Delaware High School Bulletin '22
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 1)
Description
[page 1]
[corresponds to front cover of Delaware HS Bulletin 1922]
BULLETIN
DELAWARE
HIGH SCHOOL
'22
[seal reading "DELAWARE HIGH SCHOOL DELAWARE OHIO REX LEX DUX LUX" (trans. "my King, my Law, my Leader, my Light")]
[corresponds to front cover of Delaware HS Bulletin 1922]
BULLETIN
DELAWARE
HIGH SCHOOL
'22
[seal reading "DELAWARE HIGH SCHOOL DELAWARE OHIO REX LEX DUX LUX" (trans. "my King, my Law, my Leader, my Light")]
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 2)
Description
[page 2]
[corresponds to inside of front cover of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
[blank]
[corresponds to inside of front cover of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
[blank]
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 3)
Description
[page 3]
[corresponds to unlabeled page 3 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
The
Bulletin
[image of person blowing a horn]
[image of DHS seal (DHS REX LEX LUX DUX and book with torch)]
Edited by the Junior Class
Of Delaware High School
1922
[corresponds to unlabeled page 3 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
The
Bulletin
[image of person blowing a horn]
[image of DHS seal (DHS REX LEX LUX DUX and book with torch)]
Edited by the Junior Class
Of Delaware High School
1922
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 4)
Description
[page 4]
[corresponds to unlabeled page 4 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
To the Team
Whose cleanness of sportsmanship, keenness
of skill, and intense, earnest endeavor for the
glory of Delaware High inspired our loyalty and
our cheers;
Whose individual sacrifice and collective
effort led us to that Victory upon which our
minds and our hopes were concentrated;
Whose ability to maintain their superiority
in the face of great opposition won for us the
Championship of Southern Ohio;
The Basketball Team, 1922
We dedicate this issue of the
Bulletin
[corresponds to unlabeled page 4 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
To the Team
Whose cleanness of sportsmanship, keenness
of skill, and intense, earnest endeavor for the
glory of Delaware High inspired our loyalty and
our cheers;
Whose individual sacrifice and collective
effort led us to that Victory upon which our
minds and our hopes were concentrated;
Whose ability to maintain their superiority
in the face of great opposition won for us the
Championship of Southern Ohio;
The Basketball Team, 1922
We dedicate this issue of the
Bulletin
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 5)
Description
[page 5]
[corresponds to unlabeled page 5 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
[image of trophy with names TURNEY, HIGHWARDEN, PERRY, JACKSON, SIEGFRIED, SANDS, HUGHES]
[corresponds to unlabeled page 5 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
[image of trophy with names TURNEY, HIGHWARDEN, PERRY, JACKSON, SIEGFRIED, SANDS, HUGHES]
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 6)
Description
[page 6]
[corresponds to unlabeled page 6 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Junior Bulletin
DELAWARE HIGH SCHOOL DELAWARE, OHIO, MAY, 1922
[images of DHS logo]
Table of Contents
BOOK I
Faculty
Seniors
Juniors
Sophomores
Freshmen
Alumni
BOOK II
Athletics
Dramatics
Debate
Bulletin Staff
Editorials
BOOK III
Literature
BOOK IV
Humor
Advertisements
[corresponds to unlabeled page 6 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Junior Bulletin
DELAWARE HIGH SCHOOL DELAWARE, OHIO, MAY, 1922
[images of DHS logo]
Table of Contents
BOOK I
Faculty
Seniors
Juniors
Sophomores
Freshmen
Alumni
BOOK II
Athletics
Dramatics
Debate
Bulletin Staff
Editorials
BOOK III
Literature
BOOK IV
Humor
Advertisements
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 7)
Description
[page 7]
[corresponds to unlabeled page 7 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Book I
[image of school, clouds, trees]
Faculty
Seniors
Juniors
Sophomores
Alumni
[Delaware HS seal at bottom of page]
[corresponds to unlabeled page 7 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Book I
[image of school, clouds, trees]
Faculty
Seniors
Juniors
Sophomores
Alumni
[Delaware HS seal at bottom of page]
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 8)
Description
[page 8]
[corresponds to page 6 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
[unlabeled photographs of faculty]
DHS
6
[corresponds to page 6 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
[unlabeled photographs of faculty]
DHS
6
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 9)
Description
[page 9]
[corresponds to page 7 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
Senior Class Officers
1922
[photographs of class officers]
[DHS seal]
William Turney, President
John Beal, Vice President
Robert Bush, Secretary
Elizabeth Hoffman, Treasurer
7
[corresponds to page 7 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
Senior Class Officers
1922
[photographs of class officers]
[DHS seal]
William Turney, President
John Beal, Vice President
Robert Bush, Secretary
Elizabeth Hoffman, Treasurer
7
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 10)
Description
[page 10]
[corresponds to page 8 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
[photographs on left side]
Mary Frances Austin
College Entrance
Alvah Lee Baldwin
Glee Club
Cheer Leader '22
Joke Editor Bulletin '24
Binafore '21
Mikado '22
English Course
Dorothy Barney Barrett "Dot"
Literary Editor Bulletin '21
College Entrance
John R. Beal
Vice President Senior Class '22
Debate '22
Art Editor Bulletin '21
President Hi-Y
Glee Club
College Entrance
Paul David Bechtel "Beech-nut"
English Course
Margaret Morrison Bing "Bingey," "Peg"
College Entrance
8
[corresponds to page 8 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
[photographs on left side]
Mary Frances Austin
College Entrance
Alvah Lee Baldwin
Glee Club
Cheer Leader '22
Joke Editor Bulletin '24
Binafore '21
Mikado '22
English Course
Dorothy Barney Barrett "Dot"
Literary Editor Bulletin '21
College Entrance
John R. Beal
Vice President Senior Class '22
Debate '22
Art Editor Bulletin '21
President Hi-Y
Glee Club
College Entrance
Paul David Bechtel "Beech-nut"
English Course
Margaret Morrison Bing "Bingey," "Peg"
College Entrance
8
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 11)
Description
[page 11]
[corresponds to page 9 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
[photographs on right side]
Anne Kerns Booton
Glee Club
Bulletin Junior Reporter '21
College Entrance
William E. Brown, Jr. "Bill"
Glee Club
Mikado '22
College Entrance
Robert Edwin Bush "Bob"
Business Manager Bulletin '21
College Entrance
Mabel Carpenter
English Course
Irl M. Chambers
Radio
English Course
Martha Clark "Mart"
Basketball '19-'20
College Entrance
9
[corresponds to page 9 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
[photographs on right side]
Anne Kerns Booton
Glee Club
Bulletin Junior Reporter '21
College Entrance
William E. Brown, Jr. "Bill"
Glee Club
Mikado '22
College Entrance
Robert Edwin Bush "Bob"
Business Manager Bulletin '21
College Entrance
Mabel Carpenter
English Course
Irl M. Chambers
Radio
English Course
Martha Clark "Mart"
Basketball '19-'20
College Entrance
9
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 12)
Description
[page 12]
[corresponds to page 10 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
Elizabeth Amelia Cleaver "Betty"
Glee Club
College Entrance
Janet Dennis
Glee Club
Basketball '21-'22
English Course
Ruth Louise Drake
Glee Club
College Entrance
Mary Kathryn Forsyth "Kate"
Glee Club
English Course
Margaret Fox "Peggy"
Basketball '20-'21-'22
English Course
Ursula Zenobia Fleming
English Course
10
[corresponds to page 10 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
Elizabeth Amelia Cleaver "Betty"
Glee Club
College Entrance
Janet Dennis
Glee Club
Basketball '21-'22
English Course
Ruth Louise Drake
Glee Club
College Entrance
Mary Kathryn Forsyth "Kate"
Glee Club
English Course
Margaret Fox "Peggy"
Basketball '20-'21-'22
English Course
Ursula Zenobia Fleming
English Course
10
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 13)
Description
[page 13]
[corresponds to page 11 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
Ridley S. Gillespie
College Entrance
Martha Josephine Gorsuch "Jo"
College Entrance
Harold Fredrick Gooding "Mercury"
College Entrance
Othello E. Hanawalt "Shorty"
English Course
Paul C. Harger
Advertising Manager of Bulletin '21
Football '21
English Course
Paul C. Harger
Advertising Manager of Bulletin '21
Football '21
English Course
Edward Bruce Highwarden
Football '20-'21
Basketball '21-'22
English Course
11
[corresponds to page 11 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
Ridley S. Gillespie
College Entrance
Martha Josephine Gorsuch "Jo"
College Entrance
Harold Fredrick Gooding "Mercury"
College Entrance
Othello E. Hanawalt "Shorty"
English Course
Paul C. Harger
Advertising Manager of Bulletin '21
Football '21
English Course
Paul C. Harger
Advertising Manager of Bulletin '21
Football '21
English Course
Edward Bruce Highwarden
Football '20-'21
Basketball '21-'22
English Course
11
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 14)
Description
[page 14]
[corresponds to page 12 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
Helen Margaret Hiteshew
College Entrance
Aura Elizabeth Hoffman "Betty"
Glee Club
Debate '21-'22
Mikado '22
Basketball Captain '19
College Entrance
Clifford Hughes "Deacon"
Basketball '22
English Course
Gladden Vincint Hull "Preacher"
Debate '21-'22
English Course
Martha Olive Hurlburt "Mike"
English Course
Ernestine Alma Irvine "Shrimp"
College Entrance
12
[corresponds to page 12 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
Helen Margaret Hiteshew
College Entrance
Aura Elizabeth Hoffman "Betty"
Glee Club
Debate '21-'22
Mikado '22
Basketball Captain '19
College Entrance
Clifford Hughes "Deacon"
Basketball '22
English Course
Gladden Vincint Hull "Preacher"
Debate '21-'22
English Course
Martha Olive Hurlburt "Mike"
English Course
Ernestine Alma Irvine "Shrimp"
College Entrance
12
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 15)
Description
[page 15]
[corresponds to page 13 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
William Emory Jones "Dopey"
English Course
Sylvia Kerr
College Entrance
Hilda Marie Kiessig
Glee Club
Basketball '20-'21-'22
English Course
Constance Violet Kishler "Conny"
English Course
Nevin Klotz "Preacher"
Glee Club
English Course
Christine Lucile Link
English Course
13
[corresponds to page 13 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
William Emory Jones "Dopey"
English Course
Sylvia Kerr
College Entrance
Hilda Marie Kiessig
Glee Club
Basketball '20-'21-'22
English Course
Constance Violet Kishler "Conny"
English Course
Nevin Klotz "Preacher"
Glee Club
English Course
Christine Lucile Link
English Course
13
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 16)
Description
[page 16]
[corresponds to page 14 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
Elsie Lucile Mason
College Entrance
John Patrick Moloney
English Course
Deltus Olen McCarty
English Course
Lillian Helen Murphy "Pat"
Debate '21-'22
Basketball '20-'21-'22
College Entrance
Frances Elizabeth Naylor "Fran"
Glee Club
Pinafore '21
Mikado '22
College Entrance
Harriet Alice Paschall "Birdie"
Glee Club
College Entrance
14
[corresponds to page 14 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
Elsie Lucile Mason
College Entrance
John Patrick Moloney
English Course
Deltus Olen McCarty
English Course
Lillian Helen Murphy "Pat"
Debate '21-'22
Basketball '20-'21-'22
College Entrance
Frances Elizabeth Naylor "Fran"
Glee Club
Pinafore '21
Mikado '22
College Entrance
Harriet Alice Paschall "Birdie"
Glee Club
College Entrance
14
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 17)
Description
[page 17]
[corresponds to page 15 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
Dorothy Marian Powell
Basketball '22
English Course
Bernice Elizabeth Price
College Entrance
Charlotte Rice
Editor Bulletin '21
Basketball '20-'21-'22
Captain '22
College Entrance
Mamie Jenetta Sampson
English Course
Beatrice Samson "Bebe"
English Course
Floyd Schaffner "Shaggy"
Football '21
English Course
15
[corresponds to page 15 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
Dorothy Marian Powell
Basketball '22
English Course
Bernice Elizabeth Price
College Entrance
Charlotte Rice
Editor Bulletin '21
Basketball '20-'21-'22
Captain '22
College Entrance
Mamie Jenetta Sampson
English Course
Beatrice Samson "Bebe"
English Course
Floyd Schaffner "Shaggy"
Football '21
English Course
15
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 18)
Description
[page 18]
[corresponds to page 16 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
Edward Anthony Schweitzer
Glee Club
English Course
Neva Doris Sheets
English Course
Lucile Augusta Sherwood
College Entrance
Samuel Corwin Siegfried
Basketball '22
English Course
Francis Burrell Smith "Smitty"
English Course
Robert K. Smith "Bob"
English Course
16
[corresponds to page 16 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
Edward Anthony Schweitzer
Glee Club
English Course
Neva Doris Sheets
English Course
Lucile Augusta Sherwood
College Entrance
Samuel Corwin Siegfried
Basketball '22
English Course
Francis Burrell Smith "Smitty"
English Course
Robert K. Smith "Bob"
English Course
16
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 19)
Description
[page 19]
[corresponds to page 17 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
Ruth Elizabeth Snider "Rufus"
English Course
Harold Ellis Spaulding "Hosea"
Athletic Editor Bulletin '21
Football '18-'19-'20-'21
Football Captain '20
Basketball '21-'22
Basketball Captain '22
English Course
Mary Emeline Spaulding
Glee Club
Athletic Editor Bulletin '21
Basketball Captain '21
English Course
Phyllis Stout
College Entrance
Walter Thurman Swearengin "Sweeney"
Glee Club
Pinafore '21
Mikado '22
Bulletin Ass't. Subscription Manager '21
College Entrance
Mary Gwendolyn Thomas
English Course
17
[corresponds to page 17 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
Ruth Elizabeth Snider "Rufus"
English Course
Harold Ellis Spaulding "Hosea"
Athletic Editor Bulletin '21
Football '18-'19-'20-'21
Football Captain '20
Basketball '21-'22
Basketball Captain '22
English Course
Mary Emeline Spaulding
Glee Club
Athletic Editor Bulletin '21
Basketball Captain '21
English Course
Phyllis Stout
College Entrance
Walter Thurman Swearengin "Sweeney"
Glee Club
Pinafore '21
Mikado '22
Bulletin Ass't. Subscription Manager '21
College Entrance
Mary Gwendolyn Thomas
English Course
17
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 20)
Description
[page 20]
[corresponds to page 18 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
William Watts Turney "Bill"
Glee Club
Football '19-'20-'21
Football Captain '21
Basketball '20-'21-'22
Basketball Captain '21
English Course
Vida Belle Van Meter
College Entrance
Franklin Louis Vining
English Course
Margaret Adeline Welch "Ad"
Glee Club
English Course
Dorothy Eilene Whipple "Dot"
Debate '21-'22
Basketball '19-'20
College Entrance
Kathryn Carolyn White "Kate"
Glee Club
College Entrance
Marox Young "Roxy"
Bulletin Alumni Editor '21
College Entrance
18
[corresponds to page 18 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
William Watts Turney "Bill"
Glee Club
Football '19-'20-'21
Football Captain '21
Basketball '20-'21-'22
Basketball Captain '21
English Course
Vida Belle Van Meter
College Entrance
Franklin Louis Vining
English Course
Margaret Adeline Welch "Ad"
Glee Club
English Course
Dorothy Eilene Whipple "Dot"
Debate '21-'22
Basketball '19-'20
College Entrance
Kathryn Carolyn White "Kate"
Glee Club
College Entrance
Marox Young "Roxy"
Bulletin Alumni Editor '21
College Entrance
18
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 21)
Description
[page 21]
[corresponds to page 19 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
[photo of a woman and man on bench facing opposite directions]
AW, YOU'RE KIDDING
[photo of four women]
FROM A FOTEY-GRAFF ALBUM
[photo of four men]
DUDES
DHS SNAPS
[photo of woman holding out a plate]
HAVE SOME
[photo of two women]
KATE
AND
RUTH
[photo of man]
OUR ORATOR
[photo of woman]
FOXY
ROXY
[photo of band with drummer, clarinetist, saxophonist, violinist, banjo, and piano players- Sid's Syncopated]
19
[corresponds to page 19 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
[photo of a woman and man on bench facing opposite directions]
AW, YOU'RE KIDDING
[photo of four women]
FROM A FOTEY-GRAFF ALBUM
[photo of four men]
DUDES
DHS SNAPS
[photo of woman holding out a plate]
HAVE SOME
[photo of two women]
KATE
AND
RUTH
[photo of man]
OUR ORATOR
[photo of woman]
FOXY
ROXY
[photo of band with drummer, clarinetist, saxophonist, violinist, banjo, and piano players- Sid's Syncopated]
19
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 22)
Description
[page 22]
[corresponds to page 20 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
[class photo]
Junior Class Officers
[photographs]
1923
Alice Rush, President
Abigail Semans, Vice President
Harold Stephens, Secretary and Treasurer
20
[corresponds to page 20 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
[class photo]
Junior Class Officers
[photographs]
1923
Alice Rush, President
Abigail Semans, Vice President
Harold Stephens, Secretary and Treasurer
20
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 23)
Description
[page 23]
[corresponds to page 21 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
[photo of couple]
I DO
[photo of man]
FACULTY
ADVISOR
[photo of three men]
WANDERING JEWS
[photo of couple]
CHAPERONED
D.H.S
SNAPS
[photo of woman with sign that says "PLEASE DO NOT PARK HERE"]
LAW-BREAKER
[photo of three women]
SMILES
[photo of man]
MACK SENNETT
[photo of man with parrot]
TEACHING POLLY
TO SING
[photo of woman with dog]
NICE DOGGY
[photo of four men singing]
HOWLING SUCCESS
21
[corresponds to page 21 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
[photo of couple]
I DO
[photo of man]
FACULTY
ADVISOR
[photo of three men]
WANDERING JEWS
[photo of couple]
CHAPERONED
D.H.S
SNAPS
[photo of woman with sign that says "PLEASE DO NOT PARK HERE"]
LAW-BREAKER
[photo of three women]
SMILES
[photo of man]
MACK SENNETT
[photo of man with parrot]
TEACHING POLLY
TO SING
[photo of woman with dog]
NICE DOGGY
[photo of four men singing]
HOWLING SUCCESS
21
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 24)
Description
[page 24]
[corresponds to page 22 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
Class of 1924
[class photo]
Class of 1925
[class photo]
22
[corresponds to page 22 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
Class of 1924
[class photo]
Class of 1925
[class photo]
22
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 25)
Description
[page 25]
[corresponds to page 23 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
Alumni
CLASS OF 1918
Owen Abbott--Express messenger between Chicago
and Buffalo.
Martha Barrett--At home, W. Central Ave., City.
Grace Beebe--At home, North Columbus, O.
Carl Beecher--Standard Clothing Co., City.
Bernice Boner--Teacher, Martinsville, O.
Gladys Cleveland--Mrs. Ellis Lehner, Norton, O.
Hobart Darst--Farmer, Radnor, O., R. D. 2.
Blanche Davidson--Governess, New York City.
Gilbert Eagon--Employed at C. D. and M. office, Del-
aware, O.
Margaret Ehnes--Mrs. Connor, Newark, N.J.
Jennie June Fox--Mrs. Paschall, Columbus, O.
Bennet Gooding--At home, near Lewis Center, O.
Jeannette Gooding--Studying music, O.W.U.
Zennetta Gorsuch--Mrs. Kirby, attending Ohio Uni-
versity, Athens, O.
Anna Halliday--Detroit, Mich.
Harry Harter--Wilson's Tailor Shop, Delaware, O.
Lois Hillard--Mrs. Warner Elliott, Delaware, O.
Ralph Holcombe--Akron, O.
Wendell Hughes--Cadet at West Point, N.Y.
Richard Hunt--Married, Centerburg, O.
Dorrance James--Studying medicine, Cincinnati, O.
Catherine Jones--Nurse at Battle Creek Sanitarium,
Battle Creek, Mich.
Robert King--Insurance business, Delaware, O.
Pearl Link--Mrs. Baker, Columbus, O.
Helen Medick--Mrs. Rutherford, Powell, O., R. D.
Phoebe Morey--Employed at Hilf's Plumbing Store,
City.
Mary O'Connell--At home, E. Winter St., Delaware,
Ohio.
Wilma Porterfield--Washington, D.C.
George Reading--Bowling Green, O.
Dorothy Rhoades--Mrs. Norris Griffenstein, City.
Eliza Richey--Mrs. William David, Radnor R. D. 3.
Mary Schwartz--At home, Cheshire St., Delaware, O.
Norman Siegfried--Delaware Savings Bank, Dela-
ware O.
Roy Smith--Attending Ohio State University.
Winifred Smith--Attending Taylor University, Up-
land, Ind.
Helen Truxall--Stenographer, Columbus, O.
Mary Vergon--Mrs. Glenn Sonner, Delaware, O.
Emma Veley--Athens, O.
Roy Veley--Stillwater, O.
Florence Welch--Attending Taylor University, Up-
land, Ind.
Grace Williams--Attending O.W.U.
Max Wolgamot--Richwood, O.
Charles Simpson--Grocer, Tampa, Fla.
Those attending Ohio Wesleyan are: Florence
Avery, Marjorie Crimm, Frank Cross, Paul Eliot,
Robert Evans, Miriam Freshwater, Julia Harmount,
Robert Harmount, Dorothy Hooper, Elizabeth Klotz,
Lester Kurrley, Florence Leas, Harold Lucy, Eliza-
beth Noble, Helen Rodefer, June Rosebrook.
CLASS OF 1919
Warren Bieber--Working at postoffice, City.
Ruth Copeland--Dunkirk, O.
Benjamin Davenport--At home, W. William St., City.
Louise Griffith--Treasurer's office at Delaware
Courthouse.
Vreeland Hammond--Married, Steubenville, O.
George Heffner--C. and E. Shoe Factory, Dela-
ware, O.
William Held--Held Cab Co., Delaware, O.
William Herriott--At home, W. William St., Dela-
ware, O.
Elizabeth Keyes--Mrs. Vreeland Hammond, Steu-
benville, O.
Sylvia Kendrick--At home, W. Central Ave., Dela-
ware, O.
Mildred Kreamer--Stenographer, Columbus, O.
Ellouise Lenhart--Taking nurse's training course,
Delaware Springs Sanitarium.
Raymond Miller--At home, Delaware R. D. 6.
Helen Myers--Mrs. James Robinson, Toledo, O.
Robert Naylor--Employed in First National Bank,
Boise, Ida.
Bessie Owen--Mrs. Ervin Powell, Delaware, O.
Ted Pehrson--Working at Denison's Clay Manufac-
turing Co., City.
Oliver Petran--Attending University of Chicago.
Eunice Scott--Teacher, Covington, Ky.
Edward Starr--Employed at Z. L. White Co., Co-
lumbus, O.
Mable Veley--Mrs. John Marstrelli, Stillwater, O.
Gertrude Webster--Teacher in School for Blind, Co-
lumbus, O.
Theodore Wheeler--Manager of F. W. Woolworth
Store, Greenville, Pa.
Those attending Ohio Wesleyan are: Neal Artz,
23
[corresponds to page 23 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
Alumni
CLASS OF 1918
Owen Abbott--Express messenger between Chicago
and Buffalo.
Martha Barrett--At home, W. Central Ave., City.
Grace Beebe--At home, North Columbus, O.
Carl Beecher--Standard Clothing Co., City.
Bernice Boner--Teacher, Martinsville, O.
Gladys Cleveland--Mrs. Ellis Lehner, Norton, O.
Hobart Darst--Farmer, Radnor, O., R. D. 2.
Blanche Davidson--Governess, New York City.
Gilbert Eagon--Employed at C. D. and M. office, Del-
aware, O.
Margaret Ehnes--Mrs. Connor, Newark, N.J.
Jennie June Fox--Mrs. Paschall, Columbus, O.
Bennet Gooding--At home, near Lewis Center, O.
Jeannette Gooding--Studying music, O.W.U.
Zennetta Gorsuch--Mrs. Kirby, attending Ohio Uni-
versity, Athens, O.
Anna Halliday--Detroit, Mich.
Harry Harter--Wilson's Tailor Shop, Delaware, O.
Lois Hillard--Mrs. Warner Elliott, Delaware, O.
Ralph Holcombe--Akron, O.
Wendell Hughes--Cadet at West Point, N.Y.
Richard Hunt--Married, Centerburg, O.
Dorrance James--Studying medicine, Cincinnati, O.
Catherine Jones--Nurse at Battle Creek Sanitarium,
Battle Creek, Mich.
Robert King--Insurance business, Delaware, O.
Pearl Link--Mrs. Baker, Columbus, O.
Helen Medick--Mrs. Rutherford, Powell, O., R. D.
Phoebe Morey--Employed at Hilf's Plumbing Store,
City.
Mary O'Connell--At home, E. Winter St., Delaware,
Ohio.
Wilma Porterfield--Washington, D.C.
George Reading--Bowling Green, O.
Dorothy Rhoades--Mrs. Norris Griffenstein, City.
Eliza Richey--Mrs. William David, Radnor R. D. 3.
Mary Schwartz--At home, Cheshire St., Delaware, O.
Norman Siegfried--Delaware Savings Bank, Dela-
ware O.
Roy Smith--Attending Ohio State University.
Winifred Smith--Attending Taylor University, Up-
land, Ind.
Helen Truxall--Stenographer, Columbus, O.
Mary Vergon--Mrs. Glenn Sonner, Delaware, O.
Emma Veley--Athens, O.
Roy Veley--Stillwater, O.
Florence Welch--Attending Taylor University, Up-
land, Ind.
Grace Williams--Attending O.W.U.
Max Wolgamot--Richwood, O.
Charles Simpson--Grocer, Tampa, Fla.
Those attending Ohio Wesleyan are: Florence
Avery, Marjorie Crimm, Frank Cross, Paul Eliot,
Robert Evans, Miriam Freshwater, Julia Harmount,
Robert Harmount, Dorothy Hooper, Elizabeth Klotz,
Lester Kurrley, Florence Leas, Harold Lucy, Eliza-
beth Noble, Helen Rodefer, June Rosebrook.
CLASS OF 1919
Warren Bieber--Working at postoffice, City.
Ruth Copeland--Dunkirk, O.
Benjamin Davenport--At home, W. William St., City.
Louise Griffith--Treasurer's office at Delaware
Courthouse.
Vreeland Hammond--Married, Steubenville, O.
George Heffner--C. and E. Shoe Factory, Dela-
ware, O.
William Held--Held Cab Co., Delaware, O.
William Herriott--At home, W. William St., Dela-
ware, O.
Elizabeth Keyes--Mrs. Vreeland Hammond, Steu-
benville, O.
Sylvia Kendrick--At home, W. Central Ave., Dela-
ware, O.
Mildred Kreamer--Stenographer, Columbus, O.
Ellouise Lenhart--Taking nurse's training course,
Delaware Springs Sanitarium.
Raymond Miller--At home, Delaware R. D. 6.
Helen Myers--Mrs. James Robinson, Toledo, O.
Robert Naylor--Employed in First National Bank,
Boise, Ida.
Bessie Owen--Mrs. Ervin Powell, Delaware, O.
Ted Pehrson--Working at Denison's Clay Manufac-
turing Co., City.
Oliver Petran--Attending University of Chicago.
Eunice Scott--Teacher, Covington, Ky.
Edward Starr--Employed at Z. L. White Co., Co-
lumbus, O.
Mable Veley--Mrs. John Marstrelli, Stillwater, O.
Gertrude Webster--Teacher in School for Blind, Co-
lumbus, O.
Theodore Wheeler--Manager of F. W. Woolworth
Store, Greenville, Pa.
Those attending Ohio Wesleyan are: Neal Artz,
23
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 26)
Description
[page 26]
[corresponds to page 24 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
Donald Beecher, Dorothea Boardman, Donald Coop-
er, Edward Follwell, Ollire Henders, Winifred Hook,
Elizabeth Hooper, Elizabeth Hormell, Amelia Lane,
Irma Lowry, Margaret Lowry, Grace Manly, Hester
Mettler, Francine Minnelli, Ada Radcliffe, Anne Se-
mans, Charles Shively, Walter Skatz, Leona Smith,
Margaret Taggart, Lawrence Thomson, Mary K.
Wallace, Edgar West, Sylvia West, Dorothy Willis,
Hamilton Smyser.
CLASS OF 1920
Dorothy Algin--Stenographer at Cook Motor Co.,
Delaware, O.
Beryl Aldrich--At home, N. Liberty St., Delaware, O.
Jessie Cellars--Office of George Snyder, lawyer, Del-
aware, O.
Margaret Cryder--Mrs. John Long, Deaware [sic], O.
Gladys Lavender--Attending Normal School, Rich-
wood, O.
Helen Ebenhack--Telephone operator, Kilbourne, O.
Frederick Fate--Proprietor of confectionery, Dela-
ware, O.
Thelma Flaherty--Telephone operator, Columbus, O.
Maurice Harter--Sunray Stove Co., Delaware, O.
Hallie House--At home, Delaware R. D., after vis-
iting in the West.
Pauline Jones--Office at Climax Rubber Co., Dela-
ware, O.
Mary Charlotte Jones--Miss Lear's Millinery Shop,
Delaware, O.
Leonard Kelchner--Working with contractor, Dela-
ware, O.
Marian Knight--Office at Climax Rubber Co., Dela-
ware, O.
Mayme Lambert--Sell Brothers, Delaware, O.
Bessie Lewis--Attending Ohio University, Athens, O.
Julia Magee--At home, Delaware, O.
Amos Main--At home, north of Delaware, O.
Clara Monesmith--Employed in office of O.W.U.
Dwight Penry--Hoffman's Bakery, Delaware, O.
Anne Pliickebaum--Morrison's Garment Co., Dela-
ware, O.
Ewing Potter--At home, Griswold St., Delaware, O.
Kathryn Powers--Young and Owen Jewelry Store,
Delaware, O.
Florence Price--Teacher, Delaware R. D.
William Sanderson--Pennsylvania freight office,
Delaware, O.
Lois Snedeker--Attending Business College, Colum-
bus, O.
Clara Spicer--Teacher, Urbana, O.
Florence Weiser--Mrs. Milton Harger, Delaware, O.
Guy Wheatcraft--At home, east of Delaware, O.
Norma Whipple--Teacher at East School Building,
Delaware, O.
Wesley Williams--Allen Coffee Shop, Delaware, O.
Those attending Ohio Wesleyan are: Charles Bo-
durtha, Bertha Bradford, Leo Boyer, Gladys Chal-
lenger, Royal Coburn, Harriet Connklin, Ian Cunning-
ham, Joe Donovan, Mildred Freshwater, Clarine
Morehouse, Harold Noble, Wallace Oswald, William
Owen, Morgan Ruffner, Gertrude Siegfried, Olive
Sines, Ruth Smith, Mrgaret Smyser, Mary K. Thom-
son, Robert Thomson, Ted Turney.
CLASS OF 1921
Robert Nichols--Auld's Jewelry Store, Columbus, O.
Nan Miller--Attending O.S.U.
Grace Barrett--At home, W. Central Ave., Dela-
ware O.
Elizabeth Cleveland--Alumni office at O.W.U.
Nellie Cryder--Attending O.S.u.
Kathryn Dennis--Taking nurse's training course at
Grant Hospital, Columbus, O.
Charles Eliot--Sunray Stove Co., Delaware, O.
Mary Evans--At home, near Galena, O.
Kathleen Gardner--Alumni office at O.W.U.
Lura Hamilton--Alumni office at O.W.U.
Anna Belle Higgins--Office at Delaware Courthouse.
Bernita Hinton--Alumni office at O.W.U.
Addie Lavender--Attending Normal School, Rich-
wood, O.
Lucy Lusk--At home, S. Liberty St., Delaware, O.
Marian M. Miller--Office of Bern Jones, lawyer, City.
Lester Minnelli--At home, Belle Ave., Delaware, O.
Herbert Mitchell--At home, Delaware, O., R. D. 6.
Ellen Moore--Office of Riddle, Graff and Co., Dea-
ware, O.
Ruth Nobe--Office of Dr. McCleery, Delaware, O.
Ruth Owen--Cashier at Boston Store, Columbus, O.
Helen Plotz--Employed in W. B. Main's Insurance
Office, City.
Helen Roberts--Attending Ohio University Athens, O.
Frances Schneider--Alumni office at O.W.U.
Edward Smith--At home, Delaware, O., R. D. 6.
Edward Slack--Employed at Chevrolet Co., Colum-
bus, O.
Ivadell Warren--At home, Delaware, O., R. D. 1.
Guy Dickey--Norwood's Drug Store, Delaware, O.
Max Green--Springfield, O.
Mildred Kissner--At home, N. Sandusky St., Dela-
ware, O.
Those attending Ohio Wesleyan are: Norman
Alexander, Paul Baldridge, Nellie Bargdill, Dunbar
Beck, Everett Bonnette, Mary Buckingham, Edgar
Buck, Norman Bukey, Griswold Campbell, Clark
Chidester, Harry Cooper, Joyce Crimm, Mary Cun-
ningham, Helen Duhamel, Vining Hale, Luverne
Hirsch, Dale Howard, Gladys Mansfield, Marian E.
Miller, Ernest Pollock, Everett Rolston, Ralph Rush,
Ralph Rutherford, Helen Smart, Amy L. Welch,
Martin Welch, Malinda Wells, Ruth Wilson, Helen
Waggoner, Harrison Houk.
24
[corresponds to page 24 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
Donald Beecher, Dorothea Boardman, Donald Coop-
er, Edward Follwell, Ollire Henders, Winifred Hook,
Elizabeth Hooper, Elizabeth Hormell, Amelia Lane,
Irma Lowry, Margaret Lowry, Grace Manly, Hester
Mettler, Francine Minnelli, Ada Radcliffe, Anne Se-
mans, Charles Shively, Walter Skatz, Leona Smith,
Margaret Taggart, Lawrence Thomson, Mary K.
Wallace, Edgar West, Sylvia West, Dorothy Willis,
Hamilton Smyser.
CLASS OF 1920
Dorothy Algin--Stenographer at Cook Motor Co.,
Delaware, O.
Beryl Aldrich--At home, N. Liberty St., Delaware, O.
Jessie Cellars--Office of George Snyder, lawyer, Del-
aware, O.
Margaret Cryder--Mrs. John Long, Deaware [sic], O.
Gladys Lavender--Attending Normal School, Rich-
wood, O.
Helen Ebenhack--Telephone operator, Kilbourne, O.
Frederick Fate--Proprietor of confectionery, Dela-
ware, O.
Thelma Flaherty--Telephone operator, Columbus, O.
Maurice Harter--Sunray Stove Co., Delaware, O.
Hallie House--At home, Delaware R. D., after vis-
iting in the West.
Pauline Jones--Office at Climax Rubber Co., Dela-
ware, O.
Mary Charlotte Jones--Miss Lear's Millinery Shop,
Delaware, O.
Leonard Kelchner--Working with contractor, Dela-
ware, O.
Marian Knight--Office at Climax Rubber Co., Dela-
ware, O.
Mayme Lambert--Sell Brothers, Delaware, O.
Bessie Lewis--Attending Ohio University, Athens, O.
Julia Magee--At home, Delaware, O.
Amos Main--At home, north of Delaware, O.
Clara Monesmith--Employed in office of O.W.U.
Dwight Penry--Hoffman's Bakery, Delaware, O.
Anne Pliickebaum--Morrison's Garment Co., Dela-
ware, O.
Ewing Potter--At home, Griswold St., Delaware, O.
Kathryn Powers--Young and Owen Jewelry Store,
Delaware, O.
Florence Price--Teacher, Delaware R. D.
William Sanderson--Pennsylvania freight office,
Delaware, O.
Lois Snedeker--Attending Business College, Colum-
bus, O.
Clara Spicer--Teacher, Urbana, O.
Florence Weiser--Mrs. Milton Harger, Delaware, O.
Guy Wheatcraft--At home, east of Delaware, O.
Norma Whipple--Teacher at East School Building,
Delaware, O.
Wesley Williams--Allen Coffee Shop, Delaware, O.
Those attending Ohio Wesleyan are: Charles Bo-
durtha, Bertha Bradford, Leo Boyer, Gladys Chal-
lenger, Royal Coburn, Harriet Connklin, Ian Cunning-
ham, Joe Donovan, Mildred Freshwater, Clarine
Morehouse, Harold Noble, Wallace Oswald, William
Owen, Morgan Ruffner, Gertrude Siegfried, Olive
Sines, Ruth Smith, Mrgaret Smyser, Mary K. Thom-
son, Robert Thomson, Ted Turney.
CLASS OF 1921
Robert Nichols--Auld's Jewelry Store, Columbus, O.
Nan Miller--Attending O.S.U.
Grace Barrett--At home, W. Central Ave., Dela-
ware O.
Elizabeth Cleveland--Alumni office at O.W.U.
Nellie Cryder--Attending O.S.u.
Kathryn Dennis--Taking nurse's training course at
Grant Hospital, Columbus, O.
Charles Eliot--Sunray Stove Co., Delaware, O.
Mary Evans--At home, near Galena, O.
Kathleen Gardner--Alumni office at O.W.U.
Lura Hamilton--Alumni office at O.W.U.
Anna Belle Higgins--Office at Delaware Courthouse.
Bernita Hinton--Alumni office at O.W.U.
Addie Lavender--Attending Normal School, Rich-
wood, O.
Lucy Lusk--At home, S. Liberty St., Delaware, O.
Marian M. Miller--Office of Bern Jones, lawyer, City.
Lester Minnelli--At home, Belle Ave., Delaware, O.
Herbert Mitchell--At home, Delaware, O., R. D. 6.
Ellen Moore--Office of Riddle, Graff and Co., Dea-
ware, O.
Ruth Nobe--Office of Dr. McCleery, Delaware, O.
Ruth Owen--Cashier at Boston Store, Columbus, O.
Helen Plotz--Employed in W. B. Main's Insurance
Office, City.
