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 HEN in the years to come, the history of the different classes of Hubbell school may be scanned, none will be more illustrious, more praised than that of 1912. Eighth grades may come and go, but the class of 1912, with its twentythree members, will excel all others in our minds.

The class is unique in the members enrolled, twentythree in all—fourteen boys and nine girls. One of these we transferred to Elmwood, and another who came in to review, left us to go to work.

At present our class numbers twenty one. Ten of these are "Des Moines made goods," ten others in Iowa and one, Grace Gardner, came to us from a neighboring state.

Two of our members, Gladys Howard and Grace Gardner, have had a perfect attendance.

By way of training, this class has had two composition lessons a week with Miss Morton, five grammar lessons and five arithmetic lessons with Miss Heaton, and five history lessons a week with Miss De Jarnette, besides many lessons in musical

art, orthography, drawing and in the Palmer method of penmanship. Many tests and reviews in all these various branches have been given. Also we have been drilled in military tactics, fancy steps and fold games galore and after all this, let any one dare to say we are not thoroughly prepared to go to West High.

We have had joys and sorrows together. When too noisy we've been squelched ; when too backward, we've been pushed forward ; when too forward, we've been sat down on ; when too elated we've been sobered down ; when too blase we've been scored right freely, and when too despondent we've been cheered and urged onward until we have come out of this grind a well balanced class, eager to press on to new achievements, and with loyal hearts to our school, principal, teachers and the oncoming eighth grade.

The greatest traveler in the class is Raymond Elwell. Born in Des Moines in 1896 of American parents ; has lived in Salt Lake City, Boise City, Newcastle, Pa., Salamonka, N. Y., Chicago and Des Moines. He has attended Alcott, Irving, Bird and Hubbell schools. He likes

arithmetic best of all studies and would rather play baseball than any other game. His desire is to be a musician, but we know he never can be such because of his

embarrassment when asked to play. His muscles become paralyzed, making it impossible for him to perform.

The only thing for which Mary Holiday has ever been corrected, has been her inclination toward neighborliness, on the right side of course. She likes composition and history and would enjoy camping all summer.

In many towns over the Nebraska prairies has lived one of the class, who has now settled

has been trained at Elmwood and Hubbell schools.

A little Scotch-Irish boy, Donald McCutchen, born in 1896, is a member of our class but prefers the society of the seventh grade. He came to us as a product of Elmwood. Arithmetic is his favorite study when no football game is on. Then his pastime is teasing. His day dream is to achieve greatness as Iowa's greatest farmer.

Lester came out of the woods when he came to Hubbell, having

attended Elmwood and Greenwood. His greatest fault has been his vacant seat, especially on Friday afternoons. He likes arithmetic well, and would enjoy fishing all day. We hope there'll be a fish pond on his farm where he may indulge in this exercise as much as he pleases.

A little Dutch boy, Clio Van, lived for a while in Fort Madison. He has won some renown as a good speller and is very fond of baseball. He had attended Jordan, Alcott and Webster before he came to Hubbell. Wishing to win fame he, with the two Donalds of our class, attempted to secure a vacation for themselves and their classmates, but as the height of success can be gained only step by step, their hasty ascent hurled them to the ground and they lay groaning in the dust of disgrace.

Arriving a little late, because having attended Bird, Ewing, Grant, Elmwood, Cary and private school before reaching us, Gertrude Davis declares she likes any sport "that is out of door exercise." She wants to be a musician, while she likes history and grammar best.

Very clever, but not unusually strong in his arms, Roswell is a combined product of Capital Park, Whittier, Olive McHenry and Hubbell. He never fails in history recitations, and would ride a bicycle any distance. He wants to be a successful business man and help women get their rights to vote.

All year there has been the boy with the grin. Whether he got it from Crocker, Elmwood or Hubbell we don't know. He

likes balls—foot, base and basket—and is fondest of arithmetic. Rundel desires to be the owner of a large company of "Marygo rounds."

Howard Wragg is the senior member of the class, having been born in 1895. He has attended Given, Grant, Bird and Elmwood. He is very fond of history and recites well. His favorite sport is football, in which he excels. His ambition is to be a farmer.

