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Tr·ack .........................•... 12!1-131 'ross l'ountr·~ ...........•...•.... 132-133 T<·nnis ................•.......... 134-13;; llaR<•llall .•.....•............•..•.. 136-13 l\Iy • ightmar·•· ..........•........... 1:1!1 :lft"<litations ................•........ 13!1 .\lumni .........................•.... 140·1 r.3 Ht-t'ollt•ctions of .\n Old (;nul ..... . 141-143 Tht• Lay of tht- Captain's ll on n y Hay :\Ian· ...................... . 144 11;; 1-tt>nliniscPncps of a Forrn~r· TPach~r 14 6-14 Ht-minisct•nt'<·s of a Tt>n·YPar Grad .. ll!l-1f>O Tht• Alumni as Spc•n by An Outsi<lpr 1 :il-l 53 \\'ho .\ r·p Th<'Y? ......•............... 1 f>4 Jt-sts ...................•............ 1il5-16!1 Lt-t l'H nin• Thanks .............•.... 1711 Tht• J•;n<l •........•.........•........ 17 J .·napshots . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . • . . . . . . ... 172-173 .\utugraphs .•.......•......•..••... 174·17fo o • •• , ••• ���u pon disobedience. The aind at not think of ttael! too highly; it te not the ooi!IID8nder-in-ah1e! of IIAn •a dutin7. //.,.,.., . ~,..1. January 2.2,1913. crenter than reason. Faith 18 Pascal truly eaye that • the heart ha e reasons that the r'lsaon cannot underst and, beoaue e the heart ie of an 1nftn1tel;r higher order. • Learning 1e good, but rememl:er always thnt " the fear of God 1e the bes1nn1ng of 'Yiedoo. Mr. Qu·l Cranston, Jr., Religion is the moat practical thin& ..,tth ..,!tich =n hae to deal, vnnaging .E)iitor • Annus.l, ., &L~t because it alone gives hio. a conception of life, and f'tlrniahea Side High Sorool, a foundation upon ,.hiah a :c:oral code ean be built. The eeoond ter.~ptation is to put salfteh interests Den"\' er, Colorado. lllj' dear Jlr. cranet on : - above the common g<)od, - the taoptation to regard education aa You may quote me as aaying: " A request for ad\' :: <.:, Let not the trainin& of the mind wean you frol!l aym.- aervioa. cran ad by a response which will be uaeful, and the obli&ation pathy ri'th your fellows. to lllllke auoh answer ia the greater, lfhen, as in this caee, it that larger etrangth at the eervice of those ..,ho are weaker and is to reach a large number of students. I need not dwell upon the necessity !or education; it may be assumed that thoeb to who111 these words are addressed already appreciate t he vital importance of mental training. The;r .El1uoation will make you stronger; put 'learn a lesson of psramount i~ortance, namely, that life is !lleasure4, not b;t what .oe get out of t.he -:'Tarld, but by what Ya put into the "''rld. I ventura to offer these two euggeetione for yoUl r.ood rather to be warned against t he temptations that come 'With annual, in the hope that they n:ay, in aooe soall degree, education, and there are t'TO 'Whic h moat deserve consideration. strengthen your readers for " lar&e oontri bution to the wel- The first tellptation is to forget God, the sin of t he first }'air in the garden of lll.en grer out of a determinat i on to truet tho head instead of tho heart, The,. could not aeo why limitations ware placed upon thelll, and therefore they resolved --- a means of getting ahead of others rather than a me ans of larger rrom a student to one who has paaaed middle life can best ba !sn of society and thue ,luetify a large return fr= society. 11 Very' truly- your a • ~ /It('~ .. - v--......... ��A 1IDJnr1l front ®ur Alumnus ~nurrnor In the days of political unrest, the teachings of three great rr.ericans stand out a a beacon-light of hope. Jeffer on put into concrete words the sentiment that created a nation of free men . Washington set the example neces ary for the perpetuation of this republic by declining a third term as president. Lincoln gave us an unerring chart to enduring popular government. As we have followed the lessons of these splendid patriots we have grown and prospered in material, social and political wealth. If the blessings of equal rights and opportunities guaranteed by the princ.ples of the Declaration of Independence are to continue, we must stand with Washington for limited terms of office, and heed the inspired warning of the martyred Lincoln at Gettysburg. A trend toward centralization and continuance in office is not true progressivism, but the reverse. If our republican institutions are to endure, they must be kept on the foundations laid by the Declaration of Independence and controlled by the spirit which animated Washington and Lincoln. Above all, our boys and girls should be taught the underlying principles of our government, to adhere to their purpose, to shun elfishness in public life, to avoid hero worship, to withstand the impul es of passion, to jealously guard uprightness in official life, and to be truly progressive in perfecting republican institutions rather than by displacing them with the discarded bureaucracy or arbitrary system of government of olden times. --- �~nur, r&ut Nnt llfnrgnttrtt The other day, a boy stepped up to me in the hall, pulled a piece of paper from his pocket, and held it out to me, saying, "What do you think of that?" I looked, and looked again, wondering what I did "think of that," and why the little picture upon the paper proved o fa cinating, yet so tantalizing. Gradually recognition dawned upon me. There, looking up at me, were feature which I ought certainly to recognize, for they have confronted me for many year - critically in clas -room, mil:ngly over banquet table, earnestly in private conversation, peremptorily in conference with boys and girl of varying degrees and characters, jollily at cadet encampments, thoughtfully at committee meetings, and in many, many moods at social gathering , upon peakers' platforms, in teachers' meetings, during opening exerci es, and so on, until the mind grows weary of trying to recall the occasions. There were the features, sure enough, and had I been about twenty years younger, with a less perfectly matured bump of reverence, I hould probably have exclaimed, "That's Bill." For it was. There were the features-no mistake. Yet the picture did not satisfy. There was an indefinable void, an intangible lack. My eye wandered over the details of the sketch, searching, searching for that missing something, but finding it not. The miniature portrait made upon me a curiously conglomerate impression. uch had he looked, whenever he had pleaded with his boys and girls to be honest and truthful and good; such, also, had he seemed when, at noon, he "jollied" the six-foot pigmies who were playfully having each other against the passing girls and women teachers; thus had he appeared when hurling anathematical reproof at the insensible, lignum vitae head of phlegmatic Johannes chwarz; such, also, was he, mirabile dictu, when he teasingly asked of Edythissime mythe why she wore one "bean-catchee" instead of three; so had he peered at me, when (years ago) I had lost the last hred of my tattered temper and had delivered an ultimatum to ]ehosaphat ]ones, ]r.; thus had he smiled through hi tears when acknowleding some act of grateful kindness or peaking of orne departed friend. It was baffiing, indeed, to try to hold those well-known features fa t in any one of the moods which were so very familiar; and I felt as though I were gazing at one of those optical illusion , wherein as your tormentor suggests, you ee prisms, squares, oblongs, triangles, steps, ladder --or just lines. Then, looking more closely still, I discovered the rea on for my Protean impres ions. The face was there, yet the definite countenance was gone. The outlines stood out in rather bold drawing, the moustache, the pectacle , the sparse locks upon the round head, the nose which was hi and his alone-all stood out in bold relief. The background, the filling in, the expression, which would have caused the face to show some on particular mood, was absolutely wanting. The lines were there; the life was gone. Beneath were scrawled these four words. "Cone, but not forgotten." The more I ponder upon that picture and those words, the more I feel that their author, whether consciously or by accident, has tersely and succinctly voiced all the humor and all the pathos of the situation. Yes, the lines of the man and the lines of his character still confront us, as we move about the school which was his from March, 1886, until September, 19 12. Not forgotten, surely, for the pictures, the customs, the buoks, the teachers, the habits of the school-all suggest the man (with hi varying interests and changing moods) who had so much to do with their gathering together. The background, the filling-in, the real essence of the school, which made of the assembled books, habits, pictures, customs, teachers, a complete, human and humanizing whole, which gave them mood and tense and person and number and voice-the harmonizing background is gone. Not forgotten, but gone. Cone, but not forgotten. Ralph S. Pitts. �uperintendent of l'hools �FA LTY, M IN B ILDING ��IDl1r 1J1nrultu ffinh1 IDutliHng Harry M . Barrett. .................... Principal Kathryn Allen .................. Algebra, English Jennie Auslender ..................... Typewriting Annette Badgley .......................... Latin Ell worth Bethel ............... Zoology, Physiology Fred erick . Blis> .... .. ................. Physics George L. Cannon ........... Geology, Physiography Alice M. Cardwell ..................... Drawing tell a G. Chambers ........... .. .. History, English Edith R. Chas~ ..................... Mathematics William H. Clifford. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . panish, Greek Thyrza Cohen . ........ . ............... Drawing Cora D. Cowperthwaite .............. Latin, French Ira . Crabb . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ommercial ubjects E. Waite Elder ........................ Physics ::<H. La Verne Fau s .......... ..... ....... English Elizabeth S. Fraser ...................... English Amy V. Garver ................. English, Algebra John B. Garvin . . ... . . .... .. .......... Chemistry · Elizabeth C. Grant ................ Botany, German . Evelyn Griffin . . .............. . .. Algebra, History Ruby E. Harding ... . ........... Geometry, English Mary E. Haskell . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ecretary "'Ethelwyn Hayes .. .. . ............ German, English t Edward F . Hermanns ...... German, History, Geometry "'Deceased. t Resigned. On leave of absence. Laura E. Irwin .................. History, Engli~h Bernhardina Johnson ............... Geometry, Latin Ellen A. Kennan ... ... .............. Latin, Greek Roy B. Kester .. ........ ... Mathematics, Economics atherine G. Kline ............ Mathematics, Engli h i" Maud G. Murrish ....................... English Helen A. Leonard ................. Botany, English Gertrude afe ................... English, History Robert . Newland .. . ... . .......... French, Latin aroline W. Park . ....... .. ............ . English William M. Parker ...... ... ............ . Physics Ralph S. Pitts . ................ . Latin, Psychology Charles A. Potter . . . .................... History Walter . Reed ................ .... .... History Mary S. abin ...................... Mathematics elia A. alisbury ................ History, Engli h Walter R. heldon .. Elementary cience, Physiography Lora A. Smith .... .. ...... .. . .. . . . Latin, History Emma L. Sternberg ............... .. ..... German Isadore S. Y an Gilder . .. ..... .. ...... Mathematics Oliver 0. Whitenack ..................... History Ada C. Wilson .................. German, French Eda Wolfersberger ....... English, German, ecretary Marie L. Woodson ....... . ............. Drawing Jessie H . Worley . . ............. Algebra, Geometry �~4r 1J1arultn Eatht §ri7ool M ary F. Henry ....... . ............ L atm , E ng)i:;h Albert G . Karge .... . ........... . ... . . . . History Anita Kolbe . .......... . ........ G erman , Engl ish M aude A. L: ach ....................... Drawin g Oliver S . M oles ...... . .. . . . ....... Latin, Algebra Halcyone ]. M orrison ... . . . ........ Latin, Algebra M ary C. Porter ........................ English M yrta B. Porter . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . History Wa lter W . R emington ..... . . . ... . ....... Al gebra M . Belle Williams ... . ............. Al gebra, Latin l::i ��3Jn ~rmnrtam The news of Miss Fauss' death, which occurred ovember 7, 1912, came as a sad surprise to teachers and pupils of the High School. The disease was so subtle that she never realized her serious condition, but expected to return soon to her work. Miss Fauss graduated from the University of outh Dakota, and also took a three years' graduate course in History and English at Chicago. Before coming to Denver she taught six years in Cleveland schools. Her purpose was to fix the essential, and open eyes to possibilIties. She worked persistently and patiently with those who needed her help most. It was a delight to pupils to be in her class-room. They were happy under the influence of a cheerful, even temperament and felt the earnestness with which she pointed out and enforced the things worth while. A member of her class said, "I can't tell what it was that inspired us-it was herself." Teachers and pupils alike pay tribute to the self-reliant, womanly woman who for eight years did her work well in the Denver High School. Listen! Is it the tired earth that murmurs gently in its sleep, Is it the wind's low, wierdsome call echoing across the deep, Or the sound of distant rapids tumbling wildly in their flight, That my soul is strangely stirring in the calm peace of the night? Is it the snowy moon low-lying and in purple haze half wound, oftly crooning 'mid her ighing, to her little ones around? Or the pinetree needle quiv'ring in the fitful, shim'ring light, Or frightened elvins' whispers wafted down from the woody height? Or is it just that sad, sweet vo:ce- faint, as from wand'ring long, That I oft have heard through the cool, still night, chanting its mystic song? Picturing, sometimes, lands of rest that the faithful soul must win; But weary, disconsolate, yearning now for the days that might have been. Anita M. Hecq, '14. Rub}} E. Harding. 17 ��3Ju flrmnriam iliss 1£tqrlmyn ilar i!iayrs West Side High Miss Ethelwyn Mae Hayes, teacher of German and English, chool and also of the University of Denver. was taken suddenly ill during the spring vacation and passed away chool for two years. Thursday, March 27th. personality. The news came like a shock. Be- fore teaching in this city she was connected with the Leadville High who came to our school last year from the Longfellow High School, She had a brilliant mind and a most interesting Independent of character, skillful in action, she made her influence felt to an important degree wherever she was placed. During her career, both as student and teacher, she had many honors So full of life and vigor had she been, brimming over with energy and enthusiasm, merriment and At the time of her death she was a member of the fun, that we could not picture her white and still, and at rest. Death had snatched her away from a work that seemed only begun, and thrust upon her. from dear ones that could not be comforted. ociety. By her pupils she will always be remembered as a sweet and chool D ames Club and also a member of the Denver Philosophical Miss Hayes was a daughter of Dr. and Mrs. ]. D. Hayes. She was born and reared in Denver. gracious woman of rare sympathy and charm. She was a graduate of the Bernhardina johnson. 19 �Mr. Ed P. Hermanns came to the West Denver High chool in eptember of I 891 . As principal of this school he served the citizens of Denver nobly until June, 1907, when failing health compelled him to resign from a position which held too great responsibilities for hi ebbing strength. One ha only to talk with an old West Denver graduate to learn that Mr. Hermanns was universally honored and respected in his community as a scholar and excellent teacher, and an executive of the highest ability. Oh! just listen to our song; 'Twill be short. We'll not be long. But some words, we think, had orter now be 3aid Of a genial, faithful soul. To the worth let's all pay toll Of our good old friend and colleague, Hermanns, Ed. Though he made the waiter run, Ere the noonday meal was done, Till poor Jimmie's face was ruddy and was red, Yet be sure that Jimmie knew While for wienerwur the flew, That he'd naught to dread from good old Hermanns, Ed. After a re t of a year, spent partly in travel, Mr. Hermanns was appointed a teacher in the East ide High chool. A former Denver principal in a rival high school {and the rivalry u ed to run much s~ronger then than now) under a rival principal, must needs have tact. Tho e who knew Mr. Hermanns least feared the dangers possible from such situation. Those who knew him best scorned such fears. Hi friends were justified. From the first day und r our roof he has proved a modest, thoughtful, friendly co-worker to all his fellow teachers. His long experience as principal he ha made of use to us through many suggestions, always made deferentially, usually made in private, most often not made at all, until suggestions were reque ted. When he came to us one year, Every one of us did fear That we'd get it in the neck or in the head; For our school was not the West. Ah! how little had we guessed All the sterling common sense of Hermanns, Ed. Again the bugaboo of ill health has raised its unseemly countenance and thrust its mi~shapen fi t before our friend. Again he has yielded to its unpleasant suasion and retired-not to seclusion, we hope, but to an easier, gentler round of les burdensome duties. May he live long and prosper. You may talk until you're dumb, You may walk until you're numb, You may search until you're down and out and dead. But your hunt will be in vain, Through the snow and through the rain, For a sturdier, stauncher man than Hermanns, Ed. The following little catch was sung by a quartette of teachers at a reception tendered Mr. Hermanns in January (when he resigned his position) by his former associates in the two high schools: Ralph S. Pitts. 20 �:!ilurrinfr Miss Maude G. Murri h, who resigned her position as teacher in the East Side High School in November, was married soon afterward to Mr. Oscar Hover Black, and went to pokane, Washington, to live. nder her touch William hakespeare became "sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child" ; there was a field of daffodils swaying in the wind, the muscles of the tiger were working, ready to spring, we were little children or warriors, as the occ::tsion demanded, or we In writing of Mrs. Oscar Hover Black, it is, as icero says, more difficult to find an end than a beginning. Yet what pen can adequately describe her, or her admirable qualities? To her we could truly say: "Heard the ripple washing in the re::d , And the wild water lapping on the crag." The dullest things became intere ting when studied with her, as "everything turned to gold under the alchemy of her touch." It was a life's lesson to dream one's way through the Idylls of the King, and we all took the vow to "Live pure, spe ~ k true, right wrong, follow the King." "None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise." Miss Murrish taught for several years in the grades, where she gained her large knowledge of boys and girls, which gave her such power in dealing with us of the High chool. he was known as a teacher of English, but teacher, as the term is commonly used, do~s not sufficiently describe her work. She was teacher, comrade, friend, leader. Needless to say, di cipline was a negligible quantity. There was no tirr.e for disorder. If attention wandered, some point was lost, or the chance to repeat the vow of King Arthur. "Though the circling flight of time may find us Far apart, or severed more and more, Yet the farewell always lies behind us, And the welcome always lies before." We cannot as yet fully realize how much we have lost in giving up Miss Murrish. She was a constant source of inspiration to us. Quiet and almost reticent out of school, in school she was all feeling and enthusiasm. Hers was Kathleen L. Craig. "The mission of genius on earth. To uplift, Purify, and confirm by its own gracious gift, The world, in spite of the world's dull endeavor To degrade, and drag down, and oppose it forever. The mission of genius, to watch, and to wait, To renew, to redeem, and to regenerate." And she was fulfilling that mission. 21 �Athlettc .~difoY. Assocldte ·EdiT.res~ . �-. . . Congnss E~difj L~}~~'"tiD A~:'&·" .~.. ·~·; D}Ntditr•» A 5sociate t. ddor Associate f:d itot As5ociate t:dltor AssoGJate. cdtfrcs~ �Q!la.ss ®fttrrr.s 1Jol1n Nirl7olus I&obrrt j!qotturll \lrralllrnt llirr-\1 t!llllrnt <!LlJarlottr Dlooll 1Ellwurll 1!Hoom &rrrrtnru U:rrnaurK 1£xrruttttr <nnmmittrr Jqiltv I&yun rlrtt Durbin 1ilorotlm 1Kryrll 1Ellttl1 ®brrg ��PHILIP ADAMS. The man with an oratorical mouth. ARTHUR]. ANDERSON . Congress 'I 3; Debating T earn 'I 3 ; Woodbury ' I 3 ; Qnartette ' I 3 ; Senior Play 'I 3; Executive Committee 'I 3 ; Commencement Program 'I 3. The man who is never boisterous. GENEVIEVE AHRENS. ]. GLENN ANDERSON . A hit, a very palpable hit. A silent, thoughtful man. 21l �HAROLD R. BAKER. ISABEL ARCHER. I was never less alone than when by my· Gently comes the world to those who are cast in gentle mold. self. Congress '12, '13. SIMIE ATLIV AICK. GEORGE W. BALLANTYNE. The man who lost his heart to a fiddle. Orchestra '10, 'II, '13; Glee Club '12; Cadets 'I 0, '1 I. Seeks painted trifles and fantastic toys. Second T earn Football 'I 2 ; Cross-Country Squad '13. CLARA AUSLENDER. MAYBELLE BARBOUR. Music cometh from her heart and findeth Its expression in her fingers. Minerva '11, '12, '13; Congress-Minerva Play 'I 3 ; Wolcott 'I I . Love me little, love me long. 27 �HELEN CECELIA BECKMA . ALBYN B. BLAKE. A voice soft and sweet as a tune that one knows. Men are not to be measured by inches. Football '12. ESTHER M. BELDEN. PAUL WM. BLAKE. Kind hearts are more than coronets. "Fusser." EDGAR BIGG. ETHER BLO K. To beguile many, and to be beguiled by one. Tho e eyesDarker than darkest pansies. �EDWARD BLOOM. Persons who are very plausible and excessively polite have generally some design upon you. Orchestra '1 0, '11 ; Glee Club '11, '12; Congress '12, '13; Class Treasurer '13; Second T earn Football '11 ; Senior Play '12; Quartette '12, '13. DONALD BROMFIELD. Some blamed him, some believed him good-the truth lay doubtless 'twixt the two. Baseball '1 0, '11, '12, '13; Basketball '12 ; Mgr. Football '1 2 ; Athletic Board '1 0, '11, '12; Tennis Doubles '1 0, '12; Dance Comm. '13. LAWRENCE BROWN. FLORENCE E. BOWES. Be virtuous and you will be happy. LEO A BRANDT. As a lark at heaven's gate doth she sing. Minerva '12, '13. "Oh, what may man within him hide, Though angel on the outward side." Hallowe'en Party Comm. '13; Basketball '1 3; Cross-Country '12, '1 3; Captain '13; Track '13. WARREN BURKET. He was the mildest mannered man. Glee Club '11 ; Congress '1 0, '11, '12, '13; Annual Board, Congress Editor '13. �FLORENCE GERTRUDE CARLSON . HARRY ]. BURNS. A good man never dies. Track '13. pleasant face, a happy soul. Minerva ' 12. ANNETTE HOWE ETHEL DOROTHY CAIN. ARPENTER. Not forward, but modest and patient in disposition. Minerva '12, '13. I would the gods had made me poetical. Minerva '13 . ALICE VALENTINE CANTER. CLETE T. CASS. Happy am I, from care set free. Why aren't others content like me? Minerva '12. '13. And they say he went to college. 30 �MEYER ASTLE. ARLIE MAUD CONAWAY. The piano is my affinity. Orchestra 'I 0, 'II, '12, '13 ; Leader '13 . I hate nobody. Tennis '12, '13 ; Basketball '13 . EWELL M. CLARK. BER ICE COWEN. There's music in the air. Speak softly lest someone should hear you. Minerva '12, '13. FLORENCE ALICE TEESDALE COKELL. GERTRUDE COOPER. I hold he loves me best who calls me "Fluff." Editress-in-Chief Annual 'I 3. A lady who is athletic. Basketball 'II, '12, '13; Tennis '12, I 3; Minerva '12, '13. 31 �KATHLEEN L. CRAIG. A maiden never bold. Minerva '1 3; Senior Play 'I 3. GRA E. W. RA WFORD. There is not so variable a thing in nature as a lady's head -dress. DO RUTH CRAMB. Why flash those sparks of fury from your eyes? EARL RAN TON. I am myself the guardian of my honor. ongress '1 1, '12, 'I 3 ; Debating T earn '12, 'I 3; Annual Board, Managing Editor '1 3; Congress-Minerva Play 'I 3 ; Woodbury Contest '1 0; Commencement Program '13. E. REW~. He doeth all things well. Congress '12, 'I 3; Annual Board, Business Mgr., 'I 3. HELEN U TER. Eyes darkly, deeply, beautifully blue. �JULIA IDA DICKE MARION DAVID 0 . Love me, love my chum. RUTH E. DAW 0 GWENDOLYN W . DI KERMA1 I'm Marion's chum, so love me. MARGUERITE DECLOUD. . An open-hearted maiden, true and pure. Minerva '12, '13; Wolcott '12; Annual Board, Associate Editress '1 3. . Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever. Minerva '12, '13; Girls' Athletic Board '1 3; Annual Board, Minerva Editress '1 3. 0 It i good to live and le:nn. ROBERT A DONALD ON. Very good at starting a rough-house. Congress '12, '13; Cadets '1 0, '11 ; Woodbury Contest '11, '12. �A IRENE DU LA Y . JULIA FARREY. The path of duty was the way to glory. Minerva 'I I . HELE low but sure. Minerva 'I 3. AVERY DURBI 'Tis nice to be natural when You're naturally nice. Minerva 'II, '12, '13; Executive Co:nm. 3; Congres -Minerva Play 'I 3. LILLIAN MORE FARRINGTON. The better you know her, the More you like her. LOTTIE FINN. JOHN T. FALLON. ociety is now one polished horde, Formed of two tribes-the bores and the bored. Minerva 'I I, '12, '13; Basketball 'I I, '12, '13; Manager '13. His bark is wor e than his bite. 34 �E A FI H. A trout jump out of the wat~r and make a big spla h every time he wants to eat a fly. Other Fish keep out of sight and eem to get along as well. HARRY FI Kl:.. MI IE FLAK . I never knew a ycung lady with a head. Minerva 'I 3. o old WILDA M . FORGY. Oh, you flavor everything; you are the vanilla of ociety. Deep vers'd in books. Minerva 'I 3. ED A FLOREN E FOX. NORMA FITT . Write me as one who loves h:s fellow-men. Hallowe'en Party Comm. 'I 3. Take notice of her, When she 'gins speak; Besides her own tongue, he know Latin and Greek. Minerva 'I 3; Annual Board, Associate Editre 'I 3; Class Play 'I 3. �EL ANOR A FRA ER. I watch over him with all care and love. Wolcott '12; Chairman Hallowe'en Party omm. 13. MONA FRAVERT. rhe mildest manners and the gentlest heart. OSWALD L. GEDNEY. The weight of the world is upon me. ongress ' 1 3 ; Woodbury '1 3. LAUDE GEl ER. Looming sublimely aloft and afar. RUTH FULLER. Can we ever have too much of a good thing? L. EARL GEORGE. Gcing as if he trod upon eggs. �FLORENCE GOODIER. Real imon pure. MILDRED GOOD ELL. Gentle of speech, ben~ficent of mind. ADA LA VERNE GOULD. Plain sense but rarely leads us far astray. Minerva 'I 3. RUTH PEARL GRANT. A fair exterior is a silent recommendation . GRA E L Y GRAVETT. A sweet, attractive kind of Grace. Minerva 'I I, '12, '13. JULIA GRO Begone dull Care! I prithee begone fro:n me! Minerva '12, 'I 3; Congress-Minerva Play '13. �ERA ROW. Why did era Grow? Minerva ' I I, '12, '13; Ba ketb ll 'II, '12, '13 . MILDR D H GLADY Where have GLADY K. he wa not fair nor beautiful ; those word express her not ; but oh, her looks had omething excellent that wants a name. L A L. HAGADOR . Work? What's work? heard that word before? Baseball '12, '13 . 