COLOR:
Green & White

FLOWER:
Daisy

"Lolita"

Salutatorian.
Accompanist High School Orchestra.
First honors in music at District Meet.
"Music hath charms to soothe the savage breast."

"Calamity Jane"

"Whenever in doubt, ask Sarah."

"Charlie"

"And still we gazed and still the wonder grew
That one small head could carry all she knew."

"Billy"

"Fain would she climb, but that she feared to fall."

"Babby"

"Be silent always when you doubt your sense,
And speak, tho sure, with seeming diffidence."

"Midget"

"Precious things are put up in small packages."

"Betty Jane"

"Betty"

"Nothing lovlier can be found in woman,
Than to study household good."

"Skinner"

"A daughter of the gods, divinely tall."

"Capt. Jazz Bo"

"Erato"

"Sleepy"

"Weezie"

"Melpomene"

"True expression, like the unchanging sun,
Clears and improves what e'er it shines upon."

"Joe"

"Mamie"

"What e'er she did was done with so much ease,
In her alone 'twas natural to please."

"Slim"

"Buster"

"Beachy"

"Reverend"

"Beanpole"

"Schmitty"

"JUD"

"Ray Boy"

"His years but young, but his experience old,
His head unmellow'd, but his judgment ripe."

"Rip-Van-Winkle"

"An unsurmountable objection to any kind of
profitable labor."