A little tot was brought to Des Moines in its mother's arms when one year old, and when a year and a half old a present of a little baby brother was given to her. These little ones began their career in the Forest Home school and later were transferred to Elmwood. Here their brilliancy began to assert itself and when Hubbell was reached the class has been much honored by having Gladys become one of the ablest pupils in it, while Donald ranks first as a time waster.

The little Dutch grandma of the class, memory is so poor that she has forgotten in what town in Iowa she was born, but has lived in Colorado Springs, Perry, Iowa, Indianola and Des Moines and has attended Lucas, Emerson, Webster, Greenwood and Hubbell schools. She would rather play basketball than any other game. Nellie's favorite studies are grammar, arithmetic and music and she still has no ambition.

An American girl was born in Coon Rapids in 1898. She has attended Olive McHenry and Hubbell schools. Frances writes that she likes all sports and fa

vors history and wishes very much to become a great historian.

A little giggler in our class, Blanche, was born in 1898 in Frazer, Iowa. This true American has lived in Colfax, Dunreath and Des Moines. She has attended Clarkson, Elmwood and Hubbell schools. She wishes to become a famous teacher in arithmetic.

A little English Quaker boy is a member of our class and was born in Audubon, Iowa, in 1896. This little Quaker fellow has no ambition or at least has not discovered it yet, unless it is to be a poet. Harold is well known in many schools, for he has gone to Forest Home, Franklin, Crocker, Olive McHenry, Irving, Elmwood and Hubbell schools. His favorite sports are football and baseball. And he enjoys arithmetic very much.

One of the brightest girls in the eighth grade writes that she would like to study music and probably teach it. Her favorite study is grammar. Grace was born in Lake Washington, Minn., in 1897 and has lived in Mankato, Minn., and Chicago.

One of our late corners, a true American, born in Dexter, Iowa, in 1897 and lived in Valley Junction for some time is now a member of our noted eighth grade. Teddy's favorite study is geography, but he likes football better. His desire is to become a farmer. Living so near the country he has a taste of it, and we hope some day to see him on a farm of his own.

Some day, perhaps, if we were

to go out west, we would see a French ranchman. For that is what Archie longs to become. His favorite sport is swimming.

The baby of the class, James, was born in Jerome, Iowa, in 1899. He has attended McKinley, Garfield and High school of Centerville and Hubbell school of Des Moines. His favorite study is arithmetic. He is striving to become a civil engineer.

Another one of our strongest pupils, Mary Wright, came to us from Greenwood and Jordan schools. She was born in Winterset in 1896. She is a thorough American girl, and has been a royal supporter of our class and school since joining with us. She has been one of the leaders in our class, always having lessons well prepared, ready to take hold of whatever is to be done, and is especially fond of music. It doesn't interfere, however, w:th her love for basketball, and if all goes well we shall some day hear of her pupils in recital.

Mary Wright

A Little Blue Bird.

There was once a little bird,
And her pretty song I heard.
Her nest was in a tree,
And she sang a pretty song to me.

Little blue bird, Oh, so gay,
Tell me where you are, I pray.
Flying through the azure sky,
Oh, so very, very high.

Nancy Harsh.
Age 7, Second grade.

Class of 1912

Top row from left to right: Donald Howard, Raymond Elwell, Harold Parnham, Archie Randles, Howard Wragg, Donald McCutcheon, Theodore Allen, Roswell Armstrong

Lower row from left to right: Rundel Morr, Frances Haas, Gladys Howard, Mary Wright, Mary Holliday, Grace Gardner, Blanchetta Mendon, Nellie Davis, Lester Pittsly, Gertrude Davis, Clio Van Hyning.

NE day after a weary and tiresome journey, far away from home friends, I entered a tavern in a little country village among the mountains of the great Northwest. From the sign, and the few stragglers that loafed around on boxes at the general store as I came up I took it for granted that the village was perhaps one that was not visited by the latest fads and fashions of the day.

The buildings were old fashioned, the people were dressed largely in homespun clothing, but I hoped to find, however, a place to sleep and something to eat, as I was almost famished.

On entering the tavern I found myself in a very unusual room, and soon discovered that I was among a very peculiar set of people. One of the first questions I was asked was how I came to be there, and what I wanted. I soon made myself known and what I wanted. I felt all the time that I was being watched by the keenest eyes.