Helen Roberts--Attending Ohio University Athens, O.
Frances Schneider--Alumni office at O.W.U.
Edward Smith--At home, Delaware, O., R. D. 6.
Edward Slack--Employed at Chevrolet Co., Colum-
bus, O.
Ivadell Warren--At home, Delaware, O., R. D. 1.
Guy Dickey--Norwood's Drug Store, Delaware, O.
Max Green--Springfield, O.
Mildred Kissner--At home, N. Sandusky St., Dela-
ware, O.
Those attending Ohio Wesleyan are: Norman
Alexander, Paul Baldridge, Nellie Bargdill, Dunbar
Beck, Everett Bonnette, Mary Buckingham, Edgar
Buck, Norman Bukey, Griswold Campbell, Clark
Chidester, Harry Cooper, Joyce Crimm, Mary Cun-
ningham, Helen Duhamel, Vining Hale, Luverne
Hirsch, Dale Howard, Gladys Mansfield, Marian E.
Miller, Ernest Pollock, Everett Rolston, Ralph Rush,
Ralph Rutherford, Helen Smart, Amy L. Welch,
Martin Welch, Malinda Wells, Ruth Wilson, Helen
Waggoner, Harrison Houk.
24
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 27)
Description
[page 27]
[corresponds to unlabeled page 25 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Book II
Athletics
Dramatics
Debate
Bulletin Staff
Editorials
[Seal "DELAWARE HIGH SCHOOL" with book and torch]
[corresponds to unlabeled page 25 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Book II
Athletics
Dramatics
Debate
Bulletin Staff
Editorials
[Seal "DELAWARE HIGH SCHOOL" with book and torch]
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 28)
Description
[page 28]
[corresponds to page 26 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
Resolutions
We recognize that education must include three
phases of life, the physical, the mental, and the
moral. Each must be developed to make the perfect
man. The Board of Education has observed with
pleasure the splendid work of our basketball team
in the tournament just closed, and we desire at this
time to express our appreciation of their great
achievement in this, the greatest contest of its kind
ever held. We watched eagerly game after game
in which D.H.S. participated during the two days
and evenings of the southern division contest. With
enthusiasm unbounded we saw the Orange and Black
emerge victors over the crack teams of Piqua and
Xenia. At the end of the sixth round of contests,
with seventy-seven teams of this division defeated,
there remained but two undefeated teams, Delaware
and Greenfield. This of itself was a signal honor
for Delaware and for each member of the team.
Probably the hardest fought game of the tourna-
ment was the Delaware-Piqua game. Piqua came to
Delaware with the season's record of unbroken vic-
tories. Having vanquished everything she met in
southwestern Ohio, she came with high hopes of
state championship honors. Perhaps the greatest
exhibition of individual self-control and skill ever
seen in a high school basketball game was shown
by Captain Turney at the close of this battle. The
score was a tie. Piqua fouled Delaware. The pis-
tol cracked. Time up. And in the presence of 2500
people Captain Turney took his position in front of
the basket. The fate of Delaware rested on his
ability to drop the ball through the basket. Indif-
ferent to the breathless condition of his tense audi-
ence, and with the utmost skill and precision, he
dropped the ball through the center of the basket,
thus winning the game for Delaware.
The defeat of Greenfield by Delaware and the
Mt. Vernon championship game are fresh in the
minds of all. To stand with one foot on the top-
most round of the ladder and have the vanquished
host of more than one hundred and fifty of the best
teams in Ohio look up at you with admiration, is an
enviable position for any team to attain. Every
member of the team deserves his full share of cred-
it. Such eminence in athletics can be attained only
by the best team work. We realize that no school
can put such a team in the field without a faithful
second team ever ready and willing to scrimmage
with the first. With all these things our efforts
would come to naught without a competent, en-
thusiastic coach. This we have had in the person
of Mr. Mahon. The loyal support of the student
body has also been an important factor.
You have brought honor to your high school and
to the city of Delaware. Therefore, be it resolved
by the Delaware City Board of Education, that we
extend to the Delaware High School basketball
team and Coach Mahon our heartiest congratula-
tions for the excellent record you made in the re-
cent basketball tournament. We want the boys and
girls to know that we are deeply interested in your
welfare and will do everything in our power to ad-
vance the interests of this high school and its in-
ter-school contests.
C. A. MORRISON, President.
CHAS. S. MASON, Vice President.
R. K. WILLIS, Clerk.
Next Year's Captain
Next year's football captain, Scott Radcliffe, was
chosen at a banquet given by Coach Mahon soon af-
ter the close of the season. Scott, who is well known
for his ability in breaking up the opponent's plays,
is a find selection for the captaincy, and, because he
is athletic editor of the Bulletin, nothing was said
about his good work. There will be five "D" men
missing from the squad next year, but if everyone
takes the interest that I know the captain and coach
manifest, there will be another successful football
season. -HAROLD SPAULDING, '22.
26
[corresponds to page 26 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
Resolutions
We recognize that education must include three
phases of life, the physical, the mental, and the
moral. Each must be developed to make the perfect
man. The Board of Education has observed with
pleasure the splendid work of our basketball team
in the tournament just closed, and we desire at this
time to express our appreciation of their great
achievement in this, the greatest contest of its kind
ever held. We watched eagerly game after game
in which D.H.S. participated during the two days
and evenings of the southern division contest. With
enthusiasm unbounded we saw the Orange and Black
emerge victors over the crack teams of Piqua and
Xenia. At the end of the sixth round of contests,
with seventy-seven teams of this division defeated,
there remained but two undefeated teams, Delaware
and Greenfield. This of itself was a signal honor
for Delaware and for each member of the team.
Probably the hardest fought game of the tourna-
ment was the Delaware-Piqua game. Piqua came to
Delaware with the season's record of unbroken vic-
tories. Having vanquished everything she met in
southwestern Ohio, she came with high hopes of
state championship honors. Perhaps the greatest
exhibition of individual self-control and skill ever
seen in a high school basketball game was shown
by Captain Turney at the close of this battle. The
score was a tie. Piqua fouled Delaware. The pis-
tol cracked. Time up. And in the presence of 2500
people Captain Turney took his position in front of
the basket. The fate of Delaware rested on his
ability to drop the ball through the basket. Indif-
ferent to the breathless condition of his tense audi-
ence, and with the utmost skill and precision, he
dropped the ball through the center of the basket,
thus winning the game for Delaware.
The defeat of Greenfield by Delaware and the
Mt. Vernon championship game are fresh in the
minds of all. To stand with one foot on the top-
most round of the ladder and have the vanquished
host of more than one hundred and fifty of the best
teams in Ohio look up at you with admiration, is an
enviable position for any team to attain. Every
member of the team deserves his full share of cred-
it. Such eminence in athletics can be attained only
by the best team work. We realize that no school
can put such a team in the field without a faithful
second team ever ready and willing to scrimmage
with the first. With all these things our efforts
would come to naught without a competent, en-
thusiastic coach. This we have had in the person
of Mr. Mahon. The loyal support of the student
body has also been an important factor.
You have brought honor to your high school and
to the city of Delaware. Therefore, be it resolved
by the Delaware City Board of Education, that we
extend to the Delaware High School basketball
team and Coach Mahon our heartiest congratula-
tions for the excellent record you made in the re-
cent basketball tournament. We want the boys and
girls to know that we are deeply interested in your
welfare and will do everything in our power to ad-
vance the interests of this high school and its in-
ter-school contests.
C. A. MORRISON, President.
CHAS. S. MASON, Vice President.
R. K. WILLIS, Clerk.
Next Year's Captain
Next year's football captain, Scott Radcliffe, was
chosen at a banquet given by Coach Mahon soon af-
ter the close of the season. Scott, who is well known
for his ability in breaking up the opponent's plays,
is a find selection for the captaincy, and, because he
is athletic editor of the Bulletin, nothing was said
about his good work. There will be five "D" men
missing from the squad next year, but if everyone
takes the interest that I know the captain and coach
manifest, there will be another successful football
season. -HAROLD SPAULDING, '22.
26
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 29)
Description
[page 29]
[corresponds to page 27 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
[photograph of George Mahon]
GEORGE MAHON - COACH
[photograph of Turney with basketball]
STATE
HIGH SCHOOL
BASKET-BALL
TOURNAMENT
1922
TURNEY
ALL-OHIO
CENTER
[photograph of Highwarden]
HIGHWARDEN
ALL-SOUTHERN
GUARD
[photograph of basketball players in a huddle]
JUST BEFORE THE FINALS
27
[corresponds to page 27 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
[photograph of George Mahon]
GEORGE MAHON - COACH
[photograph of Turney with basketball]
STATE
HIGH SCHOOL
BASKET-BALL
TOURNAMENT
1922
TURNEY
ALL-OHIO
CENTER
[photograph of Highwarden]
HIGHWARDEN
ALL-SOUTHERN
GUARD
[photograph of basketball players in a huddle]
JUST BEFORE THE FINALS
27
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 30)
Description
[page 30]
[corresponds to page 28 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
[photograph of basketball team]
Basketball '21-'22
Delaware High started its 1921-1922 basketball
season under the direction of Coach Mahon with
three "D" men, Captain Spaulding, Turney, and High-
warden. With this firm foundation upon which to
build a team, the prospects for the coming season
looked very bright.
The first game was played with Hyatts on the
Delaware court. Spaulding was the only man on
the Delaware team that could locate the basket, and
due to the exceptional playing of Hill from Hyatts,
the home team was sent down to defeat. The next
game was played in Crestline where Delaware, with
Perry as star, was victor by a 21-14 score. The fol-
lowing week we suffered defeat at Galion in a close-
ly fought contest, which was won only after a neces-
sary overtime period.
Following our defeat at Galion we made a great
comeback and defeated both Ashland and South High
of Columbus on our own floor. Perry was high point
man in the Ashland contest and Turney proved best
in the South High game.
Following this last game our team became se-
verely crippled. Perry and Highwarden were tem-
porarily unable to play, and Spaulding was forced
out of the game for the rest of the season on ac-
count of illness. We suffered several straight de-
feats, and only rallied in the last schedule game of
the season, defeating Harding 33-13, thus revenging
ourselves for our defeat at their hands earlier in
the season.
After the close of the schedule season the team
worked hard for two solid weeks in preparation for
the tournament. This extra training was not in vain,
for Delaware won six straight games in the prelim-
inaries of the southern division and came back the
next week-end to play in the finals. Piqua and
Xenia, two of the best teams in the southern divi-
sion, fell prey to our superior team work. Turney
was the main factor in pulling us through, and his
ability at shooting baskets, as well as his exception-
ally fine floor work, won him a place on the All-
State team. Commendable mention must also be
made of the unusual guarding of Highwarden which
placed him securely on the second All-State.
In the game for the championship of Southern Ohio
the following week we were matched against the
strong Greenfield aggregation. here again Turney
played one of the best games of his basketball ca-
reer, and we emerged with the long end of a 34-14
score, leaving us to play Mount Vernon in the finals
for the championship of Ohio.
The championship game was played before the
largest audience ever assembled in Edwards Gym-
nasium. We have no alibi to offer for our defeat.
Mount Vernon had the better team, and won the
game and honor by a 33-17 score. We are proud to
have met such a team as Mount Vernon, for they
deserved their victory; at the same time we cannot
forego an expression of our own pride in the team
that won the championship of Southern Ohio.
-SCOTT RADCLIFFE.
28
[corresponds to page 28 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
[photograph of basketball team]
Basketball '21-'22
Delaware High started its 1921-1922 basketball
season under the direction of Coach Mahon with
three "D" men, Captain Spaulding, Turney, and High-
warden. With this firm foundation upon which to
build a team, the prospects for the coming season
looked very bright.
The first game was played with Hyatts on the
Delaware court. Spaulding was the only man on
the Delaware team that could locate the basket, and
due to the exceptional playing of Hill from Hyatts,
the home team was sent down to defeat. The next
game was played in Crestline where Delaware, with
Perry as star, was victor by a 21-14 score. The fol-
lowing week we suffered defeat at Galion in a close-
ly fought contest, which was won only after a neces-
sary overtime period.
Following our defeat at Galion we made a great
comeback and defeated both Ashland and South High
of Columbus on our own floor. Perry was high point
man in the Ashland contest and Turney proved best
in the South High game.
Following this last game our team became se-
verely crippled. Perry and Highwarden were tem-
porarily unable to play, and Spaulding was forced
out of the game for the rest of the season on ac-
count of illness. We suffered several straight de-
feats, and only rallied in the last schedule game of
the season, defeating Harding 33-13, thus revenging
ourselves for our defeat at their hands earlier in
the season.
After the close of the schedule season the team
worked hard for two solid weeks in preparation for
the tournament. This extra training was not in vain,
for Delaware won six straight games in the prelim-
inaries of the southern division and came back the
next week-end to play in the finals. Piqua and
Xenia, two of the best teams in the southern divi-
sion, fell prey to our superior team work. Turney
was the main factor in pulling us through, and his
ability at shooting baskets, as well as his exception-
ally fine floor work, won him a place on the All-
State team. Commendable mention must also be
made of the unusual guarding of Highwarden which
placed him securely on the second All-State.
In the game for the championship of Southern Ohio
the following week we were matched against the
strong Greenfield aggregation. here again Turney
played one of the best games of his basketball ca-
reer, and we emerged with the long end of a 34-14
score, leaving us to play Mount Vernon in the finals
for the championship of Ohio.
The championship game was played before the
largest audience ever assembled in Edwards Gym-
nasium. We have no alibi to offer for our defeat.
Mount Vernon had the better team, and won the
game and honor by a 33-17 score. We are proud to
have met such a team as Mount Vernon, for they
deserved their victory; at the same time we cannot
forego an expression of our own pride in the team
that won the championship of Southern Ohio.
-SCOTT RADCLIFFE.
28
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 31)
Description
[page 31]
[corresponds to page 29 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
[photograph of football team]
Football, 1921
A promising outlook greeted the opening of D.H.S.
football season: Seven "D" men with a host of new
material, many of whom had played before, reported
for the first work-out. In past years we had great
difficulty in securing a coach, and generally took
whomever we could get. This trouble was obviated
by the election of Mr. George Mahon to the faculty
corps. This former Wesleyan star joined our school
as teacher of Mathematics, athletic director and
coach. Under this new system, both coach and stu-
dents have taken greater interest in sports.
After two weeks' hard practice, we were met by
the strong aggregation from South High of Colum-
bus, and defeated 7-0.
The following week, we went to Columbus, where
we played Aquinas, another Capital City team, and,
through a few costly fumbles, we came home with
the small end of a 13-0 score.
Smarting under our two defeats, we prepared for
the Ashland game, with the determination to bring
about a vicotry--and so we did--for they were put
away with a disheartening 28-0 tally. The stellar
playing of Turney and Highwarden brought about
this victory.
Next came Mansfield. They were determined to
avenge the defeat of their neighbor, Ashland, but in
this they were disappointed, for we tucked them
away with the stinging defeat of 24-19. This was
one of the best games played on teh local field in
years, and the team received great praise from the
papers and from the town fans. The exceptionally
good playing of Turney and Spaulding was the fea-
ture of this contest.
The following week we played Galion in another
home game. We were unable to repeat the work of
the preceding Saturday and they were our victors
by the unhappy margin of 28-7. Through the good
work of Spaulding and Highwarden, we succeeded
in getting one touchdown.
Because of a heavy snowfall, it seemed as if our
season were temporarily at a standfill. This condi-
tion hindered our practice but little, however, and
the fellows, determined to put Bucyrus under cover,
practiced early and late, regardless of the weather.
The contest was staged at Bucyrus on a snow-cov-
ered field. Unfortunately, the team was greatly
crippled by the absence of Highwarden and Sands,
who were laid up on account of injuries received in
previous games. The loss of these men drove the
team to fight harder than ever to overcome this de-
ficiency, and although Delaware outplayed their op-
ponents, they lost their only chance to score when
Turney collided with the goal post. The game ended
with a 0-0 score.
We journeyed to Zanesville the following week,
where we played in a sea of mud; but the boys didn't
seem to mind this, and, due to the ability of Turney
and Spaulding to cross their opponents' goal-line, we
brought home the bacon.
The ensuing Saturday we met Marion on their
home field and suffered our first defeat from them
in years.
We finished the season by defeating the Alumni
7-0 in our annual Turkey-day game.
-SCOTT RADCLIFFE.
29
[corresponds to page 29 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
[photograph of football team]
Football, 1921
A promising outlook greeted the opening of D.H.S.
football season: Seven "D" men with a host of new
material, many of whom had played before, reported
for the first work-out. In past years we had great
difficulty in securing a coach, and generally took
whomever we could get. This trouble was obviated
by the election of Mr. George Mahon to the faculty
corps. This former Wesleyan star joined our school
as teacher of Mathematics, athletic director and
coach. Under this new system, both coach and stu-
dents have taken greater interest in sports.
After two weeks' hard practice, we were met by
the strong aggregation from South High of Colum-
bus, and defeated 7-0.
The following week, we went to Columbus, where
we played Aquinas, another Capital City team, and,
through a few costly fumbles, we came home with
the small end of a 13-0 score.
Smarting under our two defeats, we prepared for
the Ashland game, with the determination to bring
about a vicotry--and so we did--for they were put
away with a disheartening 28-0 tally. The stellar
playing of Turney and Highwarden brought about
this victory.
Next came Mansfield. They were determined to
avenge the defeat of their neighbor, Ashland, but in
this they were disappointed, for we tucked them
away with the stinging defeat of 24-19. This was
one of the best games played on teh local field in
years, and the team received great praise from the
papers and from the town fans. The exceptionally
good playing of Turney and Spaulding was the fea-
ture of this contest.
The following week we played Galion in another
home game. We were unable to repeat the work of
the preceding Saturday and they were our victors
by the unhappy margin of 28-7. Through the good
work of Spaulding and Highwarden, we succeeded
in getting one touchdown.
Because of a heavy snowfall, it seemed as if our
season were temporarily at a standfill. This condi-
tion hindered our practice but little, however, and
the fellows, determined to put Bucyrus under cover,
practiced early and late, regardless of the weather.
The contest was staged at Bucyrus on a snow-cov-
ered field. Unfortunately, the team was greatly
crippled by the absence of Highwarden and Sands,
who were laid up on account of injuries received in
previous games. The loss of these men drove the
team to fight harder than ever to overcome this de-
ficiency, and although Delaware outplayed their op-
ponents, they lost their only chance to score when
Turney collided with the goal post. The game ended
with a 0-0 score.
We journeyed to Zanesville the following week,
where we played in a sea of mud; but the boys didn't
seem to mind this, and, due to the ability of Turney
and Spaulding to cross their opponents' goal-line, we
brought home the bacon.
The ensuing Saturday we met Marion on their
home field and suffered our first defeat from them
in years.
We finished the season by defeating the Alumni
7-0 in our annual Turkey-day game.
-SCOTT RADCLIFFE.
29
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 32)
Description
[page 32]
[corresponds to page 30 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
[photograph of girls' basketball team]
Girls' athletics in D.H.S. started off in fine shape
under the direction of Miss Marjorie Crimm, our
coach of 1921. After many hard practice games,
teams were picked from the excellent material of
each class squad, all working hard to perfect their
passwork and basket-shooting in anticipation of
the third annual basketball tournament. This event
was started by a series of preliminary games, played
every week. The first two were played between the
Seniors and Juniors, followed by a Sophomore-
Freshman game. The outcome of these games was
in favor of the Seniors and Sophomores. The sec-
ond two games of the series were between the Se-
niors and Freshmen, and the Juniors and Sopho-
mores; in these contests the Seniors again were
victors and the Juniors on good footing. Next came
the semi-finals, which were played with much pep
and enthusiasm by all classes. The upper classes,
kept always on the jump, won by hard playing, thus
bringing them together for the final and decisive
game. Everyone on the teams adhered to strict
training; more careful practice and coaching was
gone through, and much interest displayed.
In the last and long looked-forward-to game, the
Junior team won by a score of 14 to 8, thus winning
the championship. A consolation game followed be-
tween the Sophomores and Freshmen in which the
"Sophs" got the long end of a 12 to 2 score.
The usual stunts between halves showed much
originality and humor in their portrayal of old-
fashioned customs, a mock girls' basketball game,
and a pipe-organ performance.
Line-up for championship game:
Juniors Seniors
Right Forward
Lova Volk.............Janet Dennis
Left Forward
Elsie Monesmith.......Mary Austin
Center
Frances Radcliffe.....Charlotte Rice
Right Guard
Mary McKenzie.........Hilda Kiessig
Left Guard
Florence Crawford.....Dorothy Powell
Lillian Murphy substituted for Mary Austin in
the second half. Miss Alice Patterson of O.W.U.,
refereed the game, and Miss Crimm umpired.
-FRANCES RADCLIFFE.
30
[corresponds to page 30 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
[photograph of girls' basketball team]
Girls' athletics in D.H.S. started off in fine shape
under the direction of Miss Marjorie Crimm, our
coach of 1921. After many hard practice games,
teams were picked from the excellent material of
each class squad, all working hard to perfect their
passwork and basket-shooting in anticipation of
the third annual basketball tournament. This event
was started by a series of preliminary games, played
every week. The first two were played between the
Seniors and Juniors, followed by a Sophomore-
Freshman game. The outcome of these games was
in favor of the Seniors and Sophomores. The sec-
ond two games of the series were between the Se-
niors and Freshmen, and the Juniors and Sopho-
mores; in these contests the Seniors again were
victors and the Juniors on good footing. Next came
the semi-finals, which were played with much pep
and enthusiasm by all classes. The upper classes,
kept always on the jump, won by hard playing, thus
bringing them together for the final and decisive
game. Everyone on the teams adhered to strict
training; more careful practice and coaching was
gone through, and much interest displayed.
In the last and long looked-forward-to game, the
Junior team won by a score of 14 to 8, thus winning
the championship. A consolation game followed be-
tween the Sophomores and Freshmen in which the
"Sophs" got the long end of a 12 to 2 score.
The usual stunts between halves showed much
originality and humor in their portrayal of old-
fashioned customs, a mock girls' basketball game,
and a pipe-organ performance.
Line-up for championship game:
Juniors Seniors
Right Forward
Lova Volk.............Janet Dennis
Left Forward
Elsie Monesmith.......Mary Austin
Center
Frances Radcliffe.....Charlotte Rice
Right Guard
Mary McKenzie.........Hilda Kiessig
Left Guard
Florence Crawford.....Dorothy Powell
Lillian Murphy substituted for Mary Austin in
the second half. Miss Alice Patterson of O.W.U.,
refereed the game, and Miss Crimm umpired.
-FRANCES RADCLIFFE.
30
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 33)
Description
[page 33]
[corresponds to page 31 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
[cast photo]
THE CAST
"MIKADO"
[photo of director]
MISS
SHEEN
DIRECTOR
[photo of accompanist]
DALE
BARTHOLOMEW
ACCOMPANIST
[photo of scenic artist]
D. BECK
SCENIC
ARTIST
31
[corresponds to page 31 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
[cast photo]
THE CAST
"MIKADO"
[photo of director]
MISS
SHEEN
DIRECTOR
[photo of accompanist]
DALE
BARTHOLOMEW
ACCOMPANIST
[photo of scenic artist]
D. BECK
SCENIC
ARTIST
31
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 34)
Description
[page 34]
[corresponds to page 32 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
Affirmative Debate Team
[photographs]
Dorothy Whipple Beverly Kelley Elizabeth Hoffman Harold Stephens
The past debate year in Delaware High School has
been successful from two standpoints: first, in the
number of points scored, and second, in the devel-
oping of six excellent debaters.
The goal of the debaters and coaches has been not
to win decisions alone, but the important aim
was turning out from D.H.S. clear thinkers, and
young men and women who would understand the
value of hard work as well as constructive mental
discipline. This we believe has been accomplished.
In following this as a purpose we were most for-
tunate in having Mr. Harold W. Roupp from Ohio
Wesleyan University, who is an experienced debater,
as our coach and instructor.
Although we did not win the silver cup we scored
four out of a possible six points. There is a gen-
eral feeling among the High School students that
the decision of the Marion-Delaware debate was un-
warranted. However, the team offers no apology,
believing with the audience, that they had won the
debate even though the decision was against them.
[DHS logo]
32
[corresponds to page 32 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
Affirmative Debate Team
[photographs]
Dorothy Whipple Beverly Kelley Elizabeth Hoffman Harold Stephens
The past debate year in Delaware High School has
been successful from two standpoints: first, in the
number of points scored, and second, in the devel-
oping of six excellent debaters.
The goal of the debaters and coaches has been not
to win decisions alone, but the important aim
was turning out from D.H.S. clear thinkers, and
young men and women who would understand the
value of hard work as well as constructive mental
discipline. This we believe has been accomplished.
In following this as a purpose we were most for-
tunate in having Mr. Harold W. Roupp from Ohio
Wesleyan University, who is an experienced debater,
as our coach and instructor.
Although we did not win the silver cup we scored
four out of a possible six points. There is a gen-
eral feeling among the High School students that
the decision of the Marion-Delaware debate was un-
warranted. However, the team offers no apology,
believing with the audience, that they had won the
debate even though the decision was against them.
[DHS logo]
32
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 35)
Description
[page 35]
[corresponds to page 33 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
Negative Debate Team
[photographs]
Lillian Murphy Gladden Hull Catherine Houk John Beal
As for the turning out of six excellent debaters,
any one who attended either the Marion or Bucyrus
debate will see why we feel that the time spent was
well worth while. And feeling as we do about it,
we wish to urge more students to go out for this
forensic activity next year. It is important that the
school show well in mental as well as physical com-
bat.
There are three chief reasons why Delaware High
was successful during the past year: first, we receiv-
ed excellent coaching from Miss Phillips and Mr.
Roupp; second, the teams were not afraid of hard
work; and third, we knew that the school was be-
hind us, wishing us to do our best and win.
The year of 1923 will see three seasoned debaters
back in school. Our best wishes to next year's team.
We hope they will be even more successful than we
have been, and win the silver loving cup for Dela-
ware High. -JOHN BEAL.
[DHS logo]
33
[corresponds to page 33 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
Negative Debate Team
[photographs]
Lillian Murphy Gladden Hull Catherine Houk John Beal
As for the turning out of six excellent debaters,
any one who attended either the Marion or Bucyrus
debate will see why we feel that the time spent was
well worth while. And feeling as we do about it,
we wish to urge more students to go out for this
forensic activity next year. It is important that the
school show well in mental as well as physical com-
bat.
There are three chief reasons why Delaware High
was successful during the past year: first, we receiv-
ed excellent coaching from Miss Phillips and Mr.
Roupp; second, the teams were not afraid of hard
work; and third, we knew that the school was be-
hind us, wishing us to do our best and win.
The year of 1923 will see three seasoned debaters
back in school. Our best wishes to next year's team.
We hope they will be even more successful than we
have been, and win the silver loving cup for Dela-
ware High. -JOHN BEAL.
[DHS logo]
33
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 36)
Description
[page 36]
[corresponds to page 34 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
BULLETIN STAFF
[photographs]
34
[corresponds to page 34 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
BULLETIN STAFF
[photographs]
34
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 37)
Description
[page 37]
[corresponds to page 35 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
Editorials
Staff
Abigail Semans............Editor-in-Chief
Willis Stevenson.........Business Manager Elsie Monesmith................Art Editor
Miriam Stafford...........Literary Editor Alice Rush..................Alumni Editor
Lova Volk.......Assistant Literary Editor Scott Radcliffe...........Athletic Editor
Catherine Houk.......Subscription Manager Frances Radcliffe.........Athletic Editor
Mary Liebenderfer.....Advertising Manager Mrs. Dell McAfee Naylor...Faculty Advisor
A New Investment
Every respectable high school has a library com-
plete enough to furnish references for debate teams
and the collateral reading demanded by various sub-
jects. In order to be truthfully rated as a first class
high school we should have such a library. We
consider the action of the recently graduated class-
es in devoting their money to the equipment of a
high school reference room as very commendable.
Our aesthetic sense has been cultivated by the pic-
tures and statues which former classes have donat-
ed, and now we are glad for the practical develop-
ment afforded by the funds raised in more recent
years. Many school activities have contributed to
this cause, and the collection is growing quite large.
The class of 1918 gave four beautiful oak library
tables. One hundred and ninety-four dollars was
donated by the class of 1919 for books. Among
these volumes is a set of New International En-
cyclopedias, a Dictionary, and forty dollars worth
of other books. The Bulletins of the years of 1919,
1920, and 1921 have altogether given $333.33. The
interest from the high school Liberty bond is being
used for the collection. We must not overlook the
manual training boys who have made the fine
book shelves. The total sum amounts to $626.45.
Thus we see that the library is well under way, and
we expect that it will be in good working order by
next year.
The Hayes Centennial
When the news came that Warren G. Harding
had been elected by an overwhelming majority to
the Chief Executive Office, enthusiasm and excite-
ment prevailed here not only because another Pres-
ident had been added to Ohio's long list of famous
sons, but because his residence is only twenty miles
away from our city. That was all very well; but we
cannot help wondering whether or not one hundred
years from now Marion will have forgotten that she
was, in 1921, the center of the nation's interest, and
will have allowed her now most honored residence
to be neglected and run down. This will be the
case if Marion follows the example of her neighbor,
Delaware. It seems to us that since this is the cen-
tennial anniversary of the birth of Rutherford Birch-
ard Hayes, the citizens of Delaware should begin
to recognize that his birthplace is here, and in a
very deplorable condition. Surely all right think-
ing people will realize that this fact does not re-
flect credit on our town. Patriotism to our nation
as well as to our city demands that we remedy this
condition. Are the pupils of Delaware High School
going to allow our old time rivals to get ahead of
us even in showing respect to a native President?
We think that our point will be appreciated if we
conclude this article by the familiar phrase, "Yea
Delaware! Beat Marion"!
Tennis Courst for the High School
Tennis, one of the most interesting games in the
great field of athletics, is becoming more and more
popular in this country. Courts are being construct-
ed in every vacant lot and old garden patch. There
are many things to recommend this game; one is
that anyone can play it. It does not take a robust
person; neither does it take a tall one, as do other
sports. Tennis is a game every student should play
for mental reasons as well as physical. A keen
35
[corresponds to page 35 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
Editorials
Staff
Abigail Semans............Editor-in-Chief
Willis Stevenson.........Business Manager Elsie Monesmith................Art Editor
Miriam Stafford...........Literary Editor Alice Rush..................Alumni Editor
Lova Volk.......Assistant Literary Editor Scott Radcliffe...........Athletic Editor
Catherine Houk.......Subscription Manager Frances Radcliffe.........Athletic Editor
Mary Liebenderfer.....Advertising Manager Mrs. Dell McAfee Naylor...Faculty Advisor
A New Investment
Every respectable high school has a library com-
plete enough to furnish references for debate teams
and the collateral reading demanded by various sub-
jects. In order to be truthfully rated as a first class
high school we should have such a library. We
consider the action of the recently graduated class-
es in devoting their money to the equipment of a
high school reference room as very commendable.
Our aesthetic sense has been cultivated by the pic-
tures and statues which former classes have donat-
ed, and now we are glad for the practical develop-
ment afforded by the funds raised in more recent
years. Many school activities have contributed to
this cause, and the collection is growing quite large.
The class of 1918 gave four beautiful oak library
tables. One hundred and ninety-four dollars was
donated by the class of 1919 for books. Among
these volumes is a set of New International En-
cyclopedias, a Dictionary, and forty dollars worth
of other books. The Bulletins of the years of 1919,
1920, and 1921 have altogether given $333.33. The
interest from the high school Liberty bond is being
used for the collection. We must not overlook the
manual training boys who have made the fine
book shelves. The total sum amounts to $626.45.
Thus we see that the library is well under way, and
we expect that it will be in good working order by
next year.
The Hayes Centennial
When the news came that Warren G. Harding
had been elected by an overwhelming majority to
the Chief Executive Office, enthusiasm and excite-
ment prevailed here not only because another Pres-
ident had been added to Ohio's long list of famous
sons, but because his residence is only twenty miles
away from our city. That was all very well; but we
cannot help wondering whether or not one hundred
years from now Marion will have forgotten that she
was, in 1921, the center of the nation's interest, and
will have allowed her now most honored residence
to be neglected and run down. This will be the
case if Marion follows the example of her neighbor,
Delaware. It seems to us that since this is the cen-
tennial anniversary of the birth of Rutherford Birch-
ard Hayes, the citizens of Delaware should begin
to recognize that his birthplace is here, and in a
very deplorable condition. Surely all right think-
ing people will realize that this fact does not re-
flect credit on our town. Patriotism to our nation
as well as to our city demands that we remedy this
condition. Are the pupils of Delaware High School
going to allow our old time rivals to get ahead of
us even in showing respect to a native President?
We think that our point will be appreciated if we
conclude this article by the familiar phrase, "Yea
Delaware! Beat Marion"!
Tennis Courst for the High School
Tennis, one of the most interesting games in the
great field of athletics, is becoming more and more
popular in this country. Courts are being construct-
ed in every vacant lot and old garden patch. There
are many things to recommend this game; one is
that anyone can play it. It does not take a robust
person; neither does it take a tall one, as do other
sports. Tennis is a game every student should play
for mental reasons as well as physical. A keen
35
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 38)
Description
[page 38]
[corresponds to page 36 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
mind is needed to understand and play the game
well. To be a good player one must be accurate
and must use very good judgment at all times.
Physically, it gives every muscle its proper exercise.
It occasions no overdoing, strained muscles or brok-
en bones as do almost all other athletics. An acci-
dent can be blamed on no one but the player him-
self.
What would be better for the high school than
good tennis courts? The school has access to a
very good football field and a fine basketball court;
and now that tennis is becoming so popular, why
not have courts? The question, that might enter
one's mind, where can ground be found on which
to construct them? can be thrown aside. The high
school owns a lot back of the building which is
large enough for two good courts, and is in a fine
location. What good is that idle ground doing for
us? Why not have it changed into something use-
ful and helpful to the student?
A Young Genius
An event took place on the evening of May 2 which
once more justifies Delaware High's reputation for
contributing to the world and which gives the class
of '23 ample cause to be very proud of a fellow mem-
ber. This event was the piano recital given by Dale
Bartholomew at Sanborn Hall. From the first ex-
quisite note until the last, the large audience was
literally held spellbound. Dale conducted himself
like a true virtuoso, with not a trace of self-con-
sciousness in his manner, holding the instrument al-
ways under perfect control. Beginning with Rach-
maninoff's "Prelude in G Minor," he played selec-
tions from Chopin, Schumann, Rubenstein, Liszt, and
Grieg. His fingers touched the keys lightly or
firmly as his interpretation of the selections varied,
but there was always that fullness and delicacy of
tone which mark the true artist. His technique
throughout was practically faultless.
There were present at the concert several in-
structors in music of the college and they were
equally well pleased with the success and well-de-
served praise of the young musician.
We of Delaware High School appreciate more than
ever before Dale's talent and ability and his ser-
vices in the Choral Class and Glee Club. He is un-
doubtedly destined for the highest success in the
musical world, and he has the very best wishes of
both the faculty and the pupils of Delaware High
School for the coming years.
Honor Member of Class of '22
It is not very often in a life time that one finds
within his own circle of acquaintances a young ge-
nius so brilliant that he is recognized by those ex-
perienced in his art, and is given an opportunity for
a swift and remarkable career. This was the reali-
zation to which the students of Delaware High
School awoke when Bernard Schweitzer appeared
suddenly as one of the brightest and most promis-
ing among the young explorers in the realm of mu-
sic. The student body has twice had the opportun-
ity of hearing Bernard sing since he took up his
study in Chicago, and has been delighted to mark
his progress. We are very proud of him because
he is one of our number, and because he received
part of his training, and, we hope, a great deal of
his inspiration while under the influence of our own
school. Had Bernard remained longer with us, he
would have graduated with this year's class.
After hearing him render most inspiringly the
famous "Hosanna" anthem, the Holy Name Cathe-
dral of Chicago succeeded in securing his services.
To appreciate the honor implied in this, we must
consider that the very greatest of singers have ac-
cepted invitations to sing in this cathedral.
So, fellow classmate, we wish you a realization of
your greatest hopes. We also look forward to that
day when we shall hear you in a greater hall than
the chapel of D.H.S.
[DHS logo]
36
[corresponds to page 36 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
mind is needed to understand and play the game
well. To be a good player one must be accurate
and must use very good judgment at all times.
Physically, it gives every muscle its proper exercise.
It occasions no overdoing, strained muscles or brok-
en bones as do almost all other athletics. An acci-
dent can be blamed on no one but the player him-
self.
What would be better for the high school than
good tennis courts? The school has access to a
very good football field and a fine basketball court;
and now that tennis is becoming so popular, why
not have courts? The question, that might enter
one's mind, where can ground be found on which
to construct them? can be thrown aside. The high
school owns a lot back of the building which is
large enough for two good courts, and is in a fine
location. What good is that idle ground doing for
us? Why not have it changed into something use-
ful and helpful to the student?
A Young Genius
An event took place on the evening of May 2 which
once more justifies Delaware High's reputation for
contributing to the world and which gives the class
of '23 ample cause to be very proud of a fellow mem-
ber. This event was the piano recital given by Dale
Bartholomew at Sanborn Hall. From the first ex-
quisite note until the last, the large audience was
literally held spellbound. Dale conducted himself
like a true virtuoso, with not a trace of self-con-
sciousness in his manner, holding the instrument al-
ways under perfect control. Beginning with Rach-
maninoff's "Prelude in G Minor," he played selec-
tions from Chopin, Schumann, Rubenstein, Liszt, and
Grieg. His fingers touched the keys lightly or
firmly as his interpretation of the selections varied,
but there was always that fullness and delicacy of
tone which mark the true artist. His technique
throughout was practically faultless.
There were present at the concert several in-
structors in music of the college and they were
equally well pleased with the success and well-de-
served praise of the young musician.
