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Page Annual Board, 1907 8 Introduction 10 Faculty 11 Officers of Senior Class 16 Seniors. Class of 1907 17 Postgraduates . 34 Juniors. Class of 1908 35 Sophomores. Class of 1909 38 Freshmen. Class of 1910 42 Commencement Speakers 47 Class Day Speakers 47 Athletics . 49 Societies 64 Music 73 Debates 78 Rhetoricals 79 College Day 85 Literature 99 Jokes 149 Alumni 172 Calendar 182 Advertisements 187

ROBERT B. KEELER [4] Editor-in-Chief S. GERTRUDE BULL [4] Assistant Editor-in-Chief DUDLEY H. SCOTT [4] Business Manager CLEVE H. POMEROY [3] Assistant Business Manager jSJltntiaf EDITH R. MASON [4] Joke Editor f« J* META MESSER [4] Society Editor f&OdiVO ELTON R. NORRIS [4] Athletic Editor DE ALTON VALENTINE [4] Art Editor JOSEPHINE PEARCE [3] MARGARET WARDEN [2] }• Associate Editors CLARENCE MAY [1] MISS J. CORA BENNETT MR. GABRIEL F. SMITH > Advisory Board .» • <.

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MR. BENJAMIN U. RANNELLS MR. DANIEL W. LOTHMAN Ohio Wesleyan; A.B. Harvard; A.B. Principal Assistant Principal Latin

MISS MARY L. HANNA MISS META PETERS MISS SARA SEATON Lake Erie College Western Reserve; A. B.; M. A. Wellesley; B. A. English Mathematics, Latin Botany, Physiology, Natural History

MR. EDWARD L. RAISH MR. HERMAN SCHULTE, Jr. MR. WALTER V. SMITH Wisconsin; Harvard; B. L., A.M. University of Rochester; Manual Training German, Geometry A. B., A. M. German, French

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MISS BERNARDINE BLACK MISS LTJ ELLA L. CHAFFEE MISS BERTHA MAY Western Reserve; A. B. Western Reserve; Ph. B. CRITCHLEY Mathematics Natural Science Vassar; A. B. History

MR. CHARLES W. DISBROW MR. JOHN A. EISENHAUER, Jr. MR. EDWIN LEIGH FINDLEY Amherst; B.A. Western Reserve; A.B. Buchtel; Johns Hopkins; A. M. English History Algebra, Geometry Greek, Latin

MISS LUCIA STICKNEY MISS MARY BEULAH MRS. MAUDE 0. TRUESDALE Oberlin; A. M. (Hon.) SPENCER Western Reserve; B. L. English, History Cleveland School of Drawing English N«w York School of Art Drawing

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MR. HENRY F. HABER MR. E. WUESTHOFF, Jr. MR. HERBERT CARROLL Baldwin-Wallace; B. S. Normal School of the North WOOD Algebra American Gymnastic Union Amherst; A. B. Physical Training Physical Geography (Faculty Manager of Athletics)

MISS KATHERINE L. O'GRADY MISS MARION E. WRIGHT MR. LAMAR T. BEMAN Emerson College of Oratory Syracuse; B. A. Western Reserve; Ohio State; Geneseo State Normal School English A. B.,A.M. Oratory English

MR. JOHN CALDER PEARSON MISS PEARL PALMER MR. G. F. SMITH Cornell; A. B. Maryland College for Women; Western Reserve; Johns Latin Spencerian Commercial Hopkins; A.B.,Ph. D. School; B. S. English, History Shorthand, Typewriting 13 jFaculty

MR. CHARLES M. KNIGHT MR. HENRY L. PECK MISS BERTHA M. LEE L.L.B. Algebra, Commercial Law Western Reserve; Ph. B. Civics, Economy, Physics American History

MISS GERTRUDE MISS LOUISE FRENCH MR. ARTHUR F. M. SANDERSON McCLELLAN PETERSILGE Western Reserve; Radcliffe; A. M. Grove City; Bryn Mawr, A. M. Case School; B. S. English Latin Mathematics

MISS FRANCES BAKER MR. P. J. TWIGGS MISS MARGARET PITTIS Xenia College; Buchtel Valparaiso; B. S. University of Chicago; M. L. L. Bookkeeping, Secretary English Commercial Arithmetic

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MR. CLARENCE H. LANDER MISS MARIA MARGARET MISS HELEN G. INGERSOLL University of Michigan; KELLY Lake Erie College; B. A. Harvard; B. S. Western Reserve; Sargent Latin Manual Training Normal School of Physical Training, Ph. B. Physical Training, Algebra

MR. C. J. FOSKETT Brown University; Ph. B. Mechanical Drawing

MISS FRANCES A. ADAMS Latin Vassar; A B. MISS J. CORA BENNETT Chemistry University of Wisconsin; B. S. MR. ALFRED FAIRBANK Manual Training (Faculty Manager Football Team) MRS. MATHILDE S. GROSSART German MR. J. POWELL JONES Music Tonic Solfa College of England; G. T. S. C. MISS VICTORIA C. LYNCH Latin Western Reserve; B. A., M. A. MR. HAROLD BUSHNELL REED . . , Physics Oberlin. MISS MARY E. WEST Librarian Mt. Union. 15 of Mentor Clas&

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ROLFE CRUM RAE E. BALL DUDLEY H. SCOTT Corresponding Secretary Assistant Treasurer Sergeant-at-Arms HELEN A. WHITSLAR LOUIS J. CUNNEA HOWARD D. WILLIAMS EMILY KAERCHER Vice President Treasurer President Recording Secretary ikntorsi Clatf* of '07

Helen Alice Whitslar Classical (Greek) Anna Dustin Athenaeum Scientific (Latin) Vice President of Senior Class Athenaeum Class Choice for Commencement

Howard David Williams Scientific (English) Zetagathean Elmer Walter Kraft Central High Debate Scientific (English) President Senior Class Class Choice for Commencement

Anna Barbara Dietz Maie Elizabeth Watkins Scientific (English) Classical (German) Athenaeum Athenaeum

Carl Spero Melville W. Vickery Scientific (Latin) Scientific (Latin) Zetagathean Glee Club

Emily Marguerite Kaercher Classical (Latin-German) Athenaeum Florence G. Heineman Recording Secretary Classical (Latin-German) of Senior Class Faculty Choice for Commencement

17 Corinne Sidney Ringel Rae Eleanor Ball Classical Scientific (Latin) Athenaeum Athenaeum Assistant Treasurer of Senior Class

%•• Paul William Schwan, Jr. IN jl William F. Spieth Classical (German) j Classical (Latin-German) Zetagathean L *i!ll|j| Glee Club

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Edith Riby Mason P^^'B Classical (German) Geraldine B. Graham Athenaeum Classical (Latin-German) Treasurer of Athenaeum Athenaeum • Annual Board '^HP F. ;

Sherwin Howells Smith 1 Louis William Greenstein Scientific (Latin) Zetagathean Classical (Latin-German) f

Pauline Marie Weitz Classical (German) Athenaeum Florence Oliver Horsburgh Corresponding Secretary Classical (Latin-German) of Athenaeum \ M "':.JH 19 ?^jg|> or Catherine Helen Workman Mayme Blanche Robinson Classical (German) Classical (German) Athenaeum

Ralph K. Wadsworth Frank Butcher Scientific (Latin) Scientific (English)

Florence Lolette Davis Blanche Brott Classical (Latin-German) Scientific (German)

Fred Girvin Rodgers Rolfe Pomeroy Crum Scientific (Latin) Classical (German) Zetagathean Zetagathean Glee Club Corresponding Secretary of Senior Class Faculty Choice for Commencement

Hazel Rue Hull Elsie Elizabeth Roodhuysen Classical (Latin-Greek) Classical (Latin-German) Athenaeum Athenaeum u Elsie Louise Ritter Eva Rose Metherell Scientific (English) Scientific (Latin)

John Splittorf DeWitt Clinton Herrick Commercial Scientific (Latin) Faculty Choice for Commencement

Anna Olga Miller Ethel Isabel Munro Scientific (Latin) Scientific (Latin) Athenaeum

George Emerson Hart I Clarence H. Handerson Scientific (Latin) Classical (Greek) Zetagathean Zetagathean Glee Club

Stella Johanna Kraft Hazel Ursula Ruth Scientific (English) Scientific (Latin) Athenaeum

20 Ada L. Ludick Classical (Latin-Greek) Eunice Bartlett Athenaeum Scientific (Latin) President of Athenaeum

Eugene Raymond Gardner Scientific (Latin) Edward Anderson Taylor Zetagathean Scientific (Latin) Glee Club Glee Club South High Debate (resigned)

Gladys M. Avery Classical (German) Athenaeum Edna Olive McCormick Vice President of Athenaeum Scientific (Latin)

John Henry Nielson Lawrence Erskine Titus Scientific (German) Commercial Zetagathean Track Team

Ada Koehler Classical (Latin-German) Ursula M. Barnard Athenaeum Scientific (Latin)

21 Frieda Lathrop Meriam i Nina Fay Boffenmyer Classical (Latin-German) Scientific (Latin) Athenaeum

Louis J. Cunnea Scientific (English) Zetagathean Thomas F. Wallace Treasurer of Zetagathean Scientific (English) Treasurer of Senior Class Football Team Manager of Basketball Team

Marie Russell Mequillet Edith Winifred Goulding Scientific (Latin) Scientific (Latin)

rn* Frank V. Brady Donald H. Sweet Scientific (English) Classical (German) Glee Club Glee Club

Elsie Marie Knobloch Margaret Helen Smith Scientific (German) Scientific (Latin) cfhk

22 !• m Edith Emmogene Sidley Flora Schwan Scientific (Latin) Classical (Latin-German)

Ralph E. Wemple Kenneth N. McClintock Scientific (English) Classical (Greek) Glee Club ¥

Mary Elizabeth Coates Gertrude Hannah Germond Scientific (Latin) Classical (German) ~

William Catesby Crane Otto Theodore Schmidt -.. Classical (Greek) Scientific (German)

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23 Ruth A. Kershaw Loretta Helen Sweeney Classical (Latin-German) Scientific (Latin)

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Otto Carl Budde H. Theodore Fonda Scientific (German) Commercial Glee Club

Gertrude Weber Estella Fay Kramer Scientific (German) Scientific (Latin)

Harry George Grover Jesse R. Battenfeld Commercial Commercial

Inez Belle Gadbau Ethel MacKenzie Scientific (Latin-English) *r Classical (German)

24 I Mabel Elma Rothermel Classical (Latin-German) Emily Lowrey Athenaeum Scientific (Latin)

James L. Lind Adelbert R. McLaughlin Classical (Greek) Scientific (German) Zetagathean

Grace Rozilla Whipple Alma Irene Laubscher Classical (German) Scientific (Latin) Athenaeum Athenaeum

Harry C. Hyatt Jay LeRoy Battenfeld Scientific (English) Commercial

Florence Margaret Ossman Letitia Stevens Classical (Latin-German) Scientific (English)

25 PSH Ada Marie DeMooy Florence May Grove Classical (Latin-German) Scientific (Latin) Athenaeum

Earl Edward L. Pierce Scientific (English) Daniel Watkins Dority Zetagathean Scientific (Latin) Glee Club if

m Helen Cecile Farrell Nora Fawley Scientific (English) Scientific (Latin) y

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Frederick William Enkler John H. Roberts Commercial Scientific (German)

Florence E. Zimmerman Agnes Clara Maurer Scientific (Latin) Scientific (German) WP~ Athenaeum Faculty Choice for Commencement

26 Muriel Louise Paskins | Elsie Marcella Seitz Scientific (English) Scientific (English)

Lawrence M. L. Clark Eugene W. Steimer, Jr. Scientific (German) Scientific (English) Glee Club

Clara Luella Philleo Ethel May Landphair Scientific (Latin) Scientific (English)

Ernest W. Kuhl Mileham Hood Lewis Commercial Scientific (English) Zetagathean

Adeline Korabek Malvina Lux Scientific (German) Classical (Latin-German) Athenaeum Faculty Choice for Commencement

27 Julia Miller Ruth A. Edwards Classical (German) Classical (Latin-German) ••••" •,.;•• -.,•..•' • Athenaeum Athenaeum Recording Secretary Sergeant-at-Arms of Athenaeum of Athenaeum Faculty Choice for Commencement

Arthur H. Darling Wilfred Hotchkiss Pollock Scientific (English) Classical (German) Zetagathean Central High Debate

Mildred Gage Bessie M. MacLeod Classical (Latin-German) Scientific (Latin) Athenaeum

Charles A. Alexander George Crosier Richardson Classical (German) Classical (Greek) Zetagathean

Frances Mary Corry Wilma Adah Masten Classical (Latin-German) Scientific (English)

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Loretta M. McDonough Blanche Kloepfer Scientific (Latin-English) Scientific (Latin)

Cornelius James Abbott Scientific (German) Carl F. Haeberle Zetagathean Scientific (Latin) Football Team

Alice Lyle Scientific (Latin) Louise Arline Daus Faculty Choice Scientific (Latin) for Commencement

James E. McMahon Scientific (Latin) Raymond Hopper Zetagathean Scientific (English) South High Debate Glee Club

Dorothea Grace Knobloch Ethyl Adelaide Futch Scientific (Latin) Scientific (English)

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'*9P*' Florence E. Brandt wk w* Muriel A. Miller Classical (German) Scientific (Latin) Athenaeum Athenaeum

James B. Beyer •h* DeAlton Valentine, Jr. Scientific (Latin) Scientific (Latin) Zetagathean Annual Board Sergeant-at-Arms of Zetagathean Football Team

Meta S. L. Messer Grace Lawes <#] Scientific (Latin) Scientific (Latin) Athenaeum President of Athenaeum Annual Board

Robert Boughton Keeler Classical (Latin-Greek) - :: Zetagathean South High Debate Will Morrison Gregory Editor-in-Chief of Annual Scientific (English) Corresponding Secretary Football Team of Zetagathean Manager of Football Team

Erma Ruth Pomeroy Marie Lillian Greenwood - •:-»:" Classical (German) Classical (Latin-German) Athenaeum

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30 Florence Adelaide Kassulker Tresa Doyle Special Scientific (English)

Louis W. Siegrist Scientific (English) Arthur W. Chisholm Zetagathean Scientific (German) Football Team Basketball Team Track Team Captain of Basketball Team Baseball Team

Frances Borger Myrtle L. Mason Scientific (English) Classical (German) Athenaeum

Orrin Charles Sabin Scientific (Latin) Joseph Francis Doubrava Orchestra Scientific (English) Track Team Orchestra

Alice Bell Moore Grace Georgina Vogt Classical (Latin-Greek) Classical (German) Athenaeum

31 m* Retta Cyrena McMillin Olive S. Ford Scientific (English) Scientific (Latin) Athenaeum

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Rolland Frost Scientific (Latin) Fred Russell Bill Classical (Greek) Zetagathean Scrap Book Editor South High Debate

Genevieve Blanche Maloney Scientific (English) Athenaeum Esther Minnie SinClair Scientific (English)

George Arthur Farasey Scientific (English) Football Team Ernest Joseph Basketball Team Classical (Greek) Baseball Team Track Team

Edith M. Caldwell Myrtle Wheller Crozier Scientific (English) Scientific (English)

32 Florence Elizabeth Nickels Viola C. Slater Scientific (Latin) Classical (Latin-German)

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Dudley Humphrey Scott Scientific (English) Elton R. Norris President Zetagathean Scientific (Latin) Sergeant-at-Arms Zetagathean '".?' of Senior Class Glee Club Annual Board Annual Board Central High Debate Football Team

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•m » #Q Marie Eugenia Cahill Elizabeth Blanche Logan Classical (Greek) Scientific (English)

33 Evangeline Katherine Anthony Harvey R. Kidney Scientific (Latin) Scientific (Latin) Ruth Hall Baker Corliss B. McClelland Classical (Latin-Greek) Scientific (Latin) feemor* Edgar Bengert Harold Malm Clajss of '07 Scientific (Latin) Scientific (English) Sara Gertrude Bull Charles Courtland Means Special Scientific (German) Athenaeum Annual Board Alfred Murawsky Edwin L. Bottle Scientific (German) Classical (German) Nannie K. Miller Nutting June Campbell Classical (Latin-Greek) Classical (Latin-Greek) Jennie Frances Rogers Emma Campbell Scientific (German) Scientific (Latin) Orchestra Marie Scannell Scientific George Carroll Scientific (English) Mary Helen Simon Jessie R. Evans Classical (Latin-Greek) Scientific (English) Lawrence Sinnott William H. Freytag Scientific (English) Scientific (Latin) Alfred Joseph Straka Horace Harrison Scientific (English) Scientific (English) Nathan P. Wright Earl Keevan Scientific (English) Scientific (Latin) Track Team Orchestra

John Fassett Scientific (English) Willard Mulhern $0*t= Scientific (English) #rafcruate£ Ida M. Treat Special Raymond O'Neil Scientific (Latin) Joseph Zucker Scientific (English)

34 Agnew, Jeannette Dickinson, Alice Lillian Ahlman, Louis F. Diebold, Earl Ralph Akins, Ralph H. Dobbert, Charlotte C. Alexander, Marjorie Donaldson, J. Lawrence Anderson, Bessie Grandy Dougherty, J. Edward Jfumortf Bachert, Margaret Kyle Downs, Gertrude Helen Claas of '08 Baginski, Johanna Helene Drexel, William Edward Baldwin, Edna Helen Durgetto, Luain W. Baldwin, Jean Battles Edge, Mary Smith Barnum, Jay H. Edwards, E. Walter Battles, Delia May Ehler, Geneva Benedict, Nelson L. Farasey, Marie E. Blake, Anna Harriet Feder, Harold E. Bluem, Clarence F. Feder, Hermine Josephine Boggis, Martha Fetterman, Hazel Pauline Book, Dora Clare Fickes, Helene Brennan, James Ryder Fischgrund, Simon Brothers, Myrtle Marguerite Fleck, Harriette J. Brown, Margurite Foote, Chas. C. Burgess, Sadie Foster, Herbert W. Burns, Elizabeth Lillian Fox, Clarence G. Burns, Loretta Virginia Frank, Bertha Burridge, Fred L. Franz, Ruth Rosa Carr, Florence Anna Gilchrist, Sarah Margaret Carrier, Lucile Marie Gnagi, Ida Creola Chisholm, Arthur W. Grabler, Minnie Clark, Neil M. Grant, Hanna Clevenger, Henrietta Monroe Gray, Orson H. Coates, Charles H. Greene, Archie William Cockrem, Hazel R. Griese, Elmer G. Coleman, R. Reid Grossman, George C. Collins, H. Leo Grute, Helen Cooke, George Watson Hach, Walter Frederick Corrigan, Alfred M. Hamilton, Gertrude Corry, Katharine Louise Hanley, Jerome P. Couch, Ruth Gordon Hann, Thomas Edward Crane, George W. Harrison, Ethel Bamford Cross, A. Ray Hatch', Charlotte D'Arcy, Irene Frances Hauck, Mary L. Davis, Arthur J. Hayes, Constance I. Dawson, Elizabeth Hemmings, Clarence Thompson Day, Alice M. Hemmings, Lincoln Smith Day, Ethel Marie Himmelman, Pearl Isabelle Day, Percy Holcomb, Burton M. Day, Ruth Eleanor Holdstein, Leon Dempsey, Minnie A. Holmes, Gladys L. Dickey, Mabelle Evelyn Horan, Elizabeth M.

35 Hornickel, Edith Nash, Henry F. Hull, Verna Marie Neigh, Ethel Margaret Hurley, Martha Mary Neville, Blanche Amanda Suutors; Irwin, Alicia M. Newhouse, Edward Jones, Alva Newman, Arthur B. Class of '08 Joyce, Isabelle Ockert, Mildred Mariella Judd, Bella M. Ohrmann, John William Kaighin, Ralph Thomas Oldham, Annie Josephine Kenealy, Bessie Oldham, Corinne Anna King, Mary Onstine, Hazel Estellyn Kingsley, Florence May Paden, Arthur William Kirsch, Allene F. Paisley, Ethel M. Klein, Lena Paton, Rhea Marguerite Konrad, Eleanor Constance Payne, Florence Louise Konrad, Helen Marie Pearce, Anna Josephine Kroeckel, Chas. A. Plasman, Helen Ladd, Marguerite Charis Pomeroy, Cleve Hale Laubscher, Ralph E. Powell, Marguerite Lawrence, Keith Prosser, James C. Leese, Alta Rannells, Florence Cecil Lemmon, Grace Warner Reed, Eva Cecilia Libby, Ruth G. Reich, Emil Linn, Elsie M. Reichard, Clarabell Long, May G. Richardson, Agnes S. J. Ludwig, Esther Elizabeth Richardson, Howard L. McAninch, Ralph E. Richmond, Rotha O. McDaniel, Augustus Robblee, Henry Crabbe McGovern, Mabel Gertrude Robinson, Lucia Brown Maloney, Clarence James Roby, Frank McQuesten Manchester, Sherman Amos Rockwell, John Marsh, Roy P. Ryan, William R. Mason, Hazel Amelia Salter, Jean Eadie Mason, J. Howard Sargent, Irene Marie Mathews, William Saurwein, Herman N. Mead, Ethel L. Sayle, Eva May Mehling, Harold David Schatzinger, Bertha Marie Mellen, Clarence Edward Schatzinger, Christine Angela Mequillet, Elsie Russell Scheck, Frank E. Merkel, Lucy Linde Schmoldt, May Louise Miller, Rose Evelyn Schwan, Ethel Marie Moeder, Edward Scott, Ralph B. Moore, Susan Viola Seavey, Edith E. Moran, Margaret M. Sebelin, Lucilla Marie Morris, Douglas Seibel, Edwin G. Morrow, Dudley Edward Shaw, Frieda Morse, Frances C. Shultz, Helen L. Mosier, Harold G. Sindermann, Marie Caroline

36 Small, Carl L. Wagner, Gertrude A. Smith, Mary Josephine Waite, Elizabeth Davis Smith, Ray Palmer Walker, Orville C. Sprackling, Wm. Earl Wallace, Katherine E. Junior^ Sprague, Virginia Alice Walter, Frank Edward Sprowl, Carrie Weber, Carl Class of '08 Starrett, Oscar Garfield Wedow, Ella V. R. Stohlmann, Frieda Alvina Weisenburger, Florence K. Story, Christine Werner, William Russell Strong, Eldred John Wheaton, Grace Estella Taylor, C. Esther Wilhelm, Albert Charles Tengler, Josephine Isabella Williamson, Edna Agnes Thomas, Arthur N. Workman, William Harold Truman, F. Carleton Wulf, Sophie Bertine Truscott, Annette Caldwell York, Leonard Stephen Van Tress, Augusta Ethra Yost, Malcolm Y.

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37 Adams, Corinne Frances Coates, Benton E. Ahlman, J. Clarence Cockburn, E. Howard Alexander, Viola Rose Cofall, Blossom Edna Opl)CltttOrC£» Alpaugh, George Adamson Cole, Lawrence Anderson, Olive Collister, Frances King ClaSS Of '09 Anderson, Yeatman Conrad, Mary M. Andreas, Fred. W. Cool, Howard Arnold, LeVara Corlett, Spencer Dudley Ashmun, Russell Corrigan, Walter Babcox, Hallene Maria Coyne, Alma M. Barnard, Cora Elizabeth Cummer, Robert G. Bauman, Ralph Davidson, Mary Elizabeth Bechhold, Herbert V. Dawes, Leslie James Benton, Jessie Louise Dennish, Beatrice Grace Bicknell, Gladys Louise Dickenson, Ethel Levina Billson, Richard L. Dicks, Ruth L. Black, Ethel J. Dilley, Vivian M. Black, Howard W. Distel, W. Irvington Bonfield, Ruth Athalia Ditto, Jeannette Book, Zaida Marguerite Dodd, Alice Botten, Henry W. Dorn, Hermania Lucille Bowers, Corinne Esther Downing, Hugh Earl Boyce, Anna M. Doyle, Lida Mary Boyle, Norman Avery Doyle, Thomas H. Bradford, Ruth Duncan, Joseph B. Breitweg, Carl F. Dumm, Mona J. Bright, Russell John Dyer, Herrich Harrell Brisco, Juniata Eastman, Elizabeth Brockett, Hazel Irene Egert, Howard H. Brothers, Irene Julia Ellison, Lida Marion Brothers, Myrtle Empkey, Mildred V. Brunner, Mabel Margaret Engle, Walter E. Buggie, Horace H. Esch, William Joseph Burridge, H. Paul Etzensperger, Flora Bushea, Anna G. Evans, Henry Bushea, Jean Laura Faetkenheuer, Maud V. Butler, John T. Farnsworth, Dudley Calhoun, Clara Mildred Felber, Irene Carr, Dean William Feldman, Arthur Carroll, Hazel Frances Fetzer, Agnes Louise Carroll, Helen Angela Fix, Elmer Cawood, Florence P. Fleck, William Cawood, Roy Flemming, Claude Austin Chandler, Frank M. Flesher, Clarence T. Chapman, Erma C. Flynn, John P. Cherrington, Blanche Foote, Orlo A. Churchill, Esther Louisa Foote, Ruth L.