0 HARDE TY . h doth the little things that most of us leave undone. HAMLI We had thought too deep to be expressed and too strong to be suppressed. HELE N. HART. Thy studious mind i ever evident. Minerva 'I I, '12, 'I 3. �WILLIAM L. HAZLETT. HORACE HARVEY. A frank and open countenance. adets '1 0, '1 I, '12 ; Congress ' 13 ; Annual Board, Alumni Editor '1 3. MAX M. HEBERER. GARNETTE HASKIN . Though there is little of him, that little is very mighty. Cadets '1 0, '1 l. Who mixed wisdom with pleasure and wisdom with mirth. MARION FRANCE He hath a heart as sound as a bell, And his tongue is the clapper, For what his heart thinks, his tongue speaks. Congress '13; Congress-Minerva Play '13. HAWKINS. The very pink of perfection. Minerva '12, '1 3; Congress Minerva Play '13; Wolcott Winner' 13. EDWARD HEIDEMA . That indolent but agreeable condition of doing nothing. Baseball '12, '13. �MEARL G. HEITZMAN. All the world loves a lover. Football 'II, '12; Baseball '12, '13; Track '12, '13; Athletic Board 'II, '13; Annual Board, Athletic Editor ' I 3 ; Dance omm. '13; Hallowe'en Party Comm. '13; ongress 'I 3. A AMARIE F. MEREDITH HI KEY. Let the world slide. Baseball '12, '13; '13. aptain 'I 3; Trark . HENDERSON. GL DY Who said I wa a fus er? B. HILL. A modest maid, yet self-poss sed wtthal. GEORGE HOPKIN . LESTER C. HIBBARD. All his faults are such that one loves him till the better for them. Head Boy ' I 3 ; Athletic Board 'I 3 ; Dance Comm. 'I 3; Football 'I I, '12. A gracious, truthful man, Who walks the earth erect. Annual Board, Associate Editor 'I 3. 4U �ALID L. ]A OB 0 HARRIET H. JOH Who climbs the grammar tree d1stinctly knows Where noun, and verb, and participle grows. 1 M 0 . An hone t heart po• e es a kingdom. Minerva 'I I, '12, ' I 3. H. ] WETT. ADELAIDE M . ]0 I am very fond of the comp:1ny of lad ies. Cadet '10, '11, '12 . t. . An hone t mind, and phin. LU ILLE JOH MARGUERIT In fa1th, lady, you have a merry heart. Minerva 'II, '12, 'I 3; Basketball 'I I, H . KEA TI G. Good natu;·e is always a succ s. '12. II �ALMA RO ALIND KEEH . Alma, sweet Alma, oh where do you live? Minerva '1 1, '12, '1 3; Tennis '1 1, '12. '1 3; Basketball '12, '1 3. WILLIAM M. KELLY. Men of few words are the best men. DEXTER KEEZER. PHILIP KEMP. When people agree with me, I always feel that I must be wrong. enior Dance omm. '1 3. WILL A The rule of my life is to make business a pleasure and pleasure my bu ine s. KELLY. Ha anybody here seen Kelly? Cadets '1 0, '11 ; Ia s Play '1 3. MAURINE KE NEDY. Always good-natured. �DOROTHY KEY '. Magnificent spectacle of human happiness. Executive ommittee 'I 3. When you play, play hard. MAYME KOLI LARA FRIEDA KRAEMER. olemnly quiet. For manners are not idle, but the fruit of a loyal nature and of a noble mind. KY . I came, I aw, I conquered. Minerva '12, 'I 3; Commencement Program '13. MARIO LAKE. weet, grave aspect. �GOLDIE LATEN ER. HARRY GEORGE LIEBHARDT. Be to her virtues very kind, Be to her faults a little blind. Minerva 'I I, '12, ' I 3; Basketball 'I I , ' 12, '13 . A preacher, but not a practitioner. Congress 'I 3 ; Hallowe'en Party omm. '13. MILDRED LA YTO . LEOTA E TELLA LILLY. It is a very good world to live in. Fair as a Lily. Minerva '13. Ba ketball '11, '12. R TH ELIZABETH LEADBETTER. ALEXA DER LINDSAY . I am always in haste, but never in a hurry. A little mouth. Minerva '13 . Cross-Country '12 , '13 . ll �HE RU ELL N. LOOMIS. very unclubable man. ADDI 0 MA RIETT A CE ELlA MARNETTE. Hear diligently when I speak, for r.ot often do I speak. NING. MARIA GUADALUPE MARSH. Let us cons1der the reason of the case, for nothing is law that is not reason. ongress 'I I, '12, '13; Debating T earn 'I 3; adets 'I I, 'I 2; Congress-Minerva Play '13. As merry as the day is long. Basketball 'I I, '12, 'I 3; Minerva '12. '13. CECIL MARKLEY. MABEL A They say best men are moulded out of faults; and, for the most, become much more the better for being a little bad. MARTI . Which not enn critics criticise. ·~ �PAUL B. MA TLO K. Rosen verwelken, Marmor zerbricht, Doch treue Liebe verwelket nicht. adets '1 0, '11 ; Congress '12, '13; Debating Team '13; Woodbury '12, '13; Winner '1 3; tevens '12, '1 3; ommencerr:ent Program '13. PAULINE M. MAXWELL. Ambitious to be een or heard and pleased to be admired. DOROTHY MARIE MILLER. he is as good as she is fair. ELI A MILLER. A littl~ body doth often harbor a great oul. ROBERT WENDELL MERRITT. JULIA CAROLYN MILLER. Thy modesty's a candle to thy Merritt. Dance Comm. '13; Hallowe'en Party Comm. '13; Mgr. Track Team '13; CrossCountry '12. She needs no eulogy; she speaks for herself. Minerva '1 I, '12; Annual Board, Associ::~.te Editress '13. �WARREN L. MILLS. HAROLD F. MUDGE. Hail fellow, well met. Wise from the top of his head up. HUGHE MARIE MORCOM . Ble~ t with plain reason and sober ense. GORDON G. MOSS. A little nonsense now and then Is relished by the wisest men. McALLI TER. He would not, with a peremptory tone, s ert the nose upon hi face his own. LOUISE McCORMA Take me a I am. �ER E T L. BER fHA . McDONALD. Blessed is the man who, having nothing to ay, ref rains from calling attention to the fact. uppo e ociety i wonderfully delight£ ul. HAROLD M EWLA DER. ULTY. WILLIAM NEWMA . When joy and duty cla h Let duty go to sma h. JOE E. 1\nd puts himself upon his good behavior. JOH YLOR. From hi cradle he wa ripe and good one. In every deed of mischief ha had a h~art to re olve, a head to contrive, and a hand to execute. enior Play 'I 3. a cholar and a lass President 'I 3; ongre s 'I 2, 'I 3; Woodbury Contest Winner '12. ·1. �IRVING H. NICHOLLS. He never troubles trouble, till trouble troubles him. enior Play 'I 3. GE EVIEVE NO KI . IRENE CATHERI E OPPE1 LANDER. Faithful, gentle, good, Wearing the rose of womanhood. Hallowe'en Party Comm. 'I 3. tately and tall she moves in the hall. EDITH OBERG. Beyond expression fair, With floating, flaxen hair. Minerva 'I I, 'I 2, 'I 3; Executive 'I 3. HARRY OBORNE Mirabile dictu! WE LEY OSBOR . omm. Don't put too fine a point to your wit for fear it should get blunted. Annual Board Joke Editor 'I 3; Senior Play 'I 3. �LEA PENMAN. CHARLOTTE OVERHOLT. Y e gods! but he i wondrou Manner is all, whate'er is writ, The substitute for genius, ense and wit. enior Play '13; Wolcott Contest '13. fair. MATTIE C. OVERHOLT. IRENE PENNY. Blushing like a Jonathan orchard before harvest. ADIE PARKI A Penny for your thoughts. 0 . HARRY PERRY. The only way to get rid of temptation is Young fellows will be young fellows. t~ yield to it. 50 �MYRON PERRY . GOWAN PUTTY. lever men are good. Track quad 'I 3. To ee him is to admire him. adets 'II. MINER B. PHILLIPP . MORTO The troubles of an editor are mine. Editor-in-chief Annual ' I 3 ; ongress ' I 3 ; enior Play '12 ; Mgr. enior Play 'I 3 ; Mgr. ongress-Minerva Play '13 ; Cadets '10, 'II ; Woodbury '12, '13 . R. RE H ITZ. What I have been taught I have forgot,en ; what I know, I have gue sed. adet 'I 0, 'I I. ROBERT PHILLIPP Great shall be his reward when it is measured according to his worth. ongress '13; Congress-Minerva Play 'I 3; Commencement Program 'I 3; Annual Board 'I 0. GERTRUDE REID. A merry heart doeth good like med 'cme. Tennis Tournament ' I I . ~] �MARION L. REID. CAROLYN Laugh away sorrow, cast away care. Minerva '11, '12, ' 13. . RICHARD ON . Exceedingly well read. ROSEDALE REILLY. ALI E RINKER. Deeds, not words. Alice, where art thou? CHARLES ROBERT . DOROTHY REYNOLD It is a great thing to know you're alive before you die. Hang sorrow, care'll kill a cat. Basketball '1 0, '13. 52 �EDWARD W . ROBINSO . He is just what a young man ought to be: sensible, good-humored, lively. Annual Board Associate Editor '1 3. FRED SAGER. Whence is thy learning? Hath thy toil o'er books consumed the midnight oil? EDITH SCHNELL. LEDA M. ROSEBROOK. Disciplined inaction. PHILIP RYA . A happy youth. Executive Comm. '13; Baseball '13. She hath gotten wisdom and understanding, but boasteth not of it. Minerva '12, '13; Wolcott Contest '13. BLA CHE SCHUMANN. We seldom "heard" her speak. Basketball '1 3. �HYA I THE OTl. The belle of all place in which he i~ een. Minerva 'I 1, '12, '13; Wolcott ontest '12; Orchestra '1 3; Girls' horus '1 3. horus '13. GEORGE PHILIP B. HORT. What's in a name? ERAT. BE A man of polite learning and a liberal education. nnual Board A ociate Editor '13. ROBERT IE E. still, MITH mall voice. HOTWELL. Mile high quality. Football ' 1 1, '1 2 ; econd T earn ' 10; Dance omm. ' I 3 ; Athletic Board ' 13 ; Vice-Pre ident enior lass '1 3. GEORGE WILLIAM MITH. I know thee for a man of many thought . :. I �CLARENCE STEBBINS. HORACE M. R. SMITH. On their own merits, modest men are dumb. Cadets 'I 0, 'II. Man is man and master of his fate . MARGUERITE E. SPRAGUE. IRENE STERN. The lady who cuts up when she wants to. Minerva '12, 'I 3. As cold as a frosty morning. HELEN STANTON. JENNIE STRASBURG. One of the great purposes of education is to make a man copscious of what he lacks. I A prudent woman concealeth wisdom. Minerva 'I I, '12, 'I 3. 55 �MELVI G. TRAU He 1s never I ss at leisure than when at lei UTC . HELEN WIFT. HELEN MARGUERITE THOMPSON. TRAYER. hall be fretful and anxious, or joyous and gay. Minerva 'I 3. Thou ght i deeper than speech. MORTIMER jOHN TRANKLE Tried and true. Baseball'12, '13 ; Football '12 . ULLIV A . have often regretted my speech but never my silence. HARRY TRATT ER. They always talk who never think. �BURD TTE V MARION TREAT. IDA DOROTHY VOGEL. Worth, courage, honor, these indeed Your sustenance and birthright are. For she was just the qui ~ t kind, who c natures never vary. AR DALL. nd let him be sure to leave other rrcn the:r turns to speak. adets '1 1, '12; Glee Club '1 2 ; Qu rtette '12, '1 3; Congress '12, '1 3; Debating ongress-Minerva Play 'I 3; T t'am 'I 3; emor Play '1 3 ; Annual Board Associate Editor ' 13. PAULI WILLIAM A DOROTHY AN HEY E ]. WALL. Life's too short for meln anxieties. Minerva '12, 'I 3. ICE . All good things come in little packages. PAUL WALTER. Day after day, day after day He stuck, nor breath nor motion, As idle as a painted hip Upon a painted ocean. Baseball '1 0. �HORA LOTTIE A WA HER. fhe whole countenance i a certain silent language of the mind. Minerva '12, '13. MORRI WEI Love thyself last. Glee lub '1 2 ; Quartette ' 12, ' 13 ; ongre s '12, '13; Woodbury '13; Basketball ' 13 ; enior Play '1 3 ; enior Dance omm. , 13. HARLE ER. The mind's the standard of the man. AM P . WEL EL WEINFELD He ha an eye for color. adets '1 0, '11. B. WHET TO E . He knows what's what. BRY N L. WHI EHEAD. The gentleman who owns the perf eel -.1eeze. nnual Board Joke Editor '1 3. �I . BELLE WILKI he cares not for the mountains, he roam not far away, But prefers to do her fussing In the dim-lit hallway. ETHER LIONNE WI KHAM . As airy and blithe as a blithe bird in air. HAROLD H. WIDNEY. LU ILE WINN . There are moments when silence, prolonged and unbroken, may b more expressive than all words ever spoken. As sure as a gun. Annual Board Associate Editress 'I 3. CH MABELRO E WILDMA . Perfectly simple, simply perfect. Minerva 'I I, '12, ' I 3; Class Play '13 . . RLOTTE FAYERWEATHER WOOD. Earth's noblest thing- a woman perfected. Wolcott '13; Minerva '13; Girls' Ath· letics ' I 0; Commencement Program 'I 3 ; las ecretary 'I 3. �]OH WOODFORD. JOHN B. M. YOU I will be Young at seventy. adets 'I I, 'I 2. An honest man, do e-buttoned to the chin, Broadcloth without, and a warm heart within. G. BIRDELLA ZA ITZ. HAROLD D. WRITER. A rhapsody of words. Girl ' l:orus lub, 'I 3. On with the dance, let joy be unconfined. W . BERNARD YEGGE. BE SIE ZIMMERLI. Born merely to consume good things. Congres 'I 3; Congress-Minerva Play '13 . Although the last, not least. Basketball '12, '13; Minerva '12, 'I 3; Orchestra 'II, '12, '13. GU �MAMIE BAILEY. o unaffected, so composed a mind. PAUL JENNESS. His conduct still right, with his argument wrong. Football '12; Basketball '13; Track '13; enior Play '1 3. RI HARD A BRACKENBURY. An't please your worship, Brackenbury, vou may partake of anything we say. ELL LOCKETT. Oh, you don't know Nellie as I do. GEORGE WILLIAM T. OOPER. orne people study all the time. WILLIS MARSHALL. A merrier man, within the limit of becomin g mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal. Class Play '13. WILLIAM D . COPELAND. He thought as a sage, though he felt as a man. GEORGE WILBUR OWDERY. A silent, shy, peace-loving man. enior Play '12 . KATHARINE METCALF. A worker, always doing her level best. PAUL V. McPHERRIN . Push on- keep moving. VEL YN DRINKWATER. Better late than never. CLARABEL PRO ER. one but herself can be her parallel. GEORGE . DUFFIELD. A lion among ladies is a most dreadful thing. Glee lub '12. JOSIAH E. QUI Y. The gentleman who gets along without an "r." HELEN EUNICE GEE. Quality and not quantity. GERTRUDE SEIFERT. Something in her there was that set you thinking. MIRIAM SMITH. There was a soft and pensive grace, A cast of thought upon her. I ADORE GOLDBLOOM. Of good natural parts, and a liberal eduaa<Jon. 61 �The meeting of the class of 191 3 are a ource of joy to all it members. They not only afford opportunitie for public expression on the part of the loquaciou mP.mber , but give ample material for deep thought to those who do not say much, but think the more. The teachers, believing entirely in the good judgment and proper behavior of the noble enior , leave the room on uch occasions. It is possible, then, to hear applause and laughter, or derisive shouts and hi ses, as the case may demand . When such que tions arise as what class colors will best become the Seniors' style of beauty, or how a class pin containing the mo t gold can be bought with the least money, or whether the honor system is able to produce the desired effect, there i great difference of opinion. When Paul Matlock, during the discussion on class colors, gazing on the various hues represented by the pennants on the wall, firmly insisted that baby blue and white were the mo t appropriate, and a voice bellowed from the other side of the room that he did not have good taste, the president had almost to break his mallet on the de k to secure good order. Paul Jenness argued that gold and black were the colors of the illustriou class of 191 0, and we could do no better than to follow in their foot tep . But George Hopkin refuted his argument by saying that we had always been an individual class, and we hould continue to be so, even if it was nece sary to choose outlandish colors. The gentle but persuasive voice of Robert Donaldson issued from one corner of the room, asking why the cia s did not conider purple and white, which were both artistic and individual. After much discuss:on, in which the girls took no part, realizing that their weak voice could exercise little influence upon the shouting boys, a vote of the class was taken and purple and white were chosen by a great majority. The meeting in which the honor system was discussed may be called not only interesting, but exciting. The first meeting was arranged for two weeks in advance. A number of the honorable Seniors took the affirmative and a number of equally honorable eniors took the negative ide and prepared lengthy orations to deliver on the eventful morning. Earl Cranston was the first to speak. He placed before the class the outline of the system and discussed in full its good point and its ucces in some of the greatest colleges in the United States. When he sat down nearly all were sure they wanted to establi h the sy tern in the class a soon as po sible. Then another orator arose, generally known as Addison Manning, who pointed out �the facts that would make the establishment of the y tern almost impossible. When he sat down, almost everyone was sure the system would prove a failure. As the speeches went on the opinions of the silent ones were swayed from one side to the other. Finally the argument became so heated that when one sat down, five others immediately stood up. The president used all his persuasive power to quiet the noisy crowd, and some of us regretted that a sergeant-atarms had not been elected along with the other class officers at the beginning of the year. The meeting was adjourned at a crucial po:nt when a dozen eniors were on their feet, all speaking at once, and the vote upon the question was postponed until the next morning so that due time might be given to its consideration. The votes proved that the negative side had won, and the honor system was speedily forgotten. Many other meetings took place during the first half of the year for the purpose of electing dance committees, hearing party reports and the treasurer's reports, and for settling minor matters. But the greatest meeting of the year is till to come, and every member of the class is waiting with the utmost interest to hear what the fates have destined for him in the cia s prophecy and to have his remarkable class history brought before the public. ®()r to tqr Qllass of 1913 When steady-marching time had brought us to this hall, And with a reckless hand we moulded fate; How vaguely did we see to what our choice would lead! How lightly did we estimate its weight! With fondly swelling pride our hearts and head; we filled, And hitched our wagon to the star of fame; But earnest strife ere long transformed our fitful fire Into the victor's calm, enduring flame. And now, when we who are about to go, take lean Of halls to which we're bound by bonds of love, We lastly link with each the knot of friendship firmThe strongest tie 'twixt man and God above. Robert D. Phillipps. Charlolle Wood. 6S �One night, a I at at rr.y de k trying to find out why Troy fell like a mountain ash and not like a telegraph pole, I saw not the words anliquam in montibus ornum, but a far more intere ting placard, "Pathanimated Weekly, ee ll, Knows Nothing." Having deposited the necessary wherewith, I entered the theatre just as a lecturer began to explain the picture . "Ladies and gentlemen, the fir t picture is of ]. immonds icholas presenting his ultra -reali tic dance to the swell set. This wiggle i called the Finland Flip. Ob erve the sylph-like agility of his partner, Marion Hawkins. " ardinal Liebhardt dedicates the Littleton athedral. otice the mus.ng gait of his Highness and discern the fact that his mitre is worn sedately over the left ear. It is said that his Eminence was once the publisher of that vile publication known as the 'Zip.' " . Hyacinthe Scott, every inch a senator, delivers her famous 'Down With Men' oration before the enate. enator cott is hown here drawing her elf up to her full height of five feet one inch, and pronouncing the awful words of that eloquent peroration. 'The ladies may cry. T rea on! Treason! I repeat it. Madam President, down with men!' The presiding officer, Helen Avery Durbin, is to her left, while behind her stands sanctimonious Rev. Dr. Dorothy Keyes. Among the cheering throng arA the rabid anti-men enthusiasts, :idie Ho kim) Parkin on, Gladys Hamlin and Evelyn Drinkwater. The woman's rights advocate, Earl ran ton, is seen here throwing his hat into the air. "G orge Hopkins, the famou ping-pong mentor, and his Grah:im chool hampions are the next picture. 'Giant' George is to the left of his assistant coach, Paul Jenness. " hief Fiske saves his former teacher from death in the High chool fire. The resolute look on the grizzled fire-fighter's face as he carries poor, poor Pitts from the voracious flames is a fit subject for an epic. "Th merican ongre of Yellow ]ournali ts is the next. These Men (and Otherwise) received their first experience as newspaper editor on that marvel of all ages, the E. D . H. . Annual of 1913. The lady on the left is Marguerite De loud, manager of Nobody's. The dignified individual is T. Wesley Osborne of the Ni Wot News. Next to him is Florence Cokell, editress of Literary Digestion. The being under the heirloom of an automobile cap is Miner Phillips of the Pedunk Press. he shrimp is Leland Burdette Van Arsdall, editor of the Inlook. I think hi parent had a grouch when they named him. The po e a Ia icero i Don rews, sucThe haughty specimen is Bryan cessor to Laura Jean Libbey. Whitehead of the New Harmony Horn. ext to him is Ed Robinson, author of Hints to Beauty. "This picture, ladies and gentlemen, is of the renowned artist, Mearl Heitzman, and his impressionist masterpiece, 'A Sunset in Siam.' The celebrated beauty, Eleanor Fraser, was the artist's inspiration. "Here i Denver's pride speed cop, the doughty R. Anders Donaldson. Donaldson's lithe, sinuou figure has broken the heart of many a maid e'er now. "Thi picture is the likeness of the celebrated scholar, Harold Mudge, pre ident of Brawn More College. 'Prexy' Mudge is taking f. I �the stump in behalf of harlotte Fay rweather Wood, Bull candidate for mayor of Golden. alf "These are the co-stars in Shakesword's musical comedy, 'We Don't Like It.' The grin on the right is 'Horses' Wells, while the fairy is Lea Penman, whose appearance in doublet and hose has captivated thousands. These actors (?) claim to be self-made. I advise them to finish the job. "S. Wadsworth Wolcott, Prohibitioni t nominee for street cleaner, is seen congratulating the 'white hope,' Phil Adams, after a bout with his featherweight sparring partner, Horace Harvey. "The black-haired gentleman is Addi on Manning, the world's champion typist. He recently establi hed a record of 10,000 words per minute at the dictation of the fastest talker, Mabelrose Wildman. "Next, lad:es and gentlemen, you see Mme. Carlson and M. Bloom singing the Mad Scene from 'Spaghetti and Macaroni.' Observe the magnificent pose of M. Bloom, also the raven tresses of Mme. Carlson. "Here is shown the only authentic picture of that famous desperado, Will Kelly, better known as 'Alkali Ike.' Ike's trusty .22 sixshooter, with which he has killed numberless prairie dogs, hangs by his side. "This peach, ladies and gentlemen, is Gertrude Isabell Cooper, taken with that breaker of hearts, that daring coquette, Carolyn Richardson. This is the very first time that either of these noted flirts have consented to pose for a moving picture film. "He of the broad shoulders is John Brown Mansfield Brigham Young, while the fence rail is Harold Me ulty. The two compose the police force of Castle Rock, while the Castle Rock Clarion state that 'Our esteemed fellow citizen, John B. M. B. Young, has accepted the lofty office of dog-catcher.' "Here is D. Dennis Keezer, pre ident of the Holy Hibernians. D. Dennis can say, 'Erin Go Broke,' so that one can almost hear the shamrock growing on the heather. "We see here the financier, ]. Don Bromfield, on the witness stand. Mr. Bromfield was asked if he would do as one of his partners, ]. Pierpont Morgan, did, and lend a man a million on his reputation. Mr. Bromfield replied that he appreciated the compliment, and also stated that if flour was two dollars a carload, he could not buy enough to powder the end of a prima donna's nose. "This is the first moving picture of the famous vawdyville duo, Lawrence Brown and Alexander Lind ay. The gentlemen (?) are seen singing their famous ditty, 'The Old Family Toothbrush That Hung by the ink.' "We are also honored by being allowed to suffer through the melodious discord dispensed by the Sing Sing Quartette. I am certain they deserve the name, although not sure about the length of their sentence. "This, ladies and gentlemen, closes our program. Do not forget your purses, umbrellas or husbands." Just then I felt a hand on my shoulder, and a familiar voice said, "Wake up and go down and fix the furnace." Paul B. Matlocl(. �<t!nmmrnrrmrnt Jrngram QUa.as au(l Arbnr ilay Jrngram June5,1913 April 18, 191 3 1. March- Violin, Flute and Piano ..... . .. Solomon Atlivaick Edward Bloom Meyer Castle 2. Essay .... .. ....................... Robert Phillipps 3. Reading . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Charlotte Wood 4. Chorus- Rustic 5. Oration ................... .. ......... Philip Adams 6. Piano Solo ... . . ........ . .... . ...... Clara Auslender l. Pre ident's Address ................ . ... John Nicholas 2. Violin Solo ......................... Jennie Strasburg 3. Essay ......................... . . . .. Warren Burket . 4. Class History . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Hyacinthe Scott 5. Vocal Solo ........................... Eva Dunlavy 6. Oration ............................... Paul Jenness 7. E say ...... .... ................... Mayme Kolinsky 7. Quartette ........................ Harold Mudge Irene Oppenlander George Duffield Esther Belden 8. Declamation ............. .. ....... . ... Paul Matlock 9. Soprano 10. Reading ........................... Marion Hawkins 8. Reading. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 11 . 9. Class Prophecy ... . .. .. .......... .. . Edward Robinson Eleanor Fraser Quartette . . . . . . . . . . . . ........... Philip Adams Horace Wells Edward Bloom Burdette Van Arsdall • 0. Planting of Class Tree. 12. Oration ..... ... .... .. .... . .... ... .... Earl Cranston 11. Dancing. 13. Singing of Class Ode. . . Gertrude Cooper 66 ong ... ... ....... Solo by Leona Brandt olo ... . . ........ .. ........ . Harriet Johnson �ID4r 1J1arulty in J\rtinn �Three years ago a band of expectant, enthusiastic boys and girls entered the gates of High chool City in the Land of Knowledge. They first found themselves in Freshman Street, where they felt very new and strange and quite bewildered by the tall buildings they saw. The fir t one they reached was a square, white building, called Algebra House, which did not look very inviting, and some of the class had a hard time getting out. Some entered an odd looking building of ancient architecture, where they were forced to remember in what state they were thousands of years ago. Others explored a place that looked like the Roman Forum, and found that they had to climb many long and tiresome stairways. They had to talk entirely in Latin, and they all felt quite exhausted when they came out. At the end of this street they enjoyed the delights of Vacation Garden for three months. Then they started down ophomore Avenue. They found so very many buildings that they scattered about, some going into one and some into another. One that they all visited was English Hall, where they saw many curious sights. They found themselves walking among knights and ladies, and were introduced to such illustrious people as the Merchant of Venice, Sir Roger de Coverley and Silas Marner. Cresar' s army was encamped on this street, and some had a difficult time escaping their spears and javelins. Another building that some explored was called Foreign Languages, where they became so confused that they scarcely knew in what tongue they were speaking. They next came to a pretty little park, where they spent another vacation. As the end of it they entered Junior Way, where they saw a dark, massive place called the Hall of Physics. They all went in and the three keepers of the building, Sir Elder, Sir Parker and Sir Bliss, led them up its dark stairways and through its winding passages. Although they fell through trap-doors now and then, and received severe shocks, they visited a number of interesting rooms. Among these was a large room called the Laboratory, where they worked with so many things that their heads were in a whirl for months afterward. There were other buildings on Junior Way, two of which were called Advanced Algebra and Medireval and Modern History. There was one built in Old English style where they learned to talk as Chaucer did. Nearly all visited some of these and had a more or le s hard time getting out. However, they found many pleasures on this street, for there was an op"n field where thos~ who felt they needed exercise could enter all sorts of athletics. There was al o a large platform in the center of the street, where they could make the walls echo with their orations. The Class of 1914 is now passing along this street, exploring its buildings and finding many interesting things as they go. Although they have had hard struggles, there have been many things to make the way easier and more pleasant, and the majority seem to be in good humor and high spirits. They can now see Senior Street at the end of which is beautiful Graduation Palace, where King Barrett rules over the whole city. It is their determination to reach this Palace with higher honors than any preceding class. Helen Ropell, '14. ����Hear ye! Hear ye! Hear ye! All ye Freshmen, Juniors, eniors, and F acuity, bow down before the mighty Sophomore! This forcible statement is probably not necessary, as we all know the Freshmen humbly beg our assi lance, and the conceited Junior and somber Senior tremble for their power when they see us. Why all this? When you read this history, you will see why all the classmen should render us homage, for we need it, we deserve it, and we expect it. As we are not given to boasting, you will find only bare facts contained in the following. As Freshmen we achieved much. More clubs were successfully organized by us in Latin chool than by any other class. Many of u met unparalleled success in athletics. In the class-room each and every one of us was a conscientious student, and it was no uncommon occurrence for a teacher to praise us. Although loaded down with laurels, we were quiet and courteous in demeanor and deportment. o, even as Freshmen, we showed in some small measure what we ultimately would be. This year, as Sophomores, we firmly and manfully, but not noisily and ostentatiously, took upon ourselves the task of surpassing the record of all former clas es. Our success, moreover, has been unequaled. It was almost impossible to satisfy the desire of this class for athletic tickets, and if our thirst had not been quenched, the .- pnntmg machines would still be running. We have furnished more than the full quota of men for the different teams. Our presence, moreover, in the grand land always inspired the players. The upper classmen are given to burning midnight oil in order to compete with our talent in Minerva and Congress. Many from those organizations entered for the preliminary Woodbury and Wolcott conte ts, and the ones who were chosen represented us as only members of this class can. Happily, our time is not all passed in diversions, as we must spend a portion of it in the class-room in getting honors. You need not ex pre s any skepticism at this. For we, in our ever-persistent way, wrestled with and were victorious over those fantastic triangles and circles of geometry, until now they are ashamed to show their heads. We were not startled nor dismayed when told that "Gaul as a whole is divided into three parts." In a like manner, we have become o proficient in our studies that the F acuity asks our advice on every weighty question. Hear ye this, my good friends: we have the optimism of youth and the years to come seem beautiful. We, also, hope that when we leave these classic halls to go forth into the world, we may be of service to mankind, that we may be able to uphold our school and do honor to our chosen professions. H aggoll Beckharl, '15. ��:£Raitt ~luiliHtt~l ilhtql urr, "-uuu tl !'r~tn'11ru tttlittr '\ are the F re hmen. I hey <.all u th ( I of 1916. e do not kno'' ' h I here are not that me ny of u . \\ e J.k our tee cher and '' e J.k our tud1 , e p cially mu i , for m the mu 1c cle '·e I ern to m . and th1 de,elop our lung o that ' e can yell loud at the ball game . I h1 I here are orne ppopl m th1 chool called ". oph~ " m ) be the Latm for "loud." e do not take Latin, o \\e do not But the e " oph " talk loud. mg loud, e ct loud. and '·ear no\\ \er\ loud clothe . - I h re ar other folk called "jumor ," \\ho do not ha' to '' ork • \\ e do, but '' ho \\ ork the t acher . \X can look dm 11 upon th \ e are no'' "F re hie ," but 1t ' 1ll not be !on until ' ' 1ll b omethmg el , and th n \\e an t lk loud, , nd lord 11 O\ r other folk. • om d, y "e hope to be • nior , and th n ' e\ Cr} thing a th y thmk they do no\\. hall kno \'\ Fr hte ar f re h. nd '' e I· re hte are gre n, But "hen "e ar emor \ ou kno\\ \ 'II b n. Mar M01r, '16 �watht . rhonl l rnu mnrr.!l uull JluiJII urbuu. Anuu 1 r~trrsrututitll'G I he cia I, tent ab1!.ty. of 191 6 hn not ho'' n any particular cvid nee of I have delved d cply into the matter \\ ith the hop of d1 o\ermg omething in the way of a child prodigy. little head th element of Engll h grammar ('"h1ch ' e m1 d m gramm, r chool) and orne lo" )y nur r tale I.ke "Quentm Our \\ ard," "1 he Ody ey," , nd Parkman' "The Oregon I rail." Of cour ( \\ will be gen rou ) , there re om of u who \\ 11l, no doubt, grow into really bright people; but it i , II o indefmlle. In a mbly none of u qUit und r I nd how M1 M. B. Por ter can follow the "ord of the ong and keep t1me '' 1th the book , b, ton all , lone , but \\e hop b the lim \\e ar read to I \e L tin chool and go 0\er to "81g f. t" \\ e h, II und r t nd \ e little p ople n)oy our el e o much playing \ ith the problem m , lgebra or ro\\lng O\er th pretty p1ctur in the hi tori , but '' e hall oon learn to take uch things more eriou ly. On the nine! nth of february one of u "cherub " m, d the ugge ted to M1 Morn on th t he cule~t I ntin re itation and then g1\ a B for it. Our bo ' arc turdy little fello\\ s. 'ot one of th m 1 more than ix feel '' ithout h1s httle shoe . And they play o '' eetly \\ 1th thw bat , g)o, e and ball ! If a gent! man in a b aut1ful ilk hat 1ppec1r on the oppo 1le 1de of th !reel, the tactful J.ttle ere lure 11,, ay u 1t a "fir l ba e," mnoc ntly reg, rdle of th gent! m n' head. of u , rc cuttmg our Roman H1 tory te th \\"lth 1r. 1. C. Porter IS 'ery patient in in tilling mto our d ar 1e l•ttle gnl ha\ e the Jo,eh l lime playmg doll ' 1th the Ind1an club and rollmg th ba ket ball around If. durmg the bad '' eather, you hould chance to com do\\ n to Latm chool on a T u day or "] hur day you would hem the l1ttl d rlmg havmg a \ ry grand lime! But it would be \\ orth your h ad to lr to ent r th t lo" er h II, the} ah, ay play indoor '' h n the '' eath r 1 bad. 8ab1e are ah, ay mler tmg, and the do \ t, d ar, ule nnual 1 not to b de\oted to the "8 b1e of thmg , but a th1 1916," but to tho e '' ho are no'' the "M n of 1913," " nnot at the pre ent '' ritmg relat , ny more of the1r queer little ' nd domg Leona Power , Latm chool. be au ���tlu- tt lfrrnht ttttt \ MR Q ~ {o,, Q. Q. rt? I hen alway: hun rn tl I 11 prop r to \ ·alk wrth , voung lllclll in ( rt I>,, rk? Y e . If ou ke p on walkin •. I ha\e the chclttenn habit \\ hat can I do to relic' e (~ rgned) pen in hand" to write for the nnu, I, I f el a rf I '~ere tanding in " poli c court pi • ding guilty. nd I \\Onder A hould In th I "take 111 af my n~adine in taking th "afore aid" pen in hand does not place 111 lint• ''ith the m, II bo' who a tart for the head of hi cia . 111 identally sp II a word right , nd Leon. Po, er I lk IIllO cl phono rclph. and thPn h ten to •our 0\\ II record "p •ace" '•a. in the dictronc~ry. L You see, \"e \\ere all o young , nd our car rs jut be irmin '• and whil we e.·p ct d \eay minute to be' our la,t, ·et it was hard to b cut off in the Rower of our youth. ' '1 he fir I mormng of chool we inquir d the way to the office, and were told to take the ele , tor to th second floor, and ''hen we ked ' ·her the ele\ a tor "a . were told 11 wa o\ r in the Foster Building. r nd when w a k d where we could find the clock, were ·· I he D.uly Lrtu." .eor e Poor httl to d in th path! m't ROI to tudy no • 1ath .. in't got no Algebray. in't got no Trig today; m"t got to tudy no Math., Poor httl" load in the pc~th I told it wa in Dame! · Fi h r' IO\\ r. 1 hu '•e wer taken throu •h the third degree, untrl, a th congre man aid, we "didn't kno\\ "h r we were at." nd thus the fun go on, and I am ure \\ e, the F re hmen of l:.a t Demer I .atin, wrll carry many p) a , nt memorie of the fir I day of I i h • chool in our future 11\e . Ruth 1argucritc ]acl( on. I .atin chool. �afternoon I was in a high mood for excitement, but none of the possible amusements was equal to the occasion. I was sitting in my room at the time, so I tilted my chair back against the wall, closed my eyes, and turned the crank. Fortunately for my adventure the earth had revolved to such a position that I found myself on the bottom of it, with my head stretching down into space. That gave me the cue, and I let go and at once started to drop. And, fellows, take it from me, if you want a thrill that outclasses any tickling of the spine you ever felt, try dropping off the earth. For the first two million miles of drop I put in the liveliest period of my limited existence. Between getting acclimated and dodging itinerant stellar attractions, I was pretty busy all around. But after the first two or three million miles of this it became rather boring, and to add to my ennui I discovered that the attractive forces m the umverse were of a minus quantity at the particular spot to which I had arrived, and that I was perfectly still. I kept thinking what a chump I was to embark upon such an inane adventure; but I found that moralizing was useless, so I tried swimming in my ocean of air. But, to add to my annoyance, I found that, paddle as I would, I could not make much more than an inch an ho~r-and this after my recent rapid transit. 79 �Well, aboul this tim I had almost b come disgu ted, and wa deciding to go home, when fortune again smiled on me in the form of a pa ing meteor. Without a thought I hopped on, and felt greatly relieved to find myself once more making some headway. But in my reveri I failed to notice where I was going, until with a sicken;ng sense of repul ·ion my nostrils were assailed with the odor of burning hair, and, faint in heart, I ob erved my raven tresses had turned an ashen hue. I hurled myself at once off that faithless vehicle and clutched frantically at the tail of a passing comet, b~t. alas, too late! I felt myself borne forward by a resistless force, and before I could gather my cattered wits I crashed into an unknown something. However, I came to, uninjured, and to my great joy found (Upon thinking the incident over my hair its accustomed black. later I concluded that I must have suffered an optical illusion, due to the presence of unknown gases.) After this happy discovery, I et out on a tour of exploration, but it was quite unnecessary, for I had not gone ten feet before the trong odor of Iimburger cheese made it clear to me that I was on the moon. "Whoop-la!" I cried to the empty a1r, and pulling out my pocket-knif , sel to work, and in a hort time I had supplied myself with a lunch of most delicious cheese. Well, after I had sati lied my hunger, I set out to find "that orbed maiden with white-fire laden," whom I had heard mentioned in connection with the moon. And, though I traversed every inch of the 2 79,514 square miles of surface on the moon, I discovered no such person, and I am ready to give a sworn statement to the effect that such a person is a fict :on, and that anybody holding such an opinion does so in direct defiance of the true state of affairs. But, though I discovered no inhabitants for the moon, I did discover a fact which materially affected my welfare, namely, that in my traveling I had come to the under side of the moon, and thal the earth was directly beneath me. With transports of joy, I rushed forward, and soon found myself treading the sands of the earth once more. I arrived just in time for dinner, of which I partook heartily; and, having spent a comfortable night, I awoke much refreshed in the morning. Robert D. Phillipps. ��a permanent one, and serve as a place of refuge for those fellow unfortunates who came in after years. Therefore the present Congress is made up of a similar group of boys who meet to debate about that which they are not permitted to discuss in the regular chool hours. The clearest idea of this marvelous body can undoubtedly be gained by an actual visit, when these great men can be seen and heard in real life. If, in the neighborhood of eight o'clock, a visitor wanders into the building, he is immediately attracted by the loud shouts and bellows coming from the vicinity of Room 9 (Congressional Hall). He enters cautiously and finds a seat in the gallery (about ten seats in the rear), where he makes himself as comfortable as possible. He then turns his attention to the proceedings on the floor and sees the clerk reading the Congressional journal. This is an odd record of the proceedings of the previous meeting. After he has finished, the business of the body is discussed in a long series of short speeches, A great many students of this school have a very vague idea of the High chool ongres , while a large number know nothing whatever about it. They might, perhaps, notice the scribbling on the board, " ongre s tonight," or perhaps hear an announcement at morning exercises about some such body, but beyond that all is a blank. Therefore, a word of explanation might help matters out a little. About eight years ago a group of queer boys of the East ide High chool became terribly afflicted with a kind of oratorical fever, the after-effect of which was the inces ant delivery of master orations. The school stood it as long as possible and then demanded a halt. The victims then met and organized an "Orators' Protective As ociation," as it were, and dubbed it " ongress." They decided to meet on Friday evenings when they would be undisturbed, and could rave on unmolested. They further provided that their body should be 82 �which are, for the most part, vague and have no point to them. They are on subjects of all kinds, and are consequently very humorous. Here, too, are included the reports of committees. Each chairman makes his report to the effect that his committee has done nothing during the past week, but that there is an encouraging promise for the future. Next comes the report of the treasurer, who rises to announce that 71 cents is deposited in the ongressional treasury. (Loud applause.) So far in the proceedings a certain member has distinguished himself by continually leaping to the floor and demanding recognition on a point of order. He possesses a terrible voice, and makes the entire house shudder as he delivers his highly polished speeches. At length a fellow visitor whispers that that is Senator Cranston, the President of the Senate. On all Minerva and other girl affairs, for orne unknown reason, Representatives Wells and Manning, and Senator Heitzman seem to assume all responsibility. Certainly some clue can be found which will tell the whole story. Finally the bill for the evening is read, which announces the oncoming struggle. This starts the real fun. Carefully studied speeches are reeled off faster than a moving picture film . The air is set into rapid motion by the oscillations of fore-limbs . Questions pass between participants in quick succession . The president attempts to rule over all with absolute justice, but creates enemies, on one side or the other, when he interprets a fine point of legislation in favor of the opposition. The sergeant-at-arms is also placed in a precarious position at times, but there is no actual bloodshed. The leaders finally become angry, and excitement runs high when the vote on the bill is taken which decides the destiny of the Union. Adjournment quickly follows, and all the cares and responsibilities of these great statesmen are quietly set aside for the lighter form of amusement found at "Gay Paree." Warren Burket. COMMITTEES AND OFFICERS. MEMBERSHIP COMMITTEE. icholas VE TIGATIO Adams COMMITTEE. Crews COMMITTEE 0 SPEAKERS. R. Phillipps Liebhardt R. Phillipps Gedney H. Wells OFFICERS. President . ... ..... . . ....... His Excellency, Charles A. Potter Speaker of the House . . .. . . .. .. .. ..... . ...... .... Nicholas President of the enate .. . .... .... ..... . .. ... . . .. Cranston Treasurer .... .. .. . ..... . . . ... .. ........ . . . . ... Bloom Clerk .. . .. . . ....... .. .. . .... . . . ... . .. . . .. ... . Harvey ergeant-at-Arms .. .. ... . .... . ....... ...... . . ... . Miller Speaker pro tern .. ..... .. . . . .. ..... .. . . .. . .... . Liebhardt President pro tern . ... .. .. .. . . . .... ...... . ... . M . Phillipps Historian .. .. . . ...... .. . ... . .. . . ... . . . ... . M. Phillipp MEMBERS OF CONGRE SE ATE. Baker Bailey Beckhart Bloom Burket Cranston Crews Ferri! E. Harvey Heitzman Johnson Matlock Miller M. Phillipps R. Phillipps Shaw heldon ]. Smith Tanner C. Wells Willison Writer HOUSE. Adams Liebhardt Barker Magnan Collett Manning H. Donaldson Nicholas R. Donaldson tark Emery Van Arsdall Gedney Wellman H . Harvey H . Wells Yegge Hazlett Keyes an Zandt ��IDriangular 111rhatr On March fourteenth, after many weeks of continued hard study, the debating teams of East ide met the opposing teams of the entennial High chool of Pueblo and of the Colorado prings High School, in the fifth annual debate of the Triangular Debating League. The que tion before the League was, "Re olved, That United tales Vessels Engaged in oastwise Trade hould Be Exempted From Panama Toils." The negative team, made up of Philip Adams, Paul Matlock, and Haggott Beckhart, under the able coaching of Mr. Karge, went to the prings, where they received the best treatment that could possibly have been accorded them. After one of the closest debates in the history of the league, the decis"on was given to East Side by the close vote of three to two. The home team, which included Addison Manning, Earl ran ston, and Burdette Van An:dall, also put up a strong fight, but lost the decision by a vote of four to one. They had some very forcible points, but entennial had so:ne that were even stronger- some which East couldn't answer. The meeting was conducted by Mr. Potter, who wa also coach of the affirmative team. The audience was far smaller than it should have been, considering the excellence of the debate. Warren Burket. �itrrary @nrirtn ffiinrrua Organized 1905 ~============~======================G Flower- First Semes ter. Officers. Marguerite. Second Semester. lara Auslender ............. . President ...... . ...... Marion Hawkins Helen Hart . .... . . . .. . .. . .. Vice-President . . . . . ...... .. Maria Marsh Hyacinthe colt ....... .. .. . . .. Secretary . . . . . . . . . . ... Gertrude Cooper Gertrude ooper . . . .... .... . .. Treasurer . . . . . . . . . .. . .. . Helen Durbin G======================================~ AIM . The aim of this society is to develop m its members a high standard of literary work, democratic school spirit, and true fellow ship. WORK. The work of the Minerva Literary ociety this year has been varied. At the beginning of the year we discussed woman's suffrage and other questions of interest to women and children under the very able guidance of Miss Sabin. Later, with the help of Miss Park, Miss N afe and Miss Kennan we studied and interpreted several modern dramas, especially those of the three well-known Irish dramatists, W. B. Yeats, ]. L. Synge and Lady Gregory. Kathleen ni 86 �Hoolihan, one of Yeats' plays, was read exceedingly well by Anita Heck. Another of Yeats' plays, The Pot o' Broth, was learned and presented by Kathleen Craig, Zilpha Carruthers and Cyprienna Turcotte. The Ris :ng of the Moon, one of Lady Gregory's plays, was given by Mayme Kolinsky, June Davis and Eva Smernoff. All of these plays were very interesting, and the girls who presented them should have much credit for their good work. From among the works of the English dramatists we studied two plays, The Terrible Meek, by Charles Rann Kennedy, which was read with much power by Marion Hawkins, and The ilver Box, by John Galsworthy, which was well interpreted by Hyacinthe Scott. Before the plays were presented a short biographical sketch of the author was given. There is also a membership committee. The girls composing this committee for the first semester were Edith chnell, Goldie Latenser, Eva mernoff and Gertrude Kaplan, and for the last semester, Kathleen Craig, Harriet Johmon, Florence Cranston and F ranees Wilkin. The Journal staff for the first semester consi ted of Dorothy Loomis , editress-in-chief; Mayme Kolinsky, representative-at-large; Edith chnell, assistant editress; Jennie trasburg, sen =or representative; Marion Prentiss, junior repre entative; Amy Pitkin, sopho:r:ore representative. For the second semester, Marion Prentiss, editressin-chief; Dorothy Loomis, assistant editress; Edith Schnell, representative-at-large; Charlotte Wood, semor repre entative; Hazel Hopkins, junior representative; Florence Cranston, sophorr.ore representative. The work for the rest of the year will consist of the study of several of the great musicians and writers. When a composer's work is presented, the selections discussed will be interpreted by one who has made a study of that composer. everal social events brightened the year. These event were presided over by an executive committee consisting of Alma Keehn, Gertrude Cooper, Maria Mar h, Dorothy Loomis and Hyacinthe cott for the first semester, and Maria Marsh, Cyprienna Turcotte, Charlotte Wood, and Marguerite DeCloud for the s cond semester. At each meeting the Minerva Journal is read. · The Journal is under the supervision of an editress-in-chief and five assistants. It generally con ists of an editorial, a short story, a poem, current events, and jokes. The Journal has been unusually well edited during the present year. The sugge tion for the Congress-Minerva play which was such a success came from the Minerva girls. The programs are prepared a half year in advance by a program committee. Those on the committee who prepared the program for the first semester were Alma Keehn, Marie Hansen and Marguerite DeCloud. The programs for the second semester were prepared by Helen Durbin, Harriet Johnson, and Anita Heck. These members deserve much praise for their excellent programs. We feel that we have accomplished much this year and hope to accompli h more. The afternoons we are now enjoying in the Minerva Literary Society will in the future be one of the fondest memories of High School days. M arguerile De" Cloud. 87 �:!lrmh.rr.a of :!littrrua '13. lara Auslender Leona Brandt nnette arpenler Gertrude ooper Bernice owen Marguerite De loud Julia Dickenson 1-lelen Durbin Lottie Finn Julia Gros Vera Grow Marion Hawkins Lucille Johns Harriet Johnson lma Keehn Mayme Kolinsky Goldie Latenser Ruth Leadbetter Maria Marsh Marion Reid Edith chnell Hyacinthe Scott Marguerite Sprague Jennie Irasburg Lottie Washer Thelma McMurry Edith Partridge Marion Pfeffer Rachel Peyser Marguerite choder Katherine Knisell I abelle Redmond E ther Fugate Jessie oryell Helen Hoyt Ruth Wallace Elin Beck Zilpha arruthers Thelma David Elsie Gilmore Marie Hansen Hazel Hopkins Gertrude Kaplan Dorothy Loomis Marion Prentiss Eva Smernoff Gladys T uckwood Cyprienna Turcotte F ranees Wilkin Lucile Whyte Helen Herres Mabelrose Wildman Bes ie Zimmerli Ethel am Kathleen raig Julia Farrey Wilda Forgy Florence Fox Minnie Flaks Ada Gould Helen Thomp on harlotte Wood Edith Oberg '14. Martha Blank Dorothy ickolds Roberta Bryant Grace Burnham June Davis Eva Friedman Margaret Ries Helen Ropell Eva Ginther Kathryn Hall Ruth Hamilton s. Margaret Harvey F ranees Zimmerli Dora Newlon Anita Heck Hattie GanL '15. Florence ranston Miriam Grant Ro alie Grosser my Pitkin Blanche wartz Catherine V anDeu en Margaret Melander Hortense cott Phyllis Worrell Florence Anderson Laura White Anna Correy Margaret Fraser Elfrieda pe1er Eva Bernstein Faith Johnson Tillie Flaks Dorothy zpell Thankful Bickmore ��MEMBERS The East ide High chool enate was organized September 20th, 1912, in Room 5 of the main building. There were seven charter members, but this number ha increased to twenty. The purposes of the enate, as set forth in the constitution, are to provide training in parliamentary law, to furnish instruction in the great political and economic questions of the hour, and to promote good fellowship. The regular meetings of the Senate are held in Room 5 every Friday afternoon at 2 :40 p. m. The program consists of a debate and general discussion on some current question. Every member is given a chance to speak. Twice during the year the en ate has met teams from other schools in debate. In one of these debates it was successful, in the other it met defeat. Its members made a showing in the Woodbury contest. Altogether, for a new organization, the Senate has made a splendid showing. Edward Ausl nder arl Beck C. Merwyn Beyl lestyn harle Henry L. Cooper linton Erb Theodore Epstein Arthur Friedman Noyl Gibbs John Gibbons Stuart Irvine 0. 0. Whitenac~. 90 Arthur Manning Oscar Marinoff Harry McCambridge John Parkinson Meyer Rifkin Maurice Roe Byron Roth Russell Shetterly Morris Sobel 0. 0. Whitenack �.§trurn.a ®ratnriral C!Inntr.at At last, after many attempts, East Side has succeeded in bringing all the Denver high schools together in an oratorical contest. Each school has had its athletics dating back nearly to its founding, but an inter-~cholastic contest in oratory is a new event in high school life. he importance of "fight"ng it out" with brains as well as with muscle has at last been formally recognized. Five well-planned rr:usical numbers contributed by the different schools, assisted the orators i,. making the evening intensely interesting. Of these perhaps none was more popular than that furnished by our own quartette, which was clapped back to the tune of six or eight encores. In the contest East Side was represented by Paul B. M atlock, who delivered "God's Land Which Man Forgot." In spite of his good descriptions and forceful delivery, the prize was awarded to Garrett Scott of Manual, whose subject was "The Destiny of the Philippines." Good evidence of the popularity of the contest was given by the attendance of a large crowd. Those who took part were: Robert B. mith ..... . ..... .. ......... "True Americanism" South Side High School John kepstard . . . . .......... "Hamilton and the Constitution" North Side High School Paul B. Matlock .. .. ........ "God's Land Which Man Forgot" Ea t ide High School D aniel K. Wolfe . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . "The Coming R ace" West Side High School Garrett Scott. .... . . . ... .. ... "The D estiny of the Philippines" Manual Training High School Warren Burket. 