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DEDICATION ECAUSE of the time and effort she has so generously expended for the development of school spirit and school activities, and especially of self-government in the upper school, and because of her personal interest in every pupil, we, the Board of 1930, gratefully dedicate this first annual issue of the BLUE MOON to our principal, MISS FISHER

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FOREWORD N editing a school annual for the first I time, in place of our previous informal issues, the BLUE MOON Board hopes to give to the friends and pupils of Bancroft, a book which will serve as a lasting memory of the school and all its activities.

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Principal HOPE FISHER A.B., Vassar College; A.M., Columbia University; Ph.D., University of Michigan House Director

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Academic Secretary MATHEA HANSON A.B., University of Washington; study at Radcliffe; Bancroft 1929 MOLLY SMALL A.B., Vassar College, Katharine Gibbs School; Bancroft 1928

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Mathematics and Science EUNICE W. SMITH A.B., Middlebury College; study at Colorado College and Clark University; Bancroft 1923 Latin EVELYN M. STOWE A.B., Vassar College; study at Harvard Summer School; Reader for College Board; Bancroft 1916-17, 1925 History HELEN CLARK A.B., Vassar College; A.M., Columbia University; Reader for College Board; Bancroft 1927 English EVANGELINE LEWIS St. Andrews; of University study graduate Michigan; of University A.B., A.M., Bancroft 1929 French HELEN ESTEE A.B., Smith College; study at the Sorbonne and Institut de Touraine ; Bancroft 1929 GEORGETTE EMERY

French and Esperanto Education in Lausanne; Bancroft 1928

Class VIII, Mathematics and Testing EDITH J. JONES Graduate of State Normal School at Worcester; Massachusetts Institute of Technology; Bancroft 1911 LOUISE

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Class VII, History, English, and Art

A.B., Connecticut College; study in Europe; Bancroft 1927

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FLORENCE A. WOODIS Class VI, Art and Science Graduate of Worcester State Normal School; nature work at Cornell University; Bancroft 1906 OLIVIA STAPLES SMITH Class V A.B., Hollins College Bancroft 1929 CARRIE E. KNOWLES Class IV Graduate of Springfield Training School; study at Fairhope Summer School; Bancroft 1904 FLORENCE L. COBB Class III Graduate of Miss Wheelock's School; summer study at Cornell and Columbia Universities; Bancroft 1923 JOSEPHINE B. DENISON Class II Educated in private schools; Bancroft 1920 MAUDE E. HYDE Class I Graduate of Miss Fisher's Kindergarten School; Bancroft 1922 FAITH JACKSON Class I Graduate of Miss Wheelock's School; special teaching in reading under Dr. Dearborn; Bancroft 1928 HELEN G. ROCKWELL Sub-Primary Graduate of State Normal School at Worcester study at the Surette Summer School of Music and Hyannis Normal School; Bancroft 1921 LOUISE STEVENS Kindergarten Graduate of Miss Wheelock's School; Bancroft 1929 GRACE W. YARROW Music A.B., Vassar College; pupil of Kate S. Chittenden, Bruce Simonds and Gladys Wells; Bancroft 1927 BRADLEY NICKERSON Violin, Chorus, and Orchestra Training at Damrosch Institute; pupil of William Krohl ; study at Surette Summer School; Bancroft 1929 AGNES JOHNSON Diction and Dramarics A.B., Smith College; study at Universities of Illinois and Wisconsin Bancroft 1929 DEMOORJIAN Art Graduate of Worcester Museum Art School; illustrator and sculptor; Bancroft 1928

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Physical Education STELLA WOODWARD Graduate of Boston School of Physical Education; therapeutic work New Haven and Worcester; Bancroft 1928 Physical Education and Projects ROBERT KNOWLES Graduate of Springfield Training School for Physical Education; Bancroft 1929 WILLIAM

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Dancing JOSEPH L. CHAMPAGNE Massachusetts Institute of Technology; pupil of Maurice, Castle, Chalif, Serova, Baieul; Bancroft 1927 School Nurse R. PAIGE, R.N. CHARLES A. SPARROW, M.D.School Physician MINNIE

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FRANCES HUBBARD BLAKESLEE Smith

Bancroft, 1917-1930

Frannie Bacsie is noted for her blushes and her "bouncing." The faculty like her because she is conscientious, and the girls, because she is a good sport. She has been a forward on the basketball team for three years, and was appointed editorin-chief of the BLUE MOON in her senior year.

MARGARET CHERRILL COLEY Middlebury

Bancroft, 1924-1930

Miggy is the serious member of the Senior class, and often shakes her head at their levities, although she is always friendly and charitable. She is representative of the class, secretary of the studentcouncil, and a formidable jumping center on the basket-ball team. Her two hobbies are dogs and Latin.

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BERNADA FRANCES DEMALLIE Bennett

Bancroft, 1923-1930

Because of her cheerfulness, orderliness and sense of responsibility, Sis makes an ideal president of self-government and treasurer of the BLUE MOON. She is one of the best sports and most skillful participants in athletics, having been on the basket-ball team for three years, captain of the Blues in her Junior year, one of the winners of the ice-skating carnival, and captain of the basket-ball team in her Senior year.

DOROTHY ADELAIDE DODD Art School

Bancroft, 1926-1930

Dott cheated the other Seniors out of five years' growth when she announced that she enjoyed Huxley's essay "On a Piece of Chalk." After her course in biology, Dorothy may do much to further the advancement of science, unless a certain gentleman from Yale, who prefers blondes, wins all her interest. Meanwhile, she is an invaluable worker as chairman of the social committee.

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BARBARA MITCHELL JACOBS Vassar

Bancroft, 1919-1927; 1929-1930

Barbara saves the reputation of the Senior class with her model appearance of quiet dignity. These qualities made her a perfect Julia in The Rivals. Although a devoted student in school hours, she plays the social game outside with no less enthusiasm.

GERTRUDE LORD Bancroft, 1921-1930 Gertrude is always good-natured and a willing worker. A large part of the success of The Rivals was due to her energetic work on the scenery committee. She is the artistic member of the Senior class, and has been art editor of the BLUE MOON this year.

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SABRA-FRANCES ROLLINS Vassar

Bancroft, 1917-1928, 1929-1930

Everybody from the kindergarten to the Senior class knows Sabie, who returned after a year's absence with a renewed loyalty to Bancroft. Her portrayal of Mrs. Hardcastle in She Stoops to Conquer, and Mrs. Malaprop in The Rivals, as well as her ability as Literary Editor of the BLUE MOON, will always be remembered.

CAROLYN SMITH Erskine School

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Cabby has a way with the underclassmen as well as the Seniors. Perhaps it is her intriguing languor which belies a lively sense of humor, or it may be her vivacious eyes and ready smile. She also has a talent for music, which is a suitable attribute for President of the Glee Club.

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HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF 1930 little room with its sandpile in one corner, its piano in another, and THEa circle of small green chairs in the center, or otherwise known as the kindergarten of the Bancroft School, welcomed a curious and bewildered group of youngsters in the fall of 1917. How distinctly we remember playing with the sand in the large sandpile, singing and dancing, and drawing beautiful pictures which we colored, and if they were particularly good, had hung up on the wall for everyone to see.

In the first and second grades quite a number of new pupils joined us who had been before in the outdoor kindergarten and sub-primary. A play of Bo-Peep, in her dainty pink frock and large crook which towered over her head, seems to be the important event of our first year. In the second grade, a large Hallowe'en party furnished the most excitement for the year. We put our desks way over in the corner and drew our small chairs up in a circle. The shades were drawn down and numerous pumpkins were making grimaces at us in the dark room. In the center of the circle was a great big candle, and each person had one chance to blow it out and make a wish.

Doubtless, some of us are still waiting for the gifts that were promised us on that day.

Our third and fourth years were the last in the old school. We seemed to bear our inconveniences remarkably well; the small wooden building with its cement gym, its crowded playgrounds, and its cramped assembly hall on the fifth floor.

When we entered the fifth grade, our fine new building was awaiting us with all its modern improvements, which have been increasing steadily ever since. During that year we studied the Greeks with much interest, and each one of us tried our skill at making a miniature Parthenon out of a cake of Ivory soap and a dozen or so tooth-picks. There was a contest, too, for the most suitable book-plate designed by any pupil. Our class tried very hard, but the final award was given to a boy in the class above us. While we had been at the old school, the name of our magazine had been ELM LEAVES, but since we had moved from Elm Street, it was thought wise to change the name. It was then that we all voted and decided to give it the name of the BLUE MOON. The winter in the sixth grade seemed very satisfactory to us, as we had three extra days of vacation on account of the heavy blizzards.

In the seventh and eighth grades, our geography classes with Mr. Allen will always be outstanding. We went by "Simon says this," instead of "Class, do this." We really believe to this day that if you look carefully on the blackboard behind the teacher's desk in the eighth grade room, you

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will find the spot where Mr. Allen used to rest his head when he leaned back in his chair.

Graduation was a very important event that year, and those of us who were staying on at Bancroft were sorry to see the others receive their diplomas and leave us, but were glad to have had them with us during our years in the grammar school.

On entering .the upper school as freshmen, we found many things different from the grammar school. We went to each teacher's room for our classes, and we found our desks in the same large study hall with the Seniors.

There was a system of student government then which seemed to go fairly well. It was that year, too, that Miss Fisher entered as our new principal in Miss Titcomb's place. During her four years here, we have worked and played enthusiastically under her leadership, and we wish her every success in the continued building up of the school.

The second fall we came back, quite confident of ourself as Sophomores.

Self-government was started then, and, now after three years of trial, most of us find that the honor system works well at Bancroft. The two great athletic teams, the Blues and the Grays, so named after the school colors, were organized in their present divisions. At the end of the year we were very proud to have Bernada elected from our class as captain of the Blues, and still prouder when we recall that she led them to victory the next year.

Sabra, Frances, and Cabby never seemed to have the dignity of sophomores,' as they used to walk through the corridors singing the Three Blind Mice at the top of their lungs. One day the history class was interrupted at intervals of five minutes each, by a loud bell. Sabra and Cabby had placed alarm clocks in the waste basket and the two closets, and had set them off five minutes apart.

In our filling the we began were seen hiding in

Junior year, now being upper-classmen, we were kept very busy numerous posts assigned to us. Sabra left us, and from that time gradually to become sedate—it was only very seldom that we leaning out of the windows talking to the passers-by, or found a teacher's closet.

This year Sabra returned, thoroughly calmed down by a winter at Emma "Willard, so that when we were all reunited, we made quite a respectable appearance as dignified seniors. With our hard work, new positions, and more responsibilities, we have been working strenuously this year. The various organizations seem to have progressed remarkably well, and several of them, such as the Glee Club and the BLUE MOON, have undertaken entirely new work. Self-government under Bernada has become stronger than ever, and though there seem to be many unnecessary breaks at times, we feel assured now of its success.

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Some of us are anxious to go on with the work that is awaiting us next year, others are sorry to have to leave Bancroft; yet all of us are grateful for what the school has meant to us and done for us during our years here.

FRANCES BLAKESLEE

CLASS WILL that we, the class of '30, of the Bancroft School, in BE theit remembered Commonwealth of Massachusetts, being of sound mind and memory but knowing the uncertainty of this life, do make this, our last will and testament, hereby revoking all former wills by us at any time made.

To Jessie Rathbone, we give and bequeath Cabby Smith's zest for life.

To Florence Young, we devise Barbara Jacobs' hair, in the hope that this gift will obviate the need for hair ribbons.

Between Barbara Pierpont and Nancy Bowler we divide Margaret Coley's quiet and ladylike manner, in the hope that they will not save it for occasions of state alone.

To Peggy Kinnicutt, we will Charlotte Hanson's worldly experience.

To Marjorie Kenney, deeming her the most capable of caring for them, we leave such of Dorothy Dodd's boy-friends as she does not design to take with her.

To Katherine Bigelow, we bequeath Sabra Rollins' perfect attendance record.

To Virginia Cutting, we devise Frances Blakeslee's healthily rosy cheeks.

To Beatrice Warner, we leave the combination of all Senior "lines," that, during the coming year, she may use this supply as a reservoir to draw on.

To the Junior Class, we generously bequeath our monopoly on the men-about-town.

To Miss Yarrow, Miss Johnston, and Miss Clark, we leave our alarm clocks.

To Miss Yarrow, especially, we leave all sorts of congratulations and best wishes.

To Mr. Nickerson, we bequeath Gertrude Lord's even temperament.

To Miss Small, we devise one hundred dollars' worth of nickels to be dispensed without chafing.

To Miss Hanson, we will our spike heels.

To all our teachers, we leave a memory which we hope they will not soon forget, of a class sometimes too prone to pranks and giggles, but always willing and eager.

In testimony hereof, we hereunto set our hands, and in the presence of

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witnesses declare this to be our last will, this sixth day of June in the year one thousand nineteen hundred and thirty.

CLASS OF '30.

Signed by the testatrix in the presence of us who, at her request and in her presence, and in the presence of one another, have hereunto subscribed our names as witnesses.

ALENE STEIN DOROTHY ANN SAWYER EVANGELINE LEWIS

From the office of Carolyn Smith and Sabra Rollins, Attorneys-at-law for the Class of '30.

SENIOR POEM this the very end? Are we to bid ISForevermore good-bye to happy days Brimmed full with carefree fun, lived lightly mid Dear haunts and dearer friends? Then let us gaze Upon the places where our hearts have grown With wide and hungry eyes. Then let us live Each last hour to the utmost, who have known Too carelessly the joy these hours could give.

Too true; this is the end. The time ordained For us to spend within these loved walls rolls To its appointed close. But we have gained From patient years with you, strong, daring, souls.

You dream we'll in the world proud niches fill; Bancroft be this our parting pledge: "We will!"

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CLASS OF 1933 MARJORIE KENNEY MISS JOHNSTON

Secretary Faculty Adviser Faith Adams Marjorie Adler Harriet Coley Ellyn Dodd Mary Duprey Priscilla Johnson Barbara Keck

Peggy Kinnicutt Grace Orr Sally Pratt Lois Riley Amy Runo Jeanne Schoonmaker Eleanor Thayer Ruth Townsend

CLASS OF 1932 BETTY WOOD Miss YARROW

Secretary Faculty Adviser

Betty Gardner Thayer Hunter Lucinda Lyseth Barbara Pier ont Alice Truax Florence Young

Isabel Arms Nancy Bowler Ruth Brown Constance Cross Jeanne Daniels Dorothy Elias

CLASS OF 1931 BETTY COLEY MISS CLARK

Secretary Faculty Advisor

Dorothy Pierpont Jessie Rathbone Dorothy Ann Sawyer Mary Seelye Alene Stein Beatrice Warner

Katharine Bigelow Kathryn Carleton Virginia Cutting Eleanor Howard Elisabeth Muir Nancy Orr Cora Whitin

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ON LYING IN BED people seem to think that the only time to lie in bed is the mornMOST ing, but I am inclined to disagree. It is all very well for the rich man, the ill man, and the lazy man (and, by the way, this opinion, as expressed, is mostly male)—it is all very well for the rich, the ill, and the lazy to spend half the morning in bed, and it is so much the better if one can present arguments to justify his decumbency, but for us ordinary mortals, who have our lives to live, and our duties to perform, it is nothing short of sin to waste any appreciable number of daylight hours in such a manner. In the first place, the correct time to lie in bed, is at night. For what was the night made, if not to permit living creatures to make all necessary acquaintance with their pillows? Anyone who uses these hours of darkness for their intended purpose, has no need to linger in bed in the morning. Ten minutes is ample time for any normal person to make up his mind to take the fatal step into the cold outside world.

There is no greater luxury than to be able, at the end of the day, to slip between a pair of smooth sheets and give oneself up to complete relaxation.

The quiet peace that steals over the body is nothing short of perfect bliss.

But, although it is generally supposed that the hours spent in bed are primarily to rest and rejuvenate the body, the truth is that they have another, and far more significant purpose. That is, to allow the individual to indulge, uninterrupted, in his own thoughts. In the comparatively short time that one lies awake in bed, all the problems of a lifetime may be solved.

When the light is out, and the furniture has dissolved into lumps of shade in the blackness; when no hint of the outside world reaches me except a glint of a distant street light through the window, and the occasional hum of an automobile passing on the road; when I am alone with myself in the

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dark, safe in my own bed; then can I settle down to think. The first thing that I do is reflect upon the day that has just passed, and consider whether, if I had that day to live over again, I would live it any differently. Here in the darkness, where there is no one to hear, I can freely censure or praise my own actions. After having considered the day from beginning to end, I take pleasure in remembering John Ruskin's words: "Let every morning be to you as the beginning of life, and every setting sun be to you its close," and then I proceed to make a few plans and resolutions for the coming day.

After this routine meditation is finished, my brain is at liberty to choose its own subject for contemplation, and many and varied are the questions it dwells on. Sometimes there is a particularly troublesome algebra problem to be figured out, or a theme to be outlined; sometimes there is a decision to be made, upon which rests the making or breaking of a friendship; sometimes there is no more momentous a question to be settled than what to wear to so-and-so's bridge party on Saturday afternoon. But oftener, my thoughts wander, jumping from this to that, and back again. To select any special one from these tumbling multitudes would be almost impossible, and moreover, they are far too sacred and too abstract to be divulged to a coldly impersonal world. When I have almost succumbed to the lethargy of sleep, they delight to roam off into a world of fantasy, far removed from my everyday life in New England. I paint mind-pictures; fairy islands, where the sun always shines on waving palm trees and flaming hibiscus bushes; where the sapphire sea forever laps the golden sands; where no sound breaks the stillness but the music of the mocking birds. And thus dreaming, I drift off into a sleep that has no dreams, so I have no need to lie in bed in the morning to digest them.

