5 10 538 http://archive.oes.edu/files/original/1118e7a8e70ff36cfbc6b406136e9034.jpeg 6bc263bd8b60c2fff0f1e54fcda07a70 http://archive.oes.edu/files/original/0bff3fb9d80c6c43cdd59bc486f62508.jpeg 19e186c64d426739520d01ca7c4410aa 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 Photographs Subject The topic of the resource Students Junior colleges Junior college students High school student activities Student activities Teachers Alumnae and alumni High schools Photographs Description An account of the resource This is a collection of photographs from the Oregon Episcopal School (OES). Photographs from the 1880s-1960s are primarily of St. Helen's Hall students, events, and buildings. Photographs from the late-1960s onward include Bishop Dagwell Hall and, later, OES students and activities. 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 1880s-1990s Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource All rights are reserved by Oregon Episcopal School. Type The nature or genre of the resource Photographs Conforms To An established standard to which the described resource conforms. Describing Archives: A Content Standard (DACS) Still Image A static visual representation. Examples include paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type Text to images of textual materials. 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. photograph Title A name given to the resource Bishop Dagwell Hall Graduating Class of 1970 Subject The topic of the resource Schools Students Photographs Men School graduation Description An account of the resource Sixteen young men from Bishop Dagwell Hall pose outside. This group of men are the graduating class of 1970. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Lake Oswego Photographers Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1970 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_photo_000099a.jpeg oes_photo_000099b.jpeg Schools; Students; Photographs; Men; School graduation http://archive.oes.edu/files/original/1f4a39a717cacdb7fcc09cf5c7ac4a75.jpg 9c46ad28ac2fdfd555a77da5bb9bcfc5 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 Photographs Subject The topic of the resource Students Junior colleges Junior college students High school student activities Student activities Teachers Alumnae and alumni High schools Photographs Description An account of the resource This is a collection of photographs from the Oregon Episcopal School (OES). Photographs from the 1880s-1960s are primarily of St. Helen's Hall students, events, and buildings. Photographs from the late-1960s onward include Bishop Dagwell Hall and, later, OES students and activities. 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 1880s-1990s Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource All rights are reserved by Oregon Episcopal School. Type The nature or genre of the resource Photographs Conforms To An established standard to which the described resource conforms. Describing Archives: A Content Standard (DACS) Still Image A static visual representation. Examples include paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type Text to images of textual materials. 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. photograph Title A name given to the resource St. Helen's Hall Student Perform 'The Key of David' Christmas Play in 1964 Subject The topic of the resource Women Schools Students Photographs Student activities Theatre Holiday Description An account of the resource Stained glass windows present imposing background for "The Key of David" by St. Helen's Hall students. Windows in the Great Hall were created by students in school's art class of paper colored with crayon and treated with linseed oil to make them translucent. Shown, from left, are Lucilla (Diana Beebe), Rebecca (Jan Pennington), Mary (Jayne Lilles), Joanna (Ellen Hafner) and Miriam (Mary Lampson). Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Les Ordeman Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1964 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_photo_000134.jpeg Women; Schools; Students; Photographs; Student activities; Theatre; Holiday http://archive.oes.edu/files/original/328bd34ed7027c2e6c2278d802073914.jpg 7035b503e7f5d064b3da1ecd3ab23c5c 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 Photographs Subject The topic of the resource Students Junior colleges Junior college students High school student activities Student activities Teachers Alumnae and alumni High schools Photographs Description An account of the resource This is a collection of photographs from the Oregon Episcopal School (OES). Photographs from the 1880s-1960s are primarily of St. Helen's Hall students, events, and buildings. Photographs from the late-1960s onward include Bishop Dagwell Hall and, later, OES students and activities. 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 1880s-1990s Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource All rights are reserved by Oregon Episcopal School. Type The nature or genre of the resource Photographs Conforms To An established standard to which the described resource conforms. Describing Archives: A Content Standard (DACS) Still Image A static visual representation. Examples include paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type Text to images of textual materials. 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. photograph Title A name given to the resource Two Students with Toy Models at 1958 St. Helen's Hall Hobby Show Subject The topic of the resource Schools Photographs Students Children Student activities Hobby show Description An account of the resource St. Helen's Hall students Judd Moore and Jess Haitman show off their model airplanes and rockets at the 1958 hobby show. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Mather Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1958 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_photo_000246.jpeg Schools; Photographs; Students; Children; Student activities; Hobby show http://archive.oes.edu/files/original/d192f050cd3b8bf0f8bd693373bd5ec4.jpg 78e1b54a0637fe51c3bd71a2fd936749 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 Photographs Subject The topic of the resource Students Junior colleges Junior college students High school student activities Student activities Teachers Alumnae and alumni High schools Photographs Description An account of the resource This is a collection of photographs from the Oregon Episcopal School (OES). Photographs from the 1880s-1960s are primarily of St. Helen's Hall students, events, and buildings. Photographs from the late-1960s onward include Bishop Dagwell Hall and, later, OES students and activities. 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 1880s-1990s Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource All rights are reserved by Oregon Episcopal School. Type The nature or genre of the resource Photographs Conforms To An established standard to which the described resource conforms. Describing Archives: A Content Standard (DACS) Still Image A static visual representation. Examples include paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type Text to images of textual materials. 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. photograph Title A name given to the resource 1954 St. Helen's Hall Old Girl New Girl Tea Subject The topic of the resource Women Schools Photographs Students Alumna Student activities Outside Description An account of the resource Girls line up to receive punch at the St. Helen's Hall Old Girl/New Girl Tea out in front of the 13th and Hall campus on September 9th, 1954. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Mather Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1954 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_photo_000353.jpeg Women; Schools; Photographs; Students; Alumna; Student activities; Outside http://archive.oes.edu/files/original/fec2571141453773c498932e12e9e275.jpeg 5c80e40f234ffeb350767d18133817c9 http://archive.oes.edu/files/original/e9af31d45fb22e9334d365a347e150da.jpeg c84c3061e63f5c3276b7f31108621d47 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 Photographs Subject The topic of the resource Students Junior colleges Junior college students High school student activities Student activities Teachers Alumnae and alumni High schools Photographs Description An account of the resource This is a collection of photographs from the Oregon Episcopal School (OES). Photographs from the 1880s-1960s are primarily of St. Helen's Hall students, events, and buildings. Photographs from the late-1960s onward include Bishop Dagwell Hall and, later, OES students and activities. 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 1880s-1990s Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource All rights are reserved by Oregon Episcopal School. Type The nature or genre of the resource Photographs Conforms To An established standard to which the described resource conforms. Describing Archives: A Content Standard (DACS) Still Image A static visual representation. Examples include paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type Text to images of textual materials. 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. photograph Title A name given to the resource Portrait of Mary (Minnie) H. Couch Subject The topic of the resource Women Schools Students Photographs Pioneers Description An account of the resource A portrait of Mary (Minnie) H. Couch, a graduate of St. Helen's Hall. The back of the photograph states that Minnie Couch is from a pioneer family and aunt of Mrs. W.J. Burns. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Morse's Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1872 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_photo_000010a.jpeg oes_photo_000010b.jpeg Women; Schools; Students; Photographs; Pioneers http://archive.oes.edu/files/original/278de5a19894243090effd79df91d071.jpeg 02e82b134e90cf0b18fd5a1e23c76e99 http://archive.oes.edu/files/original/5d03ddb23ff2d5d4a99c8b2f4a64e27e.jpeg 813e145b5113bf781fe05a54eb2a3ba4 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 Photographs Subject The topic of the resource Students Junior colleges Junior college students High school student activities Student activities Teachers Alumnae and alumni High schools Photographs Description An account of the resource This is a collection of photographs from the Oregon Episcopal School (OES). Photographs from the 1880s-1960s are primarily of St. Helen's Hall students, events, and buildings. Photographs from the late-1960s onward include Bishop Dagwell Hall and, later, OES students and activities. 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 1880s-1990s Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource All rights are reserved by Oregon Episcopal School. Type The nature or genre of the resource Photographs Conforms To An established standard to which the described resource conforms. Describing Archives: A Content Standard (DACS) Still Image A static visual representation. Examples include paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type Text to images of textual materials. 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. photograph Title A name given to the resource St. Helen's Hall 1926 Commencement Procession Subject The topic of the resource Women Schools Students Photographs Commencement ceremonies School graduation Description An account of the resource This is an iconic photograph showcasing St. Helen's Hall women during the commencement procession. The photograph states: Dorothy Mautz on the left front, leading. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Norr & Vincent 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. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context oes_photo_000016a.jpeg oes_photo_000016b.jpeg Women; Schools; Students; Photographs; Commencement ceremonies; School graduation http://archive.oes.edu/files/original/88eaefc113bd6822a8911b2fc93ae183.pdf 10e35b4b3b671571e3c0e6f78be41eb9 PDF Text Text — rS > 4? ■: H :'A ! D V : : i 'A vy y ¥• 1 9 : i i i i -<2 *■ _r' Ko 1 :t• *% . I . '\:3S m . ■■ 4 ;• . ' ■ • ' . .. ;• ... - . -■ : ;; X '•r MtBfi . S %?<■' : •- var-i ' , ■ -•f. : ■r'*M vJ : -r ; . X• . ■ ■ l ■ , - .<4 ■ ■ .ilZri-i .( XV xxv:--' ■ Vr‘V •' . ?'\r *V' ' . •■■■■ f. •. • o£y ' ■ : �fir./ m.....v mSBS&Z-o*": :■ ���1 Delphic Staft EDITOR-IN-CHIEF....................................... ........Elva Mervy LITERARY EDITOR..................................... . . .Edna Burton ASSISTANT LITERARY EDITOR.......... KALENDAR........ ............................................ . Edith Chandler Elizabeth Patton EXCHANGES....................... . .Thyra St. Clair ........Janet House BUSINESS MANAGER............................... ........Laura Reed OLD GIRL NOTES..................................... ADVERTISING MANAGERS \ Adalyn Mayer I Dorothy Carpenter CLASS REPORTERS SIXTH FORM FIFTH FORM FOURTH FORM THIRD FORM ( Helen Winter (. Florence Kuhn \ Margaret Boyer ^ Frances Spaulding ( Helen Lamar ) Bess Allen Jean Muir �Table of Contents Page. 5 Editorial................... 6 Tennis.................... On Seeming Wise .... To My Mother......... 7 To Our Seniors 8 Class History ......... Comparison Between the Florentine and the Venetian Schools of Painting .................................................................................. ^ .... 10 Dimp’s Problem ................................................... 11 The Firefly ..... 12 A Future Star ..................................................... 14 George Washington 17 Class Will ........................................... 18 As You Like It .................................................... The Mission of Santa Barbara........................... The Fairies in Our Garden................................. The Sweet Girl Graduate..................................... Class Prophecy ......................................... The Baby’s First Airing The Organ Grinder.............................................. The Broken Teacup ............................................. A Mysterious Box ...... ............ ........................... Contrast Between Macbeth and Hamlet.......... The Rising Bell.................................................... An Exciting Adventure in Our Lumber Camp. Adventures in Friendship....................... The $20,000 Coffroth Handicap........................ Poems by Mrs. E. L. Wood ..... Athletics .............................................................. Kalendar ............................. Old Girl Notes .................................................... Exchanges ............................................................ 20 24 ... 25 26 29 29 30 31 32 . 34 34 36 ..... 37 40 46 48 ..... 51 ..... 53 ��I DICI.I'll IC is published two times during the school year, Contributions arc solicited from all the students. Literary communications should be addressed to the Editor-in-Chief- Business letters ami subscriptions to the Business Manager. Subscription: $1.00 a year. VOL. 25 JUNE. 1921 No. 1 En Avant Tou.jours! Our class motto! What does that mean to us? Shall we think of it next month, next year, in all the years to come? Will our college life, home life, business life, or whatever life we shall choose, be moulded on “Onward Forever?” This motto means much to us graduating this year. For when we chose it, we all agreed to make it our standard for building up our lives, characters, thoughts, deeds and actions, if we do this, then we shall be advancing. For to go onward means to progress with the times, not in the sense of being up to date, but in the sense of growing spiritually and intellectually keeping our minds alert and ourselves young. We want to develop into thinking persons, not just women who accept things as a matter of fact and fall into the hum­ drum of everyday life. No! We want to keep our minds always thinking, our vision, always broadening, and looking ahead, and our enthusiasm always alive. �6 ■ i DELPHIC We have innumerable ways for mental advancement. For instance, we could resolve to read and study each year after we have finished school some different subject, think about it and 1 orm opinions. In doing so, we are keeping our intellects ever alert. Whenever we have an idea worth while for some club or organization, we should work it up into a definite plan which will be of some service to our community or college. To carry out these plans we must put forth all our vigor and strength and arouse the utmost enthusiasm in others. To advance spirit­ ually, we must live up to our ideals and principles, always keep­ ing them in mind. But should we cease for one day from our aim, then we would fall back, for there is no midway; we must either go forward or backward. In going onward, we must not let our thoughts of advance­ ment be purely for self, for then we would not be living up to the real meaning of the motto (the Knight Templars’ motto), •. Onward Forever” in service for others. TENNIS. Up to this year tennis has been played in the school merely for pleasure. But this spring the tournament has been formed, cups have been presented, and all the girls have become eagerly enthusiastic. Rivalry, without jealousy, has been aroused. Tennis offers unlimited advantages to one, not only physi­ cally but mentally and morally as well. There is no better game for good, free exercise than tennis, which takes one into the open air, brings the whole body into swinging, graceful move­ ment ; which makes one alert, quick witted, and trains his eye for accuracy. Entire concentration is necessary to the successful ten­ nis player. As in all clean athletics, one must be a good sports­ man and ever engage in fair play. In our tennis tournaments there is no place for the selfish individual; he plays not for himself, but for the school, in the spirit of good fellowship and unity. �7 DELPHIC ON SEEMING WISE. Whether it be true or not that the French, as a people, are wiser than they seem, and the Spanish seem wiser than they are, this distinction certainly is true among certain classes of men. There are people who have very little knowledge or judg­ ment, and yet wish to pose as having great intellects. They take so much pains to seem wise and to impress others with their wis­ dom that they make themselves ridiculous. Some appear so re­ served that they impress others with the idea that they know a great deal and yet are keeping back knowledge that they might express with regard to the subject under discussion. Some by signs and gestures attempt to convey much that they could say if they would. A shrug of the shoulders or a contemptuous sneer often defeats the most carefully prepared arguments. Some by loud and noisy assertion, others by ridicule, and others still by dwelling on small and unimportant details win the reputation of being wise. Such men nearly always take the negative side, for it is much easier to deny than to prove an argu­ ment. These seemingly wise are like men heavily involved in debt, who make a great show of wealth in order that their pov­ erty may not be discovered. A SENIOR, ’21. TO MY MOTHER. 0, mother of mine, so fine and true, I want to live to be worthy of you. A life as good, as worth the while; You’re all the world, dear; just your smile. — I.M. J.,’22. TO OUR SENIORS All Gracious! Grant to those who bear A Senior’s part, the strength and light To help them lead their steps with care In ways of love, and truth, and right. E. HOLBROOK, ’22. �8 DELPHIC CLASS HISTORY, *21. I The present class of ’21 was started in the seventh grade in 1916 with Edna Burton and Helen Winter. Then they little knew what a great class they had founded. The next year they were joined by Evelyn Thatcher, Elva Mervy, Dorothy Carpenter and Edith Chandler, who at first spent most of their time trying not to break rules and getting used to things. Then, their greatest ambition was to be a Senior. Thvra St. Clair came at mid-year and our class grew in fame and in numbers. We were just becoming used to bowing before Seniors and upper class girls when school closed and we were Sophomores. The next year the school celebrated its fiftieth anniversary and moved into the new building. Here we added Janice Parker, not yet laboring under the shadow of Bryn Mawr, and Laura Reed, whom we honored with the office of extorting class dues and other fees. At the same time Evelyn Thatcher was elected president of class ’21. This year the whole school celebrated the fiftieth anniversary with a pageant telling the history of the school from the beginning, in which the Sophomore class played its part. The following September we all returned with great dignity for were we not Juniors? More classmates were welcomed: Janet House, Florence Kuhn, and Adelyn Mayer, and Elva Mervy who had been away for a year, returned, By this time we had a large and promising class, and spent most of our time looking forward to the next year. By way of realizing that we were almost Seniors we gave the Senior class of ’20 a fine send off with a luncheon which we Juniors considered one of the greatest and most important events of the year. Our Senior year has been made eventful by the return of Elizabeth Patton to be graduated in our class; by the change of the Quarterly to the Delphic, which is now issued twice a year, for which we expect the Senior classes for years to come will thank us ; by the choice of a wise Delphic staff; by the attainment of great Senior dignity; and by the fact that the fatal number thirteen has greatly added to the fame of the thirteen members ol this illustrious class. CLASS SCRIBE. �DELPHIC 9 ■ COMPARISON BETWEEN THE FLORENTINE AND VENETIAN SCHOOLS OF PAINTING. The early paintings of the Venetian school differed little from the Florentine, save in color. But as art advanced, many differences became noticeable. There was slight study of the antique in the Venetian school. Nothing in the education of the Venetians called for the severe or intellectual. The Florentine treatment of the nude was always modelled after the Greeks and was of statuesque type, while the Venetian nudes were voluptuous. There was no revival of classic learning as in Flor­ ence. This revival of classicism was partly due to the intel­ lectual and social influences of Florence, and partly to the clas­ sic trend of the painters. There was a severity and austerity about the Florentine school, even when art was at its climax, It was never too sensual, as in the Venetian school, but rather exact and intellectual. Line and composition were thought by the Florentines to ex­ press abstract thought better than color. The Florentine colors are always cool and simple. The demand in the Venetian school was for rich colors. Line and form were not so well suited to them as color, the most sensuous of all mediums. Color pre­ vailed through Venetian art from the very beginning, and was its chief characteristic, Venice derived this color-sense and much of her luxurious and material view of life from the Mohammedan East. By the disposition of her people, Venice was not a devout or learned city. Religion, though the chief subject, was not the chief spirit of Venetian art. In Titian’s (of the Venetian school) pictures we do not find the same effort to portray spiritual feeling as in the works of Raphael, and others of the Venetian school. The Venetian pictures seem conceived only to represent a group of noble, tranquil and magnificently dressed �10 ’ DELPHIC people. In the Sistine Madonna of Raphael, we recognize a divine mother and child, and any one with a spirit of reverence would feel like falling on his knees before it; while in the Ma­ donnas and church pictures of the Venetian school the beauty was of such a physical type that one sees only the beautiful models garbed as sacred characters, well drawn and easily painted, but with little devotional feeling about them. In the Venetian school, landscape painting was practiced. The backgrounds of the pictures were wonderfully executed; sometimes they surpass the central subject. But in the Floren­ tine school the backgrounds were only a means of bringing out the principal subject, and not much attention was paid them. JOSEPHINE SMITH, ’22. DIMP’S PROBLEM Dimp Clemens sat on his mother’s back porch steps in quiet contemplation, which was a very unusual thing for Dimp. His teachers never saw him motionless, and his mother could remember of two specific instances, other than when he was sleeping; once when their neighbor’s little girl presented her dainty person, habited in a pink sunbonnet and apron, to ask Dimp to have luncheon with her, and, again, when he was caught in the act of putting a frog in the milk pan for the hired girl to find. The explanation of this unwonted inactivity was at the foot of the steps in the person of a small, white terrier, who wagged his tail in approbation and looked up at Dimp with imploring, yet confident eyes. Occasionally the dog glanced away in the other direction. The wagging of the tail would almost cease. Then his eyes coming back to the figure on the steps, the tail would vigor­ ously wag again. Dimp was solving a question of some import. Mr. Clemens had decreed that all dogs, cats, and other animals brought home by his son, must be taken care of by that person, and also fed by him with his own money. Dimp estimated his allowance and the cost of meat; the allowance sank into insignificance. There was only one solution—work. Work wasn’t so bad if it didn’t take a fellow’s baseball time. He visualized Bud Stevens pitching and fanning the fellows with squeals of the girls on the side lines— and himself home chopping wood and weeding the garden. Still, Saturday might be sacrificed. He could still give up Saturday and continue to enjoy life. �DELPHIC 11 His elbows on his knees, Dimp held his chin in the cup of his hand and looked at the dog. The white tail wagged faster; one ear came forward. The terrier turned his head sideways and regarded the boy’s face seriously. Presently Dimp leaned forward, took hold of the white ter­ rier’s fore paws and pulled him up on the step beside him. The one of the imploring eyes gave a contented wiggle and settled down with an expression of satisfaction on his face. The dog was pleased with all things in general, and particularly with him who scratched his nose. LEAH ESTELLE ROSE, ’22. THE FIREFLY What is that in the pine grove? A tiny, flickering light, That shines and darts in the darkness Of the softly gathering night. A gleaming jewel of fire, A sparkling, glittering gem; Set in the folds of twilight In a wondrous diadem. Floating hither and thither, With a start, a twirl, and a sway; Like a star dropped down from the heavens Trying to find its way. ’Tis a firefly with its lantern; A fluttering, dancing fay, Whose cheery light is a-twinkle Just at the close of day. Thank you, bright little fairy, For teaching me now, this night, Through the sorrow and grief of this planet To always keep cheery and bright. May I, when the days are dreary, And the nights are without a moon, Keep my little lantern shining Out through the mist and the gloom. PHILIPPA SHERMAN, ’22. �12 DELPHIC A FUTURE STAR. I am nearly seventeen. I have finished my Grammar and High School courses, so am fitted with the ordinary education. In two months I am going to start a career for which many girls will envy me. I envy myself in a little bit of a way. I am going into the “movies.” I can't quite believe it. I have heard people say, “What a shock it must be to her proud family!” and many other things like that. But I do not mind. I have to earn some money and as I have had this offer, 1 am going to take it. Now, I am going to tell you how it came to me. When 1 was told that because of financial trouble 1 would not be able to go to boarding school, as I had planned, 1 was for a moment disappointed. Then I commenced to wonder just what I was expected to do. Upon inquiry, I found a short course in a business college would be most advisable. I did not especially like the idea, but as I could see nothing else to do 1 immediately went to register. As I was entering the elevator of the building, I met an old friend of mine, who is a very fine photographer. He has taken my pictures for years and always with success. He stopped me, and said: “Louise Haughton! Just the person I am looking tor. I have been trying to reach you for days.” “You know we have sold our old home, and are living in an apartment now, so of course you couldn’t reach me,” I explained. “Were you coming up to the studio?” he questioned. His studio happened to be in the same building as the business college. “No, I am on my way to business college. Don’t you think I’ll make a model stenographer?” I asked, with a smile. “Never. But come, I want to talk with you,” he said, and with that we entered the elevator and went up to his studio. Then he told me of how he had sent my pictures to a director of a movie company who was a friend of his in New Y ork. The director had replied that I looked like a good subject and when he came to Los Angeles he would have an interview with me. It was quite a shock to me, but I stood it bravely, and went with Mr. Emerson to see the director, who had arrived a week ago. The interview was very interesting, and so was the trial photographing. I was very thrilled when I saw myself on the screen. I signed a contract and then went home to break the �DELPHIC 13 My news . On the whole, everyone was very happy about it. mother. She had brother was delighted, of course, and so was studied to be an actress, so she knew that since her own dream couldn’t come true to herself, it could come to her through her daughter. Father and Laura, my sister, were a little harder to console. “It’s not an honest way of earning one’s living! exclaimed father. “Any profession is honest, Daddy, if it is done honestly, I told him. “To think of an ordinary movie actress in our family,” moaned Laura. “It’s shocking!” “Forget it,” I said, “I’m not ordinary, and as for an actress, she is just as respectable as anyone else, if she has any head at All she has to do is to behave herself and mind her own all. business, squelch anyone she doesn’t want around and there you are.” “Oh, yes, it’s very easy to talk, but wait until it comes to really doing it,” replied Laura, “I don't see why you didn’t go in a respectful business position.” I gave up talking to her and went to my room to talk with mother, who always understands everything. “It will be very hard work, little girl,” she commenced. “Oh, Mother, I know, but think how interesting! I’ll be all the different people I ever wanted to be in my life!” “You must not forget your director, dear. You know, you will have to do 'ust as exactly as he wishes — and that wont always be very pleasing to you,” said mother. “Yes, I know,” I admitted. “That part won’t be very pleas­ ant, but then after I’m a real star, he won’t do anything that displeases me as much as when I’m only taking minor parts. “Perhaps not as much, but more than you expect, ’ smiled mother, knowingly. “Directors will probably be the largest thorn in your bouquet of happiness.” “Yes, I know it; at least 1 think I do considering what I’ve heard other people have said about them. But I’m not going to think of them, now. There are so many nicer things to think about.” After we had talked it over backwards and forwards, mother went out and I settled down in a big arm chair to dream of my future, which was to be so different from the one I had planned. MARION FARRELL,’22. i �14 DELPHIC GEORGE WASHINGTON • r ^Every year, on February 22, each girl is asked to write a theme on the • ife and character of George Washington. These compositions are rei.d before the assembly as part of the patriotic celebration of Washington’s birthday. The two themes printed below were considered worthy of a place in the Delphic. Many others were interesting and worth while, but space does no. permit of their publication.) The example of George Washington’s life and character is greatest inheritance. We owe him a debt of gratitude for laws he made, the victories he won, and for the founding oi government. But the influence of his character on Ameri­ youth can not be estimated. He was a man of such a powerful and vivid character that we hardly know in what capacity to admire him most. We sel­ dom think of him first as a soldier, in spite of his wonderful military career and its wonderful achievement; nor was he a statesman alone, but he seems to combine both of these char­ acters, and even more. His most marked characteristic was sound judgment and balance. He had great physical courage, and in the midst of battle he could give orders calmly. He also had moral courage. During the darkest hours of the war, with money gone and doubts on every side, his courage did not fail. He was deeply religious. He never hesitated at the most difficult task, and was always guided by his strict sense of moral right. The influence of his life has been felt through generations, and the reason that we celebrate his birthday, and write and read about him today, is that we may hand this wonderful influ­ ence down to posterity. JEAN MUIR, ’24. our the our can In reading a true life of George Washington, we find that lie was as human as the rest of us; he had his faults as well as In's virtues, but these faults he overcame by his great strength of character. This character is an example of one in which re­ ligion played an extremely important part, and it was through the teachings of a devoted mother that religion had its influ­ ence on the life of Washington. As a boy, he was taught hon­ esty, high morals, and respect and love for his elders; and throughout all his life his mother’s instructions remained in his �DELPHIC 15 mind to guide him, to strengthen him in doubt, and encourage him when disconsolate, His mother, the second wife of Augustine Washington, lived to see him become President, and it must have been with pride that she thought of her son. His father died when George was eleven. The life of George Washington needs no detailed account. He was born at Westmoreland, Virginia, in 1732, and there he spent his boyhood days in which we find an indication of the type of man Washington would be. Early he showed tendencies to truthfulness, as