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CONTENTS
Soliloquy of a Small Boy...............-...0+5 ,
Which’ Shall It Be?..........2..-.+5
What Fools We Mortals Be?
The Race
A Lesson
Editorials .....
Alumni Notes.............+.++-
School: Notes: ..... cs: z
Society Notes..............
Exchanges .......... i
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Vol. VIII
OcroBER 1911 No. r
LITERARY DEPARTMENT
SOLILOQUY OF A SMALL
BOY.
When dad was jus’ a little boy,
He must have been so good,
I sometimes think he must have
been
Like a soldier made of wood.
And now when I’m out with the
boys,
An’ shout, an’ jump, an’ run,
Dad calls me in an’ lectures me,
An’ says, “that’s naughty, son.”
Now why can’t boys enjoy them-
selves,
Be as noisy as they can,
An’ fight with all the other boys,
Not be a “ mother’s man?”
An’ then we have to go to school,
That’s hard on a feller, too,
Where you have to learn your
lessons good,
Jus’ like all the girls do.
If I was a feller’s father,
T wonder what I'd do.
Let him slight school jus’ to have
some fun?
T'll leave the decision to you.
H. M. ’r2.
WHICH SHALL IT BE?
With a sigh of fatigue the wan-
derer threw himself down in the
shadow of the trees and gazed into
the distance. Mile after mile, over
hill and valley, the country road
lay hot and dusty beneath the piti-
less rays of the noon-day sun.
For mile after mile since early
morning he had followed that road,
knowing it would eventually lead
him to home, and rest and Mollie.
Yes, that was all he wanted now,
rest and Mollie; Mollie, his little
sister, his pet and pride in that far-
distant but never forgotten past;
Mollie who had believed in him and
loved him and clung to him when
all besides had regarded him with
eyes of cold suspicion. And yet, he
had not stolen that money, though
appearances had been against him,
and all his world save Mollie had
believed him guilty.
Somehow the trial of that lad
down yonder, the trial he had wit-
nessed only yesterday, brought back
vividly his own trial of so many
years ago. Again he stood in the
crowded court room facing judge
and jury, the dreadful word,
“guilty” ringing in his ears. Again
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he heard that startled cry of protest
which told him that Mollie’s faith
was still unshaken. Again he lis-
tened as in a dream, to a trembling,
husky voice pronouncing sentence
upon him. He dared not look up
into the kindly, pitying face, for
though this man had been his
father’s best friend, the vagrant
knew this old friend believed him
guilty.
The trial finally drew to a close.
He saw Mollie led out by the only
relative he and she had left in the
world. Her parting smile had
sunk deep into his memory to
remain with him all the days of his
life; that brave loving smile so full
of faith in him and hope for the
future.
Yes, history was certainly re-
peating itself, only this time he
was not the victim. Long ago,
though innocent, he had been
made to suffer for the guilty; now,
though guilty, he was to go free
and another to suffer in his place.
He was sorry for the lad; oh! yes,
he was sorry. The great appeal-
ing eyes of the boy haunted him.
He wished he had not gone to the
trial yesterday, for he could not
banish from his mind the despair-
ing, heart-broken look on the
young man’s face as his sentence
was pronounced, and his frail, hard-
working little mother was born
fainting from the court room.
It was hard on those two, of
course it was hard; but the term
of punishment was not a long one,
and the boy was young. Three
years could not matter much to a
lad of his age. If he himself were
well now he would go back and
face those three years. But that
was just where the trouble lay.
He was sick and worn and his one
hope was in Mollie.
It was a stifling day in midsum-
mer. Even on that shady hillside
the heat was almost intolerable.
What must it be down there in the
sun-baked prison yard, shut in by
the high brick walls he knew so
well. And that poor boy down
there, and that poor little mother!
Why should they persist in haunt-
ing him so? His feet were turned
in a new direction, and there must
be no looking back. He resolutely
closed his eyes, determined to think
only of Mollie and the happy
future to which he was travelling.
When he awoke he was tremb-
ling in every limb, great drops of
perspiration stood out upon his
forehead. He sat up and looked
around him. The sun was nearing
the horizon. He became aware of
a new sound which seemed to har-
monize with the sylvan stillness
rather than break in upon it. The
faint notes of an organ floated to
him on the evening breeze and
mingled with them, came the tones
of a woman’s voice, subdued by
distance, but sweet and tender and
strangely familiar.
Fascinated, he arose and moved
in the direction of the music, mak-
ing his way with difficulty through
the thicket of trees and bushes. He
was still in the clearing when the
music ceased. Out of the wayside
church appeared a woman walking
slowly. The wanderer started,
then hid deeper in the shadow of
the trees, for the woman was his
sister.
A little later he stood once more
in the country road gazing hun-
gerily at the hills. Beyond those
hills lay home—and Mollie. He
fancied he could see her, with
hands outstretched in loving wel-
come, her voice calling his name.
Then her figure was eradicated by
a vision of the boy down yonder,
the boy in prison stripes, looking
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out with despairing eyes through
the barred window of his narrow
cell. For a moment the man stood
there hesitating, then faced resol-
utely towards the east and com-
menced to retrace the weary miles
he had traveled that morning with
hope in his heart. The hope was
gone, but in its place was some-
thing better, a great, wonderful
content and peace.