BARBARA JACOBS, 1930

OLD STONE FACE OSS wants ta see ya, Miss Leonard," said the clarion-voiced, gumchewing office boy.

"Thank you," replied Miss Leonard in her usual unruffled voice.

No one could remember ever having heard the tone or inflection of that cool voice change. No one could remember ever having seen the expression of her face change. The girls in the office called her "Old Stone Face." It was a mean phrase, but it described her aptly.

She finished the letter she was typing, rose, smoothed out her businesslike jersey dress, which somehow always managed to wrinkle up around her comfortable figure, and walked slowly towards the dignified gray door marked "Private." It would never do to show that the brief summons 4

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had troubled her; not with all those curious little snips watching her out of the corners of their eyes. She knew what was waiting for her behind that door, and they knew too. She was going to be fired. Mr. Dexter was in there, sitting behind his big mahogany desk, chewing his eternal black cigar. She knew just what he'd do when she came in. She had worked in his office too long, and stayed to go over accounts with him too many evenings not to know all his little mannerisms. He would motion her into a chair, finish the paper he was perusing, and then turn towards her, lean back in his swivel chair, and smile brightly at her out of his kind gray eyes. She almost knew the exact words he would use. He wouldn't hem and haw around; he'd come right to the point, no matter how unpleasant it might be to him. "Miss Leonard," he would say in his portly manner, "the firm of John Dexter and Son is very grateful to you for your long years of faithful service. However, the time has come when I feel that I should suggest to you that there is probably some other field of work where you could reap a more lucrative reward for your labor, and at the same time feel that you were more fitted for your position. I hope you will not think that I am meddling too much in your affairs, for it is only because we in the office here are all so interested in you that I suffer myself to make such a suggestion." He would be very tactful and kind about it. and he wouldn't say in so many words, but he would insinuate, that he thought she was getting too old to carry on her work. They all thought that. They couldn't seem to realize that her experience was worth all the quick wits and new-fangled methods of the young people who were now applying for jobs everywhere. It didn't seem quite fair that she should work for John Dexter and Son so faithfully for so many years, only to be fired like the most stupid young "greenhorn."

Yes, it was almost thirty years since she had come there, fresh from business school, and hungry for a taste of life. Mr. Dexter was only the junior partner, the "son" end of the firm then. She had admired him from afar, and thought that she had never seen a man so handsome. One day, just after she had been promoted from the position of general officegirl to that of typist, young Mr. Dexter had leaned over her desk, and flashing her one of his disarming smiles, said, "I'd love to have you take dinner with me tonight." She felt herself grow red and white, hot and cold, and her heart beat so loudly that she was sure he must hear it. Only in her wildest dreams had she ever dared hope that this young god, a scion of one of Boston's oldest and most respected families would ask her, plain Mary Jane Leonard, typist, to take dinner with him. (Oh, cruel Fate.

She had agreed to take care of her sister's baby that night while his mother went out to a vaudeville show.) She finally told him something, she never did know exactly what, and that night he dined with the girl who worked at the desk next to Mary Jane's. Six months later he married the

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girl. Miss Leonard sent a silver sugar-spoon, and went to the elaborate church wedding, and sat in the last pew.

No one seemed to notice that after that she was changed. She went about her work as usual, and as the years passed she became a fixture in the office of John Dexter and Son, Insurance Agents. She watched the coming and going of many a young stenographer. They would come and work for a few months, a year, or maybe two, and then one morning they would enter the office, changed in some subtle manner. They would probably exhibit a diamond of more or less brilliance, and shortly afterwards would leave, to be seen no more in the offices of John Dexter and Son. 'When young Mrs. Dexter died, a short five years after her marriage (which people said had not been any too happy), Miss Leonard sent a modest floral piece, and went to the magnificent funeral service, and sat in the last pew.

Shortly after that Miss Leonard was promoted to the responsible position of head of the bookkeeping department, and worked with more zeal than ever. It is doubtful if Mr. Dexter himself took more interest in the business than she did, and she certainly knew as much about it and how it should be run. As she walked towards his private office in response to the office boy's summons, she glanced around the familiar room where she had worked for so many years, and was surprised that she felt no more emotion than she did. She turned the knob and walked in to the luxuriously furnished little room so characteristic of Mr. Dexter, and closed the door against the curious murmurs of the office force.

He motioned her into a chair, just as she knew he would. He finished reading a letter, threw it down on the desk, and turned towards her with the smile she expected.

"Er, Miss Leonard, did you get that letter off to Mr. Finch, today?"

For goodness sake, why doesn't he say it and get it over with, she thought, but she replied, "Yes, sir, it went out in the noon mail."

"And you saw that the Collins policy was taken care of?"

"Everything has been arranged, Mr. Dexter."

What was wrong with him? It wasn't like him to beat around the bush like this. He knew very well that all his business had been attended to.

"Oh yes, and, er—ah, Miss Leonard," he went on after a pause. "Oh, hang it all, what I want to say is this. Mary Jane, will you marry me?"

BARBARA JACOBS, 1930

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PEACE The great grey clouds were gathering When my lad came back to me; The crimson leaves were falling And the wind whipp'd up the sea.

He tried to face me calmly, Tell all he'd done and seen, But I knew that he was weary Of whatever we had been.

And now the sky is cloudless The leaves are new and green, The hush of coming summer Creeps from the sea serene.

And though he'll come no more, This heart within my breast Will find surcease from longing, Will come at last to rest.

CHARLOTTE NINA HANSON, 1930

COMMON SOIL 'cOR Dick and for Dale the benignly sheltering hills and protected plains of New England meant home. The same brown road wound its way past both their houses, though Dick, the son of an officer of the British army, lived in a pompous stone mansion whose proud grandeur frowned on the dusty road, and Dale, whose father was chairman of the popular assembly, lived in one of the unpretentious Colonial farm houses that dotted the valleys like some scattered flock of white and tranquilly nesting birds.

Between the two houses stretched a broad meadow, where in the summer the daisies blew, and in the winter the snow piled high, and the ice stilled with a silver hand the gurgling laughter of the little brook that twisted its way through the field. Often and often by the side of the brooklet, Dick and Dale met; often and often as boys had they roamed through the long grass together, and tumbled in the snow. English and American, they were drawn together by the common soil of the hills and valleys they both loved, and they became friends.

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past his home and Dick's came the clarion call of clattering hoofs and the clear-cut challenge of that cry—"The British are coming!"

And on the dawn of the nineteenth of April, these same British galloped toward Concord, leaving dead behind them on the green at Lexington, eight patriots. But at Concord bridge they were turned back by a group of infuriated colonists; they began their deadly retreat to Charlestown, the redcoated figures dropping silently one after the other from their saddles, the riderless horses charging wildly ahead under the steady volley of shot which rained on them from behind stone wall and apple tree.

The shots were the overture to the mighty drama of the struggle for independence. None recognized their significance better than Dick and Dale, as they walked for the last time together on the day after Concord up and down the bank of the rivulet where they had spent their carefree boyhood in laughter and play. Each had wandered down there intuitively positive of finding the other. They were silent for a while, listening to the brook still singing peacefully at their feet and watching the brown road winding into infinity. Then Dick broke the silence.

"My father, of course, wishes me with him in the army. He believes that its full force will be needed presently to crush this rebellion."

"He is right, Dick, and I shall join the militia. They will be needing volunteers."

Dale lifted his eyes to the green hills. "Queer, isn't it, how everything can look so natural?"

"Yes. If we both die in this war, these hills will still be blessing these valleys, this brook still hum happily, and that road lead on and on. . . ."

His voice drifted into silence. Then he shook himself, and as one waking from a stupor, rose from the grass where they had been sitting, and forcing his lips into a smile, held out his hand to Dale. Their eyes met for a long moment. Then they turned and walked slowly in opposite directions, the brook still laughing at their feet. . . .

They knew with that last handclasp that although the inner friendship between the two belonged to eternity, the outer bands were snapped. Dick was a son of England; Dale, of America.

Dale felt his hands sticky with something slimy. He looked down and saw that they were red with blood, and that blood was dripping thickly, drop by drop from the end of his bayonet. He shuddered, gazing for a moment at the writhing thing just over the rampart from which he had drawn the point of the crimson weapon. Even as he watched, the writhing ceased, and the figure lay with a gaping gash in its breast, still, like so many other red-coated figures on the incline of Bunker Hill. Dale's nostrils quivered with disgust, but as he watched the line of the British back slowly but surely down the hill after their first assault, a grim light gathered in his

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eyes. This was war. This man whose wound stared so accusingly up at him was just one of the allotted number who had to die before the British could be repulsed. He glanced down the slope and saw the enemy gathering together, making ready for another attack. He primed his musket. Then came Prescott's thundered command, "The ammunition's low. Don't fire until you can see the whites of their eyes!" He stiffened his nerves to obey the order, gritting his teeth. The mass of red came closer, closer. He could see individual faces now, and scanned them curiously, desperately. His finger twitched at the trigger of his gun. (Don't fire until you can see the whites of their eyes!) Suddenly through a cloud of smoke, he saw one face lit with recognition; he saw a hand raised to wipe the blood from a pair of wellknown eyes, eyes right in the range of his musket; he saw the eyes harden, the recognition fade in them, the lips clench tightly. He watched the strained white face under its dishevelled mop of dark curls move nearer, nearer. He stood peering forward, waiting until he could see the whites of the eyes.

Dick climbed steadily. The blood clotted in his eyes, and the smoke stung them, but a steely light glinted in them. His head reeled, he was mad with pain, but he staggered on, gallantly. "Get your man," Howe had tersely directed. Dale was right in his musket range.

"Aim to kill!" came the sharp command from the American lines.

For a fraction of a second Dale saw, not the whites, but the weary depths of Dick's eyes, looking squarely into his, as an enemy looks into an enemy's.

For a fraction of a second Dick saw Dale's eyes dilate with horror, then harden to meet the set determination in his own.

There followed the crack of the bullets; the short, sharp cries of the wounded; blinding, choking smoke; spitting, lurid flame.

Peace at last brought back the greenery to the fire racked hills, tranquillity to the shattered valleys, and security to the winding brown roads. One brown road still wound its eternal way past two houses, the haughty grey stone and the modest white farmhouse. But the stone house was boarded fast and desolate, and in the white house resounded the tap-tap-tap of a blindman's cane.

Dale was back beside the laughing brook, among the hills that he and Dick had loved, but. back alone. Alone, because he had shot Dick with his own right hand; shot him down like a red-coat. Back beside the laughing brook, among the hills that he and Dick had loved, but blind to their smiling beauty; blind because Dick had guided with his own right hand the ball that had entered Dale's forehead; and shot him as a rebel.

SABRA-FRANCES ROLLINS,

1930

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A CONTEMPORARY HISTORY COURSE

T HAVE never taken a contemporary history course and I never shall. I I am passionately fond of history, but when I tell you what it is about that subject that intrigues me, perhaps you will see why it is that I should detest the study of contemporary history.

For me history is a vast romance; it is the glamour of quaint customs, the adventure of voyages of discovery into uncharted seas, the gayety of old court life, that fascinate me. I do not care if Queen Elizabeth passed laws providing for the care of paupers—what I want to know is, how did she feel when long after the death of Essex, was brought to her a ring which she had given him with the promise that if ever he sent that to her in time of need, she would surely come to his rescue? It does not matter to me that Louis XIV revoked the Edict of Nantes, but I would give the world to be transported back through the winged ages, were it only for a night, to the glittering ballroom at Versailles; to wear a high white wig and make appropriate replies to the whispered gallantries of my debonair partner in the dance.

Politics bore me, and wars are stupid. It is not accounts of these I would garner from history. But from old books whose covers are dusty, and whose pages are time-yellowed, I gleam stories of royal love affairs, of heroic sacrifices of men and women who loved their monarch and their country. My heroes and heroines in history are many and varied, but I do not revere them for laws they passed, battles they fought, or even mechanisms which they invented. The Maid of Orleans, who died at the stake for France; Burns, who was the perfect lover; La Salle, who sailed triumphantly and unafraid into the mouth of the Mississippi; these are my heroes and heroines; these, and a score of others who lived and died with high, adventurous hearts.

So I shall never make a study of contemporary history unless in the democracies of the world you rebuild thrones, and set upon them kings; unless you replace airplanes by stage-coaches, and steamers by schooners; unless you blot out half of the world to be rediscovered; and last and most important of all, unless you can banish with your magic wand the discord of machines whirring and the jar of realism; in a word, unless you can bring back to me the age "when knighthood was in flower," in all its glory of adventure and romance.

SABRA ROLLINS, 1930

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PATCHWORK You tore my soul to tatters, And though I can make repair, It's true that mended garments Seem a little worse for wear.

WONDER Minds are fashioned from aerial stuff, Stardust and moonbeams and bits of blue; And yet it sometimes seems as if The earth were in them too.

THE QUEEN OF NIGHT The filmy starlight is her robe, And midnight's mysteries profound; The moonlight crowns her quiet head, And dreams pay silent court around.

TO AN EAGER SINNER I would like to see your ghost Winging back its eager flight To the places you have loved, Burning whitely through the night, I believe your truant soul Fresh from perfect Paradise, Would look upon our sinful world With homesick longing in its eyes.

SABRA ROLLINS, 1930

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TO ALLERTON true good-bye. I shall but leave a little while, THISThenis not one day I shall turn my face toward you and wander back, Back to the white-winged gulls, and the harbor's broad and placid smile.

You cannot think that I would go forever—never see Again the liner's distant smokestacks smudged against the sky Behind the lighthouse's white dependable solidity; Or nearer yet .the fishing boats a-riding to and fro With the rocking of the waves, their hundred sails slantwise outspread, Nor yet beneath the moon, the harbor waters' quiet flow— The waves all still and silvered like a frieze, the far-off lights Sparkling like precious gems in night's dark velvet richly cased.

They are wrapped in sables rich and soft to touch—these sea-side nights.

Yes, I must whisper you good-bye, but oh, I will come home One day with a heart hungry for the peace and balm of the widespread sea, The gulls, the boats, and the breakers piling and spilling their lavish foam.

SABRA ROLLINS, 1930

CHARACTER SKETCH STEVENS is one of the most nervous persons that ever lived.

CHECK He is about forty-five years old, of medium height, and has a voice best adapted to train announcing. In the small town in which he lives he is the center of attraction; whenever strangers arrive in town they are immediately taken to see Check and his wild antics. The favorite story of the inhabitants is about the time that Check invited some people to his house to listen to a prize fight over his radio. His living room being very small, the guests were seated close together. As usual, when the fight started, the announcing did not come in clearly. Check worked hard with the radio for over half an hour, until, becoming frantic, he snatched out the battery and rushed to the garage with it, falling all over the guests' feet on his way to the door. In a short while he returned with another battery, which he installed. Although the guests were growing quite hysterical, they waited patiently while Check worked with the radio, his actions becoming wilder with the passing minutes. Finally after struggling for over an hour, he made a dash toward the kitchen. In doing so he caught his

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foot in the aerial wire and jerked it out of the wall. After one dying squawk, the radio was silent, while Check rushed madly over the guests' feet to get back to it. He could not fix it though he tried hard, so the guests had to go home. Even though they had missed the fight, they had witnessed one of Check's best performances.

Check does not realize how humorous he is and people are warned not to laugh when they are taken to see him. When at Check's house you must never refuse anything, because you will get it anyway. More than one dress has been drenched when the owner refused more ginger ale, which is Check's favorite drink and which he recommends for all ailments. He will pour it all over you in his anxiety to see that you have all that you want. He is very generous, but this generosity is often overdone.

On his wedding day, fifteen year ago, Check was presented with a beautiful Persian cat, which was as dear to him as a child. When the cat died two years ago, there was much grieving in the Stevens family. One of Mrs. Stevens' most cherished possessions was a large frame containing five different poses of her late Uncle Willie. Check had five pictures to put in the frame, so out came the pictures of Uncle Willie much to Mrs. Steven's dismay, and the cat's took their places. Check afterwards told me that he did not know Uncle Willie, so why should he have his pictures on the wall.

Check owns the drug store in town, and his main topic of conversation is how he foretold the death of his father and how his brothers made their start with one little drug store and rose to the fortune which is now theirs.

Check is one of the funniest men I ever saw. It does you good to spend an evening with him, because you can relax when you get home.

KATHRYN CARLETON, 1931

ASLEEP AT THE SWITCH with drooping eyelids in front

the switchman at Switch 10, sat BRIGGS, of his desk, yawning sleepily. His head dropped lower and lower

toward the desk, and he muttered uneasily to himself, as if apologizing for something.

"If I had only done as Lizzie told me and gone to bed! It's different for the rest of the boys who don't have to work all night. I only intended to sit in on the game for a little while, but, the time went so fast.

