Education: The Log, 1919: Juniata High School Yearbook: Blair Co, PA

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                                  Year Book

                              Juniata High School

                                 Published by

                               The Senior Class

                                   ~~ * ~~

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Mary Elizabeth Scherer
To whom this book is respectfully dedicated

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                                  THE FACULTY

P. E. Gettis, Science
M. B. Wineland, Superintendent
J. T. Ruhl, Principal
F. R. Pecht, Mathematics
R. H. Stewart, French and History
M. E. Scherer, English
S. E. White, Latin
C. M. Smith, Commercial

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                                The Senior Class

Motto: Yield Not to Difficulty             Class Flower: American Beauty Rose
                          Class Colors: Blue and White

                                   Officers

Carrol R. Fink, President                  Margaret Griffith, Secretary
A. Margaret Lees, Vice-President           Harold E. Reed, Treasurer

                             Annual Staff Personnel

William P. Knode, Associate Editor         Norman F. Lane, Editor in Chief

                               Department Editors

Pauline Brumbaugh, Social                  Fay Kinch, Will and Prophecy
William McKinney, Jokes                    Arintha Stone, History
Melvin Kauffman, Epitaphs                  Carolyn Cox, Poems
Elizabeth Erhard, Music                    Herman Larson, Business and 
Marietta Moore, Secretary                    Advertising Manager

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Carroll R. Fink
Anna Margaret Lees, "Margy"
Margaret P. Griffith, "Peg"
Harold Earl Reed, "Slim"

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Norman F. Lane, "Shady"
Elizabeth Erhard, "Betty"
William C. McKinney, "Bill"
William P. Knode, "Bill"
Herman G. Larson, "Count"
Carolyn Virginia Cox, "Caddy"

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Mildred M. Fink, "Tots"
Suzanne B. Hammon, "Sue"
Sara Margaret Hutchison, "Hutchy"
Alice Fay Kinch, "Fayesta Kink"
Gustave W. Kjellman, "Gus"
Mabel Ruth Krider

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Myrtle M. Miller, "Pats"
Marietta Moore, "Etz"
Beatrice M. Packer, "Beat"
Beatric M. Price, "Bea"
Clarissa M. Plubell, "Clair"
Hazel G. Shew, "Runt"

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Aileen Jane Stone, "Doll"
Laura Arintha Stone, "La"
Regina Stone, "Jean"
John E. Sanderson, "Deacon"
Mary B. Thompson, "Puz"
Carrie Mae Wolfinger, "Little Mae"

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E. Pauline Brumbaugh, "Snitz"
Melvin Lentz Kauffman
Jessie M. Wineland, "Hiram"
Evangeline Kocher, "Van"
Emily McCoy, "Em"
Charles Adam Zerbe, "Soup"

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                                 Class History 

     For the past four years, there has been banded together a company of the youth
of Juniata, known as the class of 1919.  As one individual we have struggled onward,
ever striving for the goal which we have so gloriously won.  Now, since we have
accomplished our aim it is without fear or favor we endeavor to place before you the
history of the Class of 1919.

                             Freshman Year, 1915-16

     In the year 1915, at the season when Mother nature was changing her fresh
summer garments for the more gaudy hues of fall, there appeared along the paths
which lead to our abode of knowledge an element which, contrary to the surrounding
conditions, was exceedingly fresh and green.  This element approached with slow and
timid steps, the towering mass of red brick.  Oh, how large were our feet, and where
should we put our hands?  How we tried to appear inconspicuous if a Senior passed
by!  With what startled looks did we regard the laughing Sophomores, as that elated
piece of humanity hurried to see it "pulled over" on the "poor unsuspecting
Freshie,"  On entering the building we wandered aimless about the hall, taking in
everything with open-eyed astonishment.
     We were assigned to classes, directed to our recitation rooms, and given text
books.  Thus began our High School career, a life replete with joys and sorrows, but
one with whose associations we will not willingly part.
     The first social affair of our Freshman year was a Hallowe'en party.  Unlike
the affairs of the former Freshmen Classes in the earlier stages of civilization,
ours was left undisturbed, and all voted it a very pleasing diversion.
     Days arrived with unerring regularity and passes [sic] swiftly on into
oblivion.  'Tis true we were the subjects of many jokes pulled off by the "upper
crust," and the worry of many teachers, but it is also true that we have not and
will not part with the recollections of those days.
     So when Nature again had blossomed forth and the Class picnic was over, we left
the source of knowledge, ready for vacation.  Some of us left with all our credits,
some minus our conduct credits, and the dreamers dreamed on.  But we all dreamed of
how we'd hurry back to fool the "Freshies."