38 Foster, Raymond P. Jenkins, Mary Adella Friend, William H. Judson, Darwin A. Frost, Zora M. Kappler, Mildred Louise Fuller, Carl W. Keeler, Horace Fuller, Ralph T. Kendall, Mildred A. Funk, Dwight O. Kenealy, Amy Katherine Class of '09 Galser, Clara Kennedy, Edna Margaret Ganson, Miriam Elizabeth Kennedy, W. Burt Gillmore, Mary Jane Kennell, Edna Louise Gleichman, Cedric Kilmer, Melvine Daniel Gorman, Winifred Belle Kimpel, Henry M. Gosling, Rex J. Klein, Leo Goss, Leonard R. Knapp, Hazel B. Grabler, Bessie May Knecht, Howard F. Grabler, Louise D. Kock, Elta T. Graham, Florence I. Koplin, Roy James Graves, Henry W. Korach, Charles Greene, Gladys Kraemer, Irene Marie Griese, Arthur G. Krieg, Charles Nelson Groom, Lillian Lander, William P. Grover, Irene Hazel Lanphear, Helen Hall, Robert A. Latimer, Ruth Viola Hamberg, Gertrude M. Lawrence, Ethel Elizabeth Hancock, Earl F. Lewis, Herbert John Hansen, Florence Amanda Lewis, Howard Hart, Earl Edwin Lewis, Merrill L. Hart, Juliet Thorn Lilley, Genevieve Miriam Harsh, Curtis M. Lincoln, Russell F. Hassler, Robert C. Lougee, Ralph William Haver, Harriet W. Lux, Henry Hugo Haver, Thomas T. Lux, Lillian Hawkins, Gertrude Celestia McCreary, Arlowene Isabella Hawkins, Glen McDonald, Daniel Marsh Hawkins, I. Isabella McGregor, Carrie B. Hayes, Mary Davy McLaughlin, Mattalie Alice Hayt, William Hart McMyler, Angela A. Heller, Abby Elizabeth McQuilkin, Almeda M. Helton, George S. MacKnight, Jennie L. Hoener, Edmund August Marshall, Neal O. Horn, Florence Nellie Martin, Elsie M. Horsburgh, Robert George Meade, Mary E. Howk, Evabeth Melaragno, Filomena M. Hussey, Katherine M. Miller, Helen Irr, Clement Andrew Miller, James Lawrence Irvine, John Kenneth Mitchell, Jesse J. Jarman, Ruth Eleanor Modisette, Robert M. Jenkins, Katherine Barnes Monroe, Grace Angele

39 Moore, Melda Ries, Donna Inez Mordaunt, Irene Elizabeth Robbins, Phoebe Clapp Morgan, Allen Gilbert Roby, Adalyn Morris, Harvey Adelbert Roche, Arthur J. opfjomores Murawsky, Elma Charlotte Rockwell, Stephen G. Class of'09 Murphy, Genevieve Mary Rogers, Lilah Helen Needs, Walter F. Rowland, Helen May Newburn, Ethel Mary Ruoff, Albert Carl Nicholls, Bessie Grace Ruoff, Helen Mathilda Nicholls, Jane A. Rusbatch, Margaret Noble, Edson J. Russell, Metta R. Northey, Hazel Lavinia Salamon, Erma Marie Nussdorfer, Edwin J. Salter, Helen Marjorie Nutting, Morley Sanborn, Harold Jay O'Brien, George Sanford, Harlan Paul Oldham, Corinne Anna Sawyer, Eugene Frank Oldham, Laura May Schlecht, Carl A. Olmsted, Harold M. Schwan, Vera Pauline Oren, George F. Schwin, Elmer Allen Orr, Clifford Benson Scott, Waid Orr, Walter Charles Sebelin, Karl H. Ovington, Florence Sharp, William G. Palmer, Ervin Shinners, Joseph H. Park, Anna Margurite Siddall, Dudley Allen Parmelee, Irving W. Siller, Marie Parr, Sarah Mildred Simon, Ruby E. Parsons, Howard S. Slade, Ethel May Patchin, Erie M. Small, Phillip L. Pauli, Charlotte Ottilie F. Smith, Nina B. Payne, Dorothy Elizabeth Sneyd, Marguerite Payne, Martha Robinson Solomon, Wallace W. Payne, Olive Jeannette Spalding, Russell Peck, Lionel Spangler, George Joseph Peckinpaugh, Roger T. Spieth, Karl F. Petzke, Otto Sprague, George William Phelps, Caroline Stewart, Isadore T. Phillips, Clyde A. Stow, Harlow H. Probeck, Edwin John Strawn, Robert A. Quackenbush, Arthur B. Sutherland, Nina Bernice Regan, Mary M. Talmage, Rhea Rehark, Chauncey C. Tappen, Adriana Repp, Irene E. Teare, Edward J. Resek, Marc Thompson, James F. Rice, Victor Arthur Thompson, Robert Riebe, Harry J. Timberlake, Marguerite Riebel, Laura May Travis, Leonard F. Riegelhaupt, Hattie Turner, Mary Edith

40 Uehling, Adele Margaret Wattson, Earnest A. VanTress, Juanita Alice Webb, Kathleen Ida Vickery, Howard L. Wehnes, Delia M. Vokes, Hilda Victoria Weiss, Wilbur G. opfjomoretf Voth, Paul Henry Wells, Ethel Maude Wadsworth, Paul K. White, Bessie Mae Class of '09 Wagner, Mabel S. Whitman, W. Freeman Wagner, Marie Florence Whitmore, William Harold Wallace, Bruce Hinds Williams, Ruth Marie Walsh, Elizabeth Markee Wilson, Edna Louise Waltz, Claude D. Witham, Walter W. Waltz, Leon J. Wright, Alec Warden, Edith I. Wuffli, John Warden, Margaret Mary Wychgel, Jacob N. Warner, Jack W. Zimmerman, Hugo A. Warner, John M. Zornow, William F.

41 Abels, Clara B. Burke, Eleanor M. Aborn, Marjorie Burridge, William A. Adams, Hewitt C. Buse, William W. Jfresfymen Ake^jack Butler, Cecilia Buzek, Arthur J. Almack, Elosia D. Cahill, Alfred J. ClaSS Of '10 Alton, George F. Carlisle, Stanley Apple, Louise Carr, Frank A. Aring, Elmer E. Carrier, Harold R. Armstrong, Nell Carroll, Henry F. Arstall, Ethel J. Cassidy, Florence E. Arzner, Dave Castner, Wave Temma Aults, Winifred F. Chapman, Pauline Austin, Julia H. Chapman, Rena E. Avery, Grace A. Chappell, Maurice H. Awig, Walter F. Chase, Alice E. Badger, Allen C. Cheeks, Elmer J. Bales, Florence Chisholm, Stanley W. Bartlett, Florence E. Chisholm, Walter J. Baumann, Phillip J. Chittenden, George Iden Beattie, Roberta F. Church, Andrew George Bechhold, Herbert V. Clay, Emma M. Beck, Stella L. Coath, Eva A. Becker, Reinhold E. Cohen, Mildred B. Beighlee, Carl Talmage Colcher, George Miles Bennett, Ethel A. Conklin, Maud F. Bennett, William S. Conroy, Frank E. Berry, Walter G. Convoy, James M. Bidlingmayer, Mabel Coons, Marjorie F. Biederstedt, Erna Cooper, Ida E. Bighouse, Marie G. Corrigan, George J. Bill, Clifford E. Couch, Charles R. Birnbaum, Ralph H. Coulton, Louise M. Blair, Hugh Malcolm Couse, Lola Helen Blesch, George H. Coville, Olive Bluem, Elsie E. Cozens, Bettie W. Blum, Miriam S. Crawford, Zemena Erma Boddy, Ross McDonald Creedman, William H. Boffenmyer, Louis Otto Creer, Julia S. Boltz, Raymond A. Dalgleish, Marcella Bower, Grace M. Dally, William H. Boyd, Hugh M. Daus, William G. Boylan, John Davenport, Clyde L. Bradley, Louise M. Davis, Henrietta L. Bricker, Lucille E. Davis, Mabel C. Broderick, Nellie C. De Beauclair, Lawrence Brown, Harriet M. Deering, George J. Bruck, Robert L.

42 De Heck, Irene French, Alfred Earl Dennis, Rhoades Fretter, Lester Frank Desnoyers, Eva D. Frey, Raymond William Dietz, Frank J. Fritzsche, Louise Elfrede Dietz, Walter J. Fuchs, Louis Charles Jfrestfjmen Dill, Roy E. Gadbau, Florence May Class of'10 Dissette, Ruth M. Gafney, Grace Mary Dittoe, Gerald C. Garland, Grace Florence Doig, Ruth Bella Geer, Camilla Theresa Donahue, Elmer D. Geer, Clarence Leroy Donkin, Edward B. Geitz, Perry B. Dorman, Henrietta H. Gilchrist, Frederick Wells Downs, Earle Gill, Bessie Amelia Doyle, Harry E. Gilson, Leslie A. Dressier, Walter C. Gladding, Oscar S. Dudley, Edyth H. Glick, Twyla H. Duff, Elizabeth Glueck, Mabel M. Duncan, Warren S. Goddard, Albert Dunlavey, Gertrude Goodman, Hilda S. Durkin, Joseph P. Gough, Mae E- Eckert, Mildred M. Gould, James A. Ehler, Helen Goulder, Jean B. Elliott, Olive H. Goulding, Dorothy O. Elliott, Roy H. Grabler, Harvey W. Ely, Aleeta Grace Graf, Fred J. Elyea, Katharine Gram, Albert P. Embler, Edith M. Green, Jessie M. Emrich, Juanita G. Greene, Sam T., Jr. Etzensperger, Ethel Elizabeth Grow, Earl F. Evans, Maretta Grundmann, Hattie E. Farlin, Dan Cobaugh Hafemeister, Bessie A. Fawcett, Charles Horace Hagedorn, Arthur F. Ficken, Arthur M. Haggett, Daisy M. Fischer, Edna K. Hanchette, Oliver P. Fish, Charles Patrick Hancock, Clarence L. Fisher, Bradburn W. Hanna, Clarice Flinta, John G. Harmon, Orlin B. Flynn, Agnes L. Harper, Margaret L. Foley, Thomas Harrold, Elmer Ford, Frank William Hartley, Roy J. Forestall, Harold G. Hartwell, Marguerite Foster, William P. Hatfield, Margaret Foth, Arthur William Hathaway, Margaret R. Fowler, Daniel David Hawkins, Laura E. Hawkins, Mary S. Fralick, May Bernadette Heagan, Margaret G. Franz, Ethan Philip Heinsohn, Gertrude A. Freienstein, Frances Hildegard

43 Heintz, Orla T. Krieger, Katherine A. Helmer, Florence M. Kuegler, Harry W. Hendershot, Jasper P. Kuepfer, Pearl G. "lfT0£»lltttCtt Henderson> Mary M. Kunz, Helen F. Hennan, Mary Ladd, Florence K. ClaSS Of '10 Hensley, Marie Lally, Helen E. Herbert, Kathryne Larsen, Edythe E. Herbhersman, M. Charlotte Lemon, Leon B. Herm, Karl A. Lerch, M. Claire Hoek, Edward W. Liebing, William Hoff, Madeleine F. Lindus, Carrie W. Holmes, Noel C. Logan, Charles Hood, Fay E. Long, Thomas J. Hopkins, David B. Longsdorff, Margaret E. Horan, Marie M. Loomis, Hazel A. Horner, Helen J. McCracken, Florence H. Horner, James S. McKee, Dilla J. Horner, Louis E. McKitterick, George B. Horner, William W. McKitterick, Louise A. Horsburgh, Percy McLaughlin, Alice S. Hostetter, Anna M. McPeck, Kendall Hoyt, Laurence C. Mackie, Florence Hunt, Pauline H. Madigan, Irene L. Hussey, Harriet V. Madigan, Walter B. Ingersoll, Fred B. Mahoney, James A. Irr, Anthony J. Mall, Lila L. Jaeger, Carl H. Malone, Lillian Jenkins, Albert H. Mann, Richard F. Jewitt, Homer M. Manning, Russell C. Joyce, John N. Manzelman, Earle H. Judge, Margaret M. Marcuson, Dora Keenan, Mary A. Martens, Milton J. Keevan, Corrine J. Martin, Bessie L. Kenworthy, Howard G. Mathews, Helen L. Kirby, Edmund J. Matthews, Joe C. Kirian, Sylvia J. May, Clarence R. Kirkwood, Ruth R. Meermans, Howard J. Klein, Benjamin F. Megathey, Ruth Kleinert, Karl H. Merrett, Merle Kleinert, Martha E. Mitcheltree, William Kloepfer, Hazel Moffitt, Josephine A. Knobloch, Hilda Mooney, Francis G. Knorr, William Moore, George L. Koehler, Fred W. Morgenstern, Norma E. Koelkebeck, Julian M. Moriarty, John F. Kohl, William E. Mucke, Elizabeth A. Krauss, Edwin A. Mulhern, Ruth H.

44 Mulligan, Genevieve M. Reeve, Roy R. Mutch, Gertrude K. Rehark, Helen L. Narwold, Carl F. Reich, Myrtle Nichols, Mabel F. Reinke, Carl L. jfredjmen Noonan, Irving Repp, Arthur L. Norman, Esther Reynolds, George E. Class of'10 Norton, Guy M. Rich, Ruth E. Nussdorfer, Theodore J. Richardson, Encell Nutting, Ruth L. Richwein, Edward Ockert, Paul Joseph Rieley, Howard Oliver, Edwin I. Riemer, Edward W. Oneill, Edward J. Roberts, Edith A. Oster, Frances M. Robeson, Weltha S. Ovington, William J. Roche, Walter R. Owen, Vern A. Roemer, Grace Paden, Marian L. Rogers, Alice M. Papier, Carl H. Rogers, George Parks, Hazel J. Romanis, Harold Parrish, Amos W. Roodhuyzen, Violet B. Parthemer, Gail F. Rosinski, F. Anton Patno, Stanley C. Royce, Gardner Pauli, Erwin J. Ruzika, Florence Peak, William Ryan, Leo Peckinpaugh, Louise H. Ryan, Louise C. Pelton, Roy K. Samman, George Peterson, Alexis L. Sanderson, Vida Pfister, Eleanora Sayle, Margaret A. Phelps, Merle W. Scannell, Ethel L. Pickering, Sam F. Schlecht, Albert Pierce, Clay B. Schleman, Roy H. Pierce, Leslie Schmell, Alice A. Poland, Tom Schneider, Anna Pollock, Ralph A. Schreiner, Dudley M. Pomeroy, Myrtle D. Schulz, Alvina Pond, Ralph H. Schwarzenberg, Ruth Porter, Fannie H. Schweitzer, Illia Pratt, Charles J. Seavey, lone C. Price, Dorothy M. Seelbach, Marie L. Prosser, John L. Seiple, Charles Purrenhage, Irving C. Shanks, Edwin H. Pyle, Louise Sharp, Margaret Radtke, Courtland J. Sharp, Ray F. Rankin, Joseph E. Sharpe, Ralph Reader, Elsie I. Sheahan, Clare I. Redding, William Shirk, Herbert L. Reeve, Hazel C. Shriner, Marie L. Reeve, Hilda I. Shumway, Wallace A.

45 Siebold, Louis Thomsen, Edna B. Siegle, Jessie M. Thompson, Oletta Siess, Walter Thompson, William Sill, Eleanor M. Tozer, Dorothy I. Jfresfymeu Sinek, Herbert L. Tremaine, Carl B. Class of'10 Sloan, Verna B. Tremeer, Mildred Smith, Helen A. Treter, Howard A. Smith, Henry A. Trope, Alexander Smith, James C. Urban, Purley L. Smith, William VanBergen, Agnes M. Sneyd, James W. VanDerslice, Ruth Sohl, Frederick O. VanValkenburg, Charles Solomon, Leonard Viesey, Gladys Spero, Ethel Waite, Ralph D. Sponseller, Florence A. Walker, Bessie M. Sprague, Virginia Walker, May M. Stadden, Queen Wallace, Marjorie C. Steele, Mureal M. Weatherhead, Albert Stevens, Gladys E. Weaver, Florence Stohlmann, Irene Weaver, Jeannette Stotsky, Lillian B. Webb, Arnold- Stranahan, Vernon B. Weber, Harriet R. Stratman, Florence Webster, Clyde Strippel, William Wedow, Charles Stuart, George Weinberger, Aaron L. Stwan, Sidney R. Wells, Rhea B. Sullivan, Grover J. Werner, Norinne B. Sullivan, Hugh B. West, Frank Tawney, Harry Whiting, Samuel C. Tewksbury, Roger G. Wick, Joseph R. Wilbery, Bessie M. Wilhelm, Alma Wilkins, Eleanor Williams, Leonard R. Williamson, Ruth E. Wills, Harold Wills, Laura B. Wilmot, Bessie E. Wiseman, Grace M. Wisemann, Sylvester E. Wright, Carey A. Wright, Florence E. Wright, Paul Wurzbach, Genevieve Young, Edward W. Young, Mary

46 FACULTY CHOICE. Malvina Lux Julia Miller Emily Kaercher COtttmettCe= Alice Lyle , Florence Zimmerman IIU-III Rolfe Crum ^tdktXti DeWitt Herrick

CLASS CHOICE. Howard Williams Helen Whitslar

Historians Mayme Robinson Ethel Munro Helen Workman Clas& Bay Stella Kraft Orator speakers; Dudley Scott Humorist Wilfred Pollock Story Teller Ada Ludick Prophets Cornelius Abbott Genevieve Maloney Helen Smith George Hart Wilma Masten

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4^ co I_^EMI/VIDI,VICI. S was the case every year since its establishment, East High has been a prominent factor in scholastic athletics during the season of 1906-7. A^ The school has been well represented in all departments—football, basketball, track, and the baseball team has an excellent start. One champion­ &tf)lettc£ ship—football—has already been "landed," and the prospects in track and baseball are of the brightest. The great success at the city indoor meet, which East won, was of much encouragement to the track men. Both the school and the faculty have been very staunch in their support of the teams, and this has aided the boys greatly.

50 ITH a generous number of candidates to select from and a most proficient coach, East High was able to gain the championship W of the Middle States in the fall of 1906. Although a large number of the stars of the preceding year were lost last spring, Coach Fogg went to work and discovered new satellites quite equaling in brilliancy their pre­ decessors. He made an exhaustive study of the new rules, and the result of this we all know, the climax being reached in that exceedingly clever trick-play of his own invention which so dumbfounded the University School team at a critical moment in our last game. Only one defeat was experienced during the season, and that was at the hands of our alumni, a team composed of stars which could make almost any college team "sit up and take notice." The team was fortunate in selecting as their captain "Billy" Ryan, who played a star game at half throughout the season. A splendid schedule was arranged by Faculty-Manager Fairbank. Mr. Twiggs, also of the faculty, was of invaluable aid in managing the financial part. In Robert Keeler was found an excellent student-manager, who took good care of the boys, and did not waste the "pigs." To these three can much of the success be attributed. For next season, Frank Roby has been chosen to lead the team and Harold Mosier to manage it. It was with much regret that the announcement was received that Joe Fogg had accepted the offer of Case School and would coach their team next season. Although it is a great loss to the school, still we are glad to see Mr. Fogg in his new position and wish him much success in his advanced field of work.

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Champions of the Middle States SCHEDULE OF FOOTBALL TEAM Sept. 29—Western Reserve 5 E. H. S. 6 Oct. 6—Alumni 11 0 12—Oberlin High 0 4 (Oberlin jfootfcall 20—Oberlin Academy 0 4 Nov. 3—Central High 10 25 10—West High 5 32 17—Akron High 0 10 (Akron) 24—University School 5 12

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LINE-UP Varsity Scrubs Siegrist Left End Sinnott Gregory • Left Tackle Carlisle Scott Left Guard Malm Abbott I Center Coates Beyer ) Dougherty Right Guard Peck Heller Right Tackle Hanley J°hns 1 Right End C. Ahlman Farasey j Cunnea Quarter Back Burridge Sprackling Ryan Right Half Chisholm Ahlman Full Back 1 Flesher I Lind Roby Left Half Wright

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MR. JOSEPH G. FOGG Coach

WILLIAM R. RYAN Captain of this year's team

FRANK M. ROBY Captain of next year's team

54 HE basketball season of T 1907, although the cham­ pionship was not won, was quite satisfactory. Good form was shown by the boys during the season and they were moderately successful, winning six games out of the ten regular games played. Louis Siegrist proved himself a competent captain, while a good schedule was arranged and the boys were well looked after by Manager Louis Cunnea. For next year George O'Brien has been elected captain and Leonard Goss manager.

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Line-up Basket Ball Team Siegrist (Captain) Right Forward O'Brien Left Forward Farasey Center Roby Left Guard Sprackling Right Guard Heller Guard Keeler Substitute Baskets from field—Farasey 25, Siegrist 21, O'Brien 14, Peckinpaugh 6, Sprackling 8, Roby 7, Heller 6, Keeler 2, Prosser 1. Baskets from foul—Siegrist 9, O'Brien 6, Heller 3, Farasey 1. Schedule of Basket Ball Team East Opponents Jan. 10—East vs. Shaw High 12 38 " 12—East vs. Canton High (at Canton) 25 11 " 23—East vs. St. Ignatius 13 24 " 26—East vs. Central High 17 19 Feb. 3—East vs. University School 17 10 9—East vs. Shaw High 19 16 " 14—East vs. St. Ignatius 13 43 " 16—East vs. Canton High 9 45 Mar. 2—East vs. Central 14 31 9—East vs. University School 20 14 Totals 159 251

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56 HE basketball league, which met with considerable approval among the boys last winter, seemed to have lost favor this year among the two T upper classes. It started out well, but after a short time only the Sophomore and Freshman leagues remained. These, however, finished out 3M3£|fe£tuall the season. ^ool league Standing of the Teams

Sophomore League 1. Crows ( Harpies 2. Corsairs 4. J Woodwards Standards ( Mars Vikings 5. Nestors 3. < Eclipse f Cyclopes 6. Crescents ( Calumets

Freshman League 1. Spartans j Siouxs 2. Helions 4. | Oneidas 3. Tyros 1 Rhios 4. Milos 5 1 Modocks

TENNIS TEAM

R. M. Modisette Captain R. Coleman S. Manchester W. Mulhern ^CUUlSi J. Barnum Manager

SCHEDULE May 18—Central High. " 25—Detroit Central High, at Detroit. June 3—University School. 8—West High.

57 SEBALL

HE prospects of East High in baseball are of the brightest. As a Tnucleus for the championship there are the veterans, Dougherty, this year's captain, Siegrist, Knight, Cross and Ahl­ man. To complete the nine there are many very promising men in the large squad that is out for practice. With the exceptionally early start that the men had this spring, and with the coaching of Joe Steverding, much is hoped for. The team is being managed by Augustus McDaniel.

LINE-UP O'Brien Catcher C. Ahlman Pitcher Siegrist Pitcher L. Ahlman First Base Dougherty Second Base Peckinpaugh Short Stop Hanley Third Base Knight Center Field Prosser Left Field Cross Right Field Farasey Field Qj

BASEBALL SCHEDULE April 15—East vs. University of Wooster (Wooster). it 17 Alumni it 20 Open it 24 Shaw High ti 27- Oberlin High (Oberlin) May 3- Akron (Akron) a 11 Painesville a 15 Painesville (Painesville) u 18 Central High «( 22 Glenville High t{ 25 University School June 8- Central High 58 S3 Captain* anb iHanagets;

AUGUSTUS McDANIEL LOUIS SIEGRIST Manager Baseball Team Captain Basketball Team

ARTHUR CHISHOLM LOUIS CUNNEA Captain Track Team Manager Basketball Team

FRANK ROBY j ROBERT B. KEELER Manager Track Team fa Manager Football Team

ALFRED FAIRBANK Faculty Manager j EDWARD DOUGHERTY of Athletics, '07 Captain Baseball Team

60 AST High has promises of putting out a track team this year which will make the other schools look to their laurels. Already one big E victory has been attained in winning the interscholastic indoor meet at Central Armory in March, and from the looks of the men who are out more ought to be added to this. In Arthur Chisholm the team has an able captain, and Frank Roby makes a competent manager. Mr. Wuesthoff is doing his best in the line of coaching to bring success to the team.

Schedule of Track Team

March 2—City Interscholastic Meet (Central Armory). Won by E. H. S. May 3—University School. May 10—Shaw High. May 17—St. Ignatius. May 25—State Interscholastic Meet (Oberlin). June 1—City Scholastic Meet.

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DUDLEY H. SCOTT President EUGENE R. GARDNER Vice President LOUIS J. CUNNEA Treasurer HOWARD D. WILLIAMS Recording Secretary ROBERT B. KEELER Corresponding Secretary JAMES B. BEYER Sergeant-at-Arms

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Members Gladys Avery Malvina Lux Rae Ball Genevieve Maloney Florence Brandt Edith Mason S. Gertrude Bull Myrtle Mason Ada De Mooy Frieda Meriam Anna Dietz Meta Messer Anna Dustin Julia Miller Ruth Edwards Muriel Miller Olive Ford Alice Moore Mildred Gage Ethel Munro Agnes Geuder Corinne Ringel Inez Gillmore Mayme Robinson Geraldine Graham Imogene Rose Marie Greenwood Mabel Rothermel Hazel Hull Elsie Roodhuysen Emily Kaercher Maie Watkins Ada Koehler Pauline Weitz Stella Kraft Grace Whipple Alma Laubscher Helen Whitslar Ada Ludick Florence Zimmerman

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71 ACON has said that reading makes a full man, writing an exact man and conference a ready man. What greater practice in conference is B there outside of debating? The value in this the East High boys have realized and so availed themselves of the opportunity of engaging in debates. Bebate* The subjects in which they have interested themselves have required diligent research, thus constantly broadening themselves mentally. The logical and practical manner in which they have interwoven their innate as well as acquired knowledge is an indication of the kind of men these debaters promise to be. INTER-SCHOLASTIC DEBATING LEAGUE March 15, East vs. Central High School Question: Resolved, That a progressive inheritance tax should be levied by the Federal Government, constitutionally conceded. Affirmative, Central Negative, East Hans Hammer Dudley Scott Michael Levitt Howard Williams Milton Altschul Wilfred Pollock Unanimous decision for the negative. April 19, East vs. South High Question: Resolved, That to subsidize the merchant marine of the United States would be detrimental to the best interests of our country. Affirmative, East Negative, South Fred Bill John T. Scott James McMahon Lawrence Riesner Robert Keeler James Rybak

Carl Spero, alternate Earl Wightman, alternate

LITERARY 78

Honor Program, November 8 and 9, 1906 Howard David Williams, Presiding , Greeting Mr. Howard Williams laiJCtOttCal Ulysses—The Story Miss Florence Zimmerman Violin Solo, "Concerto"—Mendelssohn Miss Rae Ball programs Play—"ULYSSES " The Prologue Act I.—Hall in Ulysses' Palace. Act III.—Scene I.: Seashore of Ithaca. Scene II.: Banqueting Hall. THE CAST On Olympus Zeus—Jupiter Robert Boughton Keeler Poseidon—Neptune Warren Bird Noland Hermes—Mercury Clarence Henry Handerson Athena—Minerva Julia Miller Aphrodite—Venus Maie Elizabeth Watkins Ares—Mars De Alton Valentine Apollo Ernest William Kuhl Hephaestus—Vulcan Cornelius James Abbott Demeter—Ceres Elsie Elizabeth Roodhuysen Hestia—Vesta Pauline Marie Weitz Certemis—Diana Edith Mason CARLSPCRO ,IN LOSSES, THIS FIGURE _ SOMETHING or APPOLO LACKS" Ganymede William Henry Freytag On Earth Ulysses Charles Alexander Penelope, his wife Frances Mary Corry Telemachus, his son Paul William Schwan Antinous ) ( Harry Hyatt Eurymachus > Chief suitors to Penelope j Sherwin Howells Smith Ctessippus ) ( Carl Spero Eumaeus, a swineherd James Edmund McMahon Minstrel Ralph Korb Wadsworth Pylas Raymond B. Hopper Suitors, Handmaidens, Attendants November 23 Selections from "Mrs. Wiggs of the Cabbage Patch" and "Lovey Mary." "The Annexation of Cuba" Miss Mayme Robinson "The Picnic" Miss Ursula Barnard "The Benefit Dance" Miss Helen Workman "The Christmas Play" Miss Anna Dustin Piano Solo Miss Florence Davis November 28 Piano Solo Miss Pauline Weitz Oration—"Thanksgiving Day" Mr. Louis Greenstein Reading Miss Emily Kaercher