Just the same, the Company didn't hesitate asking me to stay up all yesterday when Smith was sick, to change the switch. Well, I've got to stay awake another hour until the eleven-thirty-nine goes through, and then I can snatch a little nap and no one will be the wiser. If the work wasn't so easy, I'd certainly chuck this job in a hurry."

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But keeping awake after two days without sleep was not an easy thing to do, and Briggs cursed at his heavy eyelids, as he read over his report and walked up and down the room. Soon he sat down again and rested his head on his arms, still trying to keep his eyes open.

"If I could just close my eyes and sleep for years," he thought, "but I mustn't let myself drop off." He listened to the "tick-tock" of the clock on the wall, and thought that he had never noticed before what a soothing noise it made. His eyes closed. "And if you just sit here this way, you .can almost feel yourself in a hammock being swung back and forth, or in a gently rocking boat, drifting on the waves—drifting--drifting---drifting—" "Tick-tock, tick-tock," the clock kept up its monotonous sound while the big hand crept slowly around the face. Briggs slept on. In the distance sounded the faint whistle of the fast express tearing its way around the bend with its load of passengers, some in their berths for the night and others talking in low whispers. Suddenly another ticking added its sound to that of the steady ticking of the clock, but this was a frantic ticking, like an alarm or a call for help. Tick-tock, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick—tick-tock, tick, tick; but still Briggs slept on. Then a third sound, a shrill din that would not be ignored—the ringing of a telephone. Brigs stirred, turned his head in his arms and half awakened.

"What makes that clock tick so loudly? Oh, if I could only sleep on, forever and ever." With an exclamation he staggered to his feet. "There's the train. Lord! It's lucky for me that I turned the switch before I came in!"

With a roar and a whistle the eleven-twenty-nine went racing by. Again came the startling jangle of the telephone and Briggs darted at it and took down the receiver. "Hello! Hello!"

"My God! Briggs, where have you been?" The trestle is washed out down by the dam. Sidetrack the eleven-twenty-nine."

With a click the receiver was slammed down and Briggs stood in a daze.

Then, with a start, he dropped the telephone and rushed out onto the platform as if to catch the train and bring it back, but all he saw was the red light on the end growing smaller and smaller until it faded in the distance.

Briggs stood like a man suddenly paralyzed. Slowly the facts began to come to him. He had been asleep—asleep at the switch—ha, ha, that was a joke, just like the old saying "asleep at the switch," while all those people went to their death. Then he grew cold at the thought of what would happen to him. He was to blame, and he would be tried for negligence, and he would never be able to get another job. He walked wearily back . into the office like a man suddenly aged, and slumped into the chair. What would become of him? He looked around the room, and his eyes stopped on a Colt which hung on the wall for use in emergencies. Well, this was an emergency case all right. He got up, took the Colt from its holster

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and fingered it lovingly. They would never try him for negligence. He cocked the revolver and raised it slowly to a level with his head. Suddenly he began to laugh. He thought of his wish of an hour ago—that he might sleep forever, Well, he was going to sleep a long time now, and no one would ever wake him up. Again he raised the revolver, and this time there was no hesitating. A shot rent the air, echoed in the little room, and then all was quiet.

Down the track several miles, the eleven-twenty-nine was stopped. All its passengers were crowded around a speeder, inquiring what was the, matter. One of the men on the speeder answered, "The trestle is washed out down the track a ways, and we couldn't get anybody at Switch 10."

KATHRYN CARLETON, 1931

THE PROBLEM UNCERTAIN, surrounded by red and gold pillows, lay lounging MISS on a couch of shining black. Little wisps of hair kissed her rosy cheeks; indeed her coloring quite matched that of the couch and pillows.

But alas! that beautiful hair hung sorrowfully over her shoulder, for, if the truth must be told, she didn't know how to wear it.

"What shall I do?" wailed the unfortunate young lady to her maid, Ellen Emptyhead. "I must be ready in an hour."

"I don't know," replied the other with a blank expression.

"Oh, if you would only say something besides 'I don't know'!" cried Miss Uncertain, and began to pace the room. At last she sat down again.

"I shall call up my friend, Mrs. Dress-Hair; she's so full of good ideas."

Five minutes later she announced to Ellen, "Mrs. Dress-Hair is coming over in a few minutes, so you open the door."

Immediately Mistress Emptyhead ran downstairs to the door and stood there with her stupid head peering out, until the expected one arrived. But instead of one there was the whole family.

"What a mistake," was the intelligent thought that penetrated Ellen's mind, "for Mistress won't know which one's advice to take."

The guests were shown upstairs, and Miss Uncertain ran out into the hall with outstretched arms and a "What shall I do?" on her lips, but was cut short by Mrs. Dress-Hair, who said, "My dear, I have solved your problem. I would like you to meet my three daughters, Hair-in-a-bun, Done-up-on-top, and that little rogue, Wilma-Windblown. This is my eldest son, Walter Wig, and Billy Boyish-Bob, the baby of the family.

But, my dear, they insisted on bringing cousin Dutch-Cut, with her twins, Shingle and Bangs, and their sisters-in-law, Sally Spit-Curl and Lydia

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Long-Hair with her daughter, Pigtails. And now," Mrs. Dress-Hair finished, "all you have to do is to choose the one you like best. I'll leave you now. Good-bye."

Miss Uncertain, helpless before this family group, sent for the butler to ask his advice.

"Wisdom," she said, "how shall I select one?"

"By elimination," replied the butler, who never imparted his knowledge in more than three words at a time.

With this in mind the young lady entered her room, and with sudden determination said, "Both Sally Spit-curl and Walter Wig may go." Before she could utter another word Billy Boyish-bob and Wilma Windblown were both talking to her at once.

"Think how stunning my style is!" cried the charming Wilma, while little Billy was saying, "The only way to do is to pick me right away, and then your troubles are over."

"Hush," cried the distracted one, "I care for neither of you. Leave me, please."

Once more her ladyship viewed the company until her eye caught sight of Done-up-on-top, and she had to cover her eyes, so ridiculous looking was this poor soul. Lydia Long-hair was sitting beside her, with Pigtails on her lap. With a short look Miss Uncertain dismissed them too, much to the indignation of Pigtails, who was carried out squealing.

By this time, only four of Mrs. Dress-Hair's relations were left in the room, Hair-in-a-bun, Dutch-cut, and the children, Shingles and Bangs.

"I am the only one who would suit you, though"; said Hair-in-a-bun, "you know that Dutch-cut here is much too young looking for you, and as for Shingle and Bangs—" "Yes, I understand your point of view, and I have no use for Dutchcut." At that Dutch-cut, being too shy to reply, walked meekly out with Shingle and Bangs shuffling behind her.

"Now, Hair-in-a-bun, you and I seem to be left alone, but if you must have my opinion, I will tell you that you would never be of any use to me, because I like to be original," said Miss Uncertain. And so the last one of Mrs. Dress-Hair's tiresome relations was ushered out of the door, still protesting.

Miss Uncertain threw herself down exhausted on the shining black couch with red and gold pillows. She lay there for several minutes in despair with her hair still hanging sorrowfully over her shoulders.

Then suddenly she jumped up with a cry of joy and called to Emptyhead and Wisdom, "I have it! I'll wear a hat!"

"Why, yes," said Empty-head, "I never thought of that!"

"I knew it all the time," said Wisdom.

MARY SEELYE, 1931

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DEAF, DUMB, AND BLIND it true that never a spark wAS Of light could pierce the awful dark; That never a sound could reach thy mind: To tell thee how thy voice to find; That in thy little world so small, Never a call nor sight did fall?

Oh, thou wert unhappy, child; Yet thy countenance was mild And kind.

It seems as though some selfish elf Lurking in thy inmost self, Had stolen all thy happiness; Then left you with a feigned caress, Standing alone, perplexed, and still, In a world of silent darkness, 'till Death came.

MARY SEELYE, 1931

SIR ROGER'S VISIT TO THE ZOO TT was with considerable surprise that upon a Saturday morning I heard a knock at my door, and upon enquiring, learned from my landlady that my good friend Sir Roger awaited me downstairs. It was an incredibly early hour, and knowing I could not possibly be down for a good while, I asked her to fetch him up. However, before she was able to descend upon this errand, my good friend had already arrived, having guessed, as he said, that I would not be yet ready and would desire his company while dressing.

My landlady withdrew, and Sir Roger and I greeted one another with great warmth, as it was quite a while since we had had the pleasure of each other's company.

"I am arrived here this morning," said he, "because upon seeing such a delightfully clear day abroad, I thought it an excellent opportunity for you and me to take a drive to the zoo. It has been a lengthy while since we have been there, and as you know, it has been my habit in the past to visit this fascinating place quite often."

Here I must stop to explain that Sir Roger's sympathetic nature very strongly revolted against the idea of caging up poor dumb brutes to be gaped at by masses of curious people. He had tried often to maintain the

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freedom of these beasts by arguing with and even bribing the heads of the zoological gardens, but upon finding his labors to be in vain, decided that he at least could make the living quarters of these unfortunates as attractive as possible. The polar bear who was so uncomfortable in heat of summer and had only a pool of stagnant, warm water to bathe in, obtained from Sir Roger's donation for improvements, an affair that resembled a water-fall under which he could refresh himself as often as he chose.

Besides obtaining pleasure from inspecting the comforts he had afforded the animals, Sir Roger enjoyed the zoo because before the widow had heeded her confidant's advice to discourage Sir Roger's attentions, she had come there with him on an afternoon and enjoyed the novelty thoroughly "in her charming manner," as Sir Roger often states. He now cherishes the memory of this delightful afternoon, and upon going to the zoo visits each cage in the order he visited them on that occasion, commenting each time, "It was here she threw a nut to the brown bear, and there that she placed her hood in a manner that made her look altogether fascinating."

As I finished my dressing, Sir Roger told me of all that had been happening since we last met, including a report of the persons who had attended and not attended church on the Sunday last, and of the elevating sermon that had been given on that day.

When I was at last entirely ready, we descended and got into the carriage that awaited us outside. Sir Roger told the coachman to drive us to the zoo. Once there my kind friend told him he could go off and have his dinner and a smoke, for which he gave him a generous deal of money.

The horses, in which Sir Roger took great pride, were unusually spirited in the brisk morning air, and so we arrived at our destination in surprisingly short order.

It seemed as Sir Roger went by that each animal knew him, for the monkeys set up a great babble and bickering, and raced up and down in much excitement. He threw them bits of food over which they squabbled, and I was entertained by viewing the keen enjoyment exhibited by my worthy friend. He not only fed the animals but bought peanuts and other goodies for all manner of little urchins who knew their friend and trailed along after us like a swarm of bees after honey.

After our visit there was over, I regretted that I was unable to accept Sir Roger's kind invitation to dine on account of an appointment I had at the Club with some of our friends. On my way there in a hansom, I reflected how worthwhile such light entertainment was if only for seeing the happy enjoyment of the little urchins and Sir Roger's generosity toward both animals and humans.

ALENE STEIN, 1931

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COUTANCE shall I forget my first impression of France, especially that of NEVER Coutance, in Northern France, the first place where I stopped for any time at all. Just at noon we drove into its small market place, where all sorts of goods were for sale. Cows and pigs were lined up on one side of the square; on another were vegetables and flowers from the surrounding farms; and on still another were laces and embroidery which the young girls and women had made and brought in to sell. We drove on, through the noise and bustle of the crowd, to a small inn just across from the cathedral. Here we had a delicious luncheon, consisting mainly of omelette, a dish for which that part of the country is famous.

After eating we crossed the street to examine the cathedral. For the most part it was Gothic, and the doors and windows were decorated with detailed religious carvings. At this minute, the bells in the tower began to ring—why, I never found out. Any of you who have heard old cathedral bells can perhaps imagine their lovely tones, which are indescribable to anyone else. To add to this, we were lucky enough to meet the keeper of the church, who offered to take us up into the tower.

We climbed for miles, it seemed, up a dark flight of winding stairs, and then suddenly burst into a flood of sunlight. From the top of this tower we could see the fields for miles around. All the land was a dark brown, dotted with thousands of gardens, very green against the dark soil. Peach trees, blooming in the distance, dotted the land with pink. The noise from the marketplace reached our ears between the sounds from the bells, now far below us. The whole atmosphere seemed very unreal, almost like a dream. It was as though we were spectators looking at a complicated picture or play, trying to keep all the divers scenes clear in our minds.

When at last we came down and continued our journey, I once more felt part of the surroundings; but the memory of that day has never left me.

DOROTHY PIERPONT, 1931

YESTERDAY yesterday we met ISAndit just now so soon away? And yet In that short time I've known you, dear, New prospects open wide and clear; Enraptured shadows seem to play Upon my heart since yesterday.

DOROTHY ELIAS, 1932

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DON CARLOS SENDS A CHRISTMAS GIFT TOSE, the old keeper, tottered ahead of Alvord down the draughty hall, 0 holding his flickering lantern high above his grey head. As he pushed open a heavy oak door, a sudden gust of wind from a narrow window nearby extinguished the flame. While he lit the candles, Allan Alvord stood valuing his new sleeping-quarters. The room was high and square, with round arched windows, such as are used in Spain. The carving on the mantel bore the coat-of-arms of the noble family, the Alvaras, to which the house had long belonged. Allan was puzzled concerning the apparent unoccupied state of the house. But a glance at his wrist watch turned his thoughts in another direction. It was now six-thirty. He would get no aid before morning and he was not skillful enough to put the damaged car in order. A quarter of a mile back a heavy car had suddenly swung out onto the road to Madrid. To avoid a collision Allan had turned aside and run into a wall, in that way disabling his own car.

"Hang it!" said Allan viciously, with a good reason. The friend he had planned to meet in Madrid would leave for Nice in the morning. So for months Allan would have to go on living without seeing even a single familiar face.

"Si, Senor," added the mild voice of Jose. "It is as you say, the house is yours."

"Wish it was," muttered Allan. Then, aloud, "Who owns this house?"

"Our little Senorita Ysobella. But she never comes here for she is in a convent far away. You would like a fire, Senor? But an instant."

While he was waiting, Allan's eye fell on something which he had not seen before. Between the windows hung a portrait of a young Spanish cavalier dressed in the costume of a century ago. With his hand resting on his jeweled sword-hilt, he seemed gaily to defy the world to remove him from his high estate. Yet was there not something familiar about his dark face? The Englishman turned on his heels as the polite Jose entered with some wood.

—Twas just twenty years ago that my master died," he was saying.

"We do not make merry on Christmas Eve now. A pity that the Senorita does not come here!"

"Why, so it is Christmas Eve. I had forgotten. Who was the gallant yonder? An ancestor of the lady of whom you speak?"

"A distant uncle. Carlos was his name. He was exiled from Spain for daring to speak against the king. Vincento was not sorry to inherit the estate. Cielos! There were those who said that he had intentionally provoked his brother to treacherous speech. As for Carlos, one moment he was here, the next he had gone. Where? That is unknown. One night he came back and slept, unknown to his brother, in this very chamber.

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Next morning he met Vincent°, to fight two duels with him. The first, throwing dice, he won; the second was with swords. Fatally wounded he was brought here to die. His last words were, "Your most precious treasure is gone. I have hidden it well." Then he fell back, dead, on Christmas Eve." "They never found out where he had been?"

"Never. But his clothes had been bought in London. He had hidden the luck of the house, a signet set with rubies. No one ever could find it, and the family went to court no more. And the house servants say that his ghost—" his voice sank to a whisper—"has been seen here on Christmas Eve. I am not superstitious, but perhaps you would prefer—" "Never mind," Allan interrupted hastily. "I am not superstitious either.

Good night."

"Si, Senor. Sleep well." Jose bowed and went into the hall.

Before the echoing footsteps ceased in the corridor, Allan began to think better of his bargain.

"A ghost," he murmured. "Well, one could hardly find a better place to haunt!" He sank in a huge carved chair before the fire to think over the disappointing day. He was a wanderer without a family or a home.

His brother had fallen on the field of the Marne, his parents were long dead. The war, also, had exhausted his fortune. The one link with his former life was to depart in the morning. Verily, his outlook was saddening, especially for Christmas Eve. It was a relief to think of pleasanter things. One phrase kept running in his head. "The clothes he wore had been bought in London." Probably, mused Allan, the exile had sought refuge in England and had anglacized his name. Here a question arose in his drowsy mind. To what would a man named Alvara be likely to change his name? "Alvara—Alva —Alton?" His head fell back.

Just as he was dropping off to sleep, another thought flashed in his mind.

"Alvara—Alvord?" Why not? He awoke to sudden life. By the light of the dying embers he saw that midnight approached. The moaning wind rattled the panes of the windows and blew the clouds over the moon's face.

Then a heavy silence fell like a curtain over the night. Allan sat motionless in the shadow.

A thousand grey shadows turned into moving objects. He became sharply conscious that he was not alone in the room. A board creaked, a curtain stirred, the moonlight grew dimmer. An unseen person began to move and breathe. The young man by the dead fire kept his eyes on the portrait.

A tall young Spaniard stood there plainly visible although he cast no shadow on the floor. He shook his head sadly and tried to reach and press a bit of carving. "Alas!" came the whisper. "I cannot move—will—ever— know." He bowed to the picture and the light glinted on his jeweled

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sword-hilt. When the cloud slid by the moon and the light increased, he was gone.

Instantly, Allan rose from his chair, taking a flashlight from his pocket.