                           Sophomore Year, 1916-17

     Early one October morning, in 1916, a certain group of people were awakened
with the announcement that vacation was over.  Yes, we were Sophomores, and we got
there on time.  We fooled the "Freshies" just as every Sophomore class had done
before us.  Then we settled down to study.
     During the year we renewed our acquaintance with our various friends, such as
Algebra, Caesar, English and so on.  We met one new one in which all took an
interest, Biology.
     By the careful guidance of Mr. Whiting we were analyzing flowers and wild
beasts and taming insects.  Needless to say, the beasts and insects enjoyed it - we,
also.
     In search of a superfluous store of knowledge, we hiked to the "Kettle."  After
several hours search thru swamp and wood, we arrived at Highland Park.  There in the
cool fragrance of the leafy trees, we proceeded to make merry by dancing, playing
games and by eating "Nabiscoes."  Although the dancing pavilion might have been
built for a dancing floor, it now assumed the appearance of a gravity road, and the
piano which played such an important part, looked as though Columbus had brought 

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it over here, when he discovered America.  It sounded as though it had never been
tuned since.  But with the splendid touch the pianist added to the music, the
dancers managed to get over the uneven floor like the waves of the ocean.  The
afternoon proved a most pleasant one, and will be remembered as one of the brightest
spots of our Sophomore year.
     An important social event of the year was a reception tendered our teacher Mr.
Gavey, on his resignation.  After an evening of games and dancing, the class and
their guests gathered in the banquet hall where a dainty repast was served.
     Thru the whole year the Sophomores worked hard, and their efforts bode fair to
eclipse all records.  Then as summer vacation came round again, the class picnic was
held at Lakemont Park.  We had finished two years of our course and went sailing on
with higher ambitions and aspirations.

                           Junior Year, 1917-18

     After three months of rest and pleasure in 1917 the class again returned.  A
great change had swept over them during the vacation, and from a bunch of backward
kids, they had developed into a sociable lot of young ladies and gentlemen.
     The first few days were spent in renewing old friendships, instructing the
Freshmen, and prompting the Sophomores.  But as the days wore on we concluded that
Chemistry class was a good place to recite, laugh and sleep; that the laboratory was
a relief to tired nerves, if not to tired feet, and also a perfectly safe place, as
long as you listed to "Phebe" once in a while; that Plane Geometry became less hazy
and more "plain" as we went along; that Virgil was delightful, and that American
Literature class was great as long as "Mary Elizabeth" ready poetry.
     We began to count up our credits, and heed the maxim, "never put off until
tomorrow what you can do today."
     Things progressed rather quietly until the latter part of October, when the
Juniors received an invitation from the Senior Class to a Hallowe'en party to be
held in Bellwood.  The main feature of the evening was dancing, although the "eats,"
(gingerbread and punch) were in no wise forgotten.
     A patriotic parade was held on November six, 1917, in which the 1918 Seniors
turned out in cap and gown.  We, the Juniors, represented the Red Cross division. 
Our class banner, "The Blue and White" which was carried in the parade, was
unfurled.  Several attempts on the part of the Seniors were made to secure the
banner.  Of course we resented this, and there ensued an exciting, though bloodless
"War of 1917." The Juniors held their stiff front, which the Seniors were unable to
penetrate and the colors were saved.
     Early in February the live spirits of the class began to get astir and as a
result on the Fourteenth of February, the girls of the class gave a Valentine dance
in the I.O.O.F. Hall, to the boys of the class, and friends.
     On the nights of April eighteenth and nineteenth, the class play entitled,
"Lost - A Chaperon" was staged in the Juniata Theatre.  The scene was laid in a
quiet, peaceful and beautiful camp on the lake shore.  The girls of the cast had a
great deal of artificial face scenery and other make-up that was truly
"magnoleous."  The leading boys of the cast were three fellows, rather wild and
dissipated looking who appeared as lumbermen.  Altogether considering all things in
their proper order, the thing was a great success financially, ecstatically,
dramatically, and egotistically.
     Lessons were not forgotten and it was with chattering teeth that some looked
forward to the final examinations.