8o November 28 Comedietta—"Thank Goodness, the Table is Spread!" CAST Mlttoxital Henry Hartford Fred Bill $rogram£ Mr. Harward, Hartford's father-in-law George Richardson James, a servant Corliss McClelland Jessie Hartford, Hartford's wife Fred Rodgers Mrs. Harward, Jessie's mother Joseph Doubrava Lucy, a servant Earl Pierce December 7 Piano Solo Miss Ethel Futch Reading—"Master Pryden Goes to Church" Miss Florence Heineman Oration—"Recent Developments in Panama" Mr. Ernest Joseph Reading—"The Telephone Girl" Miss Nina Boffenmeyer Buck and Wing Dance The Klein Brothers December 14 Piano Solo Miss Retta McMillin Reading—"A Christmas Present for a Lady" Miss Genevieve Maloney Violin Solo Mr. Albert Ruoff Reading—"Jean Valjean and the Bishop" Miss Stella Kraft A Soliloquy Mr. Wilfred Pollock December 21 Sherwin Howells Smith, Presiding Music Orchestra "The First Christmas Tree" Henry Van Dyke I "The Call of the Woodsman" Miss Helen Whitslar II "The Trail Through the Forest" Mr. Alfred Murawsky III "The Fall of Thor" Miss Katherine O'Grady Hymn—"All Glory be to God on High" Girls' Chorus January 11, 1907 Music Orchestra "The Man Without a Country" Read by Alice Lyle William Spieth Eugene Gardner Imogene Rose Theodore Fonda Piano Solo Louise Daus January 18 Piano Solo Miss Clara Philleo Reading Miss Marie Cahill Piano Solo Miss Ethel Landphair Piano Solo Mr. Earl Keevan POLLOCK' AND HIS NERVE January 25 Readings from "Nicholas Nickelby," containing romantic passages between Mrs. Nickelby and the gentleman next door. Read by Historical Miss Dorothea Knobloch Mr. Thomas Wallace Miss Mildred Gage Mr. Orrin Sabin ^Program* Violin Solo Mr. Julian Kaelkebeck Accompanied by Miss Elizabeth Waite February 8 "America" School Oration—"Lincoln and Washington" Mr. Donald Sweet Piano Solo Miss Gladys Avery Reading—"A Perfect Tribute" Miss Letitia Stevens Miss Malvina Lux Mr. Rolfe Crum Mr. Jay Battenfeld Miss Hazel Ruth February 15 Piano Duet Messrs. Hemmings and Steimer Reading from "When Patty Went to College". .Miss Myrtle Crozier Music Banjo Club Reading Miss Agnes Maurer Music Banjo Club February 21 JUNIOR THEATRICAL PROGRAM Frank McQuesten Roby, Presiding Music Orchestra Greeting Frank Roby One Act Comedy "MRS. BUSBY'S PINK TEA" Mrs. Busby Claribel Reichard Mrs. Hightone Hermine Feder Mrs. Upperten Charlotte Dobbert Mrs. Wiseacre Charis Ladd Mrs. Dashleigh Martha Boggis Miss Mary Busby Josephine Smith Annette Margaret Moran Bob Cleve Pomeroy Comedy "A PAIR OF SPECTACLES" Mr. Benjamin Goldfinch Harold Mosier Uncle Gregory, his brother Henry Robblee Percy, his son Walter Hach Dick, his nephew Malcolm Yost Lorimer, his friend Arthur Newman Joyce, his butler Ralph Akins, Jr. Mrs. Goldfinch, his wife Florence Rannells filPkfTtMC Lucy Lorimer, Lorimer's daughter Mildred Ockert ^ Charlotte, a maid Esther Taylor R0T3BIEE AS UNCLE GREGORY 82 Act I—Breakfast room in Mr. Goldfinch's house. Act II—Omitted. Act III—Same as Act I. Evening of the next day. March 15 Historical Piano Solo Miss Eva Metherell ^Programs; "The Development of the Iron Ore Industry" Mr. Harvey Kidney Piano Solo Miss Grace Lawes "An Unseen Judge" (original) Miss Ada Ludick Piano Duet Misses Slater March 22 "Sacrifice of Sydney Carton" Miss Esther SinClair Readings—"Ardelia in Arcady" Miss Helen Smith Miss Adeline Korabek Miss Ethel Munro Miss Mabel Rothermel April 5, 1907 Piano Solo Miss Nannie Nutting Dreyfus Mr. Adelbert McLaughlin Reading Miss Florence Ossman Story (original) Miss Corinne Ringel Violin Duet Mr. Nathan Wright and Mr. Albert Moulder April 12, 1907 Arbor Day—Longfellow Mr. Walter Braunlich Spring—Longfellow Miss Loretta McDonough "When the Green Gets Back in the Trees" Mr. Lawrence Titus "Preservation of Our Forests" Mr. Frank Brady "The Meeting of the Dryads" Miss Emily Lowrey "Our National Flower" Miss Mary McFadden Music Glee Club 84

MOST novel and unique entertainment was given in the halls and auditorium of East High School on April 12th. The idea of College A'Da y was original with our principal, Mr. B. U. Rannells, in represent­ ing the colleges of our country at an exhibition. The work of artistically College Bar p- arranging the many beautiful exhibits was in charge of a committee com- at (utaSft K^iQJh Posed of a number of teachers, of whom Miss Bertha M. Lee was chairman, assisted by a large number of senior boys and girls.

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94 COLLEGE DAY AT EAST HIGH SCHOOL APRIL 12, 1907 COLLEGES REPRESENTED 1. Amherst Amherst, Mass. CoEege 2. Armour Institute Chicago, 111. ^^aP 3. Barnard College, Columbia University New York City 4. Boston University Boston, Mass. 5. Bowdoin College Brunswick, Me. 6. Brown University Providence, R. I. 7. Bryn Mawr College Bryn Mawr, Pa. 8. Buchtel College Akron, O. 9. Case School of Applied Science Cleveland, O. 10. Colorado College Colorado Springs, Colo. 11. Colorado College of Mines Golden, Colo. 12. Columbia University New York City 13. Cornell University Ithaca, N. Y. 14. Dartmouth College Hanover, N. H. 15. Denison University Granville, O. 16. DePauw University Greencastle, Ind. 17. Georgetown Unversity Georgetown, D. C. 18. Grove City College Grove City, Pa. 19. Harvard University Cambridge, Mass. 20. Hillsdale College Hillsdale, Mich. 21. Hiram College Hiram, O. 22. Kenyon College Gambier, O. 23. Lafayette University Easton, Pa. 24. Lake Erie College Painesville, O. 25. Leland Stanford University Palo Alto, Cal. 26. McGill University Montreal, P. Q. 27. Marietta College Marietta, O. 28. Massachusetts Institute of Technology Boston, Mass. 29. Miami University Oxford, O. 30. Michigan School of Mines Houghton, Mich. 31. Montana School of Mines Butte, Montana 32. Mount Holyoke College South Hadley, Mass. 33. Mount Union College Alliance, O. 34. Northwestern University Evanston, 111. 35. Oberlin College Oberlin, O. 36. Ohio State University Columbus, O. 37. Ohio University Athens, O. 38. Ohio Wesleyan University Delaware, O. 39. Princeton University Princeton, N. J. 40. Purdue University Lafayette, Ind. 41. Radcliffe College Cambridge, Mass. 42. Simmons College Boston, Mass. 43. Smith College Northampton, Mass. 44. Swarthmore College Swarthmore, Pa.

95 45. Sweet Briar Institute Sweet Briar, Va. 46. Syracuse University Syracuse, N. Y. Toronto University Toronto, Ont. CoEege 4 8 : Tufts College Somerville, Mass. 4 9 Union College Schenectady, N. Y. Bap 50. University of California Berkeley, Cal. 51. " Chicago Chicago, 111. 52. " Cincinnati Cincinnati, O. 53. " Colorado Boulder, Colo. 54. " Denver Denver, Colo. 55. " Illinois Urbana, 111. 56. " Indiana Bloomington, Ind. 57. " Michigan Ann Arbor, Mich. 58. " Minnesota Minneapolis, Minn. 59. " Pennsylvania Philadelphia, Pa. 60. " Rochester Rochester, N. Y. 61. " the South Sewanee, Tenn. 62. " Vermont Burlington, Vt. 63. " Virginia Charlottesville, Va. 64. " Washington Seattle, Wash. 65. " Wisconsin Madison, Wis. 66. Vanderbilt University Nashville, Tenn. 67. Vassar College Poughkeepsie, N. Y. 68. Washington and Lee University Lexington, Va. 69. Washington University St. Louis, Mo. 70. Wellesley College Wellesley, Mass. 71. Wells College Aurora, N. Y. 72. Wesleyan University Middletown, Conn. 73. Western College for Women Oxford, O. 74. Western Reserve University Cleveland, O. 75. Williams College Williamstown, Mass. 76. Woman's College of Baltimore Baltimore, Md. 77. Wooster University Wooster, O. 78. Yale University. . . New Haven, Conn.

FOREIGN UNIVERSITIES 1. Cambridge University Cambridge, England 2. Eton College Eton, England 3. Oxford University Oxford, England 4. Technische Hochschule Charlottenburg, Germany 5. University of Berlin Berlin, Germany 6. " " Heidelberg Heidelberg, Germany 7. " " Leipzig Leipzig, Germany 8. " " Munich Munich, Germany g. " " Jena Jena, Germany 10. El-Azhar University Cairo, Egypt

96 HAT is this we are hearing so much about? What is this to which everyone is hurrying, and concerning which the papers are W deigning to insert a column? Why, College Day at East High. Haven't you heard about it? Yes, it is College Day, one of East High's (j£f)Eeffe enterprising schemes for making high school days interesting and bringing ,__ before her patrons and the parents of her scholars affairs interesting and ~f&tiff instructive. CarUtOrt East High conceived the idea, attempted it and accomplished it with the fltrumtin '08 greatest success. We were the first to carry out this new and novel plan of bringing before our patrons a display of colleges which reach far across our country from coast to coast. It was East High of Cleveland that gave this educational display and illustrated the far-reaching hand of education. As I wandered through our halls there was a thrill of pride and a feeling of school spirit passed over me. This same spirit was everywhere. Crowds of merry scholars, parents and alumni walked leisurely along, gazing at pennants, pictures and trophies of great colleges, universities and seminaries that represented all sections of our country. There was the dull undertone of many feet, scarcely audible above the voices, greetings and words of surprise heard from the great throng wending its way through our halls. The remark, "Isn't the color scheme lovely?" would not have been out of place at East, College Day. The halls were great long avenues of many variegated hues, bright colors, dark colors and barely visible tints. Here was a section devoted to that great university of Yale, one wall of blue and white; farther down Dartmouth's colors of green and white were visible, and back of Dartmouth the rich crimson of that old, illustrious college of Harvard adorned the walls, that were thickly covered with views of her home and graduates. Here was scarlet, royal blue, yellow and dark purple, all so contrasted with one another that all harmonized perfectly, and each shone forth in its own glory, and attracted eager eyes that looked for new exhibits. Case claimed half of our library, and brown and white were well represented. Reserve's red and white were tastefully draped in the other half, and tables and cases were well hidden with banks of "frat" cushions and banners of red and white. I turn around and my eye is attracted by the dainty pink and blue of Vassar, dark purple and gold of Syracuse, and not far distant from them the black and gold seal of Princeton, that great friendly and worthy opponent of Yale and Harvard. Electric lights blazed forth everywhere and rendered all the stands perfectly visible, and fairly made the colors shine out under their bright rays. There was a busy hum pervading all through the halls, and the merry laughter and the sound of many feet made a good accompaniment to the scenes that presented themselves on all sides. "A dear young thing" issued forth from Reserve's haven of red and white, attired in cap and gown, and wandered through the hall. We see a stalwart halfback, at one time of our own squad, renewing acquaintances and calling up reminiscences with old companions. Everybody is getting introduced to everybody else. Members of the faculty, who for some unaccountable reason have resigned their posts amongst that august body, notably one formerly of Room 11, are being cordially welcomed by former

97 scholars and friends. We are all so glad to renew friendships once again that we are glad to have College Day if only for these reunions. Here a small boy, proud to be a member of East's freshman class—and CoEeCte ^USt &raduate

T was in the engine room of the ocean greyhound Adriatic, with the huge engine oiled in every bearing and running with the perfect rhythmic sound I that is at once mechanical and musical, that I as chief engineer leaned back in my chair with the knowledge that for a few minutes my responsi­ W$t $eriob bilities need rest but lightly upon me. O—Ho—Hum, it was a sleepy after­ of a Bream noon. Even the big chronometer, showing the time to be thirty minutes past dEarl ^tercf,'07 two, ticked drowsily on—on—on—Crash! Thud! What was that? In a jump I was at the throttle and with five rapid revolutions of the wheel, steam was shut off from the engine. With a word of instruction to the first assistant engineer, I dashed to the place where ray ear told me something serious had happened. By a few glances my trained eye was able to quickly note the extent of the damage. The strain on the piston rod of the high pressure cylinder of the triple expansion engine developing thirty thousand horse power had caused it to break off inside the cylinder. The necessity of quick action could not be greater. Above on the three decks of the boat fifteen hundred passengers had noticed the jar of the accident and the cessa­ tion in the throbbing of the engines. With questions and the panic an acci­ dent at sea causes, each passenger would be seeking an explanation of the occurrence. My first action then was to notify the captain of the cause of the jar and stoppage of the engines with a statement that repairing the damage would take but a short time. Two men were set the task of removing the cylinder head, five more sent after a reserve piston rod, and myself set the job of disconnecting the lower end of the broken member. Like demons in the hot atmos­ phere, heavy with the smell of oil we worked. With mighty efforts nuts were persuaded to leave their beds and couplings were forced from their resting places. Ah! finally the cylinder head was off. Down the nar­ row aisle the men were hurry­ ing to us with the new piston rod. With a last tug the broken rod was disconnected and placed with the help of an overhead crane on the floor. With care the new rod was put in position and the lower end permanently fastened in its designed place. On the inside of the cylinder, the hot, the infernally hot inside of that cylinder, was the piston that must be attached to the upper end of the rod, and to me fell the task. By means of the crane I was hoisted into the cylinder

100 along with sundry wrenches and other tools. Down, down slowly I was lowered into the yawning mouth of the cylinder. Landing upon the piston I set to work with a will the sooner to complete my task. With a start I noticed that my prison was growing suddenly darker. By an upward look %\yt $ertob I saw the cylinder head being lowered into place. With a wild shout I dropped my work and vainly endeavored to climb the polished wall of the cylinder; ot a IBream surely they had not forgotten me. With a metallic click the cylinder head settled into place, with feverish haste someone was working above my head. Ah! I knew they were jealous of me and were planning to be rid of me in this fashion; I saw it all in a flash. What was that—a sharp hissing sounded below me—it was the steam rushing into the lower part of the cylinder and causing the piston slowly to rise; in two seconds I would be crushed to death against the head of the cylinder. With a mighty bound I awoke with the eyes of the startled assistant engineer upon me, and the back of my head extremely hot where in my doze it had fallen against a steam pipe. In a moment, with a sigh of relief, I realized what had happened. I had fallen asleep in my chair and dreamed it all. Did my eyes deceive me? What was the time indicated by the chrono­ meter? Surely there it said thirty minutes past two; my dream had lasted but a moment. The chronometer was still ticking on, but wide awake now, for it had been working, measuring off the period of a dream.

PIGSKIN is a very innocent looking thing, but, oh, what a lot of trouble and work, as well as fun, it can make! A It really seems as though a football inherited all the stubborn­ ness and pigheadedness of the animal from whose hide it is made. When the fellows are lined up for the kick-off, the ball stands on one end so pertly, 9 Jfootlmll as if saying with a taunting air, "Come on, boys, get me and keep me if you iLouts* pple, '10 can!" The football used in the Cornell-Pennsylvania game certainly was stubborn, as it did not allow the players to make a touchdown at all. When time was up in the second half and the heap of warriors was entangled, that exasperating pigskin kept Cornell from scoring by only six inches, and the game was a tie. At the East-University game the East High supporters went wild with joy when Billy Ryan charged down the field right through the Black-and- Red foe, which was lined up to stop the sturdy captain as he dashed ahead grinding his teeth and holding fast to that precious oval of stubbornness, and East won the game. Maybe this has never occurred to the reader, but I think that the player with the ball under his arm is something like the ball in former state, otherwise the pig, a living mass of stubbornness and determination. Of course this is nothing against the player, for who is more honored than the fellow who can break through the line and make a touchdown?

IOI You've heard about the Styx, no doubt, The river all must sail; Where all that's glad is put to rout 9 IBaEab Where darkness does prevail. But of this place you cannot know of tlje g>tpx From what you read or hear, jftlattrina 5»UX, '07 There are no words,—look high or low To make its horror clear. We hovered o'er that shadowed shore We who had left this light; We saw the waters, heard their roar, All else was still as night. At last we see with beard full long Old Charon with his boat, With outstretched hands we rush, we throng, His skiff he keeps remote. "O, leave us not to wander here, Take us to yonder shore, For here there's naught but dread and fear O, take us we implore!" Why does not Charon heed our cries? Why does he move so slow! Why does he draw from some deep sighs Forbidding them to go? Now why does he bring joy to some And leave the others sad? He does not take them as they come Are those he leaves the bad? "O, Charon, tell me for what worth These souls are blessed by you? What great deeds had they done on earth And am I of them, too?" "Stand back! I cannot take you o'er, Those souls that there you see, Those souls that are on yonder shore, They've all paid me their fee. And you who have it not to pay, Must bear a horrid lot, A thousand years here you must stay, Here on this dreary spot." And now, my friends, to 'scape this curse, For I was there and know,— When you go there, just take your purse, And ward it off just so.

102 N a hot summer day, a sultry day, the kind they regularly have in Eastern Pennsylvania, a young man was lounging in the shade read­ O ing a book. This young man was not particularly fond of poetry or lounging. He was an industrious youth, but only along certain lines. He liked to work, but he did not like to cut wheat—hence the lounging. He Wot had to have something to do—hence the book. Steamboat It was Coleridge's "Ancient Mariner." He read the book through; it SDuDlq? t>. interested him. He read it over again. One stanza fascinated him. Again £>cott, '07 he started to read it, but could get no further than the strange stanza that had so fascinated him. He was fond of the water himself, and his boyhood friends knew him as the best boat builder in their little town. The voyage of the ship was strangely attractive; the lines, "As idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean," were doubly so. He pondered and studied. The art and beauty of the thing appealed to him. But the thought kept running in his mind, why was this thing possible? He could imagine such a picture. He saw the ship lying becalmed. The practical side of it appealed to him more than the beauty of the scene. The book was forgotten. He had never thought deeply about a ship "being becalmed" before, although he had been caught many times when out in a small boat. He repeated the lines to himself, "As idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean." Why, why, why should a great ship be at the mercy of the wind which, as the proverb says, "bloweth where it listeth" and also when it listeth? The idea gradually unfolded itself in his mind. One man could propel a canoe. Why could not the force of a thousand men propel a ship? It could, but how, but how was he to turn this enor­ mous wheel? The force of a thousand men could be united only in one way —the steam engine. The result of this afternoon of dreaming was the steam­ boat, and now the quotation, "As idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean," does not carry with it the idea of horror that it did in the days of Robert Fulton.

HE first time I saw him was at the high school rhetorical exercises. He told us all about the mismanagement of the Panama Canal and Tincidentally proceeded to tell us how it ought to be managed. After #rabuatton- the exercises he was given the attention of the teachers and complimented on his apt exposition of proper management. Cijett Mjat? I saw him again at a school debate, grown in importance, denouncing Cornelius our system of taxation. After having shown how the country might save abbott, '07 herself, he received the applause with becoming modesty, as a great man, and a future power in the land should. Last week I had occasion to enter a department store, where I saw our friend again, holding down a "six-a-week job" and trying to sell an excep­ tionally noisy tie to an old gentleman.

103 EING a single man and having no special duties or burdens, I with­ drew from the smoky city to the wholesome and fresh country air, one B summer during July and August. I boarded at a little farm house, and & Summer every morning took long walks. One day, walking a little farther than usual, I came to some woods and mtisOTJoob* stopped to investigate. While working my way through the tangled &nrta SDtct5,'07 bushes and shrubs, I heard a dog bark. Then I saw a large dog advancing toward me. It was a beautiful shepherd. It barked, wagged its tail, and then ran back leaping over bushes and broken fences. Unconsciously watching its movements I followed it. Growing tired of working my way through the bushes at every other step, I turned and realized that I had gone into the woods much farther than I had intended. On looking for the end of the woods I saw the dog standing before something which looked like a door. Curious to find out what it was I went a little nearer, and a very cozy little cottage almost buried in trees and shrubs, came to view.

A rather tall, grey haired old gentleman opened the door. The dog barked at sight of his master, ran over to the tree I was leaning against and back to his master again. Knowing I would be discovered soon, I walked over to the old man. He was startled at first to see me, asking me rather sternly, where I came from, what my name was, and what I wanted, almost in one breath. After answering the best I could, he became calm, saying it was a great surprise to see strangers pass his door. Thinking it only fair to; ask him some questions, I inquired his name and why he chose such a; secluded spot for his dwelling. He became very friendly, walked over to a little wooden bench under a tree, asked me to be seated, and started to tell) me the story of his life.

104 "You may think it strange that I should tell you the story of my life, but my sorrow is great and I have no one to share it with. My name is Lorimer. Twenty years ago I was drafted to go to' war and fight for my country, leaving behind a beautiful young wife and a darling baby boy. I wrote many letters to them, but they must have been miscarried, for I never & Summer received any answers. The war lasted very long. Finally peace was made tntl)eOToob£ and the few remaining soldiers were dismissed. What a joy it was to me to think of seeing once more my wife and child! But when I returned I found neither of them. On inquiring for them many long years I gave up in despair and came here to spend the rest of my days in sorrow. Sam, the negro you see at the well yonder, became very much attached to me during the war. I shielded him once from injury, and after the war he begged to be allowed to accompany me. So you see I have put up this cottage, receiving five years ago quite a fortune from long standing shares in a coal mine." Thinking this story a rather sad one, I tried to cheer up the old fellow and told him I would call on him again if he desired. Having his hearty assurance of my welcome I left only to return the next day. A great surprise awaited me that day, for when I came up to Mr. Lorimer, he said, "Go back from whence you came." I was indeed surprised to find him so cool towards me today. He started to laugh, saying, "I am rather lonely here just with Sam and the dog, and thought it would be a pleasure and a change to have a visitor. I wish you to stay with us a time." There seemed to be a mutual friendliness from the beginning of our acquaintance. I, thinking the proposed idea a splendid one, accepted the invitation. Sam returned with me to my boarding house and helped me to trans­ port my chattels. On our return Mr. Lorimer took me upstairs, showing the neatly furnished little bedroom I was to occupy. After this the library was inspected. The old gentleman was very fond of reading, had an excellent supply of books, as well as newspapers and magazines. He was a lover of music and had many musical instruments hanging upon the walls. They had been collected from the various places he had visited. He played beauti­ fully on all of them, this being his chief pastime, while Sam performed all the duties of a woman in the household. Being awakened one morning by the song of the birds, I remembered it was the twenty-fourth of July, and on the twenty-sixth, Rob, my friend, was to visit me. Resolving to leave Mr. Lorimer that day, I told him, a friend of mine, an old namesake of his was coming to visit me. He said, "All your friends are my friends and they shall be welcome to abide here as long as they wish. I really had forgotten what it was to have friends until you came, and therefore I beg of you not to go." Thinking it an imposition upon Mr. Lorimer, I protested, but seeing he was actually hurt not to meet my friend, I decided to bring Rob here. Rob was a great musician, had been educated abroad, and was now on his way to New York to hear a musical recital. On the morning of his arrival I went to the station to meet him. After having a long chat, we started for what I called home. Rob was certainly delighted to meet Mr. Lorimer and thought him the finest old gentleman he had ever met. The cottage he

105 said was an ideal resting place. He was especially interested in the instru­ ments in the library. Having enjoyable times Rob stayed three days longer than he expected. The morning for his departure came. I was still upstairs 3 Summer when I saw Rob, grip in one hand, shaking hands with Mr. Lorimer, bidding him good-bye. Just at that moment I saw my friend's ring lying on the carpet mtljeMoobs; in the hall. Picking it up, I called to him, "Hey there, old fellow, take all your belongings with you," and ran down the stairs to hand it to him. See­ ing what I had, he said, "I would not for all the world lose that treasure." He took it, while at the same time Mr. Lorimer reached for it. Both were mystified, and my young friend pulled off his glove and discovered his ring. On examining both of them, they were found to be exactly alike. "Where did you get that ring?" inquired the old gentleman. Rob replied, "It belonged to my mother, who died ten years ago. My father went to war, when I was merely an infant, and never returned." There was a moment of silence. Feeling as if I were one too many, I slipped into the garden, where I heard the joyful echo of father and son. I knew that this day would bring no parting.

Y friend is that soft, downy haven of refuge which people call a bed; a place which one is wont to seek when tired, worn out or M worried; a place which is always welcome to me and which has never yet failed to help and refresh me. It is a friend with whom I spend a jUp jfrienb great deal of my time—in fact, more time, on an average, than with any W. Carl other of my numerous friends, and yet I never tire of it, which is more than ^pracfeling, '08 you can say of most of your friends. My friend does not belong to the union, which fact is shown by its having to work overtime most always. It never complains of having to wait till twelve o'clock, when I promise to be with it at nine. It is a very meek and docile creature, and will take severe punishments with only a gentle groan. It is also very indifferent to the way in which its clothes are handled, and, although at times I rumple its clothes all up, it takes it all in and waits to be dressed and smoothed in the morning. Now I would like to know the person who can furnish a friend who will take all this maltreatment as good-naturedly as my friend takes it. I have mentioned the comforts which it gives at night, but it also has other accomplishments. In the morning, after I have been awakened, and while I am still enjoying my friend's presence preparatory to rising, I partake of a small but refreshing breakfast, for my friend furnishes me a roll, a turn­ over, and also a refreshing drink from its cold springs. There is an old proverb which says: "A friend in need Is a friend indeed." My friend is a friend indeed.

106 I. The woods lay calm that summer day, Save when a little passing breeze Would gently stir the slender grass And whisper to the sun-kissed trees. Apollo anb

No murmur told of sleeping stream, Upacmtjm* No bird note trilled from shady glade, apilurcc ©cbert, '08 And only ceaseless hum of bees Disturbed the silence summer made. But hark! A shout! A ringing laugh! From leafy caves soft echoes rise, A wild-bird answers from his nest. The wakened brook has ope'd its eyes.

Another shout! Now loud and clear The brook is running merrily. And through the new awakened wood A lithe youth dashes carelessly.

A whirring murmur overhead! A rending moan! a ripping sound! A fluttering shower of falling leaves! A whirling discus strikes the ground!