He pressed the center of a gilded flower. Gradually the canvas slid back into a narrow alcove and revealed a hidden cupboard. Allan turned the white circle of light to bear on the contents. Two compartments were empty, but the third contained a metal box, which he lifted to a polished table. When dusted off, the casket proved to be of silver, tarnished black.

Within lay a manuscript yellowed with age, and a gold snuff-box.

Reading was difficult by the pale light, but the black letters were very visible. Although he had to pause now and then to decipher the ancient spelling, Allan could translate it easily.

"On this twentieth day of April, 1816, I, Carlos Frederigo Juan Don Alvara, wrongfully deprived of my possessions, write these facts. Exiled by the king, I fled to England where, after assuming the name of Charles Alvord, I married. My three sons are ignorant of my true estate. Now that they are older than I was at the time of my exile, I feel that I may leave them and return to my beloved Spain. If my plans fail and I do not gain my inheritance, this letter and the family seal shall be hidden together where I myself may guard them. My brother shall pay dearly for his greediness! Yet, I feel that I shall not win, and, unless some chance leads one of my descendants to find the seal, the house shall fall."

Allan,he great-grandson of Charles Alvord, refolded the crackling paper and opened the gold snuff-box. Within gleamed rubies set in the shape of a crest—the luck of the Dons of Alvara. He need go no farther. It was his home. He had his cousin Ysobella about his own age, friends, and money. He made the smiling Don Carlos a deep bow.

"My lord," he said aloud. "I thank you." His merry laugh echoed in the room.

Then, far away in the church behind the hill, a chime of bells sent their song floating through the still night.

DOROTHY ELIAS, 1932

JIM TAKES "THE CHUTES" IM SNYDER was a cowboy at heart, who was born and brought up in

J northern Wyoming, and who had lived for nineteen years practically in the saddle. Early in the fall of that year, becoming tired of cowpunching, Jim set out to see new sights, and landed in a logging camp in the Cascade Mountains. Jim was not accepted in the group of men, for his sheeplined coat, high-heeled boots, and big Stetson hat were not the right clothes in that land of mackinaws, rubber shoes, and woolen caps. He stayed at

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the camp until Christmas, all the time wishing that he was back in Wyoming.

Christmas Eve all the men went to Wolf River for the annual dance, but feeling gloomy, Jim stayed at home with Dad Humes, the cook, and Angus McJowan, who had charge of the stable. At supper when Angus did not show up, Jim went to the stable and found him lying in a heap against the. barn wall where Popcorn, an evil-natured horse, had kicked him. There was only the faint beat of Angus's heart as Jim carried his limp body into the cabin. A plan took shape in Jim's mind as he harnessed a pair of wildeyed, snaky roan bronchos to a sled. The only way to get Angus to the doctor in time was to take the team down the chute which was a narrow, one-track road, straight down over four steep pitches about a half mile in length. Jim strapped Angus to the sled, and also a pine log full of pitch, which, when touched by a match, would light the road. Dad Humes insisted on going to help Jim, and besides, he had not had a good thrill in a long time.

Down over the first pitch went the sled, with the road like grease for the horses. By the time the foot of the first chute was reached, the horses were on a dead run, and the flames from the pine log were streaming out twenty feet behind. The team slid around a granite boulder, through a cut windfall, and shot off into space down the second chute. Snow flew from the screaming runners as they scraped on the rocks, and the road was fairly jumping up to meet Jim in the face. As they reached the short flat at the foot of the second chute, Dad cried out encouraging words to Jim. Down, down they dropped like a swooping hawk over the third chute. The off horse fell, and Jim saved the sled and horses from going over the cliff, by clever work at the reins. Down the last chute, the longest, steepest, and roughest of all, shot the sled, which looked like a comet, and the two men like unearthly demons riding a ball of fire through the black night. The sled hit a root and sailed into the air like a living thing, rebounded, and landed on the road, straight. The long grade to Wolf River was reached safely.

Jim only realized then what a terrible strain he had been under.

The Main Street was lined with people who had watched the strange spectacle come down out of the sky, and willing hands carried the unconscious body of Angus into the hospital.

Half an hour later Jim was commended by a speech from Dad Humes, for the brave deed of saving Angus's life, and Jim was acclaimed by the cheering mob as the hero of the Christmas dance in Wolf River.

JEANNE DANIELS, 1932

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SONG OF THE AVON WRECK STAY," the lady Noble cried, coH"And rest in Windsor town: I fear for you, my gallant lord; My spirits are weighed down."

"My dreams see oft of tide and wreck And you with hair so wet.

Oh, leave your men in barracks broad; Cross not the Avon yet."

"I have no fear," the lord replied.

"To Beausejour we go.

My men must cross yon tide this day To fight the French, our foe."

The morn is breaking bright and clear On Avon river's spray.

'Tis seventeen hundred forty-seven When Noble sails away.

The ships are filled, the sails are furled, The stout boats ride away; Adown the Avon main they plow With all the speed they may.

The wind grows loud, the sky grows black, And surly is the sea; The tide has turned and rushes strong, The waves lash angrily.

They beat on rock, on bluff, on isle, They oversweep the deck; Fair England's ships are sinking fast, They are a dreary wreck.

The ocean caves and the wild waves ring The dirge of Noble's men.

Old England mourns the brave and true Who ne'er will fight again.

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A TRAVELING COMPANION us there was a young girl who was gentle and quiet of manner.

WITH She was slight, and medium of stature, with black hair which was always waved and drawn softly back from her face. She wore a different dress on every day, as I remember, and each one, it seemed, made her look prettier; nor did she appear too conscious of this fact. Her step was light and noiseless, and one was not aware of her presence except for a word, or shy smile which crept around the corners of her mouth, lighting her face like the sun's lighting the heavens. She was full helpful, doing in a day the work of two others, not wasting time on dreams. She was only twenty years of age, I guess. Always was she mindful of her own business, going about her work quite happily. She was devout of spirit, and beautiful with children. Esther was her name.

BETTY WOOD, 1932

PREPARATIONS FOR THE BALL long awaited eve arrives at last; THE The air is warm, and Cynthia doth cast Her radiant beams the whole world to enthrall, A perfect setting for the college ball.

Anetta to her chamber now retires And there with all her weapons she conspires.

Her aim is this, her rivals to dispel And in the war of beauty to excel.

Her dress of tulle is in the latest style, 'Tis calculated all eyes to beguile.

Upon her snow-white hands gleam several rings And from each dainty ear a pendant swings.

Her locks with one brief touch are all in place; Now to the most important part, the face.

First two deep blushes from this cask are drawn; Touched by that puff, her shiny nose is gone.

Then with some essence rare her lips she smooths, Lo and behold! A cupid's bow ensues.

A French horn sounds, she answers its sweet call.

Her armor's donned: she's ready for the ball.

ISABEL ARMS, 1932

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MOORISH LOVE SONG /'LL come, dark maiden of the Moors, On my stallion shod with fire, Over the desert, my beloved, Borne by the wings of my desire.

When the desert moon is shining And the stars form patterns above Swift as a night-bird winging I shall come to you, my love.

Under the palms, my lovely one, Where the night wind rustles and sighs, And the moonlight glimmers in patches, I'll find love in your dusky eyes.

THAYER HUNTER, 1932

ON MYSELF AS TOLD BY AN ALARM CLOCK I first saw the light of day, I was a long flat piece of tin, and I wHEN remember myself sliding down a long slippery chute along with my brothers and sisters. We all made a great deal of noise by jostling one another to see who could reach the bottom first. When we got to the bottom we were all separated. The small pieces of tin were put in one basket, the medium ones in another, and the long ones in another; because I was huge, gawky, very dull, and almost rusty, I was put into the latter basket.

The basket was put on another chute, and this time we landed in a huge room that was ever so hot. A man opened a large iron door, and I saw long red and yellow things jumping up and down inside, which I found out later were called fire. The man dumped us all in and closed the door.

As soon as it was closed, I began to feel lazy and tired; then I felt sticky.

When the man opened the door a few minutes later, I was all mixed up with my brothers and sisters.

I was put in a round cup on the end of a long handle, squeezed very tightly, and then put down in a very cool place. I had a very odd sensation, so I felt myself and found that instead of being a long thin piece of tin, I was very fat and round. If you have never had the experience you can not imagine the feeling.

After I was cool, a man began to put little round things in my back which at first annoyed me very much, but after a while I got used to them. When

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the little round things and I got into a conversation, they made a funny little ticking sound. I was just telling them that I thought the air was lovely, when a man put one of my relations over my back. I asked my cousin why he had the nerve to intrude in our conversation, but he told me that it was not his fault. The little "tickers" told us not to mind his intrusion because we still got quite a bit of air from the front, but just as he finished saying that, a large piece of cardboard was put on the front of me. It was round and white with little black things around the edges that were called numbers. It also had two things in the middle of it called hands, one of which was longer than the other. The cardboard must have known that we were annoyed at him for being there because his hands flew round and round his face as he tried to tell us that it was not his fault. I did not want to seem rude, but out of curiosity I asked him why he wore the wind-shield over his face. He told me it was to keep his hands and face clean.

By now I was nearly ready for my next experience. 'The man put two little things underneath me so that I could stand up. He put winders and screws on my back, and a little bell on my head. When I was all made, I found out that I was an alarm clock and that I was sometimes very useful.

I was packed in a large box with a lot of other clocks and sent to a big city. After that the next thing that I knew, I was in a place where people came in and out all day long, taking what they wanted and giving pieces of paper and silver metal in exchange. One woman who entered, wanted to know if I was really any good, (at this I felt very insulted) if I was guaranteed, how often I had to be wound, and how many pieces of paper and silver they wanted for me. After finding out, she took me home and put me in her brother's room. She wound my bell and also the cardboard hands, but she forgot to change my bell which was set to ring at midnight.

When her brother Jim came home about ten o'clock, he thanked his sister for me and then went to bed. As he was very tired from his day's work, he soon fell asleep.

At midnight my head began to ache; so I rang my bell to get someone to come and help me. Jim woke up with a start and couldn't imagine what the matter was. When he found out that I was all the trouble, he was very angry at me, so angry in fact that he picked me up and threw me out of the window, where I landed all broken up in the rubbish heap in his yard.

The next morning I was taken away by a junk man, and finally I arrived back where I had begun all of my experiences. I have gone through these same experiences four times. I am very tired of it all now, so after I finish this autobiography. I am going to lie under the rain pipe and rust.

MARJORIE ADLER, 1933

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CAN DOGS TALK? often wondered, and probably you have too, if you are a lover of I'VE dogs, whether dogs can talk or not; and if so what they talk about.

I thought of course that my curiosity would never be satisfied, but I was mistaken. One fine spring day I was lying in a meadow, by the side of a brook, lazily watching my police dog rolling in the grass. I had just closed my eyes for a moment when suddenly I heard a very loud barking. I turned in the direction from which it came, and there on the other side of the brook a strange sight met my eyes. A little white shepherd dog sat staring in amazement at my police dog and a setter who were having a heated argument. What amazed me most, however, was that I could understand every word they barked.

"Whose girl-friend is she anyhow?" barked my dog angrily.

"Well," replied the setter coolly, "I had thought until now that she was mine, but I see there must be some mistake."

"I guess we'll have to fight it out," growled my dog, and he prepared himself to jump on the setter at a moment's notice.

Just then the little white dog who was evidently the cause of all this trouble, yelped shrilly, "For goodness sake, stop. Really, I think I should be the one to decide this quarrel, because after all I think I know better than either of you just whose girl-friend I am. The truth is, I don't love either of you; I love Alphonse."

As she said this a little Scotch terrier I had not noticed before, walked sedately out of the bushes, joined the little shepherd dog, and, with a haughty look at his two defeated rivals, went frolicking across the meadow with his sweetheart.

My dog and the setter stood staring at them until they were out of sight; then with a long drawn sigh the setter sat down. "Well," said my dog disgustedly, "There's no accounting for some people's taste."

They looked at each other and laughed; then touching noses to make up, they both jumped over the brook and landed full upon me. I awoke with a start to find my dog lying on top of me, with his tongue hanging out and an almost human expression on his face, as if to say, "Aha, I caught you MARY DUPREY, 1933 napping!"

MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING outside the beautiful mansion, but inside On a handsome four-poster bed lay a girl sleeping, her arms beneath her head, her curls tousled on the pillow.

The room had the general appearance of luxury with thick oriental rugs on the oak floor, heavy satin draperies over the windows, and a crystal chande-

sun was shining brightly THE the bedroom the shades were drawn.

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her hanging from the ceiling. In one corner stood a dressing table covered with toilet articles and pieces of expensive jewelry. In another corner stood a wardrobe closet with many drawers and high panelled doors.

The girl on the bed stirred, opened her eyes, yawned, and stretched luxuriously. She then sat up and rang the bell on the table by her bed.

The maid entered, and pulling up the shades, said, "Bon jour, mam'selle, how are you zis morning?"

"Oh, quite well, thank you, Marie."

"Is sere anysing you wish?" "'Will you please tell me where I am to go this afternoon?"

The maid went to the table and picked up a book, studied it a moment, and then returned. "You are to go to ze tea party at ze home of Mizzes Brigg.

"Oh, yes; so I am. At what time?"

"At sree o'clock, mam'selle."

-Very well. Will you please get me my breakfast?"

"Oui, mam'selle. Is zat all?"

"Yes, you may go."

In five minutes she returned with a tray of food.

The girl nibbling a piece of dry toast asked, "Marie, which of my gowns do you think most suitable for this affair?"

"Well . . . . I sink ze purple one, mam'selle."

"My purple . . . . oh, no! It is the homeliest of my dresses."

-But I like it, mam'selle."

She took a sip of coffee and then answered, "No, it is out of the question, for what hat and shoes could I wear with it?"

"You have ze orchid ones, mam'selle."

"Bah, they do not match the gown. Have you any other suggestion, Marie?"

"Well . . . . perhaps ze green one?"

"No! Worse yet." She swallowed the last bit of toast and put the tray on the table at the side of her bed. "Let me see .. . bring out my black."

Marie went to the wardrobe, opened one of the panelled doors, and after fingering through numerous dresses, she found the black and brought it out.

"Now let me see," said the girl after contemplating a moment, "the black shoes and hat would be just the thing."

"Oui, mam'selle, but ze black hat is at ze milliner's."

"That's right. Darn it! What shall I wear?"

She slipped her feet out of bed, put on some feathery mules and a satin kimono, and went over to the wardrobe. She took out one dress at a time, but put them all back again with a grunt of disgust for each.

"Not a thing to wear! If I have the shoes and hat, I haven't the dress, and if I ha've the dress, I haven't the shoes and hat. What shall I do?"

"Why not call up ze store and have some sent out?"

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"That's what I'll do."

She ran to the phone and called, "Cedarwood 505. Yes, please. Hello.

This is Miss Claire Belle speaking. Would you please send out a few afterOh Miss noon dresses for me? Yes, dressy ones. What is that? you."

Thank please.

Drake knows my style and size. Yes, right away, me call -Don't saying, She hung up the receiver and went to bed again till the dresses arrive!"

Half an hour later she was again awakened by her maid with the words, "Zey have arrived."

Marie took out two gorgeous fluffy chiffon dresses and showed them to Claire.

After much indecision Claire said, "This orchid one is just the thing, because it matches my shoes and hat, yet . . . . the other is so sweet. Oh well, I guess I had better take the orchid."

She tried on the dress, shoes and hat, and all matched perfectly.

She sighed, "Now I at least have something presentable to wear this afternoon. But I am worn out after all this rushing."

The telephone rang and Marie answered.

"Yes, zis is ze Belle residence. Yes, do you wish to speak wiz her? Just a moment pleaz."

She turned, "It is Mizzes Brigg."

Claire went to the phone, listened a moment, and then fell back on the bed.

"What did she say?" asked Marie excitedly.

"The party is postponed," she answered weakly.

AMY RUNO, 1933

AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A GHOST (Inspired by Reading Richard III and Macbeth) as having personal feelings. That is

many people think of ghosts NOTbecause ghosts are unable to mingle with humans on a common plane, but they are quite friendly among themselves. I believe I am one of the first ghosts to become literary. I am writing this, my autobiography, a hundred and fifty years after my retirement from actual labor. Of course people who die naturally do not have ghosts, but people who have been murdered or drowned do.

Before I begin telling about my own experiences, I must tell you of the man whose ghost I am. His name was John Dudley, and he was the elder son of a wealthy noble who lived in England in the eighteenth century.

Godfrey, the younger son, was a worthless young man, who spent a great deal of his time in bad company. At the death of their father, John came into possession of the estate, and Godfrey was given an adequate allowance

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(that is it would have been more than enough for an ordinary person, but Godfrey was continually asking John for money). Once when Godfrey came to John for money, after one of his wild escapades. John became angry and said that he would give him no more. Godfrey did not believe that John would carry out his threat, and twice he returned for 'help only to find that John was resolute. A third time he came and begged for assistance.

He was hounded by creditors and faced with ruin, but still John would give him no money. Godfrey was in despair. His one thought was to get money so that he might save himself. At last, when he became desperate, the thought occurred to him that, if he could get John out of the way, he would become owner of the estate and have plenty of money. It was impossible to put the idea out of his mind, and one evening he dropped poison into John's wine. John died that night, and I was born. Godfrey's friends came back to him, and though many people suspected him of the murder, no one dared accuse him, as he was now the possessor of a great deal of money and a large estate.

