Two 15-year old girls unexpectedly were “stuck in Lodi” last night.

The girls, Joanna James and Debby Olson of San Jose, were riding in the back of the pickup camper driven by Joanna’s father when he stopped for gasoline at a service station at Highway 99 and Highway 12.

The girls jumped from the back of the camper to visit the restroom without telling the father, Richard James, of their departure.

When they returned, the camper was gone with James heading east on Highway 12 unaware he was minus two passengers.

Fortunately for all concerned, an off-duty highway patrolman was at the station and came to their aid. He telephoned CHP headquarters and a message was radioed to patrolmen on the highway east of Lodi to look for James’ truck. Officers stopped him 15 minutes later and gave him the surprising news. He returned to the station, picked up the girls and resumed the family trip to Jackson after a headcount on all passengers.

The Old Man, who could play two sets of tennis until he was nearly 80, keeps in shape by walking and mowing his lawn these days. Last year a power-mower firm sent him one of its streamlined models for his ninety-fourth birthday. He returned it with a note.

“Thanks very much,” wrote the life-long athlete, “but I get more exercise out of using the hand-mower.”

Amos Alonzo Stagg, the revered elder statesman of football, celebrated his ninety-sixth birthday today, much to the surprise of two insurance companies.

Stagg, silver-maned and hearty, beat actuary odds of 100,000 to 3 by collecting on his life insurance policies as his own beneficiary.

One policy, issued in 1903 by a young agent of the Northwestern Mutual Life Insurance Company named Harold L. Ickes, was for $10,000. Another was issued in 1892 by the New York Life Insurance Company for a lesser amount. Ickes became Secretary of Interior during the Administration of Franklin D. Roosevelt.

Amos Alonzo Stagg, a football coach for 70 years who was born even before the game, quietly celebrated his 101st birthday today.

Unlike last year, when Stagg made a dramatic appearance at a civic birthday party in his honor, he remained in a Stockton convalescent home. He smiled his thanks when nurses wished him a happy birthday.

His wife, Stella, and son, Dr. Paul Stagg, both of Stockton, brought Stagg some of the many good wishes sent by mail.

The high school team is not in perfect running shape, as several of the boys have severe colds, and “Tarzan” Wright the big guard, is unable to play at all, being laid up with a touch of pneumonia. All these things help the odds against Dover. The visiting team is noted for its long shots from the floor which it is unable to make use of on its own floor, but seldom fails when there is plenty of overhead room.

The Capitol team has been perfecting several new plays, which Coaches Simpson and Yeaton think will show at least one surprise tonight.

Prof. Tharp principal of the Middletown school felt a desire to know how some of his pupils ranked with the College requirements, and though totally unprepared for such an examination, several were found willing to make the attempt. The most difficult questions of the list in Algebra and Geometry only were used. Miss Julia Staats of the A class answered all the questions correctly that were given in Algebra and demonstrated the principles of 5 out of six questions in Geometry, giving entirely extemporaneous work at the blackboard. Sallie Jolls and Mary Maxwell of the B class gave correct answers to the questions given in Algebra, and Prof. Robinson complimented them all for their excellent work. He expressed no little surprise and pleasure at the grade of work done in our schools, and congratulated Prof. Tharp upon the standard he maintained. But no matter how well the girls may do, nor how eager they may be to go to Delaware College, they can’t enter there, because, forsoothe, Delaware College does not admit women.

Is it not time to make a change, and give the “co-eds” a chance.

Turning aside from the League of Nations and the price of sugar, I want to say a word on a subject that may not impress everybody as being a matter of public interest, but which certainly so impresses me.

Last Saturday the Tech High football team went to Savannah to play the Savannah High football team. Running true to the fine traditions of that splendid city, the Savannah High School boys and their friends, with many charming young ladies, met the Tech High team at the depot in a spirit of generous and cordial chivalry, showed them the town, made provision for their comfort, entertained them at their homes, and cheered them on the field, showing in every way such a splendid spirit of hospitality that the Tech High boys came back to Atlanta singing the praises of Savannah and the Savannah High School football team in most enthusiastic fashion.

Because there has seemed to be a little tendency that way, the citizens of Savannah, and the boys of that city, who have profited by the examples of citizenship always illustrated in that city by their fathers, have rendered a service to the state and all its schools. What they have done will add substantially to the splendid good that is being worked out for our coming young manhood by the noble game of football. I wish we could all hear the testimony of the Tech High football team in praise of the clean sportsmanship and splendid character of the Savannah High School team.

Cornell University seems fated to lose two or three of her brightest students every year by distressing accidents. Last night Edward Scribner Nevins, ‘90, of Orange, N.J., lost his life in Eddy Pond in an attempt to save Miss Maggie Sullivan from drowning. Miss Sullivan was skating. Young Nevins was on the bank with several others. He was preparing skates for a lady who accompanied him. Suddenly a crash was heard and Miss Sullivan was seen in the water, with her little sister and a boy, and a moment later another child was in the icy bath. Mr. Nevins sprang into the water and endeavored to rescue Miss Sullivan, while the girl who accompanied him stretched herself on the ice and helped the boy out, and a young man rescued the children. Nevins and Miss Sullivan sank together. It is thought she clasped him so as to impede his freedom of movement, for he was an expert swimmer.

Miss Sullivan’s body was recovered with grappling hooks when all hope of recovery was past. She was a popular young school teacher of fine scholarship and bright prospects. Her father committed suicide last Spring, leaving a large family, which Maggie and the mother have worked hard to support.