in a group and have a class of their own. Many of the girls who just started this year have become quite accomplished riders. * ❖ * The Athletic Association During the past year we have made another stride in athletics—the organiza­ tion of the Athletic Association. We have organized this association to inspire more school spirit and to handle matters relating to athletics in a more systematic manner. Regular dues eliminate the difficulty we had formerly, that is, a con­ tinual demand for small amounts of money. Basketballs, tennis cups, and re­ freshments for visiting teams we now purchase with money in the treasury. In the past we have not been able to have fencing because of the expense, but this year the Athletic Association has made it possible because it provides all equip­ ment except foils. Not only has our Association been helpful in these matters, but the larger turn-outs for the games show an improvement in our school spirit. i \ i ; : i : : \ ' ■ ; ; ■ �; ' o / ,A 0 TA U o TEt\_n 0 Vy»riTEf( rm 3 mi 03 tv.cr^*- �; : . ■; ' i ;; f i i. ■ m i[l ; . i£ �m ■ ■ The Delphic .................................................................. 43 i! IIIIIIIIlllllllllUliiiHiiiiu The Calendar September j School began. There were a great many new girls and also a number of new teachers. October n We were given a talk on fire prevention by a Portland fireman. October 15 Mayor Baker awarded prizes to Mary Lueddemann and Betty Keatinge for best essays on fire prevention. October 11 The annual Old-Girl-New-Girl party was given at B’nai B’rith Hall to initiate the new girls. We had the traditional refreshments—cider, apples and doughnuts. Mildred Roberts and Jean Morrison, dressed as Raggedy Anne and Raggedy Andy, took the first prize. I; October 29 The Boarders gave their first dance. ■ ii-i A°Armi<stice Day exercises. Trees were given as usual The program included r patriotic songs, recitations, and a talk by Dean Ramsey. Refreshments followed. 1 !l November 13 “at home” to the mothers. Although we Sister Superior and the teachers were entertained. The Seniors and had unusually stormy weather, a large crowd was Juniors assisted the hostesses. November 21 f Colorado, who was here a We enjoyed a talk in Chapel by Bishop Joinso n 0 week conducting Mission services at Trinity urc November 22 .. in the “Merchant of Venice. We were excused early to go to see George t r 1SS “Merchant of Venice” or For the benefit of those of us who had not stu ie ^ summary of it before we had forgotten about it. Miss Thompson ga'e 1 went. November 28—December 3 Thanksgiving vacation. of Stratford-upon-Avon . She gave December 10 We were visited by Mrs. Archibald^"^also of members of the company of last year, are us a most interesting description 01 ^ ower.^ who visited us Shakespearian players which she and 1 rsponsoring in this country. lX. ■ _ i 1: �44 The Delphic .......... .... ......... . ....... ................................................................................................................................. "".........................*.......................... .............Mill........ . December 12 cafeteria luncheon to raise money for the coffee service The Seniors gave a that we gave Sister Superior. December 13 The Boarders gave their annual Christmas Cantata. December 14 The Glee Club gave its annual recital. December 19—January 5 Christmas vacation. January 24 The Right Rev. John Gardner Murray of Maryland, Presiding Bishop of the Episcopal Church in the United States, talked to us in Chapel and then gave us a half holiday. January 23 A number of us went to the consecration of the Reverend Thomas Jenkins at Trinity Church. He was made the Missionary Bishop of Nevada. i February 9 I he Boarders gave their second dance. Everyone had a wonderful time. February 19 The first basketball game of the season was played at the Academy of the Iioly Child. The score was 21-31 in our favor. February 22 We did not have a holiday, but we enjoyed a program in honor of Washington’s birthday. February 29 Reed College came to play us. It was an unusually exciting game, which ended in a tie. March 5 yer, Isabelle Chandler. Maxine Clyde, ered their essays on the Constitution. Julia's essaj The 0ngm of the Constitute -ion,” Eean Ramsey, Mrs. W. W. Gabriel, Dr. was judged the best. The judges were Aragon, Mr. Sanderson Reed, and Mr. Palmer Fales. March p ourfavofad6my °f tHe Ho]y Child came over to play us. The score was 9-55 in ! �45 The Delphic ......... iiniiiiMUiiiiini'tHiiiiMiiiiiiMiiiiMi'niiiiiiiiiiMiiiiiiMiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiniiiiiiiiiiiiiiitiiiiiiiiiiiMiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiilliiiilliiliiiiiiiiHiiiiliiiiiiiiiliiinMUiiiiiiiiiMiiiiiiiiiliiiiiiiiiiiniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiriiiU March 12 Bishop Sumner conducted Confirmation services. March 14 We played the last basketball game of the season at Reed College. We won with a score of 26 to 36. March I4~I9 Spring vacation. March 27 Baptismal services. March 28 Maundy Thursday. At 8:00 o’clock the Bishop celebrated Holy Communion. Later we awarded prizes for Lenten dresses to Lois Katherine Jones, Kva-Jane Erwin and Evelyn Keyt. This year the dresses were sent to Nevada and Alaska. April 5 ’ Sister Superior, Mrs. Knapp, Miss Houk, and a party of the boarders went to Mt. Hood. After hearing what a wonderful time they had the rest of us were sorry we missed it. April 8 . • • tt r t Mr. Spencer of the University of Oregon paid us his annual visit. lie discussed courses offered by the University of Oregon and the Oregon State College. April 16 The Seniors gave another cafeteria luncheon to raise money for the drinking fountain which they gave the school. April 18 He talked to us about physical, intelBishop Lawrence of Boston visited us all interested in the fact that he had lived lectual and spiritual reserves. We were and had known Oliver Wendell next door to Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Holmes and General Grant. April 19 Constitution in the District Number Julia Metcalf gave her oration on the the only girl among the eight Three finals at Oregon City. Although she was orators, Julia won first place in the contest. APril 26 . ■ u ^ 'Ribbon Sumner presented Louise Holford At an impressive service in chape , February 9th Louise helped her with . gold cross and brother rescue a throaBh ,ce Lake Oswego. �The Delphic IIIHIIIMIIII'IIIIK 46 ............... ............mi.................................................................... ........................................... ..... Boarders’ dance of.!,« season was green. May 4 ........ . As”“,io" tio't mbm awarded the pin given to a Brodie and Virginia Insley received honorable mention. s*: May 7 The Glee Club presented The F.cast of the Red Corn. Miss Caroline Schott, a graduate of St. Helen's Hall, played the part of the Queen. Mrs. Mable HallSmith was the musical director and Miss Isabelle Stout was the dramatic coach. May S The Boarders presented a Cantata. A number of the Days were guests of the Boarders over night. May p Ascension Day. The Boarders sang the choral service. May io I he final tennis tournament was played, after which the new girls entertained the old girls. May 22 The Juniors gave the Seniors a delightful luncheon at the University Club. Patronesses of the affair were ^liss Frances Spaulding, Mrs. Walter Taylor Sumner. -Urs. J. J. Roberts, Mrs. Carl Denton, Mrs. Edward E. Brodie. June i 1 he Lower School presented a delightful entertainment in the afternoon. Die Jumors gave the Seniors a dance in the new building. June 2 Bishop Sumner delivered his Baccalaureate Sermon to the graduates of St. Stephen's Cathedral. Afterward the new Seniors entered into their duties by assiting at the luncheon served to us at school. The class picture was unveiled with appropriate ceremonies ’ and tlle DelPhies were distributed. S ■ ; June j The Seniors presented ‘*tl n , play was directed by Miss Isabell '°gtd'Natured Man>” by Oliver Goldsmith. The June 4 Commencement. J �Ti-ie Delphic ill'"'""".... mu mini mi hi mi mini m i m in*......................mu........... ........................................................mi 47 """".............................................................. ................................. .............. .....................mu TO ll"A SnfertaLinne rit The Old-Girl-New-Girl Party Our Old-Girl-New-Girl Party was given again this year at B’nai B'rith Hall and was a huge success. As usual, during the grand march, the Sisters and some of our teachers judged the costumes. “Mid*' Roberts, and Jean Morrison carried away first prize, impersonating Raggedy Anne and Raggedy Andy. Other prizes were awarded Betty Jane Collins and Laura Ellen McKallip, cleverly dressed as ducks, Phoebe Greeman and Margaret Mortensen. impersonating the Smith Brothers, and Sally Reed, Marjorie Mautz. and Jane Pales, dTessed in costumes of the “Gay Nineties”. St. Mark’s Girls’ Friendly Society Party The St. Mark’s Girls' Friendly Society entertained the Boarders at a Hal­ lowe'en party given in the Parish House on October seventeenth, The evening was spent in dancing, and during the intermission there were several featuies. The boarders appreciated the pleasant evening given them by the St. Mark’s Girls. The Boarders’ Dance