Probably you mortals do not know that the years of actual labor of a ghost are numbered from the time he is born till the murderer dies; then the ghost may retire. Ghosts of people who have been drowned go to a special place under the sea, but we ghosts of the murdered go to special places either in heaven or in hell, depending on where the people of whom we are ghosts go. I am writing this in heaven, as John Dudley was a very worthy man.

Well, to get back to my story—after the murder of John Dudley, it was my duty to haunt Godfrey because, until he was out of the way, I could get no rest. Of course it is usually the habit of ghosts to appear before their victims when they are in bed, but Godfrey never went to bed until morning and, though I could follow him when it was daylight, he could see me only at night. Therefore I was usually forced to appear to him while he was leading a dissipated life with bad company. The first time, Godfrey thought that he was just a little more drunk than usual, and paid no attention to me.

I determined to make him notice, and from that time he lived in constant agony. I appeared as John in many different forms, and sometimes as a bottle of poison or a cup of wine. He could never be safe from me even when he was so drunk that he was unconscious. Godfrey sank lower and lower, and kept worse and worse company. His old friends could not imagine what was the matter with him. He had everything he wanted, but still he always seemed to be afraid of something. I made his life miserable, following him around by day and haunting him by night. Consequently he took to drinking a great deal more and became worse in health every day.

Of course Godfrey could not live long in this agony and ill health. After five years he died, thus leaving me free. I went to the ghost colony in heaven and am now happily married to the second wife of King Henry the VIII. JEANNE SCHOONMAKER, 1933

THE BLUE MOON FRANCES BLAKESLEE, '30 SABRA ROLLINS, '30 ALENE STEIN, '31 BERNADA DEMALLIE, '30 DOROTHY ANN SAWYER,'31 GERTRUDE LORD,'30 Miss LEWIS

Editor-in-Chief Literary Editor Associate Editor Business Manager Assistant Business Manager Art Editor Faculty Advisor

year the BLUE MOON Board decided to publish an annual instead THISof the two small issues at Christmas and Commencement as had been the custom in previous years. The price was set at two dollars per copy, and as we thought it best to get all the subscriptions in immediately, a contest was formed among the classes to see which would be the first to have one hundred percent. In the lower school, the fourth grade came first, with the fifth shortly afterwards. The Sophomores were first in the upper school.

In order to raise enough additional money to have our book published, we held a Christmas Fair early in December. The whole school joined in the spirit of the Fair, and it proved to be a great success. The Board wishes to acknowledge particularly the assistance of Miss Paige, whose energetic work on the luncheon was so valuable; Miss Hanson, who conducted an

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Oriental table for us and worked so earnestly on it; Miss Lee who was good enough to get us some fine pewter from New York; Miss Johnston who arranged and presented a puppet show; and Mr. Keck who borrowed and set up the lucrative shooting gallery.

Our meetings were held every Monday morning, though we sometimes had an extra one on Wednesday when we were so rushed toward the last.

We have tried very hard to make this first annual a success, and we wish to thank Mr. Demoorjian, who helped us with the drawings, and all those who assisted in any way, for their generous share in the work.

FRANCES BLAKESLEE

SELF-GOVERNMENT IN THE UPPER SCHOOL BERNADA DE MALLIE, '30 President MARGARET COLEY, '30 Secretary BETTY COLEY, '31 BETTY WOOD,'32 MARJORIE KENNEY, '33 MISS FISHER Faculty Advisors MISS CLARK has had for three years a system of self-government THEwhichupperhasschool progressed further each year.

The Council, a group of girls elected by the students, meets every other Wednesday morning and decides on the questions and suggestions to be brought up at town meeting. The girls discuss these at their class meeting and bring them up for vote at the following town meeting. Class meeting and town meeting are held on alternate Friday mornings.

All the rules are voted on by the students. The Council has no power except as an advisory committee.

The greatest step taken in self-government this year concerns the number of breaks. The first year of self-government the students were allowed five breaks before they were put under faculty supervision. The next year they were allowed three, and this year the number has been decreased to two. This year also the upper school voted that a student should not be released from supervised study until the faculty think she is capable of studying by herself.

With these developments, as well as closer conformance to the rule on costume and general improvement of the appearance of study hall, the Council feels that self-government has completed a most successful year.

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DRAMATIC CLUB ELISABETH MUIR, '31 SABRA ROLLINS,'30 BETTY WOOD,'32 JEANNE SCHOONMAKER, '33 MISS JOHNSTON

President Vice-President Secretary Treasurer Faculty Advisor

Club of 1930 has held its meetings at Gray Gables. At THEthe Dramatic first meeting, we discussed three one-act plays by Sir James Barrie.

For the second meeting we were very fortunate to see Hamlet played by the Ben Greet Players. In December an afternoon meeting was held in order to sew the costumes for the Christmas tableau. The discussion of our March play was the most important topic of the January meeting. This year we considered giving three one-act plays instead of one long play, but "The Rivals," by Richard Brinsley Sheridan, was finally chosen after a most heated debate during which every member expressed her opinion in positive• terms.

We started rehearsing our play early and worked very hard to produce a successful play both artistically and financially. The scenery was designed as a spring garden with Georgian iron gates and fences, between which the actors met and passed each other in the many scenes on the Parade at Bath. When the gates were opened, the lodgings of Mrs. Malaprop, Captain Absolute, and Bob Acres were disclosed with panelled walls and eighteenth century furniture. The properties and costumes of the period were carefully studied by the sophomore history class. All the costumes were made instead of being rented, so that the wardrobe in our Green Room is increased considerably.

The girls who sold candy, and the ushers, who sang gay songs between the acts, were also dressed in eighteenth century costumes. Before the play, the cast was greatly inspired by seeing Mrs. Fiske and her all-star cast play "The Rivals" in Springfield. We were also privileged to meet her back-stage. Our production of "The Rivals" was given on Tuesday afternoon, March eighteenth, and Wednesday evening, March nineteenth. The Club feels justified in congratulating itself at least on the financial success of "The Rivals."

To Miss Clark, who directed the committees, helped with the properties, and studied the period with the girls; Miss Yarrow, who helped with the music; Miss Paige, who directed the making of candy; Miss Small for her cleverness in makeup: Mlle. Emery for her work on costumes; and Mr. Keck, who made the scenery, the Dramatic Club wishes to express their very sincere appreciation and gratitude.

Besides the scenery and costumes for the play, the Dramatic Club has given ten dollars to each class in the lower school for expenses of their productions in Assembly. We have also made a puppet stage; as well as a miniature stage, an exact copy of the big one, on which we may plan and set up model settings hereafter.

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As the BLUE MOON goes to press in April, we are unable to give an account of the annual banquet, but we have every reason to expect that it will be successful.

We are very grateful to Miss Johnston, who has been so capable in directing our work this year. It is to be hoped that the Dramatic Club will continue to enlist the cooperation of the entire school, and enjoy giving plays which will develop the talent of those taking part.

ELISABETH MUIR

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By Richard Brinsley Sheridan THOMAS, Sir Anthony's coachman FAG, Captain Absolute's man LUCY, Lydia's maid MISS LYDIA LANGUISH JULIA MELVILLE, her cousin MRS. MALAPROP, her aunt SIR ANTHONY ABSOLUTE CAPTAIN ABSOLUTE, his son FAULKLAND BOB ACRES SIR LUCIUS O'TRIGGER DAVID, Acres' servant

Florence Young Mary Sleeye Faith Adams Virginia Cutting Barbara Jacobs Sabra Rollins Alene Stein Dorothy Ann Sawyer Mary Duprey Elisabeth Muir Alice Truax Marjorie Adler

THE GLEE CLUB CAROLYN SMITH, '30 DOROTHY PIERPONT, '31 FRANCES BLAKESLEE,'30 CORA WHITIN, '31 MR. NICKERSON MISS YARROW

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school, and meets Glee Club comprises over half of THEa week for rehearsal. As usual we sang at the Glee Club tea-dance in

the fall and at the Christmas pageant. This year the club has tried to create a more widespread interest in music in the school; therefore most of the work has been directed towards the course of three concerts that it has sponsored. The first one consisted of trios played by Miss Yarrow, pianist, Mr. Nickerson, violinist, and Mr. Stannard, cellist. It was a very delight-

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ful concert and the club is very grateful to these artists for their generous contribution to the success of the course. The next concert was given by a double quartet from the Harvard Glee Club. An interesting feature of the program was a number of charming folk songs. The series concluded with our annual joint-concert with the Worcester Academy Glee Club, for which we had been rehearsing all year. The concert course was a new undertaking, and met with such approval that the Glee Club hopes it will be carried on next year. We want to express deep appreciation to Miss Yarrow and Mr. Nickerson for their interest and helpfulness in making music a more vital interest in the school.

CAROLYN SMITH

THE CHRISTMAS PAGEANT pageant held on December 19 at four o'clock was unique.

THETheChristmas gymnasium became for the time being a Cathedral. Soon after the audience assembled in the darkened nave, the Glee Club sang three carols from the balcony accompanied by the violin; and then a host of medieval knights, ladies, and peasants marched up the center aisle singing Christmas hymns to the accompaniment of the piano, violin, and cello. The curtains of the stage parted to reveal a sanctuary with side altars, a reproduction of a window at Chartres, and beneath it Mary sitting and Joseph standing beside the manger. Acolytes, with censors swinging and the Christ-child borne by four of them, chanted a French carol as they marched forward to lay the infant Jesus in the manger. Candles were lighted on the side altars, and various groups came forward to place gifts beside the manger; first the three kings and their attendants; then peasants. Singing of carols in French was continuous until the curtains were again drawn, when the throngs of medieval worshippers marched out singing God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen.

For the success of this beautiful and moving pageant, much credit is due to the following persons: Mlle. Emery, who planned and made the acolyte costumes; Miss Estee, who had charge of stage properties; Miss Johnston, who painted the window; Miss Yarrow and Mr. Nickerson, who directed the music and played the piano and violin; Miss Wheeler, who played the violin; and Mr. Prentice, who played the cello. The student body must also be thanked for their splendid cooperation in carrying out the pageant so effectively in costume and spirit.

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CENSUS COMMITTEE MARGARET COLEY, '30, Chairman KATHARINE BIGELOW, '31 THAYER HUNTER, '32 KATHRYN CARLETON, '31 AMY RUNO, '33 ALENE STEIN, '31 MISS CLARK, Faculty Advisor object of the Census Committee is to see that the different positions THEof the extra-curriculum activities in the school are filled by those best qualified, and also that no one girl carries too much responsibility. Last year a system of points was worked out, by which every girl holding a position is given a number of points according to the time she has to spend on it and the responsibility which the position carries. No one is allowed to carry over eight census points. This year we have tried to put the rating on a more definite basis. Records have been made of the duties attached to each position and also of the way each girl carries out her responsibilities. In this way it will be more possible next year to elect the most suitable girl for each position.

MARGARET COLEY

LIBRARY COMMITTEE DOROTHY PIERPONT, Chairman CORA WHITIN,'31 JEANNE DANIELS,'32 JESSIE RATHBONE, '31 Miss CLARK, Faculty Advisor Library Committee was organized three years ago. It began the task THEof cataloguing all the books then in the library, and last year finished this and arranged the books in numerical order. This year the committee has been checking each book with the catalogue to see that none has been mislaid. Another of its jobs is to put away the books which have been taken out and keep the shelves and tables in order.

From time to time books have been presented to the library; the most valuable recent gift is a set of the new Encyclopedia Brittanica. The alumnae of the school are planning to increase the store of books in some fields as soon as we have checked over the library. The value of the last is twofold: the alumnae are more closely connected with the school, and a lasting service is rendered to the library and the students who use the books.

DOROTHY PIERPONT

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SOCIAL COMMITTEE DOROTHY DODD,'30, Chairman NANCY BISHOP ORR,'31 CAROLYN SMITH,'30 BARBARA PIERPONT, '32 DOROTHY ANN SAWYER, '31 KATHARINE BIGELOW, '31 BEATRICE WARNER, '31 MISS HANSON, Faculty Advisor during the

committee is organized to take charge of all social affairs THIS school year. The first social event of 1929-30 was a tea given for the new girls and freshmen, on September twenty-sixth, in the community room. Miss Fisher, Miss Lewis, and Miss Estee presided at the tea tables.

The girls, very famished after an hour of hockey, made sudden inroads on sandwiches and cakes while they were "getting acquainted." This tea has now become an annual affair which serves a very pleasant purpose.

Another tea was given on October eighteenth in connection with the summer exhibition and prize speaking contest. The articles exhibited were made during the summer by the pupils of the school; the prize speaking was a competition in poetry learned during the summer. Prizes were also given for the best summer reading lists. Tea and cider were served, while parents, teachers, and pupils inspected the exhibits and offered congratulations.

Then on Saturday afternoon, March eighth, amid a downpour of rain appeared all the upper school girls and Academy guests for a tea dance given for the dancing class. This affair was a great success, socially and modishly.

The gym was turned into a fashion parade and the girls in slithery princess gowns and long kid gloves attracted the eyes of not only their "better halfs" but also the receiving line; namely, Miss Fisher, Mrs. Holmes, and Mrs. Wood. George served the popular pink punch and favorite cookies as the hours slipped away—oh where?

This year the Glee Club concert was held at the Academy. This is a much anticipated event of the year, not only because of the fine music, but also' because of the dancing that follows.

The biggest and grandest affair of the school year comes in May, our school dance. This year it is to be on May tenth, but because the BLUE MOON goes to press in April, we cannot give an account of this scrumptious party.

The system of having a committee responsible for the school's social affairs is valuable to the group in that it relieves them of work and worry, and to the committee itself in that it gives them training in the management of social activities.

DOROTHY DODD

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COMMUNITY CHEST MARY B. SEELYE,'3 1, Chairman VIRGINIA CUTTING,'3 1 DOROTHY ELIAS,'32 FAITH ADAMS,'33 MISS SMITH } Faculty Advisors Miss STOWE Community Chest started last year, was continued this fall. The THEmoney which the pupils and faculty pledge is collected at two different times, once in October and once in February, the amounts ranging from five cents to five dollars from each person. This year $513.39 was collected, which with $73.00 from last year made a total of $586.39 to be dispersed.

Appeals for help are sent in by letters or through someone who is interested in a special cause. They are discussed in a meeting of the committee, and brought to Miss Fisher for final decision.

This year we contributed $25.00 for five boxes of needful articles to be sent to Mexico, and $100.00 for a scholarship at Hampton Institute for the negroes. Every year a group of negroes from Hampton comes to sing spirituals to us in Assembly, and our interest in this Institute has grown.

Besides helping worthy organizations financially, the Community Chest has charge of other social service work. In the early fall a large bundle of outgrown clothes was collected for the needy children of the Ledge Street School. At Thanksgiving the pupils brought food of all kinds, which was distributed to the District Nursing Society and the Associated Charities, together with $15.00 to each association to buy more food. Toys, clothing, books, and two Christmas trees were collected at Christmas time for the children of City, Memorial, and Isolation Hospitals.

We gave $5.00 to the Southern Worcester County Health Association, and $5.00 to the Aubudon Society. A new Nursery School was started this winter to which we gave the first scholarship of $40.00. In March Mr: A. Abbott Hastings came from St. Michael's Mission to give us an interesting talk, with moving pictures, of his work with the Indians in Ethete, Wyoming. The Chest contributed $50.00 toward fire protection at the Mission. Through Miss Yarrow we learned of a hospital in Labrador to which we sent $100.00.

The Community Chest is useful as well as interesting, especially to those on the committee, for it not only develops an interest in finding places worthy of help, but also familiarizes us with work that we may wish to do later on.

The committee would like to take this opportunity to thank the faculty and pupils of the school for their generous support.

MARY SEELYE

ATHLETICS YEAR has been so successful in athletics as the year of 1929-30. The NOfirst week we returned to school, athletics were started in a big way.

The new girls were chosen as to which team they should be on. The Blue and Gray organizations were started three years ago, and we feel that this has been the most exciting year so far.

HOCKEY upper school started playing hockey early in the fall. After we THElearned the technique of the game, we had Blue vs. Gray games for which the winner got five points. These games were of course very exciting, for five points seemed a great deal too much for the opposite side to get. Toward the end of the season we worked on hockey tests which only four girls passed: Faith Adams, Bernada DeMallie, Barbara Pierpont, and Sally Pratt.

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were also ladder tennis tournaments in both the upper and middle THERE schools in the fall. The tournaments lasted for several weeks, and all the girls were very much interested. The two Blakeslee sisters, Frances and Edith, were the winners, and all those who saw them play agree that they certainly deserved to be the victors. Bernada DeMallie was the runner-up in the upper school with Barbara Pierpont coming third, and Natalie McCarthy in the middle school with Nancy Brown coming third. This spring we hope to have tournaments as successful as those in the fall.

SWIMMING of the upper, middle, and lower schools who were interested iiEMBERS in swimming went to the Y. W. C. A. once a week during the fall and spring.

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SKATING the winter almost everyone in the school skated on the rink in DURING preparation for the ice carnival. The day of the carnival the Grays won extra points for having the larger attendance. The first event, the grand march around the ice, was won by the Grays. There were numerous other events to determine the best skaters in each group, two exciting relay races, and cutting circles. The boys also gave us an exhibition of jumping for distance. After all the competitions were over, there was a hockey game between the boys and girls. The total score for the Carnival was 77 for the Grays and 53 for the Blues.