ELIZABETH HARRIS, '22

CLASS PROPHECY

     It was the last meeting of the Class of '22.  Our diplomas had been delivered and as we held them, each was wondering what the years ahead would bring to each of us.
     We were all wearing a daisy, our class flower, in honor of the occasion.  I was looking at mine and noticed it had an unusual number of petals.  There was such a profound silence that I counted the petals for lack of something else and found it had exactly twenty-six.  Of course this meant something to a class which had always remembered dates and significant numbers without the slightest trouble!
     Thinking I would try my own fortune I pulled off one of the petals.  I jumped up and uttered something about a name.  Of course everybody laughed and the spell was broken.
     "Listen," I cried, "if that isn't Dolores Artau written right on this petal, I'm seeing things."
     They all agreed.  There was a picture or impression on the petal, too, and everybody crowded around to see it.  It showed a girl playing a violin in the midst of an animated group.  We recognized Dolores, our little Spanish member, and the posters told us it was Madrid, Spain.  Dolores' violin was speaking the thoughts she had gathered back at old Glynn Academy.  Dolores had become the idol of old Madrid!
     The next petal was pulled off an we saw it belonged to Henry Beach, but the name showed us the prefix of "Honorable"; he had not changed, the first thing he did was to say, "I spec' this man is innocent."  The jury must have thought the same thing for they freed the victim.  It seemed this was what always happened when Henry argued a case.
     The next picture was a little lady wit her hair in a knot on top of her head, and she was saying to a room of children in front of her, "Now, children, when I went to school in the old academy we did--------------------"; it was Charlotte.
     Not every picture had a name on it and we thought it made it more effective, as it certainly did in the next case.
     A man was looking at a book with the title "Authority on Dress," by Madame Perrichon.  The gentleman said musingly, "My best work--now indeed shall I become famous."  He lifted his head and the picture faded but we had recognized Ed. C. Bruce, Jr.!!!
     We saw an office door next, and on it was inscribed "The Bell System of Laundries--President's Office."  As we expected we saw Kenneth appear.  He was sitting at a big desk giving dictation to a stenographer.  It was just such a thing as we had always expected him to do.
     The next petal disclosed the front of a cozy little shop on which was written in dainty letters, "Togs for Tiny Tots."  And the next the interior of the shop.  It was as neat as a pin, with all kinds of pretty things hanging around, but the most orderly objects were the two ladies who sat sewing on two tiny dresses.  Through the years they had come--Carrie Belle and Wallie--the "inseparable pals."
     On the next petal was the imprint of a big hall and many distinguished looking men and women.  The two central figures were in the midst of a heated discussion.  Helen  was telling Ray that she would help him in this desire if he would help her put thru her bill.  Ray had already turned his eyes toward the White House that stood not far away.  Helen was then told to read her measure which was in the form of a resolution  She read it in a sonorous voice, "Be it resolved, that, for the protection of the womanhood of America, every house shall be searched by local officials, and in every one where a rat or mouse is found, the owner thereof shall be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law."  Of course it took two petal for this as it concerned two pupils.
     The next picture was what made us sit up and take notice.  It showed an operating room and two white robed figures conversing.  We discovered from what they said that a serious operation was about to be performed on the heart of a patient.  But the doctor was cheerful and by the winning smile we recognized Cornelia.  We thought hers an appropriate occupation because of her fondness for cutting on frogs in the Biology class.
     Then we saw Elizabeth sitting at a desk typewriter.  We wondered why it didn't tell us whether she was married or not.  Somebody suggested that it was due to the caprices of women, they might change their minds in the face of fate.  Well, anyway, Elizabeth looked like a successful business woman.
     The next picture was the same, but the door opened and Joanna jumped in.  She grabbed Elizabeth and waltzed her around the room crying, "It's accepted--it's accepted--'Short Essays on the Lives of Southern Authors.'"
     Who should we see next but Mary Gignilliat, our "Midget."  She was looking over the things in a big chest, sighing mournfully.  She had called it her hope-chest during school days but now she called it, in despair, her "Lord, knows-when-box."  What had become of Sam?
     Judson's petal came next.  It was a farm and our old pupil was proudly displaying a number of what appeared to us dirty pigs, but he called them his "prize swine."  He had always had a weakness for the simple life but nobody had thought he would develop it.  The inevitable flivver was sitting near the door.
     Tillie came next.  She had a home for friendless cats in a big city, but she didn't neglect her music.  She played for a charity bazaar between times.
     Margaret Flanders and Alice Kenner were housewives, and good ones, too.  Margaret showed us that she was a firm believer of the good old doctrine, "Spare the rod and spoil the child."  Alice was famous as a good cook and we remembered that she had started in Glynn Hi.
     Here was Bernard in a pulpit!  Miracles will happen!  The wolf had become the lamb!  We did not realize that we had such material in our class, but it was true.
     Behold--a society ball-room and the center of attraction was Mary Parker, sweet and irresistible as ever.  She had found her calling, a "breaker of hearts."
     "One, two--one, two."  It was Eloise drilling her physical culture class, and at Glynn Academy, too!  Of course the new building was there, but we could see our old home, too, unchanged by time.  She had developed her leadership and a better instructor could not be found.
     "A big sale"--this was posted in front, and looking inside we saw Jacob industriously striving to sell his "wonderful bargains."  He had grown fat, but we were still able to recognize him.
     Who was this training in this big pool?  Nobody but Daisy.  She was to participate in the greatest swimming contest and she certainly seemed fit for such fancy diving and swimming!
     The next was Sarah at a Paris hotel.  She said she had been traveling, trying to find her talent, but she was having such a good time we all suspected that she was "chasing her favorite phantom."
     Louise Pfeiffer was drawing a sketch when we saw her.  It was a picture of a great big bear and several other animals in most grotesque positions.  We found that she was illustrating a popular book of children's stories.
     We saw a great big laboratory with all kinds of apparatus in it, a very learned looking gentleman was tinkering with the things.  We wondered who it was.  He turned around and we saw Albert.  He muttered something and we caught the words "H2o."

JEWELL MITCHELL, '22

--ALICE KENNER

First there is our teacher
Who's the daughter of a preacher;
The pupils in roll are eight,
Working for their fate.
Sarah is always slow,
But her sewing makes a show,
Then Margaret, who, with her left hand,
Makes things neat and span.
Daisy spends her spare time with needle and thread,
Trying hard to keep ahead.
Eloise sits on a stool and sews,
Wondering when she will finish her clothes.
Mary, who spend her time whipping lace,
Has learned to work at a very fast pace.
Carrie Belle, with her sewing dainty and fine,
Is ready to sew all the time.
Wallie works patient and steady
But when fun is suggested she is ready.
Alice, not least of the fair class,
Does not let an idle moment pass.

After our English, History and other lessons are done
To the Domestic Arts Class we always run,
Here we spend the periods sewing,
Which is well worth knowing.