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     On April twenty-second, Miss Gettig and Mr. Hammond took the class for a hike
up the Wopsy incline.
     Then last but not least, came the Junior picnic held at "Point View."  This
outing was delightfully successful and was well attended.

                            Senior Year, 1918-1919

     Again the colors of the foliage had changed, but no longer, were we green
looking objects as we approach the old J. H. S.  We were Seniors, dignified (?)
Seniors!  It does not require pretense to assume the airs with which we marched thru
the halls.  We were aware of our importance, but it took the faculty only a few days
to convince us of our responsibilities.  Then we set to work to fulfill their
expectations.
     The weather in the fall of '18 was fine.  Accordingly the class planned and
enjoyed a wiener roast at Gwin's station.  The wieners were fine, the place was
enchanting, the moon was beautiful, and the walk was miserable.  But, overcoming all
obstacles, the evening was turned into a huge success.
     Plans were then furthered for the Junior and Senior Masquerade party.  It was
held in the High School building.  Characters of all descriptions were present, the
faculty starring in roles of staid Puritan maids, and entrancing colonial dancers. 
Needless to say, the affair was enjoyed to the utmost extent.
     This social affair was followed by as masquerade dance in the Y.M.I. Hall given
by the Sophomores to the Seniors.  From eight o'clock on, the masqueraders,
representing every known class of society, arrived.  With the unmasking the affair
came to a climax.  After a fine program of dancing, at twelve the evening's
pleasures came to a close.
     Sometime later the Freshmen gave the Seniors a party in the High School
building, which every one enjoyed in the fullest sense of the word.
     In the midst of all this social flurry the Seniors did not forget to work and
with a grim determination they strove manfully to tighten their grasp on the coveted
diplomas.
     The Christmas vacation over, the Seniors returned to school, keyed to the
highest pitch of expectancy, for in a short time, they would organize and elect
their officers.  Finally, one morning Principal Ruhl announced that nominations were
in order for the different officers.  After much balloting, the officers were elected.
     In the twilight of March fourth, the boys of 1919 beautified the High School
building by placing the numerals "1919" on the roof with enamel.  The School Board
and faculty didn't seem to appreciate this skilled workmanship, which can hardly be
surpassed by the greatest artists of the day, and Principal Ruhl kindly asked the
boys to remove the numerals.  The boys willingly submitted to his order and had them
painted over.
     For some time after this, a spirit of unrest pervaded the student body until
some unknown person defaced the sidewalk of the High School with the numerals
"20."   The Board and faculty scared the lower class, and things of the sort have
not been attempted since then.
     Social festivities followed, "affair" after "affair" and "stunt" after "stunt"
till the close of Commencement week.
     The race is run, the goal is reached, the reward is waiting for the
conquerors.  Commencement week, with its round of pleasures and diversions dawns
happily for all.  The past is gone, often to be recalled, but never to be remade. 
As you look back over the past four years of a life full of joys and sorrows, 

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of trials and difficulties, one can say theirs was a "race well run."  What we did
in the past can no longer be held against us.  What we do in the future lies wholly
within ourselves.  The future with out-stretched arms before us, we pass together
bravely toward the coveted goal, into the waiting portals of progress.
     Let us hope that we will not be entirely forgotten, but will linger in the
memories of our Alma Mater, as we are certain we shall never forget the good old
J.H.S.  We have struggled and now realize that we have profited by our four years of
joyous companionship under the Blue and White.
     But, now, we leave its sheltering portals, departing into active life, fully
determined to "yield not unto Difficulty."