BASKETBALL in December when the ground was covered with snow and we EARLY could no longer play hockey, we started a very interesting basketball season.

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and Grays. This year we had a tournament, the winner of three out of five games between the first teams winning twenty-five points, and the winner of three out of five games between the second teams gaining fifteen points.

In March every girl was tense because the score was two games apiece for both the first and second teams. Eventually the day of the final games arrived, and almost all the Grays and Blues were there to cheer. Both games were very close, the final for the first team tournament being 24-23 in favor of the Grays, and for the second team 16-14 in favor of the Grays, also.

FIRST TEAM BLUES [Carolyn Smith Forwards 1 Frances Blakeslee Margaret Coley Center Side Center Mary Seelye Bernada DeMallie Guards Cora Whitin

GRAYS Alene Stein Virginia Cutting Dorothy Ann Sawyer Ruth Brown Eleanor Howard Betty Wood

SECOND TEAM BLUES Dorothy Pierpont Forwards Lucinda Lyseth Isabel Arms Center Side Center Mary Duprey I Dorothy Elias Guards 'Betty Coley

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About the first of February Miss Woodward announced the basketball squad from which she selected the varsity team. To be fit for the one big game, the team worked very hard, having extra squad practice Wednesdays and Thursdays, and playing a preliminary game with the faculty, which they won.

LINCOLN GAME On Saturday, March first, about forty-eight of the high school piled into two buses and drove to Providence. We were welcomed by all the Lincoln girls, and then we hurried to get ready for one of the crucial events of the year. There had not been such an exciting game between Lincoln and Bancroft for a long time. At the end of the first quarter we were ahead, and at the half the score stood Bancroft 10, Lincoln 6. When the team went back onto the floor Alene Stein took Frances Blakeslee's place and Betty Wood that of Dorothy Ann Sawyer. The rest of the game flew by very quickly with Blakeslee and Sawyer coming back in to the game. It was a hard-fought contest, and how spirited our cheers and songs sounded from the floor. There is something grand about seeing such a big crowd

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turn out to cheer at a game away from home. When the final whistle blew the score was 26-22 in favor of Lincoln. After the game the Lincoln girls were most gracious in serving us tea and showing us all around the school.

They played a corking game, and we are looking forward eagerly to meeting them on our floor next year.

VARSITY BASKETBALL TEAM

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Frances Blakeslee Virginia Cutting Margaret Coley Cora Whitin Bernada DeMallie Dorothy Ann Sawyer Alene Stein Betty Wood .Eleanor Howard

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GYM WORK the winter the entire school worked for the gym meet which DURING took place on April 17. Everyone from the third grade to the most noble seniors of the high school practised marching to different rhythms, doing tactics, and exercises. Many have done apparatus work, such as jumping the buck, climbing the ropes, travelling the ladders and flying rings, and going off the breath-taking boom.

BASEBALL spring when the field is cleared up, we are going to have some fine THIS baseball. The girls in the middle and upper schools will play quite often, and the high school is going to have a team which we hope will Ipat the boys and the faculty.

TRACK the baseball season, the girls do track work. In track we inDURING clude archery, hurdles, dash, baseball and basketball throws, high jump, standing and running broad jumps, and the hop-skip-and-jump. Later on there will be a track meet in which the whole school will take part. There will also be an archery tournament in the latter part of the spring term.

POSTURE forms another basis for competition between the Blues and pOSTURE the Grays. There are five Blues and three Grays who have so far stayed on the chart every week. Blue: Bernada DeMallie, Betty Coley, Edith Blakeslee, Jean Berry, Dorothy Dewey; Gray: Dorothy Ann Sawyer, Kathryn Carleton, Marjorie Anne Williams.

FINAL commencement the awards for the various athletic events are to be preATsented.

There are spirit, posture, and gym cups for each group, as well as a riding cup and one for the best all around athlete. There are also medals given to those excelling in the different sports, such as hockey, basketball, baseball, track, archery, tennis and swimming. The most precious award of all is the cup which is presented to the winning team. As the BLUE MOON goes to press, each team stands a good chance. If everyone puts his best foot forward and in the few remaining weeks gains as many points as possible for his team, athletics during 1929-30 will close with well-earned success for the best team and glory for the entire school. Here are three rousing cheers to the winners, and three more for Miss Woodward, who is always so enthusiastic and helpful.

At the end of the year the winning team on the posture chart receives twent-five points.

VIRGINIA CUTTING AND CORA WHITIN, Captains.

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WE NOMINATE FOR THE HALL OF FAME: MRS. KELLEY: because she is a graduate of La Salle Seminary, and a resident of Auw .. bu .. n, Maine; because she is the possessor of a laugh that would arouse any sound-sleeping ghost; because her sense of humor is unsurpassed, and because her recipe for cream-cake is the envy of everyone who has tasted it.

Miss CLARK: because she is one of the finest teachers that has ever presided over Bancroft classes; because she is invaluable to the faculty basketball team; because her personality is so vivid and magnetic; because her efficiency and enthusiasm are unrivalled, and because everyone loves her.

MISS PAIGE: because of her infinite patience with grimy, petulant, and wounded lower school children; because of her gracious and winning manner, and because she is the most self-sacrificing person we have ever known.

MISS LEWIS: because she is the most advanced student of the faculty equestrian class; because she is a competent advisor of the BLUE MOON Board; because she is an inspiring English teacher; because she has a keen sense of humor; and because she is a good sport.

CORA WHITIN: because she is a skillful athlete, as witnessed by her game at Lincoln; because she is spotlessly neat; and because of her general popularity won through fine sportsmanship.

VIRGINIA CUTTING: because of her versatility, as displayed by her musical, athletic, and dramatic talents; because of her spirited leadership of the Grays; because of her good looks; and because she is unspoiled by a loving family.

MARJORIE KENNEY: because she has a wonderful voice and a brother who dances well; because she is a clever artist; and because we admire and appreciate her willing spirit.

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WE HAND A BOUQUET TO B. Muir: for histrionic ability.

Miss Lee: for discipline in absentia.

Miss Jones: for efficiency and reliability.

George: for dependability.

Mr. Keck: for ingeniousness.

B. Jacobs: for beauty.

F. Adams: for enthusiasm.

H. Coley: for scholarship.

SCHOOL CALENDAR September 23 September 25 September 30 October 2 October October October October October

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November 4 November 11 November 18 November December December December

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December 19 January 6 January 11 January 13 January 19

Assembly: Upper School summer poems Old girls' tea for new girls Assembly: Upper School summer poems Concert by Gina Pinnera and string quartet from Worcester Music Festival Assembly: Middle School summer poems Assembly: Lower School summer poems Prize-speaking contest and exhibition of summer work Assembly: Miss Yarrow on chin music in Newfoundland Assembly: Upper School songs, and talks on Ramsay Macdonald by the contemporary history class Assembly: The Hampton Quartet Assembly: Mr. Shelton on South Africa, and Mr. Morgan on Armistice Day Assembly: selections by the boys' orchestra, and ballad dramatization by the fifth grade Assembly: Thanksgiving play by the sixth grade Assembly: modern history topics by the Upper School The Blue Moon Fair Assembly: Latin play by the Sophomores and discussion of Virgil by the Seniors The Christmas Pageant Assembly: Miss Lee and Miss Clark on The League of Nations Glee Club tea dance Assembly: Miss Yarrow and Mr. Nickerson on the Glee Club concert; Bach chorale Assembly: Miss Yarrow, Mr. Nickerson and Norman Stannard in the first of the Glee Club series of concerts

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THE BLUE MOON Assembly: talks by the biology class Assembly: As You Like It by the freshmen Assembly: Miss Johnston on poetic rhythms The Ice Carnival Assembly: program by the members of the music appreciation class The Harvard Glee Club Double Quartet in the second of the Glee Club series of concerts Assembly: talks on dyes by the members of the third grade Assembly: Revolutionary heroes by the American history class Faculty basketball game Lincoln game at Providence Assembly: plays and songs by the second grade Dancing School tea dance Assembly: Georgian architecture and furniture by the English history class Assembly: illustrated talk by the Warden of The Indian School The School play, The Rivals Assembly: The North High School Orchestra Assembly: Program by the Glee Club and discussion of current events by Miss Clark Glee Club concert and dance with the Worcester Academy The Gymnasium Exhibition The School Dance Field Day Riding Meet Award day; the Middle School play Commencement

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EIGHTH GRADE Marjorie Jacobs Edith Blakeslee John Jeppson Betty Branch Jean Kendall Nancy Brown Deborah Lowell Betty Chase Anne Martin Eleanor Daniels Natalie McCarthy Louis Dean Robert Persons Dorothea Eggers Mary Randolph Catharine Forbes Jack Sawyer Hastie Wallace Windle Helen Hillman Rosalie Mary Woodworth

CLASS HISTORY HE 1930 eighth-grade graduating class of the Bancroft School began their education in the kindergarten at Gray Gables. Here we learned how to use our hands. We built houses of blocks and sand, used clay, painted vases, and did other manual work. At recess the boys would take sticks and rush at one another, yelling war cries.

We began the first grade at the new building on Sever Street. Miss Hyde was our teacher. Our class learned to tell time, and also the fundamentals of arithmetic and reading. In this year Natalie McCarthy, Betty Branch, and Wallace Hastie joined us.

In the second grade one of our members, Walter Johnson, died. Miss Denison taught us more reading, writing, and 'rithmetic. Our history was prehistoric man. Another thing learned by our members was punctuality.

Our work had to be in on time—a great shock to us! We opposed the third grade in a spelling match and were defeated.

The third grade's popular members were two turtles and some butterflies which we watched come from their cocoons. We studied astronomy in this class. In connection with our mensuration we went out and surveyed the yard with rulers. Miss Cobb taught us our multiplication tables, which have proved very useful. Our members pretended they were Indians and wove baskets. The Art Museum was visited by our class quite often.

After we had gone into the fourth grade, we gave a Viking play in Assembly. Many happy days were spent during this year, making such things as bread, and posters showing dairy products. Eleanor Daniels and John Jeppson joined us in this grade.

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During the year with Miss Pratt, a new citizenship league was started.

We gave a Greek play, centering about the Olympic Games. Much to our dismay, the curtains stuck and a serious play was turned into a comedy.

Dorothea Eggers, Nancy Hickey, Walter Rink and John Schwab were added to our number, and Isabel Baker left at the end of the year.

Most of our year in the sixth grade was spent in the park. It was a great temptation to lag behind the class. We took American history and gave a play about Columbus. Anne Martin came into our class at this time.

In the seventh class, with the help of Louis Dean and Helen Windle, who joined our grade, we were almost as good as Lowell, who discovered the new planet, for each night we craned our necks, puzzling out constellations and seeing new stars. In June we took minor parts in a play, Ihpegenia, given by the seventh and eighth grades. John Harvey, John Schwab, and Walter Rink left us.

Our class with Miss Jones was enlarged by Jean Kendall, Betty Chase, and, after Christmas, Rosalie Hillman and Mary Woodworth. In this grade we began another citizenship league. Our mascot, a green number plate of Massachusetts was our chief amusement during the last year of grammar school.

We have retraced all our years in Bancroft, and now we plan to go farther ahead, the girls continuing in this school, the boys going elsewhere.

ELEANOR DANIELS JACK SAWYER

OUR PUP Cocker Spaniels?" I asked of a pleasant looking man, “DOandYOUthe sellanswer was in the affirmative. About a half hour later I was riding home with a two months' old pup snuggled in my arms. I named her Madame Joy. That was last spring, it is now winter. Every morning I get the pup's breakfast, every day I pick up chewed remnants of hats and gloves; but I couldn't get along without her.

She has made use of at least five of a cat's nine lives by dodging automobiles. When the pup decides to come in from a long ramble, she sneaks up the front porch and sticks her inquisitive nose through the letter slot, making a horrible rattle. If one gets to the door before Madame Joy is impatient, one can usually entice her to come in, but otherwise when one opens the door, one sees a brown streak racing off with another dog.

This pup is about the only dog we have had, so I really can enjoy it.

Dogs certainly make a difference in life—both ways.

ELEANOR DANIELS, GRADE VIII

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SENNACHERIB was great rejoicing in the Assyrian Empire. Sargon, the king of THERE Assyria, had just announced the birth of his first son, and his name was to be Sennacherib. This was in the year 705 B.C. The boy grew up as a prince in his father's court, and when Sargon died, Sennacherib became king over the dominion of Assyria.

One day there came a royal courier from Jerusalem, who demanded instant entrance to the king. He was admitted, and after bowing low before Sennacherib, he said, "0 great lord of all, there has been a revolt in the far western part of your empire, and Hezekiah, king of Judah, is raising an army to come against you." Sennacherib rose to his feet and clenching his fist replied, "In three moons I will lay him at my feet."

In three moons be had taken forty-six of his enemy's walled cities, and had sacked and burned them. Sennacherib and his army were besieging Jerusalem, when suddenly he received news that an Egyptian army was coming to the relief of Hezekiah and his hard pressed army in Jesusalem.

Sennacherib and his army at once marched to meet this new foe. After a march of nearly thirty days, they camped near the border of Egypt in a damp and marshy swamp.

When Sennacherib awoke in the morning, he felt stiff and sore, and when he looked for his guards, he found them outside the royal tent on the ground, dead. Consternation reigned in the camp because the "Wrath of God" had descended on the Assyrians in the form of a plague which had killed more than two-thirds of the army overnight. A hasty retreat began, and before noon that day the camp was abandoned.

Sennacherib arrived in Niniveh with the shattered remnant of his troops.

This was the greatest defeat an army of Assyria ever suffered at the hands of her enemies.

JOHN PIERPONT, GRADE VII

ARLINGTON the bridge that spans the Potomac river, one gets a view of CROSSING the beautiful Arlington Mansion, the old home of Robert E. Lee. He lived here for many years before the Civil War broke out, when he left to cast his lot with the Confederacy, never to return to the old house again.

The mansion was occupied by Federal forces, and later, it and all the land was turned over for a national cemetery.

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One especially interesting place in the cemetery is the grave of General Sheridan, in front of Arlington Mansion, near the flagstaff. Nearby is the sarcophagus of Major Peter Charles L'Enfant, the great French engineer, who helped Washington plan the capital city. Not far away is an amphitheatre, which is made entirely of Vermont marble, and dedicated to the soldiers of our battles. Before its portal is the simple yet beautiful tomb of the Unknown Soldier, which is a single slab of Vermont marble. Back of the amphitheatre is the Maine Monument, made from the steel mast of the battleship "Maine" after the Spanish War. One of the most impressive sights of all is the "Field of the Dead" which has endless rows of uniform headstones. Many thousands of soldiers, heroes, and famous people are buried in the nation's greatest and most beautiful cemetery.

CLAUDE BYRNE, GRADE VII

DARIUS IN DANGER CHARACTERS The Eyes of the king (a spy) The Ears of the king (a spy) A plotter Hystaspes (a man in the court of Darius) Mardonius Darius (the king) A butler in the court of Darius

Rosamond Riley Bradley Wood Elizabeth Gaines Charles Hill Robert Griffith Thornton Young Janet Heywood

SCENE I PLACE: In a dark street in the city of Persepolis. Scene opens with three men walking down the street slowly and looking around now and then to see if anybody is watching.

MARDONIUS: "We must rid ourselves of this tyrant. We have tarried too long. He is taxing the people too much."

HYSTASPES: "Yes, you are right, Mardonius; we must get rid of him."

A PLOTTER: "I've got it; listen! (The three men stop.) In about five suns from now (Two men slowly and cautiously creep from alley to alley, listening and watching.) Mardionius and I will be waiting at the gate until the change of guards, and then we will scale the wall. You, Hystaspes, will be waiting there for us. After we get inside the walls we will not have much trouble getting into the king's chamber. I will get the weapons needed."

HYSTASPES: "Ala! That is fine, but how are you going to get the weapons?

A PLOTTER: "That will be easy. I have a friend who is a blacksmith and will make them for me."

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MARDONIUS: "That cannot fail."

A PLOTTER: "Now don't forget, and all be ready." (The plotters depart in different directions. Spies creep away.)

SCENE II PLACE: In the king's chamber.

Scene opens with Darius sitting in a chair. The "Eyes" and "Ears" enter.

EYES: "Your majesty, while we were walking along the street today we saw three men, one of whom has been in jail, and who is trying to get revenge.

DARIUS: "What? Treason! Tell me more fully, Ears!"

EARS: "They are going to try to enter at the west gate five suns from now at the change of guards. Their object is to enter your chamber and kill you.

May we have the key to the arms house?"

DARIUS: "Here is the key to the arms house. Put on a double guard and let no one pass."

SCENE III PLACE: Throne room in the palace of Darius. Scene opens with Darius on the throne and the court officials seated at the king's right, earnestly talking. Guards pace slowly back and forth.

DARIUS: "Has that Egyptian noble paid his taxes yet?"

HYSTASPES: "Yes, my Lord, they were received yesterday."

DARIUS: "Good."

HYSTASPES: "What was that?"

DARIUS: "I heard nothing."

HYSTASPES: "I am sure I heard something. Guards, investigate!" (Guards exit via door.)