--MARY GIGNILLIAT

DISILLUSIONMENT

    It isn't just newspaper talk that young men are afraid to marry these days, but still thousands are marrying and taking happiness as a chance.
     The far seeing middle class young man is afraid to take upon himself the support of a modern maid, and in some respects the newspapers and magazines are to blame.  They tell him that a modern girl can neither mend, sew, cook, nor perform any of the real housewifery arts.
     Here Robert, or Alfred, or Lewis puckers up his brow in thought.  He thinks of Mary and Elizabeth as sweet and alluring, but how about keeping house with her?
     This leads up to the story of Jane Griffin, one of those new-fashioned maids who took matters into her own hands.
     Jane's name just suited her, brown haired, grey eyed, a beautiful complexion, and she was a jolly, clever, good tempered girl.  She was a stenographer in a law office.
     She thoroughly enjoyed her office work.  Girl and boy friends called often, and Jane was always out for a good time.  But best liked among her friends was Albert Eason.
     He often called at the Griffin home and perhaps ate an occasional meal there.   And as her friends expressed it "he took Jane to everything" but here matters ended.
     He seemed very fond of Jane and he should have known that she preferred him to her other friends--but he, too, had an idea that modern girls were worthless home-makers, and was afraid of marriage.
     One evening after a show, Jane and Albert were talking about the beauty and marvelous art of the actress.
     "She," said Albert, "is one who has an excuse to avoid domesticity.  She is an artist, her career is her excuse."
     "I do not agree with you there," said Jane.
     "But, you and I know dozens of young married women who seem to scorn honest, actual home-making," answered Albert.
     "The very idea," cried Jane, "I don't know where you got such an idea.  Most girls look forward to marriage and a home and I think they do pretty well on the job, too."
     "Oh, yes," answered Albert sneeringly, "they open up some canned goods, buy a dish of salad and a loaf of bread and that is what they call dinner.
     "Just for that Albert Eason I am going to give you a much needed object lesson," said Jane.  "And I am one of those common-place girls you were speaking about."
     "I did not say common-place, and I certainly did not mean anything personal," interrupted Albert.
     "Now listen, next Sunday will be mother's birthday.  That means a big dinner in the afternoon.  I suppose you will agree with me that a dinner for nine would be harder to prepare, than one for the underfed husband you were talking about."
     "You come to the house early Sunday morning, and watch me prepare the dinner all alone.  Besides the five of us at home, brother Donald and his wife, Aunt Mary and your honorable self will be present."
     "Do you feel sure you can do it alone?"  asked Albert as he pictured the office girl in the kitchen.
     "I am sure of success," said she.
     So it was arranged.
     Albert arrived on Sunday morning a little after eight and found Jane waiting for him.
     They went to the kitchen and she gave him a chair so he could see everything that went on.
     First she washed and dried the breakfast dishes, refusing his assistance.  She then began preparing her dinner which was to consist of tomato aspic, roast leg of lamb, June peas, hot rolls, potatoes, hearts of lettuce salad, and Charlotte Rousse.  Her mother came to the kitchen several times to see if Jane needed her help, but each time she was confronted with, "Now mother, go right back, I am to do this all alone."
     Finally dinner was served and it proved a success in every respect.  But all the time Albert was worried, he was afraid Jane had only done this to show him what he had missed.  What if she should refuse him now?
     Late in the afternoon Albert asked Jane to go to ride.  She consented, so they rode forth in his roadster.  At first they went at a rapid rate, but when they neared the country Albert slowed down.  As he turned toward the silent Jane he was she looked rather pale.
     "Little girl, I must apologize, you showed me that it was foolish to think an office girl was not capable of doing house work.  Jane, will you marry me?"  he continued.
    "No, I will not," snapped Jane.  "Today you sat and watched me work my head off nearly before you.  And now, being convinced that I would make a capable and practical wife you wish to marry me."
     "But Jane, I really love you, although I do not deserve you after I have been so slow."
     After much talk that I fell sure would not interest us--Jane smiled and told Albert she would think it over.
     "But Jane where on earth did you learn to cook so well?"  asked Albert.
     "Oh," said Jane, smiling happily, "I took a course in Domestic Art during my high school education."
     "And," thought Jane, "I am proud of my high school training which has enabled me to give a much needed lesson to the man I love."