                          The Last Will and Testament
                             of the Class of 1919.

     We, the illustrious class of 1919, being of sound and disposing mind and memory
and realizing to the fullest extent the frailities of this earthly abode, do hereby
make and publish this, our last will and testament, in order, as justly as may be,
to distribute our interests in the world among our successors.
     We, the Senior Class of 1919, bestow upon the Class of 1920 our good name and
"pep."  We also will them our old class banner which they wanted so badly that they
climbed to the roof for it.
     To the Class of 1921 we will $25.00 (twenty-five dollars) to give a dance.
     To 1922 our sister class we will all our party decorations which will be found
somewhere in the basement book-room.
     Item: To Herbert Russel some of Slim Reed's surplus flesh.
     Item: To Dorothy Stone, Carolyn Cox's curly hair.
     Item: To Miriam Renninger, Sue Hammon's voice.
     Item: To the School Board a revised edition on dancing.
     Item: To the Class of 1920 the class of 1919's spirit for "doing things" 
and their pull with the school-board.
     Item: To anyone who wants them the Senior boys' "Katy" hats.
     Item: To Professors Wineland and Ruhl, the three yards of manuscript that was
given to each one of the Senior boys, so they won't have to go to the trouble of
having them reprinted next year.
     Item: To the School Board $50.00 in U.S. currency for the purpose of purchasing
high-chairs for the incoming Freshman Class.
     Item: To Burton Grove, the quiet little Freshman, who loves the Senior girls, a
big hug from each girl.
     Item: To Marguerite Bathgate or Beryl Earnest, Marietta Moore's seat in Chapel.
     In witness whereof, we, the Senior Class of 1919 do hereby set our hand and seal.
     
                                          A. FAY KINCH, '19

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Class Prophecy

     It was the year 1935.  I left my two old class-mates Mildred and Carolyn in
charge of our cozy little cottage along the Hudson and started on a long journey, I
knew not where.  Mildred was Mrs. Vanderbilt's private secretary, and Carolyn was
the greatest American poetess.
     I started for New York City.  On the train I sat beside a man who looked
familiar to me, but I thought it was only my imagination.  Then I noticed that the
ring on his little finger corresponded to mine.  Sure enough, it was my old
school-mate Bill Knode.  He said he had just come from Princeton University where he
had spent the week end with our old Class President, Carroll Fink, who was a the head
of the Science Department at the University.  He said Carroll had a string of degrees
to his name a mile long but was still an old bachelor.  I then asked him what he was
doing.  He said he and Bill McKinney were Architects with the same firm and were
building aviation stations at present.  He said he was still single but Bill
McKinney was married long ago.
     As I was walking up Broadway a large department store attracted my attention. 
At the front of the store in large gold letters I read, "Melvin L. Kauffman and
sons."  Could this store belong to my old class-mate Melvin?  I inquired and sure
enough it was Melvin's store.  Melvin always wanted a large family and by the way
the sign read he was succeeding.
     I thought I would go to the Hippodrome and see the two modern "Castles" that
were taking the civilized world by storm with their fancy dancing.  When the curtain
went up who do you suppose came whirling out on the stage?  Why Margey and Gus.  Now
I remembered.  Everything in New York was Kjellman.  There were Kjellman suits,
Kjellman shoes, Kjellman dinners, Kjellman neckties, Kjellman dress, Kjellman
perfumes and Kjellman was the name of the most popular song.  Everything was
Kjellman and no wonder; such perfect dancing I had never seen.  Margey was just as
winsome as she had been in the school days and Gus was the same old Gus.
     I had a little business to attend to so I went to a lawyer's office.  The
lawyer wasn't in but his private secretary was and I recognized her right away as
Ruth Krider.  I asked Ruth if she ever heard from any of the class.  She said she
heard from Clarissa quite often.  I then asked about Clarissa.  She said, "Don't you
remember?  Clarissa was married right after she graduated."  She also told me that
Clarissa had a family and was still living in Juniata.
     As I had to have some new dresses to take along on my journey, I inquired where
I should go and was directed to a little dress shop on Fifth Avenue.  When I entered
the shop a very Frenchy looking personage came up to me and asked if I wished to
look at some of her dresses.  Who do you suppose it was?  Why, Arintha Stone.  She
and Aileen had the most exclusive French shop in New York.  I looked at quite a
number of their dresses, but could only afford to buy one little blouse. Such a
gorgeous shop!  I asked the girls if they ever heard from their cousin Jean.  They
said Jean was married to an Ensign and was living at Palm Beach.
     The Greatest American pianist was to be in the city and play at the
Conservatory.  I was very much surprised to find that the artist was my old
class-mate Marietta Moore.  Etz had won fame, fortune, and a husband for herself.