The boy darts up with eager haste, But on it springs with force unspent. It strikes! Then falling totters weak And leaves the mucky earth uprent.

II. The west wind played among the trees, And murmured o'er the plain. Its quiet laugh seemed mockery To Apollo in his pain.

Beside him, by the sobbing stream, His young head drooping low, The pale, fair Hyacinthus lay, A wound upon his brow.

"Ai! Ai!" the great Apollo sighed, For one he loved so well. And lo! a flower pure grew up From the spot, on which he fell.

And on its petals was inscribed The old Greek word of woe That in his godly sorrow Apollo whispered low.

And still that purple flower blooms Throughout the world today, A fragrant tribute to the lad Killed in Apollo's play.

107 "I have been here before, But when or how I cannot tell. t%e Jf eel of But just when at that swallow's soar Your throat turned so— >olttube Some veil did fall. I knew it all of yore." £s>ara

1never-restfu l level of the ocean, the darkening contour of low- F lying islands and fading mainland heights broke in upon the line oIf waters that flowed on and on beyond. Faint streaks of dying color gave forth the last power they held, then faded away lingeringly behind the broken horizon. Purples and greys pulsed softly through the night mist that rose over the water, purples and greys that deepened gloomily and in haste until a rounded moon stared out suddenly upon the night, its strange pathway across the ocean's level the only brightness in all that profound dark. Straight and narrowing, it swept away from the vessel's side, out and out to an horizon no longer cut by the obtruding heights of dark land forms, but extending subtle and ill-defined as if rounding off somehow, this world of waters with that which lay far off and just beyond perspective. This ever-moving belt of moonlight danced dazzlingly before me, lifting in its serpentine path great crested waves that tossed in a full flood of silver. But for an instant here and now, as the ship ploughs on through rising waves, shadows gather to themselves all the light that rested there a moment since and virgin waters claim the mystic silver pathway. What mad enigma was this omnipresent moon that yet followed hauntingly our lonely ship to throw its beams athwart it? The soft brilliancy of the evening light, the freshness of spray dashing at my cheek were grateful to my feverish senses. All day under a glittering sun and a perfect sky, a dancing, white-capped play-ground had boasted as its only life, lazy-rolling schools of porpoises pursuing their darting prey and just before them the evasive glint of flying- fishes as they shot up suddenly out of the water to dip down again as madly in the distant foam. The spiciness of this half-wild night came with a strange relief after the weariness of that deadly calm day. One echo alone of strong life arose from that monotonous day; an echo that came to me now not with the horror of death and grief but with the benediction of a struggle which breathed power into the soul tenseness around. Below in that filthy steerage hole, a tiny life had sickened and died. A woman's inconsolable form hung over a white-draped little figure in the dingy bunk; the awe-struck voices of rude men whispered to each other hoarsely in the narrow passageways. All this while outside the sun threw magic colors over the white-flecked waters and playful porpoises rolled along lazily in their sunshiny depths. Now, evening shadows had settled down softly as a fit covering for the last sad rites. The dark gloom of the steerage aft was barely relieved by

108 the dim greenish light that fell on an awed group gathered around the rough burial-box. My heart sickening with pity, instinctively I looked away, but as power of movement came to me, my eyes unseeing, stared intently on a patch of 7THfl£ if £el Of light in the cabin window opposite, where a dark outline was silhouetted amidst the brightness, a meaningless contour and only half discerned. ^olttube The mechanical chanting of the first mate who leaned heavily against the spray-wet rail, prayer-book in hand, stole up out of the darkness. Strange currents of emotion and remembrance stirred in my heart and grew, with the monotonous vibration of the man's voice, into a fixed mood. The spell of it carried me far away from the reality of death and sorrow down there. Every movement of those sad souls—the pitiful sobs of the mother, the timidly murmured comfort of friends, came to my strained senses like hammers beating in with their rhythm a thousand unintelligible half-thoughts and remembrances. Before my eyes the dark outline in the patch of moonlight stirred rest­ lessly. A strange fascination seized upon me. My heart throbbed excitedly. It was as though my soul, the me of me, had freed itself suddenly from all this mesh of the seen but the unreal, and I stood gazing out into the hitherto unconquerable lands, with some glimmering of understanding. A picture half-dreamed many a time, but never wholly mine, rushed into my thoughts, flitted before me tantalizingly,—to pass, to be gone as so often before. I almost cried aloud. From below there came the uncoiling, and straining of taut-wet ropes, an almost indiscernible grating as the sad little burden went gently over the vessel's side. And then—the thud! The head in the window turned sharply and a slim white hand went convulsively to the throat. That tantalizing train of half-thoughts was suddenly obliterated from my mind, as truly as all trace of that rude little casket consigned to the deep embracing waves. Bewildered, I gazed at the strange poise of the woman's head before me. Odd fancies played through my brain—the intensity of her fascination grew on me. What havoc the grey of those deep set eyes, the outline of that heavily coiled hair, played with my awakened senses. A thousand times before I had stood just there, gazing at that profile and rounded throat, groping for unutterable meanings. The railing that I leaned against danced dizzily as I caught at it. I shut my eyes in the contentment of a great peace. My consciousness was softly fainting into powerlessness, the soul of me drifting out through vague worlds of dreams. Ever beside me floated this woman, tall and white as a lily, with a child clinging at her skirts, a child of lovely form and straight and fair. Great sadness brooded over both of them, yet as they neared I felt the pervading sense of peace in all the world around. The salt spray dashing at my cheek, the sudden boom of angrier growing waves upon the lower deck, roused me from the spell that had carried my spirit off into that strangely familiar world.

109 I opened my eyes and found her beside me, leaning on the rail. Wafted with the fresh saltiness of the spray came the subtle aroma of her heavily coiled hair, the mystic sense note of her personality. How had I known it so l%e Jf eel of before? One moment of delicious, maddening recollection, made mine all that a ikilttube thousand suns had snatched from the wheel of things—one isolated moment in a lifetime of dim gropings. A gasping cry broke from my lips and she turned to me quickly. "You heard it, too, then? How horrible it was!" Her voice was exquisitely modulated and rich. That was what she was thinking then! It meant nothing more to her! A feverish query as to the child was stifled back into the silence of my heart. She did not feel the communion—it would be desecration to speak of it in words. The remembrance of deep-set grey eyes and the sweep of a full Rosetti- like throat stirred me anew. I looked for them in the silver of the moonlight, staring intently before me. Oddly enough, the unrest of her eyes soothed me. It was the link of sympathy between us. The accents of her deep voice reiterated through my consciousness the impassioned query and I assented softly—"Aye, horrible!" "And yet death is, they say, the end of sorrow, if one wants peace— peace and the good the hereafter holds." "You say, if one wants peace?" I asked, quickly. "Do you mean—" "Yes! I have known men who do not ask for peace—the peace most men crave and value everywhere. Ah! gladness and smiling eyes—how cheaply they are bought! Strong hearts want work—work and struggle and endurance!" Another spirit of myself seemed to be speaking. I broke in anxiously, "You think it pays—this conflict—this endurance? Tell me, do you know?" "God knows! I have learned. Truer peace there is in wildest struggle than in the calm the world calls joy. 'A happy morning face'—ah! that is light and lazy. 'Finished and finite clods.' Does the spark's madness pay? Ah! yes!" "This death we shudder at! It is not fear of the beyond that hurts us— but the longing for life—struggling, conquering life. That is the soul of us, struggle and victory,—there lies true peace in having struggled bravely,— 'baffled, rising to fight better.' Ah! baffled." The monotonous beating of the waves below us seemed in harmony with the spirit of unrest that possessed us. The shifting silver streak across the ocean's bosom still danced before our eyes as we leaned out over the railing watching the wildness of the night. "Aye—but the baffling." I ventured quietly, "How long can it endure? So few can understand—not even one nearest and dearest. One is isolated so! Struggle and loneliness and struggle again. The world knows nothing of it, not even the world that you and I know. Yet torch-bearers there must be—true to death."

no "Ah! dear God!" Her grey eyes dimmed suddenly, and she moved imperceptibly nearer to me. "True even to death in life—ourselves and ours." The old feeling of familiarity rushed over my senses. A tall, lily-like flHfl£ ^f eel Of dream woman with a child at her skirts flitted before me—a vivid memory, recalling that frail bridge of spirituality between us. g>olttube I grasped her hand near mine on the rail and pressed it silently. "The child—tell me, what of the child?" She turned quietly toward me and there was no wonder in her eyes. "The child," she said, simply, "came to us after wild, unrestful days, when my spirit was near to death. How often I had failed, God alone knows. Baffled, aye, laid low—for my mind was embraced by sadness. I had not learned then calmness and that sweet, deepest joy that struggle gives. Per­ plexity and dismay were kings of me. Then she came, wee, bonny thing— beautiful and fresh—but no struggling strength in life before her. God had given her no mind!" The calmness of the face, the strength of the firm, unwavering chin line struck me with a strange blessing of hopefulness. "All this—all this," I murmured aloud unbelieving, "and yet you dare— you dare go on?" "Ah! It is because I believe—I believe," she whispered bravely, "it was my weakness alone; I could not give up the fight for that." A sudden understanding dawned mercifully upon my perplexed heart. Reverentially almost I looked at the resolute upright figure of the woman beside me—at the clear gaze of those searching eyes and the message of a thousand lives came home to me in the conviction of her voice. Yet, why did she not know, I wondered sadly, of this strange communion of the dream world? She had not even started when I asked about the child. I broke the silence with a tense whisper—"Whatever comes, there is struggle and conflict—you say?" A breathless quiet fell between us. For to singe one's own garments in the fires of consecration is the part of cour­ age and high purpose, but few men are daring enough to offer another as sacrifice. "I do not fear—tell me!" I urged, persuasively. "Is it worth it?" The intoxication of her hair was stealing upon me again as I came closer. Discretion told me never to lift the veil that somehow remained a shadow between us; the power of remembrance and strange influence plead with me to tell her all. Thoughtfully she gazed out over the dark, seething waters, her face in exquisite profile now. The problem struggled for decision in her mind. Then suddenly, with smile on lips as if she wondered at her doubting, she turned to speak. The moonlight slanting across her shoulders and head flashed on me that strange turn of her rounded throat. I almost fell toward her. "Have you never known—never? The child and you—listen! Often and often before we have met and I have seen you so. But never did I think that in flesh and blood—!"

111 Excited hands seized mine and held them in a vise—the grey eyes wild with terror. "No ! no! not this!" she was saying hoarsely. "I felt these things before— W$t $ eel of before I failed. You must not—ah! no! Look!"—Her hands clasped my face between them and she looked down fixedly into my eyes. H>olttube "See, I tell you—I—that is not worth while—this struggle. It is not worth while." Her voice melted away in the wild roar of the waves at the ship's side. I closed my eyes with a sense of weariness and dismay, burying my burning cheeks on my arms as I leaned silently on the rail. The noise of the sea lulled and soothed in a monotone of pity. When I awoke, the full disc of the moon was disappearing gradually below the horizon's edge. I turned silently in the growing darkness. I was alone.

GUEST sat alone before the fireplace of the Dragon Inn. The strong contrast with the raging storm without, made him draw closer to the A hospitable warmth of the burning logs. The flames cast a rugged light over a part of the room, while the remainder lay in shadows so dim that ^Ttbe la the flickering rays of the tapers failed to penetrate them. The windows Heine shook with the storm, the door creaked upon its hinges, the rain burst against Corinne ISingel, '07 the side of the building with a terrific force, while the wind roared and shrieked and howled, as if the furies themselves were at large. The door rattled with a trifle more vehemence than the tempest seemed to demand, but the guest only hovered more closely to the fire, and took another draught from the flask hanging at his side. Suddenly the door swung open, and with one furious gust of wind and storm, it crashed back against the wall, so that things clattered, and a shower of plaster and broken pottery smashed to the floor. This same furious gust extinguished every candle, leaving only the shifting light immediately before the fire, while a great cloud of smoke belched forth into the room. Another groan of the heavy oaken door, a grating of the rusty bolt, and the storm was denied further admittance. The sudden lull aroused the guest. He sprang up with an oath, actuated more by nervous apprehension than fear, as he discerned, just within the shadow, a kneeling form. Whereupon, with a clanking of spurs, and rattling of sword, the figure arose and approached. It was but a youth, much the worse off for the effect of the storm. The plume of his hat drooped in bedraggled and forlorn dejection, quite in con­ trast with the half defiant air of forced bravado, which the toss of his curly head indicated. In spite of the nervous and difficult removal of his gauntlets, his clear, grey eyes sought those of the guest with anything but fear. His great, spurred boots, the huge pistol at his belt, the shining sword, gave him an appearance half picturesque, half awkward and uncouth. "A night

112 unfit for man or beast," he remarked at length, as he tossed his heavy mantle and gauntlets upon the table. The guest started suddenly, thus awakened from his revery. "The liquor will warm you up," he said, as he thrust the flask toward the lad. The latter declined with a shake of his head, and his com­ panion, as if to make up for the lack of participation by the new comer, Vibt la indulged more frequently. Heme Thus they sat for an hour, the silence unbroken save for the new out­ bursts of the storm without. Finally, the stupor actuated by the over-indul­ gence of the man, wore off, and was succeeded by a volubility, which, because of lack of other audience, was directed toward the boy. And then he became confidential, and disclosed at length, with many a sideward glance of his bleared

eyes, and precautious gestures, that he was upon an errand of utmost import­ ance, that upon him, at present, depended the outcome of—a—conspiracy— against—hush—hush—the queen!! He even so far stretched this confidence, as to draw from his boot a sealed packet, which he explained, was the main factor of the whole affair. Once placed in the hands of his accomplices, their efforts would be successful; the beautiful queen would be disposed of, and

"3 Leonard would receive the position so long coveted; while he, the tool, should not profit meagerly by the accomplishment. Here the conspirator paused, stared at the youth for a full moment, then with a terrific blow 'vibe la °f his fist Up°n the table for emPhasis> he poured forth his new scheme. If he could but start forth upon his escape tonight, tomorrow, at the time of the Heine crime, he would be many miles distant and now, the youth was going to the next town,—he should deliver the message and receive for the foregoing sim­ ple service—this purse of silver, ha! ha! and not a man would suspect him. The youth listened with bated breath, staring eyes, but no display of excitement, save the twitching of his long, slender fingers. The queen, it was explained, would be in D the following day with her train. Owing to a slight suspicion, no discrimination was to be shown between herself and companions, but there were two distinctive marks of identification. First,, upon her right arm, above the wrist, a scar; secondly, a cross of blood-red rubies which she wore continually about her neck. The youth, with "Aye! Aye," of consent and promise, had no sooner received the paper in his clutching hands, than he sprang up, and with an exultant shout of "Vive la reine!" hurled the packet into the flames. The conspirator rushed with a frenzied snarl upon the boy, who, realiz­ ing his precarious position, instinctively grasped his sword. The enemy did likewise. The fire had burned low; except for an occasional flash of light­ ning, the room was darker than ever. The youth handled his sword awk­ wardly, but in spite of his inefficiency, he was agile enough to avoid the otherwise deathly blows of his antagonist. He leaped over chairs, then knocked them as obstructions for his opponent, who, in his half-dazed condi­ tion, stumbled over them with curses of rage. Gradually they withdrew from the light, and the clatter of swords, the shuffle of feet was the only indication of the deadly struggle. At last a sword rattled and clanked noisily to the" floor; a groan, a heavy thud, and again all was still save the claps of thunder and torrents of rain. A vivid flash of lightning illuminated the room for an instant. The man lay, face upturned, in a pool of blood, the sword still piercing his breast. Beside him knelt the slender figure of the youth, and the red scar upon the white wrist shone with a vividness surpassed only by the blood-red rubies of the cross devoutly clasped to the trembling lips.

But just a word to lad and lass, "Now, girls and boys, keep off the grass, And if the grass you fail to see, Keep off the place where it ought to be."

114 R. GENIUS had his own ideas about fresh poultry. These ideas were strengthened when he heard one of his clerks say that he was M going to spend his Thanksgiving at home on the farm, in order to get some real country turkey. It was just two days before Thanksgiving when Mr. Genius told his wife that he, for one, would have no more barreled fflx. #emu£' turkey, but that he was going to the country to buy the real thing right off Heal the farm. Mrs. Genius gave little heed to what was said, as his plans invariably ended in failure. Countrp The next morning on waking, Mr. Genius realized that he did not have Curfcep very much time to spare, as his train left at five in the morning. He arose, Carl J?aeberle, '07 and after a hurried dressing, attempted to light the fire, but the wood was damp and refused to burn. This necessitated his going to the depot on an empty stomach. As he neared the street corner, the half-hourly car whizzed by. It was just two minutes before train time when he arrived at the depot. Here he was kindly informed by the bulletin board that his train was one hour late. In fact, it seemed as if every possible obstacle was put in his way to prevent his getting the much-sought-for turkey. After spending a dreary and lonesome hour in the cold depot, the local finally pulled in. When he saw the inside of the car, he was thankful that he did not have to travel very far. It was absolutely impossible to see through the windows, but the springs were plainly visible in many of the seats. The whole inside appearance was dirty and disagreeable. The train had not gone very far when it had to be stopped on account of a hot-box; and it took them two hours to make the twenty-five miles. The station at which he got off could not be found on the map, as it consisted of only a few houses and one general store. In this store one, could buy anything from a pin to a steam engine. Mr. Genius had yet to find the desired farmer; and upon inquiry at the store he learned that he had yet two miles (farmers' miles) to walk. At the end of one hour, he had at last reached his destination. As Mr. Genius entered the lane that leads to the house, he saw a person working in the barnyard. When he came closer, he saw that he was a typical farmer. He wore felt boots and corduroy pants. His headgear was a fur cap (it was once, but all evidences of it had been lost). As for his coat, it looked as if his father or grandfather might have worn it. To top it off, he had a muffler about six feet long, wrapped around his neck several times. After the usual farmer greetings and forecasts about the weather, he informed Mr. Genius that he had sold all his turkeys with the exception of two of the best. The farmer knew that he was at his mercy, and set a high price accordingly. Although the price was high, Mr. Genius paid the seven dollars. He did not have time to haggle about it, as a snow storm was coming up, and he had an hour's walk before him. After the farmer had killed the turkey, it was placed in Mr. Genius' valise, who now turned towards home.

115 Even as he took his leave, the snow began to fall, thick and fast. Soon the entire ground was covered with a mantle of down. It presented a most beautiful sight, and it seemed to cheer Mr. Genius on. As he was passing a cornfield, which contained many pumpkins of all sizes, he got an idea that Jlr. #eniu£T came like an inspiration. He knew that the old farmer had beaten him on Heal the price of the turkey, and so as to square things up a bit, he decided to take one of the pumpkins. Leaving his valise in the road, he entered the cornfield. Conntrp The pumpkin that he wanted most lay at the farther side of the field, and he tEnrkep proceeded to get it. While thus engaged a tramp appeared upon the scene of action. His only companion was a little yellow mongrel. The tramp immediately grasped the situation, and so put his dog in the valise and took the turkey on the theory that "fair exchange is no robbery." Shortly after, Mr. Genius returned with a pumpkin almost as big as a barrel. He picked up his valise and proceeded homeward with a light heart and visions of the morrow, on which he would have pumpkin pie and real country turkey. The pumpkin caused him no end of annoyance because of its bulk, but he reached his home without further mishap, except that hei was covered with snow, half-frozen, and practically "all in." Nevertheless he was content and for once in his life he would enjoy a real Thanksgiving. The entire family, together with the cat, now surrounded Mr. Genius, all eager to see his purchase. They were not held long in suspense as Mr. Genius was very anxious to show them a real country turkey. Then, when he opened the valise, the tramp's dog caught sight of the cat and immediately gave chase; but the cat, not wishing to withstand such sudden attacks, began racing around the room knocking over all unstable things, and she ended by plunging through the window. The sudden change of affairs upset Mr. Genius and he fell upon the pumpkin which was crushed under his weight. Mrs. Genius dropped in a faint and a doctor had to be called to revive her. Mr. Genius, although he has not entirely given up his ideas, decided that for the present Thanksgiving at least, he would accept barreled turkey.

116 When my theme is finally done I will fly or I will run Quickly from the English room Where the worst of terrors doth loom; tKfie And from thence will musing go ^r\ s. Sr Wondering what mark 'twill show ^teaOCO When it's handed back to me. tKlieme Will I laugh in greatest glee Or will sorrow in my face lUlma Brand it as a sad disgrace? Haubgcfjer, '07 Mortals who must write a theme, Court the muse; she is supreme; She can teach ye how to climb Higher than the realm of rhyme Or if the muse unfavorable be May Heaven itself stoop to thee.

(Apologies to E. W. W.) I. "Bone," and the fellows will dub you, Don't, and they call you a peach, For you work in vain when you strive to regain The diploma that's out of your reach. Flunk, and they crown you a hero, Your praises resound on the air; The fellows bound to the joyous sound, The sound of banishing care. II. Study, and the sharks study with you, Flunk, and you flunk alone, But the final exam will make you "cram," And you'll learn what 'tis to bone. Study, and your class is with you, Fail, and they call you in vain; The happy sound will make you bound, And you'll end your year in pain. III. "Cram," and the proff's will like you, Don't, and you're sure to fail; If you've used a "horse" you'll be filled with remorse, And you'll never weather the gale. So, gentle Freshmen and Sophomores, As to you we direct our tale, Be sure and banish temptation, And never know what 'tis to fail.

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•THfrOLD HE old bridge had been condemned. A danger sign had been posted on all the roads leading to it and it felt the disgrace keenly. It braced T itself on its crumbling foundations and seemed to many as strong as BDonalD J^. ever, but the township supervisors determined otherwise and the signs stayed £a>toeet, '07 where they had been put, on conspicuous trees at all cross-roads where there was need. John Seldon was the supervisor who had determined that the bridge was no longer safe. How he did it no one knows; but his statements seemed to satisfy the other supervisors of the township, and the old bridge felt in its timbers that it had a personal grudge against John Seldon. For five years strangers used other roads, and the people of the neighbor­ hood continued to use the bridge just as if nothing had occurred. John Seldon himself, often had occasion to use that road and crossed by the bridge he himself had condemned, without a thought of danger. And as, year by year, the bridge felt itself growing weaker and weaker, it formed a fixed resolve that it would give way at the precise moment when John Seldon was passing over. The sixth year came, and Mr. Tinker, who lived near the bridge and hauled hay over it in summer, examined the beams with a critical eye and finally decided, that rather than go six miles with each load of hay from the other side of the river, he would risk using the bridge one year more. At first he hauled small loads and crossed carefully, walking beside the team ready to unhook the traces at a moment's notice; but the bridge seemed so firm and stout, that he soon thought no more of it and laughed at the idea of danger, saying the old bridge would last ten years longer. One day in early August it rained, a steady downpour that lasted all the afternoon. There was a bad spot in the road a half mile beyond the bridge and John Seldon had been waiting for just such a rain as this to soften the ground so it could be fixed. Next morning the river had risen a few inches, and as Seldon came along in a buggy one of the two hired men with him remarked the fact and the other added that some freshet or other would wash the old bridge away before very long; but John merely laughed.

118 "Don't let that worry you," he said, "Farmer Tinker hauled hay over here last week and she's good for years yet." The old bridge heard them coming and wriggled every rotten beam and fought fiercely with itself. Now was its opportunity, as this scornful human ^fl0 (01b who had wronged it, passed carefully over, to break, and to break quickly. /X • +¥. The planks rattled as they drove onto the bridge; rattled as they reached the SHJUIIJ middle—and rattled as they passed on. And the old bridge ceased struggling iPfibgC and groaned to itself. They would come again in the evening and they must not pass on. The river was rising fast now and swirling round the old stone piers. As it rose, it came to a tiny crack that ran far back into the heart of the rock. A few drops seeped in and the porous stone in the heart of the foundations melted away like sugar. All day long the water sucked at the huge stones and by evening the bridge was ready. All day long, around a bend in the road, the men worked hard; while a catbird mocked them from a nearby bush and an occasional locust shrilled. The sun was setting in a thick bank of blood-red cloud and the workers, horse and man, were weary and cross, as they plodded on their homeward way. The bridge heard them coming and prepared itself for one effort and one only, this one which should not fail. "River's gettin' higher an' higher," commented one of the men. "That was a purty heavy rain we had last night," was the answer. The planks rattled as they drove on. The bridge trembled and the horse shied and tried to back. "Say, that bridge don't act like she was very strong," said one of the men, "Sposin' we go 'round the other way?" "All foolishness," said Seldon, "besides we're late for milkin' already." And he struck the horse with a whip. The animal sprang forward to the middle of the bridge, and stopped short, quivering in every limb. The bridge swayed and gave an ominous crack. "Go on, darn ye," shouted Seldon, now thoroughly frightened, and he struck with all his might. But it was too late. Crash went the bridge and, "Jump fer it!" yelled one of the men, and they both jumped. But Seldon was too stubborn to jump, and as the flooring sank below the water he struck again, and the poor brute began to flounder about and kick helplessly. A minute later the two men shook hands on dry land. As they stood there they heard a snort and the horse scrambled out. Both the thills were broken off short. But on down the stream the bridge crashed and rolled triumphantly and the river rejoiced with it. Three days later a little boy playing on the banks of the river several miles down stream, saw a man's body floating slowly past. The face was ghastly blue except for the livid mark of a horseshoe across his forehead, and the little boy was frightened and ran screaming to his mother.

119 Woman! Woman! Woman! Is the eternal cry of man, But when he's got her he wants to drop her- ilan That's always the way with a man. ^eUn JEvOgeCfi, '08 When a babe he wants his mamma, When a boy he has a girl, When a youth he loves a sweetheart, When a man he marries her. And now that he has won her He desires to be free— What then if he should lose her, He would be as unhappy as could be.

For man is made for woman, And woman made for man; So, man don't be a sham Stick to her— Like a man!

'Twas a wonderful garment Arachne wove When she ventured to challenge the daughter of Jove; 'Twas woven so fine, artistic, divine— Oh, how I do wish such skill were mine. &raclme Minerva had come disguised as a hag And cautioned the maiden not thoughtless to brag, Or challenge to contest at spinning of thread The immortal who'd sprung from Jupiter's head; But Arachne persisted, wilful, defiant, And both took the fiber, supple and pliant, And sat at the trial of skill and of art, Each working with might and with all of her heart. But Minerva, offended, the contest soon ended, And Arachne, the impious, woefully suspended, Is spinning and weaving to this very day, And catching the flies that fall in her way; For she's but a common spider now, The punishment for her impious vow.

