OUR PRODIGALS IT HAS BEEN SAID that all great men of history have climbed to fame and success from a small beginning. So it has been with him. From the humble station in life pictured on the extreme left of the above to his present glorious position, in four short years, would be a wonderful accomplishment. He did it. Being by nature very modest and retiring he hesitates to enumer- ate his countless accomplishments, but as the record must be left to posterity, here goes. He won the class track meet single-handed, beat Davis in football, and was the mainstay of the rest of the teams. He is first, last and always, Weber's super-athlete, a modern Hercules, as it were. Reason for not win- ning the Olympic meet for the U. S.: herding sheep requires more skill, en- durance, etc. Naturally he chose the most difficult. His name? Not neces- sary. You all know him. Cast your orbs upon the center picture. Note the angelic expression of the face; the exquisite part in the lovely locks; the air of good breeding and culture. For the benefit of those who did not know him when he was good -it is Frank Robinson, one-time mother's pride and joy, and winner of the perfect baby contest. Ah, verily, how times have changed! No longer good, nor beautiful, nor a winner. As an orator, debater, public speaker, none was better, but fate and the biased judges conspired against him. 0 how he longs to be a baby again! Before I continue allow me to introduce the child on the left-Mr. R. Stanley Rhees, gentleman farmer, the pride of Pleasant Valley. To know him is to love him. To love him is the usual thing for, in all sincerity I ask: how can one help it? Dignified in bearing, fastidiously dressed, always courteous, he has become known as the perfect gentleman. All others seem uncouth and unpolished in his presence. His powers as a dramatist are superb. Broadway has long called for him. Taking it all in all, he really is a nice chap to know. The other boy in the picture? Just placed there to emphasize R. Stanley's attractiveness.