shown by many little stories, and early he proved himself a leader, for his companions always followed him in play and sought his judgment in a dispute. He lived exactly like the usual Virginia boy,—always in the outdoors, attended school and studied well; but the education in those days was lacking, and, through no fault of his, he was somewhat deficient. For mathematics he showed a liking and taught himself a great deal in that subject. Born of a military family, he desired to enter service; his half-brother, Lawrence, furthered this desire by procuring a position in the English navy. The boy George would have taken it, but here his love and obedience for his mother interfered when he realized that she would greatly miss him; so he gave up the idea and stayed with her. The next few years were important ones in Washington’s life, for in them the character of the man was moulded, At sixteen he set out to earn his own living. This he did by surveying the immense estate of Lord Fairfax. He made himself very skilled in that work, Next he devoted himself to negotiations with the Indians, and, having finished that, he turned to fight­ ing them and the French. Then began his military life which lasted for several years. First he was appointed adjutant of Virginia troops; then later commander of the Northern military district by Lieutenant-Governor Dinwiddie. For some time he was engaged in driving away the French from Pennsylvania; soon he was made commander-in-chief of the Virginia forces. After successfully carrying out his work, he resigned the com­ mission. He passed the next twenty years in retirement at Mount Vernon, which had been left to him by the death of his brother, Lawrence, who was a great admirer of Admiral Vernon and named the place after him. In this period Washington married �16 DELPHIC a widow, — Martha Custis. Little is known of his marriage except that it was a very happy one. Like other Virginian planters, he attended the legislature, where he made himself quite im­ portant by his ability to manage affairs and shoulder responsi­ bilities. When signs of war with England appeared, he was unanimously elected commander-in-chief of the entire American forces. His was the difficult task of disciplining the troops, but soon he had them ready for fighting. From history we know his next movements: his operation in the Jerseys, his attack at Trenton and Princeton, and Morristown, and finally the viclory over Cornwallis. Through all we see his military genius and his perseverence against many trials. With the war ended and affairs on a peaceful basis, he gave up his commission and retired to Mount Vernon, but the people would not let him rest. He was chosen presiding officer of the Federal convention, 1787, and after the Constitution had been drawn up, he was unanimously elected first President of the United States, and again in 1792 was re-elected, After fulfilling two terms of Presidency, he was offered the third term, but refused, and ever since all our Presidents have followed his ex­ ample. In 1797 he retired to Mount Vernon, where he passed the remainder of his days until 1799, when he died a peaceful death, much beloved by all who knew him. A true American in every sense of the word was Washing­ ton. Every interest he had was for the new country, of which he might truly be called “the father.” For so he was; he helped the new government through many trials, bringing it safely over many obstacles. Another man could never have done what Washington did. He was a born statesman, with a broad vision, keen perception, openness of mind, and a strong character of high morals established in his youth under his mother’s care. One of the greatest joys of the American people should be to visit Mt. Vernon and see the home of our George Washington. It is a beautiful place and overlooks the broad Potomac, which sweeps down majestically in front of it. Washington’s tomb is there, and it is with awe that one stands near it and thinks of the great man whom this country had for its first President. ELVA MERVY, ’21. �DELPHIC 17 CLASS WILL. We, the Senior Class of St. Helen’s Hall, do hereby will and bequeath our merits and good luck to the succeeding class, loping they will have as good a time managing and seeming mate­ rial for our honorable school paper, the “Delphic. Our sobiiety and serious mindedness we willingly donate to the sophomoies. We sincerely hope that the freshmen class may not end with the calamity of thirteen, as was the fate of the Seniors. Individual bequests: I, Edna Burton, leave my quiet manners and senior-like dig­ nity to Helen Holmes. I, Thyra St. Clair, willingly bestow my “giggles” to Peggy Boyer. I, Elizabeth Patton, leave my numerous love affairs to Esther Benson. I, Evelyn Thatcher, bequeath my dancing ability to Leah Rose. I, Adalyn Mayer, leave my promptness in managing to get to chapel to Virginia Edwards. -----'I, Laura Reed, wish that my last words be respected in ref­ erence to note books. / I, Florence Kuhn, honor Frances Ford with my “grammar.” I, Edith Chandler, leave my Caesar, Cicero, and Virgil to any pupil who can aspire to my fame. -j-1, Janet House, leave my fiery eyes to some good purpose. ^c-I, Elva Mervy, bestow my excellent editorship to anyone who is brave enough to undertake the task. -j- I, Dorothy Carpenter, leave my Physics drawings to be framed in the Hall of Fame. I, Helen Winter, leave with regret my wide acquaintance to the envious. -1, Janice Parker, hand on my worries over Bryn Mawr exams to Catherine Overbeck. We, the undersigned, do hereby set our hand and seal this 15th day of May, 1921. THE CLASS OF ’21. Witnesses: Janet House, ’21. Evelyn Thatcher, ’21. i i �18 DELPHIC AS YOU LIKE IT Once a noble duke was banished From his kingdom dear. And went to live, so history says, In a forest that was near. He had a child named Rosalind, Whose face was fair to see; Her cousin Celia lovely was, But not as fair as she. I These maidens loved each other dearly, As e’er two cousins could; They loved to walk together oft, But never near the wood. Then came Orlando to the court, The wrestler Charles to fight; And in a mighty combat there, Felled him with all his might. A nobler man you never saw, And finely built was he; He was in love with Rosalind, As one could plainly see. The duke banish’d Orlando then, And poor Rosalind, also. When Celia heard her coz had gone, Then with her did she go. They went into a forest near, And bought a shepherd’s house; Rosalind as Ganymede, And Aliena, his spouse. i Then did they see Orlando there; He saw those shepherds fair; A prettier pair you never spied In woods so cold and bare. �19 DELPHIC Gan’mede saw it was her love, And spoke to him straightway. “Good sire, what wish you in these woods On this, our wedding day ?” Then to the house the twain did go, And talked as some folks may; Then said Gan’mede to Orlando, “Let us love sonnets say. I will be your Rosalind, Let us love songs repeat; And I will cure you of this one,— You’ll learn to keep trees neat. Orlando’s brother Ol’ver came Into these woods one day; He had been saved from cruel death, So do some people say. Repenting of his cruelty, Oliver asked his brother home. Orlando’s love for Rosalind Caused him the woods to roam. Then Ganymede did tell Orlando That he would bring his love Into the forest that next day At the waking of the dove. Now at this certain time of day Ganymede appeared, Without Orlando’s fair Ros’lind, And for the worst he feared. Oliver loved fair Celia so; Orlando, Rosalind, too. Two other characters did wed,— Cupid had much to do. When happiness was at its height, A herald from the king Announced that Rosalind was queen; Then did they dance and sing. ROBERTA DOUTY, ’24. �20 DELPHIC THE MISSION OF SANTA BARBARA. I ■ From the bay, or crest of the range, the old Franciscan Mis­ sion of Santa Barbara at once attracts attention. Built of stone and adobe, painted white, it is outlined in bold relief against the neighboring hills, and commands a view of the entire valley. hrom every part of the town the twin towers and long wing are distinctly seen, while long after Santa Barbara itself is lost to view, as one follows up the valley, the walls of the church still remain in sight. Time and man have dealt kindly with the Mission, It is scarred here and there, and some of its older attributes of inter­ est have been lost. But the building presents essentially the same appearance that it did nearly a century ago. Standing beside the broad facade to which leads a flight of low stone steps, and listening to the noisy clanging of the trio of Spanish bells that are rung by Fathers dressed in the coarse woollen gowns of their order, one recalls the time when the church was a seat of power, and the Fathers were the temporal as well as spiritual rulers of the land. In early days their wealth was enormous and their power undisputed. The foundation of the Mission Santa Barbara had been con­ templated by Father Junipero in 1782. But by the death of that zealous missionary and other circumstances, its erection was delayed until 1786, when the corner-stone of an adobe church was laid by Father Antonio Paterna. The ceremonies, consisting of little more than the erection of a cross and celebration of Mass, took place on the 4th of December. The work of construc­ tion was at once begun, and in 1774 the building was completed. It did not have the proportions of the present Mission, which was not finished until 1820. The first church was hastily built, and was constantly being added to and improved. In 1806 it was injured by an earthquake, and in 1812 was nearly destroyed by a similar visitation. But repairs were at once made, and the original plans of the designers were executed as rapidly as possible. The work proceeded but slowly; for there were few skilled artisans, and the Indian builders had to be taught to cut the stone, burn the brick and lime, and make the mortar. The necessary stone was found in a neighboring canon, but the timber had to be brought from the mountains, forty miles away. �DELPHIC 21 Nearly all the California Missions were built after the same plan, being arranged in the form of a square, with a courtyard in the center. The church formed one side of the enclosure, and a long corridor supported by stone pillars, and covered by a low, red-tiled roof, the other. The two remaining sides were made by the buildings used as dormitories and workshops, and by a high adobe wall, Near the Mission, and forming a village of considerable size, were the cabins of the neophytes, beyond which extended the farms, vineyards, and olive-groves. The Indians were divided into squads of laborers, At sunrise the Angelus bell was sounded, and Mass held in the church. At its conclusion breakfast was had; after which the work of the day began. From eleven until two o’clock there was a recess, or siesta, during which dinner was served. The evening Angelus was rung an hour before sunset, when the Indians had supper and attended Mass; after which they amused them­ selves with dancing and games. The relation of the Fathers to the Indians was always paternal; they labored to develop within them the moral instinct, and taste for labor. In clear and forcible language they succeeded in making them compre­ hend some of the principles of the religion that was taught. To encourage faithful work in the fields the Fathers were accus­ tomed to distribute gifts among the laborers when the season of gathering the crops was ended, Persuasion, rather than force, was generally used, and as a result the condition of the Indians was radically superior to that usually enjoyed by a conquered race. To the refusal of a few of the Franciscans to obey the law for their expulsion is due the excellent preservation of the Santa Barbara Mission, It is in far better condition than any other of the numerous churches then built. The Padres never left it during all the years of their persecution. After their partial return to power they began at once to repair, as nearly as possible, whatever damage had been done. In late years the building has been still further restored, and is now presided over by a halfdozen Franciscans, who wear the coarse robes of the order, and conduct regular services for the benefit of the few worshippers who cling to the church of their ancestors. Restrained by the uicta of the Catholic Church, and limited in means, they pursue in quiet unobtrusiveness the dull routine of their daily life, and by their presence lend an additional picturesqueness to the �22 DELP II I C Mission which their predecessors worked so hard to build, and suffered so severely to protect. With shaven faces and closely cropped hair, sandalled and girded, they ring the Angelus from the towers, sleep in narrow cells, chant prayers at the altar, wander about their flower-grown garden, tend the few cattle they possess, and take solitary walks among the grass-grown orchards that were once the very models of neatness and of thrift. The story that they suggest is one tinged with melancholy. The order they belong to, which was once rich, is now poor; the power that was great, today is gone. When the towers that still stand beside the ornamental facade were finished, and the work of years was ended, the Mission was surrounded by a village of devoted Indians. Near by was a garden filled with trees, bearing delicious fruits; beside it stretched a vineyard which gave the Fathers a rich supply of wine, In front of the church, was a series of stone fountains, with round, deep basins, and carven images from which spouted streams of water brought from the neighboring canyon. It flowed from fountain to foun­ tain to the statue of a bear, and from the mouth of the animal fell into a reservoir of solid masonry, six feet wide and seventy long. Above the church an aqueduct of stone reached to a moun­ tain stream; in another direction was a tan-yard supplied with water that coursed along an aqueduct built on the crest of a high, thick wall. A little further up the hill was an adobe bath­ house, from the facade of which projected a lion’s head, whose open mouth gave forth a stream of crystal water; and not far away, again, was the Padres’ grist-mill, near which was another reservoir, twenty feet deep by one hundred and twenty square. Ornamenting different parts of the Mission were statues of Saints and Apostles, while crowning the apex of the gable and the tops of the towers were huge wooden crosses, before which the Indians were taught to bow. But the old perfection no longer exists. The village is in ruins, and only two of the many adobes now remain. Of all the fountains, only one is left. There is but a single reservoir, and that a small one; the aqueducts are replaced by a wooden flume; many of the walls have fallen; the gardens and orchards are dilapidated; a modern roof has replaced the ancient red-tiled one of the wing; the grist-mill and the statue of the bear have �DELPHIC 23 disappeared, and those of the Saints and Apostles are chippec and scarred. The Indians, once so numerous, have all departed. Only the main building, with a few of its riches, remains as it was originally built. And yet, the view of the valley and mountains, of the bay and islands, is as beautiful today as ever; and the church, sug­ gestive of a time so different from this, still has much of its former glory, and all of its interest, A fresh layer of mortar has robbed the facade of its ancient look, and, worse than all, of the swallows’ nests that used to fill every crevice among the stones; and a coat of red paint has somewhat changed the former appearance of the tower taps, But these innovations were necessary, and the interior continues to retain its delight­ ful mellowness. The church is long and narrow, At one end of the nave is the altar, guarded by a wooden railing, and at the other is the choir. On either side are two small chapels, each with its shrine and ornaments. Midway between them and the altar is a nar­ row doorway, opening into the cemetery; and from the sacristy to the left of the altar, one passes to the Padres’ garden. The nave is lighted by six small windows, set high above the wellworn floor. The walls are eight feet thick and forty feet high. The sacristy is a large room, and around the walls are queer old chests of drawers and cases containing a rich col­ lection of vestments and the various paraphernalia belonging to the church. Adjoining the sacristy is a smaller room, in which are many of the articles made by the Indians who were em­ ployed in building the Mission. The cemetery is limited in area, and occupies a space en­ closed by the east side of the church and by the high stone wall that borders the road to Mission Canon. The doorway leading from it into the church is somewhat below the level of the ground, and is ornamented with three human skulls and crossbones set in the solid masonry. On either side of the door are thick buttresses of stone, which support the walls and the slop­ ing red-tiled roof of the church. The ground is thickly covered with graves, and the sur­ rounding walls are damp and green with moss, Tombs have been built along the side of the church, between the buttresses, and also in other parts of the cemetery. In former years the Indians were buried in a common trench, defined by walls six feet apart. When this was filled the skeletons were exhumed �24 DELPHIC imd deposited in a little building occupying one corner of the premises. But few interments are now made, and the cemetery is overgrown and neglected, and an almost oppressive stillness lingers about the graves of the departed Fathers and the forgot­ ten Indians. Vines have crept up and over the outer walls, and swallows and doves have built their nests in the quiet nooks be­ neath the overhanging eaves. The garden of the Mission possesses charming originality of design and aspect. Wandering about the narrow paths that radiate from the center, where stands a splashing fountain, one is far away from what is modern America. It is filled with trees and flowering shrubs. Over the sides of the church and the high adobe walls grows the dark green ivy; far overhead rise the towers, with their clanging bells; near by is a corridor with open arches and red-tiled roof. Birds sing among the trees, doves flutter about the housetops; the air is laden with the perfume of roses and heliotrope, and, in midwinter, of orange, lemon and almond blossoms, The garden is sacred to man. No woman is allowed to enter it. It is the resting place of the Padres. In its shaded corners, the thick walls of their church sheltering them from the outside hurry of modern life, they are monks indeed, isolated from the cares of the world, dwelling in peace and quiet, kind, sedate, and in this prosaic century, picturesque and interesting. VIRGINIA PITTOCK, ’22. THE FAIRIES IN OUR GARDEN Our garden is just like fairyland. Along the stone wall are the hollyhocks and climbing roses, which seem to look down on the other flowers from their high seats of honor. I believe the black hollyhock is the king and the pink one the queen, for they are taller than the rest. The pansies in the large, round bed, directly in front of the wall, act as pages. They wear gay velvet­ like suits just like those in fairy pictures. Standing erect and obediently, along the other sides of the wall, are the zinnias and French marigolds. These are the lords and ladies of the court. Everyone is watching the fairy primroses in their bright yellow dresses, as they dance gayly on the soft green carpet of grass. F. E. S., ’22. �DELPHIC THE SWEET GIRL GRADUATE Along the wide, dim, old church aisle They march in slow, unbroken file, And, as these pure white maids appear, Each type of girl is present here. The quiet pensive miss demure, With downcast eyes and thoughts so pure, Will go thru life unseen, unheard, But many aid by deed and word. S' _ The J°Ny lass with manner sly, y And merry twinkle in her eye, / Will cheer all with her happy way, And help to keep this old world gay. The genius of the studious looks, Who's always delving deep in books, We'll soon find in the Hall of Fame, Where she will make herself a name. The butterfly comes next in train, Is winsome, dainty, flighty, vain; But many hearts she’ll surely win By her Eternal Feminine. The suffragette with head held high, And firm, determined step and eye, Will be the women’s champion, A rightly fighting Amazon. And so they each start out in life To meet with joy and also strife, But whatso’er shall be her fate, She’s now the Sweet Girl Graduate. PHILIPPA SHERMAN, ’22. 25 �26 DELPHIC CLASS PROPHECY The wind was moaning without and a dismal rain beat monotonously on the roof. Polly parrot was blinking sleepily. and my precious tabby cat was slumbering sweetly before the hearth. I had been thinking of my old classmates ’way back in 21. What happy days those had been! What had happened to the girls? Suddenly—buzz! buzz! came from my pocket where I kept my mentograph which picked up thought waves and trans­ mitted the messages. It was someone calling me. I answered and heard: “Ah, ha!” The person spoke with a British accent, and warned me to listen carefully lest she refuse to divulge what she knew of my old classmates. Edna Burton she spoke of first, and went on to tell of hei struggles to convert the savage Lilliputians of the Antartic re­ gions. Her latest effort, it seems, was to introduce Greek poetry into the kindergarten which she had established there. Then came the name of Dorothy Carpenter, followed by some name I could not quite make out; something like Corporal, I think. She had had a sad story; her husband had died while they were still at college, and our gay old Dot became the col­ lege widow. She had spent the remainder of her college life cheering sad youths on their way. Now she was presiding over a house for “Hopeless Mechanical Drawing Artists,’’ in memory of her beloved husband. Edith Chandler was mentioned next. She was carrying out the brilliant promise of her school days. From a small hospital where she received her training as a nurse, she had gone to New York, where she became one of the most noted doctors, famous for her work among the poor. The transmitter buzzed again and gave the name of Janetski Houseski, who was at the present time established, accord­ ing to the latest reports, at Moscow, Russia, Her brilliant career as soapbox orator in New York had been followed by a trip to Russia, where her ardent supporters rallied around to welcome her. In gratitude for the services she had rendered them, they generously presented her with the royal title and office of “Chief Cheese Server” for Trotski. The receiver clicked impatiently and then gave the name of Florence Kuhn, the proprietress of the fashionable “La petite Boutique pour la Femme Fastidieuse.” She designed her own �DELPHIC 27 l costumes and bonnets, and numbered the elite of society among her customers. Here the transmitter stopped. I thought that it had fi 11ished its message for the time, but no. In a few moments I heard, “I’m sorry to be late, but please excuse me.” Ah! Aclalyn Mayer—made her advent, She was happily esconsed in a beautiful West Side home in Portland. Here she welcomed a tired business man every evening, worn out from tramping back and forth on the main floor of a great department store all day. After feeding him well and laying out his dress suit (the mentograph continued), the customary question arises, “Hubby, dear, where do we go tonight?” and the reply inevitably comes, “What, again? Well, where do you want to go?” At this point the mentograph acted most strangely and transmitted queer words, which were most foreign to me. At last I managed to decipher the name of Elva Mervy, and then the unknown author of these communications went on to inform me that Elva had distinguished herself by introducing Esper­ anto, the new language, into a Western college, where she seems to have established herself after leaving our dear old Hall. Students came from far and wide to hear her talk and to converse with her in the new language. The mentograph suddenly grew impatient,—someone else was trying to make a connection. Then Helen Winter made her­ self known. She had made the name of Winter famous by her ballet dancing in a cage of wild lions. While traveling in Africa she had discovered that she had a wonderful power over wild animals. So the idea came to her to turn this power into a money-making proposition. She had captured twelve lions and tigers that had been under her spell ever since, On arriving in the States, the greatest circus in the country had presented her with a contract to sign. She had been with the circus since The receiver began to kangaroo hop and shake at this point, and I heard the name of Elizabeth Patton, the famous come­ dian, well known on the Orpheum circuit as “Jazzin’ Liz.” Her gallant strivings had made the heart of many a T. B. M. beat faster, and the eyes of many a little wife grow wide with fear, when her dear husband appeared too fascinated, Whoever would have thought of our quiet, saintly Elizabeth with her name in electric lights ten feet high on Broadway? 1 ; r ; V I r ! } , �28 DELPHIC But, list! On we must go! From whom do we hear now? The voice of authority is speaking through the instrument. Reed, the governor of Oregon, speaks. It’s really Lolly, our old Lolly, who now says what shall be done, and what shall not be done, in this State of Oregon. She has done many things to make school children ever grateful to her. One of these is the passing of a bill which declares that no school shall take up before ten o’clock, or let out later than twelve. Another bill is that no foreign languages shall be taught in the schools; and yet another, that no instruc­ tor should contradict a student. Next followed Thyra St. Clair, to whom grateful housewives extend their blessings; for our old schoolmate has become mar­ ket supervisor,—the one who drove the H. C. of L. far, far away. Every day she jaunts down to market and inspects every prod­ uct offered, lest some poor, innocent be overcharged. It was while in pursuit of her duties that she became inspired with the idea from which grew her wonderful invention, “The Bargain Hunter’s Friend.” Lastly, but by no means least, the far-famed name ol Evelyn Thatcher Van de Culver was spoken, When traveling abroad with her parents she had met and married her famous husband. At the time he was representing his country at the ^rreat conference at Geneva, which had been called together to decide the weighty question of how the cost of the trans-Atlantic bridge should be divided among the nations. In the meantime Evelyn had been purchasing gowns in Paris, and the modiste from whom she wanted a particularly gorgeous gown being at Geneva on a vacation, she pursued him there. On her arrival she had lost her way, and taking the house of the conference for a designer’s salon, had walked into a most embarrassing sit­ uation. However, the gallant Van de Culver had come to the rescue and the escapade resulted most happily, Here the un­ known voice died away, thus signifying that the person who had .so kindly picked up my thought waves had no more to say and I had to be satisfied with this meager information. �DELPHIC 29 THE BABY’S FIRST AIRING On my way home from school one day last fall, I saw a small object crossing the road, It was a mother squirrel carrying her baby. She was running on three legs, while with the third she held the little squirrel. The baby was a cunning little fuzzy thing with a beautiful fluffy tail. He had bright little black eyes that looked like buttons. The mother squirrel paused panting in the roadway and looked quickly around. She then scampered across the sidewalk and up the trunk of a large pine tree. She climbed to one of the higher limbs and there set the baby down so she could rest. The little one started to climb on up without his mother, and, oh, what a scolding he received! After a few seconds the mother squirrel picked up the baby again and went on her way. I held my breath at the daring leaps she made as she jumped from tree to tree, always alighting on the very tip end of the branches, causing them to sway up and down, and making me think that she would surely fall. I watched her doing this until she was lost to sight. FRANCES LUCRETIA EFFINGER, ’22. THE ORGAN-GRINDER Every morning an old man appears in the street with a hand-organ, a cup and a funny monkey. The monkey wears a red coat with brass buttons on it, and a green cap with many little bells on it. All day long the organ-grinder walks up and down the street, while the monkey performs to eager, excited children. The “organ man,” as the children call him, wears as gaudy clothes as the monkey does. He has all of the character­ istics of an Italian of low degree, broad forehead, swarthy com­ plexion, black, wavy hair, a rather large nose, and pearly white teeth that gleam when he laughs. His upper lip is covered by a straggly mustache as black as his hair. Although the children gather ’round dancing and laughing when he appears, he seems not to notice them. He is solely in­ tent upon watching his monkey and grinding out the tune me­ chanically. His manner shows no great interest except to gain a few pennies to satisfy his small personal wants. His thoughts are apparently on the memories of his earlier years in sunny Italy. FLORENCE NILES, ’23. : ! �30 . DELPHIC THE BROKEN TEACUP When you are going to give a perfectly respectable tea party for two young ladies and their dolls, it is very embarrassing not to have enough teacups to go around; and when you know they will be arriving soon, you feel like borrowing one of mother’s big ones. You take a big wicker chair and stand on it, knowing that you are safe, because mother is out. You peer with wideopen eyes over the top shelf of the cupboard. You see one of mother’s best gilded teacups. “That will be just the thing,” you think. You have a hard time reaching it, and just reach your lingers around the handle and carefully lift it down, Oh, horrors! the cup slowly slips out of your grasp, and the first thing you know it falls to the floor with a crash and smashes to a thousand bits. The door bells rings; you jump to the floor and run to the door to take Madeline and Edith upstairs to the nurs­ ery. You tell them that you will be back in a minute. You rush downstairs and sweep up the broken pieces of china as best you can. Your only resource is to use a kitchen cup for yourself. You carefully carry the cocoa and cake upstairs, and apologize for keeping your company waiting. “Excuse the kitchen cup, but—er—a—I haven’t any more of the good ones. I will use it myself,” you say, tremblingly. “Why, of course,” they answer agreebly. The afternoon wears on. You know that your mother will be home at five, and then the horrible feeling of having to ex­ plain about the broken cup keeps on your mind. While the other girls dress their dolls and play house, you sit and think, getting more and more frightened every minute, You don’t have the good time you had looked forward to having. At four forty-five the girls say that they will have to leave, and you go with them down to the door. “Good-bye, Elizabeth; we had a very good time, You will come to see me tomorrow, won’t you?” Edith says. You smile, and they leave. The time is drawing near. You sit down on the couch. Your heart beats rapidly. You hear your mother’s foot­ steps on the porch. She enters the house smiling. “Hello, dearie; did you have a good time this afternoon?’ “Y-e-s, mother,” you stammer feebly. She notices that you are frightened. “What’s the matter, dear? Tell me.” She looks rather worried. �DELPHIC 31 “Oh, n-nothing; w-well, I b-broke a cup, and it was your b-best one,” you falter. You look up; mother is smiling. “Why, dear, did you think mother would scold you for that? You know she does not care that much about a cup.” ELIZABETH DU MOND, ’24. A MYSTERIOUS BOX One day when I was trudging home from the store at Oracle, Mr. Ladd asked me to ride home. The horse was a lazy, old fellow, and he ambled along like a tortoise; so when my friend asked me to hold the reins while he went in to get a box, I was not the least afraid. Soon he came out, carrying a great pack­ age, which seemed to be very heavy. He carried it so carefully that my curiosity was excited and I said, “that is a very nice box of apples you are carrying.” He looked dubiously at it as he set it gingerly beneath the seat upon which 1 was sitting and re­ plied : “No, they are not apples.” As he volunteered no further information, I asked no other questions. I noticed, however, that he kept peering at the box in a most extraordinary manner. Just then a jackrabbit scurried across the road, This startled the gentle nag, and rousing what energy he had left, forgetting his years and dignity, he pranced about like a young colt. I was not the least afraid and I was quite surprised to see that Mr. Ladd, who was usually so at home with horses, seemed excited and peered uneasily at the apple box, which rested under the bench. When we got home I teased him about being afraid of the gentle horse, but what was my astonishment when he drawled. “Well, you see, it wasn’t so much the horse; but there is dyna­ mite in that box you were sitting on, and I was afraid it would go olT if it was jolted.” JEAN MUIR, ’24. �32 DELPHIC CONTRAST BETWEEN MACBETH AND HAMLET Probably two of the greatest tragedies of Shakespeare which more vividly portray types of character than any other of his plays are Hamlet and Macbeth. Both reveal the inner lives of the principal characters and show how the desires and the ideals of these influence their outward actions. The ruling motives in the lives of the heroes are widely different, from whatever point of view we look at them, The ruling motive in Macbeth is ambition; in Hamlet it is the desire to avenge the wrong done to his father and at the same time to satisfy his own conscience. Macbeth is a practical man and all his training and experi­ ence as a military man and as a leader in politics have given him the experience and power to bend everything to his will and de­ sires. He is cold and heartless, although Lady Macbeth, in urg­ ing him on to the accomplishment of his plans, declares that she fears his nature “is too full of the milk of human kindness to catch the nearest way.” We see, however, few evidences of kindness according to our interpretation of the word in any ol the acts of Macbeth. While he is strong and capable in plan­ ning, after the deed is committed in each case he becomes weak and despondent. Unlike Hamlet, he is not a student or a thinker and is always surprised at, and unable to meet, the results of his actions. He is easily swayed by the superstition of his age, and is constantly the victim of supernatural imaginings, His hair rises at times and he comments on a night shriek “that would cool the senses.” He never doubts the reality of the supei natural appearances with which he comes in contact. The plan to assassinate Duncan and make himself king was already dimly outlined in his own mind, but the prediction of the witches, which he trusts implicitly, further roused his latent ambitions and are simply an outside expression of his own inner thoughts. Throughout the entire play the superstitious belief in witches, ghosts and other supernatural appearances forms a distinct char­ acteristic of this otherwise practical man. To the very end, when defeat stares him in the face on every side, this same superstitious faith in the supernatural urges him to consult the witches and listen to the worst. Much has been said of the affection shown between hus­ band and wife in many of the scenes, but one looks in vain for the higher type of affection that is associated with a simple �DELPHIC 33 trust and confidence in each other, and in the future that conies with devoted service for one’s country which we see in the char­ acters of some of the husbands and wives of Shakespeare. She was formerly his helpmate in his first crime, now she is entiiely ignorant of later ones, for, seeing the encroaching weakness on her part, he forms his own designs and makes no confidant of his wife; but Macbeth to the last retains affection for her, and at least never reproaches her that she drove him on to his first crime. Both are impelled by one selfish purpose,—the desire for power. The killing of Macbeth by Macduff was as purely an act of patriotism on the part of the Scottish chief as was the assassina­ tion of Caesar in the mind of Brutus and his fellow conspirators, and it freed Scotland from a rule far more tyrannical than Caesar would ever have imposed upon Rome. The character of Hamlet is much more noble, and his ambition more unselfish, than that of Macbeth, I-Iamlet rarely acts for himself, but the one ambition of his life, to perform the duty of a faithful and loyal son, controls the man and furnishes a motive for every act. Unlike Macbeth, he is lacking in firm­ ness, is impractical and apparently unmanly and cowardly at times. In meeting his uncle and accusing him of the crime, he shows a courage that we expect will bring results; but when the opportunity comes to perform what he believes is the sacred duty imposed on him by his father, he is weak and vacillating. Macbeth has been influenced by his wife, but no woman has the slightest power over the thoughts and actions of Hamlet. From the beginning to the end the commands of his father’s ghost, to avenge the crime committed by the present king, control Ham­ let; but otherwise throughout the play there is little to show that he is influenced by any outside or supernatural beliefs. Both deaths are tragedies, but Hamlet’s is very different from that of Macbeth. Hamlet has our sympathy throughout the entire play. We feel he has acted from noble motives and has only failed of accomplishing his purpose in full, and earlier because of his intense self distrust and fear of consequences. Macbeth met his end in true heroism, but a feeling of content­ ment follows in our minds, for a tyrant king has yielded his life before a true patriot. E. T., ’21. �34 DELPHIC THE RISING HELL No one ever wonders how early “Becky,” the ever-faithful mistress of the household, rises and enters upon her duties; but all boarders do know just when 6:40 comes. Down in the basement the mere touching of the “cowbell” sends forth a warning that “the worst is yet to come”; and as “Becky” climbs the trod­ den stairs to the slumbering inmates, the clanging becomes louder and louder and penetrates the ears of those who are inclined to sleep with their heads beneath the pillow or under the fat comforters. However, “Becky” leaves no doubt in their minds as to whether or not the bell has rung, for at each dormi­ tory door she halts and sends forth the message of her morning serenade: “Everybody up in here?” A BOARDER, ’22. AN EXCITING ADVENTURE IN OUR LUMBER CAMP “Good-night, everyone!” “Good-night!” “Remember, first one to hit the water tomorrow gets the first plate of hot cakes!” “Bon nuit!” “Sleep tight!” At last the little camp, which snuggled at the edge of the moonlight lake, lay quiet and dark under the giant protecting pines. All through the day it had been a scene of hustle and bustle, from the time breakfast was ready until the songs and twanging ukelele music floated out from the cheery circle of firelight when darkness fell. And with a long, hard hike up the Pan Handle Trail in the morning, and swimming and fishing that afternoon, we were all ready for a long, glorious, uninter­ rupted sleep. A huge lemon-colored moon flared up from behind Lone Squaw Mountain, and with it came the myriad of cold, sparkling stars and an icy little breeze that rocked the pines back and forth, as if swaying them to sleep. Everything was just drift­ ing into that dreamy, drowsy state, which steals over one just before sleep wraps one in her soft cloak. Suddenly — this peace and calm was broken sharply by a shrill, piercing scream, which came from the region near our �DELPHIC 35 camp, and which echoed and echoed over the silent lake and into the distant hills! Just once — and then silence! Everyone sat bolt upright in her cot reaching for her gun, and slipping hurriedly into a coat and slippers, A woman was being murdered, surely, our numbed senses told us. By the time we were outside, the guide was hastily throwing wood on the slowly dying fire, and making a torch, By the light of this we followed him a ways further into the pine grove, until, there in the dark­ ness two flaming yellow eyes glared at us from — space. T hen as our eyes grew accustomed to the semi-darkness, we saw with horror, the lean, crouching figure of a tawny wild cat. It was perched on the limb of a tree, not twenty feet from us! We all stood back in fright, and, if it hadn’t been for our guide, I'm sure we would have all “took to our heels and run.” But the latter person laughed outright in such a stupid fashion, we were all thoroughly disgusted with him and decided he must be a lunatic. “Ho, ho! Just as I thought, only I was half asleep myself and didn't think much, Scared you-all nearly to death, didn’t it? Wal, I reckon it won’t harm you-all none, them things never do,—mostly cowards. They won't pick on no one 'less they’re cornered, but seeing as how you-all’s nervous I’ll plug him, and then you-all ull feel safer, huh?” Before our startled senses could return, a sharp report rang out in the air, and the cat fell limp and lifeless to the ground. “There, that’s wot you-all gits fer screeching so loud and scarying nice young ladies out of their wits,” said the bi^ave guide, a hero now in our eyes, as he dragged the lifeless t>ody into camp with the aid of his massive Airdale, “Hootch.” As you may imagine, it was quite a time before everyone was asleep again, and it was “high sun” before the first one “hit the water” the next morning. After a hearty breakfast, we felt just as ever, and the whole day was centered about the exciting adventure of last night. The day wore on, however, and, as night fell, we all gath­ ered around the fire to sing and play the miniature Victrola— very loud (for it helped to keep one’s spirits up). Everyone seemed to dread going to bed, but, as the guide and Mrs. Curtess, the chaperone, informed us there was absolutely no danger, we all went to our tents and at last were snug in bed, although half the cots were empty and the other half harbored two frightened i i t Ll �36 DELPHIC girls instead of one. 1 was lucky in coaxing “Hootch" into my tent to sleep near the door, so I and my partner felt even safer. then again all was silent, and all through the night not a soul was disturbed from slightly troubled dreams. As dawn, grey and misty, broke over the lake and the sum­ mer sun shot shafts of gold across the shimmering water, I awoke with a start. Something cold was against my face and sniffing at me. Slowly, with a sinking heart, I opened my eyes, and, in the dim light, could see a big, bulky, shadowy, tawny form standing at the side of my cot, licking my ashen face, cold with an icy perspiration. I lay still, not daring to move, thinking any moment my nose would be bitten off, when to my startled ears a coaxing whine broke forth from the supposed wild cat. I sat up in bed and then fell back in sheer surprise and joyful relief. I even threw my arms around the “wild cat’s" neck, and half sobbed, half laughed, “Hootch, you surely gave me a thrill. Talk about seeing red snakes with champagne, I saw wild cats with plain old Hootch!" Of course I told the gang about it later, but first I went down and “hit the water" and won the first plate of hot cakes, which I shared with Hootch. PHILIPPA SHERMAN, 22. “ADVENTURES IN FRIENDSHIP"—DAVID GRAYSON This book is made up of a series of twelve short stories. The author, David Grayson, uses himself and his life as the background of the adventures in which he found many friends. All the characters are his neighbors, whom he meets in his ad­ ventures. One of the most interesting chapters is: THE MOWING. The mowing of his clover was an important and memorable day in the author’s life. He hired young Dick Sheridan to come on Saturday, and Dick arrived bright and early with his scythe over his shoulder. It was cool working in the morning, and this coolness was helped along by a Jug of cold water that rested in the grass under a shady tree at one end of the field. But near noon it got unbearably hot and soon they were about to decide on going to the house, when Harriet blew the horn for dinner. Dick and David answered that call joyfully, and how good it felt to let the cold water from the pump drizzle down their hot faces �I DELPHIC 37 and then quench their dry, parched throats with a glass of icecold water. They reposed under the shade of the spreading maple until Ann Spencer called them into dinner. And what a dinner they had! Oh, I hate to say it! Hot fried chicken,— Ann’s specialty; brown beans with crispy strips of pork; baked potatoes with their snowy-white insides showing, and two towers of Harriet’s famous bread, just out of the oven; tea and buttermilk; and, lastly, a great, big, red, juicy shortcake, with a mountain of raspberries heaped all over it. They ate their dinner out on the east porch, where it was cool and shady. A catbird sang sweetly from among a thicket of lilacs, and the honeysuckle vines smiled and nodded to them as they dined. As Dick went down the long lane, David watched him with a pleasant, friendly feeling. They had worked together and were weary together. What a pleasant companionship this was. David had made another friend and was happy for this. It is not the substance of what we say to one another that makes us friends, nor because we entertain the same views or respond to the same emotions, All these things may serve to bring us nearer together, but no one of them can in itself kindle the divine fire of friendship. A friend is one with whom we are fond of being when no business is afoot nor any entertainment contemplated. It is a miraculous tact that when a man’s heart really opens to a friend he finds there room for two. And when he takes in the second, behold the world grows wider, and he finds there room for two more. So let it be with our friendships! BESS ALLEN, 23. - i THE $20,000 COFFROTH HANDICAP On the border of Old Mexico lies the wide and fateful circle of Tia Juana’s track, whose dusty course is hardening under the trampling hoofs of speed kings. And looking down on it from a great sand dome stands its paddock, beneath whose creaking roof rested Sailor, the uncrowned king of the trotting turf. Throughout America his name had sounded in triumph, and on him men staked their souls and dollars, and women their lives and hopes. Oh! What a horse this Sailor was, with a coat like silk, hoofs like polished ivory, and a broad breast that inhaled the air . : �38 i I I . DELPHIC like bellows; but his nobleness outweighed even his speed and beauty. He was proud, but docile, and loving with all his spirit. Beside him stood his rival, Be Frank, with the notorious, rough riding jockey, who valued the glory of the turf higher than life, and perhaps higher than money. That night the rivals slept undaunted while all San Diego knew that the morning would see the race of races, in which were entered, Be Frank, War Mask, Sailor, Veteran, Wysewood, Peerless One, Ike Harvey, Riffle and Edwina, the temperamental but sturdy little Miss of the Hoge string, considered Be Franks greatest competitor. The day came and with it sportsmen from far and near, for the name of the little town of Tia Juana had echoed from coast to coast and back. Quickly the crowds filled the grandstand, and among them an old man said, “This takes me back to the days of Thorton Stakes”; and then above the buzz and chatter the orchestra struck up its thrilling notes, and the horses, with their gaily costumed jockeys up, pranced in for better, or for worse, watched by those whose lives were dedicated to the Tartars of the Turf. Slowly they formed for the race. Be Frank moved close to cne side of the fence, while Riffle hugged the other. The music stopped. Followed by the stirring cry, “they're off!" the barrier was raised and the impatient speedsters sprang forward to battle for the crown. Cheer upon cheer sweeled Tia Juana’s dusty air, and with them blended the voice of a woman, all her hopes embodied in the cry, “Sailor! Sailor!” Suddenly, Be Frank, with speed that would have put light­ ening to shame, if there had been lightening to see it, darted from his place at one side of the rail, while on the other side Riffie did the same, In the center of the road they struck head to head, forming a triangle. Into the triangle rushed a race-maddened horse. He stopped short and went down on his haunches, and Edwina, Be Frank’s great competitor, pitched over the fallen horse, hurling her jockey into the inner field. In a moment a third horse had gone down, and all three had risen with their knees cracked and bleeding; while two of the jockeys lay prostrate before the coming horses. Many a sportsin an quaked, and screams of frightened women took the place of the cheers of the previous moment. Could the horses stop or would they rush on over the other riders? Lo! they stopped. �DELPHIC 39 The horse in the lead of the crazed Tartars had valued the lives of men more than his glory and had slackened his speed, com­ pelling those behind him to do likewise, What horse in that crazed band was so composed? It was Sailor, and now he was trying to regain his place. Far ahead, nearing the post, ran Be Frank, fast passing Riffle, and vainly Sailor tried to capture his lost place, but he didn’t have it in his stout heart and fleet legs to cope with a horse so far ahead of him. So the best he could do was to extend his bloodshot nostrils beyond the nose of Vet­ eran and come in a doubtful third. Again the music struck up, and with the cheers and praises of the people, Be Frank, triumphant, returned to the judges’ stand, and after him, with his head held high and a grand defiant gleam in his eyes, came Sailor, Unnoticed, he passed the judges’ stand to the paddock. Sailor, the fallen kind, who had laid upon the altar of a horse’s duty, the crown and glory of the turf. CECILIE APPLEGATH, ’25. ■ ■ •; ' : I ; I �40 DELPHIC ST. STEPHEN’S CHAPEL. A dream of my childhood That heaven’s gates opened With pale purpling colors That flowed from the windows O’er chancel and font, At entrance and exit, The soft-colored glory That colored our prayers. May heaven’s real entrance Have the peace and the mercy The clean, holy truth, Majesty, as well. The beauty of priesthood The sweetness of goodness Which flowed with the service As Bishop Morris knelt. B. Wistar Morris, Thy soul ranks the highest, Thy works dwell among The holy on high. Thy deeds we see blazoned Heraldy peerless, Gold-lettered on parchment By saints in the sky. Thy mercies manifold Enfold thy diocese; We still know the pride And the glory of thee. E.L. W., 1890. �DELPHIC THE GARDEN. The shaded walk With its prim, square-cornered walls, High and thick, shutting off the world Of street and rushing train. While within were Bordering trees, apple trees, Dripping bloom, And always from the heat Of daily life to this retreat Came its lover, crooning Poetry, and even herself more fair Than blooming tree That sheltered beds of violets And iris boldly upright, With full grace was she, Miss Clementina, E. L. W., 1890. MR. SUTHERLAND. Can you hear the shuffling still Down the hall, up the stairway, Hear the half-hour bell On the landing of the stairs? See old Sutherland, lame and bended Creeping down to mop up ink Or spade the violets With the dew of spring upon them. And the breath of earth still clinging As he finds among the leaves One first blossom, subtle augury, Of earth’s heart beats pulsing through. In its lustre and its fragrance As his goodness pulses through All the simple duties, freely done For service to the world and God. E. L. W., 1890. 41 1 �42 DELPHIC MARY B. RODNEY. Lift up a picture of her, Let us all see; The lines of her dignity, The calm of her glance, The charm of her smile, Rare, quick to divine. The gift of her hands, Strong, yet rare molded. The width of her brow, The smoothness of skin With the fairness of snow, Health radiant on cheek. Hair not yet faded, Not graying or roughened. The smooth-banded hair Looped low to the ears. The charm of her gestures, The gracious, cool voice; Oh, the gift of its praise! And the bite of its blame. The pride we knew glowing Deep in our young hearts When she flowed in smoothly To her seat at the desk. t . s And knclt, meet yet lofty, With dignity’s bearing To bow to her God. Oh, Mary B. Rodney! Sweet Justice you balanced Herald your name! E. L. W.. 1890. �DELPHIC 43 MISS LYDIA RODNEY. Yours was not fineness of form But Fineness clasped your mind When you were born. Belle lettres and Shakespeare, Tragedy and comedy Excited wit and admiration In your high spirit. Yes, you were ever soundly sweet So born, so lived, so worked, And at the end, unthanked by Most your pupils and forgotten You did lonely die; but live Will ever in the lessons taught, The truth wrought into finer lace In your quick fancy. We read with you—yes, Shakespeare, The history of the church, The poetry of moderns, and ancient lore, That dripped like honey from your lips So full of richness of the ages you were And would pass on to others. We laughed with you, loved your blush Which swept from throat to hair Delicately at word or thought or jest Or any whimsery You were a Rodney, born and bred, And lived it in your sweetness And your gentle teaching spirit. E. L. W., 1890. i ■ . �44 DELPHIC SUSAN. Dear olcl Susan, busy Susan, Tiny, dutiful and old, Plain of feature, meek and lowly, Doing patiently the drudgery Duties, duties manifold. Yet your memory stands out boldly Susan lowly, long grown aged, And now gathered to your fathers; Yet St. Helen’s Hall’s old boarders Fragile, weak, and strong, and bold, Some were homesick, some were naughty, Some were stupid, some were cold, But old Susan knew them, each one, Each cajoled, and teased and sought her For a tidbit, for a respite, For a cover when ’twas cold Dear old Susan, lost all other Name but Susan; where best thou? If I could to thy grave wander I would deck with bloom thy brow. E. L. W., 1890. WISTERIA TOWER. (Old St. Helen’s Hall.) Can’t you see it, wreathing upward, Suppliant, graceful, ever upward, Wreathed with violet, fire of starlight, Misted with elusive sweet breath As from Heaven had come its clouding, Wisteria! Wisteria! Wreathing, climbing, clothed the belfry, Beautiful and flashed afar; Breathing glory, Heaven’s ecstasy, Spring-time bounty, and fall’s lavish, Colorful and pendulous waving, Wisteria! Wisteria! 8 �DELPHIC 45 Who designed thee, massive climber? Who thought out thy splendid mantle, Who spent color, form and strength’s fire To erect thee to the stars? Now thy heart glows, violet paling, Wisteria! Wisteria! Violet, purpling to the deepest, Who selected lavish tendrils, Silk, elastic, till embracing All the belfry, tall, majestic, With the cloud of starlight blooming, Wisteria! Wisteria! Belfry summit, supreme crowning Lifts a head above the rapture Of the royal purple swathing, With calm eye on Nature’s love robe, Nature’s feast of splendor falling, Wisteria! Wisteria! Graceful, sweeping, clinging, climbing, Purpling, deepening, radiant color, Vine ethereal, vine of strong clasp, Vine of symmetry, of broidery, With the midnight feast upon it, linking Wisteria! Wisteria! E. L. W., 1890. ' : : �46 DELPHIC IaTHLETIcs i—Twn —mi nr t-~ttrr March 21.—A successful season of basket-ball, under the direction of Mrs. N. A. Knapp, closed today with a big champion­ ship game between the “Reds” and the “Blues.” The “Blues won by a score of 30 to 28, which in itself is proof of the hard work on the part of both teams, The winners were presented with the silver cup, which was played for from 1906 to 1914, when the old building on Vista avenue burned. The girls playing on the “Blue” team were, Dorothy Gay, center; Florence Niles and Helen Lamar, forwards; Harriet Breyman and Ann Wentworth, guards. On the “Red team were, Annabelle Batis, center; Margaret Spencer and Lillian Luders, forwards; Virginia Edwards and Frances Spaulding, guards. April 10.—The tennis season opened with this month’s first good weather, and both the ground court and gymnasium shed have been in use almost continually since then. April 15.—The aesthetic dancing classes were organized this month, under Miss Kathrine Laidlaw, who has taught dancing here for some time now. There are two classes,—one of begin­ ners, and the other of advanced dancers,—and each class is *• �D E L P II I C '17 learning an attractive dance to be given during commencement week. May 3.—A croquet set arrived and has afforded a great deal of pleasure to the boarders, Helen Lamar has the honor of bemg the first to break a mallet. May 25.—Today the Tennis Tournament filled the minds of all the girls. Those who did not wield the rackets were, outwardlv at least, more excited than the players themselves. Catherine Martin won two sets from Kathleen Bristow in one of the swiftest games of the tournament, Catherine is going to have a mighty serve some day. The Junior cup was pre­ sented to her. In the doubles, Catherine Martin and Helen Lamar carried off the honors of the boarders by winning from Evelyn Thatcher' and Helen Parker, who represented the Days. Despite the fact that Evelyn was out of practice, the Days put up a good fight. The Beginners’ match, between Jean Muir and Agnes Wilkinson, was played in good form, Jean won the tennis pin. Pei-haps her arms are longer than our game little Britisher s. The most doubtful match was between Janice Parker and Margaret Spencer. Their scores kept almost even until the last set, when Margaret came out ahead. This tournament brought to a close the year’s athletics, which have proved that our girls can make a success of sports. * ;* i : ' ■ �DELPHIC KALENDAR. February 5.—Mid-year’s dance. March 27.—Easter. Great day for the boarders, and espe­ cially for the “small fry” when we had the Easter egg hunt. March 28.—The Lenten offering of dresses for Alaskan children was sent off last week. Ma ch 28.—Lent is over! April 4.—The return! Some late! All rested and ready lor work ? April 28.—The birthdays of Hazel Fairservice, Irene Brix, and Rdith Bain were celebrated at dinner last night. The color scheme was in pink and green, carried out by streamers of crepe paper extending from the center of the table, and by candles on the birthday cakes. May 1.—Dean Young, of Reed College, visited the English classes today. We hope that she enjoyed visiting us as much as we enjoyed having her with us. May 2.—Sister announced that school is to close on the 7th, instead of the 14th. It means work, girls; but it’s worth it! May 8.—The Seniors enjoyed “Reed Day” immensely, espe­ cially the canoe races, tennis tournament, the play, and the infoi-mal dance in the evening. They also enjoyed getting ac- i �DELPHIC 49 luainted with the Seniors from other high schools in Portland who were invited. May 11.—Birthday celebrations at dinner for Laura Reed Elizabeth Hawkinson, and Elizabeth Du Mond! Attractive deco­ rations in blue and yellow were used on the tables and electric lights. May 11.—After seeing the Bohn Ballet, at the Heilig, the boarders have been trying to develop “hidden talent, anc ve wonder that the house has held up. May 13.—Several of the boarders went horseback riding today, for the first time this season, That explains why some young ladies were so fond of pillows. May 14.—Dorothy Carpenter entertained the Seniors with a delightful luncheon, a day or two ago, at the Waverly Countly Club. The table was beautifully decorated and, afterwards, Mrs. Carpenter chaperoned the party to a movie. May 16.—Juniors! The praises of the luncheon you gave today at Waverly Club for the Senior class are heard on all sides. The attractive flowers and adorable place-cards, repre­ senting the “sweet girl graduate,’’ cleverly decorated the table. May 17, 18, 19, 20.—Debates have been held in Mrs. Collins’ English class. Among the subjects for discussion have beer. Resolved That children should be taught to believe in Santa Claus; Resolved, That movies, in their present state, do more harm than good. May 18.—This evening the Bishop called and wandered into uur study hall. Result, no more study hall. May 21.—Today Evelyn Thatcher entertained the Senior class with a charming luncheon at her home, We wonder that we could ever eat again after all those good things. May 25.—Four girls,—Florence Pangle, Medora Howard, Catherine Martin, and Julia Cameron,—were confirmed this morning. They looked very sweet in their pretty white dresses and veils. The Bishop gave a short address on the “Seven Gifts.” May 26.—Everyone is sad and blue. Why? Examinations began today. The darkness will continue until June 3. I �50 DELPHIC June 2.—The musicale and Spanish play came off today. The Spanish play, “Felicedad,” under Miss Pierce’s supervision, was unusually attractive. The costuming and stage setting were a true portrayal of romantic Spanish life. Susita (Elva Mervy), and Don Fernando (Hazel Fairservice) were true Spanish lovers. June 4.—A few scenes from the comedy, “Les Precieuses Ridicules,” by Moliere, was given today, under Mile. Lancon s direction. The dancing, singing and music helped to make the play a success. Everyone enjoyed each girl’s interpretation of her part. Miss Laidlaw’s classes in aesthetic dancing gave an exhibition. The advanced class as old-fashioned girls, danced among bright-colored blossoms in a flower bed formed by the beginners class. The Lower III, IV, V, and VI grades gave two little dances. June 6.—Janice Parker feted the Seniors at a luncheon. This evening came the gay Senior prom. About 125 people were present at the Portland Heights Club, where the dance was given. “The Mouse Trap” was played by the II Uppers, and made us all laugh. The main characters were Julie Cameron, Catherine Martin, Kathryn Hennagin, and Mayanna Sargent, and were well supported by the rest of the cast. The lower grades gave a very humorous little French play, Lecon en Francaise.” Leanna Faurote, Betty de Pencier, Rosalie Jones, Constance Fox, Rhoda Jane Gantenbein, Barbara Clark, Elsie Hackett, and Evelyn Hutchins showed promise of brilliant futures. i. June 7.—The final rehearsal at church. The last prepara­ tion for the greatest event in thirteen girls’ lives. Commence­ ment! Are there any words to describe it? One hundred and fifty girls in their white dresses and veils, the trembling gradu­ ates, with their flowers, walking slowly up the aisle to the music of “Ancient of Days.” �DELPHIC 51 Miss Hazel Haines, ’18, was married the last of April to Mr. Dorman Johnson Leonard. The young couple are now living in Portland. Those of the old girls who knew Mrs. Chester Kennedy (Eleanor Cram, ’18), were glad to see her again when she brought her baby daughter to visit the Hall not long ago. Miss Consuelo McMillan, ’17, will be graduated from Reed College in June, She has been an active and enthusiastic student at Reed during her whole college course. Mr. and Mrs. Clifford Cornwall (Elizabeth Huber), who were recently married, have gone to make their home in New York City. Miss Ethel Abbot was visiting in this city lately and saw many of her old friends from St. Helen’s Hall. �52 DELPHIC Mrs. Garrel Svvigert, ’17 (Dorine Wyld), is living in hei attractive home on Willamette Heights, We hope that she will bring baby Phyllis to call on us soon. Dora N. Taylor, ’87, who is a graduate of Vassal*, was re­ cently visiting Miss Foulkes. We have heard from her fond aunt much of little Barbaia Thomson, daughter of Mrs. Edward Thompson (Charlotte Breyman). A little daughter has come to brighten the home of Mrs. Knowlton (nee Ruth Whitmore). Helen Ballard, ’18, is now in Salem, to a government position. She has been appointed Miriam Flagler, ’18, has returned from New York, where she has been taking a librarian course, She expects to remain at home for the present. Philena Bartlett, ’20, is the society reporter on an Astoria paper. Mrs. Lowell Paget (Beatrice Thurston, T5), is living in Portland. Mrs. Lester Wade (Lucille Brown, ’17) is now the happy mother of a baby daughter. We hope this means a future St. Helen’s Hall student. Helen vom Cleff is now staying at her home in Vancouver. Some of the girls of the class of ’20 have returned from col­ lege and already have visited us during these last busy days at the Hall. We hope to see each last year girl as she returns to Port­ land from her respective school. �DELPHIC 53 The Delphic finds many old friends and some new ones among her exchanges for this issue, We are very glad to see them and hope they will remember us next year. “Echoes” from the Holy Angel High School is a very good number. “Shadows” is a pretty little poem and the “Moonlight Sonata” is most enjoyable. “It From St. Margaret’s School conies “The Magpie. Started in the Subway” is an amusing story, although in our opinion is a little over drawn, “What Shall I Do?” is clever and duite real. For the first time this year we find “Cadet Days from St. John’s Military Academy in our mail box and we enjoyed it very much. Your Athletic Department is particularly well arranged. Why don’t you have a table of contents? The “Johannean” of St. John’s School has an abundance of good material in the last issue, Your “Play Reviews” is a clever idea. St. Katherine’s “Wheel” is welcomed with interest. “St. Kit’s Papers” with your idea of your school life is extremely clever. The “Academia” of St. Mary’s has its usual good collection of poems and articles, “Spring Blossoms” is c ertainly deserving of praise. The Cardinal of Lincoln High School is full of pep and spirit as always. �54 DELPHIC The “Oracle” of Renssalear High School comes again to The X)elphic. The “Coveted Accolade” is a very good piece oi work. All through, your Literary Department is excellent. Why not have more poetry? We wish to acknowledge with thanks the following con­ tributions: Jefferson High School “Spectrum.” Oregon “Emerald.” Reed College “Guest.” Camp “Idyle Wyld.” Oregon Churchman. “Acorn” Oak Hall. Renssalear “Poly.” Come again. �[ i . Calendar 1921-1922 if Registration of Pupils, Sept. 9 -10. The Fifty-third Year begins Sept. 13. Thanksgiving Day and succeeding Friday, Nov. 24-25, Holidays. Christmas Vacation, Dec. 16-Jan. 3. Second Term begins Jan. 30. Washington's Birthday, Feb. 22, Holiday. Easter Vacation, April 17-24. ! Decoration Day, May 30, Holiday. I Commencement, June 6. ! < ! ■ i I ■ �We Ask You To Patronize Our Advertisers i « 1 �^“Merchandise of <& (?o, Merit Only CANDIES —The same sweets which royalty in Eu­ rope favored, made by the same artist who enjoyed the patronage of kings and queens. Rue De La Paix CHOCOLATES —RUE DE LA PAIX CANDIES were the most popular con­ fections with many crowned heads of Europe when our con­ fectioner produced his little masterpiece in candy abroad. ' He is a native of Budapest, the noted capital of Hungary. There for many years lie made candies much sought by royalty, among whom were Queen of Greece, Queen of Roumania, Queen of Holland, Emperor Franz Joseph, King of Serhia and others. ' But this creator of sweets no longer makes candy for kings and queens. He now presides in our candy kitchen on the Eighth Floor, where he creates even better candy, because better ingredients are available. ' And what are Rue de la Paix Candies, and what docs Rue de la Paix signify? There is a wonder-street in Paris — a street that is world-renowned for its production of only the very finest things in the world — Rue de la Paix. These candies were wisely named, for Rue de la Paix Boxes contain only the most delicious and most wholesome confections — no other candy equals them, and their price, considering the quality, is very reasonable. 1 ■ T �THE CITIZENS BANK Grand Ave. and East Alder St. Established 1890 Seiberling-Lucas Music Co. 125-127 Fourth Street Between Washington and Alder V1CTROLAS RECORDS If it’s Music or Musical Merchandise of any kind, we have it. 