91 �ID~r D!lonbhury Qtnutrst Thirty-eight years have pas ed since the Hon. R. W. Woodbury recognized the need of a prize oration conte t for East id High chool, and donated a permanent prize for that purpo e. During its long period of existence the Woodbury D clamation ontest has been an important factor in the estimation of students and teacher alike. orne of the community's most eminent business and professional men have been competitor in this contest and take great interest in watching their sons corr.p te for those honors for which, at one time, they so valiantly struggled. They have recognized its value to them in later life and recommend it very highly to the coming generation . judging from the last conte t, this event i ju t starting a period of new life, and if it maintains its present standard, it will surpass those brilliant records of which the old-timer so boastfully speak. The fortieth contest took place on D ecember 20, 1912, before ontrary to cu tom, it was given at an unusually large audience. night, which enabled many older people to attend who otherwise would have found it impos ible to do so. The medal was won by Paul B. Matlock, a member of the enior class. He delivered the "Dedication of the edgwick Monument," by urtis. He had several very clo e seconds, and up to the last minute the decision of the judges was in doubt. The class of 191 3 claims the honor of being one of those few clas es in the history of the contest to win three out of four possible events. Those who took part, and their selections, are: I. Di memberment of Mexico .. .. .. ...... Corwin Morris obel Toussaint L' Ouverture . . .. . ....... .. Phillips Philip Adams 3. econd Inaugural Address . . . . . . . . . . . . Lincoln Miner B. Phillipps. 4. A ros of Gold . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Br_yan 0 wald Gedney 5. Dedication of the edgwick Monument. ... Cur6 Paul B. Matlock 6. Memorial Address . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Long Horace Wells 7. peech Before the Hou e of Burgesses .... H enr.Y Moses Feldman 8. The Philippine Quest"on ... . ... . .... Beveridge Howard Donaldson 9 . Voltaire . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ........... Hugo ander tark 10. Defense of Hi on . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Hugo Felix Frater I I . Defense of Dreyfus . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Zola Arthur Friedman 12. The Treason of Slavery . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Schurz Isaac chachet ommittee of Award- Rev. Frank Houghton Allen, Mrs. Helen M. Wix on, Mr. Frederick R. Ross. 2. Warren Bur~el. �Wqe llnlrntt 1!\.rabittg Qlnut.rst March 2 I, 191 3 . "He cometh unto us rvith a tale rvhich holdeth children from plaJJ and old men from the chimneJJ corner."- Sir Philip SidneJ). A very wise choice was mad· when "The hadowless Man" from the German by Chamisso was selected and read as a continued story by the twelve contestants elected from the four classes. The entire story was exceptionally well read, and the judges frankly admitted that they had had great difficulty in selecting the winner. The final dec:sion was in favor of Marion Hawkins, a worthy representa tive of the Senior class. The other girls were: Charlotte Wood, Lea Penman, Edith Schnell, Gertrude Kaplan, Elizabeth Morgan, Isabel Redmond, ] une Davis, Minnie T okarsky, Edythe Deeds, Kathryn King, Frances Wright. "The Shadowless Man" is an allegorical story. A merry crowd had gathered for a picnic party. The ones most notable in the party were "the man in the grey suit" and Peter Schlemihl. Someone of the party wished for a telescope. The wish was no sooner expressed than granted, for "the man in the grey suit" took one from his pocket. With the same ease he also took from his pocket a Turkish rug, a tent and its accessories, and several beautiful horses, as the various wishes were expressed. When Peter Schlemihl left the party and strolled off through the woods, he was followed by "the man in the grey suit," who offered him F ortunatus' purse if he would give up his shadow. Peter thought that an easy way to become wealthy, so gave up his shadow. He returned to the village, but thenceforth his life was almost unbearable. Even the school children hooted at him as he passed, and cried out, "0, there goes a man without a shadow." In spite of unlimited wealth, his only comfort was his servant Bendel, who did all he could to serve as his master's shadow. At a dinner party Peter Schlemihl met Minna, a very beautiful girl. He could not declare his love, for he was without a shadow, but M inna was not aware of this deficiency. Peter searched for the "man in the grey suit," and his search was finally rewarded by the promise from Mephisto of a meeting in a year and a day. As time went on Peter's love for Minna grew, and he determined to ask her to marry him, shadow or no shadow. He accordingly presented himself before her father and informed him that in a month and a day he would sue for his daughter's hand, and explained the delay by saying the obstacles, which then prevented, would at that time be removed. In due time he presented himself-but the obstacles had not been overcome. The father, on learning that he was "the man without a shadow," ordered him to leave, but gave him three days to recover his other self. Otherwise, at the end of that time the father would marry Minna to someone else. Peter was in despair. On the next day "the man in grey" appeared, and Peter learned that in his impatience he had reckoned a day ahead of the time. Peter begged for the return of his shadow. He would give up his wealth, his all, for the return of that shadow. But the one thing, which the Evil One coveted, which Peter would not give up, even for the beloved shadow, was his soul. Argument, pleading, sneers, sarcasm, availed not. On returning home Peter fo und that his servant Rascal had stolen all his money and married M inna. He left his native town and became a scientist. One day, having forgotten to remove one of the slippers which he wore to overcome the magic of his sevenleague boots, one leg fell into the Bering ea. When he came to, he was lying in a hospital, founded and named for him by Bendel and M inna. "Granting that Popularity is a shadow, its absence causes much discomfort.'' Music was furnished by Thornton Fuller; Muriel Donaldson· and Fred Coldren, Adrian White, and D on Crews. ' The first contest for the Wolcott M edal was held thirty-four years ago. The prize was established by the Honorable H. R. Wolcott as an incentive for girls to become proficient in reading. Kathleen L. Craig. �wq.r :!lal.r (@uart.rtt.r The East Denver High chool ( crap Iron) Male Quartette was organized in the fall of 1911 by Mr. E. Waite Elder. The personnel is as follows: Philip Adams, first tenor; Horace Wells, econd tenor; Edward Bloom, first bass; and Burdette Van Arsdall, second bass. The purpose of this quartette was to afford pleasant work for the members, and incidentally to form an organization which might contribute a little to the entertainment of the school. The quartette made its first pubi=c appearance at the Woodbury Declamation Contest, December 22, 1911. At this time Malcolm McLean was singing first bass. During the rest of the year it appeared quite of ten upon the Friday programs, at the music hour, and also sang at the Wolcott Reading Contest, the Triangular Debate, and the Senior Leap Year Party. The activities of this re:narkable quartette, which, by the way, has greatly improved since its organization, were resumed at the beginning of the present school year. It wasn't long till the boys had again contributed to the Friday programs. At their first appearance they sang, with great expression, those two excellent songs, "Sailing" and "Sally in Our Alley." When generously called back by the suffering audience, they rendered that woeful little ditty entitled "Romeo and Juliet." The inimitable manner in which Adams rendered the part of Romeo charmed his hearers, but when "Van" sank down to the grave with Juliet, the audience was convulsed. The next time the quartette appeared was at the Senior Hallowe'en Party. On this occasion George Duffield of the Sing Sing Quartette, ably took the place of Van Arsdall and Mr. Pitts that of Adams. 94 �Many came to believe that this quartette, which apparently never made a mistake, was infallible. These people were relieved of their misapprehension, however, one Friday morning in the Assembly Room. The boys sang in Room 1 without making a single error. Such an unprecedented performance naturally gave rise to the premonition that they would not be able to continue such excellence. Mr. Elder gave them their keynote. (It must be observed that this quartette always sings without accompaniment.) The note he gave them was a third too high, but the boys made a brave attempt to sing the song at that pitch. After a few words Mr. Elder realized his mistake, and they began again. The next time they got through the first two lines of their song all right, but that premonition was still at work, and made them forget the words and the tune. They b~gan again. This time, perhaps buoyed up by the sight of a fair face in the audience, they finished the song. As the second number they repeated the popular "Romeo and Juliet." By the time they had mournfully wended their way through this sorrowful tale of woe, the memory of their bad beginning was fast fading. As an encore they related the close connection between the Jay Bird on the Hickory Limb and Julia's Poodle in such a way as to earn complete forgiveness from the audience. The quartette sang at several similar events during the year and will probably be heard from in the future. The voices are very well balanced and blend extraordinarily well, having had so little training. The boys have labored under many disadvantages, and both they and Mr. Elder deserve a great deal of praise for turning out a quar- tette which would be a credit to any organization and of which East Denver is justly proud. Anon. N. B.-The gentle reader has probably already come to the inevitable conclusion that such eloquent praise of the quartette as this could only have been written by a member of that organization.Literary Editor. 9G �We have reason to be proud of our orche tra. It i small, but that fact only makes it more worthy of praise in the light of its achievements. It has labored hard this winter, and certainly deserves to be placed in the front rank of the musical organizations of East Denver. nder the very capable management and leadership of Meyer Castle, the orchestra has made possible the many pleasant at the Congress-Minerva play, "A Scrap of Paper." The time required between the acts in changing that wonderful scenery was very pleasantly passed by the audience in listening to the delightful strains of "The Chocolate Soldier" and other selections played by this social afternoon dances we have all enjoyed so much this year. For this alone it de erves a place in the Hall of F arne, but this is only the beginning. An instrumental quartette, consisting of imie Atlivaick, violin; Charles Adams, cello; Edward Bloom, flute; and Hyacinthe colt, piano, rendered two excellent numbers at the Woodbury Declamation Contest. Besides this, the orchestra played at the Hallowe'en and Valentine partie . A isted by Ewell Clark, it was most entertaining Most of the members are Seniors, but we hope that their leaving will not discourage other aspirants to musical fame in East Denver, who, we trust, will reorganize the orchestra next year and carry on its excellent work as splendidly as has been done during. 1913. The personnel is as follows : Simie Atlivaick, violin; Charles Adams, cello; Edward Bloom, flute; Frank Dunham, flute; Hyacinthe Scott, piano; Meyer Castle (leader) , piano. talented organization. We sincerely hope that we will be equally favored at the Senior play, "As You Like It." �Wqr ~irln' <11qnrun Qtluh One Saturday afternoon, while walking by Eighteenth and Broadway, the sound of many voices singing in unison came to my ears. Across the street stood Trinity Church, from which the dulcet strains seemed to issue. Wi hing to investigate, I crossed the street and, since the door was open, entered. Following the sound, I came finally to a group of young ladies who were trying to outdo Melba and embrich. Equally interested in producing the desired result, a gentleman who looked suspiciously like Mr. Whiteman waved his arms, bobbed his head, and beat time with force and precision. My interest having by this time been thoroughly aroused, I decided to carry my investigations further. I learned that this group of musical devotees was the Girls' Chorus Club of East Denver High chool. Further, that they practiced in Mr. Whiteman's stud;o every Saturday afternoon and were, due to the excellent training they had received, well on the road to become bright musical stars. The Chorus Club was formed to give those who desired it a deeper study of singing than that gained from the ordinary music in school. And one could see this result in the confident and effective performance of the chorus. This was further proved by a little incident wh:ch ju t then occurred. Mr. Whiteman was trying out an applicant, since only the best voices were desired. The young lady's voice rose in a quavering, shaky manner and soon broke altogether. he was frightened and had lost her head. No doubt the atmosphere of judge, wh:ch the leader and Chorus Club threw about her, unstrung the petitioner, who really had a good voice. Seeing this, Mr. Whiteman encouraged her and remarked that she had made as good a showing as the rest, and would soon gain the confidence that was then lacking. / Just then my attention was called to the piano by the beautiful music which i~sued from it. The Chorus Club feels that without Miss Margaret Fraser not half so much could be accomplished. The Chorus lub is al o socially inclined, as was proved by the charming tea which they gave to Mr. and Mrs. Whiteman at the studio. Although I wanted to know more, the club at this moment left. As I reluctantly left the church, I decided that the Chorus Club should be always m my memory for giving me such a pleasant half hour. C:yprienna Turcotte. ��A llilig~t of llianry Well, well! just look at that calendar, ynthia the I 7th of March, 1966! How time ha rolled by, summing my years up to noble seventy! Do you remember JUSt fifty-four year ago, when you and I graduated from East ide High? It was then a large building comparatively, wasn't it, dear? And now we are living in a mediocre two-thousand-story edifice. Look, ynthia, see those four young men playing tag in their aeroplanes- and, by George, ynthia! there's ecil. Here, porter, go out there between the tar Building and the omet Block and tell my grand on to come over here immediately, as his grandpap and his dear old grandma want to go for a ride. He is the young man with the dark red machine. Eh? Yes, it's a triplane. Here is a dollar; now hurry. It seems o strange that when we were children it u ed to take us twenty-five minutes to go across the city, and now we can go all the way around the world in the same time. Oh, hello, ecil; your grandma is a little ill today and wants to have an airing this dternoon. Oh, New Orlean is all right; go by way of hicago, and by all mean go slow. Mercy, ecil, I wish that you wouldn't insist on driving through tho e wet clouds. I have a severe cold now. There, Cynthia, is Kansa tty. Isn't it small, though-only four hundred and seventytwo skyscrapers, the highest of which is but two hundred stories. What is the trouble, ecil? Only hitting on nineteen? See that fellow just over t. Louis! Don't collide with him. Oh, look at him go! There, he is alighting now, at Omaha, I think. Ha! Ha! Cecil, Cynthia thought that that bright spot down there was the pearl button he dropped. o, dear, that is only Lake Michigan. Yes, turn around now. Well, here we are. That was a fine ride, my boy. Yes, call here for us tomorrow and we shall take a trip to see those tiny M artians. It is a shame that Pierpont Yanderwurst gained a monopoly on that planet; just think of paying a thousand dollars for a landing place! Well, bye-bye, Cecil. My, but he is a fine boy, ynthia. Yes, we hall celebrate my birthday here in dear old New Orleans, all by ourselves. Harold McNult}}. ��IDqr t.~allntur'ru Jarty a postscript spiced with many a long word and funny story. As you stars know, the class is very musical, and the music furnished by the quartette and Ruth Child was quite up to the standard. Parson Liebhardt delivered a helpful sermon and Charlotte Wood made us tremble in fear with a spooky reading. Then carr:e the pumpkin pie, cider, doughnuts and apples, of which everyone except my elf seemed to get a great plenty. The rest of the evening was passed in dancing and game . It seemed no time till the old clock hand were pointing to twelve and the gay young masqueraders began to leave. The Stars-They didn't leave you all alone, did they? The Moon- 0, yes, and as I hung there alone that night, was sure I had never hone on a happier crowd. The Moon-Where were all you little stars the other night? I supposed that of course you would be at that wonderful Hallowe'en Party. The Stars-Oh! Do you mean that party the illustrious Class 'I 3 of East Denver High chool gave? We weren't invited, but even from our watch-towers in the sky we could tell that something Won't you tell us extraordinary was happening on the earth. about it? The Moon- Well, in the first place Eleanor Fraser, the chairman of the party committee, asked me to be chaperon or patron or anything you wish to call it- at any rate, to come to the party and add Lo the weirdness by my presen e. I met the committee in the hall of the school, and the decorating started. Such workers as those boys and girls were! 1 he tars- Who were they? Do we know any of them? The Moon-Well, let me see. I don't know whether I can remember them all, but there were Lawrence Brown, Genevieve Nockin, Robert Merritt, Norma Fitts, Harry Liebhart, Eleanor Fraser and-and-oh, yes, Mearl Heitzman. I thought Eleanor's name d"dn't sound right alone. You would not have recognized Great that hall when this "live wir.!" committee had finished. strings of auturrn leaves and flower were draped from the chandelier. At one end of the hall was a witches' fire, while at the other end hung an imrr:ens~ " lass 1 3" banner. In fact, the decorations, including myself (and I wa hung above the rr:usician for an inspiration). gave a perfect Hallowe'en aspect to the old hall. I wish you could have seen the rainbow the member of the cia s and the teachers made as they moved about in their gay costurr:es with masks on their faces. There were witches. ghost-. cow-punchers, skeletons, Y ama girls, Buster Browns, and all the rest of them, feeling in the best of spirits. Mr. Barrett began the program, while Mr. Pitts delivered HJ}acinthe Scott. 101 �~rttinr maurr The emor Dance this year wa held on T u day evening, December 26th, at El Jebel Temple. It was nece sary to restrict po ed of George Hopkin , chairman; Mearl Heitzman, Robert hot well, Robert Merritt, Donald Bromfield, Dexter Keezer, and Horace the attendance to the two upper cia es and the alumni. Of course, many people said that such terms would insure failure, but, on the contrary, thanks to the good work of the able and efficient committee, the dance was unusually succes ful. Wells. The greate t part of th ucce slay in th fact that the dance helped to promote the feeling of good fellowship, for which the class of 1913 will alway b farrou . Eleanor Fraser. In fact, the restriction of the guest-list made it po ible for everyone to know everyone else. It was indeed more strictly an East Denver affair than the former annual dances have been, where the East Denver contingency wa conspicuou by its ab ence. aturally, "ragging" was prohibited, but there were a few darmg people, who, not satisfied with "ragging" in the kitchen, attempted to indulge in the forbidden pa time in the ball-room i:self, only to be deprived of the privilege of dancing during the re:nainder of the evening. Happily, there were only a few uch people. The corners where the refreshments were served were rarely d~­ serted, and no wondet, for the refreshments were really deliciou . Besides the punch there was cherry ice, and pineapple ice, with small cakes of various kinds a a pecial dispensation. As uch an occasion always means a great deal of extra work and effort, the class should be very grateful to the committee, com- 102 �On Friday, February 14, as 2:35 drew near, we, the Room 9 had been made into an old-fashioned post office, where love tokens were exchanged among the Seniors. Bob Phillipps was chief distributor, with Earl ranston and Bob Donaldson as able ass.stants. The dispensers of the punch, Helen Durbin, harlotte Wood, Hyacinthe cott, Edith Oberg and Maria Marsh, were kept busy waiting on the crowd, who, for orne reason, stood around the punch emors of 1913, put our books away, and in some instances tried to get a glimpse into the halls, where a festive air prevailed. In front of Room I 0 we saw a table filled with candy hearts, cardboard hearts, and fancy crepe paper hearts, to say nothing of the glasses waiting for punch and the plates for wafers. As school was dismissed, we made a mad rush for the hall, the scene of all activities. Our standby, the piano from Room 16, was rolled to a place of vantage. We first indulged in a student program. The pleased classmates of those participating stood around, ready to bowl eagerly waiting for "more." The climax was reached for so:ne when a ews photographer took a flashlight of the gay crowd, standing near the statue of applaud at the right time. Minerva. Five o'clock found us regretfully dancing our last waltz, and At last came the joyful news that the boy were to "get in line" for dance programs. We all enjoyed greatly the fourteen dances soon the Valentine Dance had come to an end. Much credit is due the committee who made thi dance a big success. F. A . T. C. that followed. 103 �IDqr lJiribay 1\ftrrttnntt ihtttrr.a And it came to pass that in the year one thousand nine hundred and thirteen, that Barret'alistus and Balapitt'sazus, the kings of our tribe, ent me engers to John'anickdok'alas, who spake, saying: "It has been decreed that on the ixth day of the third week of this great month of Thanksgiving, that the most high and exalted eniors of the East ide High chool appoint some of their brethren to be players on instruments of musick, on harps, and cymbal , on instruments of ten strings, or lift up their voices with joy." o the players, Don, Mayme, lara and Wesley, were appointed to sound with harp and cymbals of brass; while Eva and Florence were for song, because they were skillful. And it came to pass that the high and most exalted Seniors lifted up their voices with joy, and at the tinkling of cymbals, danced. And it came to pas that in the month of February, Barret'alistus again sent messenger to John'anickdok'alas, who spake, saying: "It has been decreed that the high and noble Seniors again appoint some of their brethren to be players on harps and cymbals of brass, or to lift up their voices with joy." o John' anickdok' alas went forth with his trumpet and shouted: " orne forth, all ye mighty eniors, to our great Room ixteen, after the sixth hourcome, make merry and dance." And they came from the east and the west; from the north, from the south; the maidens, the lads, the tall, the short; all came to make merry with John' anickdok' alas, their king. And they appointed Mudge, Duffield, McNulty and Iarke to make a joyful noise. Now these four youths were the sons of a king, and were clothed in raiment of the color of the great vault of heaven, when the clouds have disappeared, and the clothes with which their necks were adorned were of a scarlet hue which dazzled the eyes of those who beheld, even as the rays of the midsummer sun, reflect:!d from the brazen dome of the capitol dazzle the eyes of those who behold. And it came to pass that they lifted up their voices and made a joyful noise. And all those who heard were moved to tears. And great was the sorrow thereof. And so the most high and exalted eniors appointed Ed Robinson to shower the singers of psalms with sweet-smelling herbs. And he bestowed upon them many herbs, fresh from the fields. And the singers were pleased, and received the flowers with great joy and thanksgiving. And there was given a book unto harlotte. And, as was her custom, she went upon the platform to read. And when she had opened the book, and found the place where it was written, she read "B'rer Rabbit." And she read with all the majesty and ease of a queen. And all who heard were pleased. And it came to pass that Don, Adrian, Fred and Charles sang with psaltery and instruments of ten strings. And they played skillfully and sang new songs. And Harry, the great speaker of the language of the Ethiopia, spake unto the Seniors concerning "Rastus." And great was the applause thereof. At last there was great rejoicing at the sound of the organ. And the mo t high and exalted eniors marveled, for they knew that John'anickdok'alas had given the signal for the dancing to commence. And old and young, short and tall, danced; everybody made merry and danced. And it came to pass that the most high and exalted eniors ceased their dancing and their merrymaking and put on their heavy raiment of wool, and prepared to return to their homes, from whence they had come. But they appointed a few of their brethren to send messengers to Barret' alistu and Balapitt' sazus, who spake, saying: "The most high and exalted Seniors and their king, John' anickdok'alas, give unto you their warmest thanks for giving unto them this great pleasure of merrymaking and dancing." And great was the rejoicing thereof. Gertrude Cooper. 104 �Hl\s fnu tGikr 3Jt" (April 11, 1913) Th ~ preparation and presentation of the enior Play is one of the mo t pleasant and memorable event of the chool year. This year was an especially busy one for the Senior class, and for that reason the cast was not chosen, or the play pres:!nted as early as is customary. The play chosen thi year was "As You Like It." It is a familiar play of hakespeare, and dear to all who know it. Many were the hearts that were anxious and troubled before the final selection of members of the "theatrical troupe" (so designated by the Right Honorable Mr. Pitts), and, if the truth were told, there were troubled hearts afterwards as well. The maxim, "all work and no play," etc., was well kept in mind, for the rehearsals were full of whole-hearted fun. And if you will believe it, Mr. Pitts was the ringleader in the sport as well as the able director of the work. Boys were rescued from fire-e capes, and from the dizzy and p:!rilous heights of windows on the third floor. Patience ceased to be a virtue when all had to wait, while the young gallants whispered sweet nothing into feminine ears. The members of the cast were Lea Penman, Rosalind; Mabelro e Wilc!man, Celia; Florence Fox, Phoebe; Kathleen Craig, Audrey; Horace Wells, Orlando; Burdette Van Arsdall, Oliver; Will Kelly, Adam; Wesley Osborne, Touchstone; Joe Naylor, orin; Paul Jenness, harles the wrestler, and the exiled duke ; Philip Adams, Le Beau, and Amiens; harles Hilliker, Duke Frederick, and William; Willis M arshall, Jacques; and I rving Nicholls, ilvius. The Annual must go to press before the grand finale of the play, but there is the firm and calm convicfon that it will be a great Kathleen Craig. success. 