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     I left New York and started for Chicago.  While I was reading the evening paper
on the train I was attracted by large headlines which read "All Automobile Speed
Records Broken by Speed King Jess Wineland."  He had made 160 miles an hour.  There
was also a picture of his wife and five children in the paper.
     In the same paper I also saw that Charles Zerbe had been made cartoonist for
the "New York Sun" and was also chief illustrator for the "American Magazine."
     While glancing over the marriage license record of one of my old home papers, I
noticed that a license had been granted to my old class-mate Beatrice Packer.  At
last Beatrice could use the cooking utensils she bought when she was a Senior.
     On my way to Chicago I stopped off at a girl's school and found the Dean of the
School to be no other than our pretty little class secretary, Margaret Griffith. 
Margaret did not have the rosy cheeks she had in the old school days and she had
rather a sad but always sweet look.  I found out from other teachers at the school
that Margaret had been disappointed in love and had never gotten over it.  I asked
Margaret if she ever heard from Beatrice Price.  She said she did, and that Beatrice
was living in New Jersey and was some noted Attorney's private secretary.
     When I landed in Chicago I found that the largest Chautauqua in the world was
there.  I went and of course noticed on the program "Mary Thompson - elocutionist,"
but I never once thought of it being my little brunette class-mate, but it was, just
the same.  Mary was a noted elocutionist.  After the performance I went back to her
dressing room and you can imagine how glad we were to see each other.  She said her
home was in Chicago, and that I just had to make her a little visit.  Outside a
large limousine was waiting for her and inside her husband.  Mary was married, Mary,
the man hater of our class was married!  She had married a wealthy Chicago jeweler
but she kept up her profession for her own amusement and was known by her maiden
name.  She said "Hutchy" came out to take charge of a Kindergarten but soon deserted
it for a husband and kindergarten of her own.
     I had some trouble with my baggage at Chicago.  I went to one of the baggage
offices to see about it and much to my surprise found Hazel Shew, who was an expert
typist.
     I bought a "Popular Science" magazine to read on the train as I continued my
journey west.  On the front page of the magazine was a picture of the most famous
Scientist of the day, "John Sanderson."  John always was a genius.  He went through
High School in three years.  He had invented many electrical devices which come
under the class of modern improvements.
     Something was wrong with the train.  There was a delay of some sort or other. 
The conductor came around and said it would be some time before we could go, and if
we wished we could get off the train and look around.  I got off and not far from
the train was a beautiful big white farm house.  I never was keen about farms but as
there wasn't anything else around I thought I would give it the once over.  At the
back of the house a very large woman dressed in the height of fashion was churning
butter.  I recognized her right away as being my old class-mate, Sue.  In the old
days Sue's greatest ambition was to have the very latest style clothes and marry a
farmer.  Her dream had come true.
     I soon found myself in sunny California.  While crossing one of the streets I
was slightly hit by an auto.  The driver happened to be no other than Dr. Harold
Earl Reed, our old class 