We of Delaware High School appreciate more than
ever before Dale's talent and ability and his ser-
vices in the Choral Class and Glee Club. He is un-
doubtedly destined for the highest success in the
musical world, and he has the very best wishes of
both the faculty and the pupils of Delaware High
School for the coming years.
Honor Member of Class of '22
It is not very often in a life time that one finds
within his own circle of acquaintances a young ge-
nius so brilliant that he is recognized by those ex-
perienced in his art, and is given an opportunity for
a swift and remarkable career. This was the reali-
zation to which the students of Delaware High
School awoke when Bernard Schweitzer appeared
suddenly as one of the brightest and most promis-
ing among the young explorers in the realm of mu-
sic. The student body has twice had the opportun-
ity of hearing Bernard sing since he took up his
study in Chicago, and has been delighted to mark
his progress. We are very proud of him because
he is one of our number, and because he received
part of his training, and, we hope, a great deal of
his inspiration while under the influence of our own
school. Had Bernard remained longer with us, he
would have graduated with this year's class.
After hearing him render most inspiringly the
famous "Hosanna" anthem, the Holy Name Cathe-
dral of Chicago succeeded in securing his services.
To appreciate the honor implied in this, we must
consider that the very greatest of singers have ac-
cepted invitations to sing in this cathedral.
So, fellow classmate, we wish you a realization of
your greatest hopes. We also look forward to that
day when we shall hear you in a greater hall than
the chapel of D.H.S.
[DHS logo]
36
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 39)
Description
[page 39]
[corresponds to unlabeled page 37 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Book III
Literature
[corresponds to unlabeled page 37 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Book III
Literature
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 40)
Description
[page 40]
[corresponds to page 38 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
A Fantasy
Prone on the sun-
warmed sand,
just out of reach
of the breakers,
A Boy with a Suf-
fering Heart lay
thoughtfully gaz-
ing upward.
Sprinkling the stones with dew and filling the air
Back of the first great dune in a cottage low in the
valley,
Sick, and dying with care, his mother lay stricken
with fever;
Hers was the grief of the world, the down-trodden
world of the helpless.
All night long he had watched, till his eyes grew
heavy with vigil,
And now, as at length she slept, he lay thinking and
pond'ring and planning.
Was there not some way he, though his years one
might count on ten fingers,
Might bring, in his own small way, glad joy to the
heart of the sufferer?
Coax long-vanished smiles to her lips, as his own
smiles might seem in reflection?
Wearied with sorrow and care, and lulled by the
swish of the sea-surf,
His thoughts turned to happier paths, and his eyes
closed gently in slumber.
Suddenly faint in his ear a weird cry roused him to
action.
"Look!" it cried, "Look, ye, lad, for magic abides in
yon castle!"
The Boy with the Suffering Heart first glanced, then
gazed in amazement.
Afar, where the dune had been a castle rose sheer
to the heavens.
Silver and gold were its walls, and its windows
gleamed brighter than jewels.
Its towers were wreathed in mist that sparkled like
dew on the hawthorne.
Nearer and nearer he drew. Urged on by a great
fascination
He mounted its Parian steps, and paused not, but en-
tered its portals.
Suddenly, born on the breeze, came the same weird
voice from the ether.
"Mortal, guard well thy tongue, for ne'er since the
last king of Egypt
Died by the hand of the dream folk, those guardians
who watch o'er the castle
For sland'ring the name of the wardens, has mortal
e'er glimpsed this great vision.
Thou of the Suffering Heart must cherish and honor
the privilege.
What thou wilt see beyond is not for the scorn of the
rabble.
Its sight must be earned by faith and kindness and
thoughts of endearment."
Urged by the same fascination, and quickened by
glad expectation
That some how in some strange way the dream folk
would answer his problem,
He raced down the long light hall till two doorways
rose, thwarting his passage.
One opened on sunlit halls where fountains played
gayly and lightly,
Sprinkling the stones with dew and fillin gthe air
with sweet perfume.
Round it the flowers sprang, holding their cups to
its showers,
Like a rare rug for the trees, which teemed with the
sweetest of songsters.
Rose and lily and fern played hide and seek with
the thrushes.
Gayly in and out, in the shade, 'mongst the birds and
the flowers
Dancing in gay attire were the mystical, care-free
dream folk.
Blue were their eyes as the sky, and their hair shone
like gold in the sunlight,
Clothed in shimmering white, richly embroidered
with purple,
Azure and saffron and rose, with the green of wee
leaves in the springtime.
Spellbound he stood in the door, nor quivered, till
roused by the weird voice,
He let his gaze slowly be turned, till it fell on the
opposite doorway.
Startled with horror and pain he choked back a sob
e'er it 'scaped him.
For as he gazed within, till his eyes grew used to
the dead light
He saw not a thing but space, as black as a cellar
at midnight.
Gradually came into view the skull of a man, with
its jaw bone
Cruelly broken across, and beside it a chest filled
with treasure;
Here hung a hang-man's rope still looped in the
death-knot of slaughter;
Here was a gibbet; beneath, the mouldering bones of
its victims.
Turning away in disgust, he stepped toward the
doorway of dreamland.
When suddenly both doors were gone, and he was
38
[corresponds to page 38 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
A Fantasy
Prone on the sun-
warmed sand,
just out of reach
of the breakers,
A Boy with a Suf-
fering Heart lay
thoughtfully gaz-
ing upward.
Sprinkling the stones with dew and filling the air
Back of the first great dune in a cottage low in the
valley,
Sick, and dying with care, his mother lay stricken
with fever;
Hers was the grief of the world, the down-trodden
world of the helpless.
All night long he had watched, till his eyes grew
heavy with vigil,
And now, as at length she slept, he lay thinking and
pond'ring and planning.
Was there not some way he, though his years one
might count on ten fingers,
Might bring, in his own small way, glad joy to the
heart of the sufferer?
Coax long-vanished smiles to her lips, as his own
smiles might seem in reflection?
Wearied with sorrow and care, and lulled by the
swish of the sea-surf,
His thoughts turned to happier paths, and his eyes
closed gently in slumber.
Suddenly faint in his ear a weird cry roused him to
action.
"Look!" it cried, "Look, ye, lad, for magic abides in
yon castle!"
The Boy with the Suffering Heart first glanced, then
gazed in amazement.
Afar, where the dune had been a castle rose sheer
to the heavens.
Silver and gold were its walls, and its windows
gleamed brighter than jewels.
Its towers were wreathed in mist that sparkled like
dew on the hawthorne.
Nearer and nearer he drew. Urged on by a great
fascination
He mounted its Parian steps, and paused not, but en-
tered its portals.
Suddenly, born on the breeze, came the same weird
voice from the ether.
"Mortal, guard well thy tongue, for ne'er since the
last king of Egypt
Died by the hand of the dream folk, those guardians
who watch o'er the castle
For sland'ring the name of the wardens, has mortal
e'er glimpsed this great vision.
Thou of the Suffering Heart must cherish and honor
the privilege.
What thou wilt see beyond is not for the scorn of the
rabble.
Its sight must be earned by faith and kindness and
thoughts of endearment."
Urged by the same fascination, and quickened by
glad expectation
That some how in some strange way the dream folk
would answer his problem,
He raced down the long light hall till two doorways
rose, thwarting his passage.
One opened on sunlit halls where fountains played
gayly and lightly,
Sprinkling the stones with dew and fillin gthe air
with sweet perfume.
Round it the flowers sprang, holding their cups to
its showers,
Like a rare rug for the trees, which teemed with the
sweetest of songsters.
Rose and lily and fern played hide and seek with
the thrushes.
Gayly in and out, in the shade, 'mongst the birds and
the flowers
Dancing in gay attire were the mystical, care-free
dream folk.
Blue were their eyes as the sky, and their hair shone
like gold in the sunlight,
Clothed in shimmering white, richly embroidered
with purple,
Azure and saffron and rose, with the green of wee
leaves in the springtime.
Spellbound he stood in the door, nor quivered, till
roused by the weird voice,
He let his gaze slowly be turned, till it fell on the
opposite doorway.
Startled with horror and pain he choked back a sob
e'er it 'scaped him.
For as he gazed within, till his eyes grew used to
the dead light
He saw not a thing but space, as black as a cellar
at midnight.
Gradually came into view the skull of a man, with
its jaw bone
Cruelly broken across, and beside it a chest filled
with treasure;
Here hung a hang-man's rope still looped in the
death-knot of slaughter;
Here was a gibbet; beneath, the mouldering bones of
its victims.
Turning away in disgust, he stepped toward the
doorway of dreamland.
When suddenly both doors were gone, and he was
38
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 41)
Description
[page 41]
[corresponds to page 39 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
alone in his sadness.
He sank to the floor in his grief, and his sobs broke
the silence of ages.
"Why can't it all be like that, all beauty, and glory,
and radiance?"
An agonized sigh shook his frame, his heart was
breaking with sorrow.
Suddenly faint but clear, the weird voice, softened
to music
Fell on his heart like balm, then ceased he his weep-
ing to listen.
"Oh, Boy of the Suffering Heart, hearken to all that
I tell you.
You in your innocent grief, have stumbled on life's
greatest lesson.
The castle you now are within holds the secret of
human endeavor;
Yon rooms were the souls of men, some good, some
teeming with evil.
"Long ago in this hall, ere began the great cycle of
ages,
The wrong of the world was confined, till arose a
great monster named Rumor
Who broke through the heavy barred walls and freed
from their bonds of confinement
The spirits of evil and sin, who now roam the wide
world at random.
But alas, as he broke through the wall, a stone shak-
en loose from its moorings
Stopped up the door of gold, and blocked that pas-
sage forever.
Wearily watching and waiting, year after year with-
out number,
The guardian sprites of the hall have searched for a
mortal, a human
Who could roll the stone from the door and free all
good from its burden.
Thrice have they tried and failed, thrice turned anew
to their mourning.
"Now we have welcomed you with the hope which
seems beyond hoping,
That a Boy with a Suffering Heart, urged on by un-
selfish emotions,
Might say the potent word that would loose the stone
from the portal.
Speak the wish nearest your heart. I go, for I dare
not stay longer."
A cry of joy on his lips, the Boy, no longer
dejected,
Sprang like a dart to his feet--"Aid, help for my
suffering mother!"
A flash of light, a whirl, a sound of echoing
music,
A blurr of mingled hues as the dream folk rushed on
toward the doorway.
Blinded and dazed and stunned, the Boy fell tremb-
ling, startled.
The harsh stones turned to sand he was back again
by the sea side.
The breakers were loud and fierce, steadily rain-
drops were falling.
Stumbling and weak in his haste, the lad rushed on
toward the cottage.
The dream folk were free at last, but where, oh,
where had they vanished?
"Look," came the low weird voice, "Look to the west-
ward and southward."
He turned then stopped in amazement, a glad cry
burst forth from his bosom,
"Mother, oh, mother, look, the dream folk, high in
the heavens!"
High in the arch of ether, where the clouds were
broken asunder,
The sun shone through on the mist, and the air was
tinted to purple,
Azure and saffron and rose, with the green of wee
leaves in the springtime.
His mother turned on her couch, with the weary
look of the dying,
But as she looked at the tinted arch, her pain be
came gladness,
The gray lines left her face, she sank back pale and
exhausted
But now to grow stronger each hour, for a promise
of good everlasting,
A token of dream folk faith was this rainbow arch
in the heavens.
Prone on the sun warmed sand, just out of reach of
the breakers,
A Boy with a Happy Heart, lay thoughtfully gazing
upward.
Back of the first great dune, in a cottage low in the
valley,
Weak, but happy, and stronger each hour, his moth-
er lay sleeping.
The Boy with the Happy Heart as he lay there lulled
by the sea surf,
Freed from his heavy care, closed his eyes softly in
slumber.
Faint through his dreams, there came, the low weird
tones of the dream folk,
"Saved by his generous wish, we promise him peace
everlasting."
Ages have come and gone, but oft in the sky of a
summer,
After a heavy shower, comes the rainbow, the pledge
of the dream folk.
-CHARLOTTE RICE, '22.
39
[corresponds to page 39 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
alone in his sadness.
He sank to the floor in his grief, and his sobs broke
the silence of ages.
"Why can't it all be like that, all beauty, and glory,
and radiance?"
An agonized sigh shook his frame, his heart was
breaking with sorrow.
Suddenly faint but clear, the weird voice, softened
to music
Fell on his heart like balm, then ceased he his weep-
ing to listen.
"Oh, Boy of the Suffering Heart, hearken to all that
I tell you.
You in your innocent grief, have stumbled on life's
greatest lesson.
The castle you now are within holds the secret of
human endeavor;
Yon rooms were the souls of men, some good, some
teeming with evil.
"Long ago in this hall, ere began the great cycle of
ages,
The wrong of the world was confined, till arose a
great monster named Rumor
Who broke through the heavy barred walls and freed
from their bonds of confinement
The spirits of evil and sin, who now roam the wide
world at random.
But alas, as he broke through the wall, a stone shak-
en loose from its moorings
Stopped up the door of gold, and blocked that pas-
sage forever.
Wearily watching and waiting, year after year with-
out number,
The guardian sprites of the hall have searched for a
mortal, a human
Who could roll the stone from the door and free all
good from its burden.
Thrice have they tried and failed, thrice turned anew
to their mourning.
"Now we have welcomed you with the hope which
seems beyond hoping,
That a Boy with a Suffering Heart, urged on by un-
selfish emotions,
Might say the potent word that would loose the stone
from the portal.
Speak the wish nearest your heart. I go, for I dare
not stay longer."
A cry of joy on his lips, the Boy, no longer
dejected,
Sprang like a dart to his feet--"Aid, help for my
suffering mother!"
A flash of light, a whirl, a sound of echoing
music,
A blurr of mingled hues as the dream folk rushed on
toward the doorway.
Blinded and dazed and stunned, the Boy fell tremb-
ling, startled.
The harsh stones turned to sand he was back again
by the sea side.
The breakers were loud and fierce, steadily rain-
drops were falling.
Stumbling and weak in his haste, the lad rushed on
toward the cottage.
The dream folk were free at last, but where, oh,
where had they vanished?
"Look," came the low weird voice, "Look to the west-
ward and southward."
He turned then stopped in amazement, a glad cry
burst forth from his bosom,
"Mother, oh, mother, look, the dream folk, high in
the heavens!"
High in the arch of ether, where the clouds were
broken asunder,
The sun shone through on the mist, and the air was
tinted to purple,
Azure and saffron and rose, with the green of wee
leaves in the springtime.
His mother turned on her couch, with the weary
look of the dying,
But as she looked at the tinted arch, her pain be
came gladness,
The gray lines left her face, she sank back pale and
exhausted
But now to grow stronger each hour, for a promise
of good everlasting,
A token of dream folk faith was this rainbow arch
in the heavens.
Prone on the sun warmed sand, just out of reach of
the breakers,
A Boy with a Happy Heart, lay thoughtfully gazing
upward.
Back of the first great dune, in a cottage low in the
valley,
Weak, but happy, and stronger each hour, his moth-
er lay sleeping.
The Boy with the Happy Heart as he lay there lulled
by the sea surf,
Freed from his heavy care, closed his eyes softly in
slumber.
Faint through his dreams, there came, the low weird
tones of the dream folk,
"Saved by his generous wish, we promise him peace
everlasting."
Ages have come and gone, but oft in the sky of a
summer,
After a heavy shower, comes the rainbow, the pledge
of the dream folk.
-CHARLOTTE RICE, '22.
39
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 42)
Description
[page 42]
[corresponds to page 40 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
The Amateur Househusband
Henry Obstinate, a father and husband, who be-
came exasperated because Mrs. Minerva Obstinate
put in a plea for a clothes-wringer and, having re-
ceived it, untactfully sent in a similar plea for a
washing-machine, quite boldly declared he could
take care of the house as a recreation. Wise Mrs.
Obstinate refrained from pressing her desire and
Henry went to his club; but when he returned to
his peaceful realm, he was informed by note that his
practical wife thinking he needed a period of re-
creation, had gone to her old home in order to per-
mit him to enjoy the needed rest. She left the chil-
dren, Mary and John, to keep him from getting lone-
some during the many hours in which he would be
unoccupied with household duties.
Monday morning dawned radiant and calm, but
Henry slept serenely on. At the late hour of eight,
John and Mary anxiously arose and surveyed their
audacious parent. Why hadnt he called them? They
dressed for school with unusual hilarity. Presently,
vociferous sounds issued from above.
"Why hasn't Minerva called me?" shrieked Henry
as he came panting down the stairs. Then he re-
membered his spouse had departed for a time. Well,
he would show "Min"! He commenced his "recrea-
t'on" by laboriously trying to comb and braid Mary's
hair. What a mess! How did "Min" do it? He final-
ly disposed of that incident by leaving her hair un-
braided and tying an awkward-looking bow around
it. Much to his chagrin, he discovered that it was
too late for the children to go to school.
After one-half hour of swearing and wrestling
he had three eggs fried, but Mary and John refused
to eat theirs because he had stirred the fire with the
egg-turner, then turned the eggs! In the midst of
the confusion of the children's crying, the eggs pop-
ping, and Henry hopping around with his hair in his
eyes, at the same time nursing a burnt hand, the tele-
phone rang. "Hello! Hello!! Hello!!!" shouted
Henry. Slam! Went the receiver followed by a tor-
rent of profane language.
"It is ten o'clock and you haven't started the
washing yet. 'Min' always had it done by nine
o'clock," reminded Henry's conscience. He dutifully
gathered up as many dirty clothes as he could find,
promising himself he would wash the breakfast
dishes with the dinner dishes. He had a vivid recol-
lection of a boiler of water which he had been in the
habit of putting on for "Min," so he put a boiler
full of water on the stove and piled the clothes in.
By the time this was accomplished it was time to
get dinner in order to give the younger Obstinates
something to eat before they started to school.
With one hand burnt and his disposition badly
injured, Henry rumaged through the cellar and pan-
try in a frantic effort to find a cook-book and some-
thing to cook. He found some canned goods from
which he selected a can of peaches, a can of sweet-
potatoes, a can of peas, and a can of salmon. As
the "amateur househusband" began slashing reck-
lessly into the top of a can, the can-opener undiplo-
matically slipped, causing the wielder to gash his
hand on the ragged edge of the lid. Howling in
anguish, he bound up the cut and proceeded more
slowly. Having completed his task, he called the
children in to partake of the "tin" dinner. The peas
were partially prepared but since the cook couldn't
find the cook-book he was not to be censured if
things weren't altogether edible. The remainder of
the victuals was cold.
The younger inmates disposed of, the washing
was resumed. As Mr. Obstinate turned to the boil-
ing clothes, he looked with awe upon the strangely
colored water. He gingerly picked up a garment
and after careful inspection recognized his ex-best
white shirt, ex-best--for, alas--one sleeve was a
dingy black and the front was an elegant mottled
red. He limply stood gazing at his neighbor's beau-
tiful white shirt, tauntingly waving on the line.
Mystified, he hunted for the wash-board and tub;
then he went to work. After hours of real labor
at the wash-board, in which the only thing that was
accomplished was the further disfigurement of his
hands and what appeared like the last stages of
lumbago in his back, he gave up in despair. He sat
down, gazed from the best suit of clothes all wet
and dabbed with flour, to his hands all red and
blistered, then to the kitchen which looked as though
a small tornado had just passed through it.
As the victim was brooding over some of the evils
in life, the lesser Obstinates trooped in. As usual,
they were on the brink of starvation and since it
was nearly five o'clock, supper loomed up before
Henry's eyes. Supper is generally a soothing thought
to most people, but to Henry it was a dancing figure
dressed in red and possessing two extremely long,
pointed horns which protruded from above either
eye. Mary produced a cook-book and Henry donned
the chef's cap once more, armed himself with spoons
and flour, then proceeded to make biscuits.
Now, the neighborhood owned in joint-partnership,
three common black cats which had just discovered
the Obstinate family's bowl of milk that Henry had
so innocently placed on the porch to keep cool.
40
[corresponds to page 40 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
The Amateur Househusband
Henry Obstinate, a father and husband, who be-
came exasperated because Mrs. Minerva Obstinate
put in a plea for a clothes-wringer and, having re-
ceived it, untactfully sent in a similar plea for a
washing-machine, quite boldly declared he could
take care of the house as a recreation. Wise Mrs.
Obstinate refrained from pressing her desire and
Henry went to his club; but when he returned to
his peaceful realm, he was informed by note that his
practical wife thinking he needed a period of re-
creation, had gone to her old home in order to per-
mit him to enjoy the needed rest. She left the chil-
dren, Mary and John, to keep him from getting lone-
some during the many hours in which he would be
unoccupied with household duties.
Monday morning dawned radiant and calm, but
Henry slept serenely on. At the late hour of eight,
John and Mary anxiously arose and surveyed their
audacious parent. Why hadnt he called them? They
dressed for school with unusual hilarity. Presently,
vociferous sounds issued from above.
"Why hasn't Minerva called me?" shrieked Henry
as he came panting down the stairs. Then he re-
membered his spouse had departed for a time. Well,
he would show "Min"! He commenced his "recrea-
t'on" by laboriously trying to comb and braid Mary's
hair. What a mess! How did "Min" do it? He final-
ly disposed of that incident by leaving her hair un-
braided and tying an awkward-looking bow around
it. Much to his chagrin, he discovered that it was
too late for the children to go to school.
After one-half hour of swearing and wrestling
he had three eggs fried, but Mary and John refused
to eat theirs because he had stirred the fire with the
egg-turner, then turned the eggs! In the midst of
the confusion of the children's crying, the eggs pop-
ping, and Henry hopping around with his hair in his
eyes, at the same time nursing a burnt hand, the tele-
phone rang. "Hello! Hello!! Hello!!!" shouted
Henry. Slam! Went the receiver followed by a tor-
rent of profane language.
"It is ten o'clock and you haven't started the
washing yet. 'Min' always had it done by nine
o'clock," reminded Henry's conscience. He dutifully
gathered up as many dirty clothes as he could find,
promising himself he would wash the breakfast
dishes with the dinner dishes. He had a vivid recol-
lection of a boiler of water which he had been in the
habit of putting on for "Min," so he put a boiler
full of water on the stove and piled the clothes in.
By the time this was accomplished it was time to
get dinner in order to give the younger Obstinates
something to eat before they started to school.
With one hand burnt and his disposition badly
injured, Henry rumaged through the cellar and pan-
try in a frantic effort to find a cook-book and some-
thing to cook. He found some canned goods from
which he selected a can of peaches, a can of sweet-
potatoes, a can of peas, and a can of salmon. As
the "amateur househusband" began slashing reck-
lessly into the top of a can, the can-opener undiplo-
matically slipped, causing the wielder to gash his
hand on the ragged edge of the lid. Howling in
anguish, he bound up the cut and proceeded more
slowly. Having completed his task, he called the
children in to partake of the "tin" dinner. The peas
were partially prepared but since the cook couldn't
find the cook-book he was not to be censured if
things weren't altogether edible. The remainder of
the victuals was cold.
The younger inmates disposed of, the washing
was resumed. As Mr. Obstinate turned to the boil-
ing clothes, he looked with awe upon the strangely
colored water. He gingerly picked up a garment
and after careful inspection recognized his ex-best
white shirt, ex-best--for, alas--one sleeve was a
dingy black and the front was an elegant mottled
red. He limply stood gazing at his neighbor's beau-
tiful white shirt, tauntingly waving on the line.
Mystified, he hunted for the wash-board and tub;
then he went to work. After hours of real labor
at the wash-board, in which the only thing that was
accomplished was the further disfigurement of his
hands and what appeared like the last stages of
lumbago in his back, he gave up in despair. He sat
down, gazed from the best suit of clothes all wet
and dabbed with flour, to his hands all red and
blistered, then to the kitchen which looked as though
a small tornado had just passed through it.
As the victim was brooding over some of the evils
in life, the lesser Obstinates trooped in. As usual,
they were on the brink of starvation and since it
was nearly five o'clock, supper loomed up before
Henry's eyes. Supper is generally a soothing thought
to most people, but to Henry it was a dancing figure
dressed in red and possessing two extremely long,
pointed horns which protruded from above either
eye. Mary produced a cook-book and Henry donned
the chef's cap once more, armed himself with spoons
and flour, then proceeded to make biscuits.
Now, the neighborhood owned in joint-partnership,
three common black cats which had just discovered
the Obstinate family's bowl of milk that Henry had
so innocently placed on the porch to keep cool.
40
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 43)
Description
[page 43]
[corresponds to page 41 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
These domesticated quadripeds had unanimously vot-
ed to consume that opaque fluid at the same mo-
ment that Henry, unsuspectingly, glanced out. In
rage, he jumped at such an exhibition but the ex-
hibitors jumped quicker. While Henry was wrath-
fully viewing the enhancing picture that the three
anthracitic felines, each licking his jaws and each
reposing on the fence, made against the horizon, he
became conscious of a peculiar odor. Henry ran
back into the kitchen--but, alas!--his culinary art,
the biscuits, were perfect pictures of mud turtles
huddled under their shells, and in fact they felt much
the same too! Poor Henry felt as though his cran-
ial cavity was almost devoid of that desired sub-
stance, grey-matter.
The next morning Mrs. Obstinate was amused
when a telegram arrived which was written thus:
"Come home. Sick. Choose washer."
-MILDRED CAVIN, '23.
Sheer Luck Combs
An Original Story of Deductive Reasoning
By the Author
THE MISSING SPARK PLUG
Sheer Luck sat in his den deeply engaged in study
and profound reflection. He had, just two days be-
fore finished deducting the facts in the case of Elu-
sive Killem, which on the previous day had led to
the arrest of that gentlemen; and now he was try-
ing to solve the problem of the capture of Slim Jim
by the Bingville police force.
The butler entered and handed him a card an-
nouncing Miss Billionaires.
"Show her in," said Sheer Luck.
She entered, tall, stately, and handsome, wearing
a dress of the latest production of the designer's art.
"What's the trouble?" asked Sheer Luck Combs,
unconcernedly.
"May I speak confidentially?" asked the beautiful
blond.
"Sure."
"Well, then, I have come to have you solve the
intricate problem concerning the missing spark plug
in my limousine. You know I had a car made to
order with a peculiar spark plug, which cannot be
duplicated. If you can keep a secret, I shall tell
you one. The Count De von Marrymoney, of Bo-
logne, and I were to elope in this very car, so it
would be quite provoking to spoil all the romantic
sensations by using any other now. My father does
not favor my marriage with the count, but of course
it would not be romantic if father and mother both
agreed to the union."
"I see, I see."
"But about the spark plug," continued Miss Bil-
lionaires, "I always carry that on the end of a gold
chain about my neck so no one can drive the car
but myself. The plug resembles an antique locket.
At night I place it in a small vault which no one
knows about except myself. It is in my own room
and impossible to be seen, since it is so well con-
cealed."
"Well, then, you mean to say that it was stolen
from your vault last night at twelve o'clock by a
person who entered--you know not how--and van-
ished even more mysteriously when you sat up in
bed."
"Wonderful! How did you know?" asked the
amazed beauty.
"Very simple. I just deducted it from your talk."
"Then can you assist me in finding the valuable
article?"
"Certainly. It is this moment in your father's
posession. He has it in his right-hand vest pocket."
"But how do you know?"
"Since you ask, I shall explain. Your father did
not want you to marry the count?"
"No."
"He knew you were going to elope in your car,
because you told your mother and she is a woman.
Your father knew that the car had but one spark
plug, and he also knew of the vault, because he saw
you open it one night when you were unaware of his
presence. Mr. Dexterous Sharp, the magician and
pickpocket, as well as the contortionist and hypno-
tist, wanted to earn two hundred and fifty dollars,
so he burglarized your father's house--by his con-
sent--and secured the article. It is now in your
father's vest pocket, because most men carry valu-
ables there, for a while at least."
"A wonderful and amazing intellect!" said the
swan-like creature. "But how can I secure the
plug?"
"Give Mr. Sharp five hundred to rob your dad."
"Good! I'll do so immediately. But where can I
find Mr. Sharp?"
"Next room to the right. He's my partner."
Thus Uncle Sam lost another billion heiress, but
Sheer Luck Combs continues to deduce evidence from
nothing, and has a world-wide fame.
-EDNA WOOD, '24.
41
[corresponds to page 41 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
These domesticated quadripeds had unanimously vot-
ed to consume that opaque fluid at the same mo-
ment that Henry, unsuspectingly, glanced out. In
rage, he jumped at such an exhibition but the ex-
hibitors jumped quicker. While Henry was wrath-
fully viewing the enhancing picture that the three
anthracitic felines, each licking his jaws and each
reposing on the fence, made against the horizon, he
became conscious of a peculiar odor. Henry ran
back into the kitchen--but, alas!--his culinary art,
the biscuits, were perfect pictures of mud turtles
huddled under their shells, and in fact they felt much
the same too! Poor Henry felt as though his cran-
ial cavity was almost devoid of that desired sub-
stance, grey-matter.
The next morning Mrs. Obstinate was amused
when a telegram arrived which was written thus:
"Come home. Sick. Choose washer."
-MILDRED CAVIN, '23.
Sheer Luck Combs
An Original Story of Deductive Reasoning
By the Author
THE MISSING SPARK PLUG
Sheer Luck sat in his den deeply engaged in study
and profound reflection. He had, just two days be-
fore finished deducting the facts in the case of Elu-
sive Killem, which on the previous day had led to
the arrest of that gentlemen; and now he was try-
ing to solve the problem of the capture of Slim Jim
by the Bingville police force.
The butler entered and handed him a card an-
nouncing Miss Billionaires.
"Show her in," said Sheer Luck.
She entered, tall, stately, and handsome, wearing
a dress of the latest production of the designer's art.
"What's the trouble?" asked Sheer Luck Combs,
unconcernedly.
"May I speak confidentially?" asked the beautiful
blond.
"Sure."
"Well, then, I have come to have you solve the
intricate problem concerning the missing spark plug
in my limousine. You know I had a car made to
order with a peculiar spark plug, which cannot be
duplicated. If you can keep a secret, I shall tell
you one. The Count De von Marrymoney, of Bo-
logne, and I were to elope in this very car, so it
would be quite provoking to spoil all the romantic
sensations by using any other now. My father does
not favor my marriage with the count, but of course
it would not be romantic if father and mother both
agreed to the union."
"I see, I see."
"But about the spark plug," continued Miss Bil-
lionaires, "I always carry that on the end of a gold
chain about my neck so no one can drive the car
but myself. The plug resembles an antique locket.
At night I place it in a small vault which no one
knows about except myself. It is in my own room
and impossible to be seen, since it is so well con-
cealed."
"Well, then, you mean to say that it was stolen
from your vault last night at twelve o'clock by a
person who entered--you know not how--and van-
ished even more mysteriously when you sat up in
bed."
"Wonderful! How did you know?" asked the
amazed beauty.
"Very simple. I just deducted it from your talk."
"Then can you assist me in finding the valuable
article?"
"Certainly. It is this moment in your father's
posession. He has it in his right-hand vest pocket."
"But how do you know?"
"Since you ask, I shall explain. Your father did
not want you to marry the count?"
"No."
"He knew you were going to elope in your car,
because you told your mother and she is a woman.
Your father knew that the car had but one spark
plug, and he also knew of the vault, because he saw
you open it one night when you were unaware of his
presence. Mr. Dexterous Sharp, the magician and
pickpocket, as well as the contortionist and hypno-
tist, wanted to earn two hundred and fifty dollars,
so he burglarized your father's house--by his con-
sent--and secured the article. It is now in your
father's vest pocket, because most men carry valu-
ables there, for a while at least."
"A wonderful and amazing intellect!" said the
swan-like creature. "But how can I secure the
plug?"
"Give Mr. Sharp five hundred to rob your dad."
"Good! I'll do so immediately. But where can I
find Mr. Sharp?"
"Next room to the right. He's my partner."
Thus Uncle Sam lost another billion heiress, but
Sheer Luck Combs continues to deduce evidence from
nothing, and has a world-wide fame.
-EDNA WOOD, '24.
41
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 44)
Description
[page 44]
[corresponds to page 42 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
Joe Strikes for Liberty
Not long ago, Mr. Ireland, of the Dispatch, took a
trip into Kentucky. The Sunday after his return,
the "Passing Show" was filled with cartoons of what
he had seen there, and his comments upon them.
Among them was a touching little illustration de-
picting an old mountaineer climbing up the trail on
horseback, while his better half labored along be-
hind him on a mule, most dejectedly. It was evi-
dently Mr. Ireland's purpose to illustrate the habit-
ual position of a mountaineer's lady, and so far as I
know, he is right in assuming that the greater por-
tion of Kentucky women do shirk along behind their
husbands; slaves, living only for their master's
pleasure.
But there is an exception. Indeed in the case of
which I am about to speak, the accepted positions of
husband and wife were just reversed.
It seems that Joe and Lizzie, his wife, lived in
hardworking comfort in a more or less spacious
shack on the farm of a well-to-do mountaineer. Liz-
zie worked hard, and Joe, spurred on by a stimulus
the nature of which only husbands know, did like-
wise. Joe's loftiest ambition was to sit around all
day in the sun, bare as to feet and vacant as to mind,
and with the assurance of three good meals a day
and a soft bed at night, watch Lizzie hang out the
clothes. Of these, the most longed for privilege and
the one most improbable of fulfillment, was that of
watching Lizzie hang out the clothes. For whatever
part Joe may have had in the weekly rite of washing
was emphatically not that of onlooker. In fact he
was never idle; if Lizzie didn't want him to help her
wash, she ordered him to mind the baby or stir the
beans. And Joe, of course, had a man's aversion to
all of these housewifely duties.
Those who knew the state of affairs at the Tolliver
home were fond of telling a story about poor Joe.
They said that Mr. Warren, on whose farm Joe's
shack stood, had once asked him to help with the
hay. Joe, torn between a wholesome awe of his wife
and a desire to do a real man's work with real men
for the first time in his married life, stumbled and
quavered, but finally managed to convey the idea that
to pitch hay would be his dearest delight, but he
"kinda thought Lizzie wuz washin' today; he didn't
know ef she wuz er not, but he reckoned he'd better
go ask her fore he decided."
So ask her he did, only to find that Lizzie wanted
to go to an all-day revival meeting and had decreed
that Joe's place was in the home. Lizzie was not
particularly diplomatic about it, and she did not
realize that every road has a winding. Neither did
she realize that Joe was aware of the fact that he
was the laughing stock of the community; that he
was tired of her ceaseless dominion; and that to his
sluggish mind at last had come the realization that
he could escape. Ignorant of all these things, how-
ever, she went her pious way, never doubting Joe's
fidelity.
On her return, she found the shack emp-
ty; even the baby was gone. Eventually the baby
was found asleep by the creek her feet trailing in
the water, and Lizzie's anxieties were stilled. Joe
could look out for himself. She never thought of
him until her beans got burnt from lack of the usual
stirring, or on wash day.
As for Joe, he was not far away. He had simply
gone down the road and across the river to Blue
Bonnet, where he got a position in the mines. The
hours were short, the pay sufficient, and no one ques-
tioned his right to chew his tobacco unceasingly or
to sleep whenever he wanted to. He never thought
of Lizzie except at meal time, for in spite of her
shrewish tendencies, Lizzie was a good cook, and he
had always been well fed. But the food now avail-
able was not of the best, and no matter if he was
plebian in most respects, Joe's stomach was aristo-
cratic. Then, too, the work at the mines we begin-
ning to pall upon him.
Finally, like other great men of history, Joe was
conquered by his appetite and he went home to his
loving spouse. She greeted him stolidly, betraying
no surprise or any other emotion, but Joe was used
to that. If he had any qualms, one glance at the
clothes-line was enough to dispel them. He said,
"Liz, give yuh a dollar a week fer room 'n board."
Liz's lips said nothing but her eyes did. In response,
Joe drew out one of his dollars. He continued, "One
dollar, three meals a day an' room. You 'n me be
strangers to one 'nother." He meant by this that
he did not intend to do the washing, but he was too
delicate to say so.
Lizzie agreed, and got her sister to come and pay
her a visit. Joe got his three meals, but his room
was the kitchen and his bed the floor, for the only
other room besides the kitchen was occupied by Liz-
zie, her sister, and the baby.
In spite of this and a few like draw-backs, Joe
was very well pleased, for in his role of stranger
and roomer, he was never nagged at or made to
stir the beans. But he reached the zenith of his
glory when he was the joy of sitting on the grass
42
[corresponds to page 42 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
Joe Strikes for Liberty
Not long ago, Mr. Ireland, of the Dispatch, took a
trip into Kentucky. The Sunday after his return,
the "Passing Show" was filled with cartoons of what
he had seen there, and his comments upon them.
Among them was a touching little illustration de-
picting an old mountaineer climbing up the trail on
horseback, while his better half labored along be-
hind him on a mule, most dejectedly. It was evi-
dently Mr. Ireland's purpose to illustrate the habit-
ual position of a mountaineer's lady, and so far as I
know, he is right in assuming that the greater por-
tion of Kentucky women do shirk along behind their
husbands; slaves, living only for their master's
pleasure.
But there is an exception. Indeed in the case of
which I am about to speak, the accepted positions of
husband and wife were just reversed.
It seems that Joe and Lizzie, his wife, lived in
hardworking comfort in a more or less spacious
shack on the farm of a well-to-do mountaineer. Liz-
zie worked hard, and Joe, spurred on by a stimulus
the nature of which only husbands know, did like-
wise. Joe's loftiest ambition was to sit around all
day in the sun, bare as to feet and vacant as to mind,
and with the assurance of three good meals a day
and a soft bed at night, watch Lizzie hang out the
clothes. Of these, the most longed for privilege and
the one most improbable of fulfillment, was that of
watching Lizzie hang out the clothes. For whatever
part Joe may have had in the weekly rite of washing
was emphatically not that of onlooker. In fact he
was never idle; if Lizzie didn't want him to help her
wash, she ordered him to mind the baby or stir the
beans. And Joe, of course, had a man's aversion to
all of these housewifely duties.