10 5 �(January 31, 1913.) It was to be a rare treat. With the coming of the new year c.ame also weeks of work for six sons of ongress and six daughters of MinBut under the able tutelage of Miss erva. Park work wore away, time wore away, timidness wore away, and at length the twelve were pronounced line-perfect, full-fledged actors and actresses. Dauntless declaimers of Congress then mounted the platform and poured their hard-gained eloquence upon listening assemblies. Yes, Rollo, it pays to advertise. So with the promise of a professional performance, with real scenery, real footlights and four hundred dollars' worth of real furniture buzzing in its ear, the school breathlessly awaited the evening of the thirty-first. It arrived. As the clock in the Daniels & Fisher tower struck the hour of seven, on this placid eve, the hall was half full ; as its hands covered the half-after dots, the crowd was still increasing, and ere our school orchestra burst into ecstasy of premeditated art, near the eighth hour, the staid old assembly room fairly groaned. Mingling with tumultuous handclapping from the vast concourse, the last strains of dulcet melody gradually died away. Fondly laying aside I OG �his loved instrument, the cello player snapped a switch, and the real footlights burst into existence, radiant and dazzling. When the "voice off the stage" was conveniently situated and th "all set" signal given, the curtains were rent asunder and the real scenery and four hundred dollars' worth of real furniture beamed upon a blinking audience . Yes, Rollo, the show had commenced. The characters in the order of their appearance were: Julia Gross as Pauline, who, with Bernard Yegge as Baptiste, skilfully portrayed the anfractuosities of the minds of modern servants; Zilpha Carruthers in the role of the fastidious Madame du Pont; Addison Manning as the love-lorn Anatole; yprienna Turcotte in the role of Mathilde-in the riding habit; Marion Hawkins as Mlle. Zenobie; Earl ranston in the part of Brismouche, a natural naturalist; Robert Phillipps as the debonair Pro per, to whom ob tacles were but stimulants; Burdette Van rsdall a the Baron de Ia Glaciere. monocle el al.; Helen Durbin as Louise, and Clara Auslender as Mlle. Suzanne de Ruseville- "All the world loves a lover"; Wil liam Hazlett as Francois, a lover' servant. It would scarcely be proper to cia sify our friend the "dog" under the order of appearance, as for some unaccountable reason he ref used to appear. ince criticism in his ca e i not a "cold busines " suffice it to say that his barking howed long and careful trainmg, pe!rless technique and unsurpassed execution. Music? Yes, plenty of it. The orche tra, compo ed of Hya- cinthe Scott, Simie Atlivaick, Edward Bloom and Charles Adam , treated the music lovers to a feast royal, as did Ewell lark, whose elections on the piano were quite in accordan e with the spirit of the evemng. It was a rare treat-well done. And should .You upon a time twenty (?) year from that placid eve, be visited by a "faint auroral flush" in memory of that treat b1de-a-wee. Give one whole and entire recollection to each and every one of Twelve; to Miss Park, whose management and coaching so reflected itself in their achng on that eve of the thnty-first; to Mmer Phillipps, who e unceasing efforts made the performance so ]. Pierpont Morganish. And then, take .You an Annual, who e tottering step were o uccored by "A crap of Paper," and, having read, doze into gentle sleep (perhap ) . john T. Swift. �IDqr IDablrs ~urttrb It wa ew Year's Eve, and nearly twelve o'clock. I sat gazing into the fire and thinking reb lliou ly of the good re olutions I ought to make, but I didn't feel like turning over a new leaf. Presently I felt omeone tou h my shoulder. tartled, I turned, and there stood Old Father Time, with his cythe and his hour-gla s, ju t as I had een him in pictures. "Good resolutions again?" he laughed, good-naturedly. "Well, a a gentle reminder, here corres poor old 191 2 with all his regret for the thing you should have done but didn't, and those you shouldn't have done but did." As Father Time poke, old 191 2, majestic and sad, entered the room. Following him were a crowd of little black imps, who looked exactly like the Gloom in the funny pictures. A I sat staring at the e shadowy figures in a dazed sort of way and wondering if tho e Regret really were all mine, I heard a vociferous "rahrah-rah," and the little ew Year carre dancing in, with a baseball bat over one houlder and a foo'b:ill under hi arm. He was followed by a troop of Happy Little Hopes for 1913, who all waved red and white pennants and rah-rah-rahed with their leader. A dear, chubby little fellow he wa , the Little ew Year, with a jolly smile on hi face. "Hello, Old Father Tirre," he said, "a Happy New Year to you, and to you, too,"-a he noticed me. "Writing good resolution, are you? Oh, say, can that stuff. I'm goin' to make a few changes this year. W 'II send orre of the e has-been and their customs back to the dim pa t with 191 2, and have some new tunes on this old merry-go-round." Old Father Time' eyes twinkled at the merry little fellow's assurance, as he remarked, "I don't know what you're going to do, but you'd better not do it." "Never mind, governor, I've got some of the dandiest schemes. I tell you, my think-tank's been busy. First I'm going to-But wait, I'll show you." He open d the door and beckoned, and the queerest looking creature came in. It was a great, big "X," and it wore on its face an expression like a question mark. Little 191 3 performed th introductions. "This is Mr. Algebra. And now let me tell you why I turned the spot-light on him. I'm always strong for the boys and girls, and now that I'm the main guy, I hereby appoint myself a good roads committee of one. I'm going to put the gang to work and we'll see if we can't have smoother traveling for this rising young generation. I've begun with old Algebra here. I've told him that he must turn over a new leaf and make his unknown quantities easy to find. He doesn't like it a bit, but he'll have to stand it. I'd make him tell you himself, but he's such a sulky fellow he keeps what h knows to himself." ("Yes," I thought, "I never could get anything out of Algebra, either.") Just then a personage wearing a costume which strongly reembled those I had seen in pictures of ancient Romans, entered the room. He was not tall, but his pre ence was commanding. "This is Julius c~sar. Well, Julius, old sport, tell us what I'm going to make you do." Old Father Time looked quite shocked at this very disrespectful speech, but it did not di turb ~sar in the least. "Why, he seems to th!nk that in writing my 'Gallic Wars,' I have added a great load to the burden which suffering humanity ha3 to bear. He says that he is going to write a book in the English language which shall contain no word of less than five syllables. I am to translate this book into Latin and see how I like that. I 10 �shouldn't be worried at all if he did it by himself, for I don't take much stock in him, but he says he's go;ng to have Mr. Pitts help him, and that I shall be required to make my translation as rapidly as is 'compatible with dignity.' That looks rather bad for me, doesn't it?" Julius said, with a worried smile. I agreed with him, having had some experience with Mr. Pitts' extensive vocabulary my elf. Cesar now sat down beside 1912 and began to discuss the degeneracy of the present times. "Why, hello, Eddie, I'd almost forgotten you." I turned, and there in the door stood Mr. Burke. He came forward and addre sed the company in his b st speech-making style. "The honorable gentleman infom:s rr:e that, owing to the ambiguity of some of my staterr:ents, I rr:u t re-write my peech on Conciliation in words of one syllable. I could refute his arguments just as well as I refuted all of Lord ' orth's, if I were so dispo ed, but I always felt that I should like to wr:te omething really simple. Besides, I meant to convert the members of Parliament by my speech, and I never supposed it would be used as an instrument of torture for poor eniors. Therefore, I shall gladly do as he requests." "Thanks, Eddie," aid 191 3. "I see you approve of my plan, although you never did believe in trying new schemes. What do the re t of you think of it?" on ervative Old Father Time poke up: "I am surpri ed at Mr. Burke. I felt sure he would consider the plan impracticable. I want to tell you that I certainly do." Here Algebra actually showed some animation by shouting, "Hear, hear!" but Julius C~esar, the apple, and I all agreed with 19 1 3 ; and I'm sure you do, too. Just then the clock struck twelve, and they all vani he d. Bells began to ring ; whistles began to blow ; people in the streets were shouting, "Happy ew Year, Happy ew Year"; and I went to bed in a placid frame of mind, and left the good resolutions to the Edith L. Schnell. other fellow. The Little ew Year now ran to the door. "Why, how do you do?" he said, to empty air, it seemed to me, but upon looking carefully I saw a nice, big, rosy apple. "I am that famous and unfortunate apple," it said, "that fell from the tree under which Sir Isaac ewton was stttmg. 'Oh, what a fall was there, my countrymen.' Sir Isaac wouldn't come him elf. He has such an exalted opinion of the physical laws he has discovered that he thinks the world owes him a vote of thanks. But I offer my sincere apologies for having been one of the original causes of so much trouble." "We have you, Mr. tevenson," said the Little ew Year, in a brisk and business-like tone. "We'll see that Mr. Newton turns over a new leaf. And we won't do a thing to Physics. I alway did think it was a bore, anyway. Believe me, I'm going to reform every subject in the curriculum. But I'll have time to tell you about only one more now. I've written a letter. Here, I'll read it: " 'MR. JoH MIL TO . "'Dear Sir:-We beg to inform you that we find it necessary to request you to write notes to all your poems, elucidating all ambiguous passages and explaining all mythological reference . " 'Yours sincerely, "· Ew YEAR & Co.' 109 �A Jontr Oh, the age of awful writers, nd the thing without a text, Poets are a lot of piker . Where'll lit'rature be next? First it's on the cost of living: Why are eggs so cussed high? an't we cut the price we're giving? oal's got wings and learned to fly . Poet grab a sheet of paper, hp it down in fearful haste, ure, that' all the proper aper; All th : thought can't go to waste. ow about our pretty valleys, Now a cure for heart disea e, orne new scheme for sweeping alley , Or the music in the breeze. When along doth com a eason, Autumn, pring, or hristmas time, Th en they wr:te without a reason; Half the line don't try to rhyme. In this day and age of dollars, When it's hard to keep a cook, Take the poets by the collars, We 'II give all of 'em the hook. W. A . Kel/:y. 11 0 �( ole-Repeated attempts to write a hristmas story. T op:cs carce as mdulgent tead:ers. orne excus~ neces5ary. ) nable to corner the market on idea . Have you ever tried to meditate, To get right down and cogitate, And think of some small incident In which you've taken part? Tried to be downright dramatic, And to make it sound grammatic, Then found, to your confusion, That you're not there with the art? o' he could u e it for his tory, And make it a dramatic glory, And recompense his teacher for Her keen solicitation. (For she had taken spec1al pain To see that all her pupils' brain hould not grow clogged ilnd du ty by n idly sp~nt vacation.) He took a chance at early rising, W 1th rr.orning walk quite appetizmg; Beheld the sun climb up the ky In no unu ual glory. He watched the rr.oon far in the night, It was a mo t engro ing ight, uggesting lovely things to say, But nothing for a tory. Well, it seems an easy matter When you teeth begin to chatter, And your brain starts in to buzz about The things that you have done. But when tl:e stuff you try to write In grammar fit for human sight, Your thoughts of poets are revisedIt doesn't seem so much like fun. He tried the hristmas hopping trick, And tackled crowds and bargains thick, Thinking perhaps fate might be kind And treat him to adventure. (Would that teachers knew such grief And agonies past all belief; ould they then have the nerve to meet The mi sing "comp." with cen ure?) He sat before a glowing grate, And let deep thoughts teal in his pate; With puckered brow and dreamy stare, nd hand cia ped like a preacher, H1 thoughts n:curred to irgil ad; That put his "think-tank" on the bad. w.th morals wrecked, and hope ca t down, He longed to be a teacher. know a fellow that once tried (And tried until he almost died) To write a composition 'bout A Christmas incident. He went down town 'most every day, And threw himself 'round any way, He d:dn't care just what he did, In fact, he wooed an accident I need rr.u : end thi hist'ry now. The fellow took a olemn ''0\\ To t ::~ke up hauling coal or br:ck Or o:r.ething he could handle; nd o, in utter brain fatigue, (Thi i- o ad, I pau e to grieve) He woke with uch a udden tart, I le near up et the candle. Addison .\!anninR. Ill �1!lllqn'.a 1!lllqn in tl1r 111arultu I. Who sits in state in Room ixteen, majestic as a king, nd thunders, "Boys, get off those desks," with a firm, p rsua 1ve ring? Who e mild and unemphatic way is namely and to-wit: A wit which fits each hit to grit, and a power to outpit Pitt? Who e socks and ties of varied hues all rainbows put to shame? Who slings around more monstrous words than Webster e'er could name? Who runs the Friday vaudeville shows, the extra hour one , And never has let pass a chance to resurrect his puns? Who "greets" you in the office, and scares you into fit The actor elocutionist, Profes or Ralph S. Pitts. II. Who know whatever physics knows, and why gas meters fly? Who has a panacea for each wrong beneath the sky? Who pops a question; runs his eyes along the terraced height; · Glares at the boy who looks mo t scared, and asks him to recite? But when the pretty girls recite, who looks at them and smiles, And helps them on with hints and hints, for he can't resist their wiles? Who shows the quartette how to sing, and how to warble right? Who tells his cia ses what to wear and how to pronounce "height"? In fact, who tells them everything which anyone should know? Professor E. Waite Elder, who's the corporation ' foe. 112 �III. Whose "Careful, boys!" and "Careful, girls!" will ever haunt our brain? Who every morning, noon and night repeats that same refrain? Who taught us mathematics when not talking politics, And made us learn geometry- when opinions wouldn't mix? Who believes in votes for women, ard the people's power to rule? Who's a William Jennings Bryanite? Oh, she's great at teaching school! Who has charmed the young men teachers, and a lot of Seniors, too? ( ometimes there are a dozen 'bout her, ar.d sorr.etimes just a few.) Who's a very nice young lady, as they one and all agree? Miss Isadore Van Gilder- Kester, soon we hope 'twill be. , IV. Careful .Bo_y5. " Whose room is changed each year or two, so forewarned F re hies told To dodge Room H will choose Fifteen, and thus come in her "fold"? Of whom do Freshmen dream each night, and waken with a start? Who makes them quake thP livelong day, ar,d shiver to the heart? Whose lair should bear upon the door, in letters dark and sere, This legend: "Leave all hope behind, all ye who enter here"? Who gives a lesson worse than Pitts, or even Miss Van Gilder? Miss Kennan can't give tests as hard, no more can Mr. Elder. Who's feeling rather lonely now, since Granger's left his place? But there are still some young men left to reconcile Miss Chase. 113 �Ntutrmnrr I. 0, the class that inhabits the Freshman room, It seem by their faces they've never known gloom; They grin through their lessons, they grin through their play, And there's never an hour that M is ha e doesn't say, "Quiet down, or at two-thirty-five you must stay." Once upon a morning dreary, while I dreamed, tired and weary. Over many a thing and curious thought of dim-remembered lore, While I dreamed, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, On my shoulder sternly, rapping, rapping that I'd felt before. " 'Ti some teacher stern," I muttered, and then to rr.e he uttered, Only this, and nothing more. For a moment the grin may be nipped in its youth, For a space of two minutes you don't see a tooth; They're going to reform, they olemnly say, But, alas! they disgrace themselves on the next day. II. "Ah, di tinctly I remember, on the first of last December, That I spoke to you of pipe-dreams; and what's more, You'll have to give attention, or there'll be a small convention Of you and me and Mr. Pitts upon the Office floor. For these idle dreams," he stated, "this one puni hment lated. urely this, and maybe more." But teachers, take courage; some day, by and by, Your overtasked patience they'll no longer try; For dignified Seniors, quite free from small sins, May develop in spite of these Freshman grin . III. Then this teacher stern beguiling, I answered straight a-smiling To the grave and stern decorum of the countenance he wore"Though I'm very often dreaming, and I'm very often seeming To be looking from my book and through the door, I swear I'll give attention, and there'll be a quick suspension Of those punishments you mentioned, and of dreams there'll be no more." Quoth the teacher, "Nevermore?" Wm. Ellsberg, '14. THE Convent 10n I I4 �wqr .t~Rollrnt Qlru!lu()rr!l 0, see the merry suffragettes, The window-breaking crew, Who like to march the streets and shout, While father stirs the stew. C!!nptnin iSairll '!l 1\llllrr!l!l to i!li!l wrnm Their heaven is the ballot-box, They do whate'er they choo e, They care not who darns up the socks Or washes out the clothes. We hope they' ll quiet down again, And take up household duties. And "nix" on this reforming game, Which is not meant for beauties. Warren Mills. MA UAL CAME- THA K CIVI C. Before the Came. orne on, now, fellows, let's don't be tame, We'll show that Manual crowd a game; Keep your heads cool, don't notice the crowd, There's nobody there, no sweethearts proud; We're out at Union, any old night, With the econd team playin' with all their might. There's just one thiug, though, fellows, We've got to fight. After First Half. core, 0-0. Pretty work, fellows, that's playin' the game, We'll beat that Manual crowd, or Baird's not my name; J ust hold your own man, don't let him go, And when you're tack lin', tackle him low; Come on, now, everyone in with a vim, D on't be yellow- our skulls ain't thin; And one thing more fellowsWe've got to win. After the Came. Score: M anual 7, Eat 0. I t's all over now, fellows, all for this year, Their shouts of victory sure do sound queer; They played a clean game, we can't kick; 'Twas enough in itself for that bunch to stick; You've played a sDJell game, though we d id get beat; Their victory, believe me, was a marv'lous feat. Well- come on now, fellow , We've got to eat. Warren B urqet. 11 5 �It was an ideal setting for a battle. The un was halfway down the sky, which was clear save for one little patch of white cloud that were lazily hanging in the heavens as if they did not fear the glare of the benevolent afternoon un. The great pine trees towering like sentinels cast long hadows over the little tream. It could hardly be called a river for it was barely twenty feet from side to side, yet there was something about it which sugge ted the latent force of the river it was to form. As yet it was really nothing but a roaring rna s of hallow pool behind huge rocks with even shallower riffles above them. Thu , small and incon equential, it roared through the forest which reached over the rounded top of " ugar Loaf" to the summit of "Old Gus" on one side and up the steep slopes of Ute Peak on the other. At this point the stream ran close to the wooded slope of " ugar Loaf" and made a sharp turn alrr.ost a horseshoe in shape. On the inner side of the curve there was a low, gravelly beach, but on the other side was a huge rock, large enough to hold a wagon and team of hor es on its broad top. Beneath this huge pro· tecting bulwark the river ran in a deep, swirling eddy, slowly but surely eating its way into the heart of the rock. In such a setting surely the antagon=sts must be kings of their kind. For three summers had the man tried in vain to catch that trout. The Monarch of the outh Fork he had named him, and well. When first three summers ago he had een the big fellow he had estimated him as about a two-pounder. The summer before he had passed the three-pound mark. Now the old fisherman believed he would weigh at least five pounds, if not more. ever before in all his forty years of angling had he seen such an elusive trout, thought the man, as he gazed down at the speckled beauty lazily snapping up the willow flies from the surface of the water. Many times that summer had the slim figure of the fisherman been seen on the outh Fork. Day after day, week after week, had he trudged up the river to continue his duel of wits with the old trout. Often had he gone in over the tops of his high rubber boots, which reached almost to the dirty old corduroy coat, from the pocket of which stuck a red fly book. More than once some low-hanging branch had knocked his slouch felt hat into the river and left uncovered the thin, craggly gray hair, which 116 �merged into the rough beard that formed the background for a wellworn cob pipe. But what were such obstacles to a true fisherman bent on a long-cherished ambition? Was he not known as the best fisherman in Middle Park? It was not for naught that he had won this title, and now he vowed to catch the Monarch this time, or forever let him rest. out a beautiful "Gray-bod1ed Gray Hackle" and a "Ginger Quill." arefully soaking them, he placed them on his leader. Then, stooping lowly the flies low, he cast once more into the head of the pool. floated down over the wirling water , and he had about given up hope when suddenly there was a flash, a strike, a jerk, and the "Monarch of the outh Fork" was hooked. lowly and carefully he crept around the curve below the pool, and crossing the stream came out on the inner beach. Stooping low lest the big fellow see him, he carefully examined his leader and flies. He decided to first try a "Royal oachman" and a "Brown I Iackie." Having secured hi flies to the leader, he cautiously reeled out about fifteen feet of line and gently casting in at the upper end of the pool. let his flies float down into the eddy where he knew the big fellow was lying. Excited by the nearness of hi quarry, the old fisherman slowly raised himself to a standing position just as the trout started for the fly. Instantly he dropped, but too late; the fish had seen him and turned back to the bottom. Time after time the man cast tho e elusive but dangerous flies over the great trout, but to no avail. The wise old trout had too often eluded the hook concealed in similar flies to be easily deceived now. fhen indeed b gan the Battle Royal. Up the stream tore the great trout. On, on he went till the man began to fen that the end of his line would be reached, when he suddenly turned and came b:1ck down stream again. It was only with the great kill of long practice that the old sportsman wa able to control the suddenly loosen ~d line. Like a veritable derron raged the great fish . p stream, down stream, from shore lo shore, now clear out of the water in a convulsive leap, now down among the rock of the bottom he tore. But it was beyond the power of a trout, king though he was, to maintain such a pace. Gradually his ru hes shortened and slowly the man tightened the line . 1 here were but thirty feet of line between the "Monarch" and his enemy, now twenty-five, now twenty, when suddenly the big fellow turned and made one final rush straight at the figure on tl-.e shore and sprang into the air alrro t at his feet. He gave one lc:st to s of his great head in a desperate endeavor to shake out that st'ngmg barb, and dropped back into the water, free. The old graybeard dropped his head, and turning away murmured an inarticulate oath to conceal his wounded pride and his admiration of the "Monarch of the South Fork." Gripping h's blackened pipe rrore tightly between his teeth, the old man sat down to wait. Fifteen minutes, half an hour, he waited with the patience of one who had never known defeat. He knew the memory of the fish was brief and now perhaps the denizen of the river had forgotten what he had seen. Opening his fly book, he took 117 ��®ur 11~ �Atqlrttr Assnriatinn Chairman . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .................... . .... George Hopkins Treasurer . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .................. W. S. Reed ecretary ............ .. ..... . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . Mearl G. Heitzman F acuity . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . R. B. Kester i\tlflrttr llioarll ~trln' i\tlflt•ttr 1Doarll Head Boy .. .. ...... ...... . ............. George Hopkins Pre id:nt .................................. Alma Keehn CLA S REPRE E TATIVES. CLASS REPRESE TATIVES. Seniors. Mearl G. Heitzman, Robert Seniors. Marguerite De loud, Alma Keehn hotwell juniors. Hazel Hopkins, Cyprienna Turcotte juniors. Charle· Hilliker, Earl chreiber, John Cunningham Sophomores. Amy Pitkin, Florence Cranston Sophomores. Douglas Findlay, R. Gary, Allison Weaver Freshmen. Mildred Shotwell, Ethel Huber Freshmen. G. Holland, John Jordan, Alvin Mooney BOARD OF DIRECTORS. Miss Sabin, Miss Kennan, Miss Cohen 120 ��lffnnthall When the championship series opened, East started by defeating West, 6 to 0 . On account of our poor showing against West, Mr. Kester worked the team until after dark every night the following week . The next aturday East met South and was defeated by the score of 18 to 6. In this game East did not play "football" until th game was lot. On November 23 East beat North by the core of 26 to 6. This was the best game of the series- from our point of view. The men in this game certainly showed that they could play football. Thanksgiving day we met Manual and were defeated in the Ia t minute of play. Captain . . .... .. .... . . .. ... .. .. . Baird oach . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Kester Manager ... ....... .. ........ Bromfield Assistant Manager. . . .... ........ Hilliker The sea on of 191 2 opened with very good pro pects for us. We had Baird, Hopkins, chreiber, hotwell, Cunningham and Heitzman back from last year, and plenty of new material for a good team. In the games out of town, the team made a very good showing. It defeated the strong Fort Morgan team, which claims the championship of the Northern Division, and the Aggie Short Horns, who have been defeated but once in three years. The only game that East lost was the one with Sterling. In this game East did not play up to form until the second half, when we made three touchdowns and had the ball upon SterEng's three-yard line when the fourth quarter ended. The final score was East 21, terling 26. THE The schedule for the out-of-town games was as follows . East, East, East, East, C HEDULE . East Denver, 6; West Denver, 0. East Denver, 6; outh Denver, 18. East Denver, 26; North Denver, 6. East Denver, 0; Manual, 6. The men who received monograms this year were Baird, Andrew , Blake, Costello, unningham, Findlay, Heitzman, Hopkins, Jenness, Ladd, Weaver and Wilson. Of these, Baird, Cunningham, Heitzman, Hopkin , chreiber and hotwell were awarded "D's" and two bars. In order to end the season properly, Mr. Kester gave the team a banquet at the avoy, and it was some feed . M. C. H. 33; Greeley, 0. 