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VALVES sand SPECIALTIES 84-86-87-89 Front Street F Instructed in Lcochctizky Method by Malwine Brce of Vienna. Specialized in Modern Music and Pedagogy with Percy Grainger, Summer of 1920 INK STUDIO Character Portraiture PERSONALITY AND EXPRESSION Fliedner Building Washington Street at Tenth Broadway 1545 FAMOUS FOR OUR LUNCHES ICE CREAM AND CONFECTIONS Delivered to all parts of the city. TWO STORES: 11th and Washington Broadway and Washington Grand Electric Company House Wiring and Supplies Designers and Manufacturers of Electric Fixtures This Ad is good for $10.00 on the NEW COLUMBIA WASHING MACHINE 127 Grand Avenue Portland, Ore. �Perfection IN THE ENGRAVING ART N this art, as in all others of such par­ ticular nature, perfection is attained only by skilled and careful workers de­ voting their entire energies to the consum­ mation of an ideal. This ideal, crowned with that intangible but indispensable quality— “Gill service’'—is realized by us in our fault­ less engraving of cards, announcements, in­ vitations, etc. Once your engraver, always your engraver. The J. K. Gill Co. Third and Alder Streets �a a 1- �:* ■ i ■ S3 i; . •i 1 * i. / f r ! ! 5 /iVr* * -» • ^iV; v‘IV *- 1-^4. ; * +' i* I ■ ; sv; v . : A. * , j'-i ,<A- 1 . ? : £*<■ ^,^3! i I ! ♦ I --- v> > i ■ “Si.™ &gfiS •-. mMS£. - *■ rf 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/. Title A name given to the resource The Delphic - Commencement 1921 Subject The topic of the resource School yearbooks Students High school student activities Student publications Teachers Description An account of the resource This is one of the oldest OES yearbooks, dated 1921. 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 1921 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource All rights are reserved by Oregon Episcopal School. Language A language of the resource English Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context oes_delphic_christmas1921-compressed.pdf Extent The size or duration of the resource. 1 Medium The material or physical carrier of the resource. bound volume http://archive.oes.edu/files/original/66ad5a178de24bf8fbdf0b2a73760aec.pdf 57bde4494982c667b20bd36f86f43251 PDF Text Text ���' : i I;: r'; e ! ! ' i . ' ! ■ I .1 ; l ■ i I ; i ! : i ;i : :! ■ •I 1 : �•»> I ; f 1 i i . ; 4 ii ► § Printed by the Conger Printing Company Portland, Oregon �I Hdjiljtr £s>taff Editor-in-Chief Literary Editor . Assistant Literary Editor • . K a lander Old Girl Notes Athletics Art Exchanges Business Managers ;i Advertising Ma nagers i ; I ! .\ 1A R<; A RET Si*encer Dorothy Haradon Bess Allen Virginia Hull Pearl Biehn Jean Muir Fiorence Niles Consuelo Hamer Dorothea Scarborough G ERTRUDE I R ELA N D Bess Edwards [ Hazelmary Price ^ Lillian Luders �Wr :ir— % •rJ '$ r SWinU* fj CONTENTS 0? ( t - PACE Editorials............................................................... 11 A Garden Romance.................... The Man In the Moon.......................................... Dialogue Between a Hairwreath and A Tidy........... An Indian Legend 7 ...................................... ...................... 14 15 17 The Bad Little Boy's Visit To the Land Of Conscience . 19 A Moonlit Garden................................. 21 The Smugglers.......................................................................... Little Inspirations From the Lower School........................... Athletics ................................................................................... Just Between You and Me Cartoons.................................................................................... Kalendar ............. Old Girl Notes Exchanges Gifts to the Hall. School Honors . ..................................... 22 25 26 :i % 27 1 28 : & 29 31 33 34 ■1 f ; : • SI 35 : 'i I ' * i �I ' i r ■ ' l i « ;: } ! Delphic is published twice during the school year. students should subscribe. All Literary communications should be addressed to the Editor-in-Chief. Business letters and subscriptions to the Business Manager. I )■ :< Subscription, Si.oo a year. 1 \\ ■8 ! . I ’ 1 ! Vo i. 26. December, 1922 No. 3 �ij - a D r l;i li i r r • y s. \i , *. Vr .n - •' £; gi i i & t . Y & fr'i Iziiitonals I ABOR! What is labor? Is it the tedious, grinding, tiresome, thing that JLv many people think it? Or is it, as our dreamers see it, the very thread of our existence ? Would life be empty if we had nothing to do; no goal to attain ? I he happiest hours of our life are spent at some congenial task. Those who indulge only in pleasure, who have no ambition or thought for the serious and beautiful side of life, soon find themselves out of touch with the world and its activities. Happiness attained through earnest labor attends the man who works. Labor, then, would seem ideal. Is there anything better? It is through our experiences; through our every day tasks, that we learn of something really finer. This something is service. For it not only enriches man materially, but develops character. “It contemplates performance of duty” to society, to home, to school, to God, and to our country. It is an ideal toward which we all should work. Were we placed on thi° earth merely to be? Or, were we put here to fulfill some purpose in life ? Every individual has some personal talent. Should we Ji : it- i VC 3* AV- * $ : i A A -> �! n D r 14-1 It t r not discover that talent, and do every thing in i our power to develop it? We would be dull beings, indeed, had we no ideal toward which to work; and after working for this ideal, nothing to offer to our friends, our homes, our schools, God, or our country. ! 'Rejoice, we are allied To that which doth provide And not partake, effect and not receive! 1 A spark disturbs our clod; Nearer we hold of God, Who gives, than of His tribes that take, I must believe.” SCHOOL opened with the usual excitement and enthusiasm. There were an exceedingly large number of new girls among us, particularly in the third upper form. A great many of our mothers and former graduates accompanied us to chapel, where the Bishop managed to be with us again, in spite of all his duties at the Episcopal convention. He gave a very interesting address on up­ holding the ideals of the Hall. The class of nineteen twenty-three, feeling its responsibilities and the fine example set by former classes, is trying to put into practice his suggestions. | 'HE Episcopal Convention brought many distinguished visitors to St, Helen’s Hall. The first to address the school was Bishop Johnson of Los Angeles, who told us about his association with the Community of St. John Baptist in the East, Several days later we had with us Father Sill, of the Holy Cross, headmaster of the Kent School for Boys, in Kent, Connecticut. He endeavored to inspire in us the same spirit of self-help and co-operation,which has made Kent famous and trained Kent boys so splendidly for their life work. At Kent, as at St. Helen’s,order in the school-room is maintained by self-government, and the school is actuated by ideals of democratic service. Dr, Van Allen, from the Church of the Advent, Boston, also spoke to the school while attending the Convention. All the girls enjoyed his address im­ mensely, for he seemed to know girls very well. He tried to impress upon us that we must always be ladies, a thing which a great many seem to forget. He spoke on a quotation from Shakespeare’s “King Lear,” a remark made by the ■ �I r I r. 3 i» l Ij i r 9 £ King about his favorite daughter, Cordelia, after her death, "Her voice was ever solt, gentle, and low; an excellent thing in woman.” He also told us to forget about imitating the boys and to acquire those qualities for which all women who possess them, are admired. The F.nglish Bishop of Jerusalem spoke to the girls, on a verv different topic. He told us all about Palestine, describing it as having a fertile valley on the west coast, a very high ridge of mountains in the center, and the Jordan valley on the east. While Jerusalem, on the snow-capped mountain range, is almost three thousand feet above sea level, the surface of the Dead Sea, a few miles east, is almost thirteen hundred feet below sea level. T his is the deepest depression in the earth’s surface. The Jordan River flows out of the Sea of Galilee, into the Dead Sea. As this sea has no outlet, the sun evaporates the water, and all the minerals rise to the top. The Bishop told us that he has a photograph of a friend sitting on the Dead Sea, reading a book, with an umbrella over him. There is so much salt in the water that it makes this kind of thing possible. He also told us that the peasants still live as they did in the days of Our Lord. They use simple, home-made farming implements, travel with camels and mules, and wear their long flowing robes. They fashion their coats of sheep­ skin, wearing the fur out in summer to keep off the heat, and inside in winter to warm their bodies. The Bishop said that his work seemed so much more impressive to him because he was preaching the Gospel in the very same places where Jesus preached. Bishop Roe of Alaska told us about his mission schools and how he built his own boat last year in order to take supplies to the Eskimaux. He does a great deal of missionary work among the poor. One instance was of five small children, whose father had left them to be gone five days, in order to take one of the older children to the mission school. While he was away the mother died. The oldest girl, about seven, cooked warm food for the other little ones and cared for them the best she could. One day the Bishop happened to pass by their hut, and stopped to pay them a visit. He found the five little ones without mother or father. He buried the mother, and took all five children to the mission school. It is to these unfortunate ones, and others like them, that the girls of St. Helen’s Hall send their Lenten Offering of woolen dresses and the money saved for their mite-boxes. He told us of many more cases with which he has to deal, and of how eager the little Eskimaux are for learning. Father Hughson of the Order of the Holy Cross, from West Park on the Hudson, gave a very interesting talk and amused even the little ones. He told us a fairy story about a little rabbit-engine, so-called because it jumped from a£ r* ;> :r p ■ a % % 3‘A ' 'fiz !;i: . - 1 •I 1& $ : k ■ $ ■■ �D r l y Ij i r in one track to another while pulling the cars around the big depot. It hauled the stalled milk train into the city during a blizzard, after all the big engines had refused. After being hitched onto the milk-train, it started up the steep hill, puffing and blowing because of the heavy weight. The throng of spectators heard it saying to itself, “I think I can, 1 think I can,” louder and harder as it slowly pulled the train up the hill, and just as it reached the top and started on the long easy grade down into the city they heard it say, "I thought I could, I thought I could.” Father Hughson told us this story to show us that we must try to do our duty, the same way the little rabbit-engine did. It girls begin their lessons by saying to themselves, “I just know 1 can’t do this, and there s no use trying,” they never will be able to do them; but if they will always sav what the little rabbit-engine said, ‘I think I can,” they will always end up bv saying, ”1 thought I could, and I did. Bess Allen, ’23. j It ; ■ ■ '• : ;; 1 ; ; i �•j 3 r l p It t r ) mm K 11 'i O OJ ' j ' lo a A (Barton SLnnaurr Iii % ! ‘r. j TN a corner of the garden lived a pretty little maiden, Sweet Alyssum. She was an orphan, so she stayed with her grandfather, Sage. They lived happily together in the shade of a great rosebush, surrounded by hyacinths. Some thought this was the prettiest spot in the garden. Along the fence there was a row of statelv Hollyhocks, that whispered and nodded in the breeze. In the vegetable garden there were several jolly Sunflowers. They peeked over and bent as near as possible, to grin at the grand dames on the other side of the fence. In one corner near the home of Grandfather Sage, was a little pool where a beautiful, white Pond Lily sunned her golden hair all day long. The other inhabitants looked on her with awe, because she could not be reached. They knew this because young Cocks Combe, a mischevious young chap, had trieci to reach her so hard that he got his feet wet,—and was severely reproved by Granny Cat Tail, who lived near. When Lily spoke, which she seldom did, all gossip was stopped to hear her silvery voice. A voung gallant, Jack Rose, lived in the rose bush that was near Sweet Alyssum’s home. Since he was the greenest of buds, he had had enough manners to protect the dainty little Miss from the heavy rains. As he grew older, he became so accustomed to her that he began to think seriously of asking to be her protector for life. Jack was a very likeable chap, but his was a very jealous nature, and he hated anyone who paid unwonted attention to his love. Once in the early summer, a saucy young dandy, Mr. Lion, had sprung up by grandfather Sage’s door-step. All day long he peaked in upon Sweet Alyssum, as she tripped about her household tasks. The next day, and the next, the intruder gazed upon the Sweet Alyssum’s fair face. Poor Jack Rose was almost consumed by jealousy. One morning Mr. Lion woke up with white hair, and much to his chagrin, a rollicking breeze came along and blew it all away. He was so overcome by grief, that he withered up and died. Jack was happy once again. Zc ■ . I ‘ •; t . i i ' ! v_ £ “ ‘ .1 > ia ! £ 1 �12 i I ! ! I : D r l \.\ 1) i r It was known all over the garden that poor Jack Rose was passionately in love with Old Sage’s granddaughter. Many believed that the feeling was mutual, but there was quite a little antagonism on this point, and heated dis­ putes often ensued from perfectly harmless arguments. One day Miss Mary Gold said to Miss Hair, also a maiden lady, who was staying with her for the summer, “I can't see why people call that spoiled young snip, Miss Alyssum, sweet. Of course Jack Rose is in love with her,as anyone can plainly see, but I can’t understand why a handsome young man like him should care for a conceited young prig like her. It would be different if he lavished his love on little Miss Anne Emone, whom everyone knows is a good obedient child. But why, it was only yesterday that Crimson Rambler leaned over and said to me, 'Do you know that that Alyssum girl has been flirting openly and shamelessly with Nast UrtiumB’ And she isn’t the only one in this garden who has a lover either,” she added “Did you hear that William is sweet on Susan? You know the one with black eyes.” “Why, Miss Mary, you really don’t think so do you?” asked Miss Lark Spurr in a surprised tone. The two old maids laughed to themselves, for they knew that Miss Spur was blue, because she couldn’t gain William’s affections. Lilac nodded her plumes in a condescending manner, at the blue one and said, “Really, Miss Spurr, what difference does it make? I think you ladies are becoming confirmed gossips, Miss Mary!” “I think they are horrid to Larky,” said Pansy to Lily of the Valley. “So do I,” whispered her little friend, “Here’s Violet, let’s get her and play hide and go seek.” There was talk in other parts of the garden. Tulip, a stately, Dutch lady, who lived hear the pond, bent over and said to Lily, “Did you know dat dot Yack Rose, he vass cratzy over dat der sveet Alyssumb?” “No, really, do you think so?” asked Lily in her silvery voice. “Isn’t that funny, that’s what I’ve heard too!” put in Buttercup from the opposite bank. “Well of all silly things,” said the golden-haired lady. Little blue eyed grass stared over at Jack Rose in wonder. “How do they know?” she asked Burr Dock, a young Scotchman, near. “Weel, Ma lassy, ye see its this way. They’s some that ken lie’s a ben courtin her this twa-mcnth. An they’s some that thinks as how they’ll be married afore long.” One fine morning a few days later, Jack Rose leaned over to grandfather Sage in a condescending manner, and in a tone far from humble, asked the old man for the hand of his granddaughter in marriage. �% D v l p li i r * 13 V; Just then they heard the Canterbury bell ringing. Johnny, who had been sitting quietly, jumped up “Ha! Ha,” he laughed, “there’s that Cocks Comb again. He is always up to some mischief.” “The young scoundrel,” screeched Grandfather Sage. “I wish I had the discipline of him fcr a week. I’ll tell you he wouldn’t be so uppish ” To ring Canterbury’s bell was considered a sacrilege, on account of the sacred origin of the name. The old man became so excited, at this shocking occurence, that he refused the splendid offer for his granddaughter’s hand. “I’ll have none of your bangin' round this here place,” he sputtered. “Ye’re a climer besides, and the quicker you climb away the better.” When Sweet Alvssum heard of his cruel decision, she became listless, lost her spirit and her dainty, youthful, beauty. Lady Hollyhock whispered to Madame Dahlia, “Do you know, I think it is a perfect shame the way that Alyssum girl lets herself go. It’s disgraceful, that’s what it is. She doesn’t seem to care either. Me, oh my! Her skin’s getting yellower and yellower every day. As I was saying to Sunflower yesterday when he leaned over the fence, its no wonder Jack Rose doesn’t marry her.” “Don’t you know that the old man refused to let them marry?” asked Madame Dahlia “He said he didn’t like the climbers. In a way you can’t blame him you know, because we society ladies can’t bear people that have social aspirations. They say,” she added, as if imparting some particularly savory piece of news, “that he has had to call in Doctor Digi Tabs because he had had one of these severe attacks of his old enemy the Grub.” “M— m, he is jealous of that Alyssum person!” "No,” replied Madame Dahlia, “you’re mistaken there. He has no reason to be since Mr. Lion lost his silvery locks in the breeze and finally died. He need not fear Xast Urtium, because he has become quite seedy.” “Yes, that’s so,” replied Lady Hollyhock. A few days later Sweet Alyssum faded and died. All the old gossips,who had talked about her when she was alive, were doomed to die too. Jack Frost came and nipped their toes and froze their noses for a punishment. Jack Rose took off his crimson robes at the death of his love, and in a few days followed her to the flower heaven. Dr. Digi Talis who had no room in his heart for romance, and was accustomed to pooh! pooh! broken hearts, said that his death was caused from another attack of the grub. Grandfather Sage knew better, because once when he was young he had also loved, and now he regretted the radical step he had taken. Fvery night at sunset, the flowers come back to light up the sky. If one looks carefully he may see the two lovers hand in hand among the hosts of the departed flowers. Roberta Douty, ’24. s '4. K? ' v. $ % - rs £ !i$ % 2 I : 7 ;; . ■'x- m �A ;i 14 0 r l p l) t r (iUjp llHan in tlir dHoim i. c •; r-; I i • . T' . : I ! ■ . J OOK at the moon,"said mother, pointing to the huge bright disc in the 1—/ heavens, which was covered with such strange markings, "It reminds me of a story about a king, and a magical army. In the country of the king there lived a great magician, named Bom. He owned a splendid castle, and many magical instruments, but his most wonderful possession was a minature army, so small that it could be carried in a hand* kerchief. Although it was so tiny, at a word from its master it would become the most powerful army in the world. Bom lived in a peaceful kingdom, ruled by a crafty, ambitious king, who only refrained from constant war because of the weakness of his army, and the peaceful disposition of his subjects. “If," thought the king, "I only had the magician’s army, I could rule the world.” Sharing the Magician’s castle, and treasured above all his possessions.was his only daughter, a beautiful maiden deeply in love with the king’s son. At last, the Prince, prevailed upon by his crafty father, secured the promise of the Magician’s daughter to obtain the precious army. It was to be given to the king, upon the night of the grand ball. The night fell. The King was there, nervously stroking his beard. The Prince was there, regretting his part in the plot. The maiden was there, with the magical army in her purse. And the Magician was there, who being very old and wise, smiled to himself. During the first dance, the girl placed the purse in the hands ol the Prince. When the dance ended, he gave it to his father and the King hurried home, ready to start his conquest on the morrow. In the King’s palace, great excitement reigned the next morning. His Majesty had disappeared, and did not return during the day. The Prince was surprised to find that he felt no sorrow, at the loss of his father. Instead he felt relieved, even happy, for he dreaded wars, and the sufferings they brought on his beloved subjects. That evening the Magician called upon the Prince. The old man led the boy out upon the balcony, and showed him the strange new markings on the moon, whose surface heretofore had been blank. “My son," he said, “Look!—there is your father, leading his army across the surface of the barren world, vainly seeking conquests. And for eternity, �it A' D r l \\ It i r 1 It vi 15 there he will remain as an example and warning to chose who would bring a cruel and merciless war on a quiet and peaceful world.” "And,” said mother, ‘‘There he is still, as he has been for these thousands of years, seeking for things he shouldn’t have.” f: ■ Susabeth Bruce, ’24. 3?. I 1! M P( • lutlngur Urtiunut a fijairuirrath anil a tilihu F^O begin with, I am neither a hairwreath nor a tidy! I am "What Not” who L lives in the parlor, I am a very important piece of furniture, somewhat like a table, only in place of having one top, 1 have two. Perhaps I should call them shelves. I am very honorable, for upon me rest many heirlooms, and symbols of family traditions, such as samples, a picture of cousin Jean’s two sons, both boys,—and a little statue of George Washington chopping down a cherry tree. So you see 1 am very venerable, and you can believe everything I tell you. This is the dialogue I heard yesterday, between Tidy and Hairwreath. "Good morning,” said Hairwreath, “glad to see you back.” “Good morning, Hairwreath, how are you this fine morning?” "What a silly question! Tidy, you bore me. Just as it I haven’t been the same for the last fifty years.” "Yes, you are old,”replied Tidy, "But, in our town, people are too lazy tn die. If a man under eighty-five dies, they pin a piece of white crepe on the door, and carve a little lamb on his tombstone.” “Shocking,” screamed Hairwreath, "absolutely irreverent! ! ! You should be punished. The first interior decorator, who comes into this town, will have vou discarded. Then you’ll not laugh at people who die, or don t die, when ycu know that you’re to travel the same road. You know as well as I do, that Judge Brown’s son’s going to Harvard, and the chances are very good that he’ll take up interior decorating. However, let’s quit arguing and scolding. I suppose you saw a great deal, during your process of laundering. The clothes line affords such an excellent view of the world. Tell me about it.” “Oh yes, 1 learned that Jack Dolittle’s grand-uncle's apple tree died last fall, and a mule dropped dead yesterday. It couldn’t have been much of an effort for them, or they wouldn’t have done it.” “There you go again making fun of the dead.” “What else is there to make fun of, in this dead place?” m m r i !; - ;! ri'­ ll Ik ; ft "r -A $ M ' IS ■ **Vv : ■;>: ■a is 3 �i '! •: l ic ! i . >1 I u I ; j’i 1 i [ 0 r l p Ij t r There’s Miss Elizabeth trying to make an impression on the new Judge. ^ ou could make fun of that, without being disrespectful.” "The judge, Hairwreath?” “Yes, the judge! He came for tea yesterday afternoon and brought his horse with him. Very romantic! But 1 thought Miss Elizabeth should have fetched her smelling salts for the poor steed. It was the bay, that sheriff used to ride. "Ride,” sneered Tidy, "Do you mean that old bay he used to lead on his man hunts? They were a funny pair. Do you remember the pistol the sheriff used to carry with him? He never needed it, but he always said, ‘One never can tell,’ so he stuck it in a special pocket. That was rather inconvenient, for it took ten minutes or so to excavate it, but as he said, no one could get his gun away from him without some struggle.” "Tidy, I fear that you will become sarcastic. Do you not realize, that you yourself are old?” “Yes, Hairwreath, I know that 1 am old enough to be a grandmother. "Grandmother!” laughed Hairwreath, “Why, you’re old enough to be an ancestor! Your’e every day as old as that pistol, and ammunition can only be bought for that in a curio shop.” “Well, that’s a great way for you to talk, after the way you have lectured me. I at least would not say the things that you say about people. If I can t say anything nice, I don’t say anything, but I don’t see any harm in a little joke.” “Do you call ridiculing a horse a joke?” asked Hairwreath. “You started it,” answered Tidy. "I didn’t mean to ridicule him, but when an old horse is an old horse, well, he has got to be an old Horse,” stammered Hairwreath. “Very clever indeed,” said the haughty Tidy, "Such grammar. “You could do better I suppose.” "Huh! When I discover that I cannot, 1 will cease speaking. "Oh my dear Tidy, I think it is time for you to start ceasing.” “What do you mean?” "I mean that I believe it is time for the ending to start.” "Hairwreath, I hate to quarrel with my inferiors, but 1 d like Tidy didn’t finish her sentence, for she saw Miss Elizabeth coming in from the garden. I’m afraid that she intended to say nothing pleasant, for they haven’t been on speaking terms since. Cecilie Applegath, ’25. : �Drlphtr y< 17 % Ait Jufciau ICnjrnii I,l-.(il Nl) is a tradition; a storv of life; but it is not a verified story and so 1 v s not believed by many people. Some legends are purely imaginary, while some contain bits of true history, However, as life is ever more gripping than products of the imagination, let us accept as the truth as much of our legendary lore as we can. Tennyson created a man, King Arthur, and a court of followers, who although thev were probably men of his imagination, have lived to many people. This group of imaginary men, has given to humans happy hours, in which to live a life entirely foreign to their own, but pleasant because of its throbbing action and idealism. Kveryonc has an ideal and, at least in a measure, trie; to live up to it. A perfect example of right and goodness was once given to us, and man is constantly striving to attain that ideal. This story is a legend, and so may not be acceptable as absolute history, but at least it is ours for enjoyment. Once, not many years ago, there lived a mighty and noble man; by name, Chief Multnomah. He was an Indian, but he was a man with a mind and ideals such as are created only a few times in the history of our race. He gathered around him thirty warriors who trusted and believed in him; young braves, all from the tribe of Multnomah. It had always been the custom of this tribe to pay homage to the Gods, and to work for their favor very diligently. The tribe seemed to receive no favor, for it decreased, and became increasingly poor and miserable. After working faithfully for many years, to better the condition of their people, Chief Multnomah and his braves set out to the Great Tombs to meditate for a time, and to consider what they could do to better their condition. The white men were constantly advancing, and they realized that the life of their tribe was limited After a few days travel, they came to the Great River and to the Tombs. At the meeting of their first ceremonial councils they related, in a chant, as was their custom, the story of the anger of the Gods. Among the expressions was the story of the Bridge of the Gods. A bridge once extended across the Great River, from the Table Mountain, on one side, to the Little Bald on the other. This was used for many years by all the tribes of the Indians, who had occasion to cross the great river. Small disputes over the use and the possession of the Bridge arose at times; but always died down, because it was acknowledged that the Bridge belonged to the Gods. I A1- ■ -yr I y I li SB Ic |; 'J. ■ -V - 'k ; -x: Vf : - 7. ■ I I- - £ >- £ 2 �I f 1 IB I i ■ 1 \ ■ r 0 r l p lj i r At one time, however, two tribes of Indians disdained this, and each claimed the span. They quarreled furiously, and at last the leaders met at the center of the bridge, to decide the controversy. They seemed unable to come to any decision, and so, upon the very structure over which they were quarreling, a great massacre began. This angered the Gods, and they caused a great storm, which rent the country, as no thousand vicious winters could have done. I he day became night, and above the thunder, a noise was heard, which has never been equalled. It shook the earth for miles around and, when the light came back to reveal the havoc, the bridge had fallen. No sign remained, of what had been one of the marvels of the world, except the Tombs in the river-bed below. One of the quarreling tribes, those many years ago, had been a part ol the tribe of Multnomah. On the day of Chief Multnomah’s Council, this guilt of their forefather’s seemed to rest on them more heavily than ever before. That night, just at the termination of the meeting, when the last rays of the sun were fading from the sparkling waters of the Great River; and the small valleys below Table Mountain and Little Bald were shadowy and mystical, a voice seemed to rise from the Tombs and speak to the warriors. It was not the voice of the river, but it blended with the murmur of the water which washed over and around the Tombs. “The Bridge of the Gods was destroyed by a quarreling people, and must be rebuilt by them, if they are to prosper. God has forgiven them, but they will die because of their torturing conscience, and because they have not the power to rebuild the bridge. It is willed that another race will accomplish that work, after the last man of the tribe of Multnomah has died. No member ol the tribe will be allowed to live to see and rejoice in its surpassing beauty.” The Chief and his braves heard these words, and returned to their waiting people with sad hearts. They did not tell them of this prophecy, of their future, but spent the rest of their lives trying to atone for the great sin ot their ancestors. No bridge has ever been built from Table Mountain to Little Bald because, I suppose, the last member of the tribe of Multnomah has not yet passed on to the happy hunting grounds. The prophecy that came from the Tombs to Chief Multnomah promised, however, that some day a new and surpassingly beautiful wonder would span the Great River. Dorothy Haradon, ‘23 �I :3 5D r l v Ip r 1 a in ®I|i' Hah Hittlr Iny s Uisit tn tlir Haith of (Emtsrimtrr ^\NCE upon a time, there lived a little boy, who was cruel to animals. Every time he saw a cloy; or cat, he would throw stones at it, just to see it run. A lady came to visit this little boy’s mother, and she brought with her, Thomas. Now Thomas was a little, fluffy, white kitten, Everv time this bad little boy saw the kitten, he would tease it. He did everything he could to make Thomas miserable. One day, his mother told him that if he pulled the kitten’s tail again, he would be taken to the land of conscience, and severely punished. The bad little bov said he didn’t care. To prove it, he pulled the cat s tail. At twelve o’clock that night, the witching hour, when Spooks and Goblins and Fairies appear, the little boy awoke. He heard something meowing; the sound of a car walking up and down outside his room, The sound drew nearer and nearer. Peeping from under the covers, he saw Thomas, and beside him stood the queerest little man. He had big round eyes, a long pointed nose, and big hands dangled from little skinny arms, This little man was dressed all in black, and carried a stick much bigger than himself. The little boy shivered and said, “What do you want?” ‘A ou have been a bad little boy,” said the queer little man, in a thin squeekv voice. “You have tormented this poor little kitten, and 1 have come to take you to the land of conscience.” The little bov looked at the tiny wee man and said, ‘A ou are much smaller than I. I’m nor afraid.” “Hokus Pokus,” said the little man and there appeared forty Tittle men just like the first little man. The Tittle boy was terrified and screamed, “Don’t touch me or I’ll shriek and my mother and father will come and chase you away.” In spite of his entreaties, the Tittle men flew away with the bad Tittle boy to the land of conscience. They flew for seven hours, and the little boy was very tired, for he had never flown before. At last they came to a gate, and on this gate, in large letters,was printed, “The Land of Conscience,” and underneath were the words, “When people are not punished on earth as they should be, they are brought to the Land of Conscience, and here they are punished as little or as much as they deserve. Enter all ye wrong doers.” <s. ;g m -- 1 ' £ m & m O: >:■ & 1 m 'if & fi 11 ii •I! . — ; -;A' SB c;:- ■ 3it i: A I 5:A IA ■¥ I '■ - ! :A �an t D r l p Ij i r All around this gate stood little men. They opened the gate, and walked down a narrow lane. All of the little men followed the bad little boy and poked him, and pointed their fingers at him. When the) came to the end of the lane, they entered a dark, gloomy cave. In it, on a huge black stone sat another little man. I his little man had a long grey beard. It was wound in and out, and under and around, all the rocks, and sticks, and stones, in the cave. On each side of this little man was another little man holding a torch, which cast a spooky green light about the cave. The little man sitting on a stone said, in a gruff voice, "What! another bad little boy? I’m so tired! There are so many bad little boys. Proceed with the case. What has this one been doing?” The tiny wee man who had brought the little boy said/'Oh king and punisher of all bad little boys! He has been pulling the tail of this poor little white kitten. He throws stones at all the cats and dogs he sees, and once 1 saw him drown a little baby chicken.” The King’s face turned a livid green, and he said, “What, a baby chicken ' A chicken that could neither scratch or bark? Little boy, what have you to say for yourself?” The little boy was so frightened by this time, that his knees were all wobbly. He said in a small, small voice, "Oh please sir, I’ll be good!” "Well,” said the little man reluctantly, "as this is the first offense, 1 will deal leniently with you. But I warn you, take care! Punishment number twentysix! You of the funny ears! Take charge of this little boy/’ At this, a little, shriveled up, old man with huge flapping ears hobbled forward. He threw a ball of twine to another little man, and together they began wrapping it around the little boy. The bad little boy screamed, and cried, and kicked, but it did no good. When they had finished winding the twine around him, they carried the little boy to the gate and pushed him off into the darkness. The little boy fell, and fell and fell. He fell right past the moon, and the stars, and the house-tops; and he fell into his own little room and his own little bed! Never again did that little boy pull a cat’s tail, or throw stones at dogs. He didn’t wish ever to return to the Land of Conscience. '• . I Frances Rogers, ’25. j = 1 -2 1 j 1 �a r l *1 lit r V;‘. 