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VOL. XVIII
PASADENA, CALIFORNIA, DECEMBER 16, 1926
NO. 10
(Eljmtirl? Extensa GUjriatmaa dmtmga anb Seat Uialjfa for a Jiappg Nrm frar
Dramatic Club
. To P resent
Comedy
Members Divided Into Six
Committees, Each To Be in
Charge of Certain Field.
In producing “The Charm
School,” a comedy in three acts by
Alice Duel- Miller, the Bauble and
Bells dramatic society is working
much the same as do real stock
companies. Each phase of the
work is taken care of by a certain
committee.
Jeanette Gordon is in charge of
the ushers. Other members of the
club who are working- on that com¬
mittee are: Carol Shriver, Lorraine
Tetterington, Ester Strickland,
Geraldine Anderson, Florence Hou¬
ston, and Kate Sullivan.
Herbert Merris is chairman of
the stage committee, the members
of which are: Arthur Casebeer,
Philip Pratt, Bruce Woodland, Dan
McNamara, Herbert Resner, Fran¬
cis Leddy, and, Harry Fosdick.
The committee taking care of the
business side of the production con¬
sists of William Best, chairman,
Francis Leddy, Gus Ciliax, Geral¬
dine Anderson, and Ruth Baldwin.
The publicity is under Herbert j
Resner, who is being assisted by '
Albert Stockdale, Harry Fosdick, I
Florence Houston, and Kate Sulli- )
van.
The costumes are being arranged
by Miriam Morris, Ruth Baldwin,
Thelma Rogers, and Jeanette
Hirsh.
The assistant directors of the
comedy are Thelma Rogers, Her¬
bert Merris, Roney Williamson, and
Esther Good.
Several changes have been made
in the cast of the play. William
Best and Gus Ciliax have been cho¬
sen to play the parts of Jim and
Tim Simpkins, in the place of
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CHRISTMAS PAGEANT
Tableaus, antiphonal choirs,
and processionals will portray
the beautiful Christmas pageant
which is to be presented in
assembly tomorrow.
There, will be selected, read¬
ing- accompanied by an in¬
visible choir, the latter made
up of members of the voice
culture class. A series of
tableaus, including the angelic
hosts and the Madonna at the
Manger, will be followed by
the singing of “It came Upon
the Midnight Clear,” by an in¬
visible choir, and “Silent
Night, Holy Night,” by an
antiphonal choir.
Donald Novis will sing
“Away in a Manger,” and will
be followed immediately by the
boys’ glee club and the Three
Wise Men singing “We Three
Kings of the Orient Are.” This
wil be followed by the girls’
glee club in a processional
singing “O, Come All Ye Faith¬
ful.” The combined glee clubs
will close the program singing
“Oh, Little Town of Bethle¬
hem.”
League Will Fill
Xmas Stockings
at Freemont
Departing- from Custom of
! Giving Program, Girls Will
Take Gifts to Kiddies.
G. A. A. Will Give
Christmas
Dinners
ROMAN LIFE DEPICTED
IN MODERN DRESS
AND SETTING
Instead of entertaining the Mex¬
ican kiddies by giving them a
Christmas party on the stage in the
last assembly before vacation as
has formally been the custom, the
girls’ league is going to help pro¬
vide for a party for the Freemont
children to be given at the Free¬
mont school, this year. The girls’
contribution will be 200 tarlton
stockings, which are to be filled
■with candy, nuts, fruit and toys.
In order to give the advisory
work to do, the making and filling
the stockings is being carried on
through them.
Elizabeth McCollough, president
of the league, has appointed Dor¬
othy Reed, 27, to take charge of
procuring- the necessary supplies;
and Eveyln Copping, 28, of getting
girls- to make and fill the stock¬
ings.
Every afternoon this week girls
i have been at work in Miss Nellie
• Greene Clarke’s office, making the
j stockings out of red tarlton and
bright colored yarn.
Many Needy Families Will Be
Cheered by the Thought¬
fulness of Girl Athletes.
Again this year, as in past
years, the Girls’ Athletic Asso¬
ciation will present Christmas din¬
ners to several families who
would otherwise spend a dreary
holiday. The same system that
is used at Thanksgiving time by
the Girls’ League will be followed j
by the G. A. A. on a smaller
scale.
This year eleven baskets- will
be filled with good things to eat,
and will be turned over to the
city mother who will take them
to the families which she deems
most worthy of the treat.
Those in charge of the work are
Miss Mildred Margadant and
Mary Pickett, 27.
The G. A. A. girls are divided
into eleven groups, with a captain
in charge of each group. The
captains are: Agnes Arnold, Ruth
Arney, Ruth Bardell, Neva Bug-
bee, Evelyn Copping, Helen Hill,
Elizabeth Cromwell, Suzanne
Rice, Yolando Spirito, Grace
Thompkins and Hazel Olsen.