The two plotters dash through the door and head for the king. Tricked, the guards dash back again and throw themselves upon the plotters who struggle vainly to free themselves (aided by Hystaspes). A guard breathlessly pulls a dagger away from one of the plotters. The plotters are captured. Guards, holding them tightly present them to the king.

DARIUS (To Hystaspes): "Oh, so you are in this too are you!"

HYSTASPES (No answer.)

DARIUS: "Put them all in irons."

Guards march off with the prisoners. Darius sighs heavily.

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THE LURE OF THE DEEP one hot June day that we left the dock of Fairhaven and there ITwasWAS not a ripple on the water. In the distance we could see the outline of Woods Hole, which was a three hours' run for our auxiliary catboat. The tide was low, and as we rounded the point of West Island we found ourselves in the midst of large rocks which were just below the surface. These rocks looked like big monsters covered with seaweed and eelgrass. After many horrible thoughts of a watery grave we passed the rocks without mishap.

A little breeze began to come up as the afternoon sea waves rolled, and keeping to the left of red spars and to the right of the black, we sailed into the harbor of Quissit, a town across the cove from Woods Hole. In Quissit we moored the boat and went ashore for about half an hour.

It was three o'clock when we weighed anchor and turned for home. The sea was tossing around like a mad horse, and we could not navigate at all when the spray came over the deck. Several times the water covered the engine, and after a few sputters it stopped. When we got out in the middle of the bay, we could not see land. No one would have sold us any life insurance then. At four o'clock the transport plane that goes from Boston to New York went over and the pilot waved to us from his comfortable cabin. We kept going and finally sighted West Island, and from there we made a bee line for home. We were glad to hit solid ground again, and my advice is not to be fooled by the calm low tide because when the tide comes in it is the roughest part of the day.

WALLACE HASTIE, GRADE VIII

THE KEEPER OF THE WATER GATE distance below the ice, through the clear, dark running waters, a SOME dim form went swimming swiftly. It was a broad headed thick-furred form, a little more than a foot in length. It held its small hand-like paws under its chin, and swam with quick strokes of its hind feet and with eellike wrigglings of its muscular tail. The muskrat, for this is what it was, swam to a hole, and plunged into it. He was not any too soon, for a yard behind him a snake-like form shot into the same hole. As he turned around, a grip like a vice settled in his back, but the muskrat has a skin which he can turn around in, and he bit this mink in the flank, and held on for his life. Slowly the mink released his hold, and fell limp. The muskrat then went to his dome, and licked his wounds. Above, the winter gale howled, but in his dome it was warm.

JUNIOR SHERER, GRADE VI

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KATIZIMO beautiful colors of Katzimo stand out in that Indian region above all THEothers.

The Mesa stands four hundred feet high and has a very flat top. The colors are buff and rose, and the walls are quite perpendicular.

Indians once lived in it. The legend of the Indians is that one day when it was inhabited, and all the Indians were in the fields below, except two or three sick old women and a boy to care for them, suddenly there came a terrible thunder storm. The mother of the boy called to him and told him to go down and fetch the rest of the Indians. He did so, and just as he was down the ladder rock that led to the summit, he fell and many other rocks around were moved. The boy fell stunned. The warriors and the other Indians never made any attempt after this terrible earthquake and thunder storm to get the poor old woman. That is why it is sometimes called "The Enchanted Mesa."

Since then very few people have climbed it. People have taken attaching ladders up it, and proved that Indians once lived there by finding pottery, arrow heads, and baskets.

It stands a little distance away from Acoma, which is a famous cliff-dwelling place. When you climb Acoma, you can see distinctly the flat top of "The Enchanted Mesa."

CAROLINE CHURCHMAN, GRADE VI

THE BOSTON TEA PARTY

Come you Mohawks! use your axes, We won't pay one cent of taxes.

Tell King George we cease to be Drinkers of this foreign tea.

II Hammers clanging, axes banging, Break them open!—to the sea!

Never will these ships be hanging Round our shores. We'll all be free!

DOROTHY DEAN, GRADE VI

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BLUE Blue makes me think of the bright blue waters sparkling in the morning sun, of blue birds on the wing, and of dark blue hills seen from afar.

ANNE BIGELOW, GRADE IV

RED Red makes me think of leaves in the autumn along the road, the flames of the fire, and the red apples in the orchard.

JOHN SHEPERDSON, GRADE IV

YELLOW Yellow makes me think of the big, round yellow sun, the little buttercups hiding in the grass, the moon and stars that look so pretty in the dark night.

VIRGINIA MACFARLAND, GRADE IV

CONUNDRUMS AM dressed in a bluish gray suit and carry an old leather bag. This I bag holds many happy or sad things. I go from house to house and distribute these things. On Valentine's Day the children wait for me.

Around Christmas time I have an extra load and go to each house three or four times every day. I used to blow a whistle at every gate, but now I ring the doorbell. At all times people are anxious to have me come. I come Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday, both in morning and afternoon. Do you know who I am?

MARGERY ANN WILLIAMS, GRADE IV

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AM in a nice sunny kitchen. I wear a dress and apron, starched and I clean. I know just what boys and girls like to eat. Some of these things come from all the countries of the world, oranges from the sunny South, dates from Africa, and spices from India for my cakes. The children like to help me beat eggs in my yellow bowl and taste the frosting.

The big black cat is my friend because I feed him and let him sleep behind the stove. Do you know who I am?

JOAN ASHEY, GRADE IV

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CHRISTMAS IN NORWAY Christmas in every window there is a candle. In the country the oNpeople have to make their own. This custom came when the people were trying to find the Christ Child. The Norwegians put their shoes outside the door and this means that they are not going to quarrel all the year. The people are very kind to their animals. On Christmas they give the cows more hay. They give the birds food. The Norwegians call their Santa Claus, Kristine.

LOUISE ERSKINE, GRADE IV

A STORY OF ME

By Myself I had the measles, I did not mind the measles.

I got some paper dolls And flowers and a basket of fruit.

I did not mind the measles, It's lots of fun to have the measles.

I got a little teddy And teddy was cute.

I loved little teddy, I named him Pooh.

My little teddy sleeps with me too.

I got ice-cream Almost every night.

Mother read stories Every single night, And having the measles I thought was just right.

MARY SPAULDING, GRADE III

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CITIZENSHIP During the month of January, 1929, the National Safety Patrol was iirst established in the school. It worked very well for the rest of the year, along with the regular Citizenship, and when this fall came the Patrol was continued. It worked satisfactorily for a few months, but soon the members of the Safety Patrol faced some rather puzzling difficulties. The members tried in many ways to overcome these difficulties, but they did not succeed. Thus a new plan was conceived. This was called the Bancroft Citizenship, and applied to the lower and middle schools. The fundamentals were the same, but some of the rules were changed. The Safety Patrol was discontinued, and under the new plan the only officers are the president, vice president, and several aides. These officers are nominated by the teachers according to the members' former standing in the League, and are chosen by the pupils every six weeks.

The Bancroft School realizes that the National Safety Patrol is a wonderful organization, but the new plan seems to work better in this school.

BRADLEY WOOD

MUSIC year the middle school has been studying three part songs.

THIS boys usually sing alto and the girls second soprano and soprano.

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During the first semester the orchestra played occasionally for Assembly.

At Thanksgiving the middle school sang a group of three songs, and at Christmas the lower and middle schools each sang a French carol. In the Christmas pageant the stage represented a French church and boys from the sixth and seventh grades were dressed as choir boys, and sang a French carol.

Mr. Nickerson has played several violin solos in Assembly, with Miss Yarrow accompanying him. Miss Yarrow has also given several talks on music, one of special interest on the folk-songs of Newfoundland which she collected last summer. In April, Miss Fisher invited the North High School orchestra to come to Bancroft. Orchestra A came over and gave us a very delightful program. This orchestra has about thirty pieces in it, and a first violinist who has already won distinction for herself.

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MIDDLE SCHOOL DRAMATICS first play of the year was given by the sixth grade at Thanksgiving.

THE It was written and managed as well as acted by the members of the class.

They made the costumes themselves and a flag like the one the Pilgrims brought over from England, and collected properties and furniture of early colonial days. It was a very interesting play.

The play was about the Indians and Pilgrims at the First Thanksgiving and had an Indian dance in it, accompanied by the tom-tom and many war whoops and shrieks. At the end an old Pilgrim hymn was sung, which made a fine climax. The curtain did not stick and no one forgot his or her part, and I think it came off splendidly.

For Commencement the seventh and eighth grades have decided to g:ve an outdoor production of "A Midsummer Night's Dream." They think that everyone will enjoy Shakespeare's charming play of fairy plots and the comedy of the crude rustics who are producing "the lamentable tragedy of Pyramus and Thisbe." Our Greek history will help us in the planning of the Greek costumes and the setting of the play in Athens, and the large cast will give everyone a chance to be in the play or to serve on an important committee.

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THE LOWER SCHOOL DAILY ASSEMBLIES

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about music appreciation.

year we have been learning a great deal THIS Each week Miss Yarrow has given us victrola music to help us recog-

nize the sound of different instruments. We have been learning quite a group of folk songs.

We heard about life in the Philippines, saw many pictures as well as some costumes and a model Filipino house. Margery Ann and Suzanne reviewed a Philippine travel story. Then we filled several Friendship chests to be sent to the Filipino school children. This year for the fourth time we have joined the Audubon Society and at present have fifty-seven members.

Each Thursday morning through the year Miss Cobb has told Bible stories from the Old Testament history, and once Dr. Savage came and told the story of Sampson. Mrs. Smith read the fascinating Uncle Remus stories.

In the winter the fifth class gave us a puppet show. Also Philip Thayer who had seen the Queen's doll house in London told us about it and showed interesting pictures. This spring we have had three short piano recitals by children from each class. From time to time children have made interesting reports of the work done or investigations made in their classes. On one morning each term we hold our citizenship league elections.

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GIRLS' ATHLETICS 1929-30 a full program of athletics has been provided for the DURING lower and middle school girls, and rivalry between the Blues and Grays has been keen. Participation in swimming, riding, tennis, skating, track, and the gym meet have been reported with the upper school athletics.

MAT-BALL 'THIS winter the girls in the middle school had a great time playing matball. In the series of games between the Blues and Grays the Grays won, and received twenty-five points. The teams were as follows: GRAY BLUE Ann Martin Center: Edith Blakeslee Betty Branch Side Center: Nancy Brown Helen Windle Guard: Eleanor Daniels Betty Chase Guard: Sylvia Spence Riley Rosamond Forbes Catherine Forward: Randolph Mary McCarthy Forward: Natalie Elizabeth Gaines Mat: Marjorie Jacobs CAPTAINS WHITIN, VIRGINIA CUTTING AND CORA SOCCER this year.

Not only

was a great deal of enthusiasm about soccer THERE the middle school but also the fifth and sixth grades learned how to kick

the ball properly and played often so that they might understand the rules.

The seventh and eighth grades were the specialists, as it were, and the Blues and Grays played two out of three games, which the Blues won.

The climax of the soccer season was a close game between the boys and the girls, which was won by the boys.

The girls in the third and fourth grades played a lot of dodge ball and had some thrilling relay races during their gym classes.

BOYS' ATHLETICS year opened with soccer and football.

Having

sporting season this THEorganized two football teams, the boys played against each other and

enjoyed it thoroughly. A soccer game was played between the boys and girls in November, the boys being victorious, 3-2.

There was good skating this winter. Hockey, tag, and many other games were played. Next came the skating carnival. There were circle cuts, broad jumping, relay races, and a hockey game between the boys and the high school girls. The score was 4-0 in favor of the boys.

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In the gymnasium indoor baseball and basketball were played. On March thirty-fist there was a basketball game between Bancroft and last year's eighth grade. The latter won, 20-6. The gym meet was held on Thursday, April seventeenth. There was some drilling, buck jumping, swinging on travelling rungs, rope climbing, and a basketball game.

Baseball was the chief sport in the spring. Many games were played.

Some boys also took tennis, riding, archery, or track.

Throughout the year there has been swimming for the boys at the Worcester Academy. They have played water polo and tag, practised diving, and competed in races. There is to be a swimming meet the latter part of May. LOUIS DEAN

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Miss Smith: "It will cost you five cents to write to me this spring."

Jessie: "We'll send it C. 0. D.Dorothy Dodd (before biology test) : "How many men is it safe for us to know, Miss Smith?"

Miss Stowe: "I had a fascinating time with a man last night."

Sabra: "How?" Miss Clark: "What is a justice of the peace?"

Jessie: "A sort of minister.''

Miss Estee, calling the role: "Madamoiselle Harriet?"

Harriet, engrossed in a work of art: -Hello!"

Grace: "What is Alene going to do this summer?"

Marjorie: "Nothing, so she's going to do it with me."

Miss Woodward: "Now clap your hands and jump your feet over your head.Miss Estee: "You spell Parisien when its an adjective with a small f.''

Miss Lewis: "How many girls can have cars to go to Boston Saturday?"

Betty Wood: "I can have ours."

Miss Lewis: "How many can you take?"

Betty: "Two if my mother goes; otherwise seven."

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Bernada: "We had a great time with Rudyard Kipling in Bermuda. He had the room right across from us, and his wife was sick.

Mrs. Kelley (at Miss Lewis's for tea): "What is this I am eating?'

Miss Lewis: "That is antipasto."

Mrs. Kelley: "I remember studying about anapests in school. Isn't it nice for you to carry out your English work at a party?"

Miss Yarrow: "Hobby, I won't tell you what this Negro spiritual means; you can ask your father and tell us tomorrow."

Miss Yarrow (next day): "Hobby, what did you find out about this spiritual?"

Hobby: "Father said he did not know, and the Bible was at church."

Member of the BLUE MOON Board: "Hasn't anything funny happened that you would like to have in the joke section of the BLUE MOON?" Third grader (unbelievingly): In school?

Fifth grader: Mrs. Smith, if I tripped someone up, would that be a joke?"

SEVENTH GRADE BIBLICAL PLAY Robert: "Let me be Adam."

Herbert: "I'll be God." DEFINITION'S FROM MISS DENISON'S CLASS devoted: when a man leaves his wife and doesn't come back. discouraged: when you ask your mother to buy a pint of ice cream and she won't. alcohol: liquor. produced: trying to get thin.

BLUE MOON MEETING One: "Let's put in Miss Clark for efficiency."

Another (rousing from a day-dream): "Oh, that's not in the Booby Prizes, is it?"

FAMILIAR EXPRESSIONS Miss Fisher: "I feel very strongly that J. Rathbone: "Honestly, I'm weak."

S. Rollins: "I see what you mean."

E. Howard: "Am I sorry?"

F. Adams: "That's nummy!"

D. Pierpont: "Aren't my funny?"

Miss Clark: "Be it said" or "I may say."

Miss Woodward: "Tremendous!"

Community Chest et al: "Please, bring your money."

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WHILE THEY RECITE ENGLISH Miss Lewis: "What did they wear in those days (1854)?"

Dottie: "A lot of things."

Miss Lewis (teaching Henry Esmond): "Does Father Holt come into today's lesson?"

Dorothy: "Yes, he comes in for half an hour."

Cora: "I'll get Sense and Sensibility from someone."

Marjorie (telling about Fritz Leiber's production of Macbeth): "They left out the murder of Banquo and Siward's dying in the front."

Miss Lewis: "You Latin students can tell us about Horace."

Frances: "Horace comes in college, but Miss Lewis: "Are there any periodic sentences in Thackeray?"

Sabra: "Oh, yes, I should say so; I have one right here in my hand."

Miss Lewis: "What change does this scene show in Macbeth's character?"

Ellyn: "He is going to hire murderers; he didn't have help before."

Miss L.: "Lady Macbeth helped him.

Ellyn: "But that was all in the family."

Cabby: "Francis Esmond is so burly."

Miss L.: "On what do you base your opinion?"

Cabby: "The way he acts when he's drunk."

Miss Lewis (telling about the Stratford Players) : "The porter was a big fat man who came staggering onto the stage saying, 'Knock, hic; knock, hic.'"

Fuzzy: "Oh, Miss Lewis, you take that part well."

BOOBY PRIZES FOR 1929-30 special arrangement with the Committee on Awards for the Phoebe BYMoron Foundation (sponsored by The New Republic), the BLUE MOON Board is authorized to announce the Booby Prizes for 1929-30 at the Bancroft School. In view of the particularly high standards of folly and stupidity achieved by many of the candidates, the final choices were possible only after lengthy deliberation. The prizes themselves have required much discussion, and in some cases heated debate, but the consensus of opinion ultimately was that something useful as well as ornamental would be appropriate. Therefore the prizes offered are a pair of long kid gloves of any desired color, a permanent wave, a toy animal, a bottle of brilliant nail polish, a cake of palm-olive soap, a college-board answer book, and the chairmanship of the clean-up squad.

Under self-government, the first prize goes to Mary Seelye for the faithfulness with which she has maintained a record for constant tardiness, un-

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daunted by the handicap of living almost next door to the school. Second prize goes to Pooh Warner. "Constancy, thy name is Warner." Pooh has remained in supervised study from November to March, but she modestly lays the credit for her achievement on her neighbors. Honorable mention goes to Cabby Smith for repeated resistance to faculty suggestions that she clean out her desk and arrive on time to supervised study.