21 I A Moonlit dmriten T had flic pleasure of receiving an invitation to attend the annual reception of the Countesse De Sarlande, and felt greatly honored, as this was to be the social event of the season. I may admit that 1 felt a bit conceited, when, at the appointed time, the Countesse thoughtfully sent Jacques, the butler, for me. Being driven directly to the front entrance by a span of beautiful horses, I alighted with a great deal of dignity. Jacques escorted me to the kitchen, where the chief caterer wished to ask my advice about the refreshments. Feeling rather overheated after the important ordeal, I asked Jacques to escort me to the balcony. l ie immediately fulfilled mv desire, by escorting me to a marble veranda, where I remained for the rest of the evening. Below me dreamed an old fashioned garden, carressed by the silvery splen­ dour of the moon. Would that I might have seen the wonders beyond that tall brick wall, so completely hidden by merrily dancing hollyhocks. The odjr of yiolets told me that a tiny breeze had floated up, to pay me his respects. Clinging sweet-peas nodded their sleepy heads, as he lazily wandered by; and the stately lilies of the valley, almost hidden by moss covered rocks, tossed their heads as if to say, “We resent caresses.” Mow I envied those garden people, who could bathe themselves in the mellow warmth of the moon. What was that? Out of a bush tumbled a small white kitten, completely covered with burrs! How playful and carefree she looked, tossing and scolding at those naughty clinging things. A graceful willow bowed to it’s own reflection in the bright ripples of the pond; only to have it’s vanity rudely interrupted by a frog who jumped into the cool depths, to tell his playmates of the garden’s loveliness. Now, you needn’t believe me if you don’t want to, but I saw tiny elves danc­ ing on emerald blades of grass, to the escaping strains of music. What was that disturbing noise, that came to marr the beauty of the night? Oh! Jacques! Why haven’t your shoes rubber soles? Must I go? Oh! wretched creature! How dare you so rudely break in upon my dreams. But temper didn’t remedy matters, and reluctantly 1 let him carry me away. He took me to the kitchen where I was washed and polished, as I had never been before or since. Surely you are very stupid, if you haven’t guessed that I am the most important person at all receptions of note, Madamoiselie Punch Glass. Mayanna Sargent, ’25. ' rC.vl m i§i IU A. •- j! 'K - !i * i i a- - 1 % ; if- 3 j* 1 l! 1: Av s Is . 15$: V 1 sc % ::__ ii �J ;! ! i | 0rlphir 22 Oil|p ^nuujgirrs i I : t - i w 0 : : i i N Oricale, Arizona, the usual morning crowd lounged around the “Perry and Lawson, Post Office and General Merchandise.” Mr. Perry, in his shirt sleeves, was looking over the mail, reading with care all the postal cards, and holding the letters up to the light, hoping to decipher their contents. Seated on the counter was Mr. Seaboth, arguing hotly with Stanley Wilson, the young forest ranger, upon the best way to cure a horse of balking, while an interested group of cow-boys lounged nearby. On the floor, behind the stove, several Mexicans were gambling, their eager faces strained forward. A fresh arrival was heralded by the yapping of the numerous, hairless dogs, which lolled about the room. This new-comer was a large Mexican, with faintly curling mustache and a swaggering gait, who sauntered over to the group behind the stove, and was soon wrapped up in the game The forest ranger eyed him for some time, and finally asked, “Who is that fellow who just came in?” Oh that’s Pedro Ruez. He drives a burro train to the mines near Phoenix with provisions,” some cowboy volunteered. Where does he get all his money? If a pack train pays as well as that, I II stop forest ranging poco beintot.” “Why he’s as poor as Job’s turkey. What made you think he was rich? “Well, look at him bet. He’s got five hundred down now, and going strong. Is his the only pack train around here?” “Yeah, but why so interested in Pedro all at once?” “Oh, I thought you said he went to Phoenix, and every week from my cabin in the mountains, I see a pack train pass headed tor Mexico.” “You’re dreaming, Bo. There’s only one pack train this side of Tuscon.” “Well, then it goes to Mex col” “Nonsense,” the cowboy laughed. "Hey Pedro, don’t you drive to Phoenix every week?” Pedro looked up quickly. “Si, Signor. But Signor wan’ that I should bring him somethin’ from there, with out doubt?” He smiled ingratiatingly. “No, I was just wondering” the cow puncher answered, “Well Stanley, are * ‘ i vou downed?” “I wouldn’t be apt to imagine a pack train you know,” the ranger growled, with the umbrage one usually feels when worsted in an argument. Just then the mail team from Tuscon arrived, and everyone rushed out to get the mail and hear the news. To-day the excitement was over the arrest of ? �m i i 9rl li i r 'is- 23 S./I cv a smuggler, who was caught taking ammunition to Mexico, However, the hubbub soon ceased, and the group scattered. Pedro whistled to his pup and swaggered down the dusty road, to his little adobe hut, and the ranger on his Indian pony loped off toward his cabin in the hills. A tew days after the conversation in the store, Stanley trudged over the plains in a very bad humor. A compulsory walk of twenty miles is unpleasant at anv time, but particularly so after a long day’s ride. Wilson had left his horse Chappo, standing, reins hanging, while he went to examine a cave nearby, and when he turned again, he had the pleasure of seeing the animal s tail disappear in the distance. A large rattlesnake had crossed Chappo s path, and forgetting in an instant his years of range training, he had headed lor camp and safety, leaving the poor ranger to trudge wearily homeward, The sun had disappeared behind the Rincon Mountains, and it was growing cold and dark. Even now it was so dusky, that he nearly walked into a cactus in his path. Suddenly he heard someone singing not tar away. Hurrying in the direction of the sound, he came to a camp-fire. Twenty pack burros were staked near-by, while a large Mexican sat by the fire, a dog, curled at his leet. "Pedro Ruez,” murmured Stanley, “Hum, I knew he went to Mexico. Anyway, I’m glad he does—I suppose he’ll bunk me for the night. The dog sensed his approach tor he rushed out yapping, and Stanley only saved his shins by calling, “Hey, Pedro, call off this pesky pup of yours.” The Mexican started up with his hand on his gun, and a savage look on his lace, then he hesitated a minute and suddenly whistled to his dog, as Stanley sauntered over and sat down by the fire. Pedro seated himself near, and fixed his keen black eyes suspiciously upon his neighbor. “Well,’’thought the ranger, “What are you so grumpy about?” and then aloud, “My horse walked off, so you don’t mind company for the night do you?” !i :• t. P; ' t! ii ■&. ■ll i- ■ ii I; •i'f i:i “No.” He volunteered no further answer, and as there seemed nothing else to be said, the two men sat in silence. The ranger gazed into the fire, but he was aware all the time of the calculating gaze of the Mexican sitting across the fire, his right hand in his pocket. In spite of himself, Wilson began to feel nervous and before long, he got up and remarked, “Well, old chap, I’m tired, so 1 guess I’ll go to sleep.” Pedro motioned to a tent a few feet away, and still keeping his eye’s upon the other man’s face, growled: “Sleep there.” “Oh, all right, I’ll take this along,” and he reached for a blanket which covered the packs. 1 -- •: m * I ;i-5 V ; S a . 1 -.5 »=.» 5 �j 2*1 ! i ; i i ■ D r l \\ h i r The Mexican gave a leap, catching his wrist, and Stanley dropped the cloth, but not before he had seen what was under it. Ammunition! Instantly there came to his mind the headlines of the paper. “Two men arrested for smuggling ammunition into Mexico.” He turned quickly and looked at Pedro, who returned his gaze, his beady eyes narrowed to mere slits. Without a word the ranger turned on his heels and walked toward the tent, while all the way he felt the gaze of the Mexican upon him. Once inside the tent, Stanley stood for a moment irresolute, then sat down, leaning against the canvas. Once again he seemed to feel the evil gleam in the Mexican’s eyes, his sinister face lighted by the glow of the fire, and in spite of himself, he felt a cold chill run up his back. Suddenly, he seemed to feel a faint rustling sound, outside. He jumped to the middle of the tent. "Well, anyway, a stilleto can’t get me here,” he murmured, "If I only had a pistol!” For sometime he stood tensely, his ears strained to catch the slightest sound. The silence of death was all around, and even though he stood in utter darkness, he had the mysterious feeling of being watched. Again there was a rustling out­ side. A dog growled, and a muffled tone commanded him to be still. Once more there was silence. "I won’t stand here to be shot, at the pleasure of that greasy Mexican,” Wilson murmured. Pulling open the tent flap, he crawled out and stood still, his ears strained and every muscle tense. The desert stretched for miles on either hand like a vast snowfield, while far away the dim outlines of the mountains rose like spectres against the star dotted sky. The weird howl of a pack of coyotes floated to his ears. Nearby, the fire still smouldered, throwing flickering shadows like witches on the sands, but Pedro and the dog were nowhere to be seen. His eye, following the sweep of the desert caught sight of a vague silhoutte, of a man and a horse, moving slowly toward the Mexican border, and he recognized Pedro Ruez in the man crouched over the saddle. "Well,” murmured Stanley, “I gue s the United States is rid of one smuggler for good and all.” Jean Muir, ’2.7. �i 9 r l p lu r •V I .< 25 '. % IGittle SuH^trattmtH from tit? Suuuer ^rltnul *• ■ N ■•: '5 HOW I BOUGHT A CANARY When I lived in Des Moines, Iowa, my mother and I went down town, one day, to buy a canary. There were very many beautiful ones in the bird store. There were pretty cages, too. I asked the man, “How much is this beautiful roller? He answered, “This is the finest singer I have, he is twenty dollars. My mother said, “I think that Santa Claus will bring it to you. Just then we heard the news boys calling on the streets outside the door. Buy a paper! Camp Rodge to be abandoned!” It was true. We moved to camp Lewis and Santa Claus forgot my canary. Perhaps he will remember it in Portland. § :Y$ M ! - u •I ii . nAMERICAN LAKE When I was at American Lake I had lots of fun. I watched the squirrels— And fed the birds, When I lived at American Lake. I played in my swing— And in my sand-pile, too. And I watched the Snow Mountains. All day long. S :;.. i; % s..- : . *5. 3 : ■ M a r v Burn Err— {Age <9, 1931) I s 1 1 ; : ! , >V= :r !££ ; �M ? :1 . !■ I i is i i ■ : i !| i I ;i I 'HE first great event of the year in Athletics was the tennis tournament. Miss Catlin’s School challenged the Hall. We put up two of our best players, Susabeth Bruce and Catherine Martin. Nancy Nicolai and Mary Ann Bishop represented Miss Catlin’s, and after two wellplayed matches won the honors. The Basketball teams were chosen amidst great excitement; the first team is composed of the following players, Catherine Martin, captain and center; Martha Hughes, side center; Lee Luders and Marjorie Pittock, forwards; Gertrude Ireland and Katheryn Hennagin, guards. i, ■ . The second team is no less prominent than the first. The lineup is as fol­ lows: Hazelmary Price, captain and center; Doine Smith, side center; Helen Shearer and Betty Sewall, forwards; Mavanna Sargent and Florence Volstoff, guards. On November the sixth, we played the first of a series of games with Catlin’s. Both teams played brilliantly, and we came off victors after a hard struggle, the score being twenty to sixteen. ■ ' : J i ' There has been no hockey so far this hall on account of the delay in re­ ceiving the sticks, and because the weather has not been very favorable. We hope to organize the team early in the spring. �V! i 3 r l \\ It t r % 27 r'. :■ ' ' % c. I to . IS K TOW I am not the kind of girl that talks, but, did you know: that keeping ^ order in the study hall has caused Bess Allen to lose her appetite, that Hazelmary Price is trying to be a dignified senior, that all the girls get a thrill out of Lee Luders, that NVilletha Ritter is really working this year, that the English note-books have turned into motion picture magazines, that Miss Beede had a hard time keeping her dances straight at the old girl, new girl dance, that there is an ambitious lawyer in the senior class, that we can no longer tell who is bow-legged, that Bess Edwards is a budding genius, when it comes to making cartoons, that Anne Wentworth is able to be with us again, that Katy Martin is still our all-star athlete, that Dorothy Haradon is becoming a great philosopher, that Consuelo Hamor has begun to display unusual dramatic ability, that it seems to be the style to yawn during class, that there is plenty of soap and water for all those who fall into a paint box before they come to school, that we hope all the guilty ones will take the above hint, that there is still a great deal of bobbed hair, that we have a very nice school this year, that everyone seems to like it better than ever, that this will be about all. f« ■ i! I !» ; “A* 3 ■ m & is ; ,vs ■ \ ■ - a 1 �|j i ! t ■: 1 ! I M 1 , < ; : 'they re riot }o rust_y d^te 1 Pan Toni 1 n e A bo&rde r 1 V Do A* qe t excite dj It» only Lunch ho a »• Wonder what Wo.! limt* nintyoo lisK nal•» llcnnajin fo f-ut a lost Sign on me ITIy, /^]bi4 sncS taxless Ha-dj / :v d..y pntwc b-t I i'-c 1 ooSeS a n ia t ly 0 /rent/1 booK, o - .* r r gj-P, n shoes. O'1/ v*.cll% shrSy oun^> ■ ' i the Loata'nci^y'bu.'nd l J u t g #T cleanedanJ H« acI UlArjf _ c am tv a nil writ C t so'n«_/oot,:ih _|Sontf op me. Ph«%vi y I b d thin Ks about 77<<n1 noli* * on me *b«ut h«rp«n isn't OoinJ to do a J bit y Oood, b-caior "\ / noon«e«n reAcl thjl b ut tf iVU are / s >l\j, a t«.»j| v sln^inj V w A f 1 n 0. *5 h « n< crrloi'njj So*"« ° ou^ht 'to r A * or d 01« d *•» m «l n 1 <■* £ ircl Oh* Pa 1 m#r rnriln wcU^trlic T 00K era ay. I'm l.ul krfpt n co_ ihilH I’m amee sdsiO'blo never sec blackboard andnotad**! I Unhl H«ml 3. tWy*« to have se nior it hi > TlOO "i poor v.ctum I I w ;» h Thejeil have »t •" r c r< »M* I" * while, J o I c ou lit hnr all II fl 1 e bi£ myJ feriei I surety tiKe 1 h e Seniors. ___ iyi r« \ O 1 I �•, £ 29 r-v : 4* -r: $ ■1 IS' ■ September 12 School opens to-day, and though we miss the graduates very much, we are glad to see there are a great many new girls with us. September During the convention this month, we had several noted churchmen speak to us in chapel. Among these were the Bishops of Alaska, Los Angeles and Jerusalem. Ii September A-' Among the boarders there were three birthdays celebrated this month, Lilly Thompson, Jane Knapp and Bernice Congleton. September 2S The old girls entertained the new, with an advertising masquerade, given in the lower study hall. The room was appropriately decorated with Autumn leaves and Virginia Creeper. Three prizes were given, the first going to DonnaJean Trumbell, as Cream of Wheat, the second to Katheryn Martin and May Anne Sargent representing “The Gold Dust Twins,” and the third prize going to Katheryn Hart, as Baker’s Chocolate. Katheryn Hennagin, dressed as “Time to Retire,” was presented with the booby prize. ■II 1 'V 3 Y* ■ A 1 October 6 The tennis tournament! Miss Catlin’s School won both of the cups. •' *31 $ 1 $ K: An I �I V I 311 i ;: B r l It \ r October Donna Jean Trumbell, Isabel Johnson and Roberta Pittock, celebrated their birthdays this month. i November 6 •:l The first game of basket-ball, in a series of three with Miss Catlin’s School, was played to-day and we won!1 The score was 20 to 16. We hope that the next game will be as successful. November S ! i .1 | i 'i ■ i . !! This week being music week an informal recital was held this evening in the lower study hall. November to This morning at eleven, the annual celebration for Armistice Day was held. A play entitled “The Spirit of Democracy” was put on by the elocution and American Histon classes. �I. B11 ji Ip r ry. 31 ' }s , i #■ r£ l as • ! 1 :-j*. I S w • .. .. ;; M !i § A great many of' our old girls are attending various colleges throughout the country this Winter. Hazel Fairservice *20, Janice Parker 21, and Martha Youlden are at the University of Washington. Thvra St. Clair ’21, Frances Cornell ’22, and Margaret Boyer ’22 arc at the University of" Oregon. ij :53' 2s M Catherine Overbeck ’22, Frances Spaulding ’22, Helen Ernst '22, Virginia Pittock ’22, Janet Griffith ’22, and Hylah Fraley’ 20 are at Mills College. Catherine Overbeck has been elected secretary of the 1* reshman Class. ]essie Smith ’20, Elva Mervy ’21, and Helen Van de Water 22, are at Reed. X 1 H- ' ' Hi it Laura Reed ’20, Medora Howard 22, and Esther Benson 22 are at O. A. C. Phillippa Sherman ’22 is at the University of California. Si Virginia Edwards ’22 is going to Dana Hall. ! ^ ll: Marian Farrel ’22 is attending Miss Spence’s School. Charlotte Malboeuf ’22 is at Castillija. : 1% iX 1 ; . % tv r •.• : ;y; �32 *- 3 r l \s It i c i] I M Helen Holmes ’22 is at Gaucher. !'! Conseulo McMillan ’17 is teaching High School at Yio>lt, Washington. Muriel Withers ’22 is teaching at Summer Lake * Ruth Jenkins ’20 is teaching at Salem, and Marian Jenkins ’20 is taking a teaching course at Monmouth. Vernita Watts ’20 sailed for Honolulu a few weeks ago. Mrs. Heinerick Schmidt, Susan Green ’17, and baby daughter, Emily Louise, visited relatives in Portland, during Septen ber. ;i Among the volunteer workers at the Portland Free Dispensary are Mary Helen Spaulding ’19, Janet House ’21, and Susanne Caswell '20. Edith Marshall is attending art school this Winter. Mrs. Leonard, Hazel Haines ’ 18, has returned to Portland lor the winter. Mrs. Lcstes Wade, Lucille Brown ’17, was in Portland tor the summer. Elizabeth DuMond, with her mother, Mrs. F. \ DuMond, has been in Paris for several months. They will spend the winter in Italy. Mrs. William L. Wood, Elizabeth Lambert ’90, is still in Arizona where she has been for the last year. Mrs. bred Strong and Miss Kate Holman are visiting in California. Mrs. William Dudgeon, Martha B. MacLeav, of London, is being welcomed to Portland after many years absence. Two weddings of great interest were those of Doris Henningsen ’20 to Severen Harkson and Harriet Walters ’22 to Nathan Thomas. ? ; We extend the sincerest sympathy to Mrs. Evelyn Farrar Skinner upon the death of her husband, Harold Otis Skinner. �■?- •S i 3 r l p li i r 33 Q I lExrhaimrs ■s ' | "Ml* RK are a number of our exchanges which have nor yet come to us, but, as it is early in the school vear we hope to hear from them, anti also, many new acquaintances, before the next issue. & y 2* •i The Delphic gratefully acknowledges the receipt of the following publications: i I & ' The Garrulous Pine, Miss Catlin’s School. A new paper to us. The short stories arc especially commendable for their vivid descriptions. The abundance of verse shows that you have much talent in that line. We hope to hear from you again. \ I y The Academia, St. Mary’s Academy. Of the poems, "Peace He Still," is most worth) of praise. We compliment you on your long exchange list. The Sentinel, Harvard Military School, Los Angeles, California. Your "school notes" are most interesting. I he whole paper is brief and to the point. We hope you will come again. ■ Saint Katherine’s Wheel, Saint Katherine’s School, Davenport, Iowa. "My Life At Saint Katherine’s," is an excellent theme. Your Calendar is also delightful. ! The Olvmpus, Olympia High School, Olympia, Washington. An ideal high school paper. You are new to us this year, but we hope to see you again. \ : # -K I ? Or : We acknowledge also: “The Cardinal,” Lincoln High School; Kmerald,” University of Oregon; “The Oregon Churchman.” '■ § The Lens, Washington High School. A good magazine with very fine editorials. Next time we hope to find an exchange department. 1 S- “The I! ' $ IS $ $ ! ; S3 $ �34 S r 1 ji lj t r (Sifts tn thp iiall > s » SHORTLY before the opening of school in Scpten ber, a beautiful wrought ^ iron cross of Flemish design, was erected on the cupola of the chapel wing, in memory of our late, beloved chaplain, the Reverend W A. M. Breck. The cross is a copy of one brought from Coutrai in France, and is the gilt ot the students, a large share ot the contribution coming from the class of 1922 The Alumnae Association has recently given the Hall an excellent gasoline lawn-mower, thereby enabling our faithful Janitor to keep the large lawn, and the school campus in fine condition. In addition to this useful and practical gift, the Association has placed in the hands of the Sister Superior, a cheque for three-hundred dollars. This is to be used for a marquise to be placed over the front door. A handsome design in wrought iron and opaque glass has been sub­ mitted for approval and it is expected that the marquise will be in place before the first of the year. Two pictures of unusual interest have been added to the many beautiful ones which already adorn our walls. One, “The Choristers,” is the gift of Miss Mary Failing. It was presented years ago, to her mother by Bishop Scott, the first missionary bishop of the northwest, and hung for many years in the old Failing home. The other is a small but very beautiful photograph of a portrait of Miss Catherine Wolfe, painted In- Sargent. It will be remembered that Miss Wolfe and her father gave the land on which the original St. Helen’s Hall was built. �1 $. I 0 e 1 p 1) t r 35 - ri & §>rlmnl ®mtors L OR the past two years, Bishop Sumner has offered an Honorary Day Scholarship,’ for the pupil m the senior year who passes with the highest marks, in six points, in the College Board examinations in June. Gertrude Ireland won the scholarship this year. ;.rS m. '/?-* \ VI a Si * I he school also offers a prize of one hundred dollars to the Senior who passes highest in all the examinations required for entrance into a standard eastern college. This year the prize was won by Catherine Overbeck, who completed her preparation for Wellesley, passed creditably all the Entrance Board examinations, and received “Highest Rating” in English. % 3 Roberta Doutv exhibited several landscapes, done in pastel, at the Salem State Fair in October. One of these was awarded a blue ribbon, and one a red. Incidentally, Roberta’s horse, “Romping Pea Vine” won a blue ribbon on the same occasion. ft * Anne Wentworth won the medal given by the “National Society of Colonial Daughters,” for the best essay on a Patriotic subject. The Essay is printed below. r.t tulip Arms (ttmtfrmtrr £ ' :■■■ pHE world war brought such ruin, want, and suffering that the people deemed it necessary to evolve some plan whereby future wars should be impossible. America was the first to act. Since she had not felt the blow of war as keenly as France and England she could more easily entertain. In the spring of nineteen twenty-one, President Harding sent an invitation to all nations to meet at the capitol of the United States on the twelfth of November. In his opening speech he said: “Gentlemen of the Conference, the United Stares welcomes you with un­ selfish hands. We harbor no fears, we have no sordid ends to serve; we suspect no enemy; we contemplate or apprehend no conquest; content with what we % •T'- £ !- "= > £ i » ■ h * “ �! ' * ' ; :■ S i ; : ■ 1 : 3G 0 r 1 \\ It t r have we seek nothing that is a not hers. We only want to do to you that finer, nobler thing which no nation can do alone.” Each nation was represented by some of her most able men. Among the most prominent delegates were: from England, the Right Honorable Arthur I Balfour, Lord President of the Council. The most important of his many offices have been those of Secretary for Scotland, Chief Secretary for Ireland, Prime Minister, First Lord of the Admiralty. His philosophical temper makes him “calm in crisis and unfussed in victory.” Aristide Briand, Prime Minister, headed the French delegation. “No living politician has snatched so many victories from so many defeats.” He has held the office of Minister of Public Instruction and Fine Arts, Minister of Justice and Cults, President of the Council and Minister of the Interior. Japan’s delegation was headed bv Prince Tokueawa who is President of the House of Peers, \i democrat in Ins views and actions, a member of no political party, and a student of international affairs.” It is an interesting fact that all the Chinese delegates were graduates of American Universities. Dr. R. \ . Wellington Koo, former Chinese Minister, is a graduate of Columbia and during Ins student days served as editor of the Columbia “Spectator.” He returned to China in nineteen eleven and was appointed Secretary to the Ministery of Foreign Affairs. America’s representation included Mr. Charles Evans Hughes, who presided, and represented the Administration; Mr. Cabot Lodge and Mr. Underwood represented the Senate and the two parties in it; Mr. Elilui Root represented the public. It is unquestionable that men of such standing and ability can not agree to relieve the world from heavy taxes and constant fear of war. To many, as President Harding made his first speech on the opening day, was made clear the significance of the two succeeding days—the burial of the “Unknown Soldier,” who symbolized our grief over the sacrifices of the war just passed; and the opening of the Conference which symbolized our hope of making such sacrifices unnecessary. The keynote of the whole Conference was sounded when Charles Evans Hughes, the American Secretary of State, said: “If we are to disarm we must do it.” His suggestions were that the powers declare a ten year naval holiday in which no ships for war be built and offering to scrap a large number of our battle­ ships completed and in the process of being built and that Great Britain and �J 1 Dv1 hi r .! : % $ g 37 Japan^do likewise, making the United States’ and Great Britain s ratio five each to Japan’s three. £yj 4 When news of this wonderful treat}' was flashed to all parts of the earth, the whole world seemed to take on an entirely new view of life. The veterans felt that thev and their dead comrades had not fought in vain and the world would not have to go through long years of depression again. a •I w 'll' Ifl Ifi I f I “One shall prevail there at the Conference, Where nations meet to draw the fangs of war; ' 4* One shall prevail, but not by eloquence, For he is silent as the strong ones are. i The mighty army of the sacred slain i Would rise and roam the earth and cry I ‘Oh statesmen of the world, why did we die? Why lie we here—we who held life so dear?’ This is the message that the ‘Unknown’ brings Back from the world from those behind the veil They will not dare ignore Earth’s honored one There at the Conference he shall prevail. »» 4: I % ■% . 4■ ■ S3 4. 1 '!:rf <- i i: 4 i: % 1 i. : — V �'' 38 0 r l \s It \ r I i ' (Halmhar, 1922-UJ23 Registration ot Pupils, September 8th and 9th. ! 1 The Fifty-fourth Year begins September 12th. Thanksgiving Holidays, November 29th to December 3rd. 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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. 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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 - Christmas 1922 Subject The topic of the resource School yearbooks Students High school student activities Student publications Teachers Description An account of the resource This is one of the oldest OES yearbooks, dated 1922. 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 1922 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource All rights are reserved by Oregon Episcopal School. Language A language of the resource English Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context oes_delphic_christmas1922-compressed.pdf http://archive.oes.edu/files/original/6b379d196dc3d15085be89278e56cb86.pdf fa1862ee07603ad8f1d1ac4411ddd106 PDF Text Text ���u ■ t PRESS OP LANE-MILES STANDISH CO. PORTLAND. OREGON ’I j I: * r 'i i : r .. ;; if f :4 i ■■■ ■ i �/ / ❖ I ®elpf)tc c i Cf)ri3tma£ 1921 1 ; : ! ! r ! ! k �Editor-in-Chicf Marion Farrell Literary Editor Helen Holmes Assistant Literary Editor Catherine Overbeck Kalendar \ Philippa Sherman I Virginia Edwards Old Girl Notes . Virginia Pittock \ Janet Griffith / Elizabeth Holbrook Art Exchanges Margaret Boyer \ Leah Estelle Rose / Margaret McAlister Business Managers Advertising Managers 1 I n . ( Frances Cornell ji Helen Parker �CONTENTS Page Editorials.............................. . What’s the Use ................ The Hole In the Wall........... The Welsh Kitchen........ Tartar of the Range................. It Was Ever Thus.................... Sunset .................................... Poetry Versus Football........... Edwin Arlington Robinson. .. . Among Us Students (Cartoon) Kalendar ................................. Idlers Notice............ Old Girls’ Notes..................... Exchanges ................................ 7 12 14 15 16 17 18 20 24 25 26 29 31 33 ( ; �; . Df.lphic is published twice during the school year. Contributions are solicited from all the students. Literary communications should be addressed to the Editor-in-Chief. Business letters and subscriptions to the Business Manager. Subscription: $1.00 a year. VOL. 26 i .i ; j' : 0 .! : =' ' DECEMBER, 1921 No. 2 �! I I f. .•I 3. \ Eintmuala ^\T last to us of the class of Nineteen Twenty-two has been entrusted the management of the Delphic—our paper and your paper. During three long years, the magazine has played an important part in the lives of us all. Each one of us has read the Delphic, most of us have praised it, some few of us have criticized it, and the bravest of us have even contributed to it. Of course, we have looked forward to the time in which much of the responsibility should fall upon us; and, now that that time has arrived, it remains to be seen whether we have spent our days idly, in considering how fine a Delphic we should publish, or wisely, in considering how to publish a good Delphic. We look to the under­ classmen for judgment, because the magazine is the property of the school. We are merely caring for it until it shall pass into other hands. In his opening address, Bishop Sumner expressed the duty that every pupil should feel. She should consider herself in honor bound to do nothing that might in any way reflect on her school, Each girl is not merely a pupil here—she is a part of an institution that has stood the test of over a half century. These years have not all been prosperous. There have been years when the prospects for the future loomed up very darkly, indeed. But, through it all, St. Helen's Hall has not once lowered her standard of scholarship, even though it might have been at the cost of failure. There are two links that connect us with the world at large, The Alumna? Association, which represents the glorious work of the school in the past, and our Delphic. The paper is the exponent of the girls’ work at the present time. It shows the abilities of the girls both in literary affairs and in other activities of the school. It is here, too, that our school spirit must necessarily be reflected. Therefore, we the Senior class of ’22, pledge ourselves to make this year’s Delphic full of school spirit while not lacking in literary merit. •3 ■ ■ �8 iD C l p \) l C *: /11 HE helpful speech is the one which touches a vein in every human ^ heart, the one which can lend instruction and comfort to ever)' listener, not merely to a few. Such were the addresses given the girls by Bishop Touret of Idaho and Dr. Micou, Secretary of the Board of Religious Education of the Episcopal Church; for no emotions are more universal than loyalty and reverence. What mind is there which does not at some time think upon reverence, what heart which does not beat with loyalty for at least one person or one ideal? Yet many are led astray either by a false standard of loyalty or by something not godlike yet called reverence. This happens when loyalty and reverence go not hand in hand, when the one is not a part of the other. These two keynotes of human life and society, loyalty, and rever­ ence, were the subjects for the two addresses. While the one dealt with reverence alone, and the other with loyalty and reverence combined, to me the two seemed as one. To be sure, there was no intention of sim­ ilarity. The manner of delivery and the thoughts were altogether differ­ ent in the two, yet in my mind they will ever be associated, Bishop Touret’s speech as an introduction to Dr. Micou’s, which, in its turn, was a subtle answer to the subtle question asked by the Bishop. Bishop Touret spoke of the lack of reverence and of the excessive use of slang during the present day. He humorously declared that every­ one must have a goat, but try as he might he could never see one; and, therefore, was continually searching for the goat so often mentioned. He touched upon the conceit of the day when he asked if we had had so much experience that we could “tell the world.