EXIT 19.26
In a few days the year,
1926, will be gone, never to
return. As we see the old
year fade out possibly the
same thought comes to each,
•and every one of us. Has
this year been a success, or
has it been a failure?* Have
we accomplished something, or
have we just lived from day
to day taking life as it comes?
The question is not only,
have we done our best to
help ourselves, but have we
done our best to help others?
If we can answer these
questions satisfactory-, we can
bid. the old year farewell with
a smile. If there is a tug¬
ging at our conscience that
tells us we have not lived the
year to the best advantage,
then there is something wrong-.
In which of these two classes
do we belong ?
If we have not made this
year a prosperous one, then
let’s make a New Year’s resol¬
ution to make the next one a
little better.
Announce W inner
In Davis- Hall
Contest
Speech on Education Takes
First Place; Oratorical Con¬
test Next Event.
INDIAN ENTERTAINER'
PORTRAYS CUSTOMS
OF PEOPLE
The music hall was the scene
of an interesting program last
Friday evening, when the S. P. Q.
R. club entertained 100 Latin
students at its semi - annual
party. Various Latin classes of
P. H. S. presented the program,
which was under the supervision
of Letha James.
Students wearing modern clothes
and acting in an up to date man¬
ner applied the Latin story,, “Py-
rarnus and Thisbe,” written by
Elizabeth Brown, ’27, to modern
times.
“The Death of Caesar,” written
by Nelson Dodge, ’27, was present-
PEN AND QUILL HEARS
INITIATION SPEECHES
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The Pen and Quill Literary
club of P. H. S. voted . on the new
j students who naci signified their
intention of joining the organiza-
| tion in a previous meeting by giv¬
ing two minute speeches on why
; they (the prospective members)
wanted to join.
Jayne Ryden, president, called
the meeting to order. The club
then held discussions on new mem¬
bers and an initiation party: It
was decided that the new mem¬
bers would be initiated at the
next meeting.
TRIPLE “S” RECEIVES
NEW MEMBERS
A formal initiation of the new j
Triple “S” members was held re- ,
cently at a meeting of the club in ;
207 B.
The informal initiation will
take place tomorrow evening at 1
the home of Janet Allen, in Sierra
Madre. This is the regular eve¬
ning meeting-, which has been post¬
poned a week.
Mary Allen', 26, a former mem¬
ber of the Triple “S” will be home
for the Christmas holidays, and
is expected to be present at the
meeting.
In the first student: body enter¬
tainment of the year, Gai-i-wah-
go-wah, a Sioux Indian, appeared
in the P. H. S. auditorium yes¬
terday afternoon.
The entertainment consisted of
songs, dances, and demonstrations
of the Indian sign language. Gai-
i-wah-go-wah told tales of his
boyhood and of his animal friends.
His appeal for better and more
democratic treatment of the
American Indian was eloquently
given.
Although this is his first ap¬
pearance at P. H. S. he has
entertained at practically every
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“Education as an aid to civiliza-
! tion” was the subject of Stanley
: Hahn’s brief little talk in assembly,
Tuesday. Stanley incidentally won
the prize in the Davis-Hall Orator¬
ical Contest, by virtue of his nice¬
ties of diction and his expressive
forcefulness. Hahn began by de-
: picting the making of our Ameri¬
can Constitution. He brought out
the fact that the creators of our
nation’s political formula knew that
in order to thoroughly interpret
and to intelliegently understand the
Constitution, the people must be
well educated. Stanley’s delivery
was strong and direct, his subject
matter was complete and well con¬
structed and he spoke in an in¬
teresting, even facinating manner,
j Close on the heels of Hahn came
Orin Earle, who spoke on “The
Progress of Education.” The
speaker traced the history of educa¬
tion down through the ages, begin¬
ning with the Nile River brand of
learning. Earle brought out the
fact that free public education,
more than any other thing, is re-
j sponsible for the United States’ oc-
: cupying- the place she does in world
affairs. “It is the education of the
masses, not the aristocrats, which
gives a people its cultured back-
“ America’s foremost gift to all
j mankind, an education.”
Bernard Melekian was awarded
j third place. Bernard spoke on
“The Progress of Public Health.”
He demonstrated that, ever since
the Stone Ages, men have been
afflicted with the torments and pes¬
tilences of disease. “Science,” said
Melekian, “is making wonderful
progress in the annihilation of bad
public health, but not until the
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.■HEN Noel was a tiny blue-eyed mite of a
baby she discovered that if she wanted a
thing badly enough to howl for it; sooner
or later, she invariably became the possessor
thereof. Sometimes it was sooner, sometimes
later, but the end was always the same.