The Boarders gave their first dance of the season on October twenty-seventh. Everyone admitted that it was one of the best dances ever given at the ITall. Wallace Graham’s orchestra furnished the music. Later in the evening we went to the dining room, where sandwiches, cake, ice cream and coffee were served. Miss Thompson and Miss Groth were our delightful patronesses. The Teachers’ Tea The annual Teachers’ Tea was given on November fifteenth. Everyone seemed to have a delightful time, and not only did the parents and teachers make new accjuaintences but renewed old ones. �48 The Delphic miiiiiililiHiHiiilliiiii On January twenty-third, Deaconess Newall gave an interesting talk on the schools in Mexico. She told us many things concerning Mexican girls. We are certain, since we have heard Deaconess Newall talk, that we have a much better understanding of Mexican girls. On January twenty-fifth a group of the Church girls went to Trinity to the consecration of Dr. Jenkins, Missionary Bishop of Nevada. It was an event that we shall all remember. Boarders’ Dance On February ninth the Boarders gave their second dance of the season, It proved to be a very successful dance in spite of the fact that we were disappointed because our Sisters could not be there. Mrs. Knapp and Miss Groth were our patronesses. The Boarders’ Trip to Mount Hood A group of the Boarders went to Mount Hood on April fifth to enjoy the winter sports. We arrived at Battle-Axe Inn late Friday afternoon. After having dinner we went skiing and sliding. Saturday we spent most of the day coasting, until we left for Portland about three o'clock. Sister Superior, Miss Honk, and Mrs. Knapp chaperoned' the party. The Right Rev. William Lawrence, former Bishop of Massachusetts, addressed us in our chapel on April eighteenth. The subject that he chose for his address was “Reserve.” In this very worth-while talk he stressed the fact that the person who is successful is the one who has a reserve of physical energy, of intellectual knowledge, and of spiritual strength. The Boarders’ Beach Supper Sister Superior gave a Beach supper to the Boarders who kept their silence Good Friday. A group of the Hill boys went with us. We had our supper at the Meyers’ cottage on the Sandy River. After supper we returned to the Hall, where we danced for the remaining part of the evening. Everyone had a wonder­ ful time, and we are very grateful to Sister Superior and also to Mrs. Meyer, who has generously given us the use of her cottage many times this winter. 1 i 1 �DID GIRL N0TE.5 ��..... . ................ IIIIIIIIIIMIIMMMIMIHIIIIIMIIIMIIII ......... 49 The Delpi-iic iiimimimmimimimiiiiiimmimmimmiiim iihiiiiiiIIIIIMIU'imiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Old Girl Notes ’20 Mrs. Severin Harkson (Doris Henningsen) has a little son born on the first of April. ’21 Elva C. Mervy will conduct a tour through Central Europe this summer. ’22 Catherine Overbeck is teaching French at the Hall this year. ’23 jean Muir has spent the winter in Florida. Anne Wentworth has recently announced her engagement to Ralph Staley. ’24 The marriage of Irene Brix to George Altstadt took place April the third. Mr. and Mrs. Altstaclt are now making their home m on anc. ’25 Mrs. Jack Crandell Watson ( Beverly Roberts) has a baby boy named John Roberts. Alexander Sargent was announced The engagement of Catherine Martin to this spring. Mrs. T. A. Cubbage (Marjorie Mariner) with A recent visitor at the Hall was her young son. Charles Frank. returned from Europe and is again attending Edna Ellen Bell has recently the University of Oregon. in Mrs. Altstadt’s wedding. Matilda Bowman was the attendant m ’26 ; k _ . Thomas Mahony took place in Honolulu The marriage of Helen Spencer to . c^ter had been spendthis February. Helen, with May Belle Allen and Marion Statter. ing the winter in Honolulu. Helen Hembree will leave m J une where she will study dramatics. j Kansas City Conservatory. �! ■ ■ i I 50 The Delphic iiiiiiiiiiiiiMiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit Phyllis Henningsen has returned from a six months' visit in Shanghai. Ardelia Haradon has been visiting her sister, Mrs. Richard Montgomery. Her home has been in Berkeley for the past year. Nancy Carpenter was married to Robert Farrell, Jr., on the twenty-fourth of April. Mrs. N. E. Jarman (Katherine Moore) has a small daughter. Phyllis Ann. The marriage of Margaret Flail to Wade Newbegin was an event of last winter. ’27 Mary Malarkey and Deborah Ball are at Smith College. The marriage of Serena Morrison to Thomas Van Leer 1 lines was announced last summer. Mary Elizabeth Wheeler is at Wellesley this year. She holds the