--WALLIE KONETZKO

Class Poems

TO A STUDENT

When you've lost all your pep and are losing your rep,
And failure looks long in your eye;
And you're scared at exam, since you didn't cram,
It's natural that you should not try.
But the code of our school says "Don't be a Fool"--
It's no use to grouch or get mad;"
At exemptions from tests--oh, it's easy to jest,
It's the "barred-from-promotion" that's bad.
"You can't get your work!:  That's no reason to shirk,
You're young, and you'd better start right;
"You've had a hard time"!  I know, but don't mind,
Just show all that's in you and fight.
It's the study each day, that will win you the way,
Don't give up the struggle, old pard;
It's easy to quite and to failure submit,
It's the "keeping-your-work-up" that's hard.

It's easy to say that you'll get thru some day,
It's easy to shirk and to crawl;
But to work and to try when you may not get by,
And to rise again after each fall,
Should be the rule of each person in school;
What harm if your record is marred?
Oh it's easy to quit, and to lose all your grit,
It's the "keeping-on-trying" that's hard.

--RAY WHITTLE, '22

A SENIOR SONG FOR GRADUATION

(1)
I've studied hard to make my units,--
O Teacher!  Let me pass!
I meant it right, if I wrote it wrong,
My pen just worked so fast!

(2)
I should have spread my efforts
More evenly across the year;
But here I've waited--waited--
And Commencement time is here.

(3)
I've tried to answer the questions,
I hope my answers are clear.
Teacher, don't look so solemn and stern
You fill my young heart with fear.

(4)
I've studied hard for my sheepskin--
I did it all toward the last,
Teacher, don't look so solemn and stern,
Please teacher, let me pass!

--MARGARET BALLARD, '23

THE PSALM OF A STUDENT
(With apologies to Longfellow)

Tell me not mournful numbers
School is but a n empty dream,
That the student's lost, that slumbers
And lesson, not what they seem.

History's real, French is earnest
And Graduation is the goal,
Tho' your brains you overturnest
It may not be 'neath control.

No enjoyment and no pleasure
have we had throughout this year,
Not a single space of leisure
Not a thing in this small sphere.

Days are long but time is flying
And altho' I'm now serene
Soon I will be weeping, crying
O'er that long, long history theme.

From this school's broad field of learning,
From the bivouac of this strife
Someday soon, I will be earning
Good wheat-bread--the staff of life.

Lives like Webster's all remind me
I could make my life some good,
And departing, leave behind me
A reputation like--Robin Hood.

Let me then be up and trying,
With a heart for any mark,
Still pursuing and not crying,
If my mind's left in the dark.

--LOUISE PFEIFFER, '22

GLYNN ACADEMY

G is for the GLADNESS which fills our hearts.
L is for the LOVE we have for our school.
Y is for our YOUTH, bubbling over with fun.
N is for the NATURE whose beauty surrounds us.
N is for NEWCOMERS welcomed always.

A is for ATHLETICS, in which we excel.
C is for The CUMTUX, our latest venture.
A is for our AMBITION to ever move forward.
D is for our DREAMS we hope will come true.
E is for EARNESTNESS our tasks to pursue.
M is for MEMORY of pleasant days past.
Y is for our last YEAR in Glynn Academy.