120 N the days of hero worship among the ancient Greeks, punishment was attributed to the gods, while deeds which bettered the condition of man­ I kind were credited to heroes or personifications of the sun. The lives and characters of these heroes differed very little, owing to their common source. They all slew monsters, after surmounting difficulties ®ux at birth, and all loved some fair damsel. $re£ibent, From these older heroes, a younger generation sprang up, which con­ a ilobern tained a new element. Each hero possessed character and individuality, thus differing essentially from their fathers. Some possessed strength, others great ?|ero wisdom, still others unusual courage, and the particular trait of each was so mm &fjarp/09 prominent as to make him appear the personification of his chief char­ acteristic. Years and centuries have elapsed, hero worship has ceased to exist, and yet up to the present time no perfect hero has been known. Theodore Roosevelt, a fine blending of all that was best in ancient heroes, has, in our twentieth century, attained that high degree of heroism so striven for by the Greeks. With the courage of Achilles, the wisdom of Nestor, and the home love of Hector, he has ridden his Pegasus-like Big Stick to success. In the number of his adventures he surpasses even Hercules, and his travels are as extensive as those of Ulysses. Moreover, he has a heart. His soul is in his private as well as his public life. So greatly does he love his, home circle that he envies Egyptus with his fifty sons, and Danaiis with his! fifty daughters. He is almost a Jove in his power to command all other heroes. While he is sending Taft, one of the Cyclopes, to quell rebellions, he himself reviews the sea monsters of the Water God, Bonaparte, at Oyster Bay, the home of the gods. He next advances against the destructive cattle of Chicago, and with the aid of Upton Sinclair, completely succeeds. In his raid against Standard Oil, he meets the maiden, Ida M. Tarbell, the nymph of the fountain pen, who is on the same expedition as himself. Together they proceed to innermost corners of the Forest Hill and bring forth the devastating, fire-breathing Standard Oil. But here the simile ends; unlike the heroes of old, he does not marry his co-worker. There is no mutual affection. Life goes on the same as before for our president; a little war, a little peace, strenuous life, simple life, rough rider, diplomat, but always a hero.

121 "Why! Rastus Brown! yo' great big lazy sinna; What yo' 'spect y'ose gwine to git ef yo' don't wuk fo' yo' dinna!"

Rastus, with a sly, sheepish grin, Stye Stolen Acknowledged 'twas a grievous sin, Chicken To thus sit idly by, <^race (gafnep, '10 While his poor wife with work did die.

And so he resolved right then and there That he would give himself a share In all the work there was to do, And he would see that he got through.

But ah! his work was of a different kind From that of which you have in mind. That night, when all the world was 'sleep, He went out into the darkness deep.

Then into the yard of Old Deacon Jones, (Who always spoke in such sonorous tones) Rastus did go with a stealthy tread, As if he was 'fraid he would wake the dead.

122 And into the chicken coop, Right near the shed, Rastus' catlike footsteps led. The chickens were stretched in a solemn row, ^Tlie S&tolen Like large, round balls of whitest snow. /

Then out into the dark, silent night again, Rastus did go with his struggling hen. Straight to his cabin home he went; And felt that his time had been wisely spent.

When Mrs. Brown saw Rastus' prize, Her eyes did open in mild surprise Her full lips parted in a large, broad grin, Which quickly changed when she looked at him.

"Why, Rastus Ebenezer Brown! What do yo' mean by stealin' chickens; Don't yo' know de Pa'son will gib yo' de dickens? Why yo'r wicked 'nough to go an' drown, And yo'll be disgraced all ober dis town. I'se heartily 'shamed of yo', dat's what I am; Yo'll neber make any kind ub a business man.

An' Lawd a'mighty look what yo've done, Yo've stolen a good fo' nothin' one. A chicken dat's nothin' but bones an' skin; Now ain't dat jes' de awfles' sin!

Now look a 'here, Rastus, look at me! Ain't yo' jes' as 'shamed as yo' can be? De nex' time yo' wants to steal a chicken, by gum! Jes' yo' be sure it's a good, fat one."

123 "T LA GRANDE MADEMOISELLE, demand the keys of the city of I Orleans. Any refusal to comply with this command will compel me to "*•} take the city by storm." VtDhe 2&eP tO "La Grande Mademoiselle has but to command and thousands would t¥l<> flTtHl rUsla t0 her bidding," replied the lieutenant bowing low to conceal the smile iljv sUlVJ/ that played about the corners of his mouth at these imperious words of a Jflarte Caf)iU,'07 youns sirl- Two days before Mademoiselle, amid the hurrahs of the people, had set out for Orleans from the Luxembourg leading the troops of her father, Due d'Orleans, who was at this call for help struck with a most convenient ill­ ness. Mademoiselle was in high spirits, as she dashed from the palace with a cry of "En avant." To her this was the most glorious moment of her life, far surpassing all the wild adventures of her earlier years. Day and night they gaily marched until on the morning of March 27, 1652, the gloomy and massive walls of Orleans, still showing signs of the siege of the Maid, loomed up. The people of the city had collected upon the walls watching the resplendent army of Mademoiselle and wildly applauding her valor. Mademoiselle, arrayed in a bright red habit, a large plumed hat above her blonde curls, sat on her white horse surrounded by the gallants and fops of that fastidious court of Louis XIV., awaiting the return of the lieutenant with the keys. The draw-bridge had not been lowered at her approach by the gouverneur, for being made wary and suspicious by the reports that Cardinal Mazarin was approaching with an immense army of German mercenaries, he had refused the city to all coming from the king. Mademoiselle was awakened from her reveries by the sound of a trumpet. The bridge fell and the lieutenant crossed over to her. Behind him came a page dressed in the extravagant fashion of the reign of Louis Quatorze carrying before him on a white satin pillow a red velvet box decorated with gold and surmounted with the crest of the Due d'Orleans. Making a low courtesy to Mademoiselle, he offered her the box. "His excellency, the gouverneur, regrets that he cannot grant Made­ moiselle her wish but bade me hasten and present to you his respects and also begs that you will receive this little gift which he believes will delight you as much as the keys of the city." Somewhat puzzled and curious, she received the box but presented it to Comte d'Oruaille, the youngest of her retinue with the command: "Open it, Monsieur le Comte. Since I cannot have the keys let us see that which will give as much delight." "With pleasure, Mademoiselle," replied the Comte bowing gracefully. He received the box, turned the key, and flung back the lid but stopped in amazement as the contents of the box came to view. For a second he stared, then his lips twitched and throwing back his head let out peals of laughter. "O fie! Monsieur le Gouverneur, you are certainly versed in the tastes of the eternal feminine." At this rudeness Monsieur Vieuller rushed forward sword drawn, but as he reached him d'Oruaille thrust the box beneath his gaze.

124 "Peste! monsieur, what rudeness. But help yourself. Only pray don't handle them with your sword. That would be a great breach against the etiquette of Versailles." For a full second the gruff old soldier stared, then putting his hand to 'OH(l0 ^itV tO his mouth to conceal the smile of amusement, withdrew to the ranks. Mademoiselle, somewhat piqued at this uncalled for amusement, reached for tfje Citp the box. The gallant d'Oruaille, his plumed hat in his left hand, made a sweeping gesture with it to his heart at the same time bowing low to the* ground, offered the box to Mademoiselle with a serious and humble air. La Grande Mademoiselle proudly snatched it but as she looked in the un­ covered box a dull, red flush of indignation swept over her countenance, her lip curled, tears of vexation came to her eyes. Only for an instant; then a dazzling smile lit her face and lifting her eyes to the walls blew a kiss from her finger-tips toward the gouverneur's palace while her laughter joined with that of d'Oruaille and Vieuller. Lifting the box in her hand she regarded it for a second with a quizzical air but looking past it, met the laughing gaze of d'Oruaille. Then she, Anne-Marie-Louise d'Orleans, Duchess of Montpensier, niece of Louis XIII., favored Henri, Comte d'Oruaille, that flower of the royal court with a delib­ erate and most undignified wink. Slowly balancing the casket on her finger-tips she blew at it and tossed into the moat the box of—French bonbons.

O, gin my books were yon pile of dry leaves, An' I a puffle o' wind, you see, An' yonder a fire burning merrilie, Awa' wi' those dry leaves I wa'd flee! QftT (J£MW

Straight as an arrow fra' the string, CnO"liSifl Straight for that bonfire wa'd I go! jy% « ^ An' into the fire each one I wa'd fling! ^PaiiaO You don't ha'e to believe it, but that I wa' do! (fi*tb aPoloB'^) rt . .. , , $*ul Wlvi&VlO O, gin each book were a sparrow sma , An' I a lad wi' a gun, I wa'd shoot them dead—aye, each an' a', O, then there wa'd be some fun! O, gin each book were a dollar o' mine— Gadzooks! there wa'd be a lot! Odds bodkins! wa'dn't that be fine? Just think what I'd do— (—but they're not).

125 HREE days after I had received my degree of M. E. from the Smith­ sonian Scientific School, I had entered into the employ of the T Dearborn Wireless Electric Company as superintendent, foreman and entire shop force. Years before the name Dearborn had stood for something' W$t Jgeto in the electrical world. Charles J. Dearborn, the inventor of the thermo-elec­ ^otoer tric method of generating electricity, was heralded as the greatest electrical Bulrfep & engineer of his times. &cott/07 He entered into partnership with the Consolidated Electric Company, then and now the largest manufacturers of electrical machinery in the world. The inevitable happened. As soon as the company had found out how to build his machines it was reorganized. He was turned out, his patents were stolen and he was left to begin life's battle anew. He saw the folly of entering into competition with the Consolidated Company and resolved to enter the mechanical field. For years he had been working on the development of the internal combustion engine. He needed an assistant skilled in the use of mod­ ern mechanical tools. Here is where I came in. Mr. Dearborn was an old friend of my father's. He had heard of my reputation in college as a skilled mechanic and this is how three days after leaving school we were working together on his latest invention and how three months afterward he took me into partnership with him. Years before the time of the Otto gas engine, engineers were working on the problem of exploding the gas in a large reservoir at a high pressure and then feeding it to the engine as it was needed in the same manner as the steam plants of today. When the Otto, a four-cycle engine, came into gen­ eral use, these engineers gave up the problem that had proved too hard for them, and flocked to the standard of the four-cycle engine, wrftch they im­ proved and perfected until Mr. Dearborn saw that the limit of development' had nearly been reached, and that the engine was still far from being satisfac­ tory. After long years of disappointments and reverses he had removed all but two or three of the difficulties that prevented the successful operation of the machine. I had had an offer from the Consolidated Company before leaving col­ lege. I had promised to consider their offer. They had received no word' from me and, according to their usual custom, they investigated and found me with their old enemy, Dearborn. This was a thing we had not reckoned on. In looking me up, they found out what we were working on. Mr. Dear­ born's previous experience had taught him a lesson. He had resolved never to take out another patent.

126 Secrecy was the weapon that we proposed to use against the Consoli­ dated Company. We took the greatest pains to insure this safety and went ahead with our work. In a short time the machine was ready to be assem­ bled. It was a curious looking apparatus. The only thing that a layman 7jTfl£ ^J^efcd would have seen was a large tank covered with gauges, indicators and ^fN t^. valves. Timely preparations were made for the test. The alcohol was turned ^pUUIvl on, the pressure rose to three hundred pounds to the square inch. The machine was a success. We tested it for endurance and found two faults that prevented us from presenting it to the public. The first was the diffi­ culty of injecting fuel under such a high pressure, and the other was the old fundamental trouble that Mr. Dearborn thought that he had entirely over­ come, the collection of carbon dioxide which prevented the fresh mixture from exploding. My friend had reached one of the many critical points in an inventor's life when everything seems to hinge on one simple little thing that he cannot discover. He spent days and nights on this thing; the require­ ments of life, food, drink and sleep he disregarded entirely, often going with­ out food and sleep for two or three days at a time. At last Charles J. Dear­ born had perfected the greatest invention of his life, an apparatus to absorb carbon dioxide from the gas of exploded alcohol. My part being purely mechanical was ready and had been tested a week before. We were now ready to show the results to the world. This new power was particularly adapted to motor work. It was light, flexible, easy to handle and, as we thought, in the hands of a man blessed with ordinary common sense, perfectly safe. We purchased a second-hand steam automobile, removed the steam gen­ erator and installed one of our own gas generators, using the same engine and transmission as the steam people had used. I now turned my talents to automobile driving. We made no great demonstration about our invention, preferring to let the news leak out in its own manner. It did. Our car did not appear to differ from the other steam cars of its class, but when we met one of them we were able to turn on our power and go by it as if it were standing still. We passed on steep hills cars that were rated at ten times the horse power of the engine in our car. People began to sit up and take notice and in six days from the time we made our first appearance on the street, it was in the newspapers. Double-leaded headlines with Mr. Dearborn's picture, full pages in every paper in the^ United States announced the discovery. The mechanical magazines scoffed at it and said that they would have to be shown. Engineers said it was all a bluff. But a dozen automobile firms offered to buy our device. We would not sell then. The country was hungering for our cars. We proposed to let every man buy his own car and then equip it with our power-generating plant. Events had followed one another so fast that it was several days after we brought our machine out that we learned that the Consolidated Electric Company had already entered the automobile field, bringing out a machine equipped with a new storage battery for which they claimed wonderful' things. The old enemies came together again, but Mr. Dearborn was not

127 alarmed for he knew that in our device lay the future of the motor vehicle. We leased a large manufacturing plant and equipped several machines. Mr.' Dearborn and myself installing ourselves the two devices without which the ^Tlie jjEtefcO machinery was so much junk. We were already considering the sale of our secret to the Metropolitan $otoer Motor Company for a half interest in their business. The Metropolitan Company was then the largest automobile manufacturer in the world. The papers were ready to be signed when a strange thing or a series of strange things occurred. A car equipped with our device met with an accident and the driver narrowly escaped with his life. The newspaper report showed' that he had struck a greasy spot in the pavement. The wheels had skidded, throwing the car against a lamp post and tearing a hole in the power tank which blew up the car into shreds. This accident was quickly followed by another, this time skidding over a similar spot of grease. The car was going so fast that it turned completely over and some of its own machinery punc­ tured a hole in the power tank which blew up as before. The newspapers now took up our cause and demanded that the city enforce the ordinances and compel all auto owners to equip their cars with a pan to catch the dripping oil. The grease remained in the streets and another accident quickly followed. This time, however, the gas tank gave no evi­ dence of having been punctured and appeared to have blown up without any provocation, other than skidding over a small patch of oil. The Metropoli­ tan Company withdrew their offer. The newspapers became curious. Another accident in which a man was killed and the climax was reached. The newspapers turned against us. The people clamored for an explanation. Mr. Dearborn issued an order asking that all cars equipped with his device be kept out of the public streets for a week. Mr. Dearborn disappeared for five days. On the evening of the third day he notified me that he had dis­ covered the cause of these wrecks. I immediately saw the editor of the Daily Clarion, the only paper that had remained loyal to us. Together we planned a scoop. A scoop for them and a complete victory or utter downfall for us. The strain was intense, our judgment day was at hand. According1 to our plans, the moment Mr. Dearborn appeared at the factory, I phoned to the Clarion people, who immediately issued an extra, with the startling news that Mr. Dearborn was going to start out at ten o'clock that day to cut the road record between New York and Chicago to twelve hours. We had caught the Consolidated Company unawares. We knew that they would' never let us make this test if it lay in their power to stop us. We were due to pass their factory at 10:05. At two minutes after ten we arranged to have a messenger boy rush into the private office of the president of the Consoli­ dated Company with a copy of the paper. We were already in sight of the plant in one of our cars, fitted with Mr. Dearborn's new aerometer, followed closely by another machine filled with reporters from the Clarion office and two city policemen. We were within three hundred feet of the crucial point, when a man appeared at a window and threw a glass jar at the pavement below. It was the president himself. He passed his hands before his eyes to shield from them the sight of his hor-

128 rible deed. The glass struck, broke, a thick black grease spread itself over the pavement. Would the aerometer work? It did. We struck the grease, the explosion did not follow, instead we turned completely around and brought the machine to a peaceful stop. The other auto stopped as suddenly. The policemen rushed into the building and arrested the president who im­ mediately confessed to the newspaper representatives. Jtotoer Our suit for damages against the Consolidated Company netted us enough money to enable us to build and equip an up-to-date plant which has since grown to be the largest in the country. The aerometer was simply a device for making oxygen. The grease that nearly caused the downfall of our venture was a pecu­ liar mixture used by the Consolidated Company, the gas from which, enter­ ing the power tank through the air supply tube, formed a deadly gas, the explo­ sion of which caused the bursting of the tanks. With our oxygen supply we were independent of the outer air which had no effect on us in the final battle between Charles J. Dearborn and the Consolidated Electric Company.

On the twentieth of November, On the gridiron at Reserve, There was played a game of football, Played between the team of U. S. And the boys of old East High School. a Cale of Each team was in deadly earnest; JfootbaE From the sounding of the whistle Each team fought with desperation derrick i>. But the honors went to U. S., 2Bper, '09 All the honors of the first half. At the opening of the last half All U. S. was up and shouting Thinking of the celebration That would follow shortly after. While they boasted of their victory, Of their almost certain victory, O'er the boys of old East High School Suddenly they hushed their clamor, Hushed their cries of exultation As their boys were forced on backward, Ever nearer to their goal line.

129 Then from out the struggling players Shot Bill Ryan like a rocket, Bearing swift the precious pigskin; &L vTale Of *n ms arms he safely bore it To the goal of those U. S. lads, JfootbaE To the goal of those same shouters, Where he planted it in safety. Thus was stilled that joyous shouting, Hushed those cries of exultation, Not another point scored U. S., Though they fought with desperation, Fought that they might flaunt their colors O'er the blue and gold of East High But the sun descending slowly Ended all their hopes of victory; Seemed to say as it departed "Try again another season, Talk not then of easy winning, Work and talk not till the finish, Think on this O! U. S. laddies, Speak of it to all your players That henceforward and forever You no more with pride unbroken Sadden the souls of all who hear you With your cry of 'easy money.' " Thus that twentieth of November Closed the record for the season; Now the blue and yellow proudly Floats above all Preps' team colors, Floats, a challenge to all comers For the year of nineteen seven. Floats, a banner for the East boys To defend and keep forever.

130 N a small kitchen of a rather dilapidated looking house on the outskirts of the town Mrs. Twaddle, a small, lean woman, with hair tightly I plastered back, was polishing the stove. As she worked she sang, over and over, the refrain "In the sweet bye and bye, we shall meet on that beautiful W$t Heturn shore!" "Say, maw, are you singin' about Pop?" came from a corner near the of tfje window, where Joe, aged eight, one of the twins, swathed in bandages and a $robigal disconsolate look, sat watching the other "kids" on the commons. "Well, it's sorter comfortin'," she answered, as she gave the stove a final (grace 3tatoesi,'07 mop. "But yer pa will show up all right some o' these days, see ef he don't! Let see now, it's only been two months and three days sense he tuk his leave, tomorrer's the tenth, ain't it? Well, bless me if it ain't Timmie's birthday' Poor child! I'd like to do somethin' extry fer him—him a workin' so hard all the time," and making a hasty examination of various boxes and sacks she exclaimed: "I'll jest make that child a birthday cake, so there now! And don't you children say nothin' about it to him neither." She became busily engrossed in her grand surprise and soon had it safely in the oven. "O-o-o-o-oh!" came a long drawn wail from the neighborhood of the win­ dow, "now you just stop, Joe Twaddle!" "I should think them mumps ud keep you busy without pesterin' other people that's got 'em," exclaimed the mother as she took her young son in hand. "O-o-oh! mommie!" he said, "how would I like to have a nice sour pickle!" and clutching his poor little jaws, he went off into another paroxysm of pain, refusing to be comforted. The smell of burning cake became noticeable and Mrs. Twaddle rushed away only to find her beautiful cake past redemption. "Now, ef that ain't luck!" she wailed, reviewing the remains with sor­ rowful eye. "And the last o' the raisins, too! Well! Timmie is goin' to have a cake fer his birthday or my name ain't Mrs. Twaddle!" And soon another, though smaller cake found its way to the oven. Timmie, whistling blithely, sped homeward after work and was smiling broadly as he entered the kitchen. Timmie was only eleven, but through his industry, his earnings helped a great deal in keeping the family since his trifling, much-forgiven father had disappeared. When the little group had assembled about the table and Mrs. Twaddle had placed thereon the birthday cake, she stepped back and viewed the scene. "Well, Timmie," she said, "we know yer more than three years old, but there bein' only three candles in the house, they'll have to do, but we'll let 'em represent Faith, Hope and Charity. Now ain't that lovely?" A knock was heard at the door and Mrs. Twaddle answered it. "Well, Mr. Twaddle! so ye've come home, have ye?" The opened door disclosed a small, shabby man. He glanced up meekly in the direction of his wife and promptly wilted. But the great heart

131 of Mrs. Twaddle got the better of her, and for the sixteenth time in their married life, Mr. Twaddle was forgiven. Room was made at the small table for one more, and Mrs. Twaddle W$t Hetntn hastened to get more dishes. She turned and looked back at her little family now complete, as she entered the kitchen. of tfje "Now, that's what I call fetchin'," she observed to herself, and added be­ $robigal neath her breath, "Faith, Hope and Charity, and the greatest of these is Charity!! Poor Jim!"

HEN it became known in Pottsville that Uncle Ezry and Aunt Mary Brown "were going in for" automobiling, having received W an auto from their son, there were many different views expressed. Some thought Uncle Ezry was getting too fond of worldly pleasure for a a Jftrsit good Methodist; some that he was too old; while the young people were auto Mht unanimous in the hope of an auto ride. It did not take the Browns long to ®onna &ieg, '09 decide to keep it, for, they said, Dobbin was getting old. As they had received a letter of directions from their son, and also a book on autos, they decided to study the rules well and not wait for the chauffeur from the city, who would not arrive until the next afternoon. Accordingly they sat up late that night studying the directions until they knew them by heart. The next day was the Sunday school picnic, but as they were determined to run the auto first without the aid of the chauffeur they decided to give up the pleasure of the picnic. Besides that day would be especially suitable because everyone, practically, would be gone and Uncle Ezry said he didn't want the whole town for an audience. That morning Uncle Ezry and Aunt Mary, both rather nervous, took their places in the auto. Uncle Ezry climbed into the driver's seat and Aunt Mary sat beside him with the letter in one hand and the book in her lap for reference. Uncle Ezry had no trouble in starting and as the steering was an easy matter they got along nicely. After going around in the village for a few minutes, success attending them, they decided to visit some friends in the country. They had nearly covered the distance and thought autos very fine when they came to a long gently-sloping hill. Near the bottom they saw an old neighbor who was very deaf, driving some cattle along the road. As it was out of the question to make him hear, they decided to stop. But Uncle Ezry, to save his life, or rather the old man's, couldn't think how. He couldn't waste time trying all the pedals and levers, so he called to Aunt Mary to read the directions. Aunt Mary was stiff with fright, but she began to read the letter. " 'To start the auto'—O that's not it!" In her excitement she dropped the letter and that no time should be lost in picking it up, she opened the book. Uncle Ezry was tooting the horn uselessly, and as they were almost upon the old man and Aunt Mary had not yet found the right place, in despair he turned the auto into the fence

132 at the side of the road. Aunt Mary, in telling of it afterwards, said when she felt the bump, that she thought they were going to be punished for giving up the Sunday school picnic for an automobile ride. She closed her eyes when she felt it, and when she opened them the cattle were cantering <2f 'jFtrtff wildly down the road and the old man was hobbling after them, now and then turning around to shake his cane angrily at Uncle Ezry. auto Mht The auto, now badly damaged, refused to run and Uncle Ezry set out for the village to get Dobbin to "tow" it in. That night a telegram was sent to the sellers of the auto, that they need not send the man as the auto would be sent on the morning train to the city, both the old people agreeing that although the auto was fast and Dobbin was slow, a drive with Dobbin was the more pleasant.

There once was a boy of East High, Whose poetic muse had run dry. His pen he did take, But no verse could he make, Tiffin No matter how hard he did try. * Umbgtttute In despair as he racked his poor brains, ^^ He cried, "I will not take such pains. JJTIUSE There's another boy here, €mU ^^ ^ And t will be very queer If he can't help out on refrains." The result is this frivolous verse. It is bad, but it might have been worse. But I think you'll agree, When this poem you see, That it's lucky that it is so terse.

133 HE clumsy clatter of his muddy shoes died away as he rushed out of the door. Little Miss Herman looked after him. Her first impulse Twas to call him back, but on second thought she let him go and turned to her reports with a little smile. But she sighed, too. Indeed, how could she help it? For he was the best and the worst of her many pupils. Herman's He was a manly little fellow, and always on time. But sometimes this Hetoarb seemed a doubtful virtue, since he seemed to come early for the sole purpose of giving himself more time for mischief. And his mischief was very, very illilbreb ©ckert/07 annoying. Especially since it was usually so unique that it was hard for anyone with a sense of humor to reprove him properly. But that afternoon he had ceased to be funny. Perhaps if Mehitabel Hawkins had not put on a new pink hair ribbon, and had worn her old black one instead, a few ink-spots would not have been noticed. But she did! And his masculine mind either did not grasp the difference, or force of habit was too strong. However it was, the weeping complaint of the human pen-wiper had disturbed the peace of the usually well-ordered schoolroom. Miss Herman had resolved to be very firm, and perhaps a little stern with him. So after the rest had gone she talked quietly to him, making little absent-minded scratches on her blotter meanwhile. He was standing beside her desk, crimson under his freckles. She did not look at him, however, but, resting her head on her hand, she had talked on, wondering a little at her own words, and wondering, too, whether that almost unquenchable twinkle was still in his downcast eyes. Suddenly his ten-year-old hand gave her wavy golden hair a shy little pat. She looked up. But only in time to see a very red-necked little boy making for the door. The next morning Miss Herman said nothing, nor the next. And by and by his embarrassment was forgotten and they became good friends. Years have passed. The golden head with its shining ringlets has lost its glow, and soft, silvery ripples now frame an older face. The fair face of the young girl is no longer so fair. But a new sweetness lurks about the tired mouth and in the quiet eyes. But if in bygone days, by the charms of twenty, young hands were drawn irresistibly to pat the golden head, even more do loving hands caress the softer sheen of sixty. For she has many friends. But sometimes the loneliness of her quiet rooms is unspeakable, and she feels discouraged. Her life seems almost wasted and now, she often muses, she is growing old. Of course she has had her share of youthful admiration. And some loving childish scrawls are hidden away in her cubby­ hole desk, although the childish writers have long ago passed from her sight along their divers paths to manhood and womanhood. On this particular night her hand sought out a worn little note. It was aging too, she thought. And the writer had forgotten like all the rest. He was a man now, with a family of his own, and famous in his way. And she was going to hear him lecture! Perhaps it was foolish, but

134 "When the world shall link these names, With gracious lives and manners fine, The teacher shall assert her claims, And fondly whisper, 'These are mine.'" She smiled a little as the poet's words sang themselves through her mind —and accepted them as her excuse. Hermann The lecture room was well filled, and she was glad, for it was a mute Hetoarb witness of his success. She waited eagerly for him to begin, but somehow when he did begin she did not pay much heed to what he was saying about "Ideals and Influences." For her mind would stop to compare him to the little orphan boy who used to swing his muddy little boots with exasperat- ingly mischievous regularity under the front desk in the grammar school some forty years ago. Indeed, there seemed little resemblance between her memory picture and the big man before her. His face was grave, but the same twinkle lurked in his kind eyes and flashed out now and again almost the same as she1 remembered it of old, and suddenly she was all attention! What was he saying? She trembled a little and waited. How well he was telling it—the schoolroom, empty of its restless life, the awkward boy and the golden- haired young teacher. All just as she, too, remembered them. "Yes," he continued, "I often wonder where she is, and some day I hope to see her and thank her for that afternoon." And that night, as she patted the little old letter, there was no loneliness in the heart of the little teacher, but only a great joy.