The radiance gradually faded
from the sky, the twilight shadows
deepened into night, the stars came
peeping and twinkling one by one,
and still his tired feet pressed on-
ward. The moon rose gioriously
and looked calmly down upon the
solitary figure moving along the
country road. At the same moment
it looked hopefully down upona lad
in prison stripes, sitting in the nar-
row window of the prison cell and
upon a mother not far away.
A. G, ’12.
WHAT FOOLS WE MOR-
TALS BE.
The girl who checked the soiled
linen was the first to discover the
writing on the cuff. It was in a
hasty, sprawling, back-hand, yet
legible enough, and being in indeli-
ble ink though smudged somewhat,
it had not been obliterated in any
part as yet.
After she had read the writing,
she passed the cuff to the next girl,
and from her that article of attire
passed under review of every pair
of eyes in the laundry. The pro-
prietor coming into the room,
after the cuff had gone around, got
hold of it and read the writing on
it.
“Some broker’s cuff,” he said,
and carried the article into his
office. Here one of his office clerks
saw him make a note of the writ-
ing on the cuff. And when this fact
was circulated among the other
employes, they, too, thought well
to make a note of it. They would
be as wise as their employer and
perhaps would profit as greatly by
their knowledge. Such a tip as the
cuff offered did not fall to them
every day.
When the cuff, washed and dried,
came from the machine, it still bore
the writing that had caused such
excitement among the employes.
The girl whose duty it was to wrap
the laundry for delivery, gave a
last look at the writing on the cuff,
to make sure that she had read it
all right. Thank goodness, she
had, for only that noon she had
gone without her lunch, and hur-
rying down to the bank, had
drawn fifty dollars from her say-
ings, and invested it in ten shares
of Ajax Oil for the writing on the
cuff read: “Buy Ajax Oil—any
price under $50.—Lynn to bull it.”
Yes, the cuff read Ajax Oil,
and it was Ajax Oil she had
bought. She had paid five dollars
per share for it, and perhaps before
the week was out she could sell it
at fifty dollars per share. For
Lynn, the Oil King, was bulling it,
or so the cuff said, and Lynn had
spelled both fortune and ruin to
thousands many times during the
past year. Several other em-
ployees in the laundry were as
interested as this girl in Ajax Oil,
for they too had taken the tip and
had invested, but the proprietor of
the shop was more deeply inter--
ested than any of his help, as he
had bought heavily in Ajax.
There had been something per-
svasive about the writing on the
cuff. It was a kind of secret tip
from the inner circle, one of those
things that aren’t advertised, but
are kept closely guarded by the
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knowing, who make fortunes over
night on Wall Street.
He had looked up the name and
address of the party to whom the
cuff belonged, and found that gen-
tleman to be a certain Orville
Brown, living at a fashionable
apartment near Central Park. A
good man from whom to take a tip,
rich himself, and very likely know-
ing how to make others rich, should
he choose to tell. And the writing
on the cuff was telling, by accident.
When, however, a week after
purchasing a thousand shares of
Ajax Oil, the stock fell heavily
the proprietor of the laundry grew
nervous, then suspicious. Why
should a wealthy man, residing at a
fashionable apartment, have sent
out his linen to a public laundry?
And, how came a wealthy man to
be wearing detached cuffs?
Clearly there was something
deeper here than eccentricity, and
when Ajax ‘took another heavy
drop and the proprietor of the
laundry fund that he could not
sell his thousand shares for one-
tenth of the sum he had paid for
them, he made a few inquiries
about the city, among other laun-
dries, to learn that the gentleman
named Orville Brown must have
more arms than human as he had
on the same week left cuffs at
about every laundry in New York,
while on the left cuff of each pair
was written, in indelible ink, the
tip: “Buy Ajax Oil, any price
under $50. Lynn to bull it.”
The laundry man saw too late
that he had been led into a trap,
cunningly set and baited; and when
a month later, the broker Brown
got all his ill-gotten gains in Ajax
wiped out by a short in copper,
there was great rejoicing among
the several thousand laundry em-
ployers and employees, who had
been led into the unique trap of the
stock market tip on the cuff.
G, W. ’12
THE RACE.
There was great excitement in
the little mining town of Tuxedo.
A prospector had come down from
the mountains spreading the news
that gold had been found in large
quantities at a place up in the
mountains. Several years before
numerous cabins had been built
here and had later been deserted
as no gold had been found. The
gold was there, however, had they
mined deep enough and now it had
been rediscovered. Every one was
making a wild dash to reach the
place and stake out the most favor-
able claims. A regular stampede
had set out from Tuxedo where
most of the mines were already
giving out.
At Tuxedo was a man named
Philip Merritson. He had been a
teacher in a small eastern college
for a number of years, Il health
had caused his dismissal and he was
ordered west. Together with his
daughter Molly, he had wandered
from place to place through the
western states and had __ finally
reached the town of Tuxedo. He
was not a business man and_his
little pile of savings was now ex-
hausted. Just then came the news of
the new gold fields just found, and
filled with the hope of bettering his
fortunes he was going to join the
company of miners setting out.