Those who knew the state of affairs at the Tolliver
home were fond of telling a story about poor Joe.
They said that Mr. Warren, on whose farm Joe's
shack stood, had once asked him to help with the
hay. Joe, torn between a wholesome awe of his wife
and a desire to do a real man's work with real men
for the first time in his married life, stumbled and
quavered, but finally managed to convey the idea that
to pitch hay would be his dearest delight, but he
"kinda thought Lizzie wuz washin' today; he didn't
know ef she wuz er not, but he reckoned he'd better
go ask her fore he decided."
So ask her he did, only to find that Lizzie wanted
to go to an all-day revival meeting and had decreed
that Joe's place was in the home. Lizzie was not
particularly diplomatic about it, and she did not
realize that every road has a winding. Neither did
she realize that Joe was aware of the fact that he
was the laughing stock of the community; that he
was tired of her ceaseless dominion; and that to his
sluggish mind at last had come the realization that
he could escape. Ignorant of all these things, how-
ever, she went her pious way, never doubting Joe's
fidelity.
On her return, she found the shack emp-
ty; even the baby was gone. Eventually the baby
was found asleep by the creek her feet trailing in
the water, and Lizzie's anxieties were stilled. Joe
could look out for himself. She never thought of
him until her beans got burnt from lack of the usual
stirring, or on wash day.
As for Joe, he was not far away. He had simply
gone down the road and across the river to Blue
Bonnet, where he got a position in the mines. The
hours were short, the pay sufficient, and no one ques-
tioned his right to chew his tobacco unceasingly or
to sleep whenever he wanted to. He never thought
of Lizzie except at meal time, for in spite of her
shrewish tendencies, Lizzie was a good cook, and he
had always been well fed. But the food now avail-
able was not of the best, and no matter if he was
plebian in most respects, Joe's stomach was aristo-
cratic. Then, too, the work at the mines we begin-
ning to pall upon him.
Finally, like other great men of history, Joe was
conquered by his appetite and he went home to his
loving spouse. She greeted him stolidly, betraying
no surprise or any other emotion, but Joe was used
to that. If he had any qualms, one glance at the
clothes-line was enough to dispel them. He said,
"Liz, give yuh a dollar a week fer room 'n board."
Liz's lips said nothing but her eyes did. In response,
Joe drew out one of his dollars. He continued, "One
dollar, three meals a day an' room. You 'n me be
strangers to one 'nother." He meant by this that
he did not intend to do the washing, but he was too
delicate to say so.
Lizzie agreed, and got her sister to come and pay
her a visit. Joe got his three meals, but his room
was the kitchen and his bed the floor, for the only
other room besides the kitchen was occupied by Liz-
zie, her sister, and the baby.
In spite of this and a few like draw-backs, Joe
was very well pleased, for in his role of stranger
and roomer, he was never nagged at or made to
stir the beans. But he reached the zenith of his
glory when he was the joy of sitting on the grass
42
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 45)
Description
[page 45]
[corresponds to page 43 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
less plot which was the yard, watching Lizzie hang
out the clothes.
All went well for a few weeks, but the time came
when the stock of dollars was exhausted. He knew
that Lizzie's good food and shelter would be no long-
er forthcoming without the weekly dollar. The cold
weather, too, was coming on, and the need of shoes
was beginning to be felt. Lizzie was adament in her
refusal to get out his winter clothing. In her own
words, "I ain't a-goin' to let no stranger war my
husban's close."
In despair, Joe departed once more for the mines,
only to find that they were closed. There was no
work in the town; Blue Bonnet had settled into its
customary winter stupor.
Luck was against him wherever he turned. He
felt in his ragged pocket for his old standby, his
"plug o' tobaccy," and brought his hand out, empty
save for one lonely nickel. With it he could have
invested in more tobacco but he knew that if he did,
the luxury of riding across the river in "the boat"
would never be his, for Ma McCoy, the slatternly
woman who lived on the opposite bank and whose
leaky, home-made skiff was the only ferry, was
exacting in her demands for payment. He renounc-
ed his longed-for "chaw," signalled to her, and she
rowed across and pulled up on the shore. He paid
no attention to her shrill command to "stan' up in
th' middle, 'n mebbe she'll swarp off'n th' bank
better." He was engrossed in his thoughts.
All too quickly the skiff reached the opposite
shore, his last nickel was in Ma's grimy fist, and
he was plodding up the mountain road wondering
where his next meal was to come from and where
he would sleep that night. To worry was foreign
to his nature; he believed, without reasoning, that
when the time came a course would open.
He became colder and more miserable every min-
ute, but at last he approached the shack and turned
into the yard. As he went into the kitchen he stum-
bled over the baby playing in the dirt in the door-
way. Picking her up, he awkwardly soothed her
cries and went into the kitchen. A familiar odor
greeted his nostrils, a familiar scene, his eyes. Lizzie
was washing. He was cold; he was hungry. The
room was warm and a kettle of beans boiled on the
stove.
He looked out the door; the wind was rising and the
sky was gray with cold. Joe turned again to the
kitchen and, without a word, lifted a tub of dirty
clothes to the floor and stepped into it, his feet
slopping the warm water and stamping the dirt from
the clothes in the fashion approved by the moun-
taineer housewives. His zeal was pathetic.
Lizzie said nothing; she understood. She disap-
peared and presently returned with a pair of clumsy
boots and thick sox.
"Gittin' cold," she remarked. "Better put on them
boots whin yuh git through. Stir th' beans."
-ANNE BOOTON, '22
One Saturday in the Ten Cent Store
There was a time when the word "clerk" brought
to my mind the picture of an untidy, uneducated, and
unrefined young woman. However, I have since
changed my views and now I realize that, although
she may not be a college graduate, the same young
lady is clean and intelligent, and often more sens-
ible than many of the girls who are graduated from
the best university.
To be sure much more is demanded of the shop
girl today: if she be lacking in intelligence and
quick-witted mastery of a situation, she will soon
lose her place; she must be able to meet all kinds of
people pleasantly; she must be able to understand
those who cannot or do not speak clearly; she must
be able to make out the numerous reports and lists
required by the management; she must be accurate
in everything, particularly in accounting for stock,
in ringing money in the register, and in making
change, for, if she is not accurate, she will probably
get such a tongue-lashing from some irate customer
that she will flinch for a week.
The clerk must always be prompt in the morning
and at noon, prompt to wait upon the people and
to answer their questions, which are often very fool-
ish. She must always have a smile, no matter what
may be hidden back of it; she must be polite under
all circumstances--a duty which is, I think, the most
difficult, because it is human nature to want to speak
for one's self, especially if wrongly accused. But
the girl behind the counter must smother her feel-
ings and calmly listen to anything the customer
wishes to say. She must never show impatience
even though a lady should take all day to decide
whether she wishes a five or a ten-cent pair of shoe
43
[corresponds to page 43 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
less plot which was the yard, watching Lizzie hang
out the clothes.
All went well for a few weeks, but the time came
when the stock of dollars was exhausted. He knew
that Lizzie's good food and shelter would be no long-
er forthcoming without the weekly dollar. The cold
weather, too, was coming on, and the need of shoes
was beginning to be felt. Lizzie was adament in her
refusal to get out his winter clothing. In her own
words, "I ain't a-goin' to let no stranger war my
husban's close."
In despair, Joe departed once more for the mines,
only to find that they were closed. There was no
work in the town; Blue Bonnet had settled into its
customary winter stupor.
Luck was against him wherever he turned. He
felt in his ragged pocket for his old standby, his
"plug o' tobaccy," and brought his hand out, empty
save for one lonely nickel. With it he could have
invested in more tobacco but he knew that if he did,
the luxury of riding across the river in "the boat"
would never be his, for Ma McCoy, the slatternly
woman who lived on the opposite bank and whose
leaky, home-made skiff was the only ferry, was
exacting in her demands for payment. He renounc-
ed his longed-for "chaw," signalled to her, and she
rowed across and pulled up on the shore. He paid
no attention to her shrill command to "stan' up in
th' middle, 'n mebbe she'll swarp off'n th' bank
better." He was engrossed in his thoughts.
All too quickly the skiff reached the opposite
shore, his last nickel was in Ma's grimy fist, and
he was plodding up the mountain road wondering
where his next meal was to come from and where
he would sleep that night. To worry was foreign
to his nature; he believed, without reasoning, that
when the time came a course would open.
He became colder and more miserable every min-
ute, but at last he approached the shack and turned
into the yard. As he went into the kitchen he stum-
bled over the baby playing in the dirt in the door-
way. Picking her up, he awkwardly soothed her
cries and went into the kitchen. A familiar odor
greeted his nostrils, a familiar scene, his eyes. Lizzie
was washing. He was cold; he was hungry. The
room was warm and a kettle of beans boiled on the
stove.
He looked out the door; the wind was rising and the
sky was gray with cold. Joe turned again to the
kitchen and, without a word, lifted a tub of dirty
clothes to the floor and stepped into it, his feet
slopping the warm water and stamping the dirt from
the clothes in the fashion approved by the moun-
taineer housewives. His zeal was pathetic.
Lizzie said nothing; she understood. She disap-
peared and presently returned with a pair of clumsy
boots and thick sox.
"Gittin' cold," she remarked. "Better put on them
boots whin yuh git through. Stir th' beans."
-ANNE BOOTON, '22
One Saturday in the Ten Cent Store
There was a time when the word "clerk" brought
to my mind the picture of an untidy, uneducated, and
unrefined young woman. However, I have since
changed my views and now I realize that, although
she may not be a college graduate, the same young
lady is clean and intelligent, and often more sens-
ible than many of the girls who are graduated from
the best university.
To be sure much more is demanded of the shop
girl today: if she be lacking in intelligence and
quick-witted mastery of a situation, she will soon
lose her place; she must be able to meet all kinds of
people pleasantly; she must be able to understand
those who cannot or do not speak clearly; she must
be able to make out the numerous reports and lists
required by the management; she must be accurate
in everything, particularly in accounting for stock,
in ringing money in the register, and in making
change, for, if she is not accurate, she will probably
get such a tongue-lashing from some irate customer
that she will flinch for a week.
The clerk must always be prompt in the morning
and at noon, prompt to wait upon the people and
to answer their questions, which are often very fool-
ish. She must always have a smile, no matter what
may be hidden back of it; she must be polite under
all circumstances--a duty which is, I think, the most
difficult, because it is human nature to want to speak
for one's self, especially if wrongly accused. But
the girl behind the counter must smother her feel-
ings and calmly listen to anything the customer
wishes to say. She must never show impatience
even though a lady should take all day to decide
whether she wishes a five or a ten-cent pair of shoe
43
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 46)
Description
[page 46]
[corresponds to page 44 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
laces, a mock diamond or ruby ring.
On the other hand the clerk has many pleasures,
and enjoys many good times with the other girls.
Then, too, there is the enjoyment of work well done
and a day well spent. To the school girl, working
in the store one day a week is all pleasure, for she
does not have any of the hardwork to do; and, be-
sides the rest from the monotony of school routine,
she has an easy way of getting spending money
without having to ask father each time.
Furthermore, such work gives one an excellent
chance to study kinds of people and characters.
There is the flashily dressed young girl who buys a
ten-cent box of rouge and takes from her purse a
ten-dollar bill with which to pay; and the aristo-
cratic lady who looks at all the perfumes and asks,
"Is this all the kind of perfume you've got?" In
contrast to these types is the poor mother, who looks
as if she had not as much as seen a new dress since
her wedding day, with a half dozen ragged little chil-
dren about her. She has, perhaps, fifty cents in her
worn pocket-book, which she spends upon cheap
toys and candy for her young brood.
There are two types of college girls, the snob and
the non-snob. The non-snob wears a pleasing smile
and treats the clerk as an equal, while the snob
sails along with a high-and-mighty air seeming to
think the clerk was made to serve her; and the un-
usual part of it is that most often the snob is unbe-
comingly dressed, and looks as if she might have a
mother at home who, wrinkled and careworn, wash-
es in order to earn money enough to give her daugh-
ter a good education. Following this "malforma-
tion," in a class by herself, is the young business
girl who is much more considerate of others and
who is a delight to wait upon; she has had some
experience with people and knows how the clerk
feels.
Then comes the young married man whose wife
has sent him for a hair net. He doesn't know what
color, whether it should be single or double meshed,
with or without elastic,--or just a hair net. If she
wants some crochet-cotton, the young husband, pick-
ing up a spool of black darning cotton, will inquire,
"Is this the only color crochet thread you have?"
And so on through the whole list of patrons.
From the richest to the poorest, from the largest
to the smallest, one can tell who and what they are
by the way they walk, talk, and act. Although there
are many trying incidents, the funny ones are by far
the more numerous, and the experience is worth
while to any girl, for it helps to broaden her views
and make her more thoughtful of others.
-ALICE RUSH, '23.
The Poet's Belief
The realm in which the poet-soul dwells is un-
doubtedly a far-away world to the ordinary man.
The spirit of poetry bursts forth from a heart,--not
from a mind,--a heart that is overflowing with the
deepest conceivable passions. An understanding of
and a sympathy for the feelings of his fellowmen
is a great essential to the true poet, for the readers
of his works look not only for pleasure and enjoy-
ment from his pen, but rather for a helpful, an up-
lifting thought that will duly pay them for the time
they spend with him.
Many have written jingles, love songs, and dra-
matic narrative poems, which have gained much ap-
plause; but would these alone suffice if we could
not learn to know the poet by the expression of his
beliefs? If there be poetry in him, his whole soul
summons this expression, whereby we come to
know him, and if he can supply us with that uplift-
ing, that moving quality for which we have searched,
does it not seem that he is near and in fond company
with the living God of Wisdom?
But what are we to say of two who are recognized
as being among the world's best producers of verse,
--Homer and Virgil? Their seemingly immortal works
bespeak the fact that they must have a god--that is,
a source of inspiration, hope, and higher ideals; but
was this the Heavenly Father? We have proof, too,
that Virgil's belief lay not in one god, but in many
gods, not all of whom were faultless.
However, the lack of consciousness of divine sym-
pathy upon the part of these early composers who
had not yet the witness of Christ, forbids the inter-
pretation of their real personalities. In the realm
of superstition they are lost, and the valuable and
interesting material left us by them leaves us with
an inexpressible coldness.
What a different effect is produced by the cherish-
ed memorials of those others who felt the divine
touch! How many have been comforted by the
soothing melody of the imperishable faith of Tenny-
son! His lines
"For so the whole round earth is every way
Bound by gold chains about the feet of God"
are the key to his immense chamber of understand-
ing and sympathy. In the possession of these tal-
ents, our "Idyll" poet stands not alone, for by his
side marches an army of trustful servants, the man-
ifestation of whose beliefs in the All-Powerful One
is inestimable. In these lines from Lanier's
"Marshes of Glynn"
"As the marsh hen secretly builds on the watery
sod,
44
[corresponds to page 44 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
laces, a mock diamond or ruby ring.
On the other hand the clerk has many pleasures,
and enjoys many good times with the other girls.
Then, too, there is the enjoyment of work well done
and a day well spent. To the school girl, working
in the store one day a week is all pleasure, for she
does not have any of the hardwork to do; and, be-
sides the rest from the monotony of school routine,
she has an easy way of getting spending money
without having to ask father each time.
Furthermore, such work gives one an excellent
chance to study kinds of people and characters.
There is the flashily dressed young girl who buys a
ten-cent box of rouge and takes from her purse a
ten-dollar bill with which to pay; and the aristo-
cratic lady who looks at all the perfumes and asks,
"Is this all the kind of perfume you've got?" In
contrast to these types is the poor mother, who looks
as if she had not as much as seen a new dress since
her wedding day, with a half dozen ragged little chil-
dren about her. She has, perhaps, fifty cents in her
worn pocket-book, which she spends upon cheap
toys and candy for her young brood.
There are two types of college girls, the snob and
the non-snob. The non-snob wears a pleasing smile
and treats the clerk as an equal, while the snob
sails along with a high-and-mighty air seeming to
think the clerk was made to serve her; and the un-
usual part of it is that most often the snob is unbe-
comingly dressed, and looks as if she might have a
mother at home who, wrinkled and careworn, wash-
es in order to earn money enough to give her daugh-
ter a good education. Following this "malforma-
tion," in a class by herself, is the young business
girl who is much more considerate of others and
who is a delight to wait upon; she has had some
experience with people and knows how the clerk
feels.
Then comes the young married man whose wife
has sent him for a hair net. He doesn't know what
color, whether it should be single or double meshed,
with or without elastic,--or just a hair net. If she
wants some crochet-cotton, the young husband, pick-
ing up a spool of black darning cotton, will inquire,
"Is this the only color crochet thread you have?"
And so on through the whole list of patrons.
From the richest to the poorest, from the largest
to the smallest, one can tell who and what they are
by the way they walk, talk, and act. Although there
are many trying incidents, the funny ones are by far
the more numerous, and the experience is worth
while to any girl, for it helps to broaden her views
and make her more thoughtful of others.
-ALICE RUSH, '23.
The Poet's Belief
The realm in which the poet-soul dwells is un-
doubtedly a far-away world to the ordinary man.
The spirit of poetry bursts forth from a heart,--not
from a mind,--a heart that is overflowing with the
deepest conceivable passions. An understanding of
and a sympathy for the feelings of his fellowmen
is a great essential to the true poet, for the readers
of his works look not only for pleasure and enjoy-
ment from his pen, but rather for a helpful, an up-
lifting thought that will duly pay them for the time
they spend with him.
Many have written jingles, love songs, and dra-
matic narrative poems, which have gained much ap-
plause; but would these alone suffice if we could
not learn to know the poet by the expression of his
beliefs? If there be poetry in him, his whole soul
summons this expression, whereby we come to
know him, and if he can supply us with that uplift-
ing, that moving quality for which we have searched,
does it not seem that he is near and in fond company
with the living God of Wisdom?
But what are we to say of two who are recognized
as being among the world's best producers of verse,
--Homer and Virgil? Their seemingly immortal works
bespeak the fact that they must have a god--that is,
a source of inspiration, hope, and higher ideals; but
was this the Heavenly Father? We have proof, too,
that Virgil's belief lay not in one god, but in many
gods, not all of whom were faultless.
However, the lack of consciousness of divine sym-
pathy upon the part of these early composers who
had not yet the witness of Christ, forbids the inter-
pretation of their real personalities. In the realm
of superstition they are lost, and the valuable and
interesting material left us by them leaves us with
an inexpressible coldness.
What a different effect is produced by the cherish-
ed memorials of those others who felt the divine
touch! How many have been comforted by the
soothing melody of the imperishable faith of Tenny-
son! His lines
"For so the whole round earth is every way
Bound by gold chains about the feet of God"
are the key to his immense chamber of understand-
ing and sympathy. In the possession of these tal-
ents, our "Idyll" poet stands not alone, for by his
side marches an army of trustful servants, the man-
ifestation of whose beliefs in the All-Powerful One
is inestimable. In these lines from Lanier's
"Marshes of Glynn"
"As the marsh hen secretly builds on the watery
sod,
44
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 47)
Description
[page 47]
[corresponds to page 45 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
Behold I will build me a nest on the greatness of
God"
is portrayed his absolute confidence in this One
which makes his work both beautiful and imperish-
able.
A review of the lives of others skilled in the poet-
ical art would serve as just examples of the fact
that, although undoubtedly they put their faith in
some unknown power, this was not always the God
of Love.
These poems which possess a tendency to draw
the soul toward the ethereal realms are the most
moving and eternal of these gifts. Those artists
whose pens produce these works are, perhaps, God's
best instruments for leading the world to Him.
Think of the tear-drops and smiles of rejoicing that
are prompted by the Psalms and Hymns of those
who know Him. And, after all, are not these mere-
ly an expression of man's greatest passion, Love?
-DOROTHY BARRETT, '22.
Lest We Forget
Last December Delaware High suffered the loss
of one of its best known students when George
Noble answered his final summons. He was a mem-
ber of '24, loyal and active in every phase of school
life. We shall always remember him for his win-
ning ways, his manly behavior, and his splendid
sense of good fellowship which endeared him to us
all. Until the very last, he never gave up the hope
that he would be with us again, that he would once
more share our good times in D.H.S. We cannot
help but feel that his spirit is even now with us in-
spiring us to higher endeavor.
When we think of the untold agony George went
through during the long months of his illness, it
seems that, to him, death must have been a God-
send. Even when he had reached the valley and
only awaited the time when he would solve the mys-
teries of the great beyond, he had a kind word and
a smile for his friends. It seems that nothing more
significant could express his wonderful courage
than these few lines:
"It's easy enough to be cheerful
When life flows along like a song,
But the man worth while
Is the man with a smile,
When everything goes dead wrong."
Certainly we who found such a true pal in George
can look forward to the time when, after life's for-
tunes and misfortunes are set aside, we shall find
him awaiting his friends.
-BEVERLY KELLEY, '24.
Autumn
Autumn's train comes dancing, whirling,
O'er the summer's sun-baked land,
Like a gala-day procession,
Like a pageant's motley band.
Here a dash of red and yellow;
There of purple; yonder, green;
Peasant woman's broidered kerchief;
Spanish dancer; golden sheen
Mingled with rich, royal purple,
Truly worthy of a queen.
Lasts it all but for a moment;
Fleet the vision fades away,
Yields its place in turn to Winter,
Winter, cold, and drear, and gray.
-CHARLOTTE RICE, '22.
LaJoie
One fleeting glimpse!
Far in the billowy clouds
The azure tips of my Blue Bird
I see. Alas! He, too has gone.
But no! Just overhead he turns
And darts straight down to me.
I close my eyes. I dare not look
Upon that joyous symbol.
A fluttering faint!
And then a rush of azure tips
Have brushed my cheek in passing
And left me Youth, and Love,
And best of all, a Happiness Eternal.
-ADELINE WELCH, '22.
45
[corresponds to page 45 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
Behold I will build me a nest on the greatness of
God"
is portrayed his absolute confidence in this One
which makes his work both beautiful and imperish-
able.
A review of the lives of others skilled in the poet-
ical art would serve as just examples of the fact
that, although undoubtedly they put their faith in
some unknown power, this was not always the God
of Love.
These poems which possess a tendency to draw
the soul toward the ethereal realms are the most
moving and eternal of these gifts. Those artists
whose pens produce these works are, perhaps, God's
best instruments for leading the world to Him.
Think of the tear-drops and smiles of rejoicing that
are prompted by the Psalms and Hymns of those
who know Him. And, after all, are not these mere-
ly an expression of man's greatest passion, Love?
-DOROTHY BARRETT, '22.
Lest We Forget
Last December Delaware High suffered the loss
of one of its best known students when George
Noble answered his final summons. He was a mem-
ber of '24, loyal and active in every phase of school
life. We shall always remember him for his win-
ning ways, his manly behavior, and his splendid
sense of good fellowship which endeared him to us
all. Until the very last, he never gave up the hope
that he would be with us again, that he would once
more share our good times in D.H.S. We cannot
help but feel that his spirit is even now with us in-
spiring us to higher endeavor.
When we think of the untold agony George went
through during the long months of his illness, it
seems that, to him, death must have been a God-
send. Even when he had reached the valley and
only awaited the time when he would solve the mys-
teries of the great beyond, he had a kind word and
a smile for his friends. It seems that nothing more
significant could express his wonderful courage
than these few lines:
"It's easy enough to be cheerful
When life flows along like a song,
But the man worth while
Is the man with a smile,
When everything goes dead wrong."
Certainly we who found such a true pal in George
can look forward to the time when, after life's for-
tunes and misfortunes are set aside, we shall find
him awaiting his friends.
-BEVERLY KELLEY, '24.
Autumn
Autumn's train comes dancing, whirling,
O'er the summer's sun-baked land,
Like a gala-day procession,
Like a pageant's motley band.
Here a dash of red and yellow;
There of purple; yonder, green;
Peasant woman's broidered kerchief;
Spanish dancer; golden sheen
Mingled with rich, royal purple,
Truly worthy of a queen.
Lasts it all but for a moment;
Fleet the vision fades away,
Yields its place in turn to Winter,
Winter, cold, and drear, and gray.
-CHARLOTTE RICE, '22.
LaJoie
One fleeting glimpse!
Far in the billowy clouds
The azure tips of my Blue Bird
I see. Alas! He, too has gone.
But no! Just overhead he turns
And darts straight down to me.
I close my eyes. I dare not look
Upon that joyous symbol.
A fluttering faint!
And then a rush of azure tips
Have brushed my cheek in passing
And left me Youth, and Love,
And best of all, a Happiness Eternal.
-ADELINE WELCH, '22.
45
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 48)
Description
[page 48]
[corresponds to page 46 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
Written for and dedicated to the
Delaware (O.) High School.
Alma Mater Song.
Charles E. Bodurtha, '20. Bernard Schweitzer, '21.
Andantino maestoso.
[musical score for SATB voices with piano accompaniment, in 3/4 time, key of D Major; text printed below]
Wher-e'er you go, There you may know Mem-'ries of High School will
stand;...........Thoughts of her fame, Love of her name, Will thrill you in
46
[corresponds to page 46 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
Written for and dedicated to the
Delaware (O.) High School.
Alma Mater Song.
Charles E. Bodurtha, '20. Bernard Schweitzer, '21.
Andantino maestoso.
[musical score for SATB voices with piano accompaniment, in 3/4 time, key of D Major; text printed below]
Wher-e'er you go, There you may know Mem-'ries of High School will
stand;...........Thoughts of her fame, Love of her name, Will thrill you in
46
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 49)
Description
[page 49]
[corresponds to page 47 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
ev-'ry land;........Hon-or un-stained, Fair play pro-claimed,
Sym-bol-i-zes our band. Del-a-ware High, Del-a-ware
High, This is our cry, High, High, Del-a-ware High.
Alma Mater Song--2.
47
[corresponds to page 47 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
ev-'ry land;........Hon-or un-stained, Fair play pro-claimed,
Sym-bol-i-zes our band. Del-a-ware High, Del-a-ware
High, This is our cry, High, High, Del-a-ware High.
Alma Mater Song--2.
47
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 50)
Description
[page 50]
[corresponds to page 48 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
Lullaby Lily
LULLABY LILY, sweet little
lily,
She lived in the ripples of Lullaby Lake;
And one of the breezes, the soft, summer breezes,
To Lullaby Lily a song would he make.
He loved little Lily, white Lullaby Lily,
But long upon Lullaby Lake did he sigh
Before to his singing, his soft, summer singing,
Dear Lullaby Lily would make a reply.
Then, out on the ripples, the round-running ripples,
The breeze heard the lily's soft voice, as she said,
"Oh go to the babies, the bad, bouncing babies,
Whose mammas can't soothe them and put them to
bed
To fat, funny babies, and round, rolly babies,
Their little hands clapping, their eyes all aglow;
To sad, sighing babies, and wee, wailing babies,
Their little lips trembling in wavering woe.
One dear little baby, a week, woeful baby,
Has found a cool bed under starlight and trees.
Oh, go to the mother, the wan, weeping mother,
And give her our blessing, sweet, soft, summer
breeze;
Go carry my perfume, my light, lily perfume,
(And mingle the cool of your breath as you blow)
To all of the babies, the world-weary babies,
Whose little lives long for the summer to go.
For I am the lily called Lullaby Lily,
And I want my sweetness to make the world glad."
So that's why, my darling, my dear, dainty, darling,
You're sleeping--the breeze did as lily sweet bade!
-MIRIAM STAFFORD, '23.
Cuban Dawn
I came on watch at midnight, and although the
day had been intently hot, the off-sea breeze blow-
ing over the deck of the ship had cooled things won-
derfully, and now at four o'clock it was delightfully
refreshing and without the customary sultriness that
gives one that languid sort of feeling that is always
felt near Cuba. The breeze which had been blowing
practically all night had worn itself out, and in that
calm grayness just before the dawn, the ocean as-
sumed a mirrored smoothness in its very stillness.
There was not a sound save that of my own foot-
steps as I walked up and down the deck. It was yet
but a short hour till dawn, and a creeping sense of
oncoming light added to the breathless intensity, an
intensity like that felt by the soldier at the zero hour
of a charge.
In the magical shifting of the shadows, there was
seen, but a few feet above the horizon, a bank of
clouds, the under line of which seemed to rest paral-
lel with the ocean, the upper a jagged line, like the
blade of a giant saw, the whole forming a sort of
sensitive screen about the lower edge of the eastern
sky. Gradually the dull grayness became transfused
with a gorgeous royal purple, lined with a delicate
pink; then as the sun rose slowly through its heaven-
ly path, it changed in an instant the azure of the
ocean to a perfect sea of gold, flooding the world, it
seemed, with a Midas-like splendor. An artist would
never dare attempt to paint a picture like that, for
its rich and mellow beauty in unbelievable unless
one can see it in its natural grandeur.
But the scene changed: the sun was lifted behind
the screen and the sea of gold melted and resumed
its former serene azure with but a trace of gold.
Again a new scene was created before me. The sun,
now risen beyond the screen, smothered the ocean in
a dazzling brilliant pink, with still a touch of gold
intermingling with that rich blue seen only in a
southern sky; a very riot of colors one would say,
yet softened and subdued like the mellow beauty of
a rose.
I turned from the ocean view, and looked but a
short distance to the entrance of Santiago Bay, with
Morro Castle in ruins standing as a reminder of its
old guardianship over the harbor. The soft gray of
the Castle stood out from the background of the low
white buildings on the slope of the hills beyond. The
trees, the bushes, the grass, the very hills them-
selves seemed green--a deep, rich, emerald green
that brought out the beauty and brilliance of the
buildings like the setting of a diamond.
The ship's bell struck five. What! An hour wast-
ed in merely looking at the scenery Wasted? Ah,
no; for these scenes have left a picture, nay, a vision,
too beautiful to be real,--a scene I shall never forget.
WILLIAM E. JONES, '22.
48
[corresponds to page 48 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
Lullaby Lily
LULLABY LILY, sweet little
lily,
She lived in the ripples of Lullaby Lake;
And one of the breezes, the soft, summer breezes,
To Lullaby Lily a song would he make.
He loved little Lily, white Lullaby Lily,
But long upon Lullaby Lake did he sigh
Before to his singing, his soft, summer singing,
Dear Lullaby Lily would make a reply.
Then, out on the ripples, the round-running ripples,
The breeze heard the lily's soft voice, as she said,
"Oh go to the babies, the bad, bouncing babies,
Whose mammas can't soothe them and put them to
bed
To fat, funny babies, and round, rolly babies,
Their little hands clapping, their eyes all aglow;
To sad, sighing babies, and wee, wailing babies,
Their little lips trembling in wavering woe.
One dear little baby, a week, woeful baby,
Has found a cool bed under starlight and trees.
Oh, go to the mother, the wan, weeping mother,
And give her our blessing, sweet, soft, summer
breeze;
Go carry my perfume, my light, lily perfume,
(And mingle the cool of your breath as you blow)
To all of the babies, the world-weary babies,
Whose little lives long for the summer to go.
For I am the lily called Lullaby Lily,
And I want my sweetness to make the world glad."
So that's why, my darling, my dear, dainty, darling,
You're sleeping--the breeze did as lily sweet bade!
-MIRIAM STAFFORD, '23.
Cuban Dawn
I came on watch at midnight, and although the
day had been intently hot, the off-sea breeze blow-
ing over the deck of the ship had cooled things won-
derfully, and now at four o'clock it was delightfully
refreshing and without the customary sultriness that
gives one that languid sort of feeling that is always
felt near Cuba. The breeze which had been blowing
practically all night had worn itself out, and in that
calm grayness just before the dawn, the ocean as-
sumed a mirrored smoothness in its very stillness.
There was not a sound save that of my own foot-
steps as I walked up and down the deck. It was yet
but a short hour till dawn, and a creeping sense of
oncoming light added to the breathless intensity, an
intensity like that felt by the soldier at the zero hour
of a charge.
In the magical shifting of the shadows, there was
seen, but a few feet above the horizon, a bank of
clouds, the under line of which seemed to rest paral-
lel with the ocean, the upper a jagged line, like the
blade of a giant saw, the whole forming a sort of
sensitive screen about the lower edge of the eastern
sky. Gradually the dull grayness became transfused
with a gorgeous royal purple, lined with a delicate
pink; then as the sun rose slowly through its heaven-
ly path, it changed in an instant the azure of the
ocean to a perfect sea of gold, flooding the world, it
seemed, with a Midas-like splendor. An artist would
never dare attempt to paint a picture like that, for
its rich and mellow beauty in unbelievable unless
one can see it in its natural grandeur.
But the scene changed: the sun was lifted behind
the screen and the sea of gold melted and resumed
its former serene azure with but a trace of gold.
Again a new scene was created before me. The sun,
now risen beyond the screen, smothered the ocean in
a dazzling brilliant pink, with still a touch of gold
intermingling with that rich blue seen only in a
southern sky; a very riot of colors one would say,
yet softened and subdued like the mellow beauty of
a rose.
I turned from the ocean view, and looked but a
short distance to the entrance of Santiago Bay, with
Morro Castle in ruins standing as a reminder of its
old guardianship over the harbor. The soft gray of
the Castle stood out from the background of the low
white buildings on the slope of the hills beyond. The
trees, the bushes, the grass, the very hills them-
selves seemed green--a deep, rich, emerald green
that brought out the beauty and brilliance of the
buildings like the setting of a diamond.
The ship's bell struck five. What! An hour wast-
ed in merely looking at the scenery Wasted? Ah,
no; for these scenes have left a picture, nay, a vision,
too beautiful to be real,--a scene I shall never forget.
WILLIAM E. JONES, '22.
48
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 51)
Description
[page 51]
[corresponds to page 49 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
A Diplomatic Romance
Dear Dad:
Arrived O.K. this A.M. and Aunt Ella was at the
train to meet me. She is just fine and sends love.
We are set for a "tea" this afternoon. I suppose
it will be a bore, women sit in one corner and talk
about their best friends while the men try to look
interested. Oh yes! there is a special feature for
this afternoon. I am to meet Count de Preles. He
is representing the French Government here unoffi-
cially. Thrills! Thrills! Thrills!
Well, dear, I will write you all about it tomorrow
as we are going to the opera tonight.
With lots of love,
MADGE.
Dearest Pater:
(That's Latin, Daddy). Well, I met the Count de
Preles. He is the most insipid looking mortal, but
to give him credit he is very good looking, although
his clothes fit so precisely, his hair always looks
just so, and his mustache is also scrupulous. I'll
bet that he couldn't do a good day's work and I don't
suppose he ever saw a gymnasium unless it was to
take a perfumed shower bath. He is quite attentive
and Aunt Ella is charmed with him. I suppose when
your husband is in the president's cabinet, you have
to be nice to foreigners, though, don't you?
Well, I am going to play golf with the Count-No-
Account today. Love,
MADGE.
Dearest Daddy:
How are you? I am just fine! I'm so excited!
I have scented a mystery. No, it isn't from a dime
novel either. You know that there have been some
royal Russian jewels sold to the French government.
They were stolen and people believe some one
brought them to this country. Dad, I think the
Count knows something about it. You see the man
who stole them, also stole the credentials of a
French diplomat. They were not marked except
only one of many so they couldn't be traced. No
one knows why the Count is here. He doesn't do
anything much but play golf, but I've caught him
looking around at receptions as if he was afraid of
being watched. I'm going to cultivate his friend-
ship and see if I can't help in locating the jewels, as
Uncle Ralph says that it is very urgent that they
find them.
Yours,
MADGE.
Dearest:
The plot thickens. Last night we had a dance. I
went with the Count, and, Dad I caught him--not
with the jewels--but he was talking to the butler
givign him orders. I listened and heard him say,
"We'll go slowly; we can't risk discovery!" When I
coughed and stepped out, he acted as if he had just
asked the butler for his hat. He is clever.
Then on our way home, we went for a long ride.
He has a marvelous voice and is remarkably fond
of telling stories and also of his many travels. Tru-
ly, he is an exceptional man, but he can't fool me;
he is a crook and I am going to catch him.
I'm so sleepy. Good-night,
MADGE.
Dear Daddy:
I'm so thrilled. When we were playing golf yes-
terday, an aeroplane fell down right in front of us.
The motor had gone dead and of course the plane
crashed to the ground but fortunately the man was
not hurt. He is very handsome and it turned out
to be Jack Langley. He is just an ace from the war
who is working on an aeroplane invention. He's
very gentlemanly and Aunt Ella invited him up to-
morrow. The Count stiffened and looked like a
thunder cloud when he saw who the pilot was. I
don't know what was the matter, whether it was be-
cause he didn't like the aviator or not. Will tell
you tomorrow.
MADGE.
Dear Dad:
I've so much to tell you. I was out for a yacht
party yesterday with Jack. The Count was invited,
but he did not come. I wonder why? He seems to
like me, but yet he is so indifferent--not that I care,
except to catch him with the jewels.
Anyway Jack told me yesterday that he was a
French secret service man. He used to know the
Count in Paris. He said Don wasn't a Count then
at all, and also said that he (Jack) was over here to
trace the jewels and catch the thief. I told him my
suspicions of the Count, and he is going to watch
him. He said he would let me help him if anything
new came up. He is very nice and so attractive. I
will write again soon.
Love,
MADGE.
Dearest Pere:
That is not a new kind of fruit--that is the French
word for "Dad."
It has been over a week since I've written any-
thing but telegrams. I was so glad when I got your
night letter but you shouldn't say so much when
you pay by the word. I will be a miser before very
long if I keep on getting economical.
Things are going slowly. There is something do-
ing every minute but I haven't found the jewels yet.
49
[corresponds to page 49 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
A Diplomatic Romance
Dear Dad:
Arrived O.K. this A.M. and Aunt Ella was at the
train to meet me. She is just fine and sends love.
We are set for a "tea" this afternoon. I suppose
it will be a bore, women sit in one corner and talk
about their best friends while the men try to look
interested. Oh yes! there is a special feature for
this afternoon. I am to meet Count de Preles. He
is representing the French Government here unoffi-
cially. Thrills! Thrills! Thrills!