--SARA BLITCH, '22

A MODERN PILGRIM'S PROGRESS

     As I sat through the study period I grew weary and slept, and as I slept, I dreamed.  I dreamed a dream and behold, I saw a child clothed i clean clothes and shining face, yet appearing to be nervous and at the same time troubled.  His face was turned from his House and in his arms were Books.  I looked and perceived that he opened one book and a look of trouble crossed his face upon seeing therein many things strange and mysterious.  For this was Student's first appearance at the Institution of Learning, and Student was bewildered, even as you and I.
     In this plight therefore, he went Home, and could refrain himself no longer, but broke out with a lamentable cry, saying, "What shall I do?"
     His mother, having great understanding, shewed much sympathy unto him.  But Relations being audience to said lamentable out-burst, shewed forth extreme indifference, not having understanding of the situation.  Student was hastened to bed, and sleep soon settled his brain, bringing sweet forgetfulness.
     The following day Student started forth again with advice and an apple.  He was on the first lap of the great journey to Wisdom, which he knew was before him; being able to tell by the glimmer of the light of the seal of Diploma, which was as yet distant being four years off.  Student started up the road that Wisdom lay.  He found traveling rather rough in spots, but found much help from Tolerance who is a great help to all beginning Students.
     The road roughened and it became darker; a misstep and Student has fallen into the Sough of Despond.  Tolerance being already exhausted, turned away, and mercilessly left Student struggling in the Slough of Despond unassisted.  Then in my dream I beheld that Help came along and lifted Student from Despondency.
     After which the journey was easier, and by much endurance Student reached the top of the first hill; there being four such hills between him and his goal.  Student perceived that in the valley between the hills were numerous obstacles, and as he journeyed on the burden with which he was laden became more weighty.
     Mr. Worldliness crossed Student's path and inquired of him, "Whither away?"  On being given the desired information he was amused and smiled knowingly of the youth's simplicity.  Straightway he said he would furnish the means of lightening the load on Student's tired back.  This offered assistance was in substance a ready-made help, in later days known as a "jack", or a "pony".  Even then at the same time Conscience appeared in invisible form, and lightly pricked Student with a fountain pen and said forthwith, "Why?"  Student being touched to his heart, dismissed Mr. Worldliness with a few well-chosen, snappy words, and with a determined look upon his face proceeded upon his way.
     After some time of pleasant traveling, Student found himself upon the banks of the River of Difficulty and with no seeming means of any manner of transportation.  Soon he heard the splashing of oars and there came a boat with Diligence at the helm, who put him safely on the other side of the River of Difficulty.  Student so marched on, and triumphed over many obstacles.
     When traveling was very heavy, and Student was weak, worn, and weary, he turned a bend and there beheld Ignorance standing at the entrance of the Castle of Doubt by which Student's journey lay.  Here he was enticed to enter, and was told in glowing terms of the great city that lay beyond, where positions of every kind were given to boys, and money was galore, and no experience or education of a high degree was required.  The influence of this Castle of Doubt was overpowering, and Student was about to yield to its enticing sound.  But at the psychological moment, there appeared two men.  These two were Reason and Fact, by their plain argument Student was convinced that he was about to take the wrong course in life.  He turned to battle with Ignorance, but behold!  He had disappeared to wait for another weak Student, and to entice him in the same way and perhaps win; because he must have victims for his master, Failure.
     Student fully realized his narrow escape and set about his work of advancing with a new vigor and determination to finish his journey.  After many other hard fights with various difficulties, he finally arrived at the gate to the Castle of Reward.  Messengers ran out to greet him and bid him welcome.  He was carried before a vast throng and was there presented with a scroll which was a coveted object.  The man presenting it to Student said, "Oh, young man, you have fought a good fight, and won a difficult battle.  But hearken unto these, my words:  in reaching this Reward you have not reached Wisdom and you have not finished your course.  This scroll will pass you to another course of life; at the end of this you will be presented with another scroll.  With this you will have knowledge and will enter the journey of Life."