But Fate had ordained otherwise.
A contagious fever had been raging
in Tuxedo a few weeks before and
now it attacked Philip Merritson
whose weak body was unable to
throw it off. He rapidly grew
worse and became delirious. In his
ravings he continually spoke of the
THE CRIMSON AND WHITE 7
pitiful condition of their fortunes
until Molly could stand it no
longer.
“Why cannot I go to the
mines?” she asked herself. With
Molly to think of a plan was to do
it and without waiting for sober,
second thought, she mingled with
the throng of miners who were just
starting.
The new mines were at length
reached. The Tuxedo people were
among the first arrivals and Molly
secured a claim near the place where
the gold had first been seen and
took possession of an abandoned
cabin there.
But the claims secured must be
filed at the government office at
Millton, a little town eight miles
down the mountain. Crowds were
now pouring in from places further
distant and Molly hesitated about
setting out again into the throng as
there were many desperate looking
men among the miners.
Just then two men stopped in
front of the cabin, glanced at Molly
and then one advanced toward her
and said, “Where’s your father
Missie?”
“He’s ill at Tuxedo,” replied
Molly.
A glance passed between the two,
then assuming a fiercer tone the
spokesman of the two said or rather
growled, “Then this claim ain’t
been registered and we're going to
have it, see?”
Molly drew back in fear, she had
heard of claim jumpers but had
never come in close contact with
any before.
“Tl stay and see to the claim
Pete,” volunteered the man who had
not yet spoken, “ and you hike down
to Millton.”
Then he turned to trembling
Molly and said, “ Now you get out,
or—” but Molly did not stay to hear
the alternative.
However, she had no intentions
of giving up so easily. She had no
friends to help her but she deter-
mined to beat the redoubtable
“Pete” to Millton. He had al-
ready started, but she had seen him
take the regular road. Over the
mountain was a trail to Millton,
overgrown in places, but still able
to be traversed. It was shorter
than the regular road, but harder
to travel. To go this way and to
go quickly was Mbolly’s only
chance.
She started at once. The trail
was at first unobstructed and
Molly was half running, half walk-
ing and swiftly covering the
distance between her and her goal.
Soon, however, the way became
rougher, A slide of slate like rock
had swept over the narrow path
and Molly had to go around it. She
crawled through the underbrush,
pushing aside the vines which
caught at her with a thousand
hands,
Her clothes were torn and her
hands scratched by brambles. Her
breath was coming in gasps. She
stumbled, and slid down a bank,
almost rolling into a deep stream
which ran black and slimy through
the dead leaves in the hollow.
Grasping a tree, she leaned against
it for a moment to recover her
breath. Then with a shudder she
plunged into the swollen stream,
waded to the other bank and again
started half running along the
trail.
Only a dim light filtered through
the dense foliage. The howl of a
wildcat came from above and the
soft pat, pat, of running feet could
be heard through the deep silence.
Glancing behind her, Molly saw a
tawny shape slinking along the
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trail a few yards off. Filled with
terror, her feet scarcely touched
the ground. Weariness was for-
gotten and with wildly beating
heart she sped on, on, how far she
did not know.
Just when she was despairing of
ever reaching Millton she saw its
lights—for it was now growing
dusk—gleaming in the valley be-
low. Hope now upheld her. She
reached the Main street of the
village and sank almost fainting on
the steps of the registry office.
She arose quickly, however,
stepped into the office and gave the
boundaries of her claims to the
agent who looked curiously at her
flushed face and disheveled appear-
ance. He was not used to having
young ladies bouncing into his
office and breathlessly urging him—
a government official—to hurry.
Stepping out of the registry she
saw a group of men, among whom
her eager eyes swiftly discerned the
form of Pete laughing and joking,
unmindful of any opposition to his
plans.
Thinking discretion the better
part of valor, now that she had what
she desired, Molly did not wait to
see him enter the registry.
A LESSON.
The old clock on the city hall
tower struck nine as Frank Eaton
closed the door of Judge Arnold’s
study and stepped out into the
dark rainy night. He buttoned
his coat collar closely around his
neck and pulled his cap well over
his eyes to ward off the sleet that
beat upon his face.
His head and heart ached as he
walked on thinking of the man
out of whose house he had just
gone. Gone, perhaps, to return
no more, for Judge Arnold was as
bitter an enemy as he was faithful
a friend.
His thoughts turned back to
the sunny afternoon in Septem-
ber, five years before, that he first
went to assist the Judge about his
office outside high school hours.
Days were not long enough
then for they were happy as were
also the nights spent together
before the glowing fires or on the
big spacious verandahs.
‘Then came the first break in the
happiness, the first mar upon
their friendship. A chill ran
through his form as he recalled
the morning he had found the
case in the office and concealed it.
Why had he deceived the Judge?
What could have induced him to?
He did not deserve forgiveness
then, but this time it was dif-
ferent. Well might the Judge be
suspicious of him, for this money
had certainly disappeared myster-
iously. And then to be turned
away by the man whom he hon-
ored and loved. It seemed intol-
erable,
He turned down a side street
and walked on till he came to an
old-fashioned house. Taking a
key from his pocket he opened the
door and crept softly to his room.