offices of Corresponding Secretary of the College Government Association and Recording Secretary of her class. Geraldine Kirby is at home in Portland this year. Chauncey Devereaux is on the managing staff of the Bess Whitcomb Players. Dorothy Livesley is attending National Park Seminary in Washington, D. C. Jane Ladd was married to Earl G. Tormey in June. ’28 A ; ; ■ Jeanne Knapp, Helen Kaufman, Janice Hedges. Myrtle McDaniel. Elizabeth and Esther Kaser, Elizabeth Ann Johnson. Harriet Arenz. Nancy Thompson, and Jean Adix are attending the University of Oregon. At the University of Washington are Mary Helen Carr and Barbara Jane Averill. Louise Hoi ford and Betty McRobbie are students at the Portland Art School. Katherine Briggs is taking a post graduate course at Anna Head’s School in Berkeley. Helen Adelsperger is at National Park Seminary in Washington, D. C. Janet Wentworth and Emma Johnson are at Radcliffe College. Both won scholarships to Radcliffe during their senior year at the Hall. Elizabeth Hawkins is vice-president of the Freshman Class at Leland Stan­ ford University. Dorothy Rogers is at home in Portland. Virginia Holland is attending Scripps College at Claremont, California. Maxine Bennett is studying dancing in New York. Mildred Peterson is making her home in San Francisco. �The Delphic 51 ItTpOr^an The Delphic wishes to acknowledge I he following exchanges: “St. Katherine's Wheel”—St. Katherine’s School, Davenport, Iowa. “Blue Print”—Katherine Branson’s School. Ross, California. “Memoirs”—Grant High School. Portland. Oregon. “Matric Annual”—King Edward High School, Vancouver, B. C. “Adjutant”—Hill Military Academy. Portland, Oregon. “Blue Pencil”—Walnut Hill High School, Natick, Massachusetts. “Academia"—St. Mary’s Academy, Portland. Oregon. “Matric”—King Edward High School. Vancouver, B. C.: Your magazine is well organized, and its variety of material is worthy of praise. “St. Katherine’s Wheel”—St. Katherine’s School, Davenport. Iowa: You have a well-developed portrait department, and we found your diary very i:iteresting. “Blue Pencil”—Walnut High School, Natick. Massachusetts: The short stories are excellent. Among your stories we particularly enjoyed “Once Upon a Time" and “The Pirate's Bed”. “Blue Print"—Katherine Branson’s School, Ross, California: Your stories and poetry are interesting. Perhaps some notice of athletics would add to the interest of your publication. �52 The Delphic ......... MIHIIIMIIHIIIIIIIII""! IJS �¥ J0KE5 <J(s'1orriv»>n �V : . ■: v ■ . �i i The Delpi-iic 53 .......................... .......... ............."""................................. """"""....................... .............. I.IHIIII.il................ .................... ..................... HI,......................................................... .......... . 1 ATwater 0821 ! HENRY BERGER, JR. Studio of Photography ! BROADWAY AT COLUMBIA The Barn Teacher in Virgil Class: “What do you call those jars they put the ashes of dead people in ?” Brilliant Student: “Ash trays, I guess.” 1 1 i ! CAN YOU IMAGINE— Betty Bond liking Physics? Sally Cannon hating tennis? Eva Jane Erwin not fighting with Alma? She: “Where is your chivalry?” He: “I turned it in on a Buick. ’ Telephones—BRoadway 70S1-70S2 ! BRANDES CREAMERY WHOLESALE AND RETAIL Quality Dairy Products 123-125 A First Street PORTLAND, OREGON �The Delphic ihc miicioi School Drcc* for St. Helen’s Hall tailored exclusively by Olds & King’s. Olds & King’s is proud to up­ hold the prestige won by St. Helen’s Hall, one of the finest and oldest girls’ schools in Portland — by contributing impeccably tailored classroom and dinner uniforms. Also, our Collegienne shop is the mecca of every smart young girl for youthful, chic, after-school and vacation cos­ tumes. —Second Floor OLDS, WORTHAN RING �Tili: Delphic Paul C. Bates 55 K. V. Lively YV. E. Pearson BATES, LIVELY & PEARSON General Agents Insurance Brokers and YEON BUILDING PORTLAND, OREGON A.: "Did you hear that the Pope can leave the Vatican now?” B.: “Vatican? That’s a booh in the Bible, isn’t it?” CAN YOU IMAGINE— Connie Green taking the street car? Helen Hyde untidy? Jean Morrison failing to mention Elizabeth and Essex? “Fritz, your essay on ‘My Mother’ was just the same as your brother’s.” “Yes, sir, we have the same mother.”—Clezxland News. CLARKE BROS. Florists Compliments of FINE CUT FLOWERS FOR ALL Mautz Building and Investment Co. SOCIAL OCCASIONS Telephone ATwatcr 0102 150 Broadway near Morrison J �The Delphic 56 ...................... ........ ................. .........