“ He remarked that, wherever he might go he heard “I’ll say so,” “1 11 tell the world!” How­ ever as enjoyable and helpful the Bishop’s speech was, he had merely come to bring greetings from St. Margaret’s school and to say a very few words; and he left the remaining time to Mr. Micou. flf Mr. Micou spoke of two loyalties, the greater and the lesser. He spoke of loyalty as a wonderful and beautiful thing in life if one knew how to avoid conflicting loyalties, how to let the lesser give way before the greater. He mentioned the different kinds of loyalty, first with examples from everyday life, then with examples from the life of Christ in proof of the truth of his statements. . •i : •i He spoke first of loyalty for friends and of what a wonderful thing it was. He declared, however, that where loyalty for one’s friends con­ flicted with loyalty for one’s school, the higher loyalty for school must �ZD c l p fj i c 9 prevail over the lesser loyalty. He declared it no disgrace to report a schoolmate if she had done something that might reflect upon the school; and mentioned, for example, the policy of his own school, by which any person who cheated or lied was not a gentleman and therefor was not fit to associate with gentlemen. He then spoke of the false loyalty; and, as an example from school life, he gave the stadium to be erected at Berkeley, In that case a comparatively few students compelled the whole student body to give money for years to come for a stadium when dormitories were needed. He also mentioned, as an example of false loyalty in the state, the few agitators who are trying to stir the people to a war with Japan. Then, as the greatest loyalty possible to people of this world, he mentioned the loyalty for the world at large shown in missionary work and in caring for the poor. He quoted the words of Polonius to his son, “To thine own self be true"; and remarked that to be loyal was to be true to oneself. He spoke of the life of Christ as an example of the greatest loyalty possible. He remarked upon Christ’s loyalty to His friends and quoted His words: Greater love has no man than this, that he lay down his life for his friends." He declared, however, that He sacrificed His friends to His work. He mentioned His sacrifice of Judas, and recalled His answer when told that His mother and brothers awaited Him outside the temple in which He was preaching, “Who is my mother and who are my brothers?” Yet as Mr. Micou remarked, His last thoughts were of His mother, two of His last speeches from the cross concerning her. He prepared for her future safety amidst His own sufferings. The speaker then called to mind His loyalty to His ruler in His words “Render unto Caesar that which is Caesar’s, and unto God that which is God’s. How­ ever. His loyalty for the world at large was His greatest loyalty, Mr. Micou declared; because He drove the Jews, His countrymen, from the court of the Gentiles when they were changing money there and pre­ venting the Gentiles from listening to the word of God. In conclusion, he declared that if we had true reverence in our hearts, every conflicting loyalty would straighten; the lesser giving way before the greater. M. B. ’22. ! V �10 lls ! ' v 1 i : iD C l P IJ l c ^IjtjtAS t*iere ever a Western girl who did not, at sometime in her scholastic career, secretly desire to finish her school-days at an Eastern college? Perhaps the wish was made at a moment when she received some test-paper bearing the much-coveted mark that is dis­ tinguished from all others by virtue of its altitude. Or—perchance the ■words of a speaker stirred her latent ambition. The ambitions of St. Helens Hall girls stirred recently as Miss Morris, registrar of Mt. Holyoke College and member of the College Entrance Examination Board, talked to us and told some of the reasons why a Western girl should take her college course in an Eastern school. Miss Morris first spoke of the value of tradition. The traditions of the lives and ideals of the men and women who founded the schools, permeate and influence the life and spirit of these institutions to-day. Afiss Morris gave Mt. Holyoke as an example. Founded in 1837, by Mary Lyon, a New England school teacher, who believed in the importance of ■woman’s education and contended that the girl should be as well educated as the boy, Mt. Holyoke still maintains the ideas of high education of her founder and her ideals of democracy, sincerity, simplicity and desire for service. Each year she sends from her halls women who are prepared, by their education, ideals and religion, to lay numerous gifts at the Altar of Sendee to Others. The type of education offered by such a college, was said by the speaker, to make its curriculum especially desirable. The courses are purely cultural and allow no vocational work; thus they give the student a general foundation of learning, which, while it gives a knowledge of many things, prepares and fits for a specialized training. She further remarked that every day educators were coming to believe more thorough­ ly in the preparatory work of a cultural course. Small classes, and the close individual contact of professors and students were mentioned as other advantages. Miss Morris spoke particularly of the benefit of distance, and that ft was worth while to go East to college because of the very fact that it took one away from home. The student might then acquire a broader viewpoint and avoid that aptness to become sectional. This fact has been appreciated in every part of the nation, for the enrollment lists of Western colleges have shown that an ever-increasing number of Eastern men and women have sought their college training in schools distant from their homes and accustomed environment. It was pointed out that a woman’s college presented opportunities for leadership and independence which the girl was denied in the uni­ versity where the men were the leaders and held the chief offices. �Seiji fcic 11 . But in order to preserve the standards of these schools, the student must have certain subjects and possess the ability to continue her work in deeper channels. Miss Morris stated that the College Entrance Exam­ inations had fulfilled their purpose satisfactorily and nearly always a student who had the “content" and was able to express her knowledge, had been found capable of carrying college work. In concluding, Miss Morris advised the girls not to think of the examinations as a barrier, but as a challenge to prove their fitness and ability to receive a higher education. She expressed the wish that some of St. Helen's girls might pass their college days in Eastern schools and might become imbued with a love of learning for its own sake; that some might investigate various branches of art, philosophy or science in search of Truth. L. E. R. '22. OS) mum REGON! To some that word means nothing. To others it conveys a vague idea of space—a state, far out on one side of the country, with no particular form or use, except that it always rains. To others, it means so much that it makes their hearts warm when they hear the word. To this chosen few, it represents a country, mild and fragrant. The memory of the scent of the fir-covered hills makes their nostrils tingle. The pungent odor of dewey grass seems to reach them, no matter how far away they are. Even the warm sun seems to penetrate them with its message of life. In the heart of the state, at the joining of two navigable rivers, there is a city—a town once—a city now. There, friendship is a little truer and one can make friends without half trying. The sun is a little brighter and a fresher breeze is blowing. In spite of the much-exaggerated rain, the skies are a trifle bluer. In the heart of the city there is an atmosphere of work and strife, as in every other gathering of human beings, but there’s more of giving and less of buying, more of reaping and less of sowing. Away from the bustle of the city in the residence sections, the bonds of home are a wee bit tighter. The restful hills and snow-peaked mountains guard and inspire every day. This city is open to everyone, but may those who consider it their home, ask that none enter it criticizing. May the world be its guest in the future and may the people of the world learn to love it for its scenery and true worth. But may they not harm or hurt it in any way. Dorothy Haradon ’23. , �12 iD C l p !j l C it ! LITERARY Uliafii the lUu'? > '!( JOHN MERCER, am leaving these trodden paths of men. At the end -W t of the present month I shall be deep in the heart of Africa, where I may find relief. During my boyhood, 1 was almost normal in all re­ spects. 1 participated in sports and enjoyed outdoor life, although scien­ tific reading claimed much of my attention. In my second year of college I fell ardently in love with the daughter of one of my professors. She, however, gave no response as she seemed to prefer the frivolous chatter of my rivals to my serious and scientific discussions. My chief rival happened to be a commercial student who was preparing for an advertising agency and was very enthusiastic over his work. Much to my disgust, Matilda seemed to enjoy his lectures on the art of getting money through the “ad.” I was frequently a pained spectator of his fascinating effect on the girl I loved, and as I watched the display of interest with which she listened to his silly chatter about pamphlets and posters, I grew to hate the mere thought of an advertisement The worst shock of my life came when my rival married Matilda, although I cannot say it was at all unexpected. It seemed to turn me against the world and I found my companionship in the musty old volumes of the school library. Here I spent most of my time reading anything of technical or educational turn, but taking the greatest interest in Ancient History. I mused upon the wonderful civilization of days long past that - ! ! i 't i! i I �2D c l p hic 13 compared so favorably with the sordid, narrow, money-grabbing races of today. The ancients were philosophers and poets while we are a race with one ideal—the gathering of the almighty dollar. From this secluded life of college I was precipitated into the midst of the environment 1 so despised. My uncle died, leaving me an immense fortune, and a prosperous and growing business, which required my particular and immediate attention. Here I was confronted with the very phase of life 1 so hated As it rested on a foundation built up by extensive advertising, 1 tried to swallow my foolish prejudice against commercial life and conduct the enterprise personally. It was useless. Whenever I read the proof of any of our numerous ads or placed my name on any new advertising program, I actually shuddered. The climax came on a combined business and pleasure trip to the Pacific Northwest 1 had long looked forward to a trip on the famous Columbia River Highway and my distress was almost unbearable to see this wonderful stretch of natural beauty discredited at regular intervals with enormous bill boards—yellow and red—extolling the virtues of the very brand of pickles I was manufacturing. It was the last straw! To think that I had so contaminated the beauty of nature by my commer­ cialism. I returned to the East, converted most of my fortune into stocks and bonds and attempted to lead the existence of a scholarly bachelor but without avail. I was completely surrounded by advertisements. Aly daily mail invariably carried inducements to invest in some oil drilling scheme, or carried literature on chewing gum and shaving cream. 1 Tried traveling, but it was worse. There seemed to me no haven avail­ able from that sordid influence of commerce. My only enjoyment con­ sisted of the study of the earlier races of man. How often I longed to live in those glorious years many centuries before Christ. In those days the scholars and the teachers were held in regard, and the business that existed was carried on in an orderly and neighborly fashion, as secondary to the arts. It is too much! I have decided to leave this country to make an extensive tour of the old world. Six months later. I sailed on an obscure and unadvertised line, which, however, was noted for its excellent service and appointments. On the first day names of modern hotels of Europe were flaunted before me in the smoking room. I dashed to my stateroom and appeared in public only at mealtime. England and France were the same. Even the ancient canals of Venice were lined with advertisements. All Europe appeared to me as one immense bill-board. In Thebes, there was no relief. Hurriedly 1 departed to the burial ground of the Kings—the Pyramids. Here, I thought, was a change, but on second glance I noticed a peculiar looking 7 i « �14 23 dpi; ic object about five miles away-—an oil driller. My last hope was almost gone. Dropping my eyes from the horrible sight I saw an odd looking stone by my feet. Picking it up I was delighted to see one side covered ■with ancient hieroglyphics, I hurried home to translate this message, in all probability some seer’s dictum, some gem of knowledge that had lasted through the ages. Seizing my magnifying glass I deciphered the writing with which 1 happened to be familiar. Imagine my horror when 1 beheld: “I. Murabi of Ur, maker of pottery, do proclaim the product of my wheel to be of superior quality and can be bought for a lesser number of rings of silver than the inferior products of my neighbors.” I sail for home on the next boat. What’s the use of trying to get away from the eternal "ad”? Susabeth Bruce ’24. (idu> Sinlc tit tin' Hall > * > /•||\NE day shortly after 1 had come to live on this earth, I was wandering down the road when 1 came to a high stone wall. I noticed a small opening, and upon looking through 1 was dazzled by the brilliancy inside. A great procession was passing slowly by, the most wonderful I had ever imagined. I saw Ancient Greece and Rome at the height of their magnificence and splendor. Then again I saw them humble in their ruins. Peoples of many nations passed by during the centuries and I recognized them all, for the hole through which I looked was a magic hole sent by God For man’s use. Long processions of proud kings and haughty queens, shrewd statesmen, crafty politicians, daring soldiers, learned writers, and famous inventors passed in review. I watched England and France and Spain fight their battles in all ages past. America came last, the youngest and the greatest. She appeared before my eyes, step by step, from the discovery by Columbus, to the Great World War, and I even caught a glimpse of her future greatness. Such men as America has produced the world will never see again, but others will arise to take rfieir places. The brilliant procession had almost passed on when I tried to rise, fc>ut I found that I was old. I had spent many years in trying to fathom the mysteries of the past. I had but partially succeeded. I saw a Spirit shrouded in shadows coming towards me, and he closed the hole, took �iD c l p \) i c 15 me by the hand, and pointed upward. Then I knew that only the Angel of Death could take away the one great thing in life, the hole which I had used—Education! Florence Niles ’23. A Mflslt mtdrnx] "-Wte. Tjj HE kitchen in the home of a prosperous Welsh family had lately been the scene of bustle, but now it had settled into the peaceful quiet of the Sabbath morning. The windows were hung with simple, white curtains and in each a fuschia bloomed. The old grandfather clock in the corner slowly ticked the hours away, The red tile floor was decorated with stain made from the green leaves of the wild dock. Hung on the four walls, which were painted a delicate green were four Sheffield dish covers of various sizes. In one corner was a large cupboard on whose shelves were platters of blue willow ware. The table, chairs and three-legged stool had been scrubbed until their unpainted surfaces were snowy white, The fireplace was the most striking object in the room, Over the hearth was a large mantlepiece on which stood brass candle sticks, small copper kettles and pewter plates. The slate floor in front of the hearth had been darkened with soap and then decorated with scrolls done in white chalk. The grate had been shined with coal tar until it almost dazzled the eye. On either side of the grate was a stand for kettles or pots, and behind each stand stood an iron lamb. They had been polished until the wool on their iron sides shone like silk, In front of the grate was a large iron fender and the iron stool which stood beside the hearth had been scrubbed until it looked like steel. On one side was a set of fire irons. The roast turning slowly on the jack sent forth the promise of a delicious dinner. The fire burned brightly and the flames leaped up as if they were trying to touch the jack, which stood about five feet from the floor. The old iron kettle sang cheerily on the hearth. The noon day sun threw its slanting rays on the chimney corner where the big black and white manx cat sat blinking his sleepy eyes. From without could be heard the voices of the happy family returning home from church. Catherine Deyette, ’25. ! I �16 iD C l p Ij l C (Tartar of tlu' Statute ! § ’t •I! { r s I -■ ^ij[N the cold, white paradise of Oregon’s majestic mountains lived the “Nomad,” a wild sorrel horse who knew no master. Through his veins the sporting blood of his fathers perpetually coursed its grand circuit, whipping to foam his mad love for a race. This heritage had come down to him from his grandfather, ‘Happy-Go-Lucky,' the undis­ puted King of Tartar Turfdom, who had gaily galloped to victory for many seasons. Years before, the father of the Nomad, toiling over the old Oregon Trail, had broken the straps that bound him to man and civilization, and had come into the heritage of his predecessors, the unshod tartars of the range. Now in the heart of the Nomad, pulsed the hot. impetuous blood of the idol of Epsoms Downs, and the stars seemed to tell him of another world, a world that he had never known. As he paused in his grazing on the mountain slope, with his nostrils dilated to inhale the fragrance of the night air, he was not the Nomad, not a nameless horse, but Happy-Go-Lucky who stood there, Happy-Go-Lucky in the full glory of his youth and strength. A strange thrill went through him, as the wind bore from out of the timber, a wailing howl, the cry of a wolf pack, gone mad in the dead of winter. He was free—free as the breeze that lifted his tangled mane. No bit was in his mouth, no shoes were on his hoofs, He was free to race. From the bluff on which he stood, he could see them run­ ning neck to neck, a snapping, snarling, howling mass of fur-clad fury, as they rushed into the natural moonlit arena below him. There was a long drawn-out snarl, a snap, and the fangs of one wolf sank into the flesh of his running mate, and the demons of their hearts were loosened. The remainder of the pack circled around them. Into the ring of death, leaped the grandson of Happy-Go-Lucky! And so they fought—the snapping, snarling wolves and the wild, enraged stallion. Sharp fangs sank into the sorrel throat. He reared, then frantically broke for safety, and the race was on. Never before had the old moon seen such a spectacle as the race of the Derby King’s grandson and the mad wolves. Over the rooted aisles of the forest, thundered the unshod hoofs, with death in relentless pursuit. Then side by side they ran. With a burst of speed the Nomad gained an inch. Panting, he reached the edge of the cliff towards which they were racing, and with a proud toss of his head, he hurled his huge body into the vast obscurity of the abyss. The baffled wolves peering into the lake beneath them saw a splash �ZD c l p ij i c 17 of water. Only a streak of silver moonlight marked the path in which he swam. There was a gritting of snow and sand as he reached the opposite shore, and as he stood on the bank, wet and exhausted, he was Happy-Go-Lucky, the king. Cecilie Applegath, ’25. lit Una iEttn* (Uinta (ftLLEN MONROE fastened his coat more firmly about him and drew his warm, fur-lined gloves over his hands. They were beautiful hands, with the long, graceful fingers of an artist. Pulling his cap firmly down on his head, he stepped out into the storm, and turned towards the beach. It wasn't far a distance of only two or three blocks. The wind was blowing quite hard from the south, but to Allen it was merely a friend challenging him to leave the comforts of the studio-cottage and come out and help fight with the world. The mist was coming down quite heavily. It was almost a rain. Upon reaching the beach, Monroe stopped a moment to ponder upon the course he should take, and after some hesi­ tancy decided to go up the beach, south. How characteristic of him to take the more difficult path, to battle against the wind rather than be pushed! He had spent a trying day in the studio. Until last night, the weather had been ideal, and he had spent the time roaming about the woods, up and down the beach, sometimes sketching, sometimes really painting, sometimes just lying, watching fleecy summer clouds float across the blue heavens. He had many friends among the guests. He had been with the tiresome society girls all day, listening to their silly chatter and watching their flirtations with the other chaps. They disgusted him. "Aren’t there any sincere women in the world? he asked himself, as he strode up the beach. “Do they all think of themselves only? Did all the real girls die with the last generation?” Only the seagulls heard him, but they weren’t polite enough to answer. Perhaps they didn’t know, Out here on the beach with nothing around him but the great, angry, gray waves, the gray sky, the sanddunes, it seemed as if there were only happiness and beauty in all the world! How great it was to be out in this expanse, alone! But—was he alone? Something seemed to be moving down the beach, coming towards him. Surely, nobody else had come out on a day like this, as he had i ! I r . �18 f, JB c l p fj i c done, just for recreation. Yes, somebody had—for the somebody was a vivacious looking girl, walking rapidly. The wind blew her skirts daintily about her. Her hair was a mass of curls. When she drew nearer, Monroe could see the soft, damp ringlets around her forehead. They had rebelliously blown out from under her bright red tarn, and were peeking up at him. Around her was wrapped a long, gray cape which seemed to fade into the gray backgound. “If only I could catch that on canvass,” gasped Monroe. What a picture! Those curls, the cloak, the sea, the sand; everything gray, broken only by the splash of bright red of her tarn, her cheeks, and her lips! Here is a real girl!” thus he mused, as she approached. “What a relief! No nonsense here! I began to think there didn’t live a girl like this except inside the covers of a story book—!” He stopped in the middle of his meditation. Here she was beside him. Hastily, she drew out a hand from the folds of her dress. She held something which she dabbed over her face. Oh! how horrible! How disconcerting! A powder puff! M. L. F. ’22. ■i • ; 0mtsrt 33 EEP in the wooded valley of the Severn, lived a little Mercian maid with only her grandfather for a companion. Their home had been the dwelling of their ancestors, whose religion and customs the old man still revered. He had brought the girl up to be a heathen as well. How­ ever, there was something of beauty in the worship of these two for the sun and moon. They knew no higher diety, so following a natural tendency, they knelt each morn and eve to the glory of light. The old man loved to tell the stories of his people’s power in the day of the great Penda, and his little grand-daughter, Aelia, patiently heard him. She granted his every wish, and endeavored with devotion to make him happy. Her duties were many, and among them was the task of driving home the swine at dusk. One day she discovered two were missing, and while searching them out, she spied a man beside the river bank. He was kneeling in prayer and Aelia wondered at this. The sun was neither rising nor setting, so that the girl’s curiosity prompted her to approach the stranger. He did not see her until he had risen. Then, as she drew back in fear, he extended his hand, and his kind face reassured her. }•' ir ! i �/ 19 iD C l p \) l C - “And from where may you come, my little maid?’’ he asked in his quiet voice. Aelia, somewhat abashed answered that she had lost her swine. “May I not help find them?” he offered. She timidly assented, and together they set out. Gradually, as Aelia’s confidence returned, she began to ask questions. Why had he knelt there beside the river before sunset? The man then realized that she was a heathen, and began to explain very simply the one God of all. “He is always watching over us e’en though the sun be set said the man as he finished the story of Christ. Having found the lost swine, he bade her goodbye. , “I am Father Caedda,” he said, “and I will come again soon.” That night there was a new light for the mind of Aelia. She dreamed of Heaven and the angels about the “Throne on High.” As time went on. the priest and the girl became great friends, though she dared not tell her grandfather of it. One day, Caedda, whom we know as the blessed St. Chad, heard that the old man was very ill. “Some one must go to him,” he said and accompanied Aelia to her grandfather’s bedside. Caedda saw that the man was very near the end, and lighting his darkness by reading to him “Our Lord’s Prayer,” the priest won his consent to be baptized. The rite was barely performed when he peacefully closed his eyes for the last time. After a Christian burial of her grandfather, Aelia went with Caedda to his home. She became as his own child and grew up to beautiful womanhood. Few, when they read of St. Chad and his removal from the North­ umbrian see, remember the happy life of the good man in Mercia or his inspiration at sunset. V. E. ’22. I' .p “A garden is a lovesome thing, God wot! Rose plot, Fringed pool, Ferned grot— The veriest school Of peace; and yet the fool Contends that God is not— Not God! in gardens! when the eve is cool.” 1 > �20 ZD c l p tj i c Prn'tru uprsitH JfmitlutU j|T was a beautiful day in mid-October, and the Harvard campus was alive with boys coming from the athletic fields. Two. in particular, ■were noticeable from the greetings which they received on every side. However, Percival Rodney Philips, commonly known as Rod,” and his chum, Jim Banks, were not genial as usual. They were engaged in con■v'ersation. “Well, Rod,” remarked one of them, "What's the matter? Has the professor been digging into you?” "Wait until you see the letter,” was the only answer he received. They walked on in silence and made their way to the room they shared. Rodney took a letter from the desk and, handing it to his friend, dramatically remarked: "Read, mark, learn, and inwardly digest.” Jim Banks read the letter, then tossed it upon the table saying, < m Can’t understand much of it, but I guess it's alright.' "Alright,” Rodney whistled, "What about me?” Jim smiled, "I told you not to write all that trash about your poetry. I^et this serve as an example unto you—” “Well, what else could a fellow do? He wrote to me hoping that I was a—a—a—What was that phrase? Oh! I have it, A child of the muses, nourished by literature and art’.” Jim grinned. "Percival Philips is a very poetical name. I’m going to gym. Adieu.” He bowed low and departed. Left alone, Rodney re-read the letter. “My dear Nephew Percival,” it ran. "Your letter arrived bearing com­ fort to my troubled breast. Yea, my dear boy, my heart was heavy within me; for 1 feared me that, in my inconquerable zeal for contemplation and st lady, I had not taken sufficient thought concerning you. It brings sweet peace to my mind to know that you are beloved of the Muses and that you have a great distaste for that most vulgar of games, commonly known as football. Of course, its roughness would offend your sensitive and poetical soul. I desire—nay, I command that you send me one of th g poems which you have composed. Farewell, my boy, may the Muses protect thee.” Rodney sighed. Since he had known anything, it had been Uncle Percival Rodney Philips this, and Uncle Percival Rodney Philips that. He had taken his first steps to the tune of it, he had worked and played ! ■ * �iD c 1 p fj i c 21 to the tune of it. For him, there had been no buga-boo man, no sand man, no Santa Claus; but merely Uncle Percival Rodney Philips. Rodnew knew very little concerning this uncle except that he had spent his life in England and had devoted himself to study. Rodney had been left in his care upon the death of his parents; but, heretofore, only the shadow of Uncle Percival had clouded his happiness. Everyone else had worried the boy with tales of his Uncle Percival Rodney Philips and his riches, but the uncle himself had not troubled him. He had merely sent him money, far too much money for a boy of his age. Now, he had taken it into his head that his nephew must be a poet, and, Rodney, the captain of the football team, knew absolutely nothing of poetry. Rodney, however, was not the one to worry very long over any­ thing (at least not until it was time to worry). Accordingly, he threw the letter upon the table and went to practice “that vulgar game commonly known as football Several days later as he rode to town, Rodney was accosted by a man of middle age whom he had seen about the campus. "Well, boy," he remarked, “You are a good player. Keep it up and you will be captain next year, too.” Rodney shook his head. “No chance. That old crank of an uncle who is sending me here has taken it into his head that I've got to be a poet.” “You a poet!” the man laughed, “Write to him and tell him that you are not poetically inclined.” That’s just the trouble. I told him that I wrote poetry all the time,— thought it would please the old fellow. Now he wants me to send him one of my poems.” “Urn,” the man looked grave. Then his face lighted up. “I have it, I—er—I used to be somewhat of a poet myself. Suppose I give you one of my poems?” Rodney looked at him incredulously. “I mean it. You can send it to the old man and he’ll never know the difference.” That would be great. But suppose he wants a whole collection? * * “You have to take a chance. It’s a fighting chance, at least.” Rodney hesitated. “If the old man weren’t such a crank I wouldn’t do it, but—0 shucks, why shouldn’t I?” “No reason at all that you shouldn’t. I’ll bring you the poem in a. couple of days.” / �22 The poem was delivered according to the promise. Rodney read it over. It seemed pretty good even to his unpracticed mind. “It is pretty romantic/’ he confidently remarked to Jim. It begins 11 ke this, “She dwelt among untrodden ways Beside the Springs of Dove” and it ends like this: “She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave and 0! The difference is to me!” 11 is the end that I am afraid of.” “Never mind,” said Jim reassuringly. “Poets are always mushy. "The professor will think that Lucy was your nurse or your Sunday school teacher.” Accordingly, the poem was mailed together with a letter which cost both Rodney and Jim one whole afternoon of genuine labor. “The old man seems to have a pretty good opinion of my letters, anyway,” Rodney remarked with a touch of pride, “He fell for the first one.” The following days were busy ones, and. in the excitement of the football rush, Rodney forgot Uncle Percival Rodney Philips for a time (only a time), That gentleman was speedily brought to his mind by the following cablegram: Dear Nephew Percival: The poem which you sent me, as yours, is, as you doubtless know, one of Wordsworth’s. I perceive that you are a liar; and, what is much worse, know nothing of the poets. I shall sail for America to-morrow. Rodney was both angry and worried, “Nice little joke to play on a fellow,” he told Jim. “That man is probably laughing about it yet. The professor will arrive just before the big game, I won’t be able to play and we’ll lose.” (Rodney wasn’t conceited, he was merely selfconfident.) However, the day of the big game dawned, and still no Uncle F^ercival. Rodney felt that it was his last game, If it had been a question of money alone, the boy would have told his uncle to mind his o v/n affairs; but he realized that he owed the old gentleman everything he had, and he did not like to go against his wishes, Therefore, he played as he never had before; and won a great victory over the rival school. 4 « . iD C l p ij l C �1 2D e l p fj i c 23 The next day the summons came, He went to the hotel reluctantly; and, it must be confessed, a trifle fearfully, You can not blame him when you consider that, since his first steps had been taken, he had heard ‘Uncle Percival Rodney” from morning until night. The man whom he met surprised him somewhat, He was distinguished, but not scholarly looking. Rodney’s first thought was that he would have made an excellent quarterback. ‘‘Well,” said Uncle Percival, “What have you to say for yourself? “Nothing,” answered Rodney looking into his eyes, ‘T did wrong, and I am sorry.” The old gentleman’s eyes twinkled, “Well,” he remarked putting his hand on the boy’s shoulder, "if you always play football as well as you did yesterday. 1 suppose I will have to forgive you.” “Did - did you see the game?” faltered Rodney. I came to America for the sole purpose of witnessing that very game. Don't look so puzzled and I shall explain myself. My time in England has been spent in racing horses, not in studying. You wonder why I did not come right out and say so. My father wished me to be a man of letters. 1 went abroad to study, but went astray. My father died, and I never seemed to think it necessary to inform my relatives of my occupation. To be truthful, I disliked children; and 1 thought that it would be much easier to neglect you as a scholar than as a breeder of race horses. A short time ago, my conscience began to trouble me— rather late, I confess. 