14; Fort Morgan, 0. 21 ; Sterling, 26. 18; Aggie Short Horn , 6 . . ~ ··: ~ ~ ~ ~' ~ ~ ~ ~ ·~ - • •- - y ' ... : • - ... • • M • .: • • • - I : • • ' v- • �(1.qr Wqauksgtutug ~amr East met Manual on Thanksgiving morning to play the last game of the season. There was a good, enthusiastic crowd. Aside from the field's being rather muddy it was a splendid football day. Both teams were in good shape and they played very evenly during the entire game. In the first quarter Manual tried a Princeton from the field, but failed to make it. During the second quarter Manual used several foxy formations, but didn't batHe East in the least. They attempted their fancy shift formation three times. The first and second times they made but very little, and lost about fifteen yards the third time. East had the ball on Manual's three-yard line and two downs to make goal. The crowd nearly went wild with excitementManual with fear, and East with joy and hope. But at this point the tir.1e-keepers, getting a little worried, called the first half. Thi meant that when the play started again there would be a kick-off. East lost heart, but the team kept a "stiff upper lip." East sent up a balloon as an offering to the goddess Fortune, but it is to be suppo ed she never received it, because instead of having her guidance we were followed by her unwelcome daughter, Miss Fortune. The third quarter was eventless. East held her own and played very well. In the fourth quarter Manual managed to get the ball on East's five-yard line with a couple of downs to put it over. (But, luckily for them, time was not called a nd they made a touchdown around our right end . ) They kicked goa l, making the core 6 to 0 m their favor. Manu al k:cked to E ast, but there was only a short time left to play, and although East played splendidly, the game wa soon called. The line-up of East's team was a follows: Baird (Cap), aptain . . . . Right Half chreiber ( chrieb) . . . ..... Full Back o tello (Costy) .. .. . .. . . . Left Half unningham (Johnnie) .. .Quarter Back Wilson (Ki Yi) . . . . . . . . . . . . . enter Blake (AI) .. . ..... . . . . Right Guard Andrews (Feet) . ...... Right Tackle Hopkins ( Hoppy) . ...... . Right End Findlay (Doug) . ..... ... Left Gua rd Heitzman (Heitz) ....... L eft Tackle hot well ( hotly) .......... Left End Ladd (Hi) wa put in Findlay' place and Weaver in place near the last of the fourth quarter. hotty's Rob:?rt W endell Merritt. ���ot "R BA KFTBAT.L TEA \.1 ��...... iBa.altrthall game and seldom missed her basket. Our guards were both new, but did exceptionally well. Mildred hotwell was always in her place beside her forward, while Rosa Meyers always played a very consistent game. As second center, no one could outplay Lillian Waldorf. Alma Keehn, the captain, was the jumping center. Although Lottie Finn was not on the team, she was manager, and a very good one. Goldie Latenser was a "sub" and played either forward or guard equally well. Georgia Wyse also made a good guard. Ollie pinner and Gertrude ooper were excellent forwards. Our mettle was first tried in the Ashland game. The resultant score-38 to 1 7 in our favor-added to our enthusiasm, preparing us for our next victory over the D. U. girls, the score being 31 to 26. Again we played Ashland, defeating them by the score of 19 to 14. Our next victory was at Littleton, where we defeated Littleton High School girls. This was, without doubt, the best game we played, and it marked the first defeat the Littleton girls ever witnessed on their own floor. Then we played W. D. H. S. and won from them by a score of 33 to 28. One dark and dreary night the team ventured to theN. D. H. S. "gym," where we played the Teachers' Club, beating them by 30 points. We met our first defeat when we played Manual. This was due to the fact that Ethel Huber was not able to play. We are to meet Manual again and we hope to beat them then. Although we can't say as yet that we have won the championship, we hope to be able to say so later. We have yet to play N. D. H. S. and S. D. H. S. before the season is over. The girls have made a record that the school can always refer to with pride, and much of their success is certainly due to their exceptional coach, Mr. Kester. iBoyn' iBunkrtball Although East did not turn out a champion hip team this year, yet it had one which we hope was a credit to the school. Nearly all of last year's men were seniors, so were no longer with us. Bromfield was the exception. When we learned, however, that he was not able to play, even Kester's smile wore off. otwithstanding our raw material, we soon had a team which, with more experience, might have proved a strong one. In the first two games of the season we were weak on our shooting, but in the last two we played better ball and lost to orth Denver by one point, in the fastest game of the season. Jenness, Ladd, and Keezer played the guard positions well, while Wells and Brown played forwards. Although the season was not a success from the standpoint of winning games, yet exp rience was gained by players who will be with us next year. C. Hilliker. <6trln' iBualtrthull Notwithstanding the fact that this year's team was raw material. except Addie Cronan and Alma Keehn, the new members showed exceptional ability by repeatedly defeating more experienced teams. M any good times, especially the "feeds" when the coach, M r. Kester, wasn't looking-made the social side one to be long remembered by all. The entire team deserves special mention. Addie Cronan and Ethel Huber played forwards. Ethel always got the ball before the other fellow, and was a "sure shot." Addie played a very teady Alma R. Keehn. 128 �(irark The spring of 191 2 saw East Denver come back into her own by winning the annual city track meet. We were fortunate in having a squad that had "lived" with us for four years, and had, during that time, profited by training and experience until they had reached the championship class. From another viewpoint, however, it proved a great misfortune, for every point-winner of last year's team was graduated, leaving the squad of this year without a veteran for captain. The members of last year's team were, with the exception of Peterson, Bowhay and Deeds, in fine fettle the day of the meet, and made records of which the school may well feel proud. Bradley was the individual point-winner, taking the I 00-yard by a margin of 8 yards, the 220-yard dash by an easy lead, the high jump at 5 feet 6 inches, in perfect form, and maintaining the lead in the final leg of the half-mile relay. Bradley's time--caught by all three watches-of I 0 seconds in the century event, broke all previous city records and tied the state record. Nelson did fine work in the hurdle events, winning the high, and taking second in the low. Bob ran his hurdle in the best form een last season and, due to his excellent condition, set a city record in the 120-yard event. Peterson ran a very pretty 440, contesting every step of the way with Kranich of Manual, and finishing but a few inches behind him. Considering that this was Pete's first 440, and that he was not in the best of condition, his work was remarkable. He took a place, also, in the discus throw. Mathew took first place in the discus with a throw slightly und ~ r Johnson of North had been expected to win this event, but was much off form and pulled only a second place. I 00 feet. Captain Sewell annexed his event, the vault, with his cu tomary ease and grace, at I 0 feet 7 inches, but, due to fatigue, just missed his "try" for a record at I 0 feet 9 inche . Bowhay, though not recovered from a severe cold contracted at the time of the indoor meet at the tadium, was a poi01t-winner for us in the 440. "Dutch" Richter was able to spread himself over enough ground in the broad jump to secure third place and one point for his school. It looked for a while as if all these single points were going to be needed, North and East running neck and neck up to within a few events of the last, the relay. Prettier running has seldom been witne sed in our city relay event. Parker, who ran second man on our team, entering with a handicap of fourth place for his team, picked up one place, touching off Pete in third place. Pete ran his best race of the day on the third leg of the relay, passing the two men ahead of him and giving Bradley a five-yard lead which he maintained to the end. All in all, the 1912 meet was one of the best ever conducted by the city High chools- well managed, and run off in chedule time. Of cour e, it was a success from our point of view. The indoor meet, held at the Auditorium, March I , was in the nature of a try-out to judge the caliber of the material, out of which will have to be developed the team which will represent East in pring Track. judging by the howing made, we will be weak in the sprints and jumps, although so far as giving a correct basis for judging the sprints the meet was a farce, the men who were built close to the ground being the only ones who could, with any degree of success, negotiate the corners. :x of our men placed, Brown taking the 1,120, Jenness the 640, Jones getting third in the 120, Lindenbaum third in the 640, and Howry and Holland second and third, respectively, in the 320. These six elected Howry as captain of track for this year, and under his leadership we will turn out a team which will be a credit to East, though maybe not a champion. R. B. K. �OUR TRACK �CHAMPIONS �0Jros.6 OJouutry Cross-country season opened with bright prospects and closed with victory, which meant the winning of the cup for the second time. There was a good bunch out, and the competition for the team same way. Every East man was in before thirty-fifth place. Henry of Manual got first place and deserves a great deal of credit, but he did not have the backing of an all-around team like the East team. Manual took the first two places in the run, but came out third in points. The first East man in was Lindsay, who got sixth place. He was followed closely by Howry, who came in eighth. The team was as follows: Lindsay, Howry, Brown, Holland, Markley, Mulvihill, Bartels, Sheldon, Mechling, and Armour Lindsay. was very close. There were four men back from last year's teamLindsay, Brown, Howry and Holland. A great deal of credit is due Lawrence Brown, the captain, and Mr. Kester, who coached the team to victory. Mr. Kester gave his time regularly and got out and worked with them, showing the fellows how to improve and encouraging them at the same time. The team was in good shape on the day of the race, March twenty-second. The course was muddy, but in spite of this fact the There will be seven men over from this year's team. And from all appearances we have a brighter prospect for next year than ever before. Holland was elected captain for next year, and it is expected that the team of Fourteen will win the cup again, which will make the third time in succession and give it permanently to East Denver. two and one-half miles were made in fourteen minutes and six and two-fifths seconds, which i good time. ear the beginning of the race the East fellows got near together and fini hed in omewhat the Robert W. Merrill. 132 ��oy.a' {irnnia Each year the enthusiasm shown for tennis has increased. The game has constantly been growing more popular, and in the course of a few years we hope that it will have as large a following as other sports in the school. Twenty-nine turn d out last September to try for the honors. Many close matches were played, and there was great excitement on the courts at Eleventh and Sherman. Each one was eager to win. orne coveted the honor and the championship, others the monogram. Stuart Dennison was successful in the singles, and Donald Bromfield and Dexter Keezer were the winners in the doubles. On account of the bad weather we could not arrange for a match with Manual. This was very unfortunate, as two cups are being contested for, which will become the property of the school as Carl Lind. soon as we win them once more. <6irl.a· (;;rmtht An unusually large number of girls turned out in the fall for tennis. The courts used were on Tenth and Pearl, and they were in fine condition. Those who played did not go in for the mere object of winning, but for the sport and fine exercise derived from the game. As Addie Cronan had won the girls' championship for '1 0 and ' 11 , she was not eligible to compete this year in the singles. Hazel Messenger won the singles, defeating Gertrude Cooper by the score of 6-2, 6-4. The game showed the excellent playing of both the girls. Alma Keehn and Gertrude Cooper lost the doubles to Addie ronan and Hazel Messenger in two sets, the scores being 7-5, 6-4. The game was exciting, showing good playing on both sides. The girls who participated in the tournament were Gertrude Cooper, Florence Cranston, Lila Devereaux, Arlie Conaway, Alma Keehn, Hazel Messenger, Rosa Meyers, Amy Pitkin, Cyprienna Turcotte, Catherin Van Dusen, Addie Cronan and Mildred Beatty. Alma Keehn. ���~ I ~. 1'""..Jt ~~ '·-~.~: :~::~' ' •• TEAl\1, 1912 �IW~ 9 ---_~--~.-......c.-._~ - - - ---~- = each high school in the league with every other team . At the end of the first series the four leading teams played two more games, the two having the highe t percentages playing the last game for the city championship. East Denver won the first three games, but was unfortunate in the last round, losing the last three played. aptain Tray lor pitched It is hard to pick any individual stars. all of the games and worked earnestly and untiringly to keep at the top of the list. The infield, consisting of Bromfield, Hickey, Hagadorn and Peterson, was fast and sure, and with the exception of Peterson will be found on the 191 3 team. Swift, Heitzman, Dennison and Heideman of the outfield will also be with the 1913 team, thus making a nucleus of seven men for the 191 3 team. The baseball season of 191 2 wa a disappointment to most of the loyal supporters of the Red and White. But when it is remembered that only three of the 1911 championship team were available as a nucleus about which to build a team, the performance of the nine was extremely creditable. Coach Granger was with the team again, and the fine showing made under adverse circumstances is due largely to his untiring efforts. The games which were lost were all lost by close, small scores. ix men had never played on a High chool team before, and as a result the offensive work was not quite of champion hip class. The defensive work left little to be desired, and the "Angels" were known as the fastest fielding team in the league. In the season of 191 2 a series of seven games was played, intead of five, as in the preceding sea on. One game was played by Walter Sheldon. 13 �j\l(y Nigqtmart I had been trying hard to finish an expenment in physics, to test the law of the length of the simple pendulum. I had worked through two periods at school without success. When I got home I fixed up a pendulum and went to work again. I swung this pendulum to and fro and counted the vibrations, holding a watch in my hand and marking the seconds. I figured and reckoned, but each result seemed worse than the last one. At length I gave up in despair and went to bed. uddenly great brass balls began to swing through the air from all directions, coming nearer and nearer my poor, throbbing head. I looked to see what force was swinging these mighty pendulums so cruelly. I saw all around the room mammoth watches, their face grinning fiendishly, their great hands outstretched pushing the heavy balls straight toward me. The watches, instead of ticking, were crying out, "Count, count! Find the square root of the length! Time of one vibration!" Sometimes the great hands of a watch clutched my throat, and the hideous faces yelled, "Multiply, multiply!" ow and then a rope holding one of the great balls broke. I held my breath, expecting my life to be crushed out, then one of the great watch hands would catch the ball just in time, as if it enjoyed prolonging my agony. At last all the faces began to shout together, "She's too slow! Hit her harder!" I shrieked and woke. My alarm clock was ringing, and for the first time in my life I was glad to get up. I went to school resolved to finish that experiment before another night. I worked hard, and 0 bliss! my work was accepted and that night I lept in peace. Eva Irving. flrbitatinun A I lay in the light of the moonbeams, With the cool breeze on my brow, I pondered grave thoughts of the universe Of the When, and the Why, and the How. But when I awoke in the morning, And the sun shone so brightly without; I abandoned my serious musings, And was glad of the things round about. Robert Phillipps . . ��1SrrnllrrtiUl1!i nf Ul1 (@{~ Q)ra~ I approach my subject with hesitation-as your editor, who ha been prodding me up for a month, well knows- and with timidity . It is hard to set down on paper the hopes and aspirations of those old days twenty year ago; hard to expre s the thousand little flavors of school life, from the cleaning of our cadet rilles on the California treet coping to the agony and glory of a competition for the Woodbury medal; hard to frame words to convey to another the dear old musty smell of the school room. So, members of 1913, I shall address myself to you . You may understand what I would like to say, though I realize that things are somewhat different now. And though in your sympathy you may understand me, I feel as timid as if I were passing a note to the girl across the aisle- not on account, believe me, of what Mr. Barrett might say, but on account of what she might say. And yet there is a kind of hazard and excitement about this undertaking that fires the spirit. Methinks I hear again those inspiring lines- bonds ; and many of u are merely the husbands and wives of the same old sweethearts with whom we used to promenade the checkered floor of the lower hall. Oh, those four-minute promenades! I hall not attempt to describe them. They simply must have been experienced to be understood. Those were the days when we didn't have dress suits, automobiles and fraternities, but we did have the rival literary ocieties, the class socials and the prize debates, "no part of which could be committed to writing." Do you have better times now than we had at the Q. E. D . lub? Do you have more heart-burnings than we did in the days when Sergeant - - - - threshed a civilian rival in a bloody five-round m=ll back of the billboards on Twentieth Street? Do you have more politics than we had during the light between the old "Triumvirate" and the "Gang Smashers," when the latter were themselves finally smashed by the power of the Machine after four special elections in two weeks in the old Lyceum? Well, if you do, you have to go some. The Lyceum and Attic societies-! put the Lyceum first because I had the honor of being made its president after a contested election and a recount of votes-were the principal social and intellectual activities of the good old days. One-half of the members of the fourth class-I believe you call it the Freshman class nowadays-were eligible to each society, the Attic being entitled to the first and the Lyceum to the next, in alphabetical order, and so on througl:out the list. For political- and personal-reasons it so met" mes became necessary for the presidents of the two societies to agree on a little accidental transposition of names, and this was not always easy to effect. (The president of the Attic society was a very good friend of mine.) "Hold the ball, Bartels is coming, Niblock signals still; Tommy Woods goes through the center, Win we must and will!" So now the ball is in play, and the first play is to tell you in confidence that all of our real fame was won in school. You will soon be absorbed into the general conglomerate mass of the alumni, and will lose the distinctions you now possess. Our old dashing fullback is now merely a successful hardware dealer; the prize debater of the Attic Society sells lumber; the captain of Company A has degenerated into a corporation lawyer; one who kept the whole school keyed up to a state of healthy activity by his clandestine and unlawful enterprises has fallen to the purely legitimate business of selling irrigation 141 �I might in these remm1scences say a word about the cadetsthey were our glory and pride, and the annual encampment was the event of the year, especially Visitor's Day, when a popular officer would often receive as many as a dozen cakes from feminine admirers. It used to be the practice of some privates to see how many of these cakes they could steal. I know one who was ducked three time to his neck in the muddy waters of the Platte for this offense by a competent committee of officers. Each society had an editor and an editress, of the Attic Sun and the Lyceum tar, respectively, which publications were read aloud at all meetings. Meetings in my day were held in the evening, and tl:ere wa an unwritten law that the president hould always escort tre ecretary and the editor the editress. In orne notable instance thi team work has continued to the pre ent day. This escort duty made the e offices quite de irable, but necessitated a clo e party orpnization to the end that "the right people" should be elected to the corresponding offices. Personally, I never attained any higher rank in the cadets than that of private, but I can say that the training was good in every respect. Of cour~e. there were orne outlaws in each society. For inlance, when the societies put on a joint play-the chool scene from icholas Nickleby-at a Chri tmas entertainment, one "Baron" W-t-ky, one L-w W-r-ky, and one R-Ia W-1-n, whose names I will not mention, greatly enhanced the verisimilitude of the production by heavily loading with red pepper the bowl of "treacle" which Mrs. Squeers ladled out to the class of boys- I suppose you still have the class socials, straw rides, etc. In my day the girls so far outnumbered the boys that it was quite an engineering problem to get them all to the various festivities. I remember that once a chap named Price and myself hired an express wagon, put boards across it for seats, and took eleven girls to a Senior class social at Hartly Clark's house. Later we adopted the expedient of drawing lots, each boy drawing two girls. Here, also, the element of chance was to a certain extent eliminated-when you knew how to do it-but there was the certainty that there would be two girls. I don't remember that there was much objection to this arrangement from the boys, for although the girls would sometimes live in widely different parts of town, there was always one who could be taken home last. I remember one night when we went out to Gene Sayer's place near Arvada for a straw ride on a night which turned very rainy, and of the two girls whom I was conducting one lived at Fifth and Logan and the other at Thirty-first and Williams-but, mind _you, I am not telling which one I look home last. This system was finally broken down, however, because for some unaccountable reason the girls did not seem to like it, and we were left to the principle of natural selection. It was after this that Dad White's horse dropped quorum magna pars fui. There were other societie , too, of an entirely unofficial sort. For instance, the "I. 0. D.", the publicly mentioned name of which was "Imps of Darkness." My oath as an initiate forbids me to disclose its real name, nature or objects. Possibly it and similar organizations were the logical forerunners of the modern societies, though for the sake of the latter I hope not. orne of the ceremonie and pass-words of the I. 0. D., however, gradually leaked out. For instance, if you happened to be visiting a geometry class and found that the boy demonstrating the problem on the blackboard invariably lettered his figure with the initials, or better, with the letters comprising the full name of the teacher, you would know that he was a member of the Independent Order of-there, I nearly let it out! I will say, however, that it was a cardinal principle of the I. 0. D.'s always to remain within the letter of the law. 142 �(who, to be sure, is now across the hall) ; Mr. Barrett, who did his first Colorado teaching in our student days in the old E. D. H. S .