I frowned, I scowled, I wept in vain, I looked through every volume near, Till all declared I was not sane— And all this for Miss Hanna! jftlp $oetrp And there was only one more day Until the hateful thing was due— anna $. piake/08 Alas for me! What could I say To satisfy Miss Hanna? At first I thought she'd not perceive If from some ballad old I copied, But could not make myself believe It would escape Miss Hanna.

I gave it up and took my pen To write my sentiments in verse, Resolved I'd not write poetry again— Not even for Miss Hanna!

135 HERE was great excitement in the little town of Fairview, HOWJOSHU Tfor it was nearing the day, the

136 wagon brought forth, and then the lunch packed and everyone was kept busy. Finally, at nine o'clock, all were off and poor Joshua left alone with his thoughts for company. All morning he sat at the window and stared long­ ingly down the road which led to the village. Suddenly he saw a large, queer- 3§)flH) ^fOSlflUa looking object approaching in the distance. As it neared the house—could it ^ , it* be possible—that he saw the large elephant in the circus, the elephant of S'tlUJ lljt which he had dreamed? Slowly he came up the road, turned in and stopped (fl*lei)liattt at the door. In the meantime a very small boy excitedly snatched the basket of apples in the kitchen and ran to the porch and fed one after another to the immense animal. When the apples had vanished Joshua's visitor turned slowly around and walked back towards the village. The rest of the day he was happy beyond all measures, for the small boys of some forty years ago had few pleasures. About dusk the family came jostling along very satisfied but tired from their good time. They talked of all the wonderful things they had seen and heard but most of all how the big elephant had strayed away during the afternoon before the performance and had returned just in time. Joshua waited and then told of his wonderful visitor and most wonderful experience. Exclamations were forthcoming for some explanation of the occurrence and it came. The small brother, as disappointed as Joshua himself, finally told how very early in the morning he had risen and walked toward the village road where the circus would pass, dropping apples as he went and hoping perhaps that some one of the animals would follow the trail and find the dejected little boy at the end. Father laughed long and loud and said that it would be in the family history how Joshua saw the elephant, and Joshua himself tells it to this day.

TUBBY was a manly youth who had come back from vacation to Yale to commence his third year. There was a gathering of most of the S students before the door of the main building. All were talking over the pleasant times each had had in the vacation, but the general talk was of their having a champion football team that could again defeat Harvard. a CoEege For the last two years Stubby had been out for the team but had got in ISperO only a few games his second year. This year he was expected by all to make the team as right halfback. Although most of last year's team were back, 3*ainc2' ^fOSSef, 08 the right halfback, the quarterback and the rightend had graduated, the chances were exceedingly bright. Stubby's roommate was a fellow whom everybody called "Murph." He had played fullback on the varsity for the last three years. The football season had crept along till the week before the Harvard game which was to be played again between the old rivals, Yale and Har­ vard, for the championship. Stubby had developed into a great halfback and had put up a good game in all the games in which he was; he also had developed into a dropkicker and punter. The last week of practice was spent by both teams in light work and secret signal practice.

!37 The game was to be played in New Haven and when the time arrived for the game the stands and field were filled with people who had come to cheer their respective schools on to victory, if possible. On the right of the a COEette stands were Yale's admirers with their blue, on the left was Harvard's ~r crimson. The field was marked off into five yards by chalk lines making it ^ItlU look like a mighty checker board. The teams were each greeted by their respective supporters as they trotted upon the field. The practice of both was snappy and as they lined up against each other for the kick-off they were again greeted by their school yells, and as the referee blew his whistle the great game was on. Throughout the first half both teams did fine work and each succeeded in holding the other to a no-score. Although Stubby had got away from the bunch with the long run of the half, which was sixty yards,, he was pulled down by a Harvard man without crossing the line. During the ten-minute rest each school gave its yells, while the coaches were instructing their players what to do. Each team again came upon the field for supremacy, although not as lively as the first time they had come on. The teams lined up the same as in the first half, neither team making a change, the men succeeding in not receiving injuries sufficient to put them out of the game. The ball was passed from one team to the other, neither succeeding in getting within hailing distance of the other's goal. This was being done repeatedly until the people thought the game would end in a tie. The players did not think the same as the spectators, each man putting more strength into every move, the Yale players especially playing with bulldog grit, each man thinking that they could win out. Stubby had been playing a magnificent game and with only a minute and a half to play, with the ball in Yale's possession on Harvard's thirty-five yard line, he was called upon to try for a drop kick which, if he succeeded in making, would win for his team; if not, the game would probably end in a tie. The quarterback was giv­ ing the signal for the play. Stubby, with a defiant look upon his face, had his hands outstretched ready to receive the ball from the centre. When the ball was passed, the players charged at each other with desperate effort, one side trying to block the kick, the other trying to hold off their opponents long! enough to give Stubby a good opportunity to make the kick good. As the ball left Stubby's toe for the goal post, it looked as if it lacked just a little of going over, but a closer look showed it going over the crossbar, directly between the goal posts. Stubby had won the game for Old Eli. The teams lined up for the few seconds which were left for play, but after the first play the referee blew his whistle announcing that the game was over. There was a wild rush of Yale's students for the plucky halfback. He was seized and placed upon the backs of his admirers and carried to the dressing room. That night a bonfire was built upon the campus and all danced around, sang songs and gave repeated yells for Stubby, and all was joy at Old Eli.

138 Forward now ride the timid boys, Rushing along with a clattering noise Of clanking arms. As they draw near Forth from the crowd bursts a mighty cheer tH/llf Ever increasing to a roar .*. .1 • That rolls along the ocean's shore. VtDQUeStrtatt The answering echoes linger upon (^amC The mountain tops above the throng; Before all eyes the cavalcade W. CateSUP Passes by with flashing blade, Crane, '07 When, lo! the column is no more! Three squads now stand upon the shore Each with a leader in armor bright, Handsome and proud in his youthful might. At last the game is begun with a whirl, As in and out the chargers swirl. Swiftly the horses fly over the sands, Bravely the captains lead their bands; All eyes follow the dashing lines, Scarcely sufficient the broad confines. Circles with circles they interweave, With flashing swords the air they cleave, Fiercely attacking with weapons at charge, Turning in flight along the marge Of the restless sea, and then, again, Receiving the charge like noble men. The fighting o'er, they peace renew, And again pass proudly in review, Then from the arena they pass out, Followed by a farewell shout.

139 Ambition's call Invites ye all To share her hall Of fame. She, tall, ambition Of many charms TOilfreb With outspread arms $oUock/07 Greets gaily those Who seek repose Beneath her roof That's hardship proof. Young men start now. Young women now. But halt! Ye know Not where ye go. Her hall to seek Ye climb yon peak. The cliffs are steep. The gorges deep. There wild winds blow. There ice and snow. There torrents flow To lakes below. Now go! Are ye Cowards that ye Delay? Do ye Lack the will, ye Of worthless clay Who tread the way Of pleasure, who Here nothing do, Who, idle, think Not but to drink And eat? Today Ye live. Today Ye laugh. Years fly. Tomorrow ye die. Come! Start now! Seek Her lofty peak.

140 HILE visiting different places in Massachusetts, I stopped at a town named Nahant. It was a few days after the New Year and W the thermometer registered the temperature at "four above." I stopped at the only hotel, which faced the sea. The first night there, I made the acquaintance of Captain Johnson of a fifty-ton vessel named Kilda. a jftelnng He invited me to come along with him in the morning to go cod fishing. experience The next morning my alarm clock woke me up at three o'clock. I Jfreb dressed, put on heavy woolens and then started for the Kilda. When I &nbreajS/09 reached her the crew were just ready to leave. The captain gave me an oil cloth, a "Sou'-wester" and a pair of thick woolen mittens. As we reached "Green's Harbor ground," I was sent with Alden, one of the crew, to set some lines. We were to use his dory. When we were let off with our dory, the Kilda went further and soon left us behind. We soon had two lines set, and were setting the third one, when Alden noticed a white sheet in the distance, which was a fog. We quickly rowed around for the other lines, but the fog soon enveloped us. After about an hour spent in looking for the lines, we found one but could not find the other. We also lost all idea as to which direction shore or the Kilda was. After a little arguing, we decided to go in the direction our boat was headed. While rowing along we suddenly heard a fog-horn which seemed to come nearer. Soon we saw a steamship loom up in front of us not one hundred feet away. We were right in its path. We tried to get out of its way but could not. We scraped the side of the steamship and were nearly swamped. With difficulty we succeeded in righting the dory and bailing out the water. By this time we were quite hungry, so each ate two of the biscuits we had in the dory. They did not taste very good because they had been soaked when the dory scraped the side of the steamship, but it appeased our hunger. We had to eat sparingly, for we did not know when we would reach safety, and more to eat. By this time the mist was becoming thinner but the day was vanishing. Soon after twilight the mist passed on, on one side, like a white sheet. Above us was the black sky, and on the other was the wide sea. During the fog the sea had been smooth, but now it was getting rougher. Once, while on the crest of a huge wave, I saw a light in the distance. I told Alden, and we then headed toward that light. Later we saw more lights and soon we saw the outlines of a few trees. After the mist had passed, the wind became stronger, till at last it was a terrible gale which must have wrought havoc to the fishing boats. In this storm our boat sprung a leak. Alden stuck a piece of canvas into the leak, but this only stopped it for a while, and then it was worse than ever. We had to bail out the water now, but the boat filled rapidly. Suddenly, the boat lurched to one side, then on the other and tipped over. I came up to the top and began to swim around, looking all the time for Alden, but I never saw him again. I then started for a small wooden

141 raft which was floating along. It was a deck of some boat. When I reached it, I was exhausted but managed to climb upon it. I tried to keep awake but could not. Soon everything went black. When & jftsljing I woke, I found myself in the hands of the "coast-guards," who had seen my raft a long way out, and had gone after it and found me lying on it. I experience never saw anything of the crew of the Kilda, but later, parts of her masts and deck floated in, so it is safe to say that I was the only survivor of the crew of the Kilda.

My first steps in "expression," Oh! could I but forget The moments, and the misery, Jftp jftrst And the way we all did fret. Mother heard me say it, g>teps in Father listened, too, expression Because you know this was to be Cbttf)€.^iblep,'07 For me, my great "debut." I remained away from service, For tomorrow, I must take My first steps in "expression," And a good "impression" make.

Well, I stumbled, and I stuttered, And my face grew fairly blue, And I'll tell you one thing truly, I was frightened through and through. I hung onto my handkerchief With all my pent-up strength, And wondered how it was, my piece Had grown to such a length.

At last the work was over And I fell into my chair, Now here's a toast to those "dear" steps, And to all, who go up there.

142 A N old man was slowly making his way between the bowlders and over LJL tangled roots and stumps of trees that bordered a rocky river bed. "^ "^ He was a tall, old man, and the hand that held the lantern, its light carefully shaded at the sides, trembled visibly. But in spite of his apparent feebleness, every now and then he threw back his bent shoulders and quick­ W)t ened his pace, glancing nervously from side to side and then on again, where spiritualist a dim path pointed his way. The lantern swinging by his side, threw flick­ jUarte ftusteell ering rays of light over the deserted scene. It seemed to hedge him about ilequiUet, '07 with a little circle of light, that advanced with him and kept at bay the deep, impenetrable gloom of the night. Now a huge tree, whose foliage towered into the darkness, stood out in strong relief against the shadows and now a projecting shelf of rock, jutting out into his path, making it more difficult and dangerous. But at such times the old man kept his eyes resolutely averted from the water below him, and clung with his free hand to the rough rock, until safely past, he hurried on again through the lonely, silent night. After some time had elapsed, he stumbled out upon a small, open space, leading to the river's edge and advanced a few steps towards the shore. Lifting the lan­ tern above his head, he gazed eagerly at a huge, square rock directly before him. His face lighted in pathetic anticipation. An instant later, the lantern fell. He swayed backward towards the water below with a stifled cry.

% % %i :{: & & * :& Just at sunrise, a motherly woman might have been seen peering from the door of a little cottage, that stood on the outskirts of the village. She was the housekeeper for the old man, who figures in this story, and was becoming really anxious over his delayed return. Accustomed as she was to her master's vagaries, he had never before been absent all night. Even­ ing after evening, she saw him leave the cottage oh his mysterious mission, and now she expected to see the famliar figure approaching down the road at any moment. The cottage stood back, at some distance, from the road, and was hedged in by trees that threw a dense shade across the yard, effectually keeping out all but a few faint rays of sunlight. Crowding the space in front of the cot­ tage was a motley assortment of animals, roughly carved from stone and darkened by the constant attacks of the weather. Rough though they were, each figure showed bold, strong lines and considerable talent, although the man lacked artistic training. In his youth his friends had planned a bril­ liant career for the boy, whose genius promised so much, but misfortune swept away all his little savings and soured and embittered his whole life. At first he thought never to touch his tools again, but gradually his love for the work overcame this resolution, and he worked on alone, conscious always of the lack of skill that he could never hope to command. Many years before he had drifted to this little village, where a distant relative made a home for him. She pitied his lonely life which he made yet more lonely by repulsing all the kind overtures of the neighbors. He was known only to them as a man with but one purpose in life: to make the crude figures of wood and, stone, with which he filled his yard and house. He was known to be a spiritualist, delighting to place his images in unexpected places, thinking

143 in his half-childish, vacant way, to impress upon any who might pass the fact that supernatural agencies had placed them there. The woman waiting at the door, stepped out on the little porch. It was W)t framed on two sides with vines and lined with shelves supporting little wooden images of birds and small animals of every kind. Two greyhounds Spiritualist stood guard on either side of the steps leading down to the narrow path and a row of smaller dogs lined the walk to the gate. She looked at these familiar objects with an impatient sigh, straining her eyes once more down the road, by which she expected him to appear, went in and closed the door. **# * # * # * Two days later, the foremost of a gay picnic party, that was scrambling over the stones along the river bank, drew back in terror at the object lying before her eyes. The others crowding closer, saw an old man lying face upward in the shallow water, beneath their feet. There was a great purple bruise on his right temple, and his face was distorted with fear and horror. His long white beard swept over his breast, rising and falling with the lap­ ping of the water. On the great rock above he had drawn pictures with pains­ taking care, hewing them out of the stone. A large church on the surface facing the water, and below it a huge serpent and an Indian tepee. On the end, the partially finished figure of a mighty lion, a king among his kind. But all had been disfigured and partly obliterated by some wanton hand, where pieces of rock had been chipped out by a sharp instrument, and dark masses of clay splotched the pictures here and there. And then the little group standing around the silent figure in the water understood and took him up and reverently bore him to the little cottage he had called home. And it seemed to those who tiptoed softly in that the lines of fear and pain were smoothed away from his face and he rested content among his friends.

144 It is an old and white-haired man, And he stoppeth one of three; "By thy hoary head and thy long white beard, Now wherefore stopp'st thou me? Wot Hime of The entrance gates are open now, My friends are going in; tjje ancient The teams are here, the time is near, Hooter May'st hear the merry din." He stays him with his skinny hand, (1905 &. B.) "There was a time," quoth he, 3©onalb jfy. "When I, too, went, my spirit pent g>toeet,'07 With yells of youthful glee. I watched our team beat other teams. Tell me—does East still win?" "You can just bet she beats 'em yet," He answered with a grin. "Go in, go in, my young man, then, And my best hopes go, too. It warms my heart to rest secure That East High's players, strong and sure, Are backed by such as you. And while you're there and fill the air With yells that drown the foe, Just shout one shout for an old scout That rooted long ago. Long may East High her banner wave, The foremost in the van— Her vict'ries sure, her spirit pure!" "Amen!" said that young man.

T was the night before the mid-year examination in Latin, and I was sitting before a bright grate fire "cramming." I was very tired, for it I was late, and so, when a queer drowsiness came over me, I did not attempt to shake it off. Suddenly I heard voices near me, and, looking toward them, saw two soldiers standing before a camp fire, talking. & gtyort Their dress was so different from the kind to which we are accustomed Wtstt to that I pinched myself to make sure I was awake. They wore woolen under­ garments reaching to the knees, over which were coats of mail, very strong Caesar's and very heavy. On their heads were helmets ornamented with crests, and Camp cloaks were fastened by clasps on their right shoulders, so as to give the right arm plenty of freedom. On their feet were boots like sandals, held on Huctte 3Born,'09 by straps over the ankles. Each carried a shield, one being rectangular and the other oval in shape, and in the middle of these were iron knobs, from which extended strips of metal in such a way as to suggest thunderbolts.

145 Their swords were kept in scabbards, which were fastened to belts passed over the left shoulder. Then suddenly it dawned on me that I was in Caesar's camp. So I determined to make the most of my opportunity and learn all & gtyort I could. Accordingly, I approached the soldiers to listen to their conversation. One of them had evidently been talking about the Germans, for the Mstt to other said: "Well, I don't want to meet any of those Germans." "O, of course, Caesar's you are expected to be rather cowardly, since you are only a recruit," was the answer. "When you have been with Caesar as long as I, you will no Camp longer fear anything. I remember when I was a recruit during the battle of the Sambre. The enemy had gotten possession of the camp, and when the Treveri, who came as an aid to us, saw camp servants, cavalry and slingers fleeing in all directions, they fled also. We were beginning to flee when Caesar rushed into the ranks, seized my shield and hurried into the very thick of the fight, calling to the centurions to encourage their men. We wanted to appear brave, too, so we pressed on and finally defeated the enemy, as, of course, you know. Caesar made inquiries about the shield and returned it to me. It is one of my most cherished possessions." The other soldier was very much impressed, and said: "The general must be a fine man; no wonder you are willing to risk your lives when he leads you." "Thank you, my lad," said a voice behind me. I turned quickly and came face to face with Caesar himself. He was dressed very much like the soldiers, except that his cloak was scarlet and fringed, while theirs was of undyed wool. He did not seem to see me, although we were facing each other, and the two soldiers had not seen me either. Then the deep, melodious voice went on: "I hope you will never flee, but stay and fight like brave men. You will have need of courage soon, for we are going against the Germans. They are as much unlike civilized men as the animals of the island of Britain are unlike those of other parts of the earth. What? You never heard of those wonderful animals? Well, I'll tell you," and the great commander sat down beside the two soldiers and began his narrative: "You see I know about these animals through stories and what I myself have seen. There is one animal in the shape of an ox. One tall, straight horn reaches up from the middle of the forehead, and at the top of this smaller horns spread out like the fingers of a hand. "But the most curious of these animals are the elks. They are something like goats—only larger—and their color is mottled. The characteristic of these animals is that their legs have no joints or ligaments. Therefore they cannot lie down to sleep; so instead they lean up against trees. Now, the hunters of this section are very clever. They undermine the roots of the trees or cut into the trunks, leaving the tree to all apparances the same. Then, when the elks lean against the trees for an afternoon nap, these collapse and carry with them the poor wooden-legged animals, who are then unable to rise and are easily captured. "The third animal is called the bison or wild ox. It is a little smaller than an elephant and has the shape and color of a bull. O, their strength and speed is remarkable, and if they once see you, nothing can save you. It is

146 eagerly hunted for and the man or boy who has killed the most is the hero of his native village and the vicinity. They bring in the horns to show how many they have killed, and these horns are used in a peculiar fashion. They are rimmed with gold or silver and used as drinking cups. I have one in my tent, Marcus (to one of the soldiers), 'go and get it.' " a Sljort In a few moments Marcus returned and handed the horn to Caesar. The "fTiSit to trio examined it closely and then the general held it carelessly in his hand. Caesar's I wanted to get a look at it, too, so I reached out my hand and took it. The eyes of the three men opened wide. Wondering what was the matter, I Camp looked down at my hand. But no hand was to be seen! I would feel my hand around the horn, but the horn appeared to be hanging in mid-air. Then I understood why these Romans were frightened—it was not myself—I was a ghost. This discovery so terrified me that I sprang to my feet with a cry. With that cry, Caesar and the soldiers vanished as if they, not I, had been the ghosts, and I found myself standing before the fire in my own comfort­ able sitting room instead of in Caesar's camp, and in my hand, instead of the horn, was—a text-book!

'Gin a body meet Miss Adams, On the second floor, When one ought to be reciting, What hope is there more? Coming Every high school has a watchman, CftrougJ East High three or four, And the seniors keep them busy Cast ftigt On the second floor. ©onalb $. g>toeet, '07 'Gin a body buy some cookies, During second hour, 'Gin he meet with Mr. Lothman, Just inside the door.

Every boy and girl likes cookies, Every teacher, too; Teachers don't buy during school hours, But the seniors do.

Every poem has a moral. This one's very clear. Ere I close my little ditty, I must write it here.

'Gin a deed is not called righteous Sure it is called wrong, 'Gin you can't tell which you're doing, You'll find out ere long.

147 Some

JSurserp Johannes, Johannes, tibicine natus Hftpmes Fugit perniciter porcum furatus, gs>ara (Sertrube Sed porcusvoratus, Johannes, delatus, 9KtiTI*V''fV7 ^t ploraus per vias est fur flagellatus.

VAlef/f'o?

Mica, mica, parva Stella; Miror, quaenam si tarn bella! Splendens eminus in illo, Alba relut gemma, caelo.

^kvAleff e or

Garcons et filles venez toujours La lune est brillante comme le jour, Venez au bruit d'un joyeux eclat, Venez du bon coeur, ou ne venez pas.

Malvina Lux (reading notice in Room 18): "Teachers and their Friends" —I guess that doesn't apply to you. Ruth Edwards: "If a vowel ends in a consonant " 3f0ttCS MisS Hanna (in an address to Room 18) : "Let me hear silence!" The English class has just finished reading about the resuscitation of the dead bodies in the "Ancient Mariner:" Mr. Smith: "Charis, how would you like to have been there?" Charis Ladd: "I wouldn't have liked it if the men were dead." So much knowledge is displayed in Room 16, that even the clock stands still in awe. (?) Mr. Smith: "Meta's all right but I didn't grasp her." Mr. Findley: "Do you say a bird sits or sets on its nest?" Ralph W.: "I say, 'it lays!' " Frau Grossart (during grammar recitation) : "Now, Ralph, take your claws (clause) out of that sentence." Miss Critchley: "Every conquering Roman consul gives a triumphal procession, and each subdued general has to procesh !" Miss Black: "What is the reason for that, Elmer?" Elmer G.: "If two sides of a circle " Miss B.: "But I am no Shylock Holmes." Mr. Smith: "This class can laugh at nothing more easily than—Charles, what are you laughing at?" Charles A.: "You, Mr. Smith." Susan M.: "I don't understand what you mean, Mr. Smith." Mr. Smith (giving out assignment) : "Go to " (full stop). Mr. Smith (two days before Thanksgiving) : "Germany might get too large a slice of Turkey!" Miss Critchley: "Yes, Pauline, Tilly was killed in the next two battles!" Miss Critchley: "Harry, did you ever take English literature?" Harry Hyatt: "I don't think so." Mr. Smith: "Florence, are there any more in the cloak room?" Florence H.: "Yes; two girls." (And this was in Room 18.) Mr. Schulte: "Who was Guido?" Viola: "He was the other lady." Miss S.: "What special sense should a milliner cultivate?" Loretta: "Taste." Ursula Barnard (on receiving test paper): "Mr. Schulte, are these marked on the scale of 50?" Mr. Smith (reading Macbeth) : "Ent. first apparition. Just then—a Flat appears with notice." Mr. Smith: "Well, and then did he kill his dearest friend?" Ethel P.: "No, he murdered him." Mr. Schulte (writing "parn" on the board) : "What's the first thing to hang on to, Ursula?" Ursula Barnard: "U." Bob Keeler: "I've forgotten the other fellow—pardon me, gentleman." Mr. Lothman: "Remember never to use 'like' as a conjunction."

150 Orrin: "But you have to say—'like mother used to make.' " Mr. Pete: "A man does a piece of work in three days. What is your answer, Arthur?" Arthur H.: "Let him work!" fofees Mr. Findley (in Greek): "Always raise your voice when you come to 'men.'" Mr. Smith: "Geneva, what did Clisthenes' constitution do for the people?" Geneva Ehler: "It divided them into geographical units." Pupil: "The diameter was drawn so as to pass through the center of the circle." Miss McClellan: "I thought you didn't understand that " Harold S. (waking up): "I am." Pupil in Latin: "They boarded on the Rhine." Miss McClellan: "Dick, get out of that desk." Miss Black: "Where did you get that result, James?" James Beyer: "From above." Miss Black: "Well, that's a good place to get it." C. L.: "Miss McClellan, how do you say 'skidoo' in Latin?" Miss Mc.: "I don't say it in English." Girl (translating) : "He hasn't any sense." Mr. Shulte: "Do you mean 'he?'" Girl (seeing her error) : "No, you." What's the matter with Nathan? He's all Wright. Ethel S. (failing to understand an explanation) : "Well, I can't see it in that light." Wilma (softly) : "Perhaps she could see it in the dark." Mr. Knight: "Now, Jessie, just forget everything else and stop to rea­ son: you are thinking of me." Miss Mc.: "In Caesar's time, the girls were numbered, not named." Smart Pupil: "Twenty-three for mine." Earl Pierce (discussing a love scene, in English) : "Well, for my part, I don't think Holgrave very much of a fellow, to be talking about his love at a time like that." Probably friend Earl prefers the pale moonlight. Mr. Smith: "Dudley, I simply can't read your themes. Hereafter I shall mark them 75 and hand them back." Dudley: "Gee, that's a skinch. Now I can hand in the same one every time with a changed title." Miss Seaton: "What is the meaning of the word papilionaceous?" Wilma Masten (softly): "Gee, it sounds good to me." Loretta Burns: "Miss McClellan, what is the instruction of those in­ finitives?"

151 FACULTY (Surnames) • ^ 1 Two N's, two L's, R, A, S and an E ^ Put it together and spell it to me. 7 2 One who hates man. 3 A number of lads called for the first man. 4 One who makes cakes and pies. 5 A fourth part of a bushel. 6 A grassy field. 7 A number of small shoots. 8 A somber color. 9 A part of every twenty-four hours. 10 That which makes trees valuable. 11 A worker in metals. 12 Author of the "Faerie Queen." 13 Coarse grass. 14 He found a meadow. 15 An offense indulged in, in the South. 16 Two thousand pounds and a large body of water. 17 A high school that is easy for us. 18 Teaches Tones.