‘................................. ............... lllllllimilllllllilMMIIIlIKKMIlllMi .............. .......................................................................id".......................... imimnimii “6= y ‘TWSe.T.K.G-ill Gtr Booksellers^Stenioners^Offiee Outfitters™^ ^sFIFTIIa^d STARK* STREETS (^) u/ -5^- I m a stranger in these parts , said the I * nick cog-wheel amidst the Ford supply materials. ! *ENGRAVED=* : WEDDING ANNOUNCEMENTS CARDS, ENGAGEMENTS AT HOMES, ETC. STEEL DIE STAMPING AND EMBOSSING «i SOCIAL STATIONERY DESK ACCESSORIES LEATHER GOODS "Everything for the Office” Fifth and Oak Streets PORTLAND, OREGON 51 j �r Teacher: “What's all this noise I hear in study hall? Senior Proctor: “I’m keeping order. CAN YOU IMAGINE— Jane Dutton being sedate? Mary Lueddemann without Mary Moore? CURRIN’S FOR DRUGS f BROWN - BATES, INC. ] Don't forget — xve deliver Phone BEacon 0330 432 Montgomery Street I �■ ;; ■ : 58 The Delphic .............. ............................................................»"i........................... ! : £ J ! iv < Compliments J of the SLIMIIOIR. CLASS ! :< J % J; J J J J J J J ?i J '; < J l 3C 1; 4T; i i �59 The Delphic Ability to save a part of what one earns is a prime factor in any formula Q A $1 deposit opens for success, a Savings Account for you at this bank. The BANK OF CALIFORNIA Sixth and Stark Streets PORTLAND, OREGON Compliments of C. G. APPLEGATH is a time in T HERE the affairs of every business house when good printing should be used. That time is all the time. Established 1870 EXCLUSIVE FURRIER Portland’s Oldest Fur House 129 TENTH STREET Broadway 4548 JAMES, KERNS & ABBOTT CO. Master Printers Ninth and Flanders Streets PORTLAND, OREGON PORTLAND, OREGON ■ I �The Delphic 60 ... .......................ii.i.iiii'iiiin........................................................................... . = IL J Compliments ' of the J J JILJIMIIOIR. * CLASS t r I •: : i �I The Delphic Phone—MAin 131S HOLLYWOOD COSTUMERS Button and Pleating Shop MRS. SADIE DAVIS Buttons, Pleating, Hemstitching and Embroidery 509 Royal Bldg . Broadway and Morrison PORTLAND, OREGON TENMOR DERNGOOD COFFEE One of America’s Exceptional Business “ There is no Substitute for Quality” —hence ‘Northwestern Superiority CHAS F. Y/ALKER PRESIDENT A Rich, Full Flavored Coffee Guaranteed Fresh 61 .... Our Latest Book Move Your Future Forward FREE Upon Request 49c Lb. Roasted and Packed by COLONIAL COFFEE CO. NORTHWESTERN ^ScKool of Commerce JTJ 341 SALMON. AT BROADWAY PORTLAND, OREGON Miss T.: “In speaking of the Restoration Period of English literature, to the restoration of what do you refer?” E. j. E.: “The restoration of Queen Anne.” CAN YOU IMAGINE— Sue Sargent serious? Genevieve Woodard keeping quiet? . Debate Pupil: “Why shouldn’t the government use Niagara Falls for water power, and get back some of the money it paid to build the falls in the first place. Ro (2o. cJ“ Merchandise of cy Merit Only” �T H E D E LP1IIC.... .............. ...... ......... ......... .... 62 iiiiiiMiimmMiiiiiiiiiiiiiiMmMiiiiaiu minim.....iiniimiiiiimtii Compliments of the SOPHOMORE CLASS Teacher: “What time of the day was Adam born?” Student: "Just a little before Eve.” CAN YOU IMAGINE— Blanche Coe without a book? Mid Roberts without her violin? There is nothing that broadens one like travel, unless it is too many hot fudge sundaes.—Judge. THE BUSH PHARMACY Corner iith and Montgomery Streets "Franklin” "The world’s fastest road car3’ "The car with the airplane feel” Phone BEacon 6726 PORTLAND, OREGON braly AUTO CO. 14th and Burnside �63 Ti-ie Delphic llllfllHHIIIIIIHIIIIIIIIH nun mi* iniiiiiiii mi imii iiimmiiiiiiiiiiiii t mii tun iiiiiiMimiiiiiiiiiiiiiMuiitiiiiiiiiimiiiiMiiiiiii'MiiiiiiiiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiimM Graduation Gifts -A Fragrant Cedar Chest that can be obtained Walnut or Mahogany Veneers, a Boudoir Clock, or many other novelties of which there is a wonderful display on our Gift Balcony. \, HENRY JENNING & SONS vL> Washington Street at Fifth [ r 3S: v< II IR.W IIM = Ih O ID § OIM LITHOGR APHIN G PRINTING Safes Medals Blank Books Office Supplies Filing Cabinets Steel Road Signs Brass Signs, Badges ..................... .................. ................................................. .................................. .............mini..................... . Seals Steel Dies Street Signs Desks, Chairs Rubber Stamps Loose Leaf Systems Engraved Stationery iiiiimiiiimiimmiiiimiimmmimiimmiimmim.... .............. in..... mi |SV OFFICE FURNITURE AND STATIONERY . . . TENTH and MORRISON PRINTING PLANT AND FACTORY.................. . FIFTEENTH and GLISAN TELEPHONE BROADWAY 3144 .... PORTLAND, OREGON, U. S A. L>, <j <• �The Delphic 64 i Compliments of the freshman CLASS “Dear Miss”, wrote a particular mother to the teacher, “don’t whip our Tommy. He isn’t used to it. We never hit him at home except in self-defense.” —Herald of Gospel Liberty. CAN YOU IMAGINE— Helen Stratton not asking to be excused? Elouise Gilmore without a choice bit of gossip? “Do you like the talkies just as well as the silent movies?” “Yeh, I’m a sound sleeper.”