--KENNETH BELL, '22

Jacob Wengrow

     A Professor of Philosophy once crossed a lake in a row boat.  As he journeyed, he conversed with the boatman, asking him various questions as to his attainments.  "Have you studied Philosophy?"  asked the Professor.
     "No," answered the boatman.  "Then, my man, you have lost half of your life.  Have you studied literature?"  "No."  "Then, my dear man, you have certainly lost half of your life.  Have you ever studied Science?"  "No."  "My dear, dear man, I am very sorry for you.  You have lost a large part of your life."  At this moment a squall broke upon the lake, and the boatman, turning to the Philosopher, inquired with a grin, "Have you ever studied swimming?"  "No," answered the Philosopher.  "Then, my dear sir, you have lost all of your life," and as the boat sank, he jumped overboard and swam to the shore.
     Like the Professor, each of our instructors secretly believes his department to be the only one, or at least, by far the most important.  We are fully aware of the importance of knowing the use of a comma, and whether a sentence is compound or complex and we know that it is not always simple to tell which.  History is also essential to the making of a true American.  Not to know the significance of 1492, 1607, 1776, 1789, 1803 and other less important dates would certainly be a crime.  And we must be specific in telling the significance.  The Scientist thinks none of us are educated unless we can describe minutely the nervous system of a caterpillar or know that CO2 means carbon dioxide.
     In this day of international intercourse, the foreign language department is becoming quite popular and each period there can be seen many heads bent low, laboring over some long translation.  Even the remains of Latin, which has been dead for many years, still has a place in the school curriculum, and like all the others is considered by the instructor as the most important.  The head of the Domestic Science Department has even persuaded her girls to believe that their department takes the lead, and she is not far wrong, for what would a poor girl do with a hungry man if she was not versed in the science of cooking?
     But after all, what in this world can be accomplished unless done in a business-like manner?  We will be pardoned, I am sure, if we take our place with the rest and realize as they that our work is the most important.  We believe it to be the foundation of all other departments.  At every period the typewriters can be heard clicking away at the rate of forty words a minute and the Bookkeeping room across the hall is full of equally industrious pupils.  The Bookkeeping course requires two years while Stenography is generally mastered in a year and a half.  The fact that eleven out of twenty-six Seniors have chosen to take the Commercial Course, or at least the Stenographic part of it, is proof of the popularity of this department.  It is well to be prepared for everything, and there will necessarily be some girls and practically all boys who will have to provide materials for existence, and we would hate to be caught as the professor with whom this story opened.
     Many in the eleventh grade have taken Stenography through the Summer and finished their course in a much shorter time.  To be able to get our units in Stenography we have to be able to take dictation at the rate of forty words a minute and then write this on the typewriter with very few mistakes.  The typewriting requirement is forty words a minute.

--ELIZABETH HARRIS, '22

"1922"

"S-elf-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control, these three alone lead life to
     sovereign power."
"E-conomy is the poor man's mint."
"N-oble souls, thru dust and heat,
     Rise from disaster and defeat
     The stronger."
"I-ndex-learning turns no student pale
     Yet holds the eel of science by the tail."
"O-bedience is the Christian's crown."
"R-eason raise o'er instinct as you can
     In this 'tis God directs, in that 'tis man."

"C-onscience is harder than our enemies,
     Knows more, accuses with more nicety."
"L-ovely indeed the mimic works of art,
     But Nature's works far lovelier."
"A-ll things are ready if our minds be so."
"S-elf love is not so vile a sin
     As self-neglecting."
"S-elf defense is a virtue
     Sole bulwark of all right."