Locking the door he threw him-
self on the bed and like a child
whose heart was broken over the
loss of some valuable toy he
sobbed himself into a troubled
slumber.
Hours wore into days and days
into weeks, but no word from
Judge Arnold. He must do some-
thing to shape a future for him-
self, for little had he realized be-
fore the importance of developing
his own resources.
Three years and two months of
the last college year passed. It
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was the night before Thanks-
giving and Frank sat alone in his
room, thinking of the boys who
had departed for their Thanks-
giving dinners. His thoughts
went back over his three stren-
uous years. Not one single word
or line from the Judge had he re-
ceived. Somehow his past seemed
like a dream.
Extinguishing the light he
raised the window shade and
stood for some minutes in the
silvery moonlight. A light knock
on the .door caused him to start,
and with a loud, “Come, in,” he
turned to greet his caller.
The door opened slowly; he
could scarcely believe his senses
for there before him stood Judge
Arnold, In his hand was a slip
of paper which he held out to-
ward Frank saying with a voice
that trembled, “ At seven o'clock
to-night I received this.”
Taking the paper Frank read
the sprawling lines; “ Judge
Arnold, it was I who took the
money, I knew you would ac-
cuse Frank Eaton. I envied his
prosperity and your love for him.
I thought it would help me, but
no indeed.
Ray Beaty.”
His hands opened and the paper
fluttered to the floor; as he took
a step toward the Judge, his foot
covered up the blot upon his
happiness and his hand clasped
that of the Judge.
M. C. ‘12
Howe’er it be, it seems to me
’Tis only noble to be good ;
Kind hearts are more coronets,
And simple faith than Norman
blood. —Tennyson.
Wuy Nor?
The verse you write
You say is written
All rules despite
But not despitten.
The gas you light
Is never litten.
The things you drank
Were doubtless drunk.
The boy you spank
Is never spunk.
A friend you thank
But never thunk.
Suppose you speak,
Then you have spoken;
But if you sneak
You have not snoken.
The shoes that squeak
Have never squoken.
A dog will bite,
Likewise has bitten
With all his might
But not his mitten
You fly your kite
But not your kitten.
A young Japanese, with the
national love of cleanliness, came to
London to study. As he was a
stranger in the city he had to select
his own lodgings.
His first choice was not happy;
the hall especially was very dirty.
This the new comer did not like,
but decided to say nothing then.
One rainy day the maid-servant
put up this notice: “ Please wipe
you feet.”
Seizing his opportunity the Jap-
anese student wrote underneath:
“On going out.”
Every one can master a grief but
he that has it—Shakespeare.
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During this first term of the
year we should all strive to do
our best. After the long vacation
everyone ought to be ready to
begin work—to try to better our
last year’s standard if we are old
students, to place our standard as
high as possible if we are new. If
the year is begun well there will
be no worry when examinations
come at the end, but if it is not—
well, perhaps the old students
know what happens.
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tributing to its departments.
School spirit is no where shown
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to note that Normal does not lack
that spirit. We appreciate your
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tends its heartiest welcome to all
students entering “old Normal”
for the first time. We hope that
they will succeed in their school
life and will add honor to the
name of their Alma Mater,
ALUMNI NOTES.
Howard Weaver is attending
Pratt Institute.
Mary Gauger of the class 1910
is among those who are taking
the nurse’s training course at the
Albany City Hospital.
Edward O’Connell of the class
of 1907 is attending the Albany
Law School.
Joseph Broderick is in the class
of 1912 at the Rensselaer Poly-
tecnic.
Warren Vosburg is a sopho-
more at Union.
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John Delaney has entered the
Albany Law School.
Among those entering the Nor-
mal College this year are the
Misses Pearl Shafer, Geraldine
Murray, Clara Anthony, Edith
Herber, and Mr. Joseph Mulcahy.
Florence Van Vranken is teach-
ing school at Rockland Lake, New
York.
Catherine Warner has also
taken up duties as teacher.
William Gazeley has entered
Holy Cross, Worcester, Mass.
Israel Cohen has entered Cor-
nell where he is studying agri-
culture.
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SCHOOL NOTES.
We welcome the large class of
Freshmen to our midst and we
hope that they will show their ap-
preciation of our school by sub-
scribing to the Crimson and White.
The following have entered the
Sophomore class this year: Dor-
othy Dearstyne, Eleanor and
Ruth Carey, Marion Hawley,
Orville Hayford and James Kelly.
Edith Dolan has left the class.
Mildred Weeks, Elenora Salis-
bury, Eleanor Senecal and John
Ellis have joined the Junior class.
We regret to say that Ruth
Rogers, Helen Evison and Ethel
Greene have moved away.
Margaret Carrolan, Jasper
Meyers, William Walsh and Har-
old Wentworth have entered the
Senior class.
A meeting of the Senior class
was held Friday September 28th,
to decide about class pins and
class colors. Those named on the
pin committee were, Miss Lan-
sing, Miss Tedford, Mr. Goewey
and Mr. Wentworth. Those on
the committee to decide the colors
were Miss Merchant, Miss Moat,
Mr. Hane and Mr. Meyers.