1 determined to find out what sort of boy you were. And 1 did. Oh. Rodney, that letter”—the gentleman laughed heartily. “It was so apparent that you knew nothing of poetry that I decided to play a bit of a joke on you.” “Then you had that man give me the poem,” Rodney interrupted. “Certainly not. Do you mean to tell me that you allowed someone to give you a poem?” “I thought he composed it.” “It i& very clear that you know more about football than poetry. However, 1 believe I know who gave you the poem. I met an old friend of mine here. He said that he had been watching you. He didn’t mention the poem; but, if he has not changed a great deal since I last saw him, he was the one who did it.” Rodney smiled good naturedly. “Well, Uncle Percival,” he began. “Don’t call me that,” roared that gentleman. “To name a boy that was just another one of Dad’s foolish notions. Call me Rod." M. B. ’22. r* t . �24 33 c l p Ij t c lEiUuitt Arliiigtau Hulunsmi jpDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON is one of the foremost of the modern American poets. One cannot speak of his works in detail, as they are so numerous. He has published some seven volumes of poems in all. Robinson’s poetry, unlike that of several other prominent American poets of today, shows throughout, the effects of a good education, His sketches of men are very true to life and all of his works are written in elegant verse. In short, Mr. Robinson is considered one of the most finished poets of today. Throughout the first of Air. Robinson’s poems there was a decided pessimistic tone but in his later works he seems to have gotten away from this. Mr. Robinson has a power of terse imagery which not many people possess. Oftentimes only a line will draw a ghastly picture if we allow our imagination to wander. This gruesome tone, however, is merely a suggestion and not an explanation. In ‘'The Master ”, a character sketch of Abraham Lincoln, Mr. Robin­ son has excelled, for he seems to have come nearer to the man than in any of his character sketches. One almost believes he knew personally, the man whom he has pictured there. This cannot be said of his sketch of Napoleon or that of Theodore Roosevelt; the sketch of Napoleon is especially poor. Mr. Robinson does not seem to have understoood the man at all as his sketch is not of the man about whom we have read so much in history. In many of Mr. Robinson’s poems there are references to his earlier life and to his home. They seem to have had quite a great influence on his work. His sketches too are said to have been written of people in fiis home town. The poem “Archibald and Isaac’’ in the collection called Captain Craig” is said to be part of Mr. Robinson’s autobiography. i ;; « € . ■ 1 Mr. Robinson is still a youngish man and many of his critics think tliat he will yet produce better poetry. He has tried his hand at plays fc>ut so far he has not been very successful along that line. However, his poetry is of the kind that will last, especially is this true of one or two of h is better poems. Lucy Spittle, ’23. ■ ‘ 1 �r\ HONG U5 STUDENTS the lunch Y\our I -BY | Bftsnu r %^OftRPER ’HOUIJMS P»XPH.T owrw TMRCfcCiwi-’ T«h.\E NPNES t oowV W,TH VA VliNT OUT TO DiNt X N is f>"* P^TO. COUClMRmS 0} f\ Piece of CSotoLoTe crkeI WoNOC,} Lt7TO R TMIVKS |y«OUT ZTE7 '~:i' :: '■ 1 1 Th«T hoiscf XVi a tia. looH ftu TKt »YlS m 1 i%0mm / THE -B089EQ THT\EE .WHO ? 7 THIS thf.'7 CorAA Eo»h,N«x -T««,nn.Vj nt .n\ e»* rn *.PuL*R>X h,^t’S ft vAft NO t O Ml Kq[ «*»T iv\ W»u a*fv, Oi>»E - IS TftKEN — ■ t V£R THUS l YX i\UL OV "V vNO\. �S C l P ii 26 KALENDAR. September 13— Sing a song of school days; For school has begun, September’s clear and cool days Give promise of much fun. But though we like the good times, Our duty we’ll not shirk, (And as 1 do for these rhymes) We’ll get right in and work. “Loyalty to friends” The Bishop told us all, “Is great, but greater even still, Is loyalty to the Hall.” September 20— A worthy lecture was delivered here, To bring the long expected hope more near, Of a cathedral, for a nation strong; And pictures followed all the plans along. �I iD c l p fj i c 27 September 27— For Nina., Jane, and Kay, We did the honors gay. A birthday cake, of Becky’s mold We trimmed in brown and gold. October f 6— Short fluffy frocks, beribboned curls, Candies, crackers, baby girls, Fat Teddy Bears and good games, too, The Old Girls’ party for the new. October 13— i The boarders all went out, Oh! what a joyful shout! For Robin Hood, in line they stood, And worth their while it was. Ociober 17— With reverence deep, we paid respect To our Beloved Father Breck. Shades o’ Pascal! What a fuss we made, O’er everything from map to weather vane. Our Physics class, one sunny day, had paid A visit to foretell the rain. October 27— Now Hallowe’en is near, A birthday, too, is here; With cats and rings, we combined two things— A party for to stew. And honored guests we had, To make the witches mad— For not to see the aged three, Our Martha, Pearl, and Jean. i �2S 5B c l p \) t c November 8— A visitor from an Eastern school has come. And with her brought a message, bright for some— “The golden value of experience reapt From colleges in old tradition steept.” November 10— For those who gave us all they had to give, That wars should cease, and peace forever live, A solemn service was held here today And trees, their memory shall ever stay. November 14— The quarter now is done The Seniors worked, They did not shirk. And the banner now they've won. November 19— We find we have some rising critics among us. Margaret Boyer, Elizabeth St. Clair, and Barbara Clark won prizes in the book review contest held by J. K. Gill. November 23— Some girls packed their bags and left the town To see their folks and to eat turkey brown. . November 28— During Music Week Mrs. Chapman presented Catherine Hay in a recital at Library Hall. f {. •• �29 iD C l p \) l C -7 a - a c ms 6 f1 L4A ? V, , s if 'v ‘O’ V v" -r { f'c 5 3 3l7i s7- vIMuOT 7 I f ■SO A pj ' 'I <\<* «. .n IU I »i S In - > \ ,(( ..> -»v.v- Halt, Ye Idlers, and notice! That everyone seems glad to be back at school. That the Senior class is larger than it has been for many years. That we have some new teachers and pupils. That we welcome them warmly, and hope they will learn to love the school as we do. That we have a new bell for our fire signal. That we all like to hear Kay laugh because she seems to enjoy it. That all the Seniors are not perfect, and sometimes descend to the lower floor. That studying seems to have singed the butterflies’ wings. That Laboratory Days for Physics are becoming very popular. That we all find writing serial stories in English interesting. That we have a real live composer of music here. That a great many girls have been heard quoting Macbeth. What has come over them? That our hocky players are fast becoming professionals. ! ! ' . �30 53 c l p fj i c *i f . That on Armistice Day, some new shrubs and trees were planted on our grounds. That the Seniors won the banner the first quarter. Congratulations, Seniors. That Helen Holmes and Catherine Overbcck are very busy with the Delphic That all the girls enjoyed themselves at the “Baby Party.” That our board in the Study Hall has the apearance of being a lost and found column. That we couldn’t find any thread or cord strong enough for the tenth experiment. m £ i Cf- * �31 2D c l p ij i c _____0__6 .supgiu I i a i t 1—1 s L ©ssms E I i IWir>n vrijorN Several of St, Helen's Hall graduates are enjoying college life at Reed this year. Among them we find Margaret Johnston ’19, Jessie Smith '20, Janet House ’21, and Elva Mervey ’21. Marion Jenkins ’20, is teaching school at Coquille, Ore., and we hope she is enjoying the trials of a teacher's life. Ruth Jenkins ’20, is studying at the Oregon State Normal school at Monmouth this year. Virginia Thatcher '20, and Evelyn Thatcher ’21, are attending Pacific University at Forest Grove. Eleanor Simpson ’20, is planning to spend the winter in California with her mother. Janice Parker ’21, is attending Miss Kirk’s school, preparatory for Bryn Mawr. Mary Helen Spaulding ’19, is at home this winter and is planning to spend much of her time on music. Harriett Breyman '20, is back with us again as a P. G. Harriett certainly must be attached to the Hall. Barendina Gardiner '19, and Martha Gardiner were visiting in Port­ land with their mother not long ago. Inez Chambers ’18, is spending some time abroad in England and France. Just at present she is studying the violin at the London Con­ servatory. Hylah Fraley ’20, is again enjoying the college life at Mills. Hylah is now in her Sophomore year. Anna Barker ’13, spent the summer in California. i ■ i i* �32 p iD c l p hi c i ■ Nadine Caswell ’17, spent much of her time at the Portland Fruit and Flower Mission (Day Nursery) during the summer. This winter she is taking an extension course at the University of Oregon, and is also doing welfare work. Ethel Waite ’15, was recently married to Mr. Graham E. McConnell. Jane Auterson ’13, was married to Mr. Grady E. Bollinger, October 29. Those who know Mrs. G. T. Paine (Ada Otten) of Berkley, Cal., who graduated from the Kindergarten Training class, will be pleased to hear that she has a little son. Mr. and Mrs. Harold Dekum Gill (Amy Robinson) 15, are being congratulated on the arrival of a daughter, October S. Laura Reed ’21, is studying at the Oregon Agricultural College. Oorvallis, this year. Dorothy Carpenter ’21, Helen Winter 21, and Thyra St. Clair 21, are at the University of Oregon. Mr. and Mrs. F. W. Heilman (Alice H Collier '05), are being con­ gratulated on the arrival of a daughter, Suzanne Elizabeth, born Sep­ tember 29. Mr. and Mrs. Herbert Ehricke (Jennet Hancock ’17) have a little son, Herbert, Jr., born October 26. Miss Roberta Powell was married to AAr. Charles A. Dwyer, Octo­ ber 26. Hazel Fairservice ’20, is attending the University of Washington. Hazel spent the week-end visiting the Hall not long ago. i i| i !l ' ■ f i i . 1 b <• �I y fe> ! ► ► ' i i txrlutiuuvs Many of our exchanges have not yet come to us, but, as it is early in the year, we hope to see them again and to include them in our next issue. "The Johnannean" from St. John’s school is an excellent number, and especially commendable is the essay on Friendship. Your pictures are good, but why do you not have more stories? “The Academia” from St. Mary’s Academy contains a great deal of fine poetry. "An Old Timer’s Tale” vividly depicts the spirit of the Indian. “Ogontz Mosaic” from the Ogontz School has an abundance of good material. Your story, "Seaweed,” is quaint, and your poetry is worthy of praise. We acknowledge: “The Academia” St. Mary’s Academy; “The Johnannean” St. John’s School; “Ogontz Mosaic” The Ogontz School; “Oregon Churchman” "0. A. C. 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Telephone Main 8038 i- FAILURE TO ENJOY STUDY May be due to need for glasses. Examination of your eyes will determine the matter definitely and if you do not need them, we will frankly tell you so. Sweet Grass Baskets Myrtle Wood Boxes Hand Painted Satin and Straw Baskets When you buy “Hazelwood” you secure the best there is in candy ( HAZELWOOD Confectionery and Restaurant 3S8 WASHINGTON ST. 127 BROADWAY Floyd F. Brower, Mgr. 115 Sixth I Delicious Chocolates, Caramels and Homemade Specials DAINTY GIFT PACKAGES in a variety of sizes and shapes COLUMBIAN Optical Company +----- " Hazelwood Candy . —n f ' — ■»> — '!■■■■>« ■»!' ■» '■< 1 ■ ■ •• I ■■•«■■■ l#jl PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS «•• ; I �* ERNST’S CANDIES Are popular both in price and quality SPECIAL SALES EVERY DAY TRY OUR WEEK END SPECIALS Fresh crisp Pea­ nut Brittle, 15c per lb. Our regular 75c Chocolates, 49c per lb. Large Assortment of FILLED BOXES. BASKETS, ETC. for the HOLIDAY TRADE i Oil. HOW GOOD Ernst's Fountain Drinks Hot Sundaes and Many Other Delicious Dishes Served From Our Fountain \ We specialize in our 20c, 25c and 30c LUNCHEONS Broadway & Washington Eleventh & Washington Factory. 64 & 66 N. 23rd St. ! —H —II —M — H —II—il—II—»« — M—II —U —II — PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS - ! I �----- + *-------- i! ! ! I ! i 1 I I I Rue tie la Paix CHOCOLATES Now $1.50 Pound Delicious French Chocolates—as you like them—made in our own daylight candy kitchen of the purest of ingredients, and oh, how unusual! That's why we’re telling you more about them—that is why people as far away as New York and Florida send to LipmanWolfe’s for their candy. For while you and your girl chums ate them last year with much acclaim, you re going to enjoy them much more this year. They’re better than ever, and there are many more delicious pieces, all with intriguing centers. And besides, best of all, this year they re only SI.50 pound. SWEETS BOOTH, STREET FLOOR j o. 1 I ! . j C/ Merchandise oP cJ Merit Only ! ! I i I Milk and Cream Butter and Eggs ! I ! I I i 4-- f | j j t : [ PORTLAND DAMASCUS MILK CO. Marshall 4000 ! You find Style, Comfort, and Quality in each and every pair of Walk Overs. Our shelves are full of the New Patterns that will appeal to you, including the new square toe Oxfords and Strap Pumps with prices within reach of all. $6.50 to $10.00 I i 1 ) I WALK OVERS 24TH & WASHINGTON STS. Walk Over Boot Shop Broadway at Washington —+ PATRON1ZE OUR ADVERTISERS �r 6 *j ■ jCT ' ,3 t* V I ■ ■ ' ■ ' i; i '! ■ >r*'v :V-:. ■ ■: ■■ .....;,V\ ■ V: "V...- . • & V- -^ ■ ■ . : 3 d$£r:x - : . t,:'. • f. ' =1111181811 " m&M.1 ■ i.j? W ; ■ �j: . ■ •- ■ . •• ........... , ■ 1 I “ * m � 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. 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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 - Christmas 1921 Subject The topic of the resource School yearbooks Students High school student activities Student publications Teachers Description An account of the resource This is one of the oldest OES yearbooks, dated 1921. 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 1921 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource All rights are reserved by Oregon Episcopal School. Language A language of the resource English Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context oes_delphic_christmas1921-compressed.pdf School yearbooks; Students; High school student activities; Student publications; Teachers http://archive.oes.edu/files/original/c5203e947b09c919d6c0833368264428.pdf cb86c5f5d470099bf382bdfc21b609c9 PDF Text Text !v : i- \ ' t, > : •• ’ ■; ; . ! '1 ! ■ ■ ’•* i ; ■' -K . ■ .! . . . . . • ^ -i i |pf^ i I# ty % • ■ . Hiita I Ifr : ■ ’■. �•: ®1 S " ■ ■ \X; ifrm ! ' *- >! nii 1? v‘1 * ii-W. 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' 1 i m. m ■ PAGE I i=2 7"9 The Graduates Editorials.......... 11 The Return of Gabriel. . . l5 A Drop of Dew l7 Sir Launce and Lady Lenore 18 Captives of the Storm........ 19 Tahiti...................................... 21 A Quest for Happiness 22. An Italian Garden 23 :• ";v . The Mermaid 24 A Class History .. 25 The Class Will 26 Class Prophecy 27 Athletics.......... 31 The Kalendar. 3- Exchanges. . . 3^ Old Girl Notes 38 To My Alma Mater 40 si If pv 1 I ; ip s s & £3 j; P-‘Y ! Pp 1 !• p:- S « im �Delphic is published twice during the school year. students should subscribe. All Literary communications should be addressed to the hditorin-Chiet". Business letters and subscriptions to the Business . Manager. Subscription, $1.00 a year. VOL. 27 June, 1923 No. 4 �-M *> S>S i W' ■Mr* — Wl i1 1 M •S’JZ.**' r-*$ I W: ‘?y mm ill • (~-~Z !: Bess Allen Gertrude Ireland Frances Weller Anne Wentworth Willetha Ritter Virginia Hull Lillian Luders Dorothy Haradon Florence Niles I i i! w¥ ■ •! i 6 - :r ��% *7UK . i Xs — SI p•••'. i { i I m ts£>. v g# ! ■ v s? azk i l ' 8 I Kg £« . ; Bess Edwards Margaret Spencer Pearl Biehn Hazelmary Price Margaret Newbegin Dorothy Scarbrough Consuelo Hamer Jean Muir m : ■ i a-: ■ & $ ��7“ £ Drl phtr □rv': 11 r rv •?'? ; % ; cJ >3 VA £r cx. «=**< ;ii liiiitorials ■S Ip • i U N IHIL DESPERANDUM,” never despair! Only two words, but how deep and inspiring their meaning. We cannot think of them as mere words. They should challenge us, when we are down-hearted and discouraged, to renewed efforts, as they would brace the homesick, lonely wounded soldier or bring hope to the poverty stricken and helpless. We, the class of nineteen hundred and twenty-three, have chosen this phrase, as our class motto, and, although we are not lonely wounded soldiers, nor poverty stricken and helpless, we feel that “nihil desperandtim" is necessary to the success of our lives, as we leave our work here to take up the larger duties and responsibilities before us. Each one of us has been placed in this constantly changing world for a pur­ pose, and it is our privilege as well as our duty to discover and fulfill our niche in life. Education is given us in order that we may more easily achieve this. i i . a m m r;- q NS m \ I y-'r . q '<?II �12 13 r l p 1) i r We can readily appreciate how society and government might be plunged into chaos and this old world skid out of its course, should a generation grow up without any purpose in life. People without a purpose prove a burden to others, or hinder their spirit of progress. It takes zeal and determination to tollow a definite course in life, disregarding all obstruction and it is when we meet such obstruction, that we need the inspiration of "nihil dcsperanduni." W hile we should not treat our mission in life lightly, we must not feel that only great things are worth while, for the common tasks must be done. Philips Brooks says: "1 do believe the common man’s task is the hardest, ahe hero has the hero’s aspiration, that lifts him to his labor. All great duties are easier than the little ones, though they cost far more blood and agony.” Many times we find our studies and every day tasks tedious and tiresome. Sometimes we are even inclined to feel that we are wasting our time worrying over Geometry, French, or Physics, but these very things, small as they may seem, might be of the greatest future importance. Education points the way to success, but success does not necessarily mean conspicious achievement, we too believe that: “He has achieved success who has lived well, laughed often and loved much; who has gained the respect of intelligent men and the love of little children; who has filled his niche and accomplished his task; who has left the world better than he found it, whether by an improved poppy, a perfect poem, or a rescued soul; who has never lacked appreciation of earth’s beauty or failed to express it; who has always looked for the best in others and given the best he had; whose life was an inspiration, whose memory a benediction.” With such a picture of life and it’s possibilities before us, we would be sluggards indeed, could we not feel the inspiration of our motto "Nihil Despcrandum." t.vprrtniui txyrrtaui TOURING the last few years a great deal has been said and written of the young people of this day and age. Men and women have studied them, and serious thinkers have written books and articles about them; and these have all practically condemned the younger generation as immoral, unfaithful to themselves and dishonest to others,—in fact, everything they should not be. One of the many reasons for these charges, people have asserted, is that young people have grown away from the Church, and no longer “walk in the paths of righteouness.” It would be sad indeed if this were to be permanently so, and �r^- \ ■ 0 11 p 1| i r f| 13 what seems to me a very beautiful and hopeful answer to this fear is the following ing poem, taken from a volume entitled: “Marlborough and Other Poems: - From morn to midnight, all day through 1 laugh and play as others do, I sin and chatter, just the same As others with a different name. And all year long upon the stage I dance and tumble and do rage So vehemently, I scarcely see The inner and eternal me. I have a temple I do not Visit, a heart I have forgot, A self that I have never met, A secret shrine,—and yet, and yei This sanctuary of my soul Unwittingly I keep white and whdc. Unlatched and lit, if Thou should’sc Care To enter or to tarry there. With parted lips and outstretched hands, And listening ears Thy servant stands, Call Thou early, call Thou late To Thy great service dedicate. This exquisite expression of a young man’s communion with God, and his thoughts of death was written by Charles Hamilton Sorley while he was in active service in the Great War. He was born at Old Aberdeen in May, 1895, and was a student at Marlborough from 1908 until 1913 when he was elected to a scholarship at University College, Oxford. During the Long Vacation he went to Germany as a student and observer; but when the war broke out, he returned to England and joined the Suffolk Regiment. During the last months of his life, from May 30th to October 13th, 1915, he served in France, and was killed in action near Mullock. In his poems, he has given us a glimpse of his inmost self; and surely if an average boy could express himself in a manner so humble, devote and conscientious as Sorley has done, we may hope that the greater parr of the young men and women of to-day must be traveling on the right path, although perhaps they themselves realize it as little as he did. He was evidentlv like all young men of the present age—popular, fond of amusement, gayety and fun. It is quite clear that he was not over-devotional, for as he himself declared. £:& si ■ I : % s- i a m £3 51 m m m g I m vs: • B # m m :-!Sc ■:rc= ' >r i & ! i\vl\ HI S3E �14 ' 3 v l j: I) t r he did not often pray or join reverently in the services of the school chapel. Still, without knowing it, he had kept his soul pure and clean from all selfish, worldly things. His soul was ready at any time if God should choose to enter there; and he was prepared to enter the Eternal Kingdom whenever His Maker should call. When the call of the War came to Sorley, almost unconsciously, he found his religion; and it proved to be a strength, guide and comfort to him in all he had to endure. In the earlier years of his life, Sorley’s religion had been hidden away and it was not until he felt a great need for it that he found it. As a soldier entering the field of death, he knew that he might be called to enter Eternity at any time, and consequently he looked for some source of guidance and comfort in his peril. In his last months on this earth, he lived in the fear and love of God, doing good deeds for others, and as a true servant of Christ, he declared himself dedicated to His service. Perhaps many of the unthinking young people of today are like Sorley. Perhaps, under the apparent insincerity, there is a spark of the true and unspotted soul, ready like Sorley’s to be kindled to generous self-sacrifice. Perhaps this younger generation, too, in years to come will find their joy and comfort in the service of Our Blessed Lord. In looking forward to the future, we may fairly hope, as Ruskin said, that “the charities of more and more widely extended peace are preparing the way for a Christian Church which shall depend neither on ignorance for its con­ tinuance, nor on controversy for its progress, but shall reign at once in light and love.” —V. P. (Liljr 0rath nf 23ialjnp Uinttlr ' I 'HE death of Bishop Tuttle, the Presiding Bishop of the Episcopal Church, on April 17th, is a great bereavement to all who knew him, and indeed to the whole Church. He was greatly loved by all his fellow-bishops, the clergy, and laity, who looked up to him as a father and wise guide. He had visited every diocese, and was at home in every part of the Church. He was as the patriarch of the whole Church, and he considered its members as his family. Portland was honored in having him for a guest at the General Convention last September, and many people will remember his kindly face and tall commanding figure. May he rest in Peace. �. D r l p It i r 4 M 13 1 1 «=4s Pi V- a »■ ■t [ 5)/^r?l(C) a z^v4pL ; £w I ,j\ m % LITERARY A min' SU'turu nf (Saltru'l A tinv, thatched cottage nestled among the fertile hills of Brittany. An ancient oak, towering above the low root, shaded the door-step. I his was the house of a shepherd, Gabriel Petard. The family Petard had owned the homestead for over a hundred years, and in this time, little change had taken place, in the home or the lives of these worthy people. Gabriel drove his sheep to the same rich pastures that had fed the flocks of his grandfather, and at nightfall, locked them in the mossy shed; but never before had the family been so prosperous. Gabriel was a hardy man, and his wife, the rosy cheeked Marie, was a most thrifty woman, Her tarts were noted far and wide, her bronze kettles shone, and Pierre and the little Marie were never without clean pinafores. “1 am indeed a happy man,” thought Gabriel, as he watched his wife scatter­ ing crumbs to the fowls flocking about the doorstep, while Pierre, clinging to his mother’s skirts, laughed with glee to see the hens rushing together from all sides. Gabriel spoke his thoughts aloud to the old grandfather, who sat by the fire, gently rocking with his foot, the cradle wherein lay the little Marie. 1 he grandfather crossed himself reverently. His eighty years had taught him to call no man happy. Gabriel sighed. He wondered why it was that he found himself saying so often, “I am indeed a happy man.” Even as he lay gazing at the still blue sky above him, his flocks grazing quietly about, he found himself saying, '‘But I am content.” 2$ i| m i . 'S. 'S----- r-■=>=< -— : §1 ! fi » £ v I i 1 3 A Eg 1■ llA �I ic 311 p li i t Once it had been otherwise, but that was before he went to Paris. Gabriel hated Paris, the rattling carts and noisy streets had dismayed him. He had felt lost and longed passionately for the quiet of the hills, the calm, still, night, and the little church in the valley, whose bells rang out so clear on Sunday morning. What a change a few words can make! Gabriel was sitting at a table in an inn, listening with credulous ears to a soldier’s tale of war and sudden wealth. “Well,” said the man as he arose, “You’d make a fine soldier.” Gabriel had felt a thrill of joy. He had always been proud of his mighty muscles. Even after he returned to the hills and watched his flocks, the phrase kept recurring to his mind. “Pierre,” he said one evening, as he watched his son sitting on the floor, with a huge bowl of porrige in his lap, "Pierre, how would you like to be a soldier when you grow up?” “Do not say such a thing,” his wife had exclaimed in a sharp voice. Gabriel sighed again. Then came the crisis. Gabriel was returning from a neighbor’s. It was rather late; all the stars shone calmly above him, and he whistled stoutly as he hurried along. When he came to the top of the hill at the foot of which lay his peaceful home he stopped for a minute, smiling as he watched the light shining hospitably in the window and thought of the family awaiting his return. Then he started, frowned, and said aloud. “No, I wish I were at the wars.” Prom that moment he knew he would not stay. At first he fought against the thought. Then, he argued with himself. He would get rich, and Marie should have a golden necklace, Pierre would go to the city to become a great doctor, and they would build a new barn. “Anyway,” he said, "I would come back.” One day Gabriel jumped up from the ground, ordering Piff Paft', the old dog, to guard the sheep. For a long time Piff Paflf lay, watching the flocks grazing quietly about him. Dusk fell, and the evening star appeared. Piff Pafi* drove the sheep home alone, for the shepherd had gone to the wars. But the wars do not always bring wealth, even to a sturdy soldier with great muscles and a keen eye, and the years skim by with a dazzling swiftness. Once more the church bells pealed joyously over the hills of Brittany. A group of women hurried along, in fresh linen caps and aprons. I hey passed an empty cottage, whose windows were beaten in by many winters and long neglect. Grass was growing along the once smooth walk, and poking through the boards on the doorstep. The peasants walked more slowly as they passed. �% 17 3 r 1 \j Iji r ■m :■ “Oh, ir has changed so, since Marie left. Only Piff Paff an<l s'x rnanS> sheep are left. \o one had the heart to drive the old dog off, whispered one woman, shaking her head. “Mother!” cried a little boy, pulling his mother’s apron, and pointing toward the cottage, “who is that one?” “Nonsense, child, no one lives there!” “But 1 saw him on the door-step.” The woman, turning, hurried back to the mossy gate and gazed up the path to where an ancient oak shaded the entrance. There on the doorstep, with bent head, sat a man in a faded uniform. An old dog crouched at his feet. H . ... ■ W, m : ;! * i —Jean Muir, ’23. A 0rnp of 0riu Said the Heavens blue To the rose so new “I send you, my love, A drop of dew Wear it, my dear, In your sparkling hair, Wear it, my love, You are marvelously fair. When night has returned I shall take it again ’Lest you lose the wee Drop of my love— And then, When morning has opened up wide her eyes I shall send you again That dainty surprise And, my love, my rose, I’ll confide to you ’Tis a diamond ring, Not a drop of dew. Rut when you fade and wither, dear, You’ll find that diamond then a tear.” —Nancy Bonham, ’26. . i g II m tier S3 >s Kf ^4 m t ! 'v \ m i N ^ N_ & ■: .v'-: >^i M- a �18 3r 1) i r §>u* iCamirr attin IGaiig Hjpum*p {With apologies to Sir Thomas Malory) TD IGH1 merrily did the good knight, Sir Launce, bravest of all the good ^ King Roberts Oblong I able, ride forth underneath the greenwood tree in search of some adventure. And anon, as he pined, from out the gloomy wood came the cry of a maiden in sore stress, and Sir Launce plunged his spurs into his steed and dashed forward to her aid. And he came upon a maid­ en passing fair, weeping and wailing, bound fast by cruel fetters. And the good Sir Launce did loose her chains and set her up afore him and right merrily did ride away. The maiden, whose fair beauty already enchained his valiant heart anon as he did first gaze upon her, did relate her fortunes in this wise: I bethought me,” she said, speaking in a voice wonderous sweet, "that I should hie me to yon fair fields and gather me a fair nose-gav for my betrothed, the good knight Sir Garain, who doth love the flowers as my face. “And when I had come to the greenwood I did espy a knight resting against a tree. I knew him not, for his visor was clasped. Thinking no harm, 1 did bid him good morrow. Whereupon, he did seize me right vigorously and did gird me to this same tree under which he rested, with passing cruel tetters; speaking in a most unknightly manner: ‘Let your rescuer ride yet deeper into this gloomy wood and accost me at yon red tree, at the walls of yonder blue castle.’ So saying, he departed.” When the beauteous maid had done her tale, Sir Launce heaved a great sigh to think so fair a maid of such virtuously lovely grace should be the lady of another, and right sadly did he vow his should be the Holy Order when he had avenged the damsel, of his heart. And Lady Lenore did look upon Sir Launce’s manly face all perplexed with heavy sadness, and verily she did marvel that a knight ot such wondrous fame and prowess, should be so mournful. And the Lady Lenore did speak with the knight of sadness and did cheer him in his gloom, saying: “Wherefore so sad, fair sir, yonder stands the errant knave who bound me thus. Approach!” And the lady did bind her colors upon his arm, and Sir Launce did come upon the wronger of his lady love, and did speak boldly and say: Sir stranger Knight, thou didst harm shamefully yonder fair lady, who is my lady love if ever knight had a lady whom he did love, therefore look you well tor I shall surely do her vengeance an my name be Sir Launce of King Robert’s Oblong Table.” �£ Y-r D r 14J li t r , 19 He encountered the knight and did smite him right heartily, so he did fall heavily as one dead. Arising, the stranger did smite Sir Launcc until he did tall, whereupon he would have advanced and sent him from the world, but the sun did gleam on Sir Launce’s shield reflecting in the other’s eyes until blinded he gazed upon Sir Launce as one dazed by magic. Then lightly did Sir Launce pursue the battle, oft in peril of his life, but happily he did escape. And right tiercel' did the battle wage until even-tide and the sun did sink to the west­ ward. And the twain were sore wounded unto death; so weak were they in doing bloodshed each could scarce stand, and anon Sir Launce gathered his fast waning strength and smote the knight a resounding blow, and the knight did fall upcn the earth, groaning heavily. Sir Launce did unlace his corslet to slay him, and the kright did so plead for life that the good Sir Launce yielded to his entreaty. The maiden then did draw nearer, and perceiving the strange knight with his visor opened, did know him to be her betrothed; and right heavily did she bemoan his treachery, and did fall upon Sir Launce weeping sorely. Then did Sir Launce give her cheer professing his passion for her, and right gladly did the Lady Lenore become his bride. And they did hold a fair feast, that very even, good to see with much merry making, which did last many days. And they did summon King Robert and the Oblong Table to the feast. Here endeth the tale. —Bettv Parry, ’26. (Eaptiura nf tljp f /- >V.- rm :ir . 1 I m !