Under personal relations, first prize goes to Marjorie Adler for her devotion to a certain person whose name is over-familiar to Marjorie's friends, Miss U . . . n. We consider that Marjorie deserves special recognition for a worship unequaled in history, even by Damon and Pythias. Second prize under this heading goes to Frances Blakeslee and Sabra Rollins for constant presence in the administration offices.

In the department of humor, the first prize is taken by Alice Truax for the persistency with which she has followed up her motto, "A pun a minute." The judges have come to the decision that she should have lived in the Elizabethan age, when a pun was not considered the lowest form of wit.

The second prize was won by Nancy Bowler and Barbara Pierpont for not only having desired, but having managed, to continue in the upper school their lower school antics.

For activity in study-hall, the Board awards to Constance Cross the first prize. She has made the noteworthy discovery that the aisles in study-hall serve splendidly as promenades. The second prize is conferred upon Dorothy Ann Sawyer, whose varied excuses to leave the hall would do credit to the wiliest lawyer.

Under athletics, the first prize goes to Ellyn Dodd for the commendable sacrifice made from the time spent with the stronger sex to watch a basketball game, and second prize to Charlotte Hanson and Nancy Orr for the occasional condescension of their presence at gym.

For inventions the first prize is carried off by Pooh Warner for her discovery of the Bancroft Zoo, or more particularly Piglet, Wol, Tigger, Kanga, Roo, Beetle, and Rabbit. We are sure that it must have required her full amount of brain-work and ingenuity to find in her friends the fitting resemblance to these A. A. Milne characters. Second prize is given to Cabby Smith for the invention of the fad which has found such favor with the under-classmen, of wearing hair-ribbons to school. The creation 'of this style is for two reasons praise-worthy; the amount of attention it has distracted in classes, and the stimulus it must have proved to the ribbon industry.

Although there are many others in the school who have been exceedingly foolish, the qualifications of the above-mentioned were outstanding. We offer them our congratulations for the splendor of their achievements, and hope that in the next year they may be inspired to even greater heights of BLUE MOON COMMITTEE OF P. M. F. inanity.

Her dogs

His frat pin

Her wave

To stop blushing To make self-government a success To make a hit with the algebra teacher To meet Albert Payson Terhune To take up residence in New Haven To leave school before her car is mobbed To sleep on school mornings To be an actress

Frances

Bernada

Barbara

Margaret

Dott

Gertrude

Charlotte

Sabra

Her Jung-box (memory-book)

Her car

Her independence

Her cups and medals

Her Latin book

Her striped mittens

To take life easy

Cabby

DEAREST POSSESSION

GREATEST DESIRE

NAME

SENIOR SLAMS

Sympathetic

Willing

Good-natured

Cute

Quiet

Sweet

A good sport

Precious child

Adorable

"Extreme!"

"Oh-well—"

"My cow!"

"Oh, you brute!"

"Really?"

"Dam-n—"

"My word!"

"Oh, honestly!"

WHAT OTHERS THINK FAVORITE SAYING OF HER

who have graduated from the eighth grade since 1926 have entered BOYS various high schools or preparatory schools. At North High School are John Grant, Forbes Michie, Benjamin Stone, Turner Blake, Robert Booth, Bryden Campbell, and Stuart Oberist; at Deerfield Academy are Conrad Riley, Robert Anderson, and Alan Neilson; at Middlesex are Theron Batchelder and Charles Hamilton; at Worcester Academy are Bill Sawyer and Charles Crompton; at St. Paul's are Carter Higgins and John Ewell; Roger Kinnicutt is at Fenn; David Savage at Loomis, Harlan Pierpont at Roxbury Latin, Gurdon Williams at Hotchkiss and Jack Sanderson at Peekskill Military Academy.

The girls who have graduated from the Bancroft High School in the past four years have separated in many directions.

THE CLASS OF 1926: Marion Andrews and Geraldine O'Brien are at Wellesley; Harriet Atwood is at Vassar and is secretary of the choir and a member of the orchestra; Janet Gordon, Maxine Merchant, Betty Shaw, and Madeline Young are at Smith; Constance Green is at the Connecticut College for Women; Carlotta Grimm is at the University of Vermont; Clara Atwood is now Mrs. Newell Carpenter and lives in Bangor, Maine; Barbara Stark has graduated from Bradford Academy and is in Worcester.

THE CLASS OF 1927: Betty Brooks is at the University of Missouri; Lorna Critchley, at Vassar. is in the choir, the French Club, and the Legislative Assembly; Patricia Schon is married and lives in Nova Scotia; Rose Dresser is studying dramatics in Boston; Betty Harrison is at Erie College; Catherine Harris is at Mount Holyoke; Jane Haines is at Connecticut College; Dorthy Young has graduated from House in the Pines and is in Worcester; Dorothy Ramsdell is also in Worcester.

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Virginia Coley is at Middlebury College; Priscilla Dean at Mount Holyoke; Wilhelmina Elias at National Park Seminary; Constance Fowler at Sweet Briar; Isabel Orr at Smith; Geraldine Persons is studying with Mr. Baker in the Yale Dramatic School; Jane Reid is at the Rhode Island School of Design; Ruth Roper is at Pembroke; Frances Thayer is at Pine Manor; and Susan Orr is studying music in Worcester.

THE CLASS OF 1929: Janet and Betty Orr are at Smith; Hope Norman is at Wellesley; Betty Upham is at Hollins College; Minna Beal is at the Leslie Kindergarten School; Kathleen Green is studying art in New York; Katherine Persons is at the Penn School; Pauline Schwab and Marian Runo, at Vassar, are both on the staff of the Miscellany News, the college newspaper, which is an unusual attainment for freshmen.

ART WORK IN THIS VOLUME TITLE PAGES: Blue Moon Upper School Middle and Lower Schools Activities HEADINGS: Faculty Literature Alumnae Autographs

Jeanne Daniels Marjorie Kenney Jeanne Daniels Gertrude Lord

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SCHOOL REGISTER FACULTY NAME

WORCESTER ADDRESS

Joseph Champagne

HOME ADDRESS 37 Orchard St., Watertown, Mass.

45 Waldron Ave., Summit, N. J. South Bristol, Me.

Helen Clark

16 Dayton St.

Florence Cobb Stephen Demoorjian

12 Boynton St.

Josephine Denison

45 Cedar St.

20 New London Rd., Mystic, Conn.

Georgette Emery

45 Institute Rd.

Hotel Joli Site, Montreux, Switzerland.

Helen Estee

1 Dayton St.

c/o M. Ed T. Trust Co., Buffalo, N. Y.

Hope Fisher

45 Cedar St.

Marion, Ohio.

Mathea Hanson

45 Cedar St.

45 Cedar St.

Maude Hyde

44 William St.

Somersworth, N. H.

377 Main St.

Faith Jackson

8 Biltmore Rd.

Edith Jones

18 Somerset St. 16 Dayton St.

Spartenburg, S. C.

William Keck

Boylston, Mass.

Evelyn Kelley

45 Cedar St.

First Auburn Trust, Auburn, Me.

Agnes Johnston

1 Dayton St.

Carrie Knowles Robert Knowles

Y. M. C. A.

228 S. Main St., Attleboro, Mass.

36 Chestnut St.

Louise Lee Evangeline Lewis

20 Elbridge St.

415 N. Huron St., Ypsilanti, Mich.

Bradley Nickerson

57 Fruit St.

S. Norwalk St., Rowayton, Conn.

Helen Rockwell

35 Woodland St.

Molly Small

38 Berwick St.

Eunice Smith

11 Coventry Rd.

Olivia Smith

172 Park Ave. 1 Dayton St.

Evelyn Stowe Louise Stevens

112 Elm St.

11 Court St., Delhi, N. Y.

Florence Woodis

13 Merrick St.

South Bristol, Me. 36 Cedar St.

Stella Woodward Grace Yarrow

16 Dayton St.

Haddam, Conn.

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ADDRESS

Faith Adams-47 Sever St. Marjorie Adler-12 E. 86th St., New York City.

Isabel Arms-12 Beechmont St. Katharine Bigelow-9 Otsego Rd. Frances Blakeslee-21 Downing St. Nancy Bowler-57 Cedar St. Ruth Brown-182 Main St., Spencer, Mass.

Kathryn Carleton-53 Elm St. Margaret Coley-48 Kenwood Ave. Elizabeth Coley-48 Kenwood Ave. Harriet Coley-48 Kenwood Ave. Virginia Cutting-67 Cedar St. Constance Cross-203 W. Dominick St., Rome, N. Y. Jeanne Daniels-9 Metcalf St. Bernada DeMallie--22 Germain St. Dorothy Dodd—Worcester Academy.

Ellyn Dodd—Worcester Academy.

Mary Duprey-37 Kenwood Ave. Dorothy Elias-320 Highland St. Betty Gardener-374 E. Church St., Marion, Ohio.

Charlotte Hansonl 2 Rhodes Rd. Eleanor Howard-3 Harvard St. Thayer Hunter-171 Woodland St. Barbara Jacobs-12 Hancock Hill Drive.

Priscilla Johnson-57 Beechmont St. Barbara Keck—Boylston, Mass.

Marjorie Kenney—Shrewsbury, Mass.

Margaret Kinnicutt-72 Cedar St. Gertrude Lord-324 Highland St. Lucinda Lyseth-46 Beeching St. Elizabeth Muir-10 Woodland St. Grace Orr-71 Berwick St. Nancy Orr-30 Moore Ave. Dorothy Pierpoint--85 William St. Barbara Pierpoint-85 William St. Sally Pratt-61 West St. Jessie Rathbone-14 Squier St., Palmer. Mass.

Lois Riley-38 Burncoat St. Sabra Rollins-248 Salisbury St. Amy Runo-21 Holden St. Dorothy Ann Sawyer-84 William St. Jeanne Schoonmaker—The Four Winds, Ashburnham, Mass.

Mary Seelye-66 William St. Carolyn Smith-23 Somerset St. Alene Stein—(% R. H. Kahn) 225 Central Park West, New York City.

Eleanor Thayer-4 Regent St. Ruth Townsend-42 Holden St. Alice Truax—South Egremont, Mass.

Beatrice Warner-71 Pine St., Lowell, Mass.

THE BLUE MOON Cora Whitin—Northbridge, Mass.

Elizabeth Wood-68 Beechmont St. Florence Young-4 Greendale Ave.

MIDDLE SCHOOL NAME

ADDRESS

Elbridge St. Herbert And Mary Atwood-160 Woodland St. Jean Berry—Northbridge, Mass.

Edith Blakeslee-21 Downing St. Elizabeth Boyden-4 Nottingham Rd. Elizabeth Branch-102 Merrick St. Nancy Brown-77 Elm St. Mary C. Bullock-70 Cedar St. Robert Bullock-35 Downing St. Vera Bullock-41 Sever St. Janice Butler-67 Olean St. Claudius Byrne-1066 Main St. Peggy Carleton-53 Elm St. Mary E. Chase-174 Park Ave. Irving Chase-174 Park Ave. Carol Churchman-20 Institute Rd. Sally Co:-65 West St. Eleanor Daniels-2 Regent St. Louis Dean-30 Sever St. Dorothy Dean-30 Sever St. Henshaw Dewey-54 William St. Dorothea Eggers-76 West St. Catherine Forbes-81 William St. Elizabeth Gaines-264 Highland St. Robert Griffeth-148 Russell St. Wallace Hastie-5 Lull St. Janet Heywood-8 Wheeler St. Merle Higgins-41 Davidson Rd. Charles Hill-39 Queen St. Frances Hill—Shrewsbury, Mass.

Elizabeth Hoffman-48 Massachusetts Ave. Richard Hutchins-10 Regent St. Marjorie Jacobs-12 Hancock Hill Drive.

John Jeppson-1 Drury Lane.

Jean Kendall-72 Burncoat St. Deborah Lowell-4 Burgess Rd. Natalie McCarthy-21 Roxbury St. Barbara MacFarland-53 Elm St. Anne Martin-19 Haviland St. Priscilla Martin-28 Pleasant St. Ruth Maya11-53 Elm St. Robert Messier-9 Dean St. William Mulvey-718 Main St. Robert Persons-490 Salisbury St. John Pierpont-85 William St.

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Bradley Wood-68 Beechmont St. Virginia Wright-258 Highland St. Thornton Young-221 Burncoat St.

LOWER SCHOOL NAME ADDRESS Elizabeth Alton-340 May St. Philip Alton-340 May St. Patricia Arno11-29 Berwick St. Joan Ashey-14 Whitman Rd. Faith Baker-194 Salisbury St. Beryl Barnes-24 Beeching St. Peter Barton-65 Elm St. John Barton-65 Elm St. Anne Bigelow—Shrewsbury, Mass.

Marietta Billingslea-32 Boynton St. Charles Blake-12 Military Rd. Janet Bliss-25 Dayton St. Davenport Bowker-56 Cedar St. Patricia Bright-14 Algonquin Rd. William Bright-14 Algonquin Rd. Elizabeth Brown-346 Salisbury St. Nancy Campbell-38 Forest St. Robert Carr-5 Fenimore Rd. Winthrop Carr-5 Fenimore Rd. Eleanor Carter-42 Massachusetts Ave. Harold Chase-7 Westland St. Richard Cleveland-44 Fruit St. Richard Coe-11 Germain St. George Crompton-79 Elm St. Nancy Crompton-79 Elm St. Corlyss Jane Cross-54 Otsego Rd. Barbara Cushman-160 Russell St. Clarence Daniels-9 Metcalf St. Mary Daniels-575 Salisbury St. Bruce Daniels-2 Regent St. Sarah Daniels-575 Salisbury St. Gilbert Davis-11 Otsego Rd. Ronald Davis-11 Otsego Rd. Lyall Dean, Jr.-30 Sever St.

THE BLUE MOON David Dean-30 Sever St. Dorothy Dewey-54 William St. Harry Dewey-54 William St. Frances Dresser-49 Elm St. Frank Ellis-53 Elm St. Harriette Erskine-5 Trowbridge Rd. Louise Erskine-5 Trowbr'clge RI. Linwood Erskine-5 Tro wi)ri.ige Rd. Martha Esty-85 Elm St. Laura Forbes-81 William St. Michael Foster-132 Coolidge Rd. Caroline Gaskill-30 Fruit St. George Gould—Holden, Mass.

Nancy Gould—Holden, Mass.

Dorcas Guest-41 Fruit St. Richard Harrington-10 Ripley St. Richard Hazelton-10 State St. Merrill Higgins-41 Davidson Rd. Richard Higgins-4I Davidson Rd. Mary Louise Higgins-80 William St. Anne Hobson-13 Ashland St. Henry Hobson-13 Ashland St. Katharine Hobson-13 Ashland St. Nancy Hutchins-10 Regent St. Martha Joyce-52 Flagg St. Franklin June-24 Rittenhouse Rd. Douglas Kennedy-87 William St. Edith Kinnicutt-72 Cedar St. Lincoln Kinnicutt-72 Cedar St. Brayton Lincoln-39 Cedar St. Drennan Lowell-4 Burgess Rd. Martha Lowell-4 Burgess Rd. Isabel MacDuffie--Grafton, Mass.

Marbury MacDuffie—Grafton, Mass.

Virginia MacFarland-9 Elbridge St. Irene McLaurin—Brookfield, Mass.

Joanna McLaurin—Brookfield, Mass.

Phyllis Massey-24 Davidson Rd. Anne Michie-10 Military Rd. Pamela Mitchell-48 Cedar St. William Moore-31 Laconia Rd. Paul Morgan-9 Burgess Rd. Peter Morgan-9 Burgess Rd. Mary Morgan-295 Salisbury St. Anne Morse-60 William St. Carol Orr-71 Berwick St. Helen Orr--42 Forest St. Janet Pierpont-85 William St. Seward Pomeroy-80 Forest St. Edith Pratt--61 West SL Emma Pratt-61 West St. Nancy Quackenboss-34 Elbridge St.

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Philip Savage-41 Lancaster St. Wilfred Santimore-89 Forest St. Richard Schneider-20 Hancock Hill Drive.

John Shepherdson-15 Burgess Rd. Charles Sherer-62 Elm St. Russell Sibley—Spencer, Mass.

Carolyn Sibley—Spencer, Mass.

Carol Sigourney—Worcester Rd. to Princeton.

Suzanne Sigourney—Worcester Rd. to Princeton.

Carol Simons-218 West St. Langdon Simons-218 West St. Minot Simons-218 West St. Bulkeley Smith-50 West St. William Smith-50 West St. Nancy Earle Smith—Shrewsbury, Mass.

Josiah Lase11 Smith—Shrewsbury, Mass.

Mary Lee Sparrow-22 Dayton St. Marion Stewart-70 Berwick St. Mary Spaulding-34 Kenwood Ave. Josiah Spaulding-34 Kenwood Ave. Frederick Taylor-112 Russell St. Peter Taylor-112 Russell St. Philip Thayer-15 Cedar St. Helen Thornby-20 Rittenhouse Rd. Maximilian Tufts-17 Harvard St. Anne Tuller-12 Tuller Rd. Anne Marie Washburn-40 Elm St. Beulah Washburn-40 Elm St. Caroline Washburn-40 Elm St. Josephine Anne Whitcomb-30 Otsego Rd. Margery Williams-56 William St. William Williams-67 West St. Brooks Wood-68 Beoching St. Elizabeth Young-221 Burncoat St.

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