After my hunger was satisfied I was asked in the most ordinate tone of voice what I wished to know. Still puzzled, I replied that there wasn't anything in particular that I wanted. Still that inquisitive look on the faces around me. I went out to stroll around a while before entering, but had not gone far, when I saw just in front of me a very peculiarly shaped building, one story

high, and covered with a tin roof.

Asking a passerby what it was, I was informed that this was a Futurescope, by which one could look into the future and see himself and others as they would be ten, twenty or thirty years hence. One had only to force the eyepiece to the time he wanted in the future, and by adjustment of certain machinery, the place of some one desired could be seen.

The invention belonged to an inhabitant of the village, and to keep this wonderful secret, no duplicate had ever been allowed to be made. I found, however, that they were perfectly willing that I should use the instrument and I immediately thought of our old class of 1912 at Hubbell school and asked to be shown that.
And after forty years I saw the dear old place. The building was as it had been, but it seemed to be in the heart of the city as homes had been built around it on all sides. The north lot had been all filled in, and all kinds of playground apparatus was in use. The grounds were filled with children, as it was recess time. And I noticed teachers among the children. Being a little curious as to who the grayhaired lady was, who looked so familiar, I was delighted to recognize our schoolmate, Mary Wright, who has become widely known among school people for the magnificent work she does

through her history classes. Turning my machine slightly my attention was attracted to a huge billboard, on which I read :

COMING THE GREAT ELWELLVAN HYNING CIRCUS.

Leading Attractions : Jim Green, the Heavyweight, who weighs 6141/8 pounds one day and 700 the next. And Donald Howard's great chorus, which will alight from their aeroplanes and furnish music for the performances, while Blanchetta Mendona will startle all by her daring stunts in the airship.

My vision was next attracted to Valley Junction, where Theodore still lives, but not alone, for Lindsey Coons has moved down, and together they control the finest athletic fields in the state, Coons giving daily lessons in all sorts of gymnastic and field stunts. Theodore's barber shop is right on the corner, where he shaves you and takes your tickets.

Again my thoughts changed and the machine focused on the Chicago aeroplane station where the most renowned Gardner lemon pies are for sale, and I noticed a line of people hurrying to get them while they were yet warm from Grace's famous ovens.

The next place I focused my machine was at Morrville, where the Hon. Mr. Morr and wife had established a colony years previous. After years of hard labor he has expired and now Mary weeps over his grave.

I turned my machine slightly

and noticed a large army of men raising the "Titanic" with the help of a divingbell which was invented by Pittsly & Sons, who since the sinking of that great vessel so many years ago, has never rested until his great invention was complete. His invention will now accomplish the task of lifting the vessel from its watery grave.

Later, I noticed on a queer shaped but in the heart of a dense forest, a stooped old man with long, shaggy hair. At the second glance I saw no other than our old schoolmate, Harold Parnham. He had left civilization years before to escape the cares of woman and devoted the rest of his life to the study of nature, having written many historical books, which are a surprise to the civilized world.

The next thing that attracted my attention was what seemed to be a little church in the frozen north and noticing a tall, lanky man who seemed to be preaching to a tribe of Eskimos, 1 thought the preacher looked very familiar and discovered it to be the great missionary, Donald McCutcheon, who a few years before had given his life in the converting of the Eskimos.

I changed by focus and to my surprise I was looking at the editor of the "Pretty Girls' Page" in the "Ladies' Home Journal." I saw seated upon a high stool a very stylish lady, whose hair was dressed in the very latest style, who was reading intently a letter. In a second I found out the lady reading was my schoolmate, Gertrude Davis.

Curious to know what the letter was I read :

"Dear Madame : My husband does not love me any more on account of my superfluous weight. Could you give me any authority on the subject?

"Thanking you for your trou-ble, Yours very sincerely,

"Nellie Davis."

Again my focus swung around and I found myself gazing upon a great group of buildings and over the structure the words, "The Young Ladies' Seminary." Upon inquiry I learned that two of my old classmates have been leaders in making this school what it now has the reputation of being, the finest girls' school in America. No other woman in the land is quite equal to the re¬nowned Frances Haas, who trains all young women in all that is best in physical culture and womanly athletics, and at the head of the school is Gladys Howard, who puts the same earnest effort into her teaching as president of the school as she did into her work in the old days at Hubbell.