• (A true story) 1 I 'HE worst snow of many years occurred in the early part of January, 191S. ■*- My three eldest brothers had enlisted in the army, in December, leaving my youngest brother Jack, my mother, and another old couple who were working for us, to look after the ranch. Jack could not help very much, as he left every morning at seven o’clock for an eight mile ride into school, returning about five p. m. But, to continue, on this particular day, when Jack rode off, the sky was dark and stormy, and the snow, all ready falling, continued all day. When Jack got home that night, there were several inches of snow on the ground, and it was still coming down heavily. i 1 o-;-r*. m 7% i.y/0 ? r :•I : p ! . •i I ■ 1 �I 211 D r I p li t r By the next morning, there was over half a foot, and it was hard traveling for the horses. The day passed quickly, as there was plenty to do. Five o’clock came and passed, but brought no cheerful shout from Jack, who usually heralded h:s arrival in that way. Six, seven, and finally eight o’clock came and went, and still he did not come. The telephone was silent, and we knew the wires were down somewhere along the line. Our nearest neighbor, quite a half a mile away, knew nothing of our plight. Mother and 1 sat up that night, and kept a fire going in the big fire-place, hoping every minute to hear Jack’s foot­ steps at the back door. What a sight met our eyes the next morning! Snow everywhere! Our barns and pig pens were over a quarter of a mile from our house, and there was six feet of snow all the way down the trail between the two places. You may be better able to imagine what it was like, when I tell you that it took mother and the old man, alternately shoveling out a path, and carrying big pails of food for the eight or nine pigs, from eight in the morning until two in the afternoon to get to the barns to feed the animals. Besides the pigs, which were pedigreed Berkshires that we did not want to lose, there were our big work team, two buggy horses, a colt, a cow, and I don’t know how many chickens and ducks to be attended to. In addition to this, our water for drinking and cooking had to be carried up in pails, from the big irrigation ditch, some distance from the house. About seven o’clock it began to get colder. By morning the trees were covered with ice, and the snow was crusted over so that in some places one could walk upon it. About one o’clock that afternoon, mother and I were down at the barns, looking after the horses, when we heard a shout, and up the trail came Jack and his chum, leading their almost exhausted horses. I hardly waited to speak to them, but rushed to the house to help Mrs. Hatfield get a hot dinner ready as quickly as possible. Over the dinner table, we heard their story. It seemed that Jack had not been able to get home at all the first night, and could not even get word to us that he was all right. The next day, he and his chum started out early in the morning, but were only a mile away from the ranch when their horses became exhausted, and they had to stay over night at some neighbors. The next morning it took'them more than three hours to reach home. After they had rested a little, the two boys went out and shoveled off the roofs of the house and barns, as we were afraid that the weight of the snow would cave them in. �33 TxV. 0 r l p It i r / 21 a % A few days later we had a silver thaw, which lasted for some time, It was rather dangerous to walk about, but coasting was great fun, and while the snow s crust lasted, Jack had many tumbles and a great deal ot sport trying to put to use a six-foot pair of Skees, which he had made earlier in the year. —Isabel Shetkv, ’25. a m (Ualitti rT"\AI 1ITI is often called the “Queen of the Southern Seas.” From this little island, one may hear the booming of the surf on the coral reef and see the black outlines of the island Moorea to the West, and the cool green mountains behind the little city of Papeeti. On entering Papeeti the coco-palms, along the beach, seem to wave a welcome. And, oh, how calm and peaceful it all is. Papeeti, the largest city of Tahiti, lies sheltered among the mountains. Along the beach runs a broad avenue, bordered by palm trees. If this avenue could speak it would have much to tell, of the different peoples that have de­ lighted in its cool shade. At about five o’clock, looking towards Moorea we see a sunset that is so unspeakably beautiful, we wish we had the artist’s power, that we might at least attempt to reproduce its beauty. As its colors slowly fade, leaving faint traces of rose and blue in the sky, darkness falls suddenly, for the South Seas have no twilight. The evening air is balmy and soft, and everyone comes out to enjoy it, as the loveliest portion of the day. If we sit near the edge of the lagoon, the only sound to be heard is the incessant flip, flop, flop of the fish. When at last weariness drives us to our hotel and to slumber, our last con­ scious impression is that of the booming of the surf on the coral reef. We may be awakened by mellow voices, and the notes of a ukelie or a guitar, underneath our window. It is only a few of the natives, however, singing their native songs. If we wish to enjoy Tahiti to the uttermost, we must forget all wordly things and give ourselves up to the beauties of Nature. —Marjorie Andrews, ’27. ■ m m ss 91 s' a mm r ! - If m a 1 ::s M •; £1 iff! m1 �I 22 S r l v li i r A (fpupst far llfappinpss TN the middle ages, Toledo was a great city. From her majestic heights she looked proudly down upon the country round. The great city of Madrid, scarce a dozen leagues away, was as nothing to her in age and might, and im­ pregnable fortifications. She was old, old, even when Labienus first saw the Pyrenies, old when Julius Caesar sent his legions to Spain. The history of Toledo was great, as great as the old city itself. It had been the scene of many a battle and many a romance; a city of proud and ancient name, and proud and ancient families. During the first years of the sixteenth century, when Philip of Austria was ruling in Castile, one of the greatest nobles in all his realm, was Senor Don Rodrigo de list avan, grandee of Spain. It was twilight hour, and the suns last rays fell on the Sagus flowing quietly between verdant banks. On the bridge of Alcantara, stood two youths, one gazing down into the fast darkening waters of the river, the other looking to the west to catch the last glimpse of the golden sun as it sank behind gaudy clouds. When even the clouds had lost their color, he sighed softly and turned to his brother. “Felipe, my brother, what think you of my plan?” “Ah Hernando, I do right well agree, but father, what of him?” “Our sister will stay with him to comfort his old age, but we are men and we cannot stay within our father’s walls forever. We must seek our paths in the world, I am for the New!” “Then, Hermatio, let us go to him and ask his blessing.” The boys turned slowly away from the quaint, old bridge, and trudged up the hill. After a short walk, they neared a huge castle, built upon a cliff high above a river bed. The dim candles sent feeble rays through the high and narrow windows. As the boys approached, the draw-bridge fell with a surly clang, and a moment later, a man mounted on a richly comparisoned horse,gallop­ ed through the lowered bridge and down the road. The boys turned wonderingly and watched the cloud of dust until it died away beyond the Alcantara. It was the King’s courier. Then Hernando and Felipe made their way hastily to their father’s presence. He greeted them with a preoccupied air. A girl sitting in a recess of a window looking sadly out at the deep river, turned at the sound of their voices. Her long hair, black as midnight, hung loosely over her shoulders. Her dark eyes held a wistful look as she saluted her brothers. She was the Senorita Dona Mercedes, the proud and lovely daughter of the old Duke, sought after by prince and noblemen. �II & 3 r l y hi r n xk 23 i S m The father’s voice trembled with anger as he related the contents of the message brought him by the courier, His rich estates were coveted by the wicked and deceitful favorite of the King, Senor Don Garcia de Gillardo. He hoped to find peace in Spanish Possessions in America. A Spanish galley sailed out of the Bay of Cadiz into the blue waters of the Atlantic. The four voyagers stood in the stern of the ship, watching the land and the city recede in the hazy distance. With a sigh, the Duke turned to his daughter and said kindly, “We have left the old life and the old world behind.” There was a deal of meaning in the simple statement, and to Mercedes it spelled death-of-happiness-of future hopes. She sat far into the night, looking into the dark east, her thoughts in the beautiful land she was leaving, per­ haps forever. She thought of the old castle, the red roses in the garden, the perfumes of the flowers, the sparkling of the waters, and her mind dwelt long on a certain moonlit balcony, the faint strumming of a guitar, and a dark-eyed lover. Manx weeks later, the same proud galley, glistening in the sunlight glided into the welcoming harbor of San Diago. Here the old Duke and his family were kindly received by the pious old monks of Cien Fugus. And thus in Cuba, began the new life of the Estavans, afterwards called Stevans. m ■i£f a m m s; $1 —Florence Niles, ’23. An jJtalmu (Harden • - AN ITAI IAN GARDEN ■ L ET us look into a very old Italian Garden. The time is late Autumn and there has been no rain since June; but a large, dark cloud in the south promises that the drought will soon be broken. Everything is dry, and hot, and silent. The leaves of the grape-vine, clinging to the limestone wall, have shrivelled into a dull rust color. The grapes themselves, which the heat has spotted with brown, resemble the brown and white speckled spiders that run among them. A lizard basking in the sun, stirs uneasily, as if he realizes that winter will soon be coming. A tap at the wall and a scorpion, its nippers open wide, comes running out in great anger. Twisted old olive trees are dropping their leaves, and fig trees are bent with fruit. The myrtle vines offer their black, glossy lucious fruit, and pulpy red love apples lie under a hedge of aloes. ' I ! S m m G- 1 m ■m 1 s= : ■i— �I 2*1 3 r l ji It t r In one corner beneath an ilex tree, two girls are sitting, on a stone bench carved to represent crouching lions. They are typical Italian girls with smooth olive skins, dark hair, and glowing eyes. One of them, looking over the garden, seems to see something more than mere nature. “See, Bianca,” she says. “The red-ripe pomegranites are splitting and falling to the ground. They are still beautiful, but no one wants them now. That is the way it was with the duchess. She was very beautiful, but she was not crafty, and delayed too long. In Italy one must make the best ot summer. Look! how the butterflies hover around that yellow rock flower! They will soon go to some other, however, and leave it to die alone. Duke Alessandio is popular now, but his favor will soon pass. Only that old olive tree remains unchanged, Here'comes the wind and the rain. We that must be the Church must go! Hurry! See how it bends the poplars! They are the Italian people, and the storm the battle of ambitious kings! —Gertrude Ireland, *23. ®lir fHerntaiii Alone, afar, on a mossy rock, Where the sunkissed wavelets play, A lovely mermaid with golden locks Sits all the live long day. Her pearly hands play a golden harp, Her silvery voice sings high And her sparkling eyes with lashes long Are turned to the blue, blue, sky. And one may come to this beachy strand, To look for the mermaid fair, But wander and search as ever you like You will never find her there, For whenever she hears a human tread Back into the sea she goes And her lovely figure glides from sight, Where to? Ah—no one knows. And then again on this mossy rock Where the sunkissed wavelets play There is nothing left of this mermaid fair But a glimmering glint of spray. —Nancy Bonham, ’26. �23 Dr1phxr I ®g rm i vp A Class history AN ACROSTIC Now the mighty class of twenty-three, In the beginning was just little me. New lands the old Hall did acquire. E’en to new buildings did aspire To which they straightway moved en masse, Enrolling five names to this illustrious class, Entrancing Anne, enthusiastic Lee, ethereal Dot, energetic Peggie. Noble Florence, Senior Council’s head To Blackstone in secret yearning to be wed. With nineteen twenty came Bess and Pearl, Each in her way a most superior girl. Now in nineteen hundred and twenty-one T„ us a group of nine did come, Youthful Dot and giggling Gert, The vivacious Virgie and Frances alert Happy Hez, Margaret, and Connie, Right merry Willetha and Bess the bonnie, Even though many, in this we are all Ever one, in devotion to St. Helen’s Hall. aa a M m m 1 m m a ear *2S :fl m —Jean Muir, ’23. i m m § m mm y �I iG Dr1phir Slip (EUiaa Will V\/E, the class ot nineteen hundred and twenty-three, being untouched v * as to sanity by the weight of our responsibilities, do here give and bequeath our goods and chattels. To the class of twenty-four we leave some of our dignity and our best wishes. To our sister class, the Upper-fours, we leave our love and sympathy, and to the unaccountable, giggling freshmen, we leave a portion of our poise, and the remainder of our dignity. Finally, we, the individual members of the class, leave our treasures as follows: 1, Bess Allen, do hereby leave my precious, obedient nature to Irene Brix. I, Pearl Biehn, do leave my highly developed love (?) of athletics to Nancy Bonham. I, Bess Edwards, do leave my pleasing manners to Marjorie Pittock. 1, Consuelo Hamer, do hereby bequeath my undaunted nerve to Julia Bradley. I, Dorothy Haradon, do bequeathe my gentle voice to Martha Hughes. I, Virginia Hull, do bequeathe my gentleness to Virginia Zan. I, Lillian Luders, do leave my skill in translating Caesar to Catherine Martin. I, Gertrude Ireland, do hereby leave my scholastic honors to any successful candidate of the coming generation. I, Margaret Xewbegin, leave my demureness to Dorothy Statter I, Jean Muir, do leave my wit to Evelyn Meyer. I, Florence Niles,leave my wide reading knowledge to Margaret McKern. I, Hazelmary Price, do bequeathe my pep to Catherine Hart. I, Willetha Ritter, do bequeathe my worried countenance to Sheila Maloney I, Dorothee Scarborough, leave my immense vocabulary to Mildred Vaughn. I, Peetjie Spencer, leave my diligence to Elizabeth St. Claire. I, Frances Weller, do leave my sunny disposition to Florence Yolstorff. I, Anne Wentworth, do hereby close this testament by leaving my absolute dignity to Helen Paddock. Signed, Margaret Spencer. Approved, Dorothy Haradon. Bess Allen. �IS: B v l jj h i r m$ ar dlasa Prnpljrnj m t was an early morning in mid-summer when the Hercules, the most fully equipped of hydroplanes, left the harbor of San brancisco to circumnavigate the globe. The sun had risen and was just penetrating the heavy' fog when the Hercules, now a dot on the horizon to the few spectators was instantly' swallowed up in the reflection which the sun was already casting on the water. The four hundred passengers were in the best ol spirits, as travelers a 1 way’s are on the first day’ of their journey. “So far, so good” was about all that could be said about that trip for it seemed that no sooner had they lost sight of the Golden Gate when things beg an to go wrong, first one thing and then another. 1 he pilot, “Dot Scarbarough, was blamed for the most of it, for she did not get up until time to start and consequently did not look at the engine. Whether or not Dot was responsible the Hercules was marooned on the Island of Acacia, as to where this island was, no one knew, only that it was “somewhere in the South Seas.” Being marooned may be either pleasant or unpleasant. This particular group of people chose to make it pleasant, so they proceeded to become better acquainted. A voung woman, described by the others as being “Real nice look­ ing,” seemed to be in charge of the affairs. A committee of elders decided to look into the source of her power. Someone recognized her and called her a Miss Haradon, the mayor of a small town in Iowa. After being reminded that she was not in her own little town, Dorothy Haradon was found to be very congenial, She already knew some of the other passengers for her companion, Jean Muir, was a well known novelist and poet, who seemed to be tracing many old friends from among those present. They were walking down the beach one evening, admiring the exquisite beauty of the tropical scenery, when they saw a lonely figure standing near the water, and upon drawing nearer they recognized the profile of Anne Wentworth, their one time class president, who had since married an English ambassador and was pulling the strings of European politics. Anne had always been diplo­ matic. A young cartoonist was noticed sitting under a tree making caricatures of various people. She had spent the most of her time thus engaged since her arrival. Jean Muir was given one of the small cartoons and remarked how it resembled the art of Bess Edwards, a cartoonist of Portland. Several days later they were informed by Virginia Hull, the society Editor of the Oregonian, m Pf I mi m 9 ► m i Z frl m At m m Vf? ■M > \\ - �1 20 3 r l ji li t r that the artist was the very same old Bess they used to know, who had married, but was still pursuing her career in Portland. The beauty of the island could not forever interest the people and even the lazy tropical breeze which brings with it a desire for rest, could not subdue this pleasure loving company. (Someone suggested that they put on a play, something they all knew, one of Shakespeare’s tragedies was chosen.) The leading role was played by Consuelo Hamer, a famous tragedienne, whose name was on the lips of every theatre-going American. The part was enacted unusually well but “Connie” had not learned her lines. It was due to this carelessness that Virgie Hull recognized her as a member of the class of ’23 of St. Helen’s Hall. Virgie was determined to gather every particular of news on the island for the Oregonian, so she energetically went in search of any others who might be interested in Journalism, and was immediately introduced to Miss Spencer, editor of “College Life in America.” Had they not known each other somewhere? Surely, for to each other they looked familiar Of course! Peggy Spencer had been the editor-in-chief of the Delphic and had been so popular among her class-mates, but this popularity had not left her for she was welcomed by all her friends as enthusiastically as ever. The eight young women, who had at one time been fellow students at the “Hall” organized an Alumnae Club, the purpose of which was to discover the whereabouts of the old friends in the states, and to locate any other who might be on the island. In the first meeting the present positions of Willetha Ritter and Bess Allen were discussed. Willetha, who sacrificed a musical career for mar­ riage, was spending the summer abroad, with her husband, and Bess Allen, de­ termined never to be claimed in marriage, became chaperone to the boarders at the Hall, but her love of music predominated to such a degree, that she re­ signed her position and began teaching piano. It was not until two weeks after the society was formed that Florence Niles was located on the island. She was enjoying a debate with another lawyer, and, as usual, she was winning. Florence had been nominated Circuit Judge of Oregon, but as her own law office was more profitable and interesting, she re­ fused the offer and was continuing to practice in her own firm. Later the club held a second meeting in which they spoke of Lillian Luders, who had become international golf champion. How fortunate! Lee always did look well in sport clothes. And Hazelmary Price, the former yell queen of S. H. I I., was spending her time touring the states, mainly of the east, address­ ing the High School students on “School Spirit, Pep and Enthusiasm.” �D f I p 1| x r 2U One evening, just as the sun was setting, a ship was discovered coming nearer and nearer the island. It came as one drawn by a magnet, never wavering from 1 ts course. At last the exiles were to be freed, by an American vessel. As they boarded the “Dolphin” there were never more grateful people. On the homeward journey, the sole complaint was that they did not go fast enough; and needless to say, any news which the other passengers had heard was eagerlv taken in by the party from the long lost “Hercules.” The two things for which the “Dolphin” was famous were; her jazz or­ chestra, and her classical concerts. The club formed on Acacia was delighted to find Pearl Biehn giving piano concerts every evening, while her rival, Margaret New begin, directed the jazz orchestra in the ball room, each competing for the largest audiences. , Among the passengers on board were Frances Weller and Gertrude Ireland. 1 rannie had become a great lover of children while boarding at the Hall, and was then manager of a large toy shop. Her knowledge of children was only excelled bv her love for them. The greatest psychologists gathered around her to learn from her experience with children, what they could not find in books. Gertrude Ireland was the president of the University of her native state; but she often found it difficult to maintain a serious countenance before her students because of that fatal habit of giggling, never quite conquered while at school. And so it is that everything comes to something, even the class of nineteen twen tv-three. —Dorothee Scarborough, ’23. c c 3/ -fe• - & . & % £ a i When these Seniors Of St. Helen’s Hall Do leave us soon For good and all, We’ll remember each Not by her name But by the thing Which won her fame. Bess Allen by her intellectual ability. Pearl Biehn by her complexion Bess Edwards by her artistic ability, Consuelo Hamer by her style, Virginia Hull by her kind heartedness, £ P: V: h ?r~ r = �:n 33 11 \t Ij \ c Dorothy Haradon by her argumentative temperament. Gertrude Ireland by her sense of humor, Lillian Luders by her athletic ability, Jean Muir by her power to make us laugh, Margaret Newbegin by her reliability, Florence Niles by her honor, Hazelmary Price by her smile, Willetha Ritter by her daintiness, Dorothee Scarbrough by her chatter, Margaret Spencer by her hair, Frances Weller by her dimples, Anne Wentworth by her profile. r �.1 II 6 Iw % a i? i a m a?. D l RING the regular basket ball season, the various class teams played each other, and the cup was won by the Upper IV Form. The season was closed recently with two games played with Miss Gatlin’s. Relore Christmas, one game was played, which we won. bor various reasons, the next was put off until April, some six weeks after we had ceased practicing. The game was played at the Hall, and the Catlin’s team won at a score of eithteen to twenty. Then it was necessary to play a deciding game. This was played a few days later at Miss Catlin’s court. Our opponents won this game also. Despite the loss of two of our best players, Martha Hughes and Catherine Martin, the team did brilliant work. Tennis matches are in order now, and the two courts are filled at every period during the day. The entries have been posted, and a goodly number of both beginners and Seniors have turned out for singles and doubles. The courts are in good condition, and the weather is certainly favorable. 1 here is some very keen rivalry displayed, and everyone is looking forward with great anticipation to the finals. 4‘B M $0 m\ —Florence Niles, ’23. j & as KV. •> ->■ ..'v.Vi ■i:*-:C a �I December ijth The Glee Club, under the direction of Mrs. Smith, gave a delightful concert. The program consisted ol: . . Lyties {a) My Honey . . Marker (b) Lullaby . . . Glee Club Matris Martis (rt) Dreaming Rose (b) Morning . Glee Club Macdole ell Piano—“Elfin Dance” Bess Allen {a) Sanctus ............................ (b) The Night Has a Thousand Eyes Glee Club Reading—“The Italian in England” . . Florence Niles (a) Cradle Song (b) The Land o’ the Leal (r) Little Orphan Annie Glee Club . Buck Rogers Browning . Norris Lyties . . Boltivood . . Thomas �. Piano—March Grotesque Pearl Bieh.v ! ■ii 33 S £ 1*1 fj t f S i n ding (a) Kirconnel Lea—Old Scottish Border Melody, Sweet Heart, My Song is Done . . Sims, Lyncs Alma Mater. Glee Club m a? The three weeks following the Mid Year Examinations, have been marked by various activities. a % February 1st A dance given at the Portland Heights Club was greatly enjoyed by the older girls and their friends. Si Si ' m February St/i Two little plays, one in French and one in English, were presented by the children ol the Lower school. “Le Bal Masque gave the children an excellent opportunity to display the progress they had made in French conversation, and they presented many pretty pictures in their fantastic masquerade costumes. Gladys Goodman played the role of Madame Lionet; Ardeane Henningsen, Madame Reville; Susan Sargent, Odelle; Johanna Jenkins, Germaine; Catherine Briggs, Simoine; Margaret Benson, Suzanne; Virginia Strowbridge appeared as Jeannette, while Elizabeth Barbur impersonated “Une petite Parisienne.” The English play, “The Cuckoo Clock” was very well acted. Those taking part were: Catherine Briggs and Blanche Stabler, as the two elderly aunts; Ardeane Henningsen as “little Phil’s mother;” Julia Abraham as Dorcas; Dorothv Hughes as Griselda, Elizabeth Henderson as the old Dutch mechanic, and Patricia Lamont as little Sybilla; Sally Reed as “Master Phil” and Elizabeth Berger as the Cuckoo. 1 1 February 12th Lincoln’s Birthday was observed with fitting exercises of a patriotic nature. After the singing of “America” and the Salute to the Flag, recitations were given: “The Gettysburg Address,” by Catherine Martin; Whitman’s “Oh Captain, my Captain,” by Consuelo Hamer; and the famous Lincoln letter by Bess Allen. Essays on Lincoln were read by Dorothy Scarborough, Edna Ellen Bell, Catherine West, Evelyn Meyer, Analeane Cohen, and Cornelia Ireland. The program closed by the singing of the “Star Spangled Banner.” SrJ# Csi si es- m « P £f m I I: Pi A> AT �I 3S 3rlyhtr February 22nd We all had a good rest from the trials and tribulations of school, Washing­ ton’s Birthday. April ytli A Latin play was given by one of the First Year Latin Classes. April 6th to 16th Easter Vacation. The ten days were enjoyed by all. April igth “The Knave of Hearts” was given by the Expression Class. The leading parts were taken by Willetha Ritter, as Lady Violetta; Donna Jean Trumbull, as King Pompdebille; Lillian Luders, as the Knave; and Dorothy Scarborough, The other parts were taken by Catherine Hennagin, as the Chancellor. Catherine West, Florida Kissling, and several ot the children from the Lower School. April 20th The second basket-ball game was played with Miss Catlin’s school and they won by a score ot 18 to 20. April 24th We all went up to Miss Catlin’s school and the teams played the third game. It was a stiff game and the girls worked hard, but Miss Carlin s won the silver cup by a score of 6 to 23. April 26th Sister Superior gave a party for the boarders under sixteen years ot age. The music was furnished by the older boarders. May 15th The new girls entertained the old girls with a picnic at the Meyer s summer home on the Sandy river. May ijth The Seniors were entertained by the Juniors with a luncheon at Mrs. Henderson’s on the Highway. June 1st The Senior English Play, “The Princess” was given, Dorothy Haradon took the role of the Princess, Pearl Biehn, the Prince; Elizabeth Edwards, the King (the Father ot the Prince); Bess Allen as King Gama. Hazelmary Price as �. * i 53 11 p if t r ms fl 35 Arac, his son; Gertrude Ireland as Florian; Lillian Luders as C>ril, Dorot ec Scarborough as Lady Blanche; Willetha Ritter as Lady Ps\che, Margaret Spencer as Melissa; Virginia Hull as Violet; Consuelo Hamer as Charlotte, Florence Niles as the Portress. The students were Jean Muir, Ann Wentworth, A musicale was enjoyed after the English play. and Frances Weller. June 2nd \I. Hulin’s French Class presented “Le Bourgois Gentilhomme.’ ’Those taking part were Virginia Pittock as Monsieur Jourdain; Anne Wentworth as Madame Jourdain; WiUetha Ritter as Lucile; Consuelo Hamer as Cleonte; Edna Ellen Bell as Nicole; Jean Muir as Dorante; Pearl Biehn as Doriemene; Dorothy Mielke as Covielle; Doine Smith as Le Maitre de Musique; Catherine West as Le Maitre de Philosophic; Nancy Chipman as Le Maitre de Danser; Marjorie Pittock as Le Maitre D’Armes; Frances Weller, as Le Tailleur and Catherine Mart as Le Garcon, and Bess Allen and Lillian Luders as Les Deux Laquais. A program was given by the Glee Club and pronounced a great success. June jrd The Right Reverend Walter T. Sumner preached the Bacchalaureate Sermon at St. Stephen’s Pro-Cathedral. . m m i s m If i June 4th The Lower School helped to make Commencement week a success by giving The Sleeping Beauty,” in French, and Thackery’s, ‘‘The several little plays. I Rose and the Ring,” etc. June 4th The Senior Prom, which is always anticipated with pleasure, was a great ar» success. June jl/i The Commencement excercises were held at I rinity Church. I here were seventeen Seniors who graduated this year. The program was even more attractive than before. Pi- i ! m m Jf ■ JS : iVS I I; u : M CC-4 B •Vft j ■ ' �S p l p 1) i r I '"THE Delphic acknowledges with thanks, the receipt of the following publi■*- cations: The Johannean, Si. John’s School, Mountain Lakes, N. J. The stories were very clever, but why no cuts or pictures? ■ The Columbiad, Columbia University. Of the issues we have received since our last publication, your “Philosopher’s Number” was most interesting and thoughtful. “Fundamental Phases of Logic” was especially commendable. I The Academia, St. Mary’s Academy. Your poetry is always delightful. < Ferry Tales, Ferry Hall, Lake Forest, Illinois. Your paper is well written and lively. The Sentinel, Harvard Military School, Los Angeles, California. We missed your criticisms of the Exchanges in the Christmas issue. The story entitled, “A Ride in the Night” was very good. Rensselaer Polytechnic, Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute, Troy, N. Y. You are new to us, and we hope you will come again, for, from your paper we can see that you are a very active school �D v 1 p I? i r 37 - Saint Katherine’s Wheel, Saint Katherine's Hall, Davenport, Iowa. In your Easter number, “Appreciation ot Marion Crandell, was certainly of a type which should excite admiration in all readers. ■ / 2= The Scroll, Washington Seminary, Washington, Pennsylvania. Y our cuts are the best we have found in any of our exchanges, and we are interested in your traditions. ■jg / The Blue Prin t, The Katherine Branson School, San Rapheal, California. Your advertising managers must be “live wires.” Y our stories have good descriptions. 'TvC *2= The Blue Pencil, Walnut Hill School, Natick, Massachusetts. The Blue Pencil is a new magazine to us; its editorials are well worth while, anti its stories are most entertaining. We hope to see you again. The Cue, Albany Academy, Albany, New Y’ork. A fairly good issue. We hope you will come again. We also gratefully acknowledge “The Olympus,” Olympia High School, Olympia, Washington; “The Oregon Churchman;” “The Mills College Bulletin,” Mills College; “The Emerald,” University ot Oregon. | ;d l E ! i as :.t. I ¥ r® �311 \ >fISS Caroline Flanders, ’91, and her sister , Miss Louise Flanders are -^■L traveling in Europe- They "'ill return in June. Mr. and Mrs. J. L. Riddell (Ethel Malpas, ’16) have moved to Los Angeles with Patricia and Joan, where they will make their home Laura Reed, ’21, is attending Business College in Portland. 11 ! ! =' Mrs. Curtis Strong (Alice Henderson, ’72) has returned from a winter in California. Mr. and Mrs. C. A. Dwyer (Roberta Powell) are being congratulated on the arrival of a son, born IVI arch 5th. Helen Ballard, ’18, was married April 18th, to Lieutenant Carroll Weldin, U. S. N., ’20. Eleanor Simpson, ’20, is interested in Commercial Art, and is now in a Brack Art Shop in Los Angeles. Martha and Bernardinn Gardener, ’19, are living in Santa Barbara. Eola Richards, ’12, is living in Los Angeles. Mrs. Ernie Theron (Muriel Kyea) is also living in Los Angeles. �li S * 1 v Ip r 3!I V- 2= Mrs. Canby has recently returned from abroad and is living in Boston, where Major Canby is stationed. ■■ % ;< Mrs. J. C. Ainsworth (Alice Hcitchu) and her daughter Katherine are traveling abroad. They spent Easter in Rome. i- There is a new arrival in the family of Mr. and Mrs. Gorrill Swagart (Donne Wilde, ’17), a baby boy. I Mrs. Robert Warrack (Alice Crawford, 86) has recently returned from a visit of several months with her daughter in Coranado. I ’aith Newton, ’19, has started a kindergarten in Wallace, Idaho. Nadine Caswell, ’17, is visiting Mrs. Clift Cornwall (Elizabeth Huber) at Short Hills, New Jersey. i . s >3 a A recent wedding of interest was that of Lucile Pfaff and Louis William Jannsey. Adelaine Kendall, ’17, is traveling in the east. i = aB m Wrap m ■ �•in 0 r 1 ji 1) i r Cl^o fftit Alma iHatrr Dear school, within your quiet walls I walked, and little knew of grief or care. You sheltered me from all the knocks The world can give, with wisdom rare. You led me thru impressionable years With kind, farseeing thought and love. Ah, sometimes how 1 long to hear That sweet-toned bell clang from above. 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The title for the OES yearbook evolved from The Delphic to The Legend-Delphic. The title for the Junior College Yearbook was The Scintilla. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Oregon Episcopal School Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Oregon Episcopal School Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1921-1923; 1931-1995 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource All rights are reserved by Oregon Episcopal School. Language A language of the resource English Type The nature or genre of the resource Yearbooks Conforms To An established standard to which the described resource conforms. Describing Archives: A Content Standard (DACS) Extent The size or duration of the resource. 85 Medium The material or physical carrier of the resource. bound volumes Subject The topic of the resource Students Junior colleges Junior college students High school student activities Student activities Student publications Teachers Text A resource consisting primarily of words for reading. Examples include books, letters, dissertations, poems, newspapers, articles, archives of mailing lists. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre Text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Extent The size or duration of the resource. 1 Medium The material or physical carrier of the resource. bound volume Title A name given to the resource The Delphic - Commencement 1923 Subject The topic of the resource School yearbooks Students High school student activities Student publications Teachers Description An account of the resource This is one of the oldest OES yearbooks, dated 1923. 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 1923 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource All rights are reserved by Oregon Episcopal School. Language A language of the resource English Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context oes_delphic_commencement1923-compressed.pdf School yearbooks; Students; High school student activities; Student publications; Teachers