CLASS 1 A famous Greek warrior that defeated Darius in the battle of Arbela. 2 One who purchases. 3 A bird's beak. 4 A horticulturist. 5 The author of "Ivanhoe." 6 An ecclesiast. 7 A token of love. 8 A well known pear. 9 Inventor of a reaper. 10 A water bird. 11 A doorkeeper. 12 That which blights fruit. 13 The fifth president of the United States. 14 A stone builder. 15 Light (in Latin). 16 A name often applied to an oven. 17 A number of small coins. 18 The fourteenth president of the United States. 19 Queen of the flowers. 20 A weapon often needed in the school room (in German) 21 Fond of A.

152 22 One who grinds corn. 23 The name of that famous king of France. 24 A present day actress. 25 Boys love to indulge in the game. ^KUllO'S 26 Willie, don't drop a single one on the floor. 7fl7It|4»rt "> 27 An instrument used to measure the amount of rain fall. IWtttlJU . 28 A river of British America. 29 A well known Western mountain peak. 30 A weapon and an exclamation. 31 The way we should do everything worth doing at all. 32 What girls like to be called. 33 What representatives make. 34 Fair ground. 35 A word often heard on election day.

Gee! ain't it funny the things 'et we knew And gee! ain't it funny how they all went thro Our brains, just like 'twas a sieve. And all the white lies and excuses we've give— (fSl>f>t Gee! ain't it funny when you think of it, too, Of all the low marks thet the teachers 'ud give When we was at school?

Gee! ain't it funny how we stayed up late And gee! ain't it awful the stuff 'et we ate Fourth hour, and how we'd all run Over to Manchester's. Wasn't it fun ? Gee! ain't it funny how we've all separate All over and everywhere under the sun Since we was at school?

153 Mr. Lothman—"Let me change that just a little." Mr. Smith—"The correct interpretation of the question is half the answer." Miss Critchley—"What do you say about that, "? Wljen toe Miss Sanderson—"Yes, that's true, but " Jflunk Mr. Schulte—"Anybody." Miss Black—"I don't care, of course, whether you fail or not." Miss Hanna—"How long did you study that lesson?" Mr. Findley—"I guess that will do." Miss Adams—"Now you ought to have translated that swimmingly." Mr. Petersilge—"Next." Mr. Peck—" !"

There is a young man named Abbott, Of eating, I guess he'd the habit, If you'd meet him at night, Bitties You couldn't tell at sight, Which was the dark, and which Abbott.

There was a young man named Crum, At studying, he could go some: But one day, alas! He took charge of a class, And his teaching, it surely was bum.

Miss Bennett is a lady sweet, We like her very well But as for her dear Friday tests We think they're simply— Note:—We don't use such lan­ guage.

154 TO EXCHANGE—One Avery's Chemistry for books on athletics, ora­ tory, vocal culture or most anything. James McMahon. WANTED—A good, loud alarm clock. June Campbell. abbertise= LOST—The price of a hair cut. Finder please return to Dudley Scott. ments WANTED—Position as floorwalker in department store. Howard Williams. TO RENT—Modern, up-to-date flats. Must be seen to be appreciated. Call between 8 and 12:30 at East High School. FOR SALE—A first-class chemistry; used one day only. Apply to Nathan Wright. WANTED—A "ten" in Latin. Any reasonable price paid for good one. Earl Keevan. WANTED—A good, husky policeman to manage Room 18 every fourth hour. Apply to Miss Chaffee. FOUND—A small boy outside of Room 18. Answers to name of Elton. TO EXCHANGE—A raincoat for a good, large umbrella. Rolfe Crum. WANTED—For the football team, able-bodied young men between ages of 15 and 21. Wages—steen bumps per game. Must be able to give and receive large lemons. Varsity men will receive large E's to cover bumps. For further information, apply to Manager or Captain.

"What's your fav'rite play, son?" Was asked of young Gene By a friend whom he met on the street. "Why, 'Are you a Mason?' " Bitties I think she's a queen, And her smile!—it is ever so sweet.

There was a young lady named Ede, Who had a large flower-bed to weed, So—surely you'll pard'n her— She sent for her Gard(e)ner, And the job was then done with great speed.

I know a young lady named "Jule," And she is the shark of the school. And I guess she's liked well By someone at Cornell, Because—well, because she's our Jewel.

155 GEMS CULLED FROM FRESHMAN THEMES "King Richard's brother John ruled England during his absence and , did his best to dethrone his brother Richard, because Richard was a Saxon ^e£at3teS while John was a staunch Norman." 3i=JraffIp> '* sPent much time walking through the National Cemetery at Gettys- ^ burg, where the graves of those who fell in that famous battle, the unionists and the non-unionists, lie buried." "Sir Walter Scott was born with a lameness which came on as the result of fever when he was three years old." "The salvation of our country depends upon the girls of today who will be the men of tomorrow." "Lincoln's mother died when she was ten years old." "Sir Walter Scott died on September 21, 1832, and then insisted upon being brought across Europe." "The boy who sits next to me is my particular friend, but I don't like him."

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There is a young man named Bobbie Girls are his favorite hobby, He's liked by them all, Large, great and small. And his clothes are really quite nobby.

Perhaps this weather is all for the best, Although the winds do blow From the North, South, East and West, But summer for me with four months' rest, And occasional visits to the big ice chest.

156 Object: Suppression of articulate sounds in southwest corner of Room 20. Incorporated: February 1, 1907. Went into effect: Not yet, but soon. antt= Charter Members: Florence Grove, Edna McCormick, Nina Boffen- T&ratrj.'-j myer, Loretta Sweeney, Blanche Kloepfer. VWIfllJISpeCWg Critic: Miss Mary L. Hanna. ^LeattUe Requisites for Membership: A standing in the aforesaid art equal to or surpassing that of any of the above named members. N. B.—For this reason Miss Hanna thinks membership is limited.

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Bobbie Keeler chewed some gum In twenty-eight one day; He was having the "mostest" fun But pleasure ne'er comes to stay.

For when he got up to recite His lesson which he knew, For he is very, very bright (?), He stopped, and took a chew.

But quickly did the teacher say To Bobbie standing there To put that chewing-gum away. My! how that class did stare!

So up to the basket Robert walked ('Twas a very amusing sight), Then calmly back again he stalked And continued to recite.

157 Where Donald Sweet found his walk. If Carrie Sprowl will ever stop asking questions in History. Where Ralph Kaighin got that laugh. Will SOme Where Ida Treat learned to speak German so fluently. Whether Miss Hanna knows the difference between a fire and a house- one feinblp cleaning or not. ttE me^ Why Mr. Knight had his mustache shaved. Whether Rolfe uses a Crum brush for his hair. Whether Rolland Frost is any relation to Jack. If Mr. Smith will ever stop using Herpicide. If "Mac" was ever seen with his hat off or his coat on. Why Harold Workman doesn't learn to sing. When Gertrude Bull studies. Where Florence Kassulker got her hair. If Dudley gets a cold when he gets his hair cut. Whether Will Freytag will ever grow. Why Orrin's hair is steadily growing darker. If Mamie and Elsie were ever seen apart. Why Mr. Lothman's pupils may not have horses since he has a dog. If Catesby Crane will ever visit a tonsorial parlor. If anyone can say that '07 isn't the best yet.

There is a sweet senior named Jim Who isn't exactly called slim; When he wears "ice-cream" pants ^LimtricfeS There is such an expanse That we all have to stop to see him.

There is a young lady named Gage Who is clever, for one of her age, She is usually sane If you don't mention "Lane," Then she flies in a terrible rage!

Oh, if you are an epicure And wish a prize to catch, Just go out for a ramble In Helen's Berry patch.

158 Gladys Avery: As sweet as English air can make her, she. Ruth Baker: While we stop to think, we often miss our opportunity. Florence Brandt: I have something in me dangerous. Blanche Brott: Fortune is not satisfied with inflicting one calamity. S. Gertrude Bull ) T . _,,.,„,, r It is sometimes expedient to forget who we are. Edith R. Mason \ F 6 Francis Corry: A fair exterior is a silent recommendation. June Campbell: They are never alone who are accompanied with noble thoughts. Marie Cahill: Happy I am; from care I'm free! Why aren't they all con­ tented like me? Ada De Mooy: Her eyes are homes of silent prayer. Florence Davis: Her stature tall—I hate a dumpy woman. Ruth Edwards: Wit will shine through the harsh cadence of a rugged line. Mildred Gage: I have often regretted my speech—never my silence. Gertrude Germond: I love tranquil solitude. Geraldine Graham: A snapper up of unconsidered trifles. Marie Greenwood: A rolling stone gathers no moss. Florence Heineman: Nay, I'll rant as well as thou. Florence Horsburgh: The lady protests too much, methinks. Hazel Hull: Great Scott! is she not beautiful? Emily Kaercher: Neat, not gaudy. Ruth Kershaw: Her face—oh, call it fair, not pale. Elsie Knobloch: And mistress of herself though china fall. Ada Koehler: Infinite riches in a little room. Adeline Korabek: I have not loved the world, nor the world me. Ada Ludick: Joy rises in me like a summer's morn. Malvina Lux: Not by years, but by disposition, is wisdom acquired. Mary McFadden: Let thy speech be better than silence, or be silent. Ethel MacKenzie: Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and a tear. Myrtle Mason: Woman's at best a contradiction still. Agnes Maurer: Genteel in personage, conduct and equipage. Frieda Meriam: No man is happy who does not think himself so. Hazel Miller: I've done my duty, and I've done no more. Julia Miller: Earth's noblest thing, a woman perfected. Alice Moore: Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty. Nannie Nutting: Patience is a remedy for every sorrow. Florence Ossman: Whom Fortune wishes to destroy she first makes mad. *59 Erma Pomeroy: Give thy thoughts tongue. Corinne Ringel: Heart on her lips, and soul within her eyes. Mayme Robinson: Unblamed through life, lamented in thy end. ILCmOnS Elsie Roodhuysen: The gadding vine. Mabel Rothermel: I'll warrant her heart whole. Flora Schwan: I am slow of study. Mary Simon: And now my task is smoothly done, I can fly or I can run. Viola Slater: Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear. Grace Vogt: The best of me is diligence. Maie Watkins: She doth little kindnesses which most leave undone or despise. Gertrude Weber: Hide me from day's garish eye. Pauline Weitz: A safe companion and an easy friend. Grace Whipple: But still her tongue ran on, the less of weight it bore, with greater ease. Helen Whitslar: Her very frowns are fairer far than smiles of other maidens are. Helen Workman: To be great is to be misunderstood. Florence Kassulker: Fair tresses man's imperial race ensnare. Ida Treat: She is wisdom personified. Rae Ball: The mildest manners with the bravest mind. Fannie Borger: I've lived and loved. Anna Dustin: I wear my heart upon my sleeve. Muriel Miller: With just enough of learning to misquote. Imogene Rose: The very flower of youth. Marie Scannell: As merry as the day is long. Mr. Lothman: I am a man more sinned against than sinning. Mr. Fairbanks: Not lost, but gone before. Mr. Smith: These and a great many more like them, I have had to put up with. Mr. Findley: Think not that thy word and thine alone must be right. Miss Hanna: I must be cruel only to be kind. Zero: 'Tis as easy as lying. Mr. Pearson: He's the very pineapple of learning. Zet. Meeting: Abashed the devil stood. "Mac": Millions of people walk the earth unseen. Pete: I am, sir, a brother of the Angle. Ethel Munro : Mad as a March hare. Ursula Barnard: Constant you are. Eunice Bartlett: Innocence. Nina Boffenmyer: I could love thee, dear, so much. Edith Caldwell: Miss not the discourse of elders. Emma Campbell: I am always in haste, but never in a hurry. Elizabeth Coates: So calm and still. Myrtle Crozier: Her eyes they match the skies. Louise Daus: A woman's noblest station is retreat. Anna Dietz: A maiden meek and mild.

160 Tresa Doyle: Always talking out loud when silence should prevail. Nora Fawley: Most wonderful complexion. Olive Ford: Humility, that law, sweet root, from which all heavenly virtues shoot. HCmOUS Ethel Futch: Music, sphere descended maid, friend of Pleasure, Wis­ dom's aid. Inez Gadbau: An humble, tranquil spirit. Edith Goulding: A beautiful behavior. Florence Grove: Cheerful looks make every dish a feast. Blanche Kloepfer: A virtuous mind in a fair body. Dorothea Knobloch: She has a pretty flow of language. Stella Kraft: That dimpled chin! Estella Kramer: Such a laughing smile. Ethel Landphair: She is pleasant to all mankind. Alma Laubscher: Sweeter also than honey and the honeycomb. Grace Lawes: Always ready to laugh with others. Emily Lowrey: Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks. Alice Lyle: A woman's word, grave sirs, is never done. Bessie MacLeod: Fair and softly goes far. Edna McCormick: One of Ohio's beauties, Tra-la! Loretta McDonough: So resolute of will. Retta McMillin: Slow but sure. Genevieve Maloney: Silence never enters here. Meta Messer: Her voice was ever soft, gentle and low—an excellent thing in woman. Eva Metherell: I hear a voice you cannot hear. Florence Nickles: Manners are the shadows of virtues. Muriel Paskins: I am little—what of that? Clara Philleo: I were but little happy if I could say how much. Abbie Porter: Ye are the salt of the earth. Elsie Ritter: He that is not with me is against me. Hazel Ruth: I slept, and dreamt that life was Beauty. I woke, and found that life was Duty. Elsie Seitz: Little lower than the angels. Esther SinClair: Her eyes! Was ever such a pair? Letitia Stevens: The silence that is in the starry skies (at rhetoricals). Loretta Sweeney: Her silver flow of subtle-paced counsel in distress. Florence Zimmerman: A mind healthful and so well proportionate. Evangeline Anthony: Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold. Helen Farrell: Never gets cross. Agnes Miller: So sweet and voluble is her discourse. Anna Miller: So build we up the being that we are. Jennie Rogers: So reserved. Edith Sidley: She hath athletic soundness. Jessie Evans: We shall be wise perforce. Marie Mequillet: Pearl of great price. Helen Smith: For mine own part I shall be glad to learn of noble men.

161 Butcher: "There's in him stuff that puts him to these ends." Carroll: "A very good piece of work, I assure you, and a merry." Darling: "As you are old and reverend you should be wise." fLetttOnS Fonda: "Forsooth, a great arithmetician." Grover: "May he live longer than I have time to tell his years." Harrison: "This is some fellow who hath been praised for bluntness." Lewis: "These signs have marked me extraordinary." Neilson: "Believe me, an absolute gentleman, full of most excellent dif­ ferences." Roberts: "Silence is the herald of joy." Splittorf: "He doth smile his face into more lines than are in the new map." Steimer: "He plays the viol-de-gambo." Wemple: "A rascally, yea—forsooth—knave." Knight: "An eye like Mars, to threaten and command." Alexander: "And when he speaks 'tis like a chime." Bengert: "Thou art a scholar." Bill: "He's a good drum, but a naughty orator." Braunlich: "He hath studied well and translated well." Crane: "He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath none is less than a man." Lind: "My meaning in saying he is a good man, is to have you under­ stand me, he is sufficient." McClelland: "A light heart lives long." McClintock: "Well, I perceive he is a wise fellow and has good discretion." McLaughlin: "Here's a gentleman and a friend of mine." McMahon: "O ! this learning, what a thing it is." Means: "A merrier man I never spent an hour's talk withal." Mulhern: "He is well paid, that is—well satisfied." Pollock: "Fie! what a spendthrift he is of his tongue." Schmidt: "The gravity and stillness of your youth the world hath noted." Schwan: "Nobly he yokes a smiling with a sigh." Sinnott: "We must, everyone, be a man of his own fancy." Spieth: "Thou'rt a good boy." Straka: "As full of labour as a wise man's art." Taylor, ) "We are gentlemen that neither in our hearts nor outward Vickery: f eyes envy the great nor do the low despise." a 6n e, ' ay [ Two souls without a single thought. Battenfeldr , TJesse ) Beyer: Much study is a weariness to the flesh. Brady: I am Sir Oracle; when I ope my mouth let no dog bark. Cunnea: Brief as a woman's love. Doubrava: How rare the head piece if but brains were there. Freytag: Full big he was of bone and eke of brawn. Haeberle: Think of ease but toil on.

162 Kidney: A man of my kidney. Kraft: I to myself am dearer than a friend. Pierce: The greatest clerks have not been the wisest men. Scott: He knew what is what. ILetUOUS Wright: Oh, I could sleep and sleep and sleep. Siegrist: How the maidens all pursue me. Clark: Let me play the fool. Abbott: I am right sorry for your heaviness. Budde: 'Tis folly to be wise. Crum: An orator, forsooth. Dority: Of quiet and retiring mood. Farasey: Linked sweetness long drawn out. Gardner: Not his the form nor his the eye, that youthful maidens want to fly. Greenstein: His look was mild, his speech was slow. Gregory: Gregory, remember thy swashing blow. Handerson: The very mirror of courtesy. Hart: Nothing is impossible to a willing Hart. Heller: The strength of twenty men. Hopper: With a smile that is childlike and bland. Joseph: If I chance to talk a little wild, forgive me. Keeler: And make each particular hair to stand on end. Keevan: Oh, I could play the woman with my eyes. Frost: Still strive to be a man before your mother. Norris: How sweet and voluble is his discourse. Richardson: A man utterly without ambition. Rodgers: He was indeed an actor of renown. Sabin: A harmless fiery meteor hung for hair. Smith: The man who blushes is not quite a brute. Spero: He wears the rose of youth upon him. Valentine: I am not in the roll of common men. Wadsworth: He draws out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument. Wallace: A man of very contemplative mood. Williams: Our own opinion is never wrong. Murawsky: Fond of humble things. Titus: Forsooth, he was a very prince of mischief makers.

163 Miss Lee related to Ben Hop Lee, the laundryman Miss Hanna " Why, Mark, of course Mr. Smith Everybody ®ux Mr. Lothman " The Slo-cums Miss Bennett " Ben Hur Ceacljers Mr. Twiggs Mr. Wood anb to Whom Mr. Wood Mr. Twiggs Miss Black The colored race Helateb Miss Ingersoll " Bob Mr. Beman " Gum Miss McClellan New York's Mayor Miss Baker DeKlyn's Miss Adams " The Express Company

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i65 1. Primitive Man Pauline Weitz 2. A New Parliamentary Law Meta Messer 3. A Revision of the Ba(i)rds Julia Miller JSeto Poofes 4. A Short Biography of Alexander the Great Gladys Avery 5. The Fusser's Book Elton Norris Heceibeb 6. How to Keep Well Cornelius Abbott 7. A New Encyclopedia Ida Treat 8. U. S. Presidents I Have Met Rolfe Crum 9. Fifty Words in Twelve Seconds Mildred Gage 10. Harper's Daily Corinne Ringel 11. Life of Scott Hazel Hull 12. My Literary Career Frieda Meriam 13. Sketches by Buzz Helen Whitslar 14. The History of Valentine's Day Grace Whipple 15. The Mystery of the Cottage on the Lake Shore Robert B. Keeler 16. Always Warren(ted) S. Gertrude Bull

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166 When Wilma Masten observed silence for two and one-half minutes one-fourth hour—March 14. Meta Messer forgot to bring her notes to American Literature. a^C 3fubeeb Pauline Weitz had nothing to say in College English. ,» TITtM-tfr Abbie Porter came to school late one fine morning. KXjX- Vil/UHv Mr. Knight surprised the class with a civics test. fcOaS d^Ut Of Nathan Wright got 10 in English—February 6. ^Tnt'uf" For a whole week, Mr. Smith forgot that the correct interpretation of jJUUll the question is half the answer. Cornelius Abbott forgot to smile for 45 minutes. Ralph Akins recited in Economy—February 26. Florence Kassulker lost her complexion. Earl Pierce brought his book to English. Miss Hanna was absent from school! ! ! Dudley Scott was captured by a barber. Anna Dietz had her hair done up. Julia Miller flunked in Physics. Rotha Richmond had a fuss with Mr. Findley.

Mr. Schulte—"She had a red mouth and lips of enamel." Mr. Rannells walks into 23 just as someone is translating—"Mercy, mercy!" Pupil (in French)—"They met a young man with his coat buttoned to his chin.- translations She probably meant "up to his chin." Pupil—"At whose house where I was going." Ida Treat—"She threw herself upon his neck and he embraced her with both arms." Mr. Shulte—"That's far enough." Mr. Schulte—"I shall shut up." Can it was? "Iris .... supra caput adstitit"—Dido came down and stood on her head. Mr. Lothman—"Or, Dido holding Aeneas on her lap." Mr. Schulte—"I put my foot into his hand." Pupil—"They brought out a great beer—a sad office." Well, what do you think of that? James McMahon—"The land that holds the breast-bones of Aeneas." Translation of expression—they embraced each other— "They surrounded each other." William F.—"When they saw that they were being slain, they fled."

167 Translation: "Cried someone, who was holding the color of a brick." Translation: "He sold his gold for money." Mr. Schulte (translating) : "Do not think I am translating." ^KranSlatiOnS Translation of "Si elle etait sa fille unique," was whether she was his unique daughter. Puzzle: What did Mr. Schulte mean when he said he smelt powder in the air? Translation of "Der Schlaf ist ein Bild des Todes." The sheep is the image of the toad. Mr. Schulte translates "a bientot" as "bye-bye." The use of bromine as an exterior applicant seems to have made an impression on Miss Bennett this year. S. Smith: "And her companions saw her collapse in her midst with a sword." Latin: "With great strength, Dares shows his face continually." Translation: "An old man, who was the oracle of the burg!" We wonder why the S. P. C. A. is not notified concerning Friday in Room 29. Mr. Smith: "You just cut stop that, young fellow." Mr. Smith : "You leave my girls alone, Chase." There's Ethel Crozier, Munro and Futch. Well, don't these Ethels beat the Dutch? Helen Workman (in French) : "And she handed him her hand." Rolfe tries his hand at joke-making: "Those eggs I ate for breakfast weren't what they were cracked up to be." Miss Adams: Decline "that man." F. W.: "I can't." F. Z. (taking charge of class): "Any corrections?" F. R.: "Florence." F. Z.: "What is it?" F. R.: "Your comb's coming out." Translation: And her feet fell down to the ground. C. Spero: "Come and consume the fatal ships with me." Miss B.: Do you see the origin of "amorphous/' Helen? H. S.: Well, "amor" means love. E. Gardner (in English) : The foots are very irregular.

There is a young lady named Treat, Whose attractiveness cannot be beat, Although she's post grad, She's really not bad; Jingles And the way she talks is a feat.

168 There was a young maiden named Mill, She hardly ever was still, And although she was small She was loved by all, ^[tUttleS For what could we do without Mill?

Here's to good old Joe Fogg; In football he knew much And we surely will be lucky If we get another such.

There once was a teacher—Miss Hanna— Who had a very businesslike manner; In room eighteen She had 'em scared green For fear she'd come and give them one of those twenty-five minute lectures.

We sure are as good As the angels in heaven And loved by our teachers (?) The class of '07.

There is a young maid named Marie Whom every bright day you may C Walking along And singing a song So care-free a maiden is she.

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The moon broke through the flying clouds, And bathed the hill in fleeting shrouds; £ista Woke Lista from her dream-filled sleep, glummuS, '03 Her chamber bathed in shadows deep, The breeze her golden tresses stirred, A sweet-tuned sound the maiden heard; It seemed like "Lista, Lista, come with me, Lista, Lista, come and see!"

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She rose, the curtains trembling drew— A lady beautiful to view, With fairest face all smiles stood there. Her robes were snowy-hued, her hair Of golden brown fell gently o'er Her beckoning arms. The night air bore The sound of "Lista, Lista, come and see! Lista, Lista, come and see!"

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The lady turned with nodding head, The wondering maiden quickly led Through misty pastures white with frost, The mellow new-ploughed fields were crossed, 'Jf ieitfl The lady hurried on before, JUSlt* The sweet voice murmuring o'er and o'er The name of "Lista, Lista, you and me, Lista, Lista, we shall see!"

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The woodlands gathered fast around, Drear shadows lined the leaf-strewn ground; The whimpering wild dog sulked away, The owl in silence left its prey, The ghastly trees rushed silent by; Alone the lady's fitful cry Would echo, "Lista, Lista, you and me, Lista, Lista, follow me!"

At last they were where mists hung low, Where waters wide and dark below Flowed gurgling by their path unseen— The lady with a step serene Led Lista down, down through the mist, And faintly, had one stopped to list, Came sounds of "Lista, Lista, canst thou see? Lista, Lista, follow me!"

VI. At last upon the farther bank The mists from round the lady sank, She turned and raised her bleached hands, Her white hair lay in waxy strands Across her sunken face. She hissed A chilly cry across the mist, A bleak-like "Lista, Lista, thus and thee, Lista, Lista, now canst see?"

173 VII. So now when autumn storms race o'er The moonlit sky and meadows hoar, When mists hang on the river's brink, Xista And gurgling voices rise and sink, Fantastic shapes through woodlands play And mystic whispers seem to say, "Oh, hear thou, Lista, Lista, where is she? Lista, Lista's gone to see!"

i. Sing me a song, oh, beloved, Sing me a song of the day When the sun will rise in his glory Wot Nebbing And chase the late stars away; When the cock will welcome the morning, And the bob-white in answer will say, Alumnus, '03 Their day, their day, their wedding day! II. Sing me a song, oh, my darling, Of the morn when the red roses blow, When their fragrance will waft to thy window And tell of who's waiting below; When the robins will sing in the cherries, And the listening bob-white will say, Her day, his day, their wedding day! III. Then sing me a song, oh, my true love, Of the hour when the sun is at rest, And the stars are waking and blinking, While the moon is crossing the crest; And 'mid silence and fragrance around us, For the sleeping bob-white I'll say, Thy day, my day, our wedding day!