Lastly, I turned again to Des Moines and again my machine focused on old Hubbell. A tall, athletic gentleman with silvery gray hair approached and the boys from all over the grounds ran to meet him, shouting to each other, "Mr. Wragg is com-ing," and I learn that Howard Wragg is now the superinten-dent of physical culture, and the boys and girls would rather take physical culture with him than even work arithmetic problems.

____ (word missing) two months of his vacation are spent upon his farm, where he invites the boys and girls to visit him and enjoy riding his splendid horses.

The next place I focused my machine was on a big sign where I noticed Professor Ros-wella Percival Armstrong, teacher in plain and fancy folk dances. I looked inside and saw him capering across the floor swinging his long legs in a graceful way. All the beautiful young ladies of the city are delighted to take lessons of him. And to some of the most bewitching of them he gives les-sons free of charge.

The next place on which I fo-cused my machine was Des Moines, where the republi-cans were holding their big presidential convention, and where a stiff fight was go¬ing on between Miss Pearl De Jarnette and Mr. Archie Ran¬dles. Miss De Jarnette claims to have enough delegates to nomin¬ate her, while Mr. Randles also claims to have enough to nomin¬ate him.

Many long, bitter arguments are taking place, and it seems as if there will be another split in the republican party as there was when Bryan was elected in 1912.

The next thing that attracted my attention was a fruit farm out in Oregon, where we learn that our former teacher, Miss Mary Heaton, had married years previous and now lives very hap-pily in a cozy cottage.

Frances Haas. Gladys Howard. Howard Wragg.

E, the class of 1912 of Hubbell school, of the city of Des Moines, county of Polk, and state of Iowa, being of sound mind and body, do make this our last testament, hereby revoking all former wills made by us at any previous time.We give, devise and bequeath all our property, real and personal, which we may own at the time of our graduation as follows : that is to say :

The class of 1912 does hereby bequeath to the class of 1913 their seats in the western part of the room ; also the large ref-erence library in the back of the room. Also to the said class of 1913, we do bequeath our books we have used until they have become worn by our hard work. Also to the said class of 1913, we bequeath the northwest blackboard, on which they may inscribe their names when they are sent out of class. Also to the said class of 1913, we be-queath the numerous ink spots around our desks that are not cleaned up. Also to the said class of 1913, we do beqeauth the fifty copies of "Famous Songs" and the sheet music which we may leave. We also bequeath to the said class of 1913 the yellow rags we use to clean the blackboard. Also to the said class of 1913, we do bequeath our chewed up ink corks so that they will be able to secure new ones next year.

The members of the class of

1912 do hereby bequeath their beloved personal property as follows :

Howard Wragg does hereby bequeath to Marie Wagoner his very high marks in spelling and grammar, so that she will be sure to pass next year.

Harold Parnham does hereby bequeath to Fern Miller his poetic mind, so that she will be kind enough to use it next year to the class' advantage.

Mary Holliday does hereby bequeath to Kenneth Mason her seat in the front of the room and hopes that he will have as pleasant surroundings as she has had this year.

Archie Randles does hereby bequeath to Hazel Kirkpatrick his pleasant nature when he is told that he may not pass.

Gladys Howard does hereby bequeath to Howard Penfield her sharky marks in all her studies and may he use them to good advantage.

Grace Gardner does hereby bequeath to Vernon Kepford her place as representative of the eighth grade in the final spelling contest and may he win out.

Clio Van Hyning does hereby bequeath to Grace Earhart his very loud voice so that the class may be able to understand her in recitation.

Donald Howard does hereby bequeath to Margaret Aldrich his talkative nature while he is in class.

Blanche Mendon does hereby bequeath to Clifford Nyren the

loud way in which she talks.

Raymond Elwell does hereby bequeath to Grace Clark his tal-ented mind and musical voice, but he hopes she will use it bet-ter next year than he has this year.

Donald McCutchen does here¬by bequeath to Ruth Hunter the extra time he gets for his exam¬inations that she may use to her advantage. Also to the said Ruth Hunter he does bequeath a few inches of his height.

Lester Pittsley does hereby be-queath to Sibyl Robertson his wonderful attendance record of the past year ; also his very musi-cal voice.

We hereby nominate our teachers, Miss Morton, Miss De Jarnette and Miss Heaton to be the executors of this our last will

and testament.