Well, dear, I will write you all about it tomorrow
as we are going to the opera tonight.
With lots of love,
MADGE.
Dearest Pater:
(That's Latin, Daddy). Well, I met the Count de
Preles. He is the most insipid looking mortal, but
to give him credit he is very good looking, although
his clothes fit so precisely, his hair always looks
just so, and his mustache is also scrupulous. I'll
bet that he couldn't do a good day's work and I don't
suppose he ever saw a gymnasium unless it was to
take a perfumed shower bath. He is quite attentive
and Aunt Ella is charmed with him. I suppose when
your husband is in the president's cabinet, you have
to be nice to foreigners, though, don't you?
Well, I am going to play golf with the Count-No-
Account today. Love,
MADGE.
Dearest Daddy:
How are you? I am just fine! I'm so excited!
I have scented a mystery. No, it isn't from a dime
novel either. You know that there have been some
royal Russian jewels sold to the French government.
They were stolen and people believe some one
brought them to this country. Dad, I think the
Count knows something about it. You see the man
who stole them, also stole the credentials of a
French diplomat. They were not marked except
only one of many so they couldn't be traced. No
one knows why the Count is here. He doesn't do
anything much but play golf, but I've caught him
looking around at receptions as if he was afraid of
being watched. I'm going to cultivate his friend-
ship and see if I can't help in locating the jewels, as
Uncle Ralph says that it is very urgent that they
find them.
Yours,
MADGE.
Dearest:
The plot thickens. Last night we had a dance. I
went with the Count, and, Dad I caught him--not
with the jewels--but he was talking to the butler
givign him orders. I listened and heard him say,
"We'll go slowly; we can't risk discovery!" When I
coughed and stepped out, he acted as if he had just
asked the butler for his hat. He is clever.
Then on our way home, we went for a long ride.
He has a marvelous voice and is remarkably fond
of telling stories and also of his many travels. Tru-
ly, he is an exceptional man, but he can't fool me;
he is a crook and I am going to catch him.
I'm so sleepy. Good-night,
MADGE.
Dear Daddy:
I'm so thrilled. When we were playing golf yes-
terday, an aeroplane fell down right in front of us.
The motor had gone dead and of course the plane
crashed to the ground but fortunately the man was
not hurt. He is very handsome and it turned out
to be Jack Langley. He is just an ace from the war
who is working on an aeroplane invention. He's
very gentlemanly and Aunt Ella invited him up to-
morrow. The Count stiffened and looked like a
thunder cloud when he saw who the pilot was. I
don't know what was the matter, whether it was be-
cause he didn't like the aviator or not. Will tell
you tomorrow.
MADGE.
Dear Dad:
I've so much to tell you. I was out for a yacht
party yesterday with Jack. The Count was invited,
but he did not come. I wonder why? He seems to
like me, but yet he is so indifferent--not that I care,
except to catch him with the jewels.
Anyway Jack told me yesterday that he was a
French secret service man. He used to know the
Count in Paris. He said Don wasn't a Count then
at all, and also said that he (Jack) was over here to
trace the jewels and catch the thief. I told him my
suspicions of the Count, and he is going to watch
him. He said he would let me help him if anything
new came up. He is very nice and so attractive. I
will write again soon.
Love,
MADGE.
Dearest Pere:
That is not a new kind of fruit--that is the French
word for "Dad."
It has been over a week since I've written any-
thing but telegrams. I was so glad when I got your
night letter but you shouldn't say so much when
you pay by the word. I will be a miser before very
long if I keep on getting economical.
Things are going slowly. There is something do-
ing every minute but I haven't found the jewels yet.
49
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 52)
Description
[page 52]
[corresponds to page 50 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
The Count has been out of town for a week and if
it wasn't so absurd, I'd think that I missed him. He
is so insipid, and as I have found him out, he is a
crook. Jack says he hopes to have him cornered in
a week. I am so excited.
Yours in suspense,
MADGE.
Dear Daddy:
I just happened to think of what Grandma used
to call you. Do you remember? Well! it was Jum-
bo. She said she called you that because you liked
peanuts so well.
Don got back last week. He is the Count, as you
already know. I'm letting him see me lots because
I want to find out all I can for Jack. It doesn't
seem to be working very well. He's charming until
I talk about the jewels and then he immediately be-
gins conversing on another subject, although I'm
going to see if he will tell me. Will write later.
Love,
MADGE.
Daddy Dear:
I'm so unhappy. Today Jack told me to keep Don
out until he had a chance to search his bags. I took
him out into the garden and it was certainly a won-
derful night. Don seemed terribly worried about
something, so I asked him what the matter was.
For just a minute he forgot himself and started to
tell me but immediately put on his mask and went
back into the house. Daddy, I know he was going
to tell me that he liked me just a little. I read it
in his eyes and the better point is that I want him
to love me. I have only known him a month, yet
I'm desperately near loving him--an effeminate
crook.
Love,
YOUR HEART-BROKEN MADGE.
P.S. There is something that seems strangely
familiar about Don's eyes.
Dear Dad:
I'm so excited. It is all over--the mystery I mean.
I will try to tell you just how it happened. Wed-
nesday night, Jack didn't get all through searching
Don's room so he told me to keep him out again last
night. We went out in the park. I guess I do be-
lieve in Romancing and Fate, after all, Dad, because
a man attacked Don in the wooded part of the park.
Did I tell you he was effeminate? You should have
seen him put that man down. Jack Dempsey better
look out for his title. Don tied the man's hand with
a handkerchief and made him walk into the keeper's
lodge, that happened to be near, and locked him in.
When he came back to me I was ready to faint. I
knew then more than anything else that he was safe
so I just started to cry. (No! I'm not ashamed of
myself because I couldn't help it). Then Don told
me that he loved me but couldn't tell me anything
about himself. He asked me if I could trust him.
Somehow I knew then, that he was all right. I told
him about Jack. He turned as white as a sheet and
he asked me if I was still his brave little woman.
As if I wouldn't pick sponges off the ocean's bottom
after he had said that.
To make a long story short. He gave me a note
to take to police headquarters as fast as I could
drive his car--and that was rather hurriedly. When
I gave it to the chief he called his squad together
and went out to the house.
You should have been here then, Dad, it was great.
They were all stationed at different places but the
chief and he went in the house with me on his trail
as close as Eliza's bloodhounds. The very first thing
we saw was Don with Jack tied to a chair looking
into a revolver.
Then they blew a whistle and the men outside
brought in three more. Dad, what do you think?
Jack is the thief himself and Don caught him.
They made me go to bed immediately because it
was late and I was so excited. Anyway, I saw them
take Jack and his confederates to jail.
Don is going to tell me all about it tomorrow. I'm
glad I trusted him.
Your sleepy but happy MADGE.
P.S. The mustache is false.
Dear Dad:
It's a lovely morning. I'm ready to go to lunch
but it isn't quite time so I will tell you all about the
mystery.
Jack is an ex-convict from France. A Russian
hired him to steal the jewels and he was to meet
him here with them. His plane crashed and gave
him an entrance into society with a little mystery to
hide his real mission.
Don is an American Secret Service officer who was
put on the case by the French and American Gov-
ernments. He knew who Jack was but was waiting
to get him with his superior and his jewels. He had
proof that Jack had the jewels and that is what Jack
wanted in Don's room. They have Jack, the man
who hired him, the proof, and also the jewels. Don
has had a great raise and much honor. I'm so proud
of him.
Remember I said his eyes were familiar? Dad,
do you remember the Montagnes that lived on the
next ranch to us in Texas? The boy that I played
with until I went East to school? That boy is Don.
His real name is Donald Montagne. And, Dad, can't
you leave Wall Street long enough to come out next
week-end? Don will want to ask you something,
although I don't know what it is.
Yours blissfully,
MADGE.
--HELEN HITESHEW, '22.
50
[corresponds to page 50 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
The Count has been out of town for a week and if
it wasn't so absurd, I'd think that I missed him. He
is so insipid, and as I have found him out, he is a
crook. Jack says he hopes to have him cornered in
a week. I am so excited.
Yours in suspense,
MADGE.
Dear Daddy:
I just happened to think of what Grandma used
to call you. Do you remember? Well! it was Jum-
bo. She said she called you that because you liked
peanuts so well.
Don got back last week. He is the Count, as you
already know. I'm letting him see me lots because
I want to find out all I can for Jack. It doesn't
seem to be working very well. He's charming until
I talk about the jewels and then he immediately be-
gins conversing on another subject, although I'm
going to see if he will tell me. Will write later.
Love,
MADGE.
Daddy Dear:
I'm so unhappy. Today Jack told me to keep Don
out until he had a chance to search his bags. I took
him out into the garden and it was certainly a won-
derful night. Don seemed terribly worried about
something, so I asked him what the matter was.
For just a minute he forgot himself and started to
tell me but immediately put on his mask and went
back into the house. Daddy, I know he was going
to tell me that he liked me just a little. I read it
in his eyes and the better point is that I want him
to love me. I have only known him a month, yet
I'm desperately near loving him--an effeminate
crook.
Love,
YOUR HEART-BROKEN MADGE.
P.S. There is something that seems strangely
familiar about Don's eyes.
Dear Dad:
I'm so excited. It is all over--the mystery I mean.
I will try to tell you just how it happened. Wed-
nesday night, Jack didn't get all through searching
Don's room so he told me to keep him out again last
night. We went out in the park. I guess I do be-
lieve in Romancing and Fate, after all, Dad, because
a man attacked Don in the wooded part of the park.
Did I tell you he was effeminate? You should have
seen him put that man down. Jack Dempsey better
look out for his title. Don tied the man's hand with
a handkerchief and made him walk into the keeper's
lodge, that happened to be near, and locked him in.
When he came back to me I was ready to faint. I
knew then more than anything else that he was safe
so I just started to cry. (No! I'm not ashamed of
myself because I couldn't help it). Then Don told
me that he loved me but couldn't tell me anything
about himself. He asked me if I could trust him.
Somehow I knew then, that he was all right. I told
him about Jack. He turned as white as a sheet and
he asked me if I was still his brave little woman.
As if I wouldn't pick sponges off the ocean's bottom
after he had said that.
To make a long story short. He gave me a note
to take to police headquarters as fast as I could
drive his car--and that was rather hurriedly. When
I gave it to the chief he called his squad together
and went out to the house.
You should have been here then, Dad, it was great.
They were all stationed at different places but the
chief and he went in the house with me on his trail
as close as Eliza's bloodhounds. The very first thing
we saw was Don with Jack tied to a chair looking
into a revolver.
Then they blew a whistle and the men outside
brought in three more. Dad, what do you think?
Jack is the thief himself and Don caught him.
They made me go to bed immediately because it
was late and I was so excited. Anyway, I saw them
take Jack and his confederates to jail.
Don is going to tell me all about it tomorrow. I'm
glad I trusted him.
Your sleepy but happy MADGE.
P.S. The mustache is false.
Dear Dad:
It's a lovely morning. I'm ready to go to lunch
but it isn't quite time so I will tell you all about the
mystery.
Jack is an ex-convict from France. A Russian
hired him to steal the jewels and he was to meet
him here with them. His plane crashed and gave
him an entrance into society with a little mystery to
hide his real mission.
Don is an American Secret Service officer who was
put on the case by the French and American Gov-
ernments. He knew who Jack was but was waiting
to get him with his superior and his jewels. He had
proof that Jack had the jewels and that is what Jack
wanted in Don's room. They have Jack, the man
who hired him, the proof, and also the jewels. Don
has had a great raise and much honor. I'm so proud
of him.
Remember I said his eyes were familiar? Dad,
do you remember the Montagnes that lived on the
next ranch to us in Texas? The boy that I played
with until I went East to school? That boy is Don.
His real name is Donald Montagne. And, Dad, can't
you leave Wall Street long enough to come out next
week-end? Don will want to ask you something,
although I don't know what it is.
Yours blissfully,
MADGE.
--HELEN HITESHEW, '22.
50
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 53)
Description
[page 53]
[corresponds to page 51 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
Paula
Last summer I had my first glimpse of community
life, and I found it quite enlightening. I was at a
camp in Vermont at the time, where were gathered
girls of all types and descriptions, from every part
of the United States. There was the petted mother's
darling who was so trying just about bed-time when
she was in the habit of being rocked to sleep. There
were tomboy terrors and the peevish, ill-tempered
ones, with a liberal sprinkling of winsome, happy-
hearted little lassies who were like lumps of sugar
in sour apple-sauce--quite a relief. And last, there
was Paula.
Paula was a wee mite of a seven-year-old with a
large imagination, which was partly a gift of nature
and partly the result of many hours spent listening
to stories or pouring over volumes of fairy tales and
mythes. This imagination, however, was of an airy
nature which held no room for material things, and
which, if she had been older, would have gained for
her the epithet of dreamer. Her very expression
was unpre-possessing at the outset. She was in
the habit of contorting her small, deep-set eyes and
full wide mouth into the most monkey-like expres-
sions that I have ever beheld on a human counten-
ance. Moreover, in her dress, she was the constern-
ation of those who had her in charge. Her stock-
ings were continually coming down; her middy was
invariably unpinned at the throat; while her tie was
often missing altogether; there seemed to be no
means in the whole camp by which her bloomers
could be kept above her knees; in short, Paula was
not one to be bothered by her appearance.
Alien as it may appear to this utter disregard of
neatness, the child had a passion for dressing up,
and "make believe" was a favorite pastime which
whiled away not only much of her play time, but
even much of the time when she was apparently en-
gaged in other occupations. From remembered tales,
still fresh in mind, or by her art of mental pictur-
ing, she could at any moment evoke characters or
situations to suit her taste. At dinner one noon
she seemed absorbed in her own thoughts for fully
fifteen minutes. Suddenly she broke her silence
with,
"O, Mrs. Blackburn, won't you please put on my
shoes, I've been wading long enough, I think."
Mrs. Blackburn, by this time somewhat accus-
tomed to Paula's eccentricities, did as she was re-
quested, meanwhile questioning the child about her
queer statement. It seems she had tired of the table
conversation, and to while away the time had imag-
ined herself in wading in a "silvery brook that
sparkled on the pebbles," to use her own words.
She continued, "Mother lets me wade if I take off
my shoes."
It was one of these flights of imagination that
insured and strengthened a warm friendship be-
tween the child and me. One evening shortly be-
fore taps I ascended the hill just behind our shack,
intending to lie in the hammock and read until dark.
On reaching the summit my attention was called by
Paula's tentmates who came scrambling up the hill
in their pajamas crying at the top of their voices:
"O, Miss R--, do come down and tell Paula there
isn't a ghost in the tent."
Upon going down to investigate, I found that
Paula's tent councillor had been detained and the
child was possessed with the idea that there was a
ghost in the tent, nearer which she refused to come
than a tree perhaps twenty-five feet away. From
that outpost of safety, she would make sudden dash-
es back into the woods. On one of her frightened
flights, I caught her and managed to keep her still.
I hoped to divert her mind by asking what she liked
to do.
"Well," she said. "I like to read best."
"What kind of books do you like " I suggested.
"O, those about fairy people and goblins and
ghosts and animals and--things." The last men-
tioned was added rather absently. For some mo-
ments she lay back in my arms silently thinking.
Then she broke out,
"Happy (that was what the children called their
councillor) tells us lovely ghost stories. Will you
tell us one?"
Seizing my chance, I answered:
"Paula, I'll tell you a story if you will promise to
go back in your tent and go to bed."
Much to my surprise she acquiesed. The other
children followed a little behind, unwilling as yet
to trust themselves nearer the tent. I thought the
incident was closed, but no. Again Paula's voice
held me.
"There he is, I see him; he's caught behind the
shelves. He can't get out."
On being told that there was nothing there, she
explained, "O yes he is. You can't see him though.
He looks just like the tent flap. All I can see is his
teeth. He can bite like anything, too. I knew a
girl once who was bitten by a ghost. It hurt just
awfully."
Thinking she had gone far enough in her imagin-
ings, and not daring to think what wild thing she
would say next, I put her on her bed and told her
to be quiet while I told her a story. When I finally
left, she was just about asleep and I stole out with-
out disturbing her.
As I was thinking about the incident the next day,
I could not help marveling at the wonderful talent
51
[corresponds to page 51 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
Paula
Last summer I had my first glimpse of community
life, and I found it quite enlightening. I was at a
camp in Vermont at the time, where were gathered
girls of all types and descriptions, from every part
of the United States. There was the petted mother's
darling who was so trying just about bed-time when
she was in the habit of being rocked to sleep. There
were tomboy terrors and the peevish, ill-tempered
ones, with a liberal sprinkling of winsome, happy-
hearted little lassies who were like lumps of sugar
in sour apple-sauce--quite a relief. And last, there
was Paula.
Paula was a wee mite of a seven-year-old with a
large imagination, which was partly a gift of nature
and partly the result of many hours spent listening
to stories or pouring over volumes of fairy tales and
mythes. This imagination, however, was of an airy
nature which held no room for material things, and
which, if she had been older, would have gained for
her the epithet of dreamer. Her very expression
was unpre-possessing at the outset. She was in
the habit of contorting her small, deep-set eyes and
full wide mouth into the most monkey-like expres-
sions that I have ever beheld on a human counten-
ance. Moreover, in her dress, she was the constern-
ation of those who had her in charge. Her stock-
ings were continually coming down; her middy was
invariably unpinned at the throat; while her tie was
often missing altogether; there seemed to be no
means in the whole camp by which her bloomers
could be kept above her knees; in short, Paula was
not one to be bothered by her appearance.
Alien as it may appear to this utter disregard of
neatness, the child had a passion for dressing up,
and "make believe" was a favorite pastime which
whiled away not only much of her play time, but
even much of the time when she was apparently en-
gaged in other occupations. From remembered tales,
still fresh in mind, or by her art of mental pictur-
ing, she could at any moment evoke characters or
situations to suit her taste. At dinner one noon
she seemed absorbed in her own thoughts for fully
fifteen minutes. Suddenly she broke her silence
with,
"O, Mrs. Blackburn, won't you please put on my
shoes, I've been wading long enough, I think."
Mrs. Blackburn, by this time somewhat accus-
tomed to Paula's eccentricities, did as she was re-
quested, meanwhile questioning the child about her
queer statement. It seems she had tired of the table
conversation, and to while away the time had imag-
ined herself in wading in a "silvery brook that
sparkled on the pebbles," to use her own words.
She continued, "Mother lets me wade if I take off
my shoes."
It was one of these flights of imagination that
insured and strengthened a warm friendship be-
tween the child and me. One evening shortly be-
fore taps I ascended the hill just behind our shack,
intending to lie in the hammock and read until dark.
On reaching the summit my attention was called by
Paula's tentmates who came scrambling up the hill
in their pajamas crying at the top of their voices:
"O, Miss R--, do come down and tell Paula there
isn't a ghost in the tent."
Upon going down to investigate, I found that
Paula's tent councillor had been detained and the
child was possessed with the idea that there was a
ghost in the tent, nearer which she refused to come
than a tree perhaps twenty-five feet away. From
that outpost of safety, she would make sudden dash-
es back into the woods. On one of her frightened
flights, I caught her and managed to keep her still.
I hoped to divert her mind by asking what she liked
to do.
"Well," she said. "I like to read best."
"What kind of books do you like " I suggested.
"O, those about fairy people and goblins and
ghosts and animals and--things." The last men-
tioned was added rather absently. For some mo-
ments she lay back in my arms silently thinking.
Then she broke out,
"Happy (that was what the children called their
councillor) tells us lovely ghost stories. Will you
tell us one?"
Seizing my chance, I answered:
"Paula, I'll tell you a story if you will promise to
go back in your tent and go to bed."
Much to my surprise she acquiesed. The other
children followed a little behind, unwilling as yet
to trust themselves nearer the tent. I thought the
incident was closed, but no. Again Paula's voice
held me.
"There he is, I see him; he's caught behind the
shelves. He can't get out."
On being told that there was nothing there, she
explained, "O yes he is. You can't see him though.
He looks just like the tent flap. All I can see is his
teeth. He can bite like anything, too. I knew a
girl once who was bitten by a ghost. It hurt just
awfully."
Thinking she had gone far enough in her imagin-
ings, and not daring to think what wild thing she
would say next, I put her on her bed and told her
to be quiet while I told her a story. When I finally
left, she was just about asleep and I stole out with-
out disturbing her.
As I was thinking about the incident the next day,
I could not help marveling at the wonderful talent
51
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 54)
Description
[page 54]
[corresponds to page 52 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
the child possessed and picturing to myself the use
she might put it to in later life. At the same time,
a horror of what might become of the child if this
talent were misued filled me with a sense of fore-
boding. Many times have I pondered over this since
I returned home, but the picture which oftenest
comes to my mind is that of Paula, unconscious of
self, listening to a story told at a camp-fire gather-
ing, or herself acting out her own fanciful imag-
inings. --CHARLOTTE RICE, '22.
Home Seekers' Vision
A burning summer sun had beaten down upon the
prairie for days. Furnace-like, the south winds
come racing out of the pulsing haze at the far hori-
zon. The sky seemed of copper and the floor-like
plain's once emerald disk was tinged by the heat
with grayish brown.
One object broke the monotony of the scene,--a
white-covered wagon, its flapping canvas-top giving
scant shelter to the emigrant and his wife crouch-
ed within Their journey had been long,--seemingly
endless to the fever-stricken woman.
Suddenly the man looked up, startled. Their
search for a home was over.
"See!" he cried out in joy.
They had come out on the edge of a wide-reaching
valley. Lines of dense-leaved, billowy forest, bent
and swayed in the gentle breeze. A lake with her
and there a touch of foam to relieve the sparkling
blue of the waves restlessly tossed and wrinkled
its waters. Broad meadows suggesting clover and
golden-rod were near by, and the waving of the
grass was like that of the lake. Yonder, along the
beach, the travelers caught a glimpse of dwellings
--beautiful homes whose splendor seemed to dazzle
their eyes.
"See!" called out again the glad husband, his
strong arm lifting the fainting wife that she might
get a better view.
The burdens of the past had been very great. In
the fierce race of life they had been left far behind;
but now the journey over, the thinly grassed prairie
was nearly ended--the haven was in sight. They
could almost taste the fruits of the trees and catch
a scent of the clover.
Hungrily, earnestly they feasted their eyes as they
gazed through the opening in the flapping canvas.
A passing cloud drifted suddenly before the sun. A
cry of pain and disappointment surged to the wo-
man's lips as she saw again a dreary length of plain
whose level lines had so long fatigued her eyes.
The torrid wind found not a leaf to stir. She fell
back on her heated pillow.
The mirage had lifted. The emigrant was alone
on the prairie with his dead.
--MILDRED McNETT, '23.
Sentimental Value
Everyone who is capable of deep feeling has in
his possession some object which has no intrinsic
value whatever but which he would not sell for any
money. Or, perhaps the article which he prizes most
is of no use to him although it would command a
price if offered for sale. The things which bind
this worthless object so closely to his life are the
heart-strings themselves, which are caused to vi-
brate with new life whenever the beloved article is
presented to his sight. Perhaps it is a pressed flow-
er, a handkerchief, an old school book, or a worn-
out garment which never fails to revive the old sen-
sations and dear memories that make life newer and
happier.
Perhaps we have never stopped to consider what
a great factor sentiment, or even sentimentality, is
in our lives. Some people are proud of the fact that
they are called sentimental; others are ashamed of
its. There is really no more excuse for either feeling
than there is for being proud or ashamed of eating
or breathing. Sentiment is a part of life itself. The
past, present, and future are bound together by it;
life is given unity by the sentimental regard we have
for persons, circumstances, and things.
Who among you has never, in the innocent idol-
atry of youth, idealized some person who has after-
wards proven entirely unworthy of your worship?
But even after he has been shown to have feet of
clay, will the sight of the athlete who was your idol
to Apollo, the teacher whom you regarded as Wis-
dom incarnate, the girl who seemed an unparalleled
example of tenderness and unselfishness, or the min-
ister who appeared as a paragon of all virtue, ever
fail to revive old emotions and sobering memories
which make your life better for having once cher-
ished those ideals? Even though much bitterness
was caused by the disillusionment you suffered, has
not a new tenderness been added to your under-
standing by the deep experience?
To anyone, then, who has ever felt the thrill of a
happy experience, the inspiration of a wonderful
discovery, or the pain of a broken idol, sentimental
value is an inseparable element of life; and all the
harshness of struggle, the discouragement of disap-
pointment and the unsympathetic attitudes of men
cannot mar the memories his treasures of sentiment
recall. --MIRIAM STAFFORD, '23.
52
[corresponds to page 52 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
the child possessed and picturing to myself the use
she might put it to in later life. At the same time,
a horror of what might become of the child if this
talent were misued filled me with a sense of fore-
boding. Many times have I pondered over this since
I returned home, but the picture which oftenest
comes to my mind is that of Paula, unconscious of
self, listening to a story told at a camp-fire gather-
ing, or herself acting out her own fanciful imag-
inings. --CHARLOTTE RICE, '22.
Home Seekers' Vision
A burning summer sun had beaten down upon the
prairie for days. Furnace-like, the south winds
come racing out of the pulsing haze at the far hori-
zon. The sky seemed of copper and the floor-like
plain's once emerald disk was tinged by the heat
with grayish brown.
One object broke the monotony of the scene,--a
white-covered wagon, its flapping canvas-top giving
scant shelter to the emigrant and his wife crouch-
ed within Their journey had been long,--seemingly
endless to the fever-stricken woman.
Suddenly the man looked up, startled. Their
search for a home was over.
"See!" he cried out in joy.
They had come out on the edge of a wide-reaching
valley. Lines of dense-leaved, billowy forest, bent
and swayed in the gentle breeze. A lake with her
and there a touch of foam to relieve the sparkling
blue of the waves restlessly tossed and wrinkled
its waters. Broad meadows suggesting clover and
golden-rod were near by, and the waving of the
grass was like that of the lake. Yonder, along the
beach, the travelers caught a glimpse of dwellings
--beautiful homes whose splendor seemed to dazzle
their eyes.
"See!" called out again the glad husband, his
strong arm lifting the fainting wife that she might
get a better view.
The burdens of the past had been very great. In
the fierce race of life they had been left far behind;
but now the journey over, the thinly grassed prairie
was nearly ended--the haven was in sight. They
could almost taste the fruits of the trees and catch
a scent of the clover.
Hungrily, earnestly they feasted their eyes as they
gazed through the opening in the flapping canvas.
A passing cloud drifted suddenly before the sun. A
cry of pain and disappointment surged to the wo-
man's lips as she saw again a dreary length of plain
whose level lines had so long fatigued her eyes.
The torrid wind found not a leaf to stir. She fell
back on her heated pillow.
The mirage had lifted. The emigrant was alone
on the prairie with his dead.
--MILDRED McNETT, '23.
Sentimental Value
Everyone who is capable of deep feeling has in
his possession some object which has no intrinsic
value whatever but which he would not sell for any
money. Or, perhaps the article which he prizes most
is of no use to him although it would command a
price if offered for sale. The things which bind
this worthless object so closely to his life are the
heart-strings themselves, which are caused to vi-
brate with new life whenever the beloved article is
presented to his sight. Perhaps it is a pressed flow-
er, a handkerchief, an old school book, or a worn-
out garment which never fails to revive the old sen-
sations and dear memories that make life newer and
happier.
Perhaps we have never stopped to consider what
a great factor sentiment, or even sentimentality, is
in our lives. Some people are proud of the fact that
they are called sentimental; others are ashamed of
its. There is really no more excuse for either feeling
than there is for being proud or ashamed of eating
or breathing. Sentiment is a part of life itself. The
past, present, and future are bound together by it;
life is given unity by the sentimental regard we have
for persons, circumstances, and things.
Who among you has never, in the innocent idol-
atry of youth, idealized some person who has after-
wards proven entirely unworthy of your worship?
But even after he has been shown to have feet of
clay, will the sight of the athlete who was your idol
to Apollo, the teacher whom you regarded as Wis-
dom incarnate, the girl who seemed an unparalleled
example of tenderness and unselfishness, or the min-
ister who appeared as a paragon of all virtue, ever
fail to revive old emotions and sobering memories
which make your life better for having once cher-
ished those ideals? Even though much bitterness
was caused by the disillusionment you suffered, has
not a new tenderness been added to your under-
standing by the deep experience?
To anyone, then, who has ever felt the thrill of a
happy experience, the inspiration of a wonderful
discovery, or the pain of a broken idol, sentimental
value is an inseparable element of life; and all the
harshness of struggle, the discouragement of disap-
pointment and the unsympathetic attitudes of men
cannot mar the memories his treasures of sentiment
recall. --MIRIAM STAFFORD, '23.
52
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 55)
Description
[page 55]
[corresponds to page 53 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
Forceful Magic
Jack Wellington was an ordinary young man in
many ways, but had turned special attention toward
the age-old art which sometimes instructs, often
amuses, and always entertains.
His big night was at hand--the night which would
either make him or break him. True, the young
magician had given numberless performances for his
friends, and even entertained in one of the small
theaters of his city; but tonight he was to present
hs [sic] performance before an immense crowd of Chi-
cago theater-goers. It was to be a charity benefit;
so the audience would be composed of two classes:
one made up of those who were ever ready to make
allowances for an inexperienced actor, while the
other class was composed of those who sit stiffly
in their places and seem to say, "Well, we're used to
seeing all kinds of players and we know a good show
from a bad one. We make no allowances and ex-
pect the best for our money."
Now this latter class was enough to discourage
any young fellow; but had not Jack spent weeks in
preparation? Had he not put special stress upon
his "patter" in order to overcome all difficulties
along that line and to render a performance with-
out room for criticism? This tended to add encour-
agement, but Jack could not help being a little ner-
vous before the curtain went up.
The orchestra was playing the opening number!
In a moment he would face a sea of faces! The
great curtain slowly ascended and with it rose his
courage. He was, at once, the same cool-headed
Jack Wellington who had practiced his entertain-
ment without error.
The orchestra broke into the closing strains of
"The Stars and Stripes Forever" following the pro-
duction of a large American flag on a rigid staff.
The audience began to sit up and take notice. Per-
haps, after all, this show might prove of interest.
Jack launched into the performance with perfect
ease. He pulled rabbits from unsuspecting gentle-
men's coats, effected the production of bowls of gold-
fish, caught live pigeons from the air, and caused
cards to assume animated life. The vanishing of a
young lady from a suspended cabinet, and her in-
stantaneous appearance at the rear of one of the
theater aisles brought thunders of applause. In fact,
everything went along splendidly until, nearing the
close of the first act, a spectator publicly challenged
the wizard to hypnotize him.
Now Jack Wellington might easily have eluded this
challenge by saying that he had had no experience
along mesmeristic lines and would be unable to do
as the spectator requested, but Jack never thought
of such an easy way out. The show had been run-
ning so smoothly that he was literally taken off his
feet by such a public challenge. He vaguely remem-
bered promising to do as the man asked but suggest-
ed postponing the demonstration until the next act,
in which he was going to demonstrate mind-reading.
This was agreeable to the spectator, who gloried in
Jack's uneasiness.
The remainder of Act One went off more or less
mechanically, and when the curtain had descended,
he was met by an excited brother and assistant.
"You sure are in a deuce of a mess now, Jack!
Why you've never had a lesson! You can't hypnotize
anyone--"
"Now just can that stuff, Tom," interrupted his
brother, "I know it as well as you, but this is no
time to lose our heads. Something's bound to turn
up and, anyway, I may be able to bluff my way
through. I think I know the principles."
Saying this, Jack hurried away to his dressing
room, leaving Tom to look after all preparations for
the next act and supervise the change of scenes.
In three minutes the apparatus of the preceding
act was cleared away. A plain, yet attractive, set-
ting stood in its place. This was to serve as scenery
for the mind-reading demonstration--an act care-
fully practiced and one which had promised success
in the largest sense of the word, but which was now
extremely doubtful in the hands of the nervous
Jack.
The young performer had decided to attempt the
hypnotizing stunt first, leaving the remainder of the
act until later, so that he might possibly overcome
his inevitable failure with the more certain "Mir-
acle Mind Reading," as it was advertised.
The low, steady beat of a tom tom announced
the beginning of the second act and was followed
by the weird strains of "The Shiek." Jack, arrayed
in an Arabic costume, stepped to the footlights as
the curtain rose. His voice was clearly audible al-
though he felt as if his heart were in his mouth.
He requested the subject's presence on the stage
and, when this request was complied with, began to
walk the man backwards, going through meaning-
less motions with his hands in front of the man's
face. Every moment Jack felt worse. These impos-
sible motions could not go on. Already the audience
was sensing the bluff. Was so brilliant a perform-
ance to be sacrificed now? It seemed inevitable.
Suddenly the man's eyes closed! he sank in silence
to the floor! Was this a dream? Jack Wellington
was completely bewildered but knew that he must
retain his composure, so he managed to turn and
bow to the suprised audience. The curtain de-
scended for a second, while the subject was removed.
A very jubilant and self-satisfied Jack Wellington
53
[corresponds to page 53 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
Forceful Magic
Jack Wellington was an ordinary young man in
many ways, but had turned special attention toward
the age-old art which sometimes instructs, often
amuses, and always entertains.
His big night was at hand--the night which would
either make him or break him. True, the young
magician had given numberless performances for his
friends, and even entertained in one of the small
theaters of his city; but tonight he was to present
hs [sic] performance before an immense crowd of Chi-
cago theater-goers. It was to be a charity benefit;
so the audience would be composed of two classes:
one made up of those who were ever ready to make
allowances for an inexperienced actor, while the
other class was composed of those who sit stiffly
in their places and seem to say, "Well, we're used to
seeing all kinds of players and we know a good show
from a bad one. We make no allowances and ex-
pect the best for our money."
Now this latter class was enough to discourage
any young fellow; but had not Jack spent weeks in
preparation? Had he not put special stress upon
his "patter" in order to overcome all difficulties
along that line and to render a performance with-
out room for criticism? This tended to add encour-
agement, but Jack could not help being a little ner-
vous before the curtain went up.
The orchestra was playing the opening number!
In a moment he would face a sea of faces! The
great curtain slowly ascended and with it rose his
courage. He was, at once, the same cool-headed
Jack Wellington who had practiced his entertain-
ment without error.
The orchestra broke into the closing strains of
"The Stars and Stripes Forever" following the pro-
duction of a large American flag on a rigid staff.
The audience began to sit up and take notice. Per-
haps, after all, this show might prove of interest.
Jack launched into the performance with perfect
ease. He pulled rabbits from unsuspecting gentle-
men's coats, effected the production of bowls of gold-
fish, caught live pigeons from the air, and caused
cards to assume animated life. The vanishing of a
young lady from a suspended cabinet, and her in-
stantaneous appearance at the rear of one of the
theater aisles brought thunders of applause. In fact,
everything went along splendidly until, nearing the
close of the first act, a spectator publicly challenged
the wizard to hypnotize him.
Now Jack Wellington might easily have eluded this
challenge by saying that he had had no experience
along mesmeristic lines and would be unable to do
as the spectator requested, but Jack never thought
of such an easy way out. The show had been run-
ning so smoothly that he was literally taken off his
feet by such a public challenge. He vaguely remem-
bered promising to do as the man asked but suggest-
ed postponing the demonstration until the next act,
in which he was going to demonstrate mind-reading.
This was agreeable to the spectator, who gloried in
Jack's uneasiness.
The remainder of Act One went off more or less
mechanically, and when the curtain had descended,
he was met by an excited brother and assistant.
"You sure are in a deuce of a mess now, Jack!
Why you've never had a lesson! You can't hypnotize
anyone--"
"Now just can that stuff, Tom," interrupted his
brother, "I know it as well as you, but this is no
time to lose our heads. Something's bound to turn
up and, anyway, I may be able to bluff my way
through. I think I know the principles."
Saying this, Jack hurried away to his dressing
room, leaving Tom to look after all preparations for
the next act and supervise the change of scenes.
In three minutes the apparatus of the preceding
act was cleared away. A plain, yet attractive, set-
ting stood in its place. This was to serve as scenery
for the mind-reading demonstration--an act care-
fully practiced and one which had promised success
in the largest sense of the word, but which was now
extremely doubtful in the hands of the nervous
Jack.
The young performer had decided to attempt the
hypnotizing stunt first, leaving the remainder of the
act until later, so that he might possibly overcome
his inevitable failure with the more certain "Mir-
acle Mind Reading," as it was advertised.
The low, steady beat of a tom tom announced
the beginning of the second act and was followed
by the weird strains of "The Shiek." Jack, arrayed
in an Arabic costume, stepped to the footlights as
the curtain rose. His voice was clearly audible al-
though he felt as if his heart were in his mouth.
He requested the subject's presence on the stage
and, when this request was complied with, began to
walk the man backwards, going through meaning-
less motions with his hands in front of the man's
face. Every moment Jack felt worse. These impos-
sible motions could not go on. Already the audience
was sensing the bluff. Was so brilliant a perform-
ance to be sacrificed now? It seemed inevitable.
Suddenly the man's eyes closed! he sank in silence
to the floor! Was this a dream? Jack Wellington
was completely bewildered but knew that he must
retain his composure, so he managed to turn and
bow to the suprised audience. The curtain de-
scended for a second, while the subject was removed.
A very jubilant and self-satisfied Jack Wellington
53
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 56)
Description
[page 56]
[corresponds to page 54 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
resumed the act and carried it off with almost un-
believable skill. All through the performance the
thought was uppermost in his mind that he had actu-
ally put the man to sleep! Surely he must be gifted
with unknown powers!
At length, the final encore was over and Jack was
met by enthusiastic friends. Nothing gave him more
surprise than to learn that the man whom he had
hypnotized had challenged him on a bet which the
man had made with one of Jack's friends. This
friend, as Tom remarked, must have had a tremen-
dous amount of faith in Jack's ability.