SOCIETY NOTES.
Zeta Sigma.
We are trying to make this the
most successful year we have
ever had in the society’s history.
With this in mind our meetings
have been full of spirit and all the
members have shown their inter-
est by their attendance and co-
operation.
The first regular meeting was
held September 26th and nomin-
ations were made for Junior Edi-
tor and Corresponding Secretary
as Miss Greene and Miss Evison
have left the city.
On Tuesday October 6, Miss
Jeffrey was elected Correspond-
ing Secretary and Miss Baker
Editor. The program was very
interesting and was very much
enjoyed by all the members.
Theta Nu.
Theta Nu has started the sea-
son in fine style, and bids fair to
surpass previous years in its
work,
Many new members have been
added to our society, among them
are the following: H. Gibson
Wentworth, William Walsh, Jasper
Meyers, George Van Ostrand,
Edwin Belnap, F. Urguhart
Wilcox, and Alwin Neef.
The members are planning to
have the annual straw-ride about
the last of October.
Many of the alumni have at-
tended the meetings among them
Joseph Cody and Thomas Farnan.
Adelphoi.
(ey)
The Adelphoi Fraternity met
for the first time this year on Sep-
tember twenty-second. The lit-
erary programme has been very
beneficial to the members. At a
10 THE CRIMSON AND WHITE
THE
CRIMSON and WHITE
Entered as Second Class Matter, April 1, 1910,
at Albany, N. Y. Post Office.
Vol, VIII Aunany, N. ¥. Ocronsr, rorr No. 1
Published Every Two Months during the School
Year by the Students of the N. H. S.
‘TERMS OF SUBSCRIPTION
‘One year (5 copies) payable in oii $0.60
Single copies, = - = = AS
BOARD OF EDITORS
Epiror-tN-CHier
KATHARINE GoLpRING, ‘12
Gproling F. Lansing, "12 = = {Literary
Marian Domary,'13) = = =‘ Eiditors
Ethel T. Moat, '12 + School Editor
Florence Gale, ‘13 Alumni Editor
Loretta Reilley.'13 - c Exchange Editor
W. Irving Goewey, '12 - * { dptisese
Edward Brandow, ‘13 = Managers
§.Newton Bacon, "12 - = {Advertisie
John Butler, 'l¢ : gents
During this first term of the
year we should all strive to do
our best. After the long vacation
everyone ought to be ready to
begin work—to try to better our
last year’s standard if we are old
students, to place our standard as
high as possible if we are new. If
the year is begun well there will
be no worry when examinations
come at the end, but if it is not—
well, perhaps the old students
know what happens.
* * *
We wish to thank those of the
students who have shown interest
in the Crimson and White both
by subscribing to it and by con-
tributing to its departments.
School spirit is no where shown
so well as in the support given to
the school paper and it is pleasing
to note that Normal does not lack
that spirit. We appreciate your
good-will and in return will strive
to make the paper worthy of your
assistance.
* * *
The Crimson and White ex-
tends its heartiest welcome to all
students entering “old Normal”
for the first time. We hope that
they will succeed in their school
life and will add honor to the
name of their Alma Mater.
ALUMNI NOTES.
Howard Weaver is attending
Pratt Institute.
Mary Gauger of the class 1910
is among those who are taking
the nurse’s training course at the
Albany City Hospital.
Edward O’Connell of the class
of 1907 is attending the Albany
Law School.
Joseph Broderick is in the class
of 1912 at the Rensselaer Poly-
tecnic.
Warren Vosburg is a sopho-
more at Union.
IQII
John Delaney has entered the
Albany Law School.
Among those entering the Nor-
mal College this year are the
Misses Pearl Shafer, Geraldine
Murray, Clara Anthony, Edith
Herber, and Mr. Joseph Mulcahy.
Florence Van Vranken is teach-
ing school at Rockland Lake, New
York.
Catherine Warner has also
taken up duties as teacher.
William Gazeley has entered
Holy Cross, Worcester, Mass.
Israel Cohen has entered Cor-
nell where he is studying agri-
culture.
THE CRIMSON AND WHITE 11
SCHOOL NOTES.
We welcome the large class of
Freshmen to our midst and we
hope that they will show their ap-
preciation of our school by sub-
scribing to the Crimson and White.
The following have entered the
Sophomore class this year: Dor-
othy Dearstyne, Eleanor and
Ruth Carey, Marion Hawley,
Orville Hayford and James Kelly.
Edith Dolan has left the class.
Mildred Weeks, Elenora Salis-
bury, Eleanor Senecal and John
Ellis have joined the Junior class.
We regret to say that Ruth
Rogers, Helen Evison and Ethel
Greene have moved away.
Margaret Carrolan, Jasper
Meyers, William Walsh and Har-
old Wentworth have entered the
Senior class.
A meeting of the Senior class
was held Friday September 28th,
to decide about class pins and
class colors. Those named on the
pin committee were, Miss Lan-
sing, Miss Tedford, Mr. Goewey
and Mr, Wentworth. Those on
the committee to decide the colors
were Miss Merchant, Miss Moat,
Mr. Hane and Mr. Meyers.