In witness thereof, we have to this, our last will and testa¬ment, consisting of six pages of paper, subscribed our class name this sixth day of June, 1912.

Class of 1912.

We hereby certify that on this sixth day of June, 1912, at Des Moines, in Polk county, Iowa, the class of 1912 of Hubbell school, to us personally known, did, in our presence, sign the foregoing instrument and de¬clare the same to be their last will and testament. And we, at their request and in their pres¬ence and in the presence of each other do hereunto subscribe our names as witnesses thereto.

Lindsey Coons,
Notary Public.
Attest: Rundel Morr.

Tune: "I'd Love to Live in Loveland With a Girl Like You"

I.

We have a story to tell you,
    A tale of accomplishments
      great.
We're going to West High and
      leave you
    To wrestle with problems of
      fate.
Long are the years we've been
      striving,
    Wending our way so slow ;
Though the time has been long
      now we sing you a song,
    As on to old W. H. we go.

Chorus :
We hate to leave our Hubbell
    with its walls so new,
Its rooms so fine and halls so
    trim with classmates ever
      true;
We'll take away our learning
    and our memories of true
      bliss,
But we'll love to go to W. H.
      from a school like this.

All has been lovely at Hubbell,
    And all has been done day by
      day;
Tests have been given us freely,
    And work has given place to our play.
Now W. H. looms in the distance
    With joys that we wish to ex-
      plore.

II.

Tune: "Put On Your Old Gray
Bonnett."

Hand in your books and papers,
Quit your pranks and capers ;
    We are leaving Hubbell with a
      sigh.
For we'll have to scramble with
    no chance to ramble, When we get to old W. H.

Grace Gardener.

Class Bell
H-U-BB-E-LL!
Listen to us, listen to us, listen
to us yell.
Dig and dell, dig and dell,
Hubbell, Hubbell, 1912!

The Hubbell Mothers' club entertained the eighth grade at a banquet Wednesday, June 5, 1912, at the Grant club. The tables were prettily decorated with roses. The following program was enjoyed after the banquet :

"Thanks to the Mothers' Club," Donald McCutchen.

"The Hubbell Football Team," Rundel Morr.

"What I Know About Making a Basketball Court," Gladys Howard.

"Education From a Parent's Standpoint," Dr. A. L. Haas.

"The Chippewa Club," Harold Parnham.

"The Trials of a Baseball Captain," Howard Wragg.

"Hubbell School," Mary Wright.

Cheers for the new county su-perintendent, led by Lindsey Coons.

"Young People's Chances," Mr. B. F. Williams.

"Reminiscences," Miss Brad-. ley.

Final, Miss Amelia Morton.

The class of 1912 fully appreciates the attention and interest shown by the Mothers' club during the past year and wishes to thank the club for the elegant banquet and the good time.

Honor Roll.

Perfect attendance for Hubbell school for the whole year and half year ; *indicates for the whole year.

FIRST GRADE.

Beatrice Johnson.*

SECOND GRADE.

Mable Johnson.*
Margaret White.*

THIRD AND FOURTH GRADES.

Lewis. Vinmont.*
Ruthven White.*
Helen White.*
Frank Fiala.
Fred Kellmen.

FIFTH AND SIXTH GRADES.

James Thompson.*
Esther Holloway

SEVENTH AND EIGHTH GRADES.

Clarence Flory.*
Jean Holloway.*
Nellie Davis.
Grace Gardner.*
Clifford Nyren."
Howard Penfield.
Gladys Howard.*

Today we take our leave of you,
And joys and sorrows blend.
And while we wish you happi-
ness,
We hope your ears you'll lend.
And listen to our jingles,
About our class so true.
And then we'll go to W. H.,
To be the Freshmen new.

Howard's going to pass, we
think.
Harold, too, if he doesn't fool.
But if they don't there'll be a link
Missing at West High school.

Gladys is going to pass, we're
sure.
And Frances if History is no
trouble.
But if they don't we'll feel quite
sure
There'll be two good girls left
at Hubbell.

Archie's sore when he doesn't
pass,
And has an awful face.
But if he doesn't start in at last,
He'll be in the same old place.

Our only little hero
Will also win some fame.
Now if you don't know whom I
mean,
Why Donald is his name.