• and whom you will learn to love as much as we do as the years go by; Mr. Garvin, Mr. Cannon- -Oh! I must tell you how Mr. annon once conceived the idea of tying the class together by a rope when he was on a geologizing trip, and how, as he was lecturing peacefully along, he suddenly turned and found that he was drawing, not the class, but a fifty-pound boulder. And I might mention, also, how the whole building was filled one day with the howling of dogs and the meowing of cats, brought there in response to an advertisement inserted (on their own responsibility) by two young ladies of Mr. annon's class, who didn't want to see the cau e of science suffer for lack of demonstrating material. The ladies who were on the faculty then, and who are still with you, might object to my mentioning their names- I've been making myself out such an old, old grad-but we know them, and we know that they will become as dear to you as they are now and always will be to us. And now, Class of 1913, with the close of the school year we give you a hearty welcome into the great class of the alumni. May the olci school always be as proud of you as you are sure to be of it. dead when he was taking a lady to her home in Montclair. Of course, it was unfortunate for the horse, but we have every reason to believe that his death was not hastened by fast driving on his last trip. On the contrary, it was surmised that, though always well fed at home, he died simply of starvation. William N. Vaile. Well, your editor said not more than a thousand words- and less, if possible. He will probably cut this down to some such paltry limit before this goes to press. I can only say that I would I could go back again. Some of our old teachers are still there-Mr. Smiley I~ 3 �Denver, (11yr 1.Cay uf tlyr O:aptuiu'.s llinuuy lliuy !Barr olorado, February 22, 191 3. To the Editors, I. Annual of Ea t Denver High chool, Denver, olorado. DEAR IR :- In contributing the enclo ed selection for your Annual, I feel that time ha effaced much of the tone and good humor which surrounded the election. Fond memory of tho e around whom this little narrative was centered alon will bring back recollections of pa t a ociation , and the true appreciation of the election. The selection wa written by Lieut. Herbert F. Lafferty, the gallant soldier of the 7th U. . Infantry, who gave his life during the panish-American war in uba, and by William Y. Hodges, now a prominent attorney of Denver, and wa recited by Mi Jes ie Izett (now Mrs. Hugh Ford, a prominent actre s,) at a public meeting of the Att:c Literary ociety of the Ea t Denver High chool, in 1894. While the authors might justly be censured for violating the ethics regarding confidential communication , the true facts are about as related, and th words which it i alleged were o affectionately spoken on that eventful night led t~ the marriage of the parties who were innocently the subject of the election. They have, as the good old tory goe , "lived happily together ever after." ot long ago, on a windy night, lass '94, o merry and bright, Were given a social by a pta in White. The lads and Ia ies, with mirth galore, Had arrived by nine, if not before, The happy host had cleared the floor, nd the gue ts had begun to dance. II. A merrier party has ne'er been seen, Or never will be again, I ween, Than that which cheered the night, e'en Till after the dance had done And the day before its race had run, nd the envious clock had struck full one, And the dancers begun to leave. The victim wa the "bonny bay mare," which surrendered her life in so worthy a cau e, and to which an epitaph more generou than the one suggested in the article ~hould be written. I am glad to contribute this article for your publication, as it brings back many delightful memories of old friends and happy school days, and I hope it will do the same for tho e who may chance to recall the incident. Yours very truly, III. The night was windy, we've said before, The dust blew in at the open door, 1 he cars had stopped, and what was mort:, One of the happiest among the fair nd the jolliest of all that had gathered there, Must reach her home out near Montclair, nd the Captain must be her escort. W. E. White. lH �VI. You don't understand, I have some fear. ow, I've not studied a horse's ear, But they say the creatures sometimes hear Things not meant for me or you. A tete-a-tete just meant for two, orne folk say 'twas the aptain who Whispered the words she heard. IV. ow, the aptain's somewhat of a man, He straightway hit on an excellent plan, For out in the stable he had a pan Of the sleeke t hor e you e'er saw. He thought a moment, and then aid, "Paw, I'll do nothin' agin the law, If I harness thr little mare." VII. With a "Click! click! Get up, ell!" They urged the beast to the top of thr hill, nd then the mare she topped tone still. With a pu h on this line and a push on that, With a cheery click and a hearty slap, The hor e began to move. XI. here lies a faithful critter here, Now, what she heard will ne'er be read, But the doctors say when he warbled 'My dear It bur t a vein in the horse's head. They were the words, a might be expected, That the aptain said when the maiden accepted. And the horse, too weak to play the role Of the only witne-s (in the stre of excitement) v. IU X. Over the grave of this faithful nag, Deeply cut in a wooden tag, Is thi epitaph, writ by an H. . wag: "Know all the creatures here above, Here lies the mare o sleek and slick, Who listened to the aptain's love, nd then straightway was taken ick. " (Three minutes lapse between scenes IV and V) The horse was jogging kind o' slow, And the Captain was talking kind o' low, When the maiden suddenly halloed "Whoa!" he had seen the horse ort o' stagger and stop. The aptain got out to hunt for a prop o that the horse wouldn't shut up shop And leave them to walk alone. IX. The hou e was reached in somewhat of style, nd the aptain, without a bit of guile, Lingered ju t a little while, Then hastened he to turn the head Of his faithful mare toward home, but instead, When he reached her the mare was dead And her spirit had passed beyond. VIII. surrendered her oul. About fifteen blocks the hor e had walked, And now, in the happy hunting ground The aptain, encouraged, in tender words talked, The poor old hor e can ure be found, When the mare overhearing reared and balked. For he' treading the paths so golden and light, Awaiting the advent of Captain White." It eemed a de~ree as if sen~ from above, fhat a midnight ride and the elf called Love hould not go together though the hor e be drove By our gallant Captain White. 1~- �1Rrminis.crn.cr.a nf tt .IJrnrmrr wen.cqrr the best things that could be said of the alumni-that the large majority are good, upright, loyal citizens. The record of but few can be pointed to with anything but pride. May I say a few words about clas reunions? It has been my privilege to attend everal, and I have, in every case, felt that all who attended them have not only spent most happy hours, but have received help and inspiration, have gone forth with a greater love for classmates and school and a desire to be still more a credit to both. 191 3 Annual: To the Editors of the E. D. H. DEAR FRIE os :-Anyone who is in any way connected with E. D. H. S. mu t allow me to call him "friend," whether we be personally acquainted or not. My interest in the school has not lessened, though several years have gone past since I left the corps of teachers. You have kindly asked me to write something for you-"something which may intere t both your class and former classes." In watching the school, from a distance, so to speak, I have noticed some things. You have a much larger school than we had in '97, having increased in number from about 700 to 1,500. You have different problems to solve, are living in a much larger city, where conditions have greatly changed, but I still find the same loyalty and earnestness, the same high ideals and high moral tone, which marked the school in the old days between '75 and '97. You have more advantages of some kinds but less of other than my old "boys and girls," so you go out into life about equally well equipped to fight its battles. In looking over the list of graduates published in '98-names of men and women whom I knew and still know so well-1 find some in each class who stand out from the others on account of their remarkable success. These people are often mentioned with prideand rightly so-because of the fine things they have accomplished. I believe, however, that the record of tho e who are not so well known is quite as remarkable. There are heavy burdens, bravely borne, monotonous tasks faithfully performed, homes made bright and happy by those who have no greater reward than that which comes with duty well done; surely these men and women who are playing these humbler parts are a fine asset for a city or nation. It is one of The classes of '80 and '92 have had reunions about every five years since their graduation; '77 has had several, '91 and 1910 have had one or two. Perhaps these classes are no more loyal than the others, but they have had a kind of pleasure and satisfaction which the others have missed. Surely the effort required to get members of a class together, to learn, through letters, of the doings of those who are living at a distance, is more than repaid by the pleasure and inspiration that come from meeting and hearing from old friends. Should there be any doubt about this, just try one class reunion and mark the result! In order to give the class of '13 a bit of early school history, and to recall to some of the earlier classes familiar incidents, I grant your request to print in your Annual the Memories of the Class of '80, which I wrote for and read at the dinner given Governor Ammons by his classmates last January. My greeting to every member of every other class is as sincere as that I gave the class of '80. •'May God keep you all and bless you." Sincerely yours, Nannie 0. S. Dodge. HG �fWlrmnrirs nf tqr <trlass nf 'go By MRS. In the early days, the 70's, Here in Denver, Colorado, Where the sun shines ever brightly, Was a High School wisely foundedAaron Cove and James H. Baker, Helped by two asSIStant school marms, Guided Denver's youth, ambitious. In this High School. young but sturdy, Were not many pupils ready For the work required in High Schools, For the town was small, though hopeful. So the large first grade was added To the older, wi er pupils, Filling thus the empty benches. This ambitious clas - first gradersTook its place with other classes, Felt itself as strong and able As the Sophomores or the Junior Did its work and kept things lively. When it came to fun and mischief This first grade was always readyNed and Louis, "Little Vickers," Helen, Kate and jolly Lizzie Kept the earne t teachers busy. As these boys and girls grew older They were known as Fourth Class, Third Class, . 0 . 5. DODGE Joined the famed Lyceum, gladlyFeared not any class above them, Thought themselves the peers of any. In tho-e days this young Lyceum Was the pride of Denver parents, Who repaired in crowds, to listen To the fine debates there given. Rob teele and John Hipp debated On the still vexed temperance question. Louis played his fiddle finelyThe quartette, with George and Ammons, ed and Charlie, thrilled its hearers. And when came the time for busines • Up ro e Ammons, with a booklet, Robert ' "Rules of Order" called. Quickly rose to "Point of Order" And was never quite contented Till the "Chair" said, " 'Tis well taken." Oh! the wonderful Prize Readings! Prize debate , so strong and able. Julia's clear voice crying, "Bells, Bells." Helen's "Curfew hall ot Ring," too, How the audience applauded! From first grade to worthy Seniors These bright boys and girls pa sed gladly, And when five good years were ended Came a day in June of '80, When this class-a full two dozen147 tood before a crowd admiring. Each one read or spoke most gravely, Telling all the wisdom treasured In these years of fun and study. Each received the rolled diploma, Tied with red and white, most neatly, Felt that school days now were ended, And took up his life-work bravely. Life was simple, earnest, hopeful, In the young state Colorado. Girls became respected teachersBoys worked hard on ranch, at mining, orne in town, in shop, or office, orne were known as politicians, Lawyers some- orne happy mothersBut the fine class spirit ever Was a bond of happy union, Which bound each to all the others, And united men and women Who were boys and girls in '80. As the years passed swiftly onwardEach showed still the traits which marked him In the care-free, happy school days. Louis still loved dogs and musicMade a name in business circles. John Hipp ne'er forgot intemperance. Charlie gave great care to mining- �But could sing as well as ever. In the great state legi lature Ammons rose to "Point of Order"arried still his valued booklet. Had old "Roberts" ever-ready. Helen used the same discretion On the School Board as when pupil. Emily showed skill with p neil. Celia showed her fine good judgment Helping the state superintendent. Eva, Alice, Libbie, Annie, Taught as well as they had studied. Lizzie, Julia, Kate and Lena, Bessie, Emma, made homes happy. Martha, strong, became a doctor. Each most earnest in his life-work. Death forgot not Class of '80. Fannie, Mary, Ned, Luella, George, Jerome and Kate, were taken To a fuller life and better, And were mourned by loving classmates. Each five years thi clas of '80 arne together, had reunionsTold of joys, succe es, sorrow , ympathized, encouraged kindly, ang old ongs, revived old memories, Thought with pride of Denver High chool, Wore the red and white still proudlynd when came the time of parting Each felt trong, becau e he surely Knew his comrades true and faithful. ineteen twelve, the Class of '80 Heard with pride of friend Elias, How the good state called him wisely To its highest place of honor. nd a bright day in November choolmate , teacher , friends, so loyal, Cast their votes for Ammons gladly. For they knew him wise and honest, Full of sense, and sound good judgment, Knew that he could lead the people. Govern well fair olorado. 1 4~ And tonight again we gather, lass of '80, friends and teachers, orne to wish good luck to Ammons, Governor of Colorado. "'80's Governor" we call himorne to pledge the same old friendship, Loyalty and love unfailing, Which began in five and seventy In the dear old Denver High School. And the girl who tried to teach you German, algebra and music, ow looks back with pride and wonder To those days back in the seventies. Wonders how she dared to guide you With her scanty store of learning. But she thanks you for your kindness, For the love you've always shown herAnd on this auspicious evening Your old teacher brings her greeting, First to Governor Elias, Then to every other member Of the loyal Class of '80May God keep you all and bless you. �1!\rmini.arrure.a nf a IDen-lfear ~raa My first glimpse of the interior of East Denver High School was like that of many another pupil- it was "Bill's" office. "Bill" advisedly and respectfully. I say Mr. Smiley, the then principal, was thus called by the students, and the term was one of endearment and affection. A youngster from the hill country, the p:ctures on the wall sufficiently impressed me with the majesty of the school and the character of the curriculum. in the office. Maybe that is why the pictures are placed At any rate, they had their proper effect upon me. I gingerly sat on the edge of a chair and bravely attempted to take an interest in art while awaiting my turn at the de k. After the talk with Mr. Smiley and the acceptance of my credentials, I left with the feeling that not until I was about to graduate would I again have a chance to see the inside of that sanctum sanctorum, the office of "Bill." ot a week had passed before I But what a blow to ideals. was sent there to study- i. e., with instructions to study- and after that the teachers began to think the principal would get lonely if he ,, BRAVELY ATTEMI'TED ART. didn't see me in the anteroom, or have an opportunity to take me If this had anything to do with it, I am afraid he concluded around the building while he asked teachers and student what they me any . thought of a loafer like myself. that I was hopeles as a student, and so gave me up and turned his I know that "Bill" never found me absent enough to miss me. I suppose this was one of many rea ons that induced Mr. hand to educating- for his own enjoyment and our edification-the miley, in my last year, to personally take over the Senior class in Virgil. He wanted to see if all the hours spent under his eyes had profited und ~ rclassmen who were relayed from the office at this hour. One such party, in the person of a very studious appearing girl, paid us a visit one day. he modestly sat in the front row apparently �Principal Barrett was then major of the cadet corps. What a stern looking, military acting, straight-laced officer he was! But he was thorough in it, as in all else, and the school had a first-class organization. He presided over the destinies of Room 2, and taught, according to the schedule, Cicero and history, and out of the cur- engaged in some algebraic formul~~:-first he would study her book closely for some time, then put down a few figures, then back to the book. But "Bill" became suspiciou - took the book- and com- riculum common ense in large do es. The time-honored walk-around at noon, I understand, is no more. That merry mill was respon ible for many courtships, several marriages and no divorces. After lunch the girls would go back to the main hall and, arm-in-arm, parade around the first floor. The boys would gather along the sides and wait until their sweethearts came by, then step out and walk around until the bell rang. In the years 1900 to 1903 East Denver was never bested m track, often scoring more than all others combined, seldom worsted in baseball, and usually captured the city championship in football, with Denver University good only for a practice game, East Denver taking the large end of the score. ineteen hundred and three has its decennial reunion this year. We hope to get a large percentage of the old boys and girls back, and spend an evening merry with reminiscences of the old grads of menced to read what she was studying. We found that the hero WJ. just about to clasp the heroine in his arms, but was first avowing hi · love for her in true melodramatic style. ten years ago. Philip S. Van Cise. 150 �ID~.r Alumnt as ~.r.rn by an ®utstil.rr BY POLLY PRY. When two young gentlemen from the East Denver High School came and asked me to write something about the distinguished graduates of that seat of learning, and furnished me with a long list of our first citizens, in proof of what the old school has done in the way of turning out successful people, I glibly promised them a story, thinking to myself that I could get my material from the first elderly graduate I met-butHave you ever undertaken to interview a man in regard to his school days? Asked him to give you the names of his classmates, and something of their characteristics? No l Well, that is what I undertook to do. The results would have been amusing if they had not been so disappointing. Out of a dozen distinguished gentlemen with whom I talked on the East Denver High School and its Alumni, just one turned easily towards the past, just one, and he was not a graduate-Fate having willed that he should leave school a few months before he had won the much-prized diploma- but that one had memory, humor and a gift for observation-three great and very rare gifts. The eleven others lifted troubled eyes to mine and confessed that they had not thought of their school days for so long that they could not even remember the names of more than two or three of their classmates. As for their teachers-"Oh, yes!" said a successful lawyer, with enthusiasm, "there was 'Jimmy' Baker, he was all right!" "You mean Dr. James Baker of the State University?" I asked. "Yes," he said, smiling delightedly over his wonderful feat of memory. "Only we always called him 'Jimmy' among ourselves." "You liked him? He was popular with the pupils?" "No," he answered, "I believe we thought we hated him! He was very strict. But he's a fine man, made good, you know, and all that!" "Oh!" I murmured, vaguely-thinking of Dr. Baker, and the long years he has given to the cultivation of such limited minds as the one before me. "Yes, and there is Ed Costigan- he's another man I remember; he was in a junior class." "What was he like?" I asked, hopefully. "Well," he answered, blankly, "he is a lawyer; ran for governor last year, you remember?" "Yes, but at school- what about him?" "Oh, he was all right. He has done mighty well, but you know all about him!" Then I went my way, from lawyer to banker, banker to business man-always the same story. "Yes, I graduated in- - ! I--oh, I was like every other fool boy! There is only one kind! Thought I knew it all! My class? Let me see; I hardly remember who was in it- umph! Oh, yes! There was AI Sechrist, you know! Of the Albert Sechrist Company-he's made a pile of money-got an immense business! What do you think of sending electric chandeliers from Denver to Australia?" triumphantly- "that' s what he is doing!" "I know! Very interesting! But what sort of a boy was he?" "Good fellow! Fine! Oh, he's straight business!" And, sighing deeply, I rose and went my way again. Why waste time on men sans imagination and memory? Then I found the "near" graduate, and, although a line of people gathered outside the glass doors of his private office, busy people, who glowered darkly at me, I stayed and stayed, while he talked of old Denver, and the East Denver High, and the boys and girls who have come proudly down the wide stone steps, bearing their hard-won rolls of parchment, and gone smilingly out into the world to make history for Denver and Colorado. Boys and girls the very mention of whom brought a twinkle to his eyes and a smile to his lips. �"I? o, I didn't graduate- jut a near- that's all! Always been sorry, but it couldn't be helped. Remember the boys of my clas ? Well, rather, and the boys and girls of many other clas es. I'm a native son of Denver. I've seen her grow from a bit of a village to the m tropoli of today- so I ought to remember the boy. "Let me e that li t," he said, reaching for it, and glancing down the page he poke of each one with an air of kindly humor and tender remembrance, as one speak of what he ha loved and laughed over and with . "This is only a handful," he said. "There are hundreds of them. However, here is Elias," placing his finger on the name of E. M. Ammon with a half-laugh. "Funny, but he looked just as he does now th irty years ago--only more o. The weight of the world has always rested on his thin shoulders- but nobody ever heard a complaint out of him . He was working his way through school; one of his munificently paid jobs was that of city lamplighter, for which he received the large sum of $4.00 a month. I always think of him with his hort ladder over his shoulder, hurrying through the treet from lamp to lamp. If, after he was through, the moon happened to come out, it wa hi duty to go back and put the lights out. Any other boy could have been counted on to forget that part of his in truction , but not Elia , who is so constituted that he could not do a dishonest or untruthful thing if he tried. Work! There never was such a hard-working proposition. He was alway interested in politics. I remember that the tariff was then, a now, the burning political question, and Ammons was hot on its trail. I used to think, when he was well launched on his hobby, that I would like to be one of the judges, in order that I might give him the laurel crown, but many a time I have al o wished I wa a policeman long enough to break up the meeting and stop his How of language. My! but he could talk. Frivolity! o, he worked too hard. He never found time for ports, but he was and is a good fellow. I'm glad he is governor, but I would be a lot better plea ed if I saw him getting a little fun out of life!" "Don't worry about that, " I said lightly. "There are people who laugh internally. The governor may be one of them." "I hadn't thought of that," he said, then chuckling, as his finger touched the name of harles A . tokes of the law firm of Stokes & herman . " 'Renzie' tokes, a funny little. Rube, with hay-colored hair and freckl es, who was great on orating." He leaned back and laughed heart!ly. " 'Renzie' had a great memory, but the most unique idea of punctuation ; this was one of his rare gems. " 'Cf! ar entered on hi head, A crown on his feet! andals!' Could you beat it! Another one, which I no long r recall, was a recitation about Rienzi, the Roman, but it was funny enough to earn for him the obriquet of 'Renzie,' which still sticks, withal," he added, smilingly. "He was a fine, studious boy, who was popular with the fellows, and who ha made a name for himself in his chosen profession . "T. W. Bartels, Louis Bartels, and Frank Bi ho there's a bunch for you," he said, genially. "T. W., or 'Dutchy,' as we called him, Frank, or 'Monk' Bi hop and Louie Bartel , the three best runners of their day, as mi chievous, rattle-pated, quick-witted a trio as you'd find in a ten days' journey. Yes, they all graduated with honor , and they have each one made good in the world of finance. "Frederick W . tandart- a beautiful boy- in fact, I think he wa the prettiest boy I ever saw. I remember that I ecretly envied him his red cheeks, fine eyes, dark hair and general good looks, only in those day I would have been ashamed to admit it. A petted darling! ot a bit of it- an all around good fellow, as he is yet. "Earl M . ranston- hasn't changed an iota except to grow older. One of the best ever- sound as a diamond, not a Haw in him. "Frank L. Woodward, one of the good boys! Never played hooky, or went swimming, or to my recollection did anything he ought not to have done; a student, popular with the teacher and," with a smile, "the girls." �"Frank Edward Cove-there's a bird! Got a manner like a fretful porcupine and a shell like an armadillo, but if you once got inside, you found a kindly, thoughtful and altogether lovable naturebut, c•h, so deadly serious. I remember I uSf'd to wonder whether it actually hurt him, a much as it seemed to, to mile. He gradurvey ervice, uated with honors from Dartmouth, entered the U. later studied law, and is today a member of the firm of Yeaman & Cove and president of the Denver University lub." "Irving Hale-a remarkable youth and a great man. The be t all around fellow ever turned out by the East Denver High chool. First in his studies and first in athletics, he was what might be called the model American. old, silent, undemon trative, he was yet able to win and hold the admiration and respect of everybody with whom he came in contact. He graduated from West Point at the head of a large class with the highest percentage ever won by any man at that eminent school. Afterwards he refused an appointment in the U. S. service to accept one with the General Electric Company, with which he is still connected. During our late unpleasantness with pain, in I 898, when competent officers were in demand, the men of the First olo. Reg. unanimously tendered him the office of commanding colonel, which he accepted, later winning high honors for himself and his command. Moreover, he won the love and trust of every man under him, from chief officer to youngest private. The record of the I st Colorado in the Philippines is one of which we may all feel proud, and of that little band of Coloradoans almost every officer and many of the me s had finished their public school course at Ea t Denver High. It was while in the Philippines that Col. Hale won his title of brigadier-general. "Willis V. Elliott-one of our best! A curly-haired, happygo-lucky boy, who seemed to learn by a process of intuition. Frank, fearles and honest! "Frank W. F rueauff-a little, red-headed chap, who studied hard, played hard, and got everything out of life that wa coming to him-still living up to that principle. "Samuel W. Belford-languid, Titian-haired 'Sammy,' who united a placid temperament and a romantic soul with an active, keenly intelligent mind. He was one of the officers who went out to the Philippines with the I st olo., and is today one of the foremost attorneys in evada." Then, glanc;ng out to where a group of people awaited him, Mr. George E. irr.onton, the "near" graduate, rose, saying: "And ' ammy' married pretty, v1vacious Helen Thomas, who graduated in his clas . There was al o sweet Kitty G. Shiland, who married Frank Bishop, and stately Carrie Oatman, who is now Mrs. W. H. Kistler, and, finest of all, the two most popular and best beloved teachers of rr.y day, charming Adele M. Overton, now Mrs. annie 0. mith, the sweet and gracious lady ]. . Brown, and who is now Mrs. D. . Dodge." "There are rr.ore here-but they will have to wait for another tirr.e," he added, as we shook hands, and I carr.e away, grateful for the courtesy as well as for the information I had received. And now I have reached the limit of my allotted space and have aid hardly a word of the lovely girls who have come from this great chool-the brilliant, talented girls who today preside over many of the rr.ost delightful homes in Denver- girls who have made good in art, music, literature, but, most of all, of the girls wto have or have I mentioned those splenmade good as wives and mothers. did men and women who have given their vitality, their strength, their hearts and their talents, to the work of training all these young men and worr.en who have so much of their live . To them all honor is due. To my mind it is not of o much rr.oment as to how much they have been taught, but how much they remember. Of what use i it to store the mind with information unless you have first cultivated sufficient memory for its retention? The rr.o t brilliant educator can only point out the trail over which all in search of learning mu t travel. What is seen from that trail is the individual concern of each o one boy and girl. No two will ever ee exactly the same view. will ever see all there is to see, but each and every one may cultivate both observation and memory, so that they may become an active and not a passive power, to the end that their years of study may not have been pa sed in vain. ���THI "Oh, mother," sobbed Charlotte W . "I've di covered that John doesn't trust me!" "Why, my child, what has he done?" "Well, you know last night I asked him over and said we'd make candy, and he brought one of his friends with him- " the sobs broke out afresh. "And, oh, mother, the friend he invited was a doctor!" IS NO MISTAKE. Becau e we are not witty, Becau e we have no jokes, Becau e we write no stories To please you funny folks; You sigh and groan and grumble nd fling u on the shelf. Moral. Gentle readers, Just write something your elf. Why is Phil Adams' hair like heaven? parting there. YE • IT HAPPEN URSES! ! ! "I failed in Latin, Flunked in physics," The boy said, with a hiss. "And I want to find The guy who said That ignorance is bliss." Because there IS no OFTEN. M.G. Ella K.