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treasurer.  Slim hadn't shrunk an inch.  When he told me he was a doctor I
remembered how he used to help the undertaker when he was in school and realized
that he was still helping him.  He said I must come with him and see his home.  So I
did.  Dr. Slim had a perfectly beautiful home and was married to a little blond
moving picture actress.  Dr. Slim said "you can't imagine who is going to sing at
the opera tonight?"  Naturally I could not.  "Do you remember Agony?" he asked.  I
did.  Pauline Brumbaugh had become one of the best Contralto singers in the
Country.  But there were still more surprises at the concert that Dr. Slim did not
know of.  Betty Erhard was shining as one of the highest soprano singers in the
world.
     Mae Wolfinger was also located in California.  She was Mary Pickford's private
secretary.
     After I had been to California I decided to go to China.  I was strolling
through one of those beautiful flower laden gardens when I heard music coming from a
nearby house.  I stepped up to one of the low windows and what a picture I beheld! 
There was Myrtle with a group of real live Chinese children all about her.  She was
teaching these children a little American song, and Oh, how those tiny doll children
were watching and loving her.
     My next stop was Italy.  In a large dreary ancient library whom should I meet
but Herman.  Herman was translating all the Latin manuscript he could get hold of
into the English language, and was thoroughly enjoying himself.
     I then went to France and there I met Emily and Evangeline.  They were both in
the same War Orphan Hospital making little hears happy.
     England was my last stop.  I had a guide take me around to the different places
of interest.  We stopped in front of a large white castle with extensive grounds and
shrubbery all about it.  "That is the Lane mansion."  The guide told me.  "The Lane
mansion?" I asked.  "Yes, Norman F. Lane, the wealthy "Gents Furnishing' supply
man."  Then I remembered that "Shady" had come over to England and started in
business.  "Is he married" I asked, "and does his wife have red cheeks?"  My guide
assured me that his wife was a very beautiful woman.  Shady never like the American
girls because he said they never had enough natural color in their cheeks.
     On my homeward voyage my thoughts went back to all my classmates.  How happy
they all were.  How they were scattered in all parts of the world, and what
prominent and helpful positions they all had.

                                       A. FAY KINCH, '19

[23] THE FRESHMEN

[24] THE SOPHOMORES

[25] THE JUNIORS

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Advertising Introduction

     We want the business men of Juniata and Altoona to know that the students of
the Juniata High School consider them "good sports."  In a period universally
conceded to be one of general business depression, they have invested in this
publication.  Seldom did our solicitors meet with refusal.
     Now can you, the readers of this book play your part as well as the
business-men?  We have told them that we will do everything possible to make the
closing part of the book attractive.  The day of complimentary advertising should
be, if it is not already, over.  Suppose you break over the traces of tradition and
read what we have to say in our advertisements.

JUNIATA

Aurich, Geo. M.
Bonner, J. E.
Brumbaugh, J. B.
Cox, E. C.
Canan-Knox
David, M. B.
Elder Lumber Co.
Gilberg, D. H.
Goss, H. R.
Malligan, J. T.
Mock, H. G.
M. & M. Store
McNeel, J. G.
Nowark, Paul
Peterman, L. S.
Prosser, A. H.
Shaffer, G. W.
Sorrick, A. C.
Star Bakery
Weakland, H. A.

ALTOONA

Alexander Shoe Store
Altoona Times
Brett, J.
Brooks & Co.
Bendheim's
Canty Fit-U
Cassanave, G.
Edgely's Garage
Goldschmid Bros.
Hedbert & Co.
Hoffman, W. E.
Kline Bros.
Leopold & Bigley
Mitchell & Schmitt
Mishler Theatre
McCartney, H. W.
Neal's Hat Shop
Orpheum Theatre
Olympic Theatre
Pheasant's Hat Shop
Simon's Shoe Store
Shaeffer's Studio
Strand Theatre
Sitnek Drug Company
Stiffler & Co.
Soyster & Co.
Winter & Co.
Whitman & Co.
Westfall's

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