Raymond ought not to leave this room.
(But the doors here have no locks.)
Until he gives us just one tune
Upon that music box.

Mary H. may pass this year,
And then go down to High.
But if not a seat by Rundel dear,

She'll sit right down and sigh.

Mickey's going to graduate,
And take his things and go.
And then when through with
high school,
Can vote for Zell G. Roe.

Now Lester to do some tinning,
Stayed out of school one day.
While Blanche told Miss De Jar-
nette
Why Lester stayed away.

Rundel's going to pass, we know.
If not, we know not why.
For his mother's been sending
notes to school
All year upon the sly.

We've had a helper in each sport.
He's been a handy man.
He always fills the empty space,
They call him Clio Van.

Nellie and Gertrude Davis,
We found out are not sisters.
But while other girls play bas-
ketball,
They're talking to some mis-
ters.

We have another boy named
James,
Who has been here just a
while.
He never stands in grammar,
And he always has a smile.

We still have Roswell Arm-
strong,
Who has fast become blase.
For when reciting grammar,
His last words faint away.

Now here is Mr. Allen—
I don't mean Allen Bane.

He always helps in baseball,
For he plays in every game.

Our Grace has had some cook-
ing
And Mary Wright has too.
But after a whole year cooking,
Neither one can make a stew.

We still have our runner, Lind-
sey,
Who has medals the he won.
I'll bet when down at high school
In four years he'll not win one.

Now Blanche will miss dear
Mary,
Who works her problem
every time.
For if working ten by herself
someday,
she'd only miss just nine.

We hope no one will be ashamed
Of the class that comes from
Hubbell.

In the Woods Near Hubbell

Athletics.

FOOTBALL TEAM.

L. E.-Lindsey Coons.
L. T.-Carrol Clark.
L. G.-Earl Clark. C.-Francis Dickinson.
R. T.-Robert White.
R. G.-Darwon Minic.
R. E.-Archie Randles.
L. H.-Donald McCutcheon. F. B.-Rundel Morr.
R. H.-Howard Wragg, Mgr. Q.-Harold Parnham, Capt.

BASKETBALL TEAM.

Guard-Gladys Howard, Mgr.
Center-Gertrude Davis.
Guard-Nellie Davis.
Forward-Mary Wright.
Forward-Frances Haas, Captain.
Mary Holliday and Blanche Mendon, Ref.

THE BASEBALL LINE-UP.

C.-Carrol Clark.
P.-Howard Wragg, Capt.
P.-Harold Parnham, Mgr.
S. S.-Archie Randles.
1st B.-Rundel Morr.
2d B.-Donald McCutcheon.
3d B.-Raymond Elwell.
C. F.-Clio Van Hyning.
L. F.-Theodore Allen.
R. F-Lindsey Coons.
Games played 11
Games won 10
Games lost 1
Average per cent .909

BASKETBALL TEAM.

Harold Parnham, forward.
Archie Randels, Mgr., forward.
Howard Wragg, guard.
Lindsey Coons, guard.
Donald McCutcheon, center, Asst. Mgr.
Rundel Moor, Capt., center.

Bells.

Hub of Des Moines! Hub of
Des Moines! Hubbell ! Hubbell!
Hubbell !
H-U-B-B-E-L-L what does
that spell? Hubbell ! Hubbell!
Hubbell !
Ding, dong, bell! Who does
well? Hubbell, Hubbell gives
them trouble!

Tune,: "What's the Matter
With Father?"
"What's the matter with Hub-
bell? She's all right. What's
the matter with _______ ?
She's a fright. Oh! Hubbell! Oh! Hubbell,
get in the game and beat old _____ to a
shame. Oh! What's the
matter with Hubbell? She's all right.

Jokes

Miss H.: "What is the feminine of Monk?"
D. Mc.: "Monkess."
______
“Hello! Is this the Capital office? Will you tell me the returns from the election in Ohio?”
Capital Office: “Ten to nine
in favor of Topeka.”
______
One day Billie went to church

for the first time. That evening his father asked, “How did
you enjoy church, Billie?”
“Bully,” he answered.
“What part did you like best?”
“Well—well, I liked the part
best when they passed the plate.”
“Why’s that?” asked the fath-
er, scratching his head.
“Because I got a dime.
much did you get?”

Des Moines Women's Club