On the following morning, the young entertainer
was awakened to see an account of his success in
the "Tribune" staring him in the face. Tom held the
paper before the approving eyes of his brother.
"Jack," he said, "did you ever see a better write-
up? Why, people all over the city know of this,
and from what I can gather, the mesmeristic stunt
got off best of anything!"
"I'll agree with you," chimed in Jack, "Hot dog!
I guess I'm some hypnotist! It's a mystery to me,
though, why I never discovered my abilities before."
A look of disapproval spread over Tom's face.
"Look here, Jack, you hate yourself too doggoned
much for any use, so I'm going to put you wise to
something I'd intended to keep to myself. Wait a
minute."
With this, Tom left the room returning a moment
later with a hammer.
"Say, Jack, did you ever see this hammer before?"
"Sure did," said his brother; "It's the one we used
in setting up some of the stuff last evening."
"Well," continued Tom, "do you recall the mo-
ment last night when you accidentally backed your
subject against the back-drop? This hammer," add-
ed Tom, "has more magic in it than you think. Last
evening, when I observed the outline of the honor-
able gent's ivory dome against the back-drop, I just
couldn't resist the temptation of giving him a light
tap on the head. I really hadn't intended to tell you,
but since you've assumed such a self-satisfied atti-
tude over your apparent success--"
"Tom," broke in a pride-shaken brother. "You're
the kind of brother and assistant to have!"
Now, although Jack Wellington's pride was wound-
ed momentarily, he was not the sort of fellow to miss
a good joke even at his own expense, so he smiled
as he shook his younger brother's hand and said,
"I may be able to pass as a fair magician, but as a
hypnotist--well, as a hypnotist, I'm afraid I'd be
obliged to resort to your more effective method of
forceful magic."
--BEVERLY KELLEY, '24.
Short One
"Don't you feel any better, Jane?" Cora Jennings
said to her sister, who was still in bed at the late
hour of eight on the day they had planned to leave
for New York.
"Oh, dear, don't worry, I'm sure I'll be all right;
I'm just fighting off a miserable cold."
"Don't you want something to eat? Maybe that
would make you feel better."
"Oh, I don't know what I want; I want to go. We
have planned this little trip for so long, and now we
even have our reservations, and I am going to spoil
all our fun. Oh dear, it's such a splendid day, and
besides we are almost packed."
"Now look here, Jane, you just forget about spoil-
ing our fun and get that ache out of your system.
You lie right still there in bed and don't you move
an inch out of it until I tell you you can. I'll finish
doing what few things are to be done." She started
to leave and Jane called to her,
"Well, Cora, you might bring me a little bite to
eat, if you're not going to let me get it for myself."
Cora left the room, soon returning with a tray of
steaming coffee and hot rolls. Scarcely had Jane
finished her slight meal when some one called from
the bottom of the stairs, "Jane! Cora!"
Who could it be? Aunt Luella from Uniontown
was the only one they knew of who always walked
right in, but she always told them she was coming.
Presently the call came up the stairway again, a lit-
tle louder this time, "Jane! Cora!"
"Oh, it's Mrs. B-- coming over to find out all she
can to spread over the town," said Cora.
She hurried to the top of the stairs and looked
down. Sure enough it was she, standing in her neat
morning dress, her inquisitive face turned upwards.
"I just ran over to see if you really were going,
and if there wasn't something I could do," she said.
The truth of the matter, as the girls both knew,
was that she just couldn't keep away; she wanted
to know all their plans and didn't know how to find
them out without having some excuse to come over;
that done, perhaps she might finally question the
information out of them if she managed well. Of
course she came directly up the stairs, not waiting
to be asked, and found Jane in bed.
"Oh, you can't go, can you?" she said as she turn-
ed to Cora--"Oh, what a shame! I suppose you had
all your plans made?" She looked rather question-
ingly at the girls, but Jane hearing this comforting
query rolled over, heaving a faint sigh, and gave
Cora a look not to tell. Cora understood.
"I'll tell you what you ought to have," Mrs. B--
continued; "some whiskey mixed with a little hot
54
[corresponds to page 54 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
resumed the act and carried it off with almost un-
believable skill. All through the performance the
thought was uppermost in his mind that he had actu-
ally put the man to sleep! Surely he must be gifted
with unknown powers!
At length, the final encore was over and Jack was
met by enthusiastic friends. Nothing gave him more
surprise than to learn that the man whom he had
hypnotized had challenged him on a bet which the
man had made with one of Jack's friends. This
friend, as Tom remarked, must have had a tremen-
dous amount of faith in Jack's ability.
On the following morning, the young entertainer
was awakened to see an account of his success in
the "Tribune" staring him in the face. Tom held the
paper before the approving eyes of his brother.
"Jack," he said, "did you ever see a better write-
up? Why, people all over the city know of this,
and from what I can gather, the mesmeristic stunt
got off best of anything!"
"I'll agree with you," chimed in Jack, "Hot dog!
I guess I'm some hypnotist! It's a mystery to me,
though, why I never discovered my abilities before."
A look of disapproval spread over Tom's face.
"Look here, Jack, you hate yourself too doggoned
much for any use, so I'm going to put you wise to
something I'd intended to keep to myself. Wait a
minute."
With this, Tom left the room returning a moment
later with a hammer.
"Say, Jack, did you ever see this hammer before?"
"Sure did," said his brother; "It's the one we used
in setting up some of the stuff last evening."
"Well," continued Tom, "do you recall the mo-
ment last night when you accidentally backed your
subject against the back-drop? This hammer," add-
ed Tom, "has more magic in it than you think. Last
evening, when I observed the outline of the honor-
able gent's ivory dome against the back-drop, I just
couldn't resist the temptation of giving him a light
tap on the head. I really hadn't intended to tell you,
but since you've assumed such a self-satisfied atti-
tude over your apparent success--"
"Tom," broke in a pride-shaken brother. "You're
the kind of brother and assistant to have!"
Now, although Jack Wellington's pride was wound-
ed momentarily, he was not the sort of fellow to miss
a good joke even at his own expense, so he smiled
as he shook his younger brother's hand and said,
"I may be able to pass as a fair magician, but as a
hypnotist--well, as a hypnotist, I'm afraid I'd be
obliged to resort to your more effective method of
forceful magic."
--BEVERLY KELLEY, '24.
Short One
"Don't you feel any better, Jane?" Cora Jennings
said to her sister, who was still in bed at the late
hour of eight on the day they had planned to leave
for New York.
"Oh, dear, don't worry, I'm sure I'll be all right;
I'm just fighting off a miserable cold."
"Don't you want something to eat? Maybe that
would make you feel better."
"Oh, I don't know what I want; I want to go. We
have planned this little trip for so long, and now we
even have our reservations, and I am going to spoil
all our fun. Oh dear, it's such a splendid day, and
besides we are almost packed."
"Now look here, Jane, you just forget about spoil-
ing our fun and get that ache out of your system.
You lie right still there in bed and don't you move
an inch out of it until I tell you you can. I'll finish
doing what few things are to be done." She started
to leave and Jane called to her,
"Well, Cora, you might bring me a little bite to
eat, if you're not going to let me get it for myself."
Cora left the room, soon returning with a tray of
steaming coffee and hot rolls. Scarcely had Jane
finished her slight meal when some one called from
the bottom of the stairs, "Jane! Cora!"
Who could it be? Aunt Luella from Uniontown
was the only one they knew of who always walked
right in, but she always told them she was coming.
Presently the call came up the stairway again, a lit-
tle louder this time, "Jane! Cora!"
"Oh, it's Mrs. B-- coming over to find out all she
can to spread over the town," said Cora.
She hurried to the top of the stairs and looked
down. Sure enough it was she, standing in her neat
morning dress, her inquisitive face turned upwards.
"I just ran over to see if you really were going,
and if there wasn't something I could do," she said.
The truth of the matter, as the girls both knew,
was that she just couldn't keep away; she wanted
to know all their plans and didn't know how to find
them out without having some excuse to come over;
that done, perhaps she might finally question the
information out of them if she managed well. Of
course she came directly up the stairs, not waiting
to be asked, and found Jane in bed.
"Oh, you can't go, can you?" she said as she turn-
ed to Cora--"Oh, what a shame! I suppose you had
all your plans made?" She looked rather question-
ingly at the girls, but Jane hearing this comforting
query rolled over, heaving a faint sigh, and gave
Cora a look not to tell. Cora understood.
"I'll tell you what you ought to have," Mrs. B--
continued; "some whiskey mixed with a little hot
54
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 57)
Description
[page 57]
[corresponds to page 55 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
water. That would fix you up in a jiffy. If you
haven't any I'll go right home and get you some.
I'll bring enough so that you'll have some to put in
your suitcase, and I know if you take some now
you'll be able to go." She said this and hurried home
for the potion not waiting to see if they had any, for
she was certain the Jenningses would hesitate a lit-
tle at having such a thing around.
She returned shortly with her bottle, and after
seeing that Jane had taken a dose, went back home.
After Mrs. B-- had left, Jane fell asleep and Cora
finished packing, locked the windows, drew some of
the shutters, and left only a few things undone that
had to be finished at the last minute. When Jane
awoke, she felt so much better that they decided
to go.
Finding no chance acquaintance on the train they sat
and discussed every one back home from the grocery
man to the president of the club, and when for the
second time they had got back to Mrs. B-- Jane be-
gan to feel bad again. Her berth was made up at
once, and after much uneasiness she went to sleep
only to be awakened by the man in the next berth,
who was snoring most atrociously. She felt no bet-
ter; in fact, she felt worse. After doing everything
she could think of, Cora finally resorted to the whis-
key. She went to the dressing room to prepare the
draught, and on returning thought she knew her
berth, but missed it by one.
The occupant, who was none other than the afore-
said snorer, was now deeply buried in peaceful slum-
bers. Cora was standing over him, her hand on his
pillow before she discovered he was not her sister;
then in her fright and confusion she spilled the hot
whiskey on him. He immediately awoke, and grab-
bed her by the wrists, thinking she was trying to get
his watch and money from under his pillow. Her
eyes were burning with shame and horror, for you
must remember she was very aristocratic and pre-
cise, and was very much abashed by such a mishap;
her face was flushed and her mind all in confusion,
herself very nervous and quaky. To think that she,
Cora Jennings, had mistaken the berth of a man un-
known to her even by name for that of her sister.
And too, how terrible! She had accidentally spilled
the whiskey on him! What if it should be printed
in the papers? What would her friends back home
in Cincinnati think when they read it? Oh, horrors!
While all this was nunning through her bemuddled
brain, the man was sitting up in bed muttering in-
coherent threats, and holding on to her wrists with
such a grip that when she finally pulled herself
away, they felt as if they had just been released from
the stocks. She ran into her own berth breathless,
pale, and excited. The patient, hearing the commo-
tion and forgetting all about her pains, drew Cora
up close to her, and in frantic whispers, amid chok-
ing tears of shame and nervous laughs, tried to
soothe her panicky sister. Meanwhile, the irate
neighbor got out as fast as he could to the colored
porter, who was sitting dozing in a chair at the rear
of the sleeper.
"There is some one in this car that is trying to
rob me!" he exclaimed.
"Oh, Boss, yo dunno wat yo' is talkin' about. They
ain't no sech thing; for ef thar was Ah'd of seen
'em, Ah guess."
"Well I guess if you swa some one standing next
to your bed with her hand on your pillow ready to
grab your watch from under it, you would know it."
"Aw, shoot, Boss, yo' is drunk; that's what yo' is.
Aw can smell it on yo' right now. Get yo' on back
there to bed and stop makin' this here disturbance
in this car, or I'll have yo' put off at the nex' stop.
Yo' dunno wat yo' is sayin'. Youse drunk; that's wat
yo' is. G'wan back to yo' berth."
But the man was certain of what he said, and was
certain, too, that he was not drunk; so stayed right
where he was.
The porter called the conductor, and explained the
difficulty. The conductor was also convinced of the
man's drunkenness, being able, like the porter, to
smell the liquor on him.
Then ensued the angry protestations of the out-
raged traveling man. He was put off at the next
stop, and to this day no one knows that he was not
drunk, nor does any one know how Jane Jennings's
threatening cold was cured with whiskey toddy.
--FRANCES NAYLOR, '22.
Danny Peters' Inheritance
It was a sultry midsummer afternoon that settled
itself upon the small group of tumble down shacks,
graced by the presence of a combined general store
and saloon, and endowed by its founders with the
simple yet very appropriate cognomen of "Peace."
This interesting little bozanza town, like so many
others on the Western prairie, had gradually sprung
up since the days of the forty-niners, until now it
boasted of a population a little in excess of one hun-
dred souls.
On this particular afternoon the center of inter-
est, as usual, revolved about the pouch of the gen-
eral store, where several of the town characters and
idlers sat about, some smoking, others dozing, and,
when the spirit moved them, swapping experiences.
At the time when our story opens, old Jerry Pratt,
historian of the place, and an inveterate story tell-
er, had just disposed of his companionable quid and
was about to relate an anecdote bearing on his fa-
55
[corresponds to page 55 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
water. That would fix you up in a jiffy. If you
haven't any I'll go right home and get you some.
I'll bring enough so that you'll have some to put in
your suitcase, and I know if you take some now
you'll be able to go." She said this and hurried home
for the potion not waiting to see if they had any, for
she was certain the Jenningses would hesitate a lit-
tle at having such a thing around.
She returned shortly with her bottle, and after
seeing that Jane had taken a dose, went back home.
After Mrs. B-- had left, Jane fell asleep and Cora
finished packing, locked the windows, drew some of
the shutters, and left only a few things undone that
had to be finished at the last minute. When Jane
awoke, she felt so much better that they decided
to go.
Finding no chance acquaintance on the train they sat
and discussed every one back home from the grocery
man to the president of the club, and when for the
second time they had got back to Mrs. B-- Jane be-
gan to feel bad again. Her berth was made up at
once, and after much uneasiness she went to sleep
only to be awakened by the man in the next berth,
who was snoring most atrociously. She felt no bet-
ter; in fact, she felt worse. After doing everything
she could think of, Cora finally resorted to the whis-
key. She went to the dressing room to prepare the
draught, and on returning thought she knew her
berth, but missed it by one.
The occupant, who was none other than the afore-
said snorer, was now deeply buried in peaceful slum-
bers. Cora was standing over him, her hand on his
pillow before she discovered he was not her sister;
then in her fright and confusion she spilled the hot
whiskey on him. He immediately awoke, and grab-
bed her by the wrists, thinking she was trying to get
his watch and money from under his pillow. Her
eyes were burning with shame and horror, for you
must remember she was very aristocratic and pre-
cise, and was very much abashed by such a mishap;
her face was flushed and her mind all in confusion,
herself very nervous and quaky. To think that she,
Cora Jennings, had mistaken the berth of a man un-
known to her even by name for that of her sister.
And too, how terrible! She had accidentally spilled
the whiskey on him! What if it should be printed
in the papers? What would her friends back home
in Cincinnati think when they read it? Oh, horrors!
While all this was nunning through her bemuddled
brain, the man was sitting up in bed muttering in-
coherent threats, and holding on to her wrists with
such a grip that when she finally pulled herself
away, they felt as if they had just been released from
the stocks. She ran into her own berth breathless,
pale, and excited. The patient, hearing the commo-
tion and forgetting all about her pains, drew Cora
up close to her, and in frantic whispers, amid chok-
ing tears of shame and nervous laughs, tried to
soothe her panicky sister. Meanwhile, the irate
neighbor got out as fast as he could to the colored
porter, who was sitting dozing in a chair at the rear
of the sleeper.
"There is some one in this car that is trying to
rob me!" he exclaimed.
"Oh, Boss, yo dunno wat yo' is talkin' about. They
ain't no sech thing; for ef thar was Ah'd of seen
'em, Ah guess."
"Well I guess if you swa some one standing next
to your bed with her hand on your pillow ready to
grab your watch from under it, you would know it."
"Aw, shoot, Boss, yo' is drunk; that's what yo' is.
Aw can smell it on yo' right now. Get yo' on back
there to bed and stop makin' this here disturbance
in this car, or I'll have yo' put off at the nex' stop.
Yo' dunno wat yo' is sayin'. Youse drunk; that's wat
yo' is. G'wan back to yo' berth."
But the man was certain of what he said, and was
certain, too, that he was not drunk; so stayed right
where he was.
The porter called the conductor, and explained the
difficulty. The conductor was also convinced of the
man's drunkenness, being able, like the porter, to
smell the liquor on him.
Then ensued the angry protestations of the out-
raged traveling man. He was put off at the next
stop, and to this day no one knows that he was not
drunk, nor does any one know how Jane Jennings's
threatening cold was cured with whiskey toddy.
--FRANCES NAYLOR, '22.
Danny Peters' Inheritance
It was a sultry midsummer afternoon that settled
itself upon the small group of tumble down shacks,
graced by the presence of a combined general store
and saloon, and endowed by its founders with the
simple yet very appropriate cognomen of "Peace."
This interesting little bozanza town, like so many
others on the Western prairie, had gradually sprung
up since the days of the forty-niners, until now it
boasted of a population a little in excess of one hun-
dred souls.
On this particular afternoon the center of inter-
est, as usual, revolved about the pouch of the gen-
eral store, where several of the town characters and
idlers sat about, some smoking, others dozing, and,
when the spirit moved them, swapping experiences.
At the time when our story opens, old Jerry Pratt,
historian of the place, and an inveterate story tell-
er, had just disposed of his companionable quid and
was about to relate an anecdote bearing on his fa-
55
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 58)
Description
[page 58]
[corresponds to page 56 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
vorite topic--the days when he was young.
"Did any of this bunch ever hear the straight of
how Crazy Horse got his first taste o' fire water?"
inquired the oldest inhabitant in a reminiscent mood.
No one replied, and taking it for granted that he
would not be interrupted, Jerry cleared his throat
and began.
Just at this point the conversation was interrupt-
ed by a shot issuing from the saloon, and a moment
later, out burst a roughly dressed individual with a
white scar on his left cheek, who vaulted to his
pony's back and was off. After him came Tim, the
bartender, flourishing a cork-screw and shouting:
"Sthop him, I say, he ain't paid for his drink.
The blitherin' idot tried to puncture me, but thank
Hiven, the lookin' glass is all that's busted."
To catch the fellow then, however, was impossible.
for the only witness to his hasty flight was a ris-
ing pyramid of alkali dust far down the road.
"I know that man," vouchsafed "Slim" Henderson,
Deputy Sheriff. "Joe, don't you remember 'Stick-
up' Jim Ramsey, who tried to lay a claim to Sam
Peter's land by fake papers, about two years ago?
The varmint skipped out 'a town quite sudden, af-
ter a little tussle with Sam, but he swore revenge
afore he pulled up stakes. I'd know that gent any-
where by that pretty looking scar he carries around.
Let me tell you there'll be trouble brewing afore
long with such a reptile loose around here."
Rising, "Slim" yawned, stretched himself, and
drawled, "I'll just go over and have a little chat
with the Sheriff about this. It won't do any harm
to keep a watch out for this fellow's whereabouts."
Jerry was first to speak after Henderson's depar-
ture. "This here country sure is going to the dogs.
Why a decent feller can't live secure any more."
Suddenly a cloud of dust appeared on the road
opposite that just taken by the man known familiar-
ly as "Stickup." From the rapidity of approach,
the onlookers conjectured that whoever it might be,
had something of real importance on hand. The ob-
scuring dust lifted, little by little, disclosing a horse,
whose rider hung low over the saddle, urging the
steed to greater effort.
"I'm willin' to wager that's Danny, Sam Peters'
boy. But what can he be in such a rush about?"
queried "Spooks" Slade, district mail carrier. Their
anxiety was soon set at rest, for Danny, a red-head-
ed, capable looking boy of sixteen, who was an es-
pecial favorite with all the residents of Peace,
swung off his horse, and scarcely waiting to catch
breath, exclaimed, "Dad's struck it rich at last, boys,
after all these hard years of plugging. It's over
along the foot of the Sawtooth somewhere; I didn't
stop long enough to find out. And,--oh, yes, I near-
ly forgot,--Dad wants a whole new prospecting out-
fit, too." After such a long speech--for Danny--he
lapsed into silence.
Joe Cameron voiced the feelings of all when he
said, "You bet we're all for you, son. I just felt in
my bones that Sam was about due for a little change
in luck."
It did not take Danny long to secure the needed
equipment, and with the well-wishes of all ringing
in his ears, he set out for home. Just at dusk he
rode in, and found Pedro Mendez, the Mexican hired
man, standing ready to help him unload. The man's
teeth shone white against a brown skin, as their
eyes met, but there was little of humor in the smile.
It was a smirk that lingered artificially. The fel-
low was rather uncommunicative, but conveyed the
information that Mr. Peters had been very restless
during his absence, and had asked to see him as soon
as he got back.
As they were talking, the Sheriff, Mr. Long, af-
fectionately known as "Shorty," rode up. He had
just heard of Mr. Peter's good fortune, and know-
ing that Danny's father must be anxious to stake
his claim as soon as possible, had ridden up with
the ownership papers. The conversation between
the Sheriff and Sam Peters chiefly concerned the
latter's new find, but when Long mentioned that
Ramsey was in the neighborhood, Pedro's eyes
lighted up with an unaccustomed glow.
After supper, Mr. Peters drew a rough chart of
the strike, explaining it all to Danny as he went
along. If the two had only known they were being
watched by Pedro, who had crept beneath the un-
curtained kitchen window where he could distinctly
hear all that was said, and occasionally risk a
glance within, things might have been different. As
it was they were so engrossed in study of the map,
that Pedro found it easy to slip away, after he was
sure that Mr. Peters had secured the chart in his
boot for safekeeping.
When once out of danger of discovery, Mendez
slipped out behind the wagon shed, and whistled
low three times. An answering whistle came back
to him, and soon a figure appeared out of the
darkness.
"Is that you, 'Hoot'?" Pedro whispered.
"Yep, and I reckon I'm on time too, Mex," said
the man. "Anything new on tap?"
"Si, Senor, and something important. Tell Gorgas
that to-morrow, Mr. Peters rides past Black Hills.
He goes to stake a new claim. He will be alone;
wait your chance and then strike. Saavy? There
will be a map of the strike hidden in his boot."
"Looks like easy pickin', gringo. When will you
join us?" asked "Hoot."
"Pronto, hombre," replied Mendez. "How many
are in the gang, senor?"
56
[corresponds to page 56 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
vorite topic--the days when he was young.
"Did any of this bunch ever hear the straight of
how Crazy Horse got his first taste o' fire water?"
inquired the oldest inhabitant in a reminiscent mood.
No one replied, and taking it for granted that he
would not be interrupted, Jerry cleared his throat
and began.
Just at this point the conversation was interrupt-
ed by a shot issuing from the saloon, and a moment
later, out burst a roughly dressed individual with a
white scar on his left cheek, who vaulted to his
pony's back and was off. After him came Tim, the
bartender, flourishing a cork-screw and shouting:
"Sthop him, I say, he ain't paid for his drink.
The blitherin' idot tried to puncture me, but thank
Hiven, the lookin' glass is all that's busted."
To catch the fellow then, however, was impossible.
for the only witness to his hasty flight was a ris-
ing pyramid of alkali dust far down the road.
"I know that man," vouchsafed "Slim" Henderson,
Deputy Sheriff. "Joe, don't you remember 'Stick-
up' Jim Ramsey, who tried to lay a claim to Sam
Peter's land by fake papers, about two years ago?
The varmint skipped out 'a town quite sudden, af-
ter a little tussle with Sam, but he swore revenge
afore he pulled up stakes. I'd know that gent any-
where by that pretty looking scar he carries around.
Let me tell you there'll be trouble brewing afore
long with such a reptile loose around here."
Rising, "Slim" yawned, stretched himself, and
drawled, "I'll just go over and have a little chat
with the Sheriff about this. It won't do any harm
to keep a watch out for this fellow's whereabouts."
Jerry was first to speak after Henderson's depar-
ture. "This here country sure is going to the dogs.
Why a decent feller can't live secure any more."
Suddenly a cloud of dust appeared on the road
opposite that just taken by the man known familiar-
ly as "Stickup." From the rapidity of approach,
the onlookers conjectured that whoever it might be,
had something of real importance on hand. The ob-
scuring dust lifted, little by little, disclosing a horse,
whose rider hung low over the saddle, urging the
steed to greater effort.
"I'm willin' to wager that's Danny, Sam Peters'
boy. But what can he be in such a rush about?"
queried "Spooks" Slade, district mail carrier. Their
anxiety was soon set at rest, for Danny, a red-head-
ed, capable looking boy of sixteen, who was an es-
pecial favorite with all the residents of Peace,
swung off his horse, and scarcely waiting to catch
breath, exclaimed, "Dad's struck it rich at last, boys,
after all these hard years of plugging. It's over
along the foot of the Sawtooth somewhere; I didn't
stop long enough to find out. And,--oh, yes, I near-
ly forgot,--Dad wants a whole new prospecting out-
fit, too." After such a long speech--for Danny--he
lapsed into silence.
Joe Cameron voiced the feelings of all when he
said, "You bet we're all for you, son. I just felt in
my bones that Sam was about due for a little change
in luck."
It did not take Danny long to secure the needed
equipment, and with the well-wishes of all ringing
in his ears, he set out for home. Just at dusk he
rode in, and found Pedro Mendez, the Mexican hired
man, standing ready to help him unload. The man's
teeth shone white against a brown skin, as their
eyes met, but there was little of humor in the smile.
It was a smirk that lingered artificially. The fel-
low was rather uncommunicative, but conveyed the
information that Mr. Peters had been very restless
during his absence, and had asked to see him as soon
as he got back.
As they were talking, the Sheriff, Mr. Long, af-
fectionately known as "Shorty," rode up. He had
just heard of Mr. Peter's good fortune, and know-
ing that Danny's father must be anxious to stake
his claim as soon as possible, had ridden up with
the ownership papers. The conversation between
the Sheriff and Sam Peters chiefly concerned the
latter's new find, but when Long mentioned that
Ramsey was in the neighborhood, Pedro's eyes
lighted up with an unaccustomed glow.
After supper, Mr. Peters drew a rough chart of
the strike, explaining it all to Danny as he went
along. If the two had only known they were being
watched by Pedro, who had crept beneath the un-
curtained kitchen window where he could distinctly
hear all that was said, and occasionally risk a
glance within, things might have been different. As
it was they were so engrossed in study of the map,
that Pedro found it easy to slip away, after he was
sure that Mr. Peters had secured the chart in his
boot for safekeeping.
When once out of danger of discovery, Mendez
slipped out behind the wagon shed, and whistled
low three times. An answering whistle came back
to him, and soon a figure appeared out of the
darkness.
"Is that you, 'Hoot'?" Pedro whispered.
"Yep, and I reckon I'm on time too, Mex," said
the man. "Anything new on tap?"
"Si, Senor, and something important. Tell Gorgas
that to-morrow, Mr. Peters rides past Black Hills.
He goes to stake a new claim. He will be alone;
wait your chance and then strike. Saavy? There
will be a map of the strike hidden in his boot."
"Looks like easy pickin', gringo. When will you
join us?" asked "Hoot."
"Pronto, hombre," replied Mendez. "How many
are in the gang, senor?"
56
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 59)
Description
[page 59]
[corresponds to page 57 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
"Just five. Gorgas says that he won't have a whole
raft of men around, like he did two years ago. 'Mem-
ber how we all skidooed when Long caught us red
handed a rustlin' them cattle. I ain't forgot that
day yet. Well, I spose you're wantin' to know who's
back. There's 'Dusty' Phillips and 'Smilin' Jack'
Wilson, besides myself. Who d'ye think blew in
last night? Why, Ramsey. He's been layin' low for
a while, but he said it warn't in him to keep away
with the old gang workin' again. I guess I' orter
light out. Boss told me to hoof it right back.
S'long."
"Adios," was Pedro's rejoinder. He listened un-
til he heard the dull thud of a horse's hoofs speed-
ing off across the mesa. Then turning, he sought
his lodgings above the stable to plan for the mor-
row. Next morning at dawn, Mr. Peters set out
on his way with a happy heart.
Danny, for some unaccountable reason was ap-
prehensive of his father's going, but he was almost
afraid to voice his fear. The feeling remained up-
permost in his mind all forenoon, although he tried
in vain, by working, to drive it away.
Soon after lunch he caught a glimpse of his fath-
er's horse "Star," coming riderless over the plain
at a terrific gallop, and his worst alarms were real-
ized. Moreover, from the blood stains on the saddle,
he knew there had been a fight, and that his father
needed him badly. He attempted to find Mendez,
but the Mexican had discreetly fled. Quickly mount-
ing, the boy started out, scanning the sage brush
dotted plan far ahead, for the sight which he so
dreaded to see, yet momentarily expected.
About mid afternoon near Coyote Pass, he found
his father by the side of the road, nearly dead. A
smile came over his face as Danny bent down over
him and he said,
"I knew you'd be here, but there's no use trying
to help me, son, I'm done for. A pack of bunco men
rode up at me out of that coulee, 'afore I could put
up a scrap, and plugged me full of lead. It's the
same bunch that hung out in these parts 'afore the
Sheriff got busy. Jim Ramsey was one of 'em, son.
He's always had it in for me since I gave him a
lickin', a couple of years ago. Thank God, I didn't
bring that chart along. It's home under the floor
in the southwest corner of the kitchen. Don't let
'em get it, son."
Mr. Peters could scarcely speak above a whisper,
but it was clear that there was something else he
wanted to say.
"Danny, you've been a good boy, and I hope you'll
be a better man than your dad has been. I always
tried to do my duty by you, just like Mary made me
promise, afore she died. My one possession is this
claim, the only inheritance I can leave you. Take
it, and may God protect you, my boy."
He tried to speak again but the effort proved too
much. Sam Peters had passed to the Great Beyond.
Broken hearted, Danny dug a shallow grave, and
placed a rude cross at the head; standing for a mo-
mont, bareheaded, the forlorn figure of a boy who
has just lost his best friend. Then mounting his
horse, the grief-stricken lad turned homeward as
the last rays of the setting sun gilded the far off
jagged peaks of the Sawtooth; and one by one, the
stars came out, casting their steely blue glitter over
the earth.
A day or so later Danny was seated on the top-
most rail of the corral, wondering as to just what
the future would bring, when suddenly his reverie
was rudely cut short by the swish of a lariat whose
horsehair noose settled about his shoulders, jerking
him violently backwards. So stunned was he at
this unexpected happening that he had no chance
to resist, and when he could think clearly again he
found himself bound, and being carried on the shoul-
ders of two men. Where could they be taking him?
Any doubts he had were quickly dispelled, for
they soon arrived at an old, unused well, some dis-
tance from the road. Setting down their burden,
the men commenced to taunt Danny. At last wehn
they tired of this, the two lowered him into the
deep, dark pit, and then went on to rejoin their
companions.
Danny lay still for a long time, trying to make
himself believe it was all a dream; but suddenly he
realized the grim reality of it, and strove with all
his might to tear the restraining cords loose. Then
he attempted to shout, but soon saw the utter futil-
ity of this, for he heard only the empty echoes. Hav-
ing given up all hope of rescue, he lay quietly trying
to rack his brains for a way of escape, when sud-
denly in the little circle of light above, appeared one
of the most welcome sights Danny had ever seen.
It was the smiling, freckled face of "Spooks" Slade.
"Hello there, Dan, I didn't dare come near till
just now. Saw the two of 'em sneaking in behind
ya, just as I got to the top of the hill, so I ducked
into the brush, and watched proceedings. I'll say
they took ya off the fence pretty neat. They've just
flew the coop. Took your Dad's prospecting outfit,
too. Just you lay still; I'll lower a rope down right
off."
As soon as Danny stood above ground again, they
decided that no time must be lost in getting to Peace,
where the Sheriff could be consulted.
They arrived there in quick time, and Long pro-
posed that the pursuit start as soon as possible.
They agreed, and six trusty men having been chosen,
57
[corresponds to page 57 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
"Just five. Gorgas says that he won't have a whole
raft of men around, like he did two years ago. 'Mem-
ber how we all skidooed when Long caught us red
handed a rustlin' them cattle. I ain't forgot that
day yet. Well, I spose you're wantin' to know who's
back. There's 'Dusty' Phillips and 'Smilin' Jack'
Wilson, besides myself. Who d'ye think blew in
last night? Why, Ramsey. He's been layin' low for
a while, but he said it warn't in him to keep away
with the old gang workin' again. I guess I' orter
light out. Boss told me to hoof it right back.
S'long."
"Adios," was Pedro's rejoinder. He listened un-
til he heard the dull thud of a horse's hoofs speed-
ing off across the mesa. Then turning, he sought
his lodgings above the stable to plan for the mor-
row. Next morning at dawn, Mr. Peters set out
on his way with a happy heart.
Danny, for some unaccountable reason was ap-
prehensive of his father's going, but he was almost
afraid to voice his fear. The feeling remained up-
permost in his mind all forenoon, although he tried
in vain, by working, to drive it away.
Soon after lunch he caught a glimpse of his fath-
er's horse "Star," coming riderless over the plain
at a terrific gallop, and his worst alarms were real-
ized. Moreover, from the blood stains on the saddle,
he knew there had been a fight, and that his father
needed him badly. He attempted to find Mendez,
but the Mexican had discreetly fled. Quickly mount-
ing, the boy started out, scanning the sage brush
dotted plan far ahead, for the sight which he so
dreaded to see, yet momentarily expected.
About mid afternoon near Coyote Pass, he found
his father by the side of the road, nearly dead. A
smile came over his face as Danny bent down over
him and he said,
"I knew you'd be here, but there's no use trying
to help me, son, I'm done for. A pack of bunco men
rode up at me out of that coulee, 'afore I could put
up a scrap, and plugged me full of lead. It's the
same bunch that hung out in these parts 'afore the
Sheriff got busy. Jim Ramsey was one of 'em, son.
He's always had it in for me since I gave him a
lickin', a couple of years ago. Thank God, I didn't
bring that chart along. It's home under the floor
in the southwest corner of the kitchen. Don't let
'em get it, son."
Mr. Peters could scarcely speak above a whisper,
but it was clear that there was something else he
wanted to say.
"Danny, you've been a good boy, and I hope you'll
be a better man than your dad has been. I always
tried to do my duty by you, just like Mary made me
promise, afore she died. My one possession is this
claim, the only inheritance I can leave you. Take
it, and may God protect you, my boy."
He tried to speak again but the effort proved too
much. Sam Peters had passed to the Great Beyond.
Broken hearted, Danny dug a shallow grave, and
placed a rude cross at the head; standing for a mo-
mont, bareheaded, the forlorn figure of a boy who
has just lost his best friend. Then mounting his
horse, the grief-stricken lad turned homeward as
the last rays of the setting sun gilded the far off
jagged peaks of the Sawtooth; and one by one, the
stars came out, casting their steely blue glitter over
the earth.
A day or so later Danny was seated on the top-
most rail of the corral, wondering as to just what
the future would bring, when suddenly his reverie
was rudely cut short by the swish of a lariat whose
horsehair noose settled about his shoulders, jerking
him violently backwards. So stunned was he at
this unexpected happening that he had no chance
to resist, and when he could think clearly again he
found himself bound, and being carried on the shoul-
ders of two men. Where could they be taking him?
Any doubts he had were quickly dispelled, for
they soon arrived at an old, unused well, some dis-
tance from the road. Setting down their burden,
the men commenced to taunt Danny. At last wehn
they tired of this, the two lowered him into the
deep, dark pit, and then went on to rejoin their
companions.
Danny lay still for a long time, trying to make
himself believe it was all a dream; but suddenly he
realized the grim reality of it, and strove with all
his might to tear the restraining cords loose. Then
he attempted to shout, but soon saw the utter futil-
ity of this, for he heard only the empty echoes. Hav-
ing given up all hope of rescue, he lay quietly trying
to rack his brains for a way of escape, when sud-
denly in the little circle of light above, appeared one
of the most welcome sights Danny had ever seen.
It was the smiling, freckled face of "Spooks" Slade.
"Hello there, Dan, I didn't dare come near till
just now. Saw the two of 'em sneaking in behind
ya, just as I got to the top of the hill, so I ducked
into the brush, and watched proceedings. I'll say
they took ya off the fence pretty neat. They've just
flew the coop. Took your Dad's prospecting outfit,
too. Just you lay still; I'll lower a rope down right
off."
As soon as Danny stood above ground again, they
decided that no time must be lost in getting to Peace,
where the Sheriff could be consulted.
They arrived there in quick time, and Long pro-
posed that the pursuit start as soon as possible.
They agreed, and six trusty men having been chosen,
57
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 60)
Description
[page 60]
[corresponds to page 58 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
the chase started in earnest. Although "Shorty"
thought it unwise for Danny to go along, he finally
gave in, when he realized that they boy was the only
one who knew the trail the claim jumpers had tak-
en, since Mendez had secured the map before start-
ing.
It was early evening when far ahead on a stretch
of level mesa, the pursuers saw the glow of a camp
fire. Assured that Gorgas's band had no intimation
of their nearness,--for this country was one little
traveled,--the men decided to camp right where
they were, in a little valley. "Tiny" Maxwell, Long's
right hand man, was sent out to reconnoitre. He
returned with the news that there were only six
men in Gorgas's gang, and as far as he could see,
no guard had been posted, so secure did they feel.
He also discerned that whiskey was being used
freely by all.
Immediately a council was called, and the plans
for the capture of the unsuspecting bandits worked
out. It was decided that early next morning, they
should quietly surround the camp, while all were
deep in a drunken sleep, and have them under ar-
rest before they were fully awake. One man was
then posted as guard, and the rest left. Danny,
however, was very restless. Finally, unable to stand
it any longer, he went to the Sheriff and told him
he could not feel secure until he had set up the
claim with his own hand. He was determined on
starting out as soon as possible, and "Shorty" prom-
ised him that as soon as the morning's work had
been attended to, he would let him have two men to
go along.