SOCIETY NOTES.
Zeta Sigma.
We are trying to make this the
most successful year we have
ever had in the society’s history.
With this in mind our meetings
have been full of spirit and all the
members have shown their inter-
est by their attendance and co-
operation.
The first regular meeting was
held September 26th and nomin-
ations were made for Junior Edi-
tor and Corresponding Secretary
as Miss Greene and Miss Evison
have left the city.
On Tuesday October 6, Miss
Jeffrey was elected Correspond-
ing Secretary and Miss Baker
Editor. The program was very
interesting and was very much
enjoyed by all the members.
Theta Nu.
Theta Nu has started the sea-
son in fine style, and bids fair to
surpass previous years in its
work,
Many new members have been
added to our society, among them
are the following: HH. Gibson
Wentworth, William Walsh, Jasper
Meyers, George Van Ostrand,
Edwin Belnap, F. Urguhart
Wilcox, and Alwin Neef.
The members are planning to
have the annual straw-ride about
the last of October.
Many of the alumni have at-
tended the meetings among them
Joseph Cody and Thomas Farnan.
Adelphoi.
The Adelphoi Fraternity met
for the first time this year on Sep-
tember twenty-second. The lit-
erary programme has been very
beneficial to the members. At a
12 THE CRIMSON AND WHITE
recent election the following offi-
cers were chosen:
President, Alwyne George;
Vice-President, Newton Bacon;
Secretary, Richard Kirk; Treas-
urer Nelson Covey; Chaplain,
Edward McDowell; Seargent-at-
Arms, Chester Long; Master-of-
Ceremonies, Gordon Scott.
On October sixth Messrs Good-
win, Raynsford and Hayford were
initiated and admitted into the
Fraternity as members.
As we have fallen victims to this
department, we have the pleasure
of welcoming this year’s exchanges
and wishing them a successful year.
The papers submitted to our con-
sideration thus far have been the
commencement numbers. These in
our opinion, should be the best of
the year. On the contrary, they are
not. The majority allow the senior
class to monopolize their columns.
Of course, June is the senior’s
month, and they should have a
large share in the June issues, but
not at the expense of the other
departments.
This applies to the High School
Recorder (Winchester, Mass.)
The Lilliputian (Canton, N. Y.)
—The arrangement of your paper
is untidy. A more compact ar-
rangement of your department and
the addition of a department for
those notes scattered about your
paper would be a decided improve-
ment,
The Opinion (Peoria, Ill.)—We
admire the evident loyalty which
exists between your school and its
alumni. We would suggest that
you criticize your exchanges in ad-
dition to printing the list of papers.
The Russ (San Diego)—* Child-
ren like pictures, you know,” you
told us when we published one pic-
ture in our paper. There were
enough in your June issue to amuse
a kindergarten. You might have
printed a few in the other numbers
and the effect on this particular one
would have been less bewildering.
We thank your exchange editor
for her frank criticisms on ex-
change departments. They have
given us, the new editors an idea of
what is expected of us.
The Vexillum, (Boston, Mass.) is
the best paper we have received.
Your paper is excellent from your
cover design to the jokes.
THE CRIMSON AND WHITE
13
“The Anvil Chorus.”
Mr. Todd — “x-+2 y —z— no
x—2y+z—nox—2y—z—
no —”
Mr. Sayles—* Mr. Todd, hurry
up! You are worse than a
woman !”
If anyone wants a bean, apply
to the young lady who occupies
the third seat in the third row
from the window, Study Hall 3or.
She has several which she will
sell at reduced rates.
Question—If the junior class
died who would be the first to
enter Heaven?
Answer—Hazel
Gny Furgeson.
Fairlee and
“ Discretion is the better part of
valor” is the motto of the Fresh-
man class, judging from their
answers to solicitors for the Crim-
son and White. Example—
“Subscribe? Well —TI’ll think
about it and ask and if I decide to
and if the rest do why I'll bring
the money.” (hasty exit.)
Miss Clement—“ Can anyone
give me a complete sentence with-
out a verb?”
Bright Freshie—“Thirty days!”
“Now to my charms,
And to my wily trains.’
Smart Senior—
“ Now to my charms,
And to my Willie.”
Heard in History Class—
“Charles V. was unable to at-
tend the council on account of
internal troubles.’
Miss Le Compte—(In Senior
French) “ Where shall I place the
grave accent?”
Mr. Goewey—“ In the grave-
yard.”
“Some adjectives,” said Miss
Clement, “are made from nouns
such as dangerous, meaning full
of danger; and hazardous, full of
hazard. Can anyone give me an-~
other example?”
“Yes,’ replied Miss Gauger,
“pious, full of pie.”
Helen M.—What keeps the
moon in place and prevents it
from falling?”
Harriet T—* The beams.”
14 THE CRIMSON AND WHITE
Miss Jacobs—‘“ Mr. Butler,
what was there about George
Washington which distinguished
him from all other famous Amer-
icans?”
Mr. Butler—“ He didn’t lie.”
Doctor—“I don’t like your
heart action. You have had
some trouble with augina pec-
toris.’