—California Pelican. BEacon 4151 BEacon 4152 HAZLETT’S f! : ; ; : : GROCERY, BAKERY AND MEATS WE DELIVER THE GOODS HENRY WARD BUICK REPAIRING Our Motto: “Quality Goods; Right Prices” IT. C. WIT MAN, Meats 374 Eleventh St., corner Montgomery 111 THIRTEENTH STREET : �65 The Delphic v< v( v( slMONDs CIRCULAR SAWS O Quality- Servic ^ {Satisfaction * i V J I i ) n �The Delphic 66 MMIMIHIIIIIM Telephone BEacon 7381 PORTLAND INSURANCE CORPORATION General Insurance PORTLAND, OREGON YEON BUILDING Professor: What did you learn about the salivary glands?” Hayes: “I couldn't find out a thing, Professor. They’re so secretive.”—Life. i CAN YOU IMAGINE— Rhoda Holman with a boyish bob? Saville Riley without Elyse West? Teacher: “Rastus, what animal is most noted for its fur?” Rastus: “De skunk; de more fur you gits away from him de better it is fur you.”—Goblin. "AT THE HEAD OF THEIR CLASS” ARMISHAW’S SHOES 107 WEST PARK �Ti-ie Delphic 67 ................. “How much of human life is lost in waiting!” —Emerson One of the finer achievements of life is an intelligent savings program carried through to completion. The progressive stages are: Savings as a NECESSITY Savings as a PLEASURE Savings as a SCIENCE Savings as a SATISFACTION We invite you to make use of our banking facilities The WEST COAST NATIONAL BANK “In the heart of the financial district” PORTER BUILDING W PORTLAND, OREGON "Is your son's education at college of any real value?” “Yes, indeed. It lias entirely cured his mother of bragging about him.”— Pennsylvania Punch Bowl. Floorwalker (at 1 A. M. to burglar in his home): “Silverware? step this way.”—Boston Transcript. Yes, sir : Jaywalker: “What’s the quickest way to the emergency hospital?” Cop: “Just stand right where you are.” Phone—B Roadway 1221 "Theres’ Distinction in Wearing Chumley Clothes” GRAY, McLEAN & PERCY BAKERS, CONFECTIONERS AND SODA FOUNTAIN SUPPLIES wVo'a ^out Hc>«Aor 48 1 Davis Street Portland, Oregon 309 Morrison St. 1 Postoffice Opposite :■ : �The Delphic 66 Telephone BEacon 7381 PORTLAND INSURANCE CORPORATION General Insurance YEON BUILDING r PORTLAND, OREGON Professor: “What did you learn about the salivary glands?” Hayes: “I couldn't find out a thing. Professor. They’re so secretive.”—Life. CAN YOU IMAGINE— Rhoda Holman with a boyish bob? Saville Riley without Elyse West? Teacher: “Rastus, what animal is most noted for its fur?” Rastus: ‘‘De skunk; de more fur you gits away from him de better it is fur you.”—Goblin. "AT THE HEAD OF THEIR CLASS” ARMISHAW’S SHOES 107 WEST PARK �I Ti-ie Delphic 67 iiimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiillilHIllliiiiiiiiiiiiHiioiiiiiliMiif “How much of human life is lost in waiting!” —Emerson One of the finer achievements of life is an intelligent savings program carried through to completion. The progressive stages are: Savings Savings Savings Savings as a NECESSITY as a PLEASURE as a SCIENCE as a SATISFACTION We invite you to make use of our banking facilities The WEST COAST NATIONAL BANK In the heart of the financial district” PORTER BUILDING PORTLAND, OREGON “Is your son’s education at college of any real value?" “Yes, indeed. It has entirely cured his mother of bragging about him."— Pennsylvania Punch Bowl. Floorwalker (at 1 A. M. to burglar in his home): “Silverware? step this way."—Boston Transcript. Yes. sir; Jaywalker: “What’s the quickest way to the emergency hospital?” Cop: “Just stand right where you are." Phone—BRoadway 1221 rfTberes* Distinction in Wearing Chumley Clothes” GRAY, McLEAN & PERCY BAKERS. CONFECTIONERS AND SODA FOUNTAIN SUPPLIES 48 1 Davis Street Portland, Oregon 309 Morrison St. Postoffice Opposite �The Delpjiic 68 ;§t««i&rrii ?W.58 5K ’Si §i£j5Ss»«!!Bi ■ : “Portlands Own Store" i A BOY’S ESSAY “Geese is a low, heavy-set bird, which is most meat and feathers”, wrote a lad of eight, when asked to write an essay on geese, in a school at Springfield. Illi­ nois, Continuing, he wrote: “His head sits on one end, and he sets on the other. Geese can’t sing much, on account of dampness of the moisture. He ain’t got no between-his-toes. an’ lie's got a little balloon in his stummuck to keep from sinking. “Some geese when they get big has curls on their tails and is called ganders. Ganders don't haff to sit and hatch, but just cat and loaf and go swimmin'." The lad closed his essay in the following esthetic thought: “If 1 was a goose. I’d rather be a gander.”