Just as the first glimmer of dawn appeared, the
posse swooped down upon the bandits, and with very
little commotion, the entire gang was taken into
custody. They proved to be some of the worst char-
acters in the West, and the Sheriff was glad to have
these very men, since they escaped him once be-
fore.
True to his promise, Long gave Danny two men
to act as escort, and after several hours of hard rid-
ing among the rocky foothills of the majestic, snow-
covered Sawtooth range, guided by the boy who
picked the trail by various landmarks, they ap-
proached the narrow gulch in which the precious
deposit was located. All of a sudden, they became
aware of the marks of a horse's hoofs in the soft
earth, and proceeding with infinite caution they
came to the canyon's entrance, and found that some-
one must be within, for the hot ashes of a fire lay
scattered about.
Resolved to take no changes, Danny then instruct-
ed the two men to creep into the valley a little way,
and spy, while he took a circuitous route, worming
his way through the dry creek-bed, to a point where
he could look out upon the floor of the gulch in all
directions.
What the lad saw, not fifteen feet away from him,
was a horse tethered, and on the side of the gently
sloping hill, a rude sign announced that this land
was held by Miguel Gorgas.
Just as he stood there watching, several shots rang
out in quick succession, seeming to come from just
around the bend. Realizing that his two compan-
ions must have been discovered, he slipped down
again, and watching his chance, came up noiseless-
ly behind a natural parapet of boulders, where he
intended to take a look around. Something seemed
to warn him of impending danger, and there, sure
enough, flattened against the stone breastwork lay
a man, intent on drawing a bead on someone. So
busy was he defending his position, that he failed
to notice even Danny's sudden appearance. Quick-
ly the fellow fired, and turned part way 'round to
reload his gun. Danny shrank back, but not before
he had seen the face of "Stickup" Ramsey. Crawl-
iong up a little nearer, though still sufficiently hid-
den, the boy was almost able to touch his man. It
was now or never. Drawing his pistol from its hol-
ster, he placed the cold steel muzzle resolutely
against "Stickup's" neck, at the same time ordering
him to surrender, in no uncertain terms. The ef-
fect was instantaneous. Perhaps more from sur-
prise than fear, the claim-jumper threw up his
hands, and it was but a matter of minutes before
the boy and his companions had him safely fastened
up with a heavy pair of manacles.
The task of setting up a fresh claim was soon ac-
complished, and closely guarded, and the man whose
name had been a cause of terror to all the plains
was marched back in sullen submission.
As for Danny, whose quick thinking had marked
him as a hero, he was the center of all attention,
and his entrance into Peace was rivalled only by
that of a conquering warrior.
For the satisfaction of those who must have every-
thing explained to them, it might be added that Dan-
ly's [sic] inheritance turned out to be one of the richest
finds ever uncovered in that section of the West-
ern country. --WILLIAM BROWN, '22.
58
[corresponds to page 58 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
the chase started in earnest. Although "Shorty"
thought it unwise for Danny to go along, he finally
gave in, when he realized that they boy was the only
one who knew the trail the claim jumpers had tak-
en, since Mendez had secured the map before start-
ing.
It was early evening when far ahead on a stretch
of level mesa, the pursuers saw the glow of a camp
fire. Assured that Gorgas's band had no intimation
of their nearness,--for this country was one little
traveled,--the men decided to camp right where
they were, in a little valley. "Tiny" Maxwell, Long's
right hand man, was sent out to reconnoitre. He
returned with the news that there were only six
men in Gorgas's gang, and as far as he could see,
no guard had been posted, so secure did they feel.
He also discerned that whiskey was being used
freely by all.
Immediately a council was called, and the plans
for the capture of the unsuspecting bandits worked
out. It was decided that early next morning, they
should quietly surround the camp, while all were
deep in a drunken sleep, and have them under ar-
rest before they were fully awake. One man was
then posted as guard, and the rest left. Danny,
however, was very restless. Finally, unable to stand
it any longer, he went to the Sheriff and told him
he could not feel secure until he had set up the
claim with his own hand. He was determined on
starting out as soon as possible, and "Shorty" prom-
ised him that as soon as the morning's work had
been attended to, he would let him have two men to
go along.
Just as the first glimmer of dawn appeared, the
posse swooped down upon the bandits, and with very
little commotion, the entire gang was taken into
custody. They proved to be some of the worst char-
acters in the West, and the Sheriff was glad to have
these very men, since they escaped him once be-
fore.
True to his promise, Long gave Danny two men
to act as escort, and after several hours of hard rid-
ing among the rocky foothills of the majestic, snow-
covered Sawtooth range, guided by the boy who
picked the trail by various landmarks, they ap-
proached the narrow gulch in which the precious
deposit was located. All of a sudden, they became
aware of the marks of a horse's hoofs in the soft
earth, and proceeding with infinite caution they
came to the canyon's entrance, and found that some-
one must be within, for the hot ashes of a fire lay
scattered about.
Resolved to take no changes, Danny then instruct-
ed the two men to creep into the valley a little way,
and spy, while he took a circuitous route, worming
his way through the dry creek-bed, to a point where
he could look out upon the floor of the gulch in all
directions.
What the lad saw, not fifteen feet away from him,
was a horse tethered, and on the side of the gently
sloping hill, a rude sign announced that this land
was held by Miguel Gorgas.
Just as he stood there watching, several shots rang
out in quick succession, seeming to come from just
around the bend. Realizing that his two compan-
ions must have been discovered, he slipped down
again, and watching his chance, came up noiseless-
ly behind a natural parapet of boulders, where he
intended to take a look around. Something seemed
to warn him of impending danger, and there, sure
enough, flattened against the stone breastwork lay
a man, intent on drawing a bead on someone. So
busy was he defending his position, that he failed
to notice even Danny's sudden appearance. Quick-
ly the fellow fired, and turned part way 'round to
reload his gun. Danny shrank back, but not before
he had seen the face of "Stickup" Ramsey. Crawl-
iong up a little nearer, though still sufficiently hid-
den, the boy was almost able to touch his man. It
was now or never. Drawing his pistol from its hol-
ster, he placed the cold steel muzzle resolutely
against "Stickup's" neck, at the same time ordering
him to surrender, in no uncertain terms. The ef-
fect was instantaneous. Perhaps more from sur-
prise than fear, the claim-jumper threw up his
hands, and it was but a matter of minutes before
the boy and his companions had him safely fastened
up with a heavy pair of manacles.
The task of setting up a fresh claim was soon ac-
complished, and closely guarded, and the man whose
name had been a cause of terror to all the plains
was marched back in sullen submission.
As for Danny, whose quick thinking had marked
him as a hero, he was the center of all attention,
and his entrance into Peace was rivalled only by
that of a conquering warrior.
For the satisfaction of those who must have every-
thing explained to them, it might be added that Dan-
ly's [sic] inheritance turned out to be one of the richest
finds ever uncovered in that section of the West-
ern country. --WILLIAM BROWN, '22.
58
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 61)
Description
[page 61]
[corresponds to page 59 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
An Indian Sport
In the summer of 1918 I happened to visit my
uncle, who was a civil surgeon, then stationed at
his camp at Atrauli, in the United Provinces of In-
dia. English officials were very infrequent in that
part of the country, and for this reason we became
acquainted with the Rajah, the nominal ruler of
that particular district. During the latter part of
our stay, my uncle and I were invited to be guests
of the dignitary at a celebration to be held for the
purpose of raising money for the Red Cross,--a cel-
ebration in which the main sport was to be wrest-
ling. We accepted the invitation eagerly, for we had
never before seen an Indian wrestling match.
The Rajah called for us that afternoon at three.
On arriving we found that there was a considerable
crowd on the grounds; but everyone made way for
us, and we were soon in our seats. The ground had
been spaded for a space about twenty feet square,
in which the wrestling matches were to take place.
One side was reserved for His Highness and his
retinue; the other three for the public, who throng-
ed and crowded them.
At about three-thirty the matches began. The
first one was between two young men who were
making their first appearance in the ring. As each
stepped out, he was greeted with a cheer from the
men of his village, who had come to see him wrestle.
In an instant they were at it. Since neither of the
wrestlers was very muscular, it was plain that
both depended upon their speed. During the match,
one old man in the front line sat wrapped in the
contest. He was a man of about sixty, who was
lame, and who might have been taken for the grand-
father of one of the wrestlers. His lameness sug-
gested the fact that he himself had probably wrestled
at some time, and was now the young man's coach.
When at last his pupil won the victory, he went wild
with excitement, and the victor rushed to the side-
lines and hugged and wept over his old grandfath-
er, acting much as the Mt. Vernon players did after
the Delaware game. He then shook hands with his
grinning friends, and peeled off a rupee from each
hand he shook, for such was the custom.
The next match was between a well-built and in-
telligent-looking farmer, and a harry, muscular man
who might have claimed relationship to a chimpan-
zee. After each was duly greeted, another match
was on.
From the beginning of this second match, it was
apparent that it was a battle between Brains and
Brawn; but when Brains got a good hold on Brawn,
he was not strong enough to throw him, and Brawn
eventually won by wearing out Brains. Then Brawn,
in his turn, received due congratulations and rupees
from his townspeople, and the next contestants step-
ped into the ring.
One was a man of much the same type as the vic-
tor of the previous match; the other a very self-sat-
isfied looking Hindu Babu. The latter was almost
too fat to look like a wrestler, yet the crowd had
"doped" it out that he would win. By his actions he
conveyed the impression in a very decided way that
he believed in the judgment of the crowd. It took
him about twenty minutes to throw his opponent;
but he had an excuse ready: he had sprained his
wrist, he said, and that was why he did not win
sooner.
This last match ended the regular schedule, but a
bunnia from the North, Dirjon by name, champion
of the United Provinces, was willing to take on any-
body who cared to wrestle with him. For a time no
one seemed very anxious to do so. After a wait, the
Rajah made an announcement to the effect that since
this man had come all the way from Lucknow, it was
a pity he had to go home without having accom-
plished anything. At these words, a tall Mohamme-
dan stepped out of the crowd, and took up the chal-
lenge. The two then went into adjoining tents to
get ready.
Dirjon came out first, and took his corner amid
wild cheers from the spectators. He was a man of
average height, very powerfully built, with rippling
muscles under his smooth brown skin. He started,
after the Indian custom, to warm up, not with some
selections from Walter Camp's Daily Dozen as an
American might, but with an exercise peculiar to
wrestlers of his country,--an exercise which I have
never seen in any other part of the world, and one
which combines all the contortions of the Daily
Dozen in one. As one watched Dirjon's powerful
body going through these motions, one could not
help wondering at the audacity of the lanky Mo-
hammedan who now stepped into his corner.
Not a sound did the crowd utter as the two wrest-
lers took their places. No time was wasted in pre-
liminary feints. Like a flash Dirjon rushed across
the soft ground, and in an instant literally picked
up his opponent and laid him on his back in the dust.
At this the crowd acted exactly as the crowd in the
bleachers acts when Babe Ruth knocks his fifty-
seventh homer; a noise more like a roar than any-
thing else went up and continued for ten minutes
without a stop. The celebration was over, but not a
soul stirred in the arena for at least ten minutes;
after which the crowd moved off slowly, first by
ones, and then faster.
The Rajah then invited us to tea, which had been
prepared on the grounds; and, as we went, we felt
that we had had a pleasant afternoon's entertain-
ment. --JOHN R. BEAL, '22.
59
[corresponds to page 59 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Bulletin
An Indian Sport
In the summer of 1918 I happened to visit my
uncle, who was a civil surgeon, then stationed at
his camp at Atrauli, in the United Provinces of In-
dia. English officials were very infrequent in that
part of the country, and for this reason we became
acquainted with the Rajah, the nominal ruler of
that particular district. During the latter part of
our stay, my uncle and I were invited to be guests
of the dignitary at a celebration to be held for the
purpose of raising money for the Red Cross,--a cel-
ebration in which the main sport was to be wrest-
ling. We accepted the invitation eagerly, for we had
never before seen an Indian wrestling match.
The Rajah called for us that afternoon at three.
On arriving we found that there was a considerable
crowd on the grounds; but everyone made way for
us, and we were soon in our seats. The ground had
been spaded for a space about twenty feet square,
in which the wrestling matches were to take place.
One side was reserved for His Highness and his
retinue; the other three for the public, who throng-
ed and crowded them.
At about three-thirty the matches began. The
first one was between two young men who were
making their first appearance in the ring. As each
stepped out, he was greeted with a cheer from the
men of his village, who had come to see him wrestle.
In an instant they were at it. Since neither of the
wrestlers was very muscular, it was plain that
both depended upon their speed. During the match,
one old man in the front line sat wrapped in the
contest. He was a man of about sixty, who was
lame, and who might have been taken for the grand-
father of one of the wrestlers. His lameness sug-
gested the fact that he himself had probably wrestled
at some time, and was now the young man's coach.
When at last his pupil won the victory, he went wild
with excitement, and the victor rushed to the side-
lines and hugged and wept over his old grandfath-
er, acting much as the Mt. Vernon players did after
the Delaware game. He then shook hands with his
grinning friends, and peeled off a rupee from each
hand he shook, for such was the custom.
The next match was between a well-built and in-
telligent-looking farmer, and a harry, muscular man
who might have claimed relationship to a chimpan-
zee. After each was duly greeted, another match
was on.
From the beginning of this second match, it was
apparent that it was a battle between Brains and
Brawn; but when Brains got a good hold on Brawn,
he was not strong enough to throw him, and Brawn
eventually won by wearing out Brains. Then Brawn,
in his turn, received due congratulations and rupees
from his townspeople, and the next contestants step-
ped into the ring.
One was a man of much the same type as the vic-
tor of the previous match; the other a very self-sat-
isfied looking Hindu Babu. The latter was almost
too fat to look like a wrestler, yet the crowd had
"doped" it out that he would win. By his actions he
conveyed the impression in a very decided way that
he believed in the judgment of the crowd. It took
him about twenty minutes to throw his opponent;
but he had an excuse ready: he had sprained his
wrist, he said, and that was why he did not win
sooner.
This last match ended the regular schedule, but a
bunnia from the North, Dirjon by name, champion
of the United Provinces, was willing to take on any-
body who cared to wrestle with him. For a time no
one seemed very anxious to do so. After a wait, the
Rajah made an announcement to the effect that since
this man had come all the way from Lucknow, it was
a pity he had to go home without having accom-
plished anything. At these words, a tall Mohamme-
dan stepped out of the crowd, and took up the chal-
lenge. The two then went into adjoining tents to
get ready.
Dirjon came out first, and took his corner amid
wild cheers from the spectators. He was a man of
average height, very powerfully built, with rippling
muscles under his smooth brown skin. He started,
after the Indian custom, to warm up, not with some
selections from Walter Camp's Daily Dozen as an
American might, but with an exercise peculiar to
wrestlers of his country,--an exercise which I have
never seen in any other part of the world, and one
which combines all the contortions of the Daily
Dozen in one. As one watched Dirjon's powerful
body going through these motions, one could not
help wondering at the audacity of the lanky Mo-
hammedan who now stepped into his corner.
Not a sound did the crowd utter as the two wrest-
lers took their places. No time was wasted in pre-
liminary feints. Like a flash Dirjon rushed across
the soft ground, and in an instant literally picked
up his opponent and laid him on his back in the dust.
At this the crowd acted exactly as the crowd in the
bleachers acts when Babe Ruth knocks his fifty-
seventh homer; a noise more like a roar than any-
thing else went up and continued for ten minutes
without a stop. The celebration was over, but not a
soul stirred in the arena for at least ten minutes;
after which the crowd moved off slowly, first by
ones, and then faster.
The Rajah then invited us to tea, which had been
prepared on the grounds; and, as we went, we felt
that we had had a pleasant afternoon's entertain-
ment. --JOHN R. BEAL, '22.
59
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 62)
Description
[page 62]
[corresponds to unlabeled page 60 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Pianos Phonographs and Records
Blair & Company
Delaware's Leading
Furniture House
Our Motto
"QUALITY and LOW PRICES"
Interior Decorations Floor Coverings
[corresponds to unlabeled page 60 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Pianos Phonographs and Records
Blair & Company
Delaware's Leading
Furniture House
Our Motto
"QUALITY and LOW PRICES"
Interior Decorations Floor Coverings
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 63)
Description
[page 63]
[corresponds to unlabeled page 61 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
When Hungry
Come to
The Candy Kitchen
Cafeteria
Wholesome Food
Prompt Service
There's the
Pleasure
of giving good candy
and the added pleas-
ure of giving it in
Whitman's
SAMPLER
BUN'S
Prof. Leas: William, what is a dry dock?
Bill T.: A physician who won't give prescrip-
tions.
Cline Jones (with a headache): Will you give
me something for my head?
Druggist: I wouldn't take it as a gift.
Waiter: Milk or water?
Mr. Boyers: Don't tell me, please; let me guess.
Before Exams
O Lord of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget, lest we forget.
After Exams
The Lord of Hosts was with us not,
For we forgot, for we forgot.
Polly: I think a street car has just passed.
Dot: How do you know
Polly: I can see its tracks.
The D.H.S.
Boys and Girls
Bring their dates to
Vatsure's Confectionery
[corresponds to unlabeled page 61 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
When Hungry
Come to
The Candy Kitchen
Cafeteria
Wholesome Food
Prompt Service
There's the
Pleasure
of giving good candy
and the added pleas-
ure of giving it in
Whitman's
SAMPLER
BUN'S
Prof. Leas: William, what is a dry dock?
Bill T.: A physician who won't give prescrip-
tions.
Cline Jones (with a headache): Will you give
me something for my head?
Druggist: I wouldn't take it as a gift.
Waiter: Milk or water?
Mr. Boyers: Don't tell me, please; let me guess.
Before Exams
O Lord of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget, lest we forget.
After Exams
The Lord of Hosts was with us not,
For we forgot, for we forgot.
Polly: I think a street car has just passed.
Dot: How do you know
Polly: I can see its tracks.
The D.H.S.
Boys and Girls
Bring their dates to
Vatsure's Confectionery
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 64)
Description
[page 64]
[corresponds to unlabeled page 62 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Call 2482
Get Prices on Furniture, Rugs, Linoleums, Lace Curtains,
Draperies, Stoves and Ranges
Swickheimer & Noble
Mrs. Naylor (commencing the recitation): Paul,
will you start the ball rolling
Paul B.: I haven't got the ball yet.
(James Warner, reading a thrilling composition
in English III): "The man was awakened by the
sound of heavy foot prints coming towards him."
"Now please don't go out tonight," said Mr. Wor-
line to his wayward furnace.
Mr. Mahon in Economics: Ccan you give an il-
lustration of the difference between rarity and
scarcity?
Fred Wickham: The beauty of some girls is rare,
and of others it is scarce.
Mrs. Naylor in Eng. III): How many of you have
read "To a Field Mouse?"
Scott Radcliffe: I didn't know you could get one
to listen.
JOHN K. FOSTER
WALL PAPER, MOULDING,
PAINTS and VARNISHES
Phone 7423 36 E. Winter St.
Delaware, Ohio
THE
GREAT ATLANTIC AND PACIFIC TEA CO.
5300 Stores
Groceries, Candy, Cakes, Fruit
The Best Service Give us a Trial
60 N. Sandusky Street
WILSON'S
THE HOME OF HART, SCHAFFNER and MARX CLOTHES
Everything for the Young Fellow
THE HOTEL ALLEN BLOCK
[corresponds to unlabeled page 62 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Call 2482
Get Prices on Furniture, Rugs, Linoleums, Lace Curtains,
Draperies, Stoves and Ranges
Swickheimer & Noble
Mrs. Naylor (commencing the recitation): Paul,
will you start the ball rolling
Paul B.: I haven't got the ball yet.
(James Warner, reading a thrilling composition
in English III): "The man was awakened by the
sound of heavy foot prints coming towards him."
"Now please don't go out tonight," said Mr. Wor-
line to his wayward furnace.
Mr. Mahon in Economics: Ccan you give an il-
lustration of the difference between rarity and
scarcity?
Fred Wickham: The beauty of some girls is rare,
and of others it is scarce.
Mrs. Naylor in Eng. III): How many of you have
read "To a Field Mouse?"
Scott Radcliffe: I didn't know you could get one
to listen.
JOHN K. FOSTER
WALL PAPER, MOULDING,
PAINTS and VARNISHES
Phone 7423 36 E. Winter St.
Delaware, Ohio
THE
GREAT ATLANTIC AND PACIFIC TEA CO.
5300 Stores
Groceries, Candy, Cakes, Fruit
The Best Service Give us a Trial
60 N. Sandusky Street
WILSON'S
THE HOME OF HART, SCHAFFNER and MARX CLOTHES
Everything for the Young Fellow
THE HOTEL ALLEN BLOCK
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 65)
Description
[page 65]
[corresponds to unlabeled page 63 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Auto Laundry Co.
Washing and Painting Automobiles
Our Specialty
91 East Winter Street
Phone NO. 7107
PREST-O-LITE
BATTERY SERVICE STATION
Lancaster Tires
VULCANIZING
23 East Winter Street
Phone 7184
We Carry Foods of Value known for
QUALITY PURITY UNIFORMITY
KURRLEY & EVANS
Ruth Drake: I see you don't speak to R-- any-
more.
Mary Louise Kendrick: No, I give him the ge-
ological survey.
Ruth: The geological survey?
Mary Louise: Yes: What is commonly known
as the stony stare.
Autos kill more people than street cars--probably
because the street cars are harder to kill.
Clayton Herriot: What shall we do this evening?
Jack Pleasant: Let's flip a coin. If it comes
heads, we'll go to a show; if it's tails, we'll go to
the game; and if it stands on end, we'll study.
Dorothy: Can't you keep a secret?
Ersel: Yes I can; it's the people I tell it to who
can't.
Those who stop to think get run over.
Delaware Electric
Supply Co.
12 W. William St.
Electrical Appliances
and Contract Work
If it's
Electrical and Good
The Electric Shop
62 N. Sandusky St.
FEEDS AND SEEDS
Quality Goods at right price
Lawn Seed, Lawn Lime and Fertilizers Poultry Supplies of all kinds
Richard O. Guthke
Formerly City Feed Mill
35 S. Sandusky St. Phone 2626
[corresponds to unlabeled page 63 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Auto Laundry Co.
Washing and Painting Automobiles
Our Specialty
91 East Winter Street
Phone NO. 7107
PREST-O-LITE
BATTERY SERVICE STATION
Lancaster Tires
VULCANIZING
23 East Winter Street
Phone 7184
We Carry Foods of Value known for
QUALITY PURITY UNIFORMITY
KURRLEY & EVANS
Ruth Drake: I see you don't speak to R-- any-
more.
Mary Louise Kendrick: No, I give him the ge-
ological survey.
Ruth: The geological survey?
Mary Louise: Yes: What is commonly known
as the stony stare.
Autos kill more people than street cars--probably
because the street cars are harder to kill.
Clayton Herriot: What shall we do this evening?
Jack Pleasant: Let's flip a coin. If it comes
heads, we'll go to a show; if it's tails, we'll go to
the game; and if it stands on end, we'll study.
Dorothy: Can't you keep a secret?
Ersel: Yes I can; it's the people I tell it to who
can't.
Those who stop to think get run over.
Delaware Electric
Supply Co.
12 W. William St.
Electrical Appliances
and Contract Work
If it's
Electrical and Good
The Electric Shop
62 N. Sandusky St.
FEEDS AND SEEDS
Quality Goods at right price
Lawn Seed, Lawn Lime and Fertilizers Poultry Supplies of all kinds
Richard O. Guthke
Formerly City Feed Mill
35 S. Sandusky St. Phone 2626
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 66)
Description
[page 66]
[corresponds to unlabeled page 64 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
SEIBERING & SILVERTOWN
CORDS
Canfield-Price Vulcanizing Co.
Phone 4120 77 N. Sandusky St.
A. Emerson Company
Home of the
Home-Made Weiners, Minced Ham
Pressed Ham, Jellied Tongue
WHOLESALE and RETAIL
McGUIRE'S NEWS SHOP
All the Latest Magazines and Daily Newspapers
CIGARS TO BURN
FINEST BOX CANDY
Big Assortment of Post Cards
AGENT FOR LANG'S DRY CLEANING AND DYEING
Miss Wise: What is the best word you can give
descriptive of violent action?
Wilbur Willis: Home brew.
Mary S.: Why did you get thrown out of music?
Bill Brown: For singing.
Harold G.: Ever hear the story about the golden
fleece?
Bob S.: No, do they bite?
Miss Wise (to Cline Jones sleeping in the study
hall): Wake up! You can't sleep in here.
Cline: I know I can't with you making all this
fuss.
Leroy Decker: Did you tell Miss Wise I had big
feet?
Jay Jackson: I did not. I merely stated that if
you took off your shoes you would be half un-
dressed.
"Prompt Printers for Particular People"
The Independent
PRINT SHOP
48 1/2 N. Sandusky St.
Telephone 2582
THE
GAZETTE
DELAWARE, OHIO
Publishers and Job Printers
[corresponds to unlabeled page 64 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
SEIBERING & SILVERTOWN
CORDS
Canfield-Price Vulcanizing Co.
Phone 4120 77 N. Sandusky St.
A. Emerson Company
Home of the
Home-Made Weiners, Minced Ham
Pressed Ham, Jellied Tongue
WHOLESALE and RETAIL
McGUIRE'S NEWS SHOP
All the Latest Magazines and Daily Newspapers
CIGARS TO BURN
FINEST BOX CANDY
Big Assortment of Post Cards
AGENT FOR LANG'S DRY CLEANING AND DYEING
Miss Wise: What is the best word you can give
descriptive of violent action?
Wilbur Willis: Home brew.
Mary S.: Why did you get thrown out of music?
Bill Brown: For singing.
Harold G.: Ever hear the story about the golden
fleece?
Bob S.: No, do they bite?
Miss Wise (to Cline Jones sleeping in the study
hall): Wake up! You can't sleep in here.
Cline: I know I can't with you making all this
fuss.
Leroy Decker: Did you tell Miss Wise I had big
feet?
Jay Jackson: I did not. I merely stated that if
you took off your shoes you would be half un-
dressed.
"Prompt Printers for Particular People"
The Independent
PRINT SHOP
48 1/2 N. Sandusky St.
Telephone 2582
THE
GAZETTE
DELAWARE, OHIO
Publishers and Job Printers
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 67)
Description
[page 67]
[corresponds to unlabeled page 65 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
PROFESSIONAL PAGE
DR. W. S. McCLEERY
Osteopathic Physician
27 W. Winter St.
Phone 2303
COMPLIMENTARY
W. A. WHITACRE
Dentist
2nd Floor People's Building
Elevator Service
X-RAY
Special Attention Given to
Radiographing Teeth
WILLIAM O. SEMANS
Dental Surgeon
X-Ray Examinations
4th Floor People's Building
Phone 2414
Telephones:
Office, 2488; Residence, 2559
DR. CATHERINE MAY
CHUBB
Osteopathic Physician
Office: People's Bldg.
COMPLIMENTARY
'Phones:
Residence, 2317; Office, 5138
JOHN PFANNSTIEL
Dentist
Delaware, Ohio
'Phone 5443
B. GORSUCH
Dentist
62 1-2 N. Main St.
Hyatts Block
Delaware, Ohio
DR. MARK A. BAUER
DR. ALICE POTTER BAUER
Osteopathic Physicians
Fourth Floor People's Bldg.
F. L. DAVISON
Dentist
69 1-2 N. Sandusky St.
Delaware, Ohio
H. D. JONES
Dentist
57 1-2 N. Sandusky St.
Over Blair's Store
'Phone 4159
'Phone 7119
DAVID MORGAN
Dentist
Delaware, Ohio
[corresponds to unlabeled page 65 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
PROFESSIONAL PAGE
DR. W. S. McCLEERY
Osteopathic Physician
27 W. Winter St.
Phone 2303
COMPLIMENTARY
W. A. WHITACRE
Dentist
2nd Floor People's Building
Elevator Service
X-RAY
Special Attention Given to
Radiographing Teeth
WILLIAM O. SEMANS
Dental Surgeon
X-Ray Examinations
4th Floor People's Building
Phone 2414
Telephones:
Office, 2488; Residence, 2559
DR. CATHERINE MAY
CHUBB
Osteopathic Physician
Office: People's Bldg.
COMPLIMENTARY
'Phones:
Residence, 2317; Office, 5138
JOHN PFANNSTIEL
Dentist
Delaware, Ohio
'Phone 5443
B. GORSUCH
Dentist
62 1-2 N. Main St.
Hyatts Block
Delaware, Ohio
DR. MARK A. BAUER
DR. ALICE POTTER BAUER
Osteopathic Physicians
Fourth Floor People's Bldg.
F. L. DAVISON
Dentist
69 1-2 N. Sandusky St.
Delaware, Ohio
H. D. JONES
Dentist
57 1-2 N. Sandusky St.
Over Blair's Store
'Phone 4159
'Phone 7119
DAVID MORGAN
Dentist
Delaware, Ohio
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 68)
Description
[page 68]
[corresponds to unlabeled page 66 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Make Thrift a Habit!
Habit is a physical thing. Doing something over and over
again forms a habit. You just can't wish yourself into a habit.
You must act. Do something physically. The foundation of
the thrift habit is to save first and spend afterwards. The Bank
can assist you materially in developing this habit.
Delaware Savings Bank
Billy Radcliffe: Say, Ab, you'd better keep your
eyes open around here today.
Ab Semans (innocently): Why--?
Billy: Because you'll look like an idiot if you go
around with them shut.
Shay, Joe, whersh my hat?
'S on your head.
'S funny, I didn't feel it.
Well, 's not a felt hat.
(Scott Radcliffe, after a long struggle with his
vocabulary, finally manages to make himself un-
derstood.)
Mr. Utley: Well, Scott, if you can't express your-
self, you can get there by freight anyway, can't
you?
"Bev" K.: Have you an opening for a bright, en-
ergetic high school student?
Employer: Yes, and don't slam it on the way out.
THE MORRISON DRY GOODS CO.
Exclusive Delaware Agency for
"Miss Saratoga Middies"
Middies and Middy Suits
The Delaware Water Co.
Come and see the new
Filtration Plant
[corresponds to unlabeled page 66 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Make Thrift a Habit!
Habit is a physical thing. Doing something over and over
again forms a habit. You just can't wish yourself into a habit.
You must act. Do something physically. The foundation of
the thrift habit is to save first and spend afterwards. The Bank
can assist you materially in developing this habit.
Delaware Savings Bank
Billy Radcliffe: Say, Ab, you'd better keep your
eyes open around here today.
Ab Semans (innocently): Why--?
Billy: Because you'll look like an idiot if you go
around with them shut.
Shay, Joe, whersh my hat?
'S on your head.
'S funny, I didn't feel it.
Well, 's not a felt hat.
(Scott Radcliffe, after a long struggle with his
vocabulary, finally manages to make himself un-
derstood.)
Mr. Utley: Well, Scott, if you can't express your-
self, you can get there by freight anyway, can't
you?
"Bev" K.: Have you an opening for a bright, en-
ergetic high school student?
Employer: Yes, and don't slam it on the way out.
THE MORRISON DRY GOODS CO.
Exclusive Delaware Agency for
"Miss Saratoga Middies"
Middies and Middy Suits
The Delaware Water Co.
Come and see the new
Filtration Plant
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 69)
Description
[page 69]
[corresponds to unlabeled page 67 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Hard wood, Cypress, Pine, Poplar and Redwood Lumber
Poplar, Fir and Yellow Pine Siding and Flooring
Shingles, Lath, Ceiling, Mouldings Sash and Doors
Flint Kote Individual and Strip Shingles and Roll Roofing
Our Window and Door Frames will please you
THE McKENZIE LUMBER CO.
Phone 2269
The Delaware Clay Co.
Mrs. Naylor: "Don't forget a penny for ink to-
morrow.
Nevin K.: I refuse to contribute if you're going
to buy red ink with it.
Mrs. Naylor: Oh, you'd receive more than your
money's worth, Nevin.
They say that Paul Benedict has been wandering
in his mind lately.
Don't worry, he can't go far.
Mrs. Naylor: What battle inspired the poem,
"The Charge of the Light Brigade"?
Nevin K.: Valley Forge.
Mr. Utley: What was Lincoln's Gettysburg Ad-
dress?
Ed. Schweitzer: I never knew he lived there.
Ed. Schweitzer: What will this test cover?
Deltus McCarty: About two sheets of paper.
CANDIES FRUITS CONFECTIONS
PAUL BIANCHI
Fancy Brick Ice Cream, Ices and Sherbets for all Occasions
We Deliver Phone 6191
Don't throw your old shoes away;
bring them to the
Modern Shoe Repair Shop
Electric Shoe Shop
Shoes Dyed
Mrs. W. J. Longworth
7 W. William St.
CHANDLER, CLEVELAND
and
MAXWELL
MOTOR CARS
Sales Service
STEGNER AUTO
SERVICE CO.
Delaware, Ohio
Phone 5113 21 Spring St.
[corresponds to unlabeled page 67 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Hard wood, Cypress, Pine, Poplar and Redwood Lumber
Poplar, Fir and Yellow Pine Siding and Flooring
Shingles, Lath, Ceiling, Mouldings Sash and Doors
Flint Kote Individual and Strip Shingles and Roll Roofing
Our Window and Door Frames will please you
THE McKENZIE LUMBER CO.
Phone 2269
The Delaware Clay Co.
Mrs. Naylor: "Don't forget a penny for ink to-
morrow.
Nevin K.: I refuse to contribute if you're going
to buy red ink with it.
Mrs. Naylor: Oh, you'd receive more than your
money's worth, Nevin.
They say that Paul Benedict has been wandering
in his mind lately.
Don't worry, he can't go far.
Mrs. Naylor: What battle inspired the poem,
"The Charge of the Light Brigade"?
Nevin K.: Valley Forge.
Mr. Utley: What was Lincoln's Gettysburg Ad-
dress?
Ed. Schweitzer: I never knew he lived there.
Ed. Schweitzer: What will this test cover?
Deltus McCarty: About two sheets of paper.
CANDIES FRUITS CONFECTIONS
PAUL BIANCHI
Fancy Brick Ice Cream, Ices and Sherbets for all Occasions
We Deliver Phone 6191
Don't throw your old shoes away;
bring them to the
Modern Shoe Repair Shop
Electric Shoe Shop
Shoes Dyed
Mrs. W. J. Longworth
7 W. William St.
CHANDLER, CLEVELAND
and
MAXWELL
MOTOR CARS
Sales Service
STEGNER AUTO
SERVICE CO.
Delaware, Ohio
Phone 5113 21 Spring St.
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 70)
Description
[page 70]
[corresponds to unlabeled page 68 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Jack Watson Bros., Bulletin Boosters Bob
at
THE ALLEN CIGAR STAND
You can "Watch Our Smoke" All Night
THE
ALLEN COFFEE SHOP
A good meal at a good price.
14 E. Winter St.
Foolish Question No. 9, 876,493
Frank Bartholomew: I see your umbrella's
blown inside out. What's that for?
Dot Clark: So it'll wear the same on both sides,
your poor boob.
Miss Sheen: Frances, can you sing at the church
Easter night?
Frances N.: I don't know. What day does Eas-
ter come on?
Floyd S.: They say that whiskey shortens a man's
life.
Walter S.: Yes, but he sees twice as much in the
same length of time.
Coach Mahon: Bus, I'll never be able to put you
at quarterback.
Bus: Why not?
Coach: Because when you call signals the only
numbers you can think of are seven and elenen.
W. H. FORD
INSURER
13 1/2 E. Winter St. .. Delaware, O.
Sheet Rock Brick
Figure with me--it pays you
RUSSELL D. KISSNER
"Zip" Service
Clean Coal Rooffing Stucco
The most dependable line of
CLOTHING AND FURNISHINGS
at the right prices
THE STANDARD
"The Store of Quality and Service"
[corresponds to unlabeled page 68 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Jack Watson Bros., Bulletin Boosters Bob
at
THE ALLEN CIGAR STAND
You can "Watch Our Smoke" All Night
THE
ALLEN COFFEE SHOP
A good meal at a good price.
14 E. Winter St.
Foolish Question No. 9, 876,493
Frank Bartholomew: I see your umbrella's
blown inside out. What's that for?
Dot Clark: So it'll wear the same on both sides,
your poor boob.
Miss Sheen: Frances, can you sing at the church
Easter night?
Frances N.: I don't know. What day does Eas-
ter come on?
Floyd S.: They say that whiskey shortens a man's
life.
Walter S.: Yes, but he sees twice as much in the
same length of time.
Coach Mahon: Bus, I'll never be able to put you
at quarterback.
Bus: Why not?
Coach: Because when you call signals the only
numbers you can think of are seven and elenen.
W. H. FORD
INSURER
13 1/2 E. Winter St. .. Delaware, O.
Sheet Rock Brick
Figure with me--it pays you
RUSSELL D. KISSNER
"Zip" Service
Clean Coal Rooffing Stucco
The most dependable line of
CLOTHING AND FURNISHINGS
at the right prices
THE STANDARD
"The Store of Quality and Service"
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 71)
Description
[page 71]
[corresponds to unlabeled page 69 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Your Savings or Checking Account
are always welcome at
First National Bank
Safety Deposit Boxes for Rent
Rates Reasonable
Any service cheerfully rendered which is consistent with sound and careful
Established 1857
Fat McLaughlin (in Mansfield restaurant): Nev-
er mind the beefsteak, boys, you'll be old sometime
yourselves.
Miss Quinn: What is the most common word in
the high school vocabulary?
Merrill Baldwin (awaking suddenly): Unpre-
pared.
Miss Fisher was making up the eyes for the mem-
bers of the chorus at Mikado when Birdie Paschall
asked: "Oh Miss Fisher, do you make eyes?
Miss Phillips: How did the Israelites cross the
river Jordan under the leadership of Joshua?
Eldred Henders: They forged it.
