Friday the 13th was a fitting day for freshman initiation and Senior Day at Lafayette High. It was the lowly freshmen’s downfall after being “king pen” at the last school they attended. They were forced to cater to the wishes of the Senior Class of ‘64.

During the day the freshmen could be ordered to do anything within reason by a senior, though they could not be hurt or harassed. The ninth graders were seen pushing pennies in the grass, carrying piles of books while balancing a life-saver on their nose, and kneeling at the command of the seniors. They polished shoes and kissed senior rings. They helped out in the cafeteria by cleaning littered tables. They picked up bits of paper on the LHS campus. Numerous were seen wearing dog collars and leashes, while all were ordered to wear sandwich-type placards with their names on the front and the sentence “I am a lowly freshman” on the back.

Among the pretty and enjoyable social events, heralding the lovely approach of spring, is that tendered by the Senior Class of Corinth High School who are enjoying their initial picnic today in commemoration of the joyful springtime. There are six partaking of the pleasant pastime at Liddon’s Lake, the cooling summer resort to which parties of young people flock for an outing. Through the courtesies of Miss Helen Rubel, who is one of the popular members of the class, the party was conveyed to the scene of their merriment in the handsome Rubel car. The lake is typical of spring, at which time the earth rouses from its death of sleep of the past winter; the trees put forth; the grass is peeping up, flowers are budding, and everywhere is life. Every evidence at this popular place is that spring has returned with her robes of green, and her garlands of dainty woodland blossoms. with the richness of the carpet of green covering hill and dale where this merry party assembled for perhaps, their loveliest school picnic. Their chaperone for the occasion, Miss Mabel Ray, one of their favorites among the faculty, was never more entertaining than on this ideal day, and each one was personally interested in, not only their own pleasures, but in the pleasure of the entire party.

Richard’s first answer to the magnetic pull of wanderlust came when he was 17. While his parents attended a house party in Mississippi he was to have spent the week with friends in Brownsville, Tenn., his birthplace.

“He had only enough money to go to Brownsville and when he packed his bag he put in just a few Summer things,” his mother recalled later. “I thought it strange that when the train pulled out he should have stood on the back platform and waved to me as long as the train was in sight.

“The first intimation we had that he had run away came the next day when he failed to arrive at Brownsville. Four days of frantic search brought no word. Then a letter arrived from New Orleans saying that he was sailing for Europe.” “I knew you wouldn’t want me to go,” he wrote, “so I took the matter in my own hands. I have never disobeyed you and I haven’t this time.” The 17-year boy spent eight months in France looking over the recently vacated battlefields of the World War. He exchanged English lessons for French with a professor at the Sorbonne and made a living teaching two children English, for a small sum of money with room and board.

Speaking of Richard, his mother said later:

“He’s been nothing but a source of great joy to us all his life. He was a regular boy and there were times when I was worried about his little escapades, but all in all he’s been a perfect son to his mother.”

Byron W. King, the author and elocutionist, attracted a large audience to the high-school assembly room last evening, and he gave such an entertainment as kept everybody in good humor from first to last. He recited not only from the writings of Eugene Field, James Whitcomb Riley, and Shakespeare, but he gave several of his own poems. His expression is inimitable and his power of mimicry great. He introduces each selection in his own humorous way, and is constantly interrupted by laughter. His imitations of a bumble-bee and of the passing of a horse and sleigh are great.

The remarkable fact is that Byron W. King began life such a stammerer that he could not recite in his classes as a boy in the public school, and had to write his lessons. Yet he became the teacher of other stammerers. At thirteen he entered Mount Pleasant College, from Westmoreland county, Pa., and graduated with honors of his class in 1877. But he was so humiliated by his failure to control his speech that he determined to be delivered from the tormenting infirmity. At last he discovered a method of using his muscles so as to gain control of his speaking. So well did he put his discovery into practice that he soon began to appear before audiences, and for more than forty years, he was busy in this work. It was not unusual for people to book him two years ahead to be sure of getting a date they wanted.

While I had demonstrated some of the things that a “female superintendent” could do, there were many improvements still needing to be made in the schools of Kenosha, as well as the perfecting of those already undertaken, and the firmer intrenchment of them in public understanding and favor. There were progressive movements that were operating in other cities and there were the ones that I wanted to try out. The first battle for these new educational plans, as is best for all social undertakings, must be fought out in the adult mind of the community. I still had, in the friendly editor of the “Evening News,” an able ally in efforts to bring the public to a fuller realization of their duty to their schools. On the whole, the opportunity offered by Kenosha was becoming a more and more attractive one. The “game” was increasing in interest. I was feeling “the gladness of creative work.”

It was Ella Flagg Young the noted Superintendent of the Chicago Schools who had said to me when we were conversing about our work, that “all the different school problems that she had to deal with existed in Kenosha in——.” She hesitated for the right word, and when I suggested the word “miniature” to fill the blank, she nodded and continued, —“The great thing that you can do for your rapidly growing little city is to tackle these problems before they get so big as to be overwhelming.” Among the problems mentioned, or discussed more fully, were the ever-present ones in modern school administration, such as delinquents and special schools for such, vocational education, health and sanitation, the sure need of more school buildings, and the probability of political interference. At that time I had the honor of being the only other woman public school superintendent of any city of the size of Kenosha or larger in the United States. Mrs. Young was eleven years of my senior and her broader experience made her a valued advisor.

Glenn said he considered it interesting that the youngsters selected the name “Friendship” for their country and the number 7 for the astronauts.

He said this was in indication of the interest of young Americans in the world and of their desire that the friendship motive continue throughout their lives.

Glenn said the name was an expression too of the desire that space be used for peaceful purposes.

“Let us hope that in space there will not be hate, greed, injustice, or all the things that seem to saddle us here on earth,” he said.

“We hope we can dedicate ourselves to this peaceful motive not only in the future of space but through the peaceful uses of space.”

Cosmologists and astrophysicists the world over will read with sorrow the news of the death of Dr. Edwin P. Hubble. Though only 63, he was an outstanding scientific figure twenty-five years ago.

What set him apart was his examination of nebulae that came to be called “island universes,” though his cosmological and astrophysical work was by no means limited to them. He entered the field of cosmology at a time when the observable region of the stars was restricted largely to the Milky Way. When the 100-inch reflector of Mount Wilson was built it became possible for him to use the nebulae as landmarks and so arrive at an approximate picture of the structure of the universe.