Mr. Wentworth—“ You’re part-
ly right, Doctor, only that isn’t
her name.”
Clerk in Music Store—‘ We
have a beautiful setting of Men-
delssohn’s ‘ Spring Song Without
Words’ for two dollars.”
Miss Lansing—‘ How much is
it with the words?”
Margaret H.—‘ This medical
journal says that a dentist’s fing-
ers carry disease germs.”
Eugene M.—‘ Then boil the
dentist.”
Mr. Minkler wanted an empty
bottle to mix a solution in chem-
istry and went to a chemist to
purchase one, Selecting one that
answered his purpose he asked
the shopman how much it would
cost.
“Well,” was the reply, “if you
want the empty bottle it will be
a penny, but if you want anything
in it you can have it for nothing.”
“ Sure, that’s fair,’ said Robert,
“put in a cork.”
Alberta (to tramp)—‘ No; I
tell you I object to giving money
at the door.”
Tramp—* Well, perhaps you'll
hand it out the window, I’m not
pertikler.”
There is a girl named Alice G.
Who tried to enter chemistry
And there she made a desperate
search,
To catch a laddie named Went-
worth.
Theres a girl named Ethel Moat,
Who took boys as an awful joke,
Until one day, there chanced to
stray,
A little Hare along the way.
There is a girl named Corabel,
Who ran for a car, one day and
fell.
She jumped up feeling like a fool,
And, what do you think, was late
for school.
Jennie Dodds (excitedly) —
“Why do you know I got a pearl
out of an oyster the other day!’
Alice Gazely (scornfully) —
“Peuh, that’s nothing I got a
diamond out of a lobster the other
evening.”
First Junior Boy—* How in the
world does Miss Veite keep that
big hat on, on such a windy day?”
Second Junior Boy—* Vacuum
pressure, I guess.”
The cows are in the pasture.
The sheep are in the grass.
But all the little goosies
Are in the Freshman class.
Salvation Lassie (whose laddie is
on top of the bus)—‘ You'll get
my fare above.”
Conductor—* Sorry, miss, but
can I wait until I get there?”—
Ex.
“Mary,” said the sick man, when
the doctor pronounced the case
smallpox, “if any of my creditors
call tell them that I am in a con-
dition to give them something.”—
Ex.
THE CRIMSON
Mrs. J—* Mrs. Smith, we shall
be neighbors. I’ve bought a house
near you with a water frontage.”
Mrs. S.—“ So glad! I hope you
will drop in some time!”—Ex.
Marx Twarn’s Lerrer to Mr.
CARNEGIE.
“My Dear Mr. Carnegie :—I see
by the papers that you are very
prosperous. I want to get a hymn
book. It costs six shillings. I will
bless you, Heaven will bless you
and it will do much good.
“P.S.—Don’t send me the hymn
book; send me the 6 shillings.”
A school teacher having
structed a pupil to purchase a
grammar, the next day received a
note thus worded, from the child’s
mother:
“T do not desire for Lulu shall
ingage in grammar, as I prefer
ingage in youseful studies and can
learn her how to spoke and write
properly myself. I have went thru
two grammars and I can’t say as
they did me no good, I prefer her
ingage in german and drawing and
vocal music on the piano.”—E-x.
in-
Mrs. Flint always demanded in-
stant and unquestioning obedience
from her children. One afternoon
a storm came up and she sent her
son John to close the trap door
leading to the roof.
“But, mother—” said John,
“John, I told you to shut the
trap door.”
“Yes, but mother—”
“John, shut the trap door.”
“ All right, mother, if you say so,
but—”
“John!”
John slowly climbed the stairs
and shut the trap-door. The storm
howled and raged. Two hours
later the family gathered for tea.
When the meal was half over Aunt
AND WHITE 15
Mary had not appeared, and Mrs.
Flint started an investigation. She
did not have to ask many questions ;
John answered the first one:
“Please, mother, she is up on the
roof.”
“What do you mean by keeping
me standing on the corner like an
idiot?” demanded an angry hus-
band, whose wife had kept him
waiting to go shopping with her.
“ Now, really, dear,” she replied
sweetly, “I can’t help the way you
stand.”
Spinster Jane was being con-
doled with because she had no hus-
band.
“Save your pity,” she said in-
dependently. “I have a dog that
growls, a parrot that swears, a
lamp that smokes, and a cat that
stays out nights. Now why should
I get married?”
The bill poster is responsible for
a startling announcement on a
street-corner fence. By accident or
design a theatrical play bill was
placed immediately above a placard
issued by the Workingmen’s
Institute. The following is the
result:
Sins of Society
Evening Classes for Beginners.
A benevolent person watched a
workman laboriously windlassing
rock from a shaft while a broiling
sun was beating down on his bared
head.
“My dear man,” observed the
onlooker, “are you not afraid that
your brain will be affected in the
hot sun?”
The laborer contemplated him
for a moment and then replied:
“Do you think a man with any
brains would be working at this
kind of a job?”
16 THE CRIMSON AND WHITE
“Do you know where Johnny
Locke lives, my little boy?” asked
a gentle-voiced old lady.