FRESH PASTURIZED DAIRY PRODUCTS
Oscar Case Creamery
Phone 2416 23-27 N. Union St. Phone 2238
Special Bricks and Individual Moulds
For All Occasions
ALL
Women and Men
Girls and Boys
Go to the Delaware
SHOE SHINING PARLOR
18 S. Sandusky St.
Pure Food Market
Wholesale and Retail Dealers in
FISH, OYSTERS, FRUIT
AND VEGETABLES
Terms Cash 19 E. Winter St.
Phone 2216
R. W. Pierson, Prop.
QUALITY FIRST
[corresponds to unlabeled page 69 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Your Savings or Checking Account
are always welcome at
First National Bank
Safety Deposit Boxes for Rent
Rates Reasonable
Any service cheerfully rendered which is consistent with sound and careful
Established 1857
Fat McLaughlin (in Mansfield restaurant): Nev-
er mind the beefsteak, boys, you'll be old sometime
yourselves.
Miss Quinn: What is the most common word in
the high school vocabulary?
Merrill Baldwin (awaking suddenly): Unpre-
pared.
Miss Fisher was making up the eyes for the mem-
bers of the chorus at Mikado when Birdie Paschall
asked: "Oh Miss Fisher, do you make eyes?
Miss Phillips: How did the Israelites cross the
river Jordan under the leadership of Joshua?
Eldred Henders: They forged it.
FRESH PASTURIZED DAIRY PRODUCTS
Oscar Case Creamery
Phone 2416 23-27 N. Union St. Phone 2238
Special Bricks and Individual Moulds
For All Occasions
ALL
Women and Men
Girls and Boys
Go to the Delaware
SHOE SHINING PARLOR
18 S. Sandusky St.
Pure Food Market
Wholesale and Retail Dealers in
FISH, OYSTERS, FRUIT
AND VEGETABLES
Terms Cash 19 E. Winter St.
Phone 2216
R. W. Pierson, Prop.
QUALITY FIRST
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 72)
Description
[page 72]
[corresponds to unlabeled page 70 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Look into the matter of
INSURANCE
Fire, Lightning, Tornado & Windstorm
Automobile Live Stock Surety Bonds
Phone 7173 2nd Floor People's Building
W. S. POLLOCK
Lee B. in French (making a last desperate at-
tempt to translate): Gryphus etait suivi du molosse--
Gryphus was swimming in molasses.
Bob S.: Let's take a canoe ride.
Elsie M.: Let's do. Are you sure you can run
one?
Miss Wise: Who is the author of this book?
Betty Riddle: Anonymous. I don't know his
name.
Helen Oviatt (upon leaving Bun's): That waiter
seems terribly tired.
Bob Dunlap: I'm pretty well spent myself.
Spend Your Leisure Time at the
Y.M.C.A.
Games of all kinds, Gym Classes,
Shower Baths, Bowling
Swimming Beach and Camp
in the
Good Old Summer Time
J. R. THOMAS
STAPLE LINE OF GROCERIES
Your patronage
appreciated
Wrist Watches from $5.00 Up
FINE COMMENCEMENT PRESENTS
Eyes Carefully Examined and Glasses Fitted
Harmount Jewelry Store
[corresponds to unlabeled page 70 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Look into the matter of
INSURANCE
Fire, Lightning, Tornado & Windstorm
Automobile Live Stock Surety Bonds
Phone 7173 2nd Floor People's Building
W. S. POLLOCK
Lee B. in French (making a last desperate at-
tempt to translate): Gryphus etait suivi du molosse--
Gryphus was swimming in molasses.
Bob S.: Let's take a canoe ride.
Elsie M.: Let's do. Are you sure you can run
one?
Miss Wise: Who is the author of this book?
Betty Riddle: Anonymous. I don't know his
name.
Helen Oviatt (upon leaving Bun's): That waiter
seems terribly tired.
Bob Dunlap: I'm pretty well spent myself.
Spend Your Leisure Time at the
Y.M.C.A.
Games of all kinds, Gym Classes,
Shower Baths, Bowling
Swimming Beach and Camp
in the
Good Old Summer Time
J. R. THOMAS
STAPLE LINE OF GROCERIES
Your patronage
appreciated
Wrist Watches from $5.00 Up
FINE COMMENCEMENT PRESENTS
Eyes Carefully Examined and Glasses Fitted
Harmount Jewelry Store
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 73)
Description
[page 73]
[corresponds to unlabeled page 71 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
THE MARICAD ART SHOP THE SHOP UNIQUE
The Place to Buy Gifts
Just a Little Different
M. CADWALLADER
Mrs. Emma Shaw
FOR HATS
East Winter St.
Next Door to Strand
T. R. Griffith C. L. Oewn
Griffith & Owen
HOME FURNISHERS
Furniture, Rugs, Linoleum, Shades,
Stoves
Phone 2235 6 S. Sandusky St.
Take Your Girlie to the Movies
They went into a picture show--
Jim and Jane--you see,
And sat down in a corner
As dark as it could be.
And when the heroine on the screen
The villain bravely faced,
T'was then that we first noticed
Jim's arm 'round Jane's--umbrella.
And when the picture ended
As usual--all in bliss,
T'was then we were certain
That Jim did take a--chocolate.
And as they homeward journeyed,
The stars shone out above,
T'was then--but it's a secret,
Jim told her of his--work.
--LILLIAN MURPHY, '22.
Hair Nets Gainsboro and Duro Belle, single mesh, 10c
Double mesh, 15c, 2 for 25c
Morse's Candy In many sizes and prices
EASTMAN AND ANSCO FILMS Bring us Your Photo Work
STARR'S DRUG STORE
COMMENCEMENT GIFTS
Books, Fine Stationery, High School Stunt Books, Fountain Pens
Vases, Fancy Goods of all Kinds
LEMLEY'S BOOK STORE
W. Winter St.
[corresponds to unlabeled page 71 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
THE MARICAD ART SHOP THE SHOP UNIQUE
The Place to Buy Gifts
Just a Little Different
M. CADWALLADER
Mrs. Emma Shaw
FOR HATS
East Winter St.
Next Door to Strand
T. R. Griffith C. L. Oewn
Griffith & Owen
HOME FURNISHERS
Furniture, Rugs, Linoleum, Shades,
Stoves
Phone 2235 6 S. Sandusky St.
Take Your Girlie to the Movies
They went into a picture show--
Jim and Jane--you see,
And sat down in a corner
As dark as it could be.
And when the heroine on the screen
The villain bravely faced,
T'was then that we first noticed
Jim's arm 'round Jane's--umbrella.
And when the picture ended
As usual--all in bliss,
T'was then we were certain
That Jim did take a--chocolate.
And as they homeward journeyed,
The stars shone out above,
T'was then--but it's a secret,
Jim told her of his--work.
--LILLIAN MURPHY, '22.
Hair Nets Gainsboro and Duro Belle, single mesh, 10c
Double mesh, 15c, 2 for 25c
Morse's Candy In many sizes and prices
EASTMAN AND ANSCO FILMS Bring us Your Photo Work
STARR'S DRUG STORE
COMMENCEMENT GIFTS
Books, Fine Stationery, High School Stunt Books, Fountain Pens
Vases, Fancy Goods of all Kinds
LEMLEY'S BOOK STORE
W. Winter St.
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 74)
Description
[page 74]
[corresponds to unlabeled page 72 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Every Man is the Ruler
of His Own Destiny
Pin Your Future
To Habits to Thrift
The independeence of
the individual begins
when he starts to save
regularly. Today
Start with a dime;
End with a barrel of money.
We'll furnish you the bank--FREE
THE FIDELITY BLD'G ASS'N
& LOAN COMPANY
46 N. Sandusky st. Delaware, Ohio.
ELECTRIC "SAVINGS" SIGN
SERVICE SAFETY
Sam Lyons: Hope we have chapel in the morning.
Ed. Schweitzer: How come?
Sam Lyons: I need the sleep.
Sam Lyons: I deliberately tried to make a mis-
take on this intelligence test. You see I didn't want
to be conspicuous by being the only one to get 100.
Hosea: I could die dancing, couldn't you?
Adeline: No, there are pleasanter ways of dying
than being trampled to death.
Notice
Milton's Pair-o'-dice Lost!
Finder please return to the office--REWARD!
THE DELAWARE TIME SERVICE
for
Watch, Clock and Jewelry Repairing
All Work Guaranteed
J. G. WEBB, Prop. 70 S. Sandusky St.
M. Nappi---Shoes and Hosiery
BOSTONIANS
FAMOUS SHOES FOR MEN
JULIAN and KOGENGE
Shoes for Women
Agency for the Foot-Saver Shoes
Controls the Arch
Dankel & Anderson
CLOTHIERS AND FURNISHERS
"The Store With a Conscience"
[corresponds to unlabeled page 72 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Every Man is the Ruler
of His Own Destiny
Pin Your Future
To Habits to Thrift
The independeence of
the individual begins
when he starts to save
regularly. Today
Start with a dime;
End with a barrel of money.
We'll furnish you the bank--FREE
THE FIDELITY BLD'G ASS'N
& LOAN COMPANY
46 N. Sandusky st. Delaware, Ohio.
ELECTRIC "SAVINGS" SIGN
SERVICE SAFETY
Sam Lyons: Hope we have chapel in the morning.
Ed. Schweitzer: How come?
Sam Lyons: I need the sleep.
Sam Lyons: I deliberately tried to make a mis-
take on this intelligence test. You see I didn't want
to be conspicuous by being the only one to get 100.
Hosea: I could die dancing, couldn't you?
Adeline: No, there are pleasanter ways of dying
than being trampled to death.
Notice
Milton's Pair-o'-dice Lost!
Finder please return to the office--REWARD!
THE DELAWARE TIME SERVICE
for
Watch, Clock and Jewelry Repairing
All Work Guaranteed
J. G. WEBB, Prop. 70 S. Sandusky St.
M. Nappi---Shoes and Hosiery
BOSTONIANS
FAMOUS SHOES FOR MEN
JULIAN and KOGENGE
Shoes for Women
Agency for the Foot-Saver Shoes
Controls the Arch
Dankel & Anderson
CLOTHIERS AND FURNISHERS
"The Store With a Conscience"
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 75)
Description
THE
SUNRAY
STOVE
CO.
MANUFACTURERS
Sunray Gas Stoves
We believe in Our Schools and Home Products.
Why not Patronize A Local Industry?
The Store Advertised by Its Friends
SMART OXFORDS FOR SPRING
Our Spring assortment of Low Shoes is complete in the exclusive styles
that are found only in high grade shoes.
J. WINDSOR CONE
THE STORE KNOWN FOR "THOSE BETTER SHOES"
Prof. Leas: What is electricity sent over?
James Smith: Why--er--
Prof. Leas: Correct. Sit down.
Glenella J.: Bill, I'm in love. What would you
do if you were in my shoes?
Bill S.: Shine 'em, kid, shine 'em.
(Darwin Forsyth's right knee to his left knee):
If you let me get around this time, I'll let you get
around next time.
Mrs. Naylor: Paul, what great classic was trans-
lated into the English by William Cullen Bryant?
Paul B.: The Last of the Mohicans.
Delaware Farmer's Exchange Company
Dealers in
Flour, Feed, Grain, Seeds, Fertilizer, and Farm Supplies
Pfiffner's Drug Store
Drugs
Toilet Articles
Hotel Allen Block
Greetings from
The People's
Building & Loan
Company
SUNRAY
STOVE
CO.
MANUFACTURERS
Sunray Gas Stoves
We believe in Our Schools and Home Products.
Why not Patronize A Local Industry?
The Store Advertised by Its Friends
SMART OXFORDS FOR SPRING
Our Spring assortment of Low Shoes is complete in the exclusive styles
that are found only in high grade shoes.
J. WINDSOR CONE
THE STORE KNOWN FOR "THOSE BETTER SHOES"
Prof. Leas: What is electricity sent over?
James Smith: Why--er--
Prof. Leas: Correct. Sit down.
Glenella J.: Bill, I'm in love. What would you
do if you were in my shoes?
Bill S.: Shine 'em, kid, shine 'em.
(Darwin Forsyth's right knee to his left knee):
If you let me get around this time, I'll let you get
around next time.
Mrs. Naylor: Paul, what great classic was trans-
lated into the English by William Cullen Bryant?
Paul B.: The Last of the Mohicans.
Delaware Farmer's Exchange Company
Dealers in
Flour, Feed, Grain, Seeds, Fertilizer, and Farm Supplies
Pfiffner's Drug Store
Drugs
Toilet Articles
Hotel Allen Block
Greetings from
The People's
Building & Loan
Company
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 76)
Description
[page 76]
[corresponds to unlabeled page 74 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
NOTICE
After games, between classes run across the campus to the
PUBLIC CANDY SHOPPE
For Candies, Fresh Daily, and Ice Cream. The best and Finest of Brands.
Where music is going on at all hours.
The Place of Quality.
The W. M. Heseltine Company
Dry Goods and Ready-to-Wear
Reliable Qualities Popular Prices
Dictes and Sayings of Our Philosophers
1. The rally will begin on time and close on time.
2. Now you all know I like to talk.
3. Now won't you please try just a little harder?
4. Work, for the night is coming.
5. Cut out that talking!
6. Next-next!
7. Now we're going right on.
8. Altogether now, and watch the attack.
9. Exactly!
10. I stand corrected.
EVERYTHING IN DRUGS EVERYTHING IN MUSIC
Edison, Sonora, Brunswick and Columbia
Phonographs and Records
NORWOOD DRUG CO.
Call for Eucall Remedies and Toilet Articles any place in Ohio. Use
Eucall Tooth Paste.
FOR LUMBER
Go to the
McCullough Lumber Yard
Delaware, Ohio Corner Winter and Henry Sts. Phone 2374
[corresponds to unlabeled page 74 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
NOTICE
After games, between classes run across the campus to the
PUBLIC CANDY SHOPPE
For Candies, Fresh Daily, and Ice Cream. The best and Finest of Brands.
Where music is going on at all hours.
The Place of Quality.
The W. M. Heseltine Company
Dry Goods and Ready-to-Wear
Reliable Qualities Popular Prices
Dictes and Sayings of Our Philosophers
1. The rally will begin on time and close on time.
2. Now you all know I like to talk.
3. Now won't you please try just a little harder?
4. Work, for the night is coming.
5. Cut out that talking!
6. Next-next!
7. Now we're going right on.
8. Altogether now, and watch the attack.
9. Exactly!
10. I stand corrected.
EVERYTHING IN DRUGS EVERYTHING IN MUSIC
Edison, Sonora, Brunswick and Columbia
Phonographs and Records
NORWOOD DRUG CO.
Call for Eucall Remedies and Toilet Articles any place in Ohio. Use
Eucall Tooth Paste.
FOR LUMBER
Go to the
McCullough Lumber Yard
Delaware, Ohio Corner Winter and Henry Sts. Phone 2374
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 77)
Description
[page 77]
[corresponds to unlabeled page 75 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
We are now able to give you KODAK FINISHING
of the same high quality in portraits
BODURTHA
Miss Williams (drawing circles on the board):
This isn't proving very satisfactory. It would have
paid me to stop and tie the chalk to the string.
Mr. Mahon: What is a triangle?
Helen Hardin: A three sided rectangle--oh, no,
it's an angle with three sides.
(Edgar Cartmell in English, arguing with Miss
Phillips about the window shade.)
Miss Phillips: Edgar, I wish you would please
sit still.
Edgar: Well if I fix it one way, the sun comes
around and burns my back.
Bob White: Say, why don't you get yourself an
asbestos shirt?
SCHWEITZER'S
CLEANING AND DYE WORKS
Delaware, Ohio
DODGE BROS.
MOTOR CARS
L. A. POWERS
38 E. Winter St. Phone 2376
A Traveling Bag, Suit Case or Trunk Makes a Fine Graduation Present.
We have a large stock of each to pick from.
F. J. Klee & Son
19 S. Sandusky St.
[corresponds to unlabeled page 75 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
We are now able to give you KODAK FINISHING
of the same high quality in portraits
BODURTHA
Miss Williams (drawing circles on the board):
This isn't proving very satisfactory. It would have
paid me to stop and tie the chalk to the string.
Mr. Mahon: What is a triangle?
Helen Hardin: A three sided rectangle--oh, no,
it's an angle with three sides.
(Edgar Cartmell in English, arguing with Miss
Phillips about the window shade.)
Miss Phillips: Edgar, I wish you would please
sit still.
Edgar: Well if I fix it one way, the sun comes
around and burns my back.
Bob White: Say, why don't you get yourself an
asbestos shirt?
SCHWEITZER'S
CLEANING AND DYE WORKS
Delaware, Ohio
DODGE BROS.
MOTOR CARS
L. A. POWERS
38 E. Winter St. Phone 2376
A Traveling Bag, Suit Case or Trunk Makes a Fine Graduation Present.
We have a large stock of each to pick from.
F. J. Klee & Son
19 S. Sandusky St.
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 78)
Description
[page 78]
[corresponds to unlabeled page 76 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Sell Brothers
QUALITY
SELBRO
SERVICE
Delaware, Ohio.
Victrolas Records Kodaks
Athletic Goods Film Einishing [sic]
Do It Electrically!!
You save time and labor
Ohio Utilities Company
Deltus McCarty pulled this one in public speak-
ing:
A man was shaving on the back porch one morn-
ing when a friend saw him and said, "See you're
shaving outside this morning."
THe man replied, "What d' ye think I am--fur-
lined?
Mrs. Herrick (after spring vacation): It seems
good to see so many familiar faces walking in here.
A Junior's Doubtful Don'ts
I used to think I knew I knew,
But now I must confess
The more I know I know I know
I know I know the less.
Paul Waggoner: Why do they say "God save the
king"?
Sam L.: Because the queen can take care of her-
self.
C. A. WHITE
&
SON
Studebaker CHEVROLET
Manring & Kendrick
HARDWARE
55 S. Sandusky St. Delaware, Ohio
Goods the Best, Prices the Lowest Talking Machines, Stoves, Ranges
Phone 2588
[corresponds to unlabeled page 76 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Sell Brothers
QUALITY
SELBRO
SERVICE
Delaware, Ohio.
Victrolas Records Kodaks
Athletic Goods Film Einishing [sic]
Do It Electrically!!
You save time and labor
Ohio Utilities Company
Deltus McCarty pulled this one in public speak-
ing:
A man was shaving on the back porch one morn-
ing when a friend saw him and said, "See you're
shaving outside this morning."
THe man replied, "What d' ye think I am--fur-
lined?
Mrs. Herrick (after spring vacation): It seems
good to see so many familiar faces walking in here.
A Junior's Doubtful Don'ts
I used to think I knew I knew,
But now I must confess
The more I know I know I know
I know I know the less.
Paul Waggoner: Why do they say "God save the
king"?
Sam L.: Because the queen can take care of her-
self.
C. A. WHITE
&
SON
Studebaker CHEVROLET
Manring & Kendrick
HARDWARE
55 S. Sandusky St. Delaware, Ohio
Goods the Best, Prices the Lowest Talking Machines, Stoves, Ranges
Phone 2588
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 79)
Description
[page 79]
[corresponds to unlabeled page 77 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Hardin & Gallant
44 S. Sandusky St.
Stationery
Books
Wall Paper
Printing
BANNER MEAT MARKET
FRESH MEAT
Phone 2501 16 S. Main St.
O. K. Hardware
When It's Hardware
See the O. K.
THE GOODS THE PRICE
Freshmen (trying to be smart): Where were the
FEATHERS when they called that FOUL?
Junior (still smarter): Say, don't you know this
is a PICKED team?
Bechtel: Why do you think you'd make a good
actor?
Klotz: Well, I've had five years' experience in
picking up cues.
Bechtel: Yes, in a pool room.
(In Civics) Mr. Utley: Election day is always on
the first Tuesday after the first Monday in Novem-
ber.
Catherine Houk (seriously): But Mr. Utley, what
if that day should fall on Sunday.
Waiter in Marion restaurant: We're very up-to-
date here. We cook everything with electricity.
Coach M.: Oh, you do. Just give this steak an-
other shock then.
GRADUATION GIFTS
Diamonds Jewelry
Wrist Watches Pearl Beadds
Fountain Pens and Pencils
B. YEHLEY & SON, Jewelers and Optician
Harry W. Clark
Plumbing, Steam and Hot Water Heating
Tin, Galvanized and Slate Roofing
23 W. Winter St.
Shop Phone 2526 House Phone 5467
[corresponds to unlabeled page 77 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Hardin & Gallant
44 S. Sandusky St.
Stationery
Books
Wall Paper
Printing
BANNER MEAT MARKET
FRESH MEAT
Phone 2501 16 S. Main St.
O. K. Hardware
When It's Hardware
See the O. K.
THE GOODS THE PRICE
Freshmen (trying to be smart): Where were the
FEATHERS when they called that FOUL?
Junior (still smarter): Say, don't you know this
is a PICKED team?
Bechtel: Why do you think you'd make a good
actor?
Klotz: Well, I've had five years' experience in
picking up cues.
Bechtel: Yes, in a pool room.
(In Civics) Mr. Utley: Election day is always on
the first Tuesday after the first Monday in Novem-
ber.
Catherine Houk (seriously): But Mr. Utley, what
if that day should fall on Sunday.
Waiter in Marion restaurant: We're very up-to-
date here. We cook everything with electricity.
Coach M.: Oh, you do. Just give this steak an-
other shock then.
GRADUATION GIFTS
Diamonds Jewelry
Wrist Watches Pearl Beadds
Fountain Pens and Pencils
B. YEHLEY & SON, Jewelers and Optician
Harry W. Clark
Plumbing, Steam and Hot Water Heating
Tin, Galvanized and Slate Roofing
23 W. Winter St.
Shop Phone 2526 House Phone 5467
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 80)
Description
[page 80]
[corresponds to unlabeled page 78 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
STROHM
Will MEAT you
on the way from
school
Just a word as a reminder: Don't fail
to see Fuller before buying that monu-
ment or marker. It will pay. Works
2nd door west of Postoffice on Spring
St.
S. L. FULLER, Prop.
REMEMBER
We have the original and only D.H.S. official seal made up in pins and rings.
YOUNG & OWEN, Jewelers and Opticians
A complete line of
SHEAFFER PENS AND PENCILS
All makes of Fountain Pens and Pencils Repaired.
Mrs. Mansfield asked Clayton Herriot to put up a
"No Smoking" sign at the Y.M.C.A.
This was the horrible result: "NO SMOKING
ALOUD."
John Beal: When Walter Swearingen sings he
reminds me of a drunken man trying to get in ear-
ly in the morning. He can't seem to locate the
right key.
Miss Phillips: What are the three commonest
words?
Curtis Zeigler: I don't know.
Miss Phillips: First 100 this month, Curtis.
Walter (filling cup for seventh time): You must
be very fond of coffee.
Stevie: Yes, or I wouldn't drink so much water
to get a little.
Just An Account? No!
The depositing of money in a bank is more than opening an account. It is
the means of establishing a relationship without which one's business career
cannot be a success.
The Delaware National Bank
Delaware, Ohio
[corresponds to unlabeled page 78 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
STROHM
Will MEAT you
on the way from
school
Just a word as a reminder: Don't fail
to see Fuller before buying that monu-
ment or marker. It will pay. Works
2nd door west of Postoffice on Spring
St.
S. L. FULLER, Prop.
REMEMBER
We have the original and only D.H.S. official seal made up in pins and rings.
YOUNG & OWEN, Jewelers and Opticians
A complete line of
SHEAFFER PENS AND PENCILS
All makes of Fountain Pens and Pencils Repaired.
Mrs. Mansfield asked Clayton Herriot to put up a
"No Smoking" sign at the Y.M.C.A.
This was the horrible result: "NO SMOKING
ALOUD."
John Beal: When Walter Swearingen sings he
reminds me of a drunken man trying to get in ear-
ly in the morning. He can't seem to locate the
right key.
Miss Phillips: What are the three commonest
words?
Curtis Zeigler: I don't know.
Miss Phillips: First 100 this month, Curtis.
Walter (filling cup for seventh time): You must
be very fond of coffee.
Stevie: Yes, or I wouldn't drink so much water
to get a little.
Just An Account? No!
The depositing of money in a bank is more than opening an account. It is
the means of establishing a relationship without which one's business career
cannot be a success.
The Delaware National Bank
Delaware, Ohio
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 81)
Description
[page 81]
[corresponds to unlabeled page 79 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
To the Students and Teachers of
D.H.S.
We dedicate this to you in appreciation of the generous patronage that you
have favored us with during the past year, and we trust we may continue to
serve.
FATE'S HOME-MADE CANDIES
Neville Brothers
BUICK AUTOMOBILES
GOODYEAR TIRES DIAMOND GRID BATTERIES
72 N. Sandusky St. Delaware, Ohio
Edgar E.: Do you think I'll ever be able to ac-
complish anything with my voice?
Lester S.: Well, it might come in handy in case
of a fire.
Mr. Leas (in Physiology): Would you recommend
walking on an empty stomach as an aid to diges-
tion?
Mildred Ralph: It depends on whose you walk on.
Miss Phillips: You have two parables to tell to-
day.
Louise Icenhour: Shall I tell 'em both at once?
Miss Phillips: No, tell them one right after the
other.
Mr. Main after concert by Bernard Schweitzer in
chapel: It is evident that Bernard has been doing
some very hard work.
GRAFF'S
GOOD
SHOES
Remember
RUSS JONES
When it Comes to
BARBERS
Just Around the Corner
On East Winter
The Horseback Craze is Sweeping the Country
GET IN THE GAME
Learn this most red-blooded and popular sport. Shea has excellent
horses and a competent instructor, Sergent Mailey, at your command.
SHEA'S
[corresponds to unlabeled page 79 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
To the Students and Teachers of
D.H.S.
We dedicate this to you in appreciation of the generous patronage that you
have favored us with during the past year, and we trust we may continue to
serve.
FATE'S HOME-MADE CANDIES
Neville Brothers
BUICK AUTOMOBILES
GOODYEAR TIRES DIAMOND GRID BATTERIES
72 N. Sandusky St. Delaware, Ohio
Edgar E.: Do you think I'll ever be able to ac-
complish anything with my voice?
Lester S.: Well, it might come in handy in case
of a fire.
Mr. Leas (in Physiology): Would you recommend
walking on an empty stomach as an aid to diges-
tion?
Mildred Ralph: It depends on whose you walk on.
Miss Phillips: You have two parables to tell to-
day.
Louise Icenhour: Shall I tell 'em both at once?
Miss Phillips: No, tell them one right after the
other.
Mr. Main after concert by Bernard Schweitzer in
chapel: It is evident that Bernard has been doing
some very hard work.
GRAFF'S
GOOD
SHOES
Remember
RUSS JONES
When it Comes to
BARBERS
Just Around the Corner
On East Winter
The Horseback Craze is Sweeping the Country
GET IN THE GAME
Learn this most red-blooded and popular sport. Shea has excellent
horses and a competent instructor, Sergent Mailey, at your command.
SHEA'S
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 82)
Description
[page 82]
[corresponds to unlabeled page 80 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Complimentary
Headline in the Gazette: Coach Falls Off Trestle
--Kills Seven Men. We were immensely relieved
to see Mr. Mahon at school next day seemingly none
the worse for wear.
John Beal: What are you reading about?
Irl Chambers: Electricity.
John: Current events, huh?
Irl: No, light reading.
Emory Jones (out hunting): Hey, don't shoot.
Your gun isn't loaded.
Bill Paschall: I can't help that. The bird won't
wait.
Mr. Utley (in Civics): Ralph, have you studied
your lesson?
Ralph Hagar: I looked it over.
Mr. Utley: I believe you over looked it.
The Tire Shop
Quality Vulcanizing
Goodyear Tires and Tubes
J. BRADWELL, Prop.
Phone 6421 27 S. Sandusky St.
GOOD GOODS at RIGHT PRICES
GRIMES
The Grocer
W. Winter Street
Elmont Fruit Store
Fruits Candies Ice Cream
Hotel Elmont Building
[corresponds to unlabeled page 80 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
Complimentary
Headline in the Gazette: Coach Falls Off Trestle
--Kills Seven Men. We were immensely relieved
to see Mr. Mahon at school next day seemingly none
the worse for wear.
John Beal: What are you reading about?
Irl Chambers: Electricity.
John: Current events, huh?
Irl: No, light reading.
Emory Jones (out hunting): Hey, don't shoot.
Your gun isn't loaded.
Bill Paschall: I can't help that. The bird won't
wait.
Mr. Utley (in Civics): Ralph, have you studied
your lesson?
Ralph Hagar: I looked it over.
Mr. Utley: I believe you over looked it.
The Tire Shop
Quality Vulcanizing
Goodyear Tires and Tubes
J. BRADWELL, Prop.
Phone 6421 27 S. Sandusky St.
GOOD GOODS at RIGHT PRICES
GRIMES
The Grocer
W. Winter Street
Elmont Fruit Store
Fruits Candies Ice Cream
Hotel Elmont Building
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 83)
Description
[page 83]
[corresponds to unlabeled page 81 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
S
T
R
A
N
D
Theatre
A Picture Play House
of Character
DAILY
MATINEE
THE
R. P. Harris Co.
"The
House
of
Quality"
for
All Kinds of
Dry Goods
and
Ready-to-Wear
"The
Best
Place
to
Shop"
[corresponds to unlabeled page 81 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
S
T
R
A
N
D
Theatre
A Picture Play House
of Character
DAILY
MATINEE
THE
R. P. Harris Co.
"The
House
of
Quality"
for
All Kinds of
Dry Goods
and
Ready-to-Wear
"The
Best
Place
to
Shop"
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 84)
Description
[page 84]
[corresponds to unlabeled page 82 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
DAVIS
SIX
OLDSMOBILE
FOUR & EIGHT
Parish & Scott Service Garage
REPAIR WORK
STORAGE
WASHING
67 N. Sandusky St. Phone 2634
Mrs. Naylor: Let your words flow through your
pen.
James Warner: I can't even make the ink flow
through mine.
Mrs. Naylor: I see you have a cough, Emory.
Would you like a drink?
Emory J.: I don't know. Have you anything
special?
From an exam paper in History: The French
soldiers were very jealous of Joan of Arc. She was
betrayed, sold into England, and burned to steak
there.
Burrel Smith: I don't believe I have a friend in
the world.
Paul B.: Here's your chance to make one. Lend
me four bits.
For Delicious Refreshments
call at
EVANS' SODA GRILL
"Courtesy and Service" our Motto
N. A. WILKINS
CLOTHIER AND TAILOR
56 N. Sandusky St.
We have Ready-made and a fine display
to select from
Shoe Repairing
Our work pleases Particular People
and we respectfully solicit your patron-
age.
Frank Case
Opp. Strand Theare [sic]
[corresponds to unlabeled page 82 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
DAVIS
SIX
OLDSMOBILE
FOUR & EIGHT
Parish & Scott Service Garage
REPAIR WORK
STORAGE
WASHING
67 N. Sandusky St. Phone 2634
Mrs. Naylor: Let your words flow through your
pen.
James Warner: I can't even make the ink flow
through mine.
Mrs. Naylor: I see you have a cough, Emory.
Would you like a drink?
Emory J.: I don't know. Have you anything
special?
From an exam paper in History: The French
soldiers were very jealous of Joan of Arc. She was
betrayed, sold into England, and burned to steak
there.
Burrel Smith: I don't believe I have a friend in
the world.
Paul B.: Here's your chance to make one. Lend
me four bits.
For Delicious Refreshments
call at
EVANS' SODA GRILL
"Courtesy and Service" our Motto
N. A. WILKINS
CLOTHIER AND TAILOR
56 N. Sandusky St.
We have Ready-made and a fine display
to select from
Shoe Repairing
Our work pleases Particular People
and we respectfully solicit your patron-
age.
Frank Case
Opp. Strand Theare [sic]
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 85)
Description
[page 85]
[corresponds to unlabeled page 83 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
SPECIAL SUITS FOR THE HIGH SCHOOL FELLOW IN
Double Breasted and Sport Models
$25, $30, $35
SIGN OF THE BEAR
The Smith Clothing Co.
ESTABLISHED 1870
Remember You Do Best at Smith's.
The Jenkins Shop
Millilnery, Art Goods
Novelties
26 W. Winter St.
Delaware, Ohio
Phil Saves
Your Sole
Let Him
Heel You
GEM SHOE REPAIR SHOP
North Side of William Street
Sam Lyons: Today's a good day for the race,
isn't it?
Mr. Leas: What race?
Sam: The human race.
Mr. Leas: "Five."
Mr. Mahon to David Camp in Economics: Will it
be necessary for you to indorse [sic] this check?
David: No. All I have to do is sign my name
to it.
This line appears in "Long's Outlines": "Oliver
Goldsmith arrived on the continent with a flute, a
spare shirt, and a guinea as his sole possessions."
The line as Abigail Semans wrote is on the board:
"Oliver Goldsmith arrived on the continent with a
flute, a spare shirt, and a fowl as his sole posses-
sions."
Miss Phillips: Who is the Prince of Whales?
Paul Bechtel: The one that swallowed Jonah.
THERE IS NOTHING SO SURE IN
THIS WORLD OF OURS AS THE JOY
In a Box of
BARRETT'S
Home Grown Flowers
M. BARRETT, FLORIST
Phones 2688-2666
[corresponds to unlabeled page 83 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
SPECIAL SUITS FOR THE HIGH SCHOOL FELLOW IN
Double Breasted and Sport Models
$25, $30, $35
SIGN OF THE BEAR
The Smith Clothing Co.
ESTABLISHED 1870
Remember You Do Best at Smith's.
The Jenkins Shop
Millilnery, Art Goods
Novelties
26 W. Winter St.
Delaware, Ohio
Phil Saves
Your Sole
Let Him
Heel You
GEM SHOE REPAIR SHOP
North Side of William Street
Sam Lyons: Today's a good day for the race,
isn't it?
Mr. Leas: What race?
Sam: The human race.
Mr. Leas: "Five."
Mr. Mahon to David Camp in Economics: Will it
be necessary for you to indorse [sic] this check?
David: No. All I have to do is sign my name
to it.
This line appears in "Long's Outlines": "Oliver
Goldsmith arrived on the continent with a flute, a
spare shirt, and a guinea as his sole possessions."
The line as Abigail Semans wrote is on the board:
"Oliver Goldsmith arrived on the continent with a
flute, a spare shirt, and a fowl as his sole posses-
sions."
Miss Phillips: Who is the Prince of Whales?
Paul Bechtel: The one that swallowed Jonah.
THERE IS NOTHING SO SURE IN
THIS WORLD OF OURS AS THE JOY
In a Box of
BARRETT'S
Home Grown Flowers
M. BARRETT, FLORIST
Phones 2688-2666
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 86)
Description
[page 86]
[corresponds to unlabeled page 84 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
CAMPBELL GROCERY CO.
QUALITY AND SERVICE
Phone 2470 49 N. Sandusky St.
W. H. ZEISSLER, Druggist
THE REXALL STORE
47 N. Sandusky St.
Phone 2483
Drugs, Medicines, Toilet Articles,
Liggett's Chocolate
Clausing's
BOOT SHOP
Hotel Allen Block
For Style
and Quality Shoes
Mrs. Herrick: You seem to cough easier this
morning.
Willis S.: I ought to; I've been practicing all
night.
Mr. Utley (in history): Did the news of the bat-
tle of Lexington and Concord reach the Southern
Colonies the day after the battle?
Fred Wickham: No, sir, there weren't as many
women in those days as there are now.
Miss Shults: What would follow if all the girls
in high school should leave?
Dick Reid: I would.
Billy R. (trying to wake Abigail up): Eight
o'clock! eight o'clock!
"Ab" (sleepily): Did you? Better call a doctor.
Polly L.: See the dancing snow flakes.
Dot C.: Practicing for the snow ball, I suppose.
Gas for HEATING
COOKING
LIGHTING
THE DELAWARE GAS CO.
[corresponds to unlabeled page 84 of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
CAMPBELL GROCERY CO.
QUALITY AND SERVICE
Phone 2470 49 N. Sandusky St.
W. H. ZEISSLER, Druggist
THE REXALL STORE
47 N. Sandusky St.
Phone 2483
Drugs, Medicines, Toilet Articles,
Liggett's Chocolate
Clausing's
BOOT SHOP
Hotel Allen Block
For Style
and Quality Shoes
Mrs. Herrick: You seem to cough easier this
morning.
Willis S.: I ought to; I've been practicing all
night.
Mr. Utley (in history): Did the news of the bat-
tle of Lexington and Concord reach the Southern
Colonies the day after the battle?
Fred Wickham: No, sir, there weren't as many
women in those days as there are now.
Miss Shults: What would follow if all the girls
in high school should leave?
Dick Reid: I would.
Billy R. (trying to wake Abigail up): Eight
o'clock! eight o'clock!
"Ab" (sleepily): Did you? Better call a doctor.
Polly L.: See the dancing snow flakes.
Dot C.: Practicing for the snow ball, I suppose.
Gas for HEATING
COOKING
LIGHTING
THE DELAWARE GAS CO.
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22 (p. 87)
Description
[page 87]
[corresponds to inside of back cover of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
[blank]
[corresponds to inside of back cover of Delaware HS Bulletin '22]
[blank]
Dublin Core
Title
Delaware High School Bulletin '22
Subject
Delaware City--Delaware County--Ohio
Public Schools--Delaware County--Ohio--1922
Yearbooks--Delaware High School—1922
Public Schools--Delaware County--Ohio--1922
Yearbooks--Delaware High School—1922
Description
Yearbook of Delaware High School 1922
Creator
Junior Class Delaware County High School 1922
Date
1922
Rights
http://rightsstatements.org/vocab/NoC-US/1.0/
Format
Yearbook
Language
English
Type
Still Image
Text
Text
Identifier
22221006
Collection
Citation
Junior Class Delaware County High School 1922, “Delaware High School Bulletin '22,” Delaware County Memory, accessed December 25, 2024, http://66.213.124.233/items/show/174.