- Do you know where I can find Mr. Pitts? Mr. Barrett- Yes; he's up in the clouds. He'll run down in a minute. If Mr. If Mr. Newland walked to school every morning with Miss ohen, who would Edith Chase? heldon landed Miss Garver, whom would Mr. NewMr. Pitts ( elucidatingly) - On his deathbed Virgil asked that his Aeneid be destroyed. H. McA.- 0, that they had granted his request! land? THE REPORT CARD. F-ast and thick, my D's come in, L-ooming like stars in the Milky Way. U-ntil my mother saw my card, it !-aught availed a word to say, K-now ye all, and listen well, what F-L-U-N-K does spell. P. Blake-Isabelle, what do you think of my new shoes? I abelle W.- Paul. they're just immense! Heitz- What is the most nervous thing in the world next to a girl? Lottie Washer. Hoppy- Me, next to a girl. 156 �Breathes there a man w1th soul so dead Who never, when he slipp~d. hath said, "! ! -? - - ! ! ?- ? !" A foolish young student named Raleigh Deserted a swift-moving traleigh, To discover a flaw In Newton's first law, But hi effort was faleigh, by galeigh. Mr. Whiteman (to chorus singing " Dearie") - Hold you1 "dearies," don't be afraid. (And from a married man, too!) Horace H. (on Fiji Islands) - Why do you look at me so intently? annibal- I'm the food inspector. Isabelle Archer- Oh, sir, catch that man! He tried to kiss me. Joe Naylor- That's all right; there'll be another one along m a minute. THE VERY IDEA! THE FRE HMAN' SONG. Ancient history is vexatious, English is as bad; Algebra perplexes me, And science drives me mad. Harold W . -Say, Ed, what's the best way to teach a girl how to swim? Ed R.- First you put your left arm under her waist, and you gently take her left hand- H . W.- Come off! she's my sister. E. R - Aw, push her off the dock . Mr. Pitts-Wolcott, what did Homer write? Sam Wolcott-Well-ah-oh, yes! Homer wrote the Idio.t and the Oddity. Harry Burns- My typewriter needs some new ribbons. Clerk in tore- Very well, sir; blonde or brunette? TRUE KNOWLEDGE. Mr. Potter (disgusted with ignorance of pupils in history clas ) - Well, Lawrence, could you tell me even whether George Washington was a soldier or a sailor? Lawrence Brown (grinning) - He was a soldier, all right. Mr. P. (challenging him) - How do you know? L. B.- Because I saw a picture of him crossing the Delaware. ny sailor would know enough not to stand up in a boat. HAD HIM BEAT. Shade of Orpheus (listening to Clara A. practicing on the piano in her flat)--Creat jupiter! She beats me to a frazzle . I moved trees and stones, but I never moved three families in one week! �LIGHTS OUT. THE DEATH OF THE CLASSMEN. Warren Mills- Do you believe in kissing? Ruth Dawson- ! don't approve of kissing children. (Editor's ote- Warren is rapidly recovering.) SENIOR Deep wisdom, swelled head. Brain fever. He's dead. JU lOR Fair one, hope's fled. Heart's broken. He's dead. WE HAD TO DO THIS. OPHOMORE Went skating, bumped head. Cracked skull. He's dead. Because John Nicholas can outargue Pitts, i it any sign that he can Reed? FRE HMA Milk famine, not fed. Starvation. He's dead. TRUE TO LIFE. Miss talking?" PLAUSIBLE. hase (stopping two boys in hall) - "Were you boys o, ma'am.'' Mrs. harp-Ralph, you've been drinking! I smell it on your breath! Mr. harp- ot a drop. I've been eating frogs' legs. What you smell is the hops. "Well, you go to the office and tell them that Miss Chase says you were talking." SE SIBLE ARLIE. ecil Markley- My adored one! let me place my burning heart at your feet. Arlie Conaway-What's the use? I haven't got cold feet. Apropos of Hopkins dancing with Miss Van Gilder: we don't wish to stir up trouble, but, take it from us, Kester, beware of Hoppy! THIS SUITS US. SHAMEFUL. Mr. Whitenack (gazing at ceiling) - The reason that man 1s the more general term is because man embraces woman. Class (filing out)-Gee! He's got the right idea! Extract from Charlotte Wood's letter from Venice : "Last night I lay in a gondola in the Grand Canal, drinking it all in, and life never seemed so full before." 15 �TRUST jOHN Y. "Bang!" went the rifles at the manoeuvers. "Oo-oo!" screamed Marguerite Sprague-a nice, decorous, surprised little scream. She stepped backward into the surprised arms of Johnny Young. "Oh!" said she, blushing, "I wa frightened by the rifles. beg your pardon." "Not at all," said john. "Let's go over and watch the artillery." HINTING AS A DELICATE ART. Harold Mudge-! threw a kiss to her the other day. Hal Writer-What did she say? Harold Mudge-She said I wasn't much of a business man if I couldn't establish a delivery system. THE OTHER KI D DID 'T PAY. WANTED-Burly, beauty-proof individual to read meters in E. D. H. We haven't made a nickel in two years. The Denver Gas & Electric Light Company. WELL BALANCED. Mary Rouse-I think George is a delightful dancer; he's so light on his feet!" Pauline Maxwell-Who? Costello? When you're better acquainted, you'll discover that he's light at both ends. A PERFECT ILLUSTRATIO Miss Sabin-Give an example of an imaginary spheroid. Bryan Whitehead-A rooster's egg, Miss Sabin. AT JOE QUINCY'S BOARDING HOUSE. Janitor-Say, missis, doan' dat feller up in No. 16 evah do no work? Landlady-Who, Joe? Nope; guess he must be one of them idle rumors I hear folks talking about. BLAKE I THERE ON THE GRAMMAR. "Yes, 'kiss' is a noun," explained Paul, "I allow; But common or proper? Come, answer me now." Too easy the question a second to stop her, "Why, a kiss," replied---, "is both common and proper." Note-The Annual will give one copy of Dr. Woozy's "Advice for the Mothers' Own Sweetheart Circle," also ten chewing gum wrappers, to the one who can fill in the blank in the above poem. FOR HIS ENTERTAINMENT. Mr. King-What's Ann doing? Mrs. King-Making shrimp salad. Mr. K.-1 didn't know we had any shrimp in the house. Mrs. K.-We haven't, but Russell Loomis is coming to call on her this evening, I expect. THE REA ON. Merritt-By George, old chap, when I look at your drawings, stand and wonder-Heitz-How I do it? Merritt- o; why you do it. YOU CAN'T EXPECT US TO. Mr. Reed-What can you say of the Medes and Persians? Alva H.-I never kept track of those minor-league teams. li9 �PATE T PPLIED FOR. Paul M . -I'm a self-made man, I am. Phil A Well, I think there is one thing you needn't worry about. Paul M. - What is that? Phil Taking out a patent. Q ITE LIKELY. Lee utherland- What sent poor McAll1ster to the in ane asylum? We 0 born- A train of thought pa ed through hi brain and wrecked it. FOOLI H QUE TIO MBER 9406. Ed Bloom- Did your watch stop when it dropped on the DI EA E PE ULIAR TO YOUTH. George D . - re you troubled with insomnia- sleeplessness? dd: on M.- I should say I am. orne nights I don't sleep three hour . George D.- That so? I've got it awfully bad. I've been afflicted now about two years . The doctor calls it neuris insomni paralaxitis. Addi on M.- I've had it about eighteen months, and I call it Gertrude. Quack Doctor- Ye , gentlemen, I have sold these pills for over twenty-five years, and never heard a word of complaint. Now, what does that prove? Voice from the rowd- That dead men tell no tales, guv'nor! floor? A. Manning did you? ure. You didn't think it would go through, P Y HOLOGI T PLE E OTE. It was after the lesson on the careless observation of mere man. Harold Mudge- Mr. Pitts, did you ever notice that ninetynine women out of every hundred pre the button with their thumb when ringing the bell on the street car? Do you know why it is? Mr. Pitt {puzzled, slowly)-Why, I haven't the lighte t idea. Why? Harold Mudge- imply because they want to get off. (And we wonder why Mudge flunked "P ych.") PEAKI G OF ENGLI H. Mi alisbury- What figure of sp ech is "I love my teacher"? Harold Mudge arcasm. MR. PITT AT THE BARBER HOP. Mr. P. {facetiously to barber) - Brownie, do you expect to keep on shaving people when you get to heaven? Brownie-'Deed I dunno, bo . I ' peels ef I does, I'll be obleeged to drum up a new bunch of cu tomers. IT L WAY AFFECT HOPPY THAT WAY. Mis abin-What's the matter, George; you look troubled. George Hopkins- Oh, I just had a thought. OTLAND. Mi s Chambers-What was the battle cry of cot land? Lawrence Brown- Hoot, mon! TANDARD OF COMPARI 0 160 FOR GETTING 0 Positive Comparative Superlative Get on get {h)onor get {h)one t �FELLOW , YOU CAN'T GET BY ED. THE LAST WORD. Horace Harvey-You know, there was something I wanted to say to you, but it has quite gone out of my mind. I can't remember what it was. Ruth Cramb (hopefully)-lt wasn't "goodnight," was it? She looked both woebegone and faint, Was feeling rather sad, Weak memory was her complaint; he said her case was bad. QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS IN EXAMS. What was the chief event of Solomon's reign? A. He died. Q. Name some of the early hristian father . A. Jerome, Oxygen, Ambrosia. Q. What are the enduring remains of Egypt? A. Pyramids and obsequies. Q. What was the religion of the Britons? A. A strange and terrible one-that of the Dudes. Q. Where is the earth's climate the hottest? A. Next the Creator. Q. What can you tell of Ben Jonson? A. He survived Shakespeare in some respects. "Weak, eh?" quoth Eddie, with a snort, And gave the maid a glance; "Your dues in cases of that ort I a k for in advance." Q. LUSH. "What kind of fellow is Matlock, anyway?" "Well, I'll tell you. You've seen tho e snow torms along early in the winter, when there's a good deal of wind but not much leighing? That's the sort he is." NAUGHTY! AUGHTY! HAL. Hal Writer-Gee! but I'd like to be the census! Hal Mudge-Why? Hal Writer-Because it embraces eighteen million women. THAT MUST BE IT. Ruth D.-Why does Wells close his eyes when he sings. Marion D.-Perhaps he has a tender heart. Ruth Dawson-! don't quite understand. Marion Dawson-Maybe he can't bear to see how we suffer. BREAK! G THE CRUSHED. Harry Liebhardt, whose car got locomotor ataxia miles from anywhere at 2 a. m., knocked at the door of the only hou e in s'ght "Who's there?" asked a voice from an upper window. "A traveler," was the reply. "Then travel," and the window closed with a bang. 161 11 EW . Paul Blake--Say, dad, remember that story you told me about when you were expelled from high school? Pater (with a elf -appreciative chuckle) -Ha! Ha! Yes. Paul Blake-Well, I was just thinking, dad, how true it is that history repeats itself. �HE DOUBTLESS WAS. Parson Liebhardt- 1 was glad to see you at prayer-meeting last night, brother. ill age Sou e-Was that where I was? Wal, 1'11- bejiggered! TRUST ED. Miss Kennan- My dear boy, how did you happen to be thrown out of work? Ed Heideman (with dignity) - ! got out. I didn't have to be thrown out. THE RETORT COURTEOUS. "How did you lind your steak, sir?" inquired the expectant waiter, as he held out his hand for a tip. "Only by dogged per everance," replied john icholas. "The chef hid it under a Brussels sprout to keep it hot. " THE SUBSTITUTE. Burdette- Why don't you go to the Senior picnic? Horace-Aw, I'm too tired. Let's soak a few sandwiches in lemonade and eat 'em on the kitchen floor. OF COURSE NOT. Dot Keyes- The men in this age are certainly terrible! Today a young chap kept following me. Of course I didn't take the slightest notice of him. He was a tall man and looked like an Englishman, with great, blue, sentimental eyes. CAUSE fOR REMORSE. Paul Matlock came out of the room in which his father was tacking down a carpet. He was crying lustily. "Why, Paul! What's the matter?" asked his mother. "P-p-p-papa hit his linger with the hammer," sobbed Paul. "Well, you needn't cry at a thing like that," comforted his mother. "Why didn't you laugh?" "I did," sobbed Paul. PAUL GETS HIS. "Why," writes Paul M. to the query department of one of our local papers, "does a girl always shut her eyes when a man kisses her?" "Send us your photograph and perhaps we can tell you the reason," came the reply. (And they say Sherlock Holmes is dead.) JOHN MAY BE SHORT ON COURAGE, BUT HE'S LONG ON DISCRETION. HAVE YOU EVER SEEN IT? Hughes McA.- Say, Manning, what's an inscrutable smile? Addy Manning-It's the kind that Mr. Pitts had on his face when I told him that I forgot to take my book home. Mr. Barrett- What are you running for, John? John Young- l'm trying to keep two fellows from lighting. Mr. Barrett-Who are the fellows? John Y. -Addy Manning and I. 16 2 �DEFINED. Pitts, Jr.- Father, what's "superfluous"? Pitts, Sr. -Wearing a necktie when you've got a beard, my WAKE UP, IRVING. Irving- It's quite true that there are microbes m kis•es. Helen Durbin- Oh, the dear little darlings! son. MR. PITTS' NECKTIE-AND-SOX SHOWER. One bright October morning When the world was feeling right, We arrived at school in time to see Ralph Pitts' desk, a funny sight. IN VIRGIL. Mr. Pitts (meditating on Achilles) - What's the stuff that heroes are made of, Cranston? Earl Cranston- You'll have to excu e me, Mr. Pitts, but I'm not booming any particular brand of breakfast food just now. For on it there were well displayed Rainbow hues of sox and ties, Green and purple, brown and pink Enough to hurt a person's eyes. SAYINGS OF A SAGE. A little flunking now and then Will happen to the best of men. A bargain counter? Oh, my! No! Not e'en a fancy bower, But just a small reminder That R. Pitts had had a "shower." A MARVELOUS DEDUCTIO When you see a stately Senior Blu hing crimson in his face, Every time he takes his watch out, There's a maiden in the case. The success was soon talked over, And a boy with dark-brown locks, Told of a deep conspiracy Hence-all those ties and sox. HOPPY'S EPITAPH. Enrolled on Learning's scroll; To him the pinnacle of fame Would be to kick a goal. 'Twere naught to him to have his name F. A. T. C. I WONDER WHY. There was a young lady named Lou Whose suitors were more than a few. One, specially smitten, Once gave her a kitten. Said he, ''I've a feline for you." SAM WOLCOTT'S EPITAPH. o more he'll run a buzz machineGone where they don't use gasoline! 183 �RHYMED REVIEW. HELPFUL HINTS (For Manning). (What We Should Lilre to See and Hear at Ea I Denver.) Arlie Conaway- I've just been reading of a Boston doctor who tells you what ails you by holding your hand. Gertrude C.- My! I must tell that to Addison. He's thinking of studying medicine. held on tell a brand-new story, Hoppy with his locks le gory (?), H. Wells straighten out his curls, Reed top picking on the girls, Mr. Cannon learn to play, In A embly allle gay, Harry Fiske in a modern (?) hat, mall "Feet" Andrews getting fat, The Blake brothers each wear a label, Ditching laid upon the table, Ea t Denver football played once more, The chool's old wings begin to oar, omething that Garvin doesn't know, A oph or Junior who i n't low, Pitts a little less sarcastic, Freshman brains somewhat more plastic, Students and F acuity all agree, To live in peace and harmony, Latin and French contentions cea e, The "Kickers" turn to making peace, And that any clas, where'er it be, Will not compare with 1-9-1 -3. CHAPERON'S LAMENT. F reshies, dear F reshies, come home with me now, The clock on the steeple strikes ten ; You said you would come when I told you 'twas time, And now I must tell you again! The sun went to re t orne hours ago, And dear little birdlings like you Should all be asleep in their low trundle-bedsOh, what can a chaperon do? Cho.-Come home! Come home! etc. Ed))the Deeds. PEAKING OF PROPORTION. Adams was convale cing from typhoid fever, and, being very hungry, was promised a dinner by the doctor the next day. His hopes ran high. The next day the nurse brought in a spoonful of tapioca pudding, saying, "Here is your dinner. The doctor says that everything else you do must be in the same proportion." Ed))the Deeds. · BE S't.JRE YOU GET THI Adams called the nurse back a few minutes later and said, "I want something to read. Won't you please bring me a postage stamp?" Harry L. (excitedly)-Geh -did you see those autos skid? luff Cokell-Sir! how dare jJO~ c_all me that? r ~ " " .--.,. - .-, 164 �' EVERYBODY LIKED IT. UFF AID. "And you like chicken, Sam?" "Gee! Ah certainly does, boss." "And you get 'em once in a while?" "Oh, sure, boss. Ah gets 'em." "How do you get 'em, Sam?" "Well, boss, you know that ol' sayin', 'Love will find de way.'" The trouble with Robert Donaldson was that he had started orations on three different subjects and abandoned two of them after committing them to memory. Bob made a good start: "Beyond the Alps lies Italy!" he cried, as he took careful aim with his index finger at the gallery. "Such were the immortal words of Patrick Henry, as he faced the astonished gathering and pointed to the throbbing lid of the steaming kettle. If he had turned aside at the crucial moment-if Hannibal had not braved the minions of the English king-the power and helpfulness of harnessed steam might have been left for the discoverers of a future age. FATAL ERROR. Bob Donaldson- On my way to church I picked up a button and put it in the same pocket with a quarter. Bill Hazlett- And you dropped it into the collection plate by mistake? Bob- o, doggone it! I put in the quarter! "But such is the inexorable decree of fate. Hannibal swept down upon the plains of sunny Italy, the seeds of American independence were deeply rooted, and the steam-engine was given to the amazed world. ASPIRING FRE HMA . The F re hie seeks the reference room With serious, earnest look. New yearnings stir his budding soul, He longs to read a book. And thus he asketh for the book That hath entranced his young affections, In accents sweet. "Have you'uns got 'A Hundred Choice elections'?" "If James Hannibal-! should say Patrick Watt- 1 mean Liberty Henry-had hesitated or looked back, the course of the empire would have remained unchecked, and history would have been rewritten." Then he sat down amid tremendous applause. Ed)}the Deeds. Bruddah Johnsing {beginning prayer meeting)-Mah frit>n's, we'll open dis evenin' wid-Bruddah Jackson {dozing on front seat)-Who dat gwineter open? Gimme fo' kyards an' Ah'll stay. Bruddah Johnsing {continuing)--wid prahr foh de salvation of Bruddah Jackson's soul. HEIGHT OF SACRILEGE. His Mother- Hiram, ain't you 'shamed o' your elf settin' up till half-past eight playin' solitaire? Whar you get your taste for gamblin' I don't know. 165 �YOUNG. MAGIC. Guide (to Miss Smith in a Roman museum)-They say, ma'am, this statue of Venus is two thousand years old. Miss mith (absent-mindedly) - Well, I want to know! She doesn't look over twenty. Box Office Man- Do you want a seat in the orchestra? imie Atlivaick- Gee! ,How'd you find out I played the fiddle? PUZZLE: There is a man in town whose name is Burst. It is a mis· fortune that would not have attracted much attention if he had not called his children Annie May and Ernest Will. CATASTROPHE DOE THE PEAKER ILLUSTRATE HI POI T? Mr. Pitts-An orator, Matlock, is a person who, having nothing to say, says it with orotund, circumambuloquacious, flamboyant, overflowing, superexuberant redundancy. FORETOLD. M . D. A TESTIMONIAL. THE POOR FRESHMAN. Harry L.- 1 admire that old plug of a car you sold me. It hows such admirable self-control. Dealer (scenting trouble) - What do you mean by that? Harry L.- Why, a you said when you induced me to buy it, it can go seventy-five miles an hour, but it won't. enior (pondering on Panama Canal) - What do you think of the Culebra Cut? Fresh.-Well--er-I never tried it. The Sophs won't let me smoke a pipe. THE COUNTRY. NIX ON THE SLANG. Rustic (seeing water-cart for the first time)-Dang me, Halbert, if these Denver chaps ain't smart! Just look what that feller's fixed up at the back of his wagon to keep boys from hanging on behind. Miss Chase says: "Take it from me, kid, there's no nourishment in slinging this slang stuff. That's a cinch. Slang is all to the bad. It don't get you anywhere. Forget that Norwegian college professor who says that American slang is the swell talk. He's trying to put one over on us. Either somebody's been handing him a lemon, or else he's trying to hang something on us. Listen. You can't make a hit with the tony guys unless you get a little style into your lingo. The trouble with slang is that it puts your vocabulary on the blink in a jiffy. And then when you want to have a touch of high life and throw the lingo, you're in Dutch, see? Do you get me? Have some class about you and cut it." SAFE. Burdette (out hunting in auto, calling to boy plowing in field by roadside) -Hi, there, sonny, see anything to shoot around here? Boy-Yep, but ye needn't be scairt, mister. It's jest my luck always not to have my gun along with me. 166 �THE MIND IN ITS OWN PLACE AND WITHIN ITSELF. ETC. In Heaven above, where all is love, There'll be no Freshmen there, But in Hell below, whPre others don't go, You 'II find those Freshmen there. Ed);the Deeds. LAST RESORT. M. Hickey- After all, we go to school to study. C. Markley- Yep, after all. WISE MATLOCK. Bob D. -Why don't you speak to your swell friend at the other end of the car? Paul M. h-h-h! She hasn't paid her fare yet. HYPERBOLE. Earl Cranston- Hey, waiter, take this egg out and wring its WHY THEY MOURNED. Myer astle- Why did everybody cry in that last death scene? Ewell Clark- Because they knew the actor wasn't really dead. neck. VERIFY! G THE A CIENT . First Coster (outside picture-dealer's window) - Who was this 'ere Nero, Bill? Wasn't he a chap that was always cold? econd Costero, that was Zero, another bloke altogether. E. R. THE EFFECT OF R MINATION. H . Mudge- What's that bump on your head? H. Me ulty- That's where a thought struck me. WHY STUDENTS GET D. Miss N afe- We shall take up next the study of Keats. Pauline M.- Oh, Miss N afe, what are Keats. QUITE A COME-DOWN. Miner Phillipps (at El Jebel) - Reed slipped on the polished floor and killed himself. Earl Cranston- A sort of hardwood finish, eh? DERIVED ACQUAINT A CE. G. Costello--Why did you take off your hat to that girl? You don't know her, do you? AI Blake- No--er- but my brother does, and this is his hat. MANUAL LABOR. Don C.-What'd you do la~t summer? Dex K.- Worked in the lumbering and staving business. Don C.- Yea? Dex K.- Yep. Lumbering down the street and staving off my creditors. LOGICAL SILE CE. Pitts Jr.-Pop, one of the fellows said I looked like you. Pitts Sr.- And what did you say? Pitts ]r.- Gee! I couldn't say nothin' . He's a lot bigger'n me. 167 �RI G OUT, WILD BELLS. Lawyer-I have here a pardon from the governor for my client, John Joy. Warden- II right. Let Joy be unconfined. A DEEP PLOT. (As heard in English): "Next we shall take Burns' life. OT E E "FONETIC." W. Walters- ay, what's the meaning of tho e letters, MD CX VIII? P. Jenness-They mean eighteen hundred and ninety-eight. W. Walters-Jennie, doesn't it strike you that they're carryIng this spelling reform entirely too far? Mort VIVE LA REPUBLIQUE. ullivan-How did you like the actor who played the king? Horace Harvey-Ever since I saw him I've been in favor of a republic. A NATURAL UPPO AL. Burdette Van A -Would you like a pet poodle? Amy Pitkin--Oh, Mr. Van Arsdall, this is so sudden. IMPLE. AIN'T IT? Mis afe-Your ex pre ion is ab urd! How can a man hatch out a cheme? Ed Biggs-Well, he might have his mind set on it. POOR RALPH. Mrs. Spitz-Ralph, why did you feign sleep last night when I was talking to you? Mr. pitz-My dear, I did not feign sleep, though I fain would have slept. IS 'TIT THE TRUTH? When a Fre hman doesn't hear plainly a teacher's question, he says, in a subdued vo:ce, "Pardon me, ma'am, but I didn't understand your question." A ophomore says, "Will you please repeat that?" A Junior says, "What, sir?" A Senior says, "Huh?" THE AME EXPRESSION. Employer (to applicant for job)-You are married, I suppose? Applicant- o, sir; I've been sick; that's why I look this way. CHEM. Mr. Garvin-Harry, did you filter this? Harry L.-No, sir, I was afraid it wouldn't stand the strain. ( Oh, Harry, you cute little cut-up!) BOOKS OF THE HOUR. The Osteopath's favorite fiction-The Trail of the Lonesome pine. 16 �Eleanor Fraser attending a girls' seminary? Hyacinthe Scott in company with herself? Paul Jenness objecting to talking in class meeting? Helen Durbin solemn? Ruth Fuller with wings? Julia Gross silent? Wesley Osborn excited? Paul Blake without a new crush? Harry Fiske refusing to dance? Harry Liebhardt driving his machine at four miles an hour? Addison Manning hating arguments? Paul Matlock afraid of a girl? William Walter riding a goat? Genevieve N ockin in seven-league boots? Ed Bloom when he is not asking for money? Miner Phillipps ragging? Ed Robinson superintending a Sunday-school picnic? Bob Shotwell without a smile on his face? Burdette Van Arsdall singing tenor? Lester Hibbard flunking in Math.? CAN YOU IMAGINE harlotte Wood an old maid? Lea Penman taking in washing? Norma Fitts a Sunday-school teacher? Florence Cokell by her lonesome? Dorothy Keyes weeping? Mearl Heitzman a bachelor? Cecil Markley, Alva Hagadorn, Meredith Hickey separated? Annette Carpenter frivolous? Earl Cranston playing poker? Horace Wells in overalls? Ewell Clark doing nothing? Charles Roberts getting A? Philip hort-and fat? William Kelly on the stage? Bryan Whitehead missing the point of a joke? Albyn White playing leapfrog? Marcia Batey a crank? Pauline Maxwell minus a man? Dorothy Miller flunking? John Nicholas fussing? ]. H. M. 189 �For the successful completion of this volume we are indebted, first of all, to the whole school for its hearty support and co-operation in a financial, literary, artistic and jocular capacity. Nor are the F acuity less deserving of our gratitude, for under the leadership of Mr. Barrett, they have worked hand-in-hand with the Annual Board. 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