174 OT long ago I paid a visit to the University of Michigan at Ann Arbor, which I once attended. I was surprised and indeed gratified N to find some of the students, whom I had seen come to the University with flabby features, uncertain gazes and the sickly sentimental views of boyish braggarts, developed into young men with clean-cut features, close (Optimism trimmed hair, steady eyes and firm grips of the hand. I mentioned this fact OTalter to a student of my acquaintance whom I had known in his embryonic stage ffltt}tnbaum, '03 and who had developed into a young man clean of features and clean of heart, with a fund of common sense in his head. "Well," he responded, "the University makes you optimistic. It does not concern me whether it rains or shines. I have my education and I do not fear to take my chances in the world." I thought at that time that if the University could do that for a man it was doing God's work indeed; for optimism is not mere light­ headedness, gaiety, or merry moods. Optimism is erected on the solid rock of common sense, reared on courage, and based on hope. Optimism is the most deadly opponent of fear, the fiercest enemy of superstition. Fear shackles the progress of the world and the advance of the human mind. Optimism will have none of this. "Away with fear!" it cries. "Let us have real progress, let us have the light, the truth about things!" Optimism is the insistent demand that life is worth while living, that the world is sweet, that enjoyment is pure, and the unyielding demand that man can and will enjoy himself on this mundane sphere. Optimism is not blind. It does not soak itself with narcotics and, thus, blind to the facts as they are, snatch a maudlin enjoyment. Optimism insists on the truth as it is and then snaps its fingers in the face of misfortune. Let it shine or rain, it will find a way to be happy at all times. "What ho!" it cries, "my soul is part of the eternal creation. My spirit is indom­ itable. I am the architect of my own fate; the moulding of my character is in my own hands; my happiness is of my own making. Away with fears and crouchings and this crawling close along the earth. We want none of the medieval idea that man was born to be cursed, or the ancient idea that "happier is the day of death than the day of birth." If die I must, let my cause but be a good one and my death shall be the happiest moment of my existence. Optimism will still triumph in the end." There was an old man, so the tale runs, who placed over his grate fire words somewhat to this effect: "I am an old man and I wish to rest. I have had many troubles in my days, few of which have occurred." Look you! Will you not almost have forgotten tomorrow what is a burden of worry on your shoulders today? In a week hence will not the event be but a dim, indistinct memory, and in a month from today could you for money and jewels recall what clamped your soul and held your heart in a grip of iron, while your whole nature shrunk and your intellect was maimed by fear? Then prithee, why this great concern today over that which you will forget tomorrow? It is ignorance, faint-heartedness andi fear that prompts the worry and the care that dashes your spirits. Fear is a coward's work, upon which your pessimism is fed.

175 How now, gentle reader, the cares of the nation, the turning of the world in its orbit, the swinging of the celestial bodies do not depend on whether you draw a long face and crouch under a load of care. You have but to d^PtitniSffl lo°k the WOI"ld m the face, smile, laugh, commit fear and its cohorts to the beat of Pluto's realm and you will do your fellow men the greatest blessing that lies within your power. Fool of a man, you and all your kind can but feed and clothe and house yourselves and provide entertainment for yourselves. That is all you ever have done. That is all you ever can do. Does the earth so unwill­ ingly yield its products that you must grow round of shoulder to give your­ self a few bits of food and raiment, a roof over your head and a few pictures and books and dramas? Optimism will teach you better. If parent or book, school or university teach you optimism, thank your teacher well, for optimism will turn life to a treasure and your heart to a fountain of joy. Forget not, you have had many troubles, few of which have occurred.

I stood at the hill's black base, And gazed up its steep ascent, And just at its summit the witching moon Peeped over, and radiance lent. Wot Jfloon How shyly, how coyly she peeped, jUaib's And, soft as a flowing rill, I heard her voice: "O, come to the top, »ooing Come up to the top of the hill!"

TOUarb ©emtUe Can you wonder I clambered aloft, -Price, '05 And pushed through the bushes and briar, And stumbled and fell and again arose, And ardently scrambled on higher? For still, from the tip of the hill, Down floated this gentle plea, In words like the murmur of leaves: "Do come, O' come up the hill—to me!"

I reached the top of the hill, And joyously raised my head, And, lo! like a flash, to the heavens' high arch, My coquettish maid had fled. She leaned through a fleecy cloud, And beckoned me with her eyes, And tauntingly whispered: "Come up, do come, Just spread out your wings and rise!"

176 HERE is in Chicago an organization composed of the oldest physicians and surgeons of that city, formed in 1870, which proudly boasts that T it has never lost a member by death, although the same men who founded the society are now its only members, the youngest of whom is now fifty-seven years of age. 3&x. Wilson, It was the occasion of their thirty-fifth annual banquet, and when the Hebibiscus time for the usual speeches had arrived our venerable president, Dr. Baker, fflpton $£. now eighty-two years old, arose to make the proposal that, instead of the usual lengthy talks, each member should relate an incident or event in his Cofm,'02 life which he considered of interest to the others. This suggestion was greeted with enthusiasm, and in turn each of us told a story, all being of? such quality as to warrant chronicle. I shall, however, relate only the strange tale as told by Dr. Charles Jay Wilson, the last speaker of the evening. We had always known him as a reserved and dignified friend. Of late, however, he had seemed in better spirits, more jovial, so that we expected something humorous as he arose and began: "Gentlemen, we have listened to some remarkably strange and highly interesting narratives this evening, so that I fear that anything I should say may prove dull and tiresome. I shall, however, endeavor to relate what I consider the most striking and vital incident of my humble career. It was a bleak November night five years ago that a man was carried into one of the private wards of the City Hospital, having been struck by a fast moving passenger train, and although no outward marks showed on his person, it seemed evident that he was fatally injured internally. The latter proved to be the case, and at the patient's request a priest was summoned to administer the last rites to the dying. As the holy man approached the cot and beheld the visage of the other, the reverend gentleman gave a mighty start, un­ noticed, however, by the other. " 'Father, I am dying, so I want your forgiveness and blessing before my soul leaves this body. My name is Wilson—Dr. Clark Jay Wilson. I had a twin brother Charles, and we were so nearly alike in every way that even our relatives sometimes became confused as to our identity. We graduated from the medical college together and settled down in our home city to practice. Then it was that Ethel Stuart entered my life. To be brief, I became engaged to marry her after a short courtship. It was three days before the marriage ceremony that my brother was summoned to a village twelve miles to the north to attend a patient. Having nothing par­ ticular to engage me, I volunteered to accompany him, as the journey must be made by horse and the road was a desolate one. We were homeward bound, the night was fearful, and we rode in silence. Soon we overtook a lone rider whom I recognized as young Ryan, the son of our wealthiest resident, and toward whom we were not very friendly. He had been a suitor for the hand of Miss Stuart and had been rejected. As we were about to pass him he made an insulting remark which reflected upon the honor of the young lady. I know not what possessed me, but without replying to his words I drew my pistol and fired. A terrible moan of agony told me only too well that my shot had struck. We dismounted hastily, and a rapid

177 examination disclosed the fact that his right lung had been pierced. I was a murderer! That was the thought which instantly came to my whirling brain. I must hang, and my wedding day, so soon to come, would never ^Bt*. ^HlSOn dawn- As I stood dumbfounded, crying like a babe, my brother (God bless him!) drew me away and whispered hoarsely in my ear: "Jay, he cannot Eebtoiscus live—a few hours at the most and he will have attained his final rest. Listen, and do as I direct. Do you carry Ryan to town quickly. He does not know that you fired the shot. You are to be married soon, while I have no one but you to keep me here. Tell the authorities that it was I who murdered yon scoundrel, and I shall flee. Jay, good-bye, and may God give you courage to perform your part as I shall mine. Good-bye." Gripping my hand and implanting a kiss upon my cheek, he disappeared into the darkness, and I have never since looked upon his face. Ryan expired soon after I reached town, and when I, coward that I was and thinking only of myself and my love for Miss Stuart, lied to the authorities and told them the story as planned by my brother, he became a fugitive from justice, while I have eked out a miserable existence of duplicity through all these years.' "During the narration he had not once opened his eyes. With a prayer, the priest bent over the dying man and, drawing back his hood, said calmly: 'Jay, did you ever see this face before?' As if in a dream, the other opened his eyes, then with a convulsive start he lunged forward, grasping the hand of the man of God, and cried, 'Charley, my brother!' They were his last words—when the priest felt for the heart action there was none, and he prayed for the departed soul." Among us there was a deadly silence as the speaker paused to sip some water and dry the perspiration on his wet brow. "I fear," he continued, "that I am becoming tiresome, so I shall endeavor to finish in the fewest possible words. You all no doubt recall the sensation caused by the mysterious death of Father Williams five years ago on Decem­ ber 28th in City Hospital. He was the priest who entered the hospital that night and was brought out a dead man. I shall now clear that mystery when I tell you that Father Williams was the priest who heard that dying man recognize him as his brother. The events as they transpired were these: When the holy man saw that his brother was dead he felt that he had done his duty. He had turned priest so that his brother's happiness might be preserved. Without hesitation he disrobed and dressed the corpse in the churchly garments and took his place in the bed. Then, calling for help what was the surprise of the attendants to find the holy man dead and the other quite improved. In a few days the patient was discharged as cured, and the authorities of the hospital are to this day unable to explain the death of a seemingly well man and the recovery of a seemingly dying man." Wilson sat down, and we remained dumb in our seats at the explanation of an event which had startled the country from ocean to ocean. Finally Dr. Dunlap arose and, addressing him upon whom we were all gazing: "Just a question, doctor. How did you come into possession of this knowledge and why have you never disclosed the facts before?" .Again Wilson arose and spoke, this time in a shaken and rather husky voice: "I shall consent to

178 answer those questions, although I should have remained silent had I not been asked. Gentlemen, I know these statements of mine to be the truth because—because—I—was—that—priest!" "What!" "You!" "Impossible" and like expressions of surprise and J^Y ^^ilSOn incredulity greeted this announcement, but, lifting his hand for quiet, the speaker continued: "Quite true, my friends, I was that priest, and the reason Ikbtoiscus I did not disclose the facts immediately at the time was that I was compelled to take my brother's place as the husband of his wife, but now that she is dead the secret may as well be out. You will remember that we studied medicine together, so that it was a simple matter for me to continue my brother's practice. Thus you see that, although my name was enrolled as a member of this organization at its inception, I am a comparative stranger among you, and even when you address me as Jay I feel no compunction in answering to that name, for you will recall that my brother was Clark Jay Wilson, always being addressed by his middle name (Jay being our mother's maiden name; mine is also C. Jay Wilson). And now, gentlemen, I propose a toast to your departed colleague, my brother, of whose death even his closest associates were in ignorance, Dr. Clark Jay Wilson." Having finished, our president arose, and with a tremor said: "My friends, I propose a toast—to the one who has taken up the life where our departed colleague left it—to him who has proved to us that there can still be heroes even in times of peace—to him who can hold up his head and proudly say to all the world, T am a man.' Gentlemen, the health of the living Dr. Wilson." And we drank in silence.

179 WAS meant to be a boy but in the Here-be-Fore, where I came from, they made a mistake and packed me in a girl's box. The young couple to I whom I was sent had ordered a boy, but when I was delivered, they had ttlSslnO 3 ant t0 keep me and make the best oi &> for on the box was printed in large black attW Vtltl-M 3f( letters: No exchanges made on Saturdays. ttUU wljff 31 I remember little of what happened, until I decided that I might as well Came tO talk and walk like other children, even if I was a girl. Then people were tfTl'lTTfriYfr surPrised7 and began to wonder, and have speculated about me ever since. KbUUl^l Throwing away dainty dolls and picture books, I nearly broke my neck on C 1&. §S>. '06 a Premstoric hobby-horse, though I eventually killed the horse, and revelled in the noise I could make on drums and tin horns belonging to neighbor boys. Then there came a great event in my life. A real boy came to live with my parents and me, and shortly after, another came, too; we played together all the time "pretending things." Our grandfather was an old soldier, and told us many stories of the war and pioneer days. So sometimes we were Indians hunting buffalos, and when tired chasing the cows with stones, would sit on the rail fence and eat wild berries, declaring that bison meat was certainly good. Again we were soldiers sending the Johnny Rebs clear to Africa, and the minnows darted hither and thither in the creek, and little crabs more slowly sought shelter under slimy stones. Or perhaps we were the United States cavalry chasing Indians, and the long suffering chickens and turkeys fluttered about, or roosted in the apple trees,— impenetrable mountain fastnesses. Thus my life was happy and care-free until I was seven years old. Then the mother of five, gentle, ladyfied girls came a-visiting, and my troubles began. My hair, which had always been cut short, was allowed to grow, and was coaxed into curls which had to be combed at least twice every day. I had to wear dainty light dresses with lots of buttons and lacy stuff, and couldn't go barefoot, and was told not to ride astride the horses and pigs. However, I rebelled frequently, and about bed-time would appear all dirty and ragged, though happy. For how can a fellow climb barbed-wire fences and trees, or ride any domestic animal, or catch minnows, or eat all kinds of wild stuff without losing buttons, tearing "flub-dubs," or smearing one's face and hands and clothes with lasting walnut or berry stains? School was suggested as a remedy, and they brought us to the city. We learned to read, and for many winters following did little else. For in books we found, in a measure, a continuation of our former life. There were Indians, wars, travels and adventure enough read by us to last during several lifetimes. The other children ridiculed us and called us book-worms, but we pitied them for their ignorance of our greatest pleasure, and they in turn envied us our wild, free summers on the farm. During my high school career I found two girls whom I respected and admired, and unconsciously they helped convert a tom-boy. But even enforced reading of literature, and "nice" girls who read love stories and "got stuck on" boys left many untouched places in my character. In the sciences of the high school course I found great pleasure, and cherished in my heart was the hope that I might some time go to a technical school or

180 college. But no, they sent me to a college for women, the finest in the land, of course, but which my chums, the boys, call "Fern. Sem." Even now, sometimes cowboys and Indians banish Latin and trigonometry to grim, foreboding phantoms, but the ghosts always return more realistic than before, and four years from now I may be a cultured young lady. IS am anb tofjp I came to CoEege

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181 SEPTEMBER. 10. School opens. Back to the mines! 17. Monday—No English books. 18. Athenaeum convenes. 20. The Freshmen are told the merits of the Athletic Association. 24. Monday—No English books.

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OCTOBER. 1. Monday—No English books. 12. East 6, Oberlin High 0. 20. East 4, Oberlin Academy 0. 25. Mr. Seamore gives a lecture on "Frederic the Great," during the fourth hour. 26. Freshman reception, i. e., the Baby Show.

182 NOVEMBER. 3. East 25, Central 10. Let's see—that's about four times, isn't it? 9. First Rhetoricals. Presentation of "Ulysses." Calenbar 10. East 32, West 5. 16. East 11, Akron 0. 24. East 12, U. S. 5. For the first time. 28. Presentation of "Thank Goodness, the Table is Spread!" Those Perfect Ladies! 28. First Senior Informal.

DECEMBER. 2. Dudley got a hair cut. 3. Athenaeum football spread. Some very excellent toasts were given. 14. Boys received sweaters. "I wish to thank the school and the Faculty and Mr. Rannells"—as usual. 19. Miss Hanna was absent. First time in fifteen years. 21. Christmas Rhetoricals. Junior Informal to Seniors. Vacation begins. For one brief moment! 28. Alumni dance. "Once more, dear home!"

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JANUARY. 2. Second semester commences. 8. A policeman "butted" in to Athenaeum meeting. "Shut the door, the house is pinched!" 9. De Alton V. sports a red necktie. 10. Mr. Potter gives us a talk on Education in England. "Of course we are the finest school, etc." 16. Miss Stone and Miss Pettel, from Kentucky, give us a splendid idea of the work done in the mountain schools. 18. Earl Keevan nearly put the Auditorium piano on the "bum." 25. East beat Central in basketball. Central, wake up! 30-31. Mid-year exams. 'Nuff sed.

FEBRUARY. 1. The President of the Senior Class gives a party. 6. Nathan Wright got 10 in English. 20. De Alton wears the red tie. 22. Junior Rhetoricals. Presentation of "Mrs. Busby's Pink Tea" and "A Pair of Spectacles." Junior Informal.

184 MARCH. 2. East comes out ahead in the track meet. "There's life in the old dog yet." 5. The Athenaeum presents a play to the society. 8. Athenaeum G. L. S. dance. Calenbar 9. We lose to University. Foiled again! 13. James McMahon made a brilliant recitation in Latin. Other papers please copy. 15. East beats Central in debate, but Central exceeds in art work. 16. Well, well! De Alton wears a red cravat. 19. Hurrah! Dudley has his hair cut. 20. We hear a delightful musicale during the fourth hour. 22. Easter vacation commences. Such weather! APRIL. 1. Mr. Smith got to school early. April Fool! 3. De Alton sports tan shoes! 4. Miss Knox, of Western College, talks to the Senior girls. 10. The Dartmouth Dramatic Club presents "One Night Only." 11. The Dartmouth boys remain in town for various reasons. 12. East celebrates her first "College Day." May there be many more of them. 15. The Class Day speakers are chosen.

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TEMPERANCE Originators and Sole Manufacturers of the Famous NO 1.FREAK; S MORAL HUMPHREY POP CORN FAKES OR AND UPLIFTING HUMPHREY CANDY FRESH PEOPLE DANCING ROLLER BOATING SKATING BATHING SCENIC RAILROAD FIGURE 8 BOWLING BOX BALL SERIAL SWING CAROUSAL MERRY=GO=ROUND OCEAN WAVE CAMPING PICNIC GROUNDS POP CORN REFRESHMENTS PHOTO STUDIO MOVING PICTURES PONY TRACK AUTOMOBILE BILLIARDS We take this occasion to thank the pupils GARAGE AND POOL and alumni of East High School for the generous patronage we have RESTAURANT AUTOMATIC received from them. ILLUSTRATED VAUDEVILLE SONGS GREEN GRASS OWNERS THE HUMPHREY CO. <>«**"** LAKE BREEZES

Poet: All I need is an opening, sir. Editor: What is the matter with the one you just came through ? Our The Regulation Sailor Suits Cowell & Hubbard For SCHOOL GIRLS Company have the rich, subdued tones of refinement— Jewelry, Precious Stones and yet have the Silverware touches of color to Fine Porcelain make them girlish. Stationery and Engraving Eye Glasses

Euclid Avenue, Corner East Sixth Street fije Halle fros. (fto. GARFIELD BUILDING 429 to 439 EUCLID AVE. Cleveland

A newly-captured horse-thief, Little Willie one day tore Dangling from a tree, All the clothes off Theodore In a hoarse whisper muttered, Gleefully he shouted, "There! "This suspense is killing me." Now you're just a Teddy bare!"

The TO SEW ON THE White WHITE Incorporated 1849. is made in two IS — ItorietU for g*axmt0& movements— A JOY; iit the (Situ of ffitsoetanft. Vibrating and Rotary Shuttle—the Individual Deposits $51,259,209.74 latter doing :&' Surplus Fund - - 2,750,000.00 both lock and Undivided Profits 517,508.92 chain stitching.

Our H. T. Catalogs are tree. Eighty Thousand Eight Hundred They give full details. Twenty-four Depositors White Sewing Machine Company 96 PROSPECT STREET If you can't subtract numbers unless they are like, how is it that you can take six peaches from four trees ?

Photos by Newman

r\UR standard has gained ^-^ for us a reputation wher­ ever artistic Photography is appreciated.

QUALITY IS OUR MOTTO THE NEWMAN STUDIO 647 Euclid BOTH PHONES

D. J. H.: "If Mr. F calls on me today, I'll be up a tree." E. F. B.: "He'll call you down." FORD GROCERY CO., 8133 Wade Park Ave. Choice Groceries, Fruits ana Vegetables

J. F. CORLETT & CO. IRON and STEEL 1320-1322-1324 Rockefeller Bldg., Cleveland, Ohio

E. E. Admire ,_y—i^ — Pres. Pythian Temple, Opposite Y. M. C. A. Superior in its facilities and unrivaled in the success of its graduates Beautiful Catalogue Free

We have a dear teacher called There is a charming young "Pete," maiden named Mill, Whom at Math it would be hard Who flirts with the boys fit to to beat, kill; But he oft makes us weary She is so petite, With jokes sad and dreary, And her smile is so sweet, Which we've many times heard When you see her your heart him repeat. wont keep still.

SURPLUS FUNDS or societies, corporations ana individuals received and interest paid at tne rate 01 4 PER CENT. ON SAVINGS ACCOUNTS 2 PER CENT. ON CHECKING ACCOUNTS

Safe Deposit Boxes ana Storage Space Rented. Real Estate Department in charge of competent Manager. Loans made on Real Estate and Collateral Security. Prepared to act in every Legitimate Trust Capacity.

Capital and Surplus $2,000,000 Assets over $14,000,000

THE GUARDIAN SAVINGS AND TRUST COMPANY Guardian Bldg. Wade Bldg. 322 Euclid Avenue 803 Superior Avenue N. W. A. G. Spalding & Bros. 741 EUCLID AVENUE

Largest Athletic Outfitters in the World Base Ball, Tennis and Golf Goods

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There was a young chemistry tough, A little bird sat on a telegraph wire While mixing some compounded stuff, And said to his friends, "I declare, Dropped a match in the vial and after a while If wireless telegraphy comes into vogue, They found his front teeth and a cuff. We'll have to sit on the air."

CENTRAL INSTITUTE DAY AND NIGHT SCHOOL ( English Drafting DEPARTMENTS Business Engineering ( Shorthand Preparatory

Pupils fitted for College, Technical, Law, Medical or Dental School in two years of day school or in three years of night school Central Institute Willson-Scovffl, 2481 E. 55th St. Can the air brake ? No, but the coal-oil can.

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The fellow in school who didn't care is the same fel­ low in business, older, more determined to do only good enough when his best efforts are demanded — You know him—perhaps he's your printer.

For our Teachers: "Go, mark him well."—Scott. The Euclid Ice Cream Company

Manufacturers of

PURE ICE CREAM AND ICES

Wholesale and Retail

5304-5308 Windsor Avenue N. E.

PHONES Bell, East 2462 Cuyahoga, Central 8926 W

There is a young lady in 20 Lives of Juniors all remind us, And if you are good as a guesser We can make our lives sublime You would think it, to judge by her name And, departing, leave behind us That she always carried a—knife. Note books for some weaker mind.

Bell, Doan 1145 L Cuy. Cent. 6474 The Sportsman's Supply George L. Bivins Company Livery and Boarding

1714 Crawford Rd. N. E. Cleveland

Athletic Outfitters Boats, Etc. JACOB DECKER

722 PROSPECT AVENUE, 5. E. 7041 Superior Avenue Opposite the Electric Building FINE FOOTWEAR Cleveland, O. COLLISTER C& SAYLE

BASE BALL OUTFITTERS Cuyahoga Building, 317 Superior Street BICYCLES AND ATHLETIC GOODS

COLLISTER <& SAYLE

How dear to our heart Of him who'll not pay up Is the price of subscription We shrink from description, When any subscriber For, perchance, dear reader, Presents it to view. That one might be you.

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Home Made Delicacies The

pt East 876 Telling Brothers 6122 Euclid Avenue <»" Bell Cuyahoga East 1251 X Cent. 4374 R Company FLINTA C& NORD Grocers Fresh Vegetables a Specialty

Special attention given to telephone orders. Orders PRIVATE BRANCH EXCHANGES delivered to all parts of the city. TO EAST HIGH PUPILS Learn to do Business in a Bank HE time to learn is in youth. One of the ways of learning is to open Ta savings account and get accustomed to the ways of banks with reference to money placed therein. Such an education has the merit of teaching one a useful thing, as well as having money to show during the process of such education. An education in banking and bank methods is valuable to women as well as men, therefore girls as well as boys can profit by learning as well as by saving. Get a dollar—earn it—save until you have it, and open an account in THE DEPOSITORS SAVINGS & TRUST COMPANY, and watch it grow. Add to it and watch that grow. Get accustomed to going to a bank while you are young We pay 4 per cent interest on savings deposits, and welcome the accounts of the young The Depositors Savings £& Trust Company 312 SUPERIOR AVENUE N. E. Tom L. Johnson, President E. W. Doty, Secretary Leopold Einstein, Vice President J. P. Kraus, Treasurer Paul D.Jones, Assistant Treasurer

One teacher's name is Edwin L., The 'leventh and tenth of May we had At Latin he is smart as anything, A play as fine as peaches, To try to bluff him is no use, And no one ever wonders why, For he will only raise the dickens. For Miss O'Grady teaches.

Juliers Leaders WELBAKE BREAD, BUTTERNUT FLORODORA

The Julier Baking Company YOU'RE THE MAN WE'RE AFTER WELL PRO­ TECT ACCIDENTS WILL HAPPEN, YOU IN THE BEST OF FAMILIES, TOO; WITHOUT RESPECT TO PERSONS AND THE NEXT ONE MAY BE YOU. AT SMALL COST

THE BANKERS IDENTIFICATION COMPANY Home Office, 804-7 Rose Building, Cleveland, Ohio

If an S and I and an O and U If an S and an I and a G With an X at the end spell su, And a HED spell cide; And an E and a Y and an E spell I, There is nothing left for a speller to do Pray, what is a speller to do? But go and commit siouxeyesighed.

CRUMMEL & STYLISH SHOES AND COMPANY OXFORDS FOR MEN AND BOYS would appreciate the patronage of the East $3.00 and $3.50 High School Students for DORNfEgSHOE Engraving Pictures

Books Stationery "On the Square' Williamson Bldg. Furniture selling is a business. When an excessive profit is included in the selling price it ceases to be a business. The location of the KRAUSS STORE permits a minimized expense — less expense allows lower prices, and coupled with only a living profit, the success of the KRAUSS STORE has been a natural outcome. Comparisons are invited. You cannot buy better furniture, nor findth e prices more reasonable, no matter where you look. KRAUSS FURNITURE CO. Opposite 59th Street 6000 Euclid Avenue

Little Willie, tired of play, Willie with bullets made of lead Pushed sister in the well one day. The neighbor's twins was filling— Said mother, as she drew the water His mother fondly smiled and said " 'Tis difficult to raise a daughter." "Well, ain't he just two killing!"

Anderson s East High Book Store Dancing Academy NVe solicit your patronage the coming year, the same (PRIVATE) as in the past, and -will en­ deavor to please you with 6124 Euclid Avenue everything of the best in the market. Trie Largest ana Best Appointed Dancing School in Baseoa.il ana Tennis Goods America All Kinds of School Books and School Supplies OPEN OCTOBER TO MAY Both Telephones C. T. MANCHESTER, Prop.

8118 Decker Ave. N. E. South of High School Building We cleanse everything you wear The Universal Dry Cleansing Company

MAIN OFFICE AND WORKS J220 EAST 7JST STREET

Bell East 1993 Cuyahoga Cent. 365 J 10 STORES

Ice cream he bought his true love "Unhand me!" cried the heroine: And she ate, and ate, and ate, The villain clenched his fists. Until her heart she gave him "You know I can't do that," he snapped; To make room for one more plate. "They're fastened to your wrists."

W. H. Myers Moes Brothers Fancy Groceries Dialers in Fresh, Salt and Smoked Fruits, Canned Meats, Fish, Oysters and Goods, Etc. Game in Season

Both Phones 7035 - 7037 Superior Ave. Bell East 863 J 1307 Addison Road

John Jacoby & Son The Arnstine Bros. Co.

'Dry Goods, Ladies' and cManufacturing Gents' Furnishings, Jewelers Household Goods Silversmiths

New Idea Patterns 7036 and 7038 Superior Ave. Designs furnished for class pins. 553 Rose Building Who are our hold-up men? Why, Dud and Cleve.

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One fellow in our class is Farasey, Fair-I-see, at jumping.