Noel was seventeen now, and as spoiled as any
girl could possibly be. She still followed her baby¬
hood campaign, though it must be confessed, in a
slightly modified form. She did not have to howl for
what she wanted now. Her big, kindly, easy-going
father was as putty in her hands. Noel’s mother had
died when she was but three years old, and so she did
as she pleased.
It was the day before Christmas. A cold gray day,
with a premonition of snow in the air, but no festive
holiday spirit stirred her heart as she decended the
long polished staircase. Her French heels clicking, a
pout more accentuated than ever on her face. She was
bored — bored to death. A fire was burning at one end
of the drawing room, and disconsolately she threw
herself into a chair before it. Why on earth her father
wanted to stay home for Christmas she simply could
not understand. Everybody else had left for Florida,
or Europe, at least everybody who mattered. What
earthly good was Christmas anyhow! To her it was
just another day, when she received a lot of foolish
presents she didn’t need, and was expected to be elated
over them. She remembered how her aunt and uncle
waited with the children until after breakfast, and then
went in all together to see the tree and open their
presents. And" they actually — they actually hung up
their stockings! A faint supercilious smile touched
her lips. To think that anyone could be so childish!
But then, they seemed to enjoy it.
With an impatient shrug she arose and went to
the window. The sound of a fire siren pierced the
silence, and all in a moment the air seemed filled with
shrill, blood-curdling shrieks. Her eyes suddenly
brightened, and hm-riedly grabbing her fur coat she
dashed out to her car. She would follow them! That
would surely be a thrill. Down the wide street she
raced, like a brilliant yellow streak in her canary-
colored roadster. Forty — fifty — sixty, sixty-five. Slowly
the speedometer crept up, until she was scarcely
twenty yards behind the rushing engines. Her hair
blew back from her face and the biting wind whipped
the color into her cheeks. It seemed scarcely a moment
before she was drawing to a stand-still, as close as
the crowds would permit.
An orphan asylum was in flames. Great clouds of
black smoke poured from the windows, while children
stood in shivering huddled groups, watching the cruel
destruction of the only home they knew, with wide,
frightened eyes. Everyone seemed to be watching —
watching — breathlessly — expectantly, caught in a great
tense silence. Ruthlessly Noel pushed through the
crowds. She would see it all at as close quarters as
she could manage, for was she not out for a thrill ?
Suddenly she stopped short, and her heart nearly
stopped beating, for up at a window in the very top
of the building stood a little child. Sometimes the
child was completely hidden by the great clouds of
smoke, and at other times it seemed as though the
crackling tongues of flame would devour it. Yet it
stood there motionless, a little white blur in the midst
of a seething inferno. Noel knew for the first time
the terrible agony of suspense, suspense in which a
human life hung in the balance. The piteous whim¬
pering of the other little children faintly pricked her
consciousness, and a violent shudder went through her.
But, oh, that little white faced thing at the window!
that pitiful little motionless figure! How horribly
frightened it must be. Just then a fireman rushed
by with a ladder, and the next moment, with cat-like
agility a blue-clad figure was climbing up — up — but oh,
how slowly — how agonisingly slowly. Noel’s eyes kept
straining towards that little window that seemed so
far away. A woman, white-faced and disheveled, yet
deadly calm, brushed past her, and addressed the
huddled group of children.
“You must all stay here together,” Noel heard her
say, “No matter what happens you must keep to¬
gether, and I will see that everyone of you is taken
care of.”
A muffled sob came from their midst, and the
woman’s self-control seemed for a moment utterly to
forsake her.
“Don’t” cry!” she said, an entreaty, that held in
it a hint of desperation, sounded in her voice. “Pray,
everyone of you pray, that that little child in there
will be saved.”
Noel suddenly closed her eyes, and a prayer rose
to her lips, a wild desperate prayer.
“Oh, God, don’t let that little child die in there.
You can’t, oh, you can’t. I’ve never asked you for
anything before, but, oh, dear God, please — please,
answer this one prayer.”
When she opened her eyes. A great cheer suddenly
went up from the throng for slowly, but steadily the
blue-clad figure was descending the ladder, and in his
arms — was the little child. Something sprang to life
in Noel in that moment, something that brought blind¬
ing tears to her eyes, and a fierce desire into her
heart. Hardly conscious of what she was doing she
ran up to the woman who had addressed the children.
“What — ” she demanded breathlessly — “What are
all of these children going to do?”
The woman looked at her for a moment, blankly,
with eyes that glistened with tears of relief. Then:
“Oh, I don’t know — I don’t know — it has all been
so sudden — so horrible, but at least they are all alive,
thank God.”
“Why not bring them all to my home — at least for
tonight — ” Noel asked, “there is plenty of room, and
only my father and I there.”
“That is more than kind of you my dear.” The
woman spoke gratefully, “but it would be imposing
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