—Morning Oregonian. BEACON 741G Opposite Public Library ■ We Will Please You ■ * f •: > 5 YAMHILL AT TENTH STREET �iiiiiniiiiiiKiiii'iiiMiifXiiiiiiiniiiimiimiiHUiHiui I I I I i i I I ! i ...aprs �The Delphic ....... 68 »ninii*iiinimiinin,*,®i®ni,,i®^! i1' s4L IIIIIMIIIlUHUHIIIIHMIlHlMm""'*"1 HI......... .. r^fcjs y§&0: flllllif U §1111 Wm!6Wf' 4 r* -— > "Portlands Own Store” A BOVS ESSAY "Geese is a low. heavy-set bird, which is most meat ancl feathers", wrote a lad of eight, when asked to write an essay on geese, in a school at Springfield, Illi­ nois. Continuing, he wrote: "His head sits on one end, and he sets on the other. Geese can’t sing much, on account of dampness of the moisture. He ain't got no between-his-toes, an’ lie’s got a little balloon in his stummuck to keep from sinking. "Some geese when they get big has curls on their tails and is called ganders. Ganders don’t haff to sit and hatch, but just eat and loaf and go swimmin’." 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E- 5&-.ft-.;ft^;- •'V -ft � 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 1929 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 1929. 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 1929 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_delphic1929-compressed.pdf School yearbooks; Students; Student activities; Student publications; Teachers http://archive.oes.edu/files/original/5eb83f8e830d1bc4562ea0209db9d82b.jpg 7a7ac572a5912d8e6afb2eb3ec978726 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 Objects Description An account of the resource This is a collection objects from the Oregon Episcopal School (OES). Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Oregon Episcopal School Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Oregon Episcopal School Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource All rights are reserved by Oregon Episcopal School. Conforms To An established standard to which the described resource conforms. Describing Archives: A Content Standard (DACS) Physical Object An inanimate, three-dimensional object or substance. Note that digital representations of, or surrogates for, these objects should use Moving Image, Still Image, Text or one of the other types. 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. stuffed animal Title A name given to the resource The OES Aardvark Mascot Stuffed Animal Subject The topic of the resource Aardvark School mascots Description An account of the resource In the late-1980s the student body at Oregon Episcopal School officially adopted the aardvark as the school's mascot. Pictured is a stuffed animal aardvark with a green "OES" ribbon tied around its neck. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Oregon Episcopal School Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource All rights are reserved by Oregon Episcopal School. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context oes_aardy.jpeg Aardvark; School mascots http://archive.oes.edu/files/original/2c9218656a0cc61b0f62e4ab3c88ac39.jpg ba5f89922afba9fd75fb3c87c9a1308b http://archive.oes.edu/files/original/4fa8ebd28e2fb23da831aa905f65e34f.jpg 04024f12e158fb6a289302285b0f7d88 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 Objects Description An account of the resource This is a collection objects from the Oregon Episcopal School (OES). Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Oregon Episcopal School Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Oregon Episcopal School Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource All rights are reserved by Oregon Episcopal School. Conforms To An established standard to which the described resource conforms. Describing Archives: A Content Standard (DACS) Physical Object An inanimate, three-dimensional object or substance. Note that digital representations of, or surrogates for, these objects should use Moving Image, Still Image, Text or one of the other types. 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. cloth badge Title A name given to the resource JoAnn Field's St. Helen's Hall Patch Subject The topic of the resource Students Description An account of the resource A St. Helen's Hall patch owned by JoAnn Fields. The front of the patch is blue with gold embroidered "HSH" with a cross through the middle of the "s". A gold embroidered circle encloses the letters and cross. The back of the patch lists JoAnn's name and identifies her as a senior. The patch was made by Robert Rollins Blazers located in New York, New York. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Oregon Episcopal School 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_badge_shh_front.jpeg oes_badge_shh_back.jpeg Students http://archive.oes.edu/files/original/977eeee39ca1b72f9b0654d2867fbe7e.jpg 48ce5cc916653393396dfd9e328d2836 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 Objects Description An account of the resource This is a collection objects from the Oregon Episcopal School (OES). Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Oregon Episcopal School Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Oregon Episcopal School Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource All rights are reserved by Oregon Episcopal School. Conforms To An established standard to which the described resource conforms. Describing Archives: A Content Standard (DACS) Physical Object An inanimate, three-dimensional object or substance. Note that digital representations of, or surrogates for, these objects should use Moving Image, Still Image, Text or one of the other types. 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. vinyl bag Title A name given to the resource "The Dagwell Falcons" Bowling Bag Subject The topic of the resource Student activities School mascots Bowling Description An account of the resource The item pictured is a bowling bag with a green front and back and a central zipper flanked in white. The front of the bag features in white type face "The Dagwell Falcons" with a falcon pictured in the middle separating "Dagwell" and "Falcon". Near the zipper Arthur Daret's name is written in capital letters. 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 circa 1960s 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_bag_dagwellfalcons_circa1960s.jpeg Student activities; School mascots; Bowling http://archive.oes.edu/files/original/865541422ae211d1cc979ed7bdc6f225.jpg 76bfb0aebdb6721c001bc6eac3f75a0b 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 Objects Description An account of the resource This is a collection objects from the Oregon Episcopal School (OES). Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Oregon Episcopal School Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Oregon Episcopal School Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource All rights are reserved by Oregon Episcopal School. Conforms To An established standard to which the described resource conforms. Describing Archives: A Content Standard (DACS) Physical Object An inanimate, three-dimensional object or substance. Note that digital representations of, or surrogates for, these objects should use Moving Image, Still Image, Text or one of the other types. 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. metal bell Title A name given to the resource The 125th Anniversary Commemorative Bell Subject The topic of the resource Bells Description An account of the resource Small metal bells were fashioned for the 125th Anniversary of Oregon Episcopal School. The bell features a blue sticker that states: "OES 125th Anniversary 1869-1994". The bell is bronze in color. 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 1994 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_bell_125th.jpeg Bells http://archive.oes.edu/files/original/3194026d909f06dfb2b9dd39c4f99772.jpg f9c86f91601292a9c70bdb75888cd9f7 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 Objects Description An account of the resource This is a collection objects from the Oregon Episcopal School (OES). Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Oregon Episcopal School Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Oregon Episcopal School Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource All rights are reserved by Oregon Episcopal School. Conforms To An established standard to which the described resource conforms. Describing Archives: A Content Standard (DACS) Physical Object An inanimate, three-dimensional object or substance. Note that digital representations of, or surrogates for, these objects should use Moving Image, Still Image, Text or one of the other types. 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. cloth patch Title A name given to the resource The Bishop Dagwell Hall Patch Subject The topic of the resource Students Description An account of the resource The item pictured is a Bishop Dagwell Hall patch. The patch is in the shape of a circle with "Bishop Dagwell Hall Scientia Lux Mentis 1965" embroidered in a circle surrounding an internal image. The image featured is a snowcapped mountain that resembles Mt. Hood with a blue sky and green pine trees in front of the mountain. 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 1965 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_dagwell_patch.jpeg Students