--DAISY LAZARUS, '22

AN EVENING SPENT IN NIGHTMARE ABBEY

     Ten o'clock, and after bidding goodnight to the several friends who had called on me, I thought of my neglected lessons for the first time.  And oh, the lessons I did have to get!  I had made all kinds of resolutions to study when I brought my load of books home that afternoon, but following my motto of "pleasure before business," I had waited till now to get them.
     With many a sigh of regret I searched for the books I had carelessly thrown aside, finding them at last scattered over the floor, where my little sister had been searching for pencils, papers and drawings she considered her own.  At last I was settled down for work.  A story to write in English, study for history test, and a biology test, several pages of Spanish to translate, and a new lesson in shorthand was my program for the next day.  Oh, what a life!
     I tried to think up a story, but my plots were so jumbled they would have made a crazy quilt appear tame in comparison.  Abandoning this at last, I tried to study the cause and effects of the Revolutionary--or was it the Civil War?
     While I was trying to study, I was also having a lot of difficulty keeping my eyes open, and my head felt too heavy for my neck and shoulders.  At last, in a final attempt to keep awake, I began to study a picture of an old English monastery which hung on the wall.  The monastery seemed to grow in size; and in reality, the longer i looked at it.  I began to imagine all kinds of strange things concerning it.
     I was lost in a great forest, and suddenly I stood before an old abbey, covered with vines and leaves.  It was gruesome looking and forbidding, but I was curious to know what was inside so I went in; not without misgivings as to the consequences of this adventure.  Passing through a dusty, gloomy hall, lined with yellow, worm-eaten books, I was startled by a sound of clashing swords in a room nearby.  Who would have thought there was anything alive in this dead looking place!  I was at first terrified, and then curious to know what was happening inside.  Opening the door, which squeaked, and peering inside, I saw two men, fighting awhile with their swords and then resting awhile.  One, a short, stout man in an ill-matched coat of armor, I took to be a Spaniard by his appearance and dress.  The other man was tall and stately, dressed in a Roman toga, I knew he was a Roman by his nose.  At last they saw me standing there watching them and stopped fighting long enough to ask me who I was, what I was doing there, and what I wanted.  Suddenly I recognized the tow and exclaimed to the Spaniard, "Why senor, you are Don Quixote de las Mancha, whom I have been having so much trouble with in Spanish class.  And you sir," turning to the Roman, "are Caesar, my enemy in Latin class."  They stared at me in amazement, and suddenly both began to demand at once, "Who wrought the greatest deeds, Caesar or I?"  And, "what do you mean by confusing me with that Don Quixote, and translating me incorrectly every day?"  They looked and acted as if they would have liked to use their swords on me; and fearing they would turn thoughts into action, I ran from the room and slammed the door after me.
     I was again in the hall, and passing along I saw on a door a huge sign which said "keep out."
     "No trespassing" signs ever bothered me, and opening the door I was almost deafened by the roaring which greeted me.  Lincoln and Douglas were debating on one side of the room, and Webster and Hayne were debating on the other side.  Washington, Jefferson, Hamilton, Adams, Franklin, Lee and many others were the audience.  Now these tow debates had given me much trouble in American history, and I thought I now had a chance to straighten them out in my mind.  I listened, or tried to, for several minutes but became even more confused than before, for both debates were going on at once.
     Washington and Hamilton had gotten into a dispute over something, and the others were trying to keep them from fighting.  The whole atmosphere of this room was one of conflict, and as I am a pacifist I decided to get out before war began in earnest.  No one had paid the slightest attention to me in this room anyway, didn't even know I was there, and my self-esteem was injured by this neglect.
     I determined that I would be noticed in the next room I entered, so for the first time I decided to knock before entering.  I did, and the door was silently opened.  "At least," I thought to myself, "there is no noise or conflict going on here."  I walked in, almost knocking over a skeleton standing by the door.  I was horrified at the sight which met my eyes.  Gazing around the room, I saw other skeletons standing around, with worms, bugs, snakes, and everything nasty and creeping, crawling all over them, the floor and the walls.  I turned to run out of the room, but there was that ghostly skeleton standing guard in front of the door.  Suddenly, its lower jaw began to move and a hollow and metallic voice asked, "What do you want?  Are you a scientific research worker?"  I could not speak at first but finally I managed to stammer, "N-no, s-sir, I-I am not, sir, b-but p-please sir, I w-would l-like to get out of here."  I again heard the voice saying, "You wanted to come in here and now you can't get out unless I see fit.  Perhaps we will dissect you and see how much your brain weighs, and see if you have been troubled by any kinds of disease.  I am Prof. Young and these other gentlemen you see standing around the wall are my fellow-scholars.  We have given our whole lives to science, and our bodies after death.  These reptiles and insects are our specimens.  Perhaps you would like to join our great work of physiological and zoological knowledge?"
     With this, he and the other skeletons, accompanied by the frogs, reptiles, and insects, started towards me, and with a terrified shriek I started for the door, upsetting one of the skeletons.  The skeleton and I struck the floor with such force that our bones rattled, and I was almost senseless.  We made a terrible racket alright.
     At first I was too frightened to open my eyes, but when I did I was both astonished and relieved.  The mysterious abbey and its inmates had completely disappeared, and I was lying on the floor with my books scattered all about me.  The chair in which I had been sitting was overturned as was also the table on which my books had been.  I was much bewildered, and very glad indeed when I saw mamma and my sister come running in.  Daddy followed the procession, and I knew something unusual must have happened to excite him so much.  They had been alarmed by the terrible noises the furniture and I had been making and had come to investigate, thinking nothing less than the roof had fallen on me.
     It was a great relief to me, indeed, to find that all of my experiences had been only imaginary ones, but I never, never want to spend another night in Nightmare Abbey.

--JOANNA NEWMAN, '22

--MARY PARKER, '22

MEMBERS:

Accompanist--Tillie Borchardt, '22
Violins--Dolores Artau, '22; Benito Artau, '24; William Ford, '25; Maurice Zelmenovitz, '24.
Clarinet--Smedley Missildine, '25.
Cornet--Merril Langford, '25.
Mandolin--Cornelia Leavy, '22; Louise Pfeiffer, '22; Lillian Gordon, '24; Naomi Prim, '24.