“He ain’t home, but if you give
me a penny I'll find him for you
right off,” replied the lad.
“All right, you’re a nice little
boy. Now where is he?”
“Tanks—I’m him.”
“Who can tell me,” asked the
Sunday-school teacher, ‘ what be-
came of the swine that had the evil
spirits cast into them?”
Little Johnny, who reads the
papers, raised his hand:
“Please, ma’am, they wus all
made into deviled ham.”
Oliver Herford once entered a
doubtful looking restaurant in a
small New York town and ordered
a lamb-chop. After a long delay
the waiter returned, bearing a plate
on which reposed a dab of mashed
potatoes and a much overdone chop
of microscopical proportions with a
remarkably long and slender rib
attached. This the waiter set down
before him and then hurried away.
“See here,” called Herford, “I
ordered a chop.”
“Yes sir,” replied the man,
“there it is.”
“Ah, so it is,” replied Herford,
peering at it closely. “I thought it
was a crack in the plate.”
A private, anxious to secure a
leave of absence, sought his captain
with a most convincing tale about a
sick wife breaking her heart for his
presence. The officer, familiar with
the soldier's ways, replied :
“T am afraid you are not telling
the truth. I have just received a
letter from your wife urging me not
to let you come home because you
get drunk, break the furniture, and
mistreat her shamefully.”
The private saluted and started
to leave the room. He paused at
the door, asking: “Sor, may I
spake to you, not as an officer, but
as mon to mon?”
“Yes; what is it?”
Well, sor, what I am after
sayin’ is this—” approaching the
captain and lowering his voice:
“You and I are two of the most
illigant liars the Lord ever made.
I’m not married at all.”
A little girl in Cleveland was
playing with her trinkets on the
parlor floor while an older sister
was drumming with much persist-
ency on the piano.
“Play louder, Eloria,” spoke up
the child.
The girl at the keys felt flattered
and, with an elated smile, asked:
“So you like to hear me play, do
you darling?”
“No, I don’t,” came the unex-
pected and emphatic reply. “T
wanted you to play louder so papa
would tell you to stop.”
Mrs, M.’s patience was much
tried by a servant who had a habit
of standing around with her mouth
open. One day, as the maid waited
upon table, her mouth open as
usual, and her mistress giving her
a severe look, said:
“Mary, your mouth is open.”
“Yessum,” replied Mary, “I
opened it.”
“Miss Edith,” asked a young
man, “ may I ask you, please, not
to call me Mr. Durand?”
“But,” said Miss Edith, with
great coyness, “ our acquaintance
is so short, you know. Why
should I not call you that?”
“Well,” said the young man,
“chiefly because my name is
Dupont.”
THE CRIMSON AND WHITE 17
A grocer was guilty of some
rather sharp practice on a cus-
tomer, and the later stamped out
of the store, roaring:
“Youre a swindler, and I'll
never enter your doors again.”
Next day, though, he came back
and bought five pounds of sugar.
“Dear me,” said the grocer
smiling in a forgiving way, “T
thought you were never going to
enter my doors again.’
“Well, I didn’t mean to,” said
the customer, “but yours is the
only shop in the place where I can
get what I want. I am going to
pot some bulbs and I need sand.”
While a small boy was fishing
one Sunday morning he accident-
ly lost his foot hold and tumbled
into the creek. As an old man on
the bank was helping him out he
said:
“How did you come to fall in
the river, my little man?’
“T didn’t come to fall in the
river, I came to fish,” replied the
boy.
“No, Willie,” said his mother,
“No more candy to-night. Dont
you know you can’t sleep on a full
stomach?”
“That’s all right mama,” said
Willie, “I can sleep on my back,
can’t 1?”
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A truly eloquent parson had
been preaching for an hour or so
on the mortality of the soul.
“T looked at the mountains,”
he declaimed, “ and could not help
thinking: ‘Beautiful as you are
you will be destroyed, while my
soul will not.’ I gazed upon the
ocean and cried: ‘Mighty as you
are you will eventually dry up,
but not I!’
A wife once complained to a
clergyman of her husband’s un-
satisfactory conduct, when he
said to her: “You should heap
coals of fire on his head.”
To which she replied:
18 THE CRIMSON AND WHITE
“Well, I will. But I tried boil-
ing water once, and that did no
good.” .
Tne Wir or Our ConTEMPoR-
ARIES,
Latin teacher translating—* Tell
me, thou slave, where is my
horse?”
Student—‘ In my pocket, but I’m
not using it.”—Es,
Professor (to student declining
hic in the singular)—‘ When you
say the genitive don’t repeat the
forms three times, say huius
throughout.”
Student (greatly rattled)—* Hic,
haec, hoc, huius, huius, hu—no I
mean hu-er-hu-hoorah, three out!”
Amid the laughter which followed
a voice from the corner calls out,
“Slide, Kelly, slide!”"—Ex.
Manager—“ What’s the leading
lady in such a tantrum about?”
Press Agent—‘ She only got
nine bouquets over the footlights
to-night.”
M.—“Great Scott! Isn’t that
enough?”
P. A—“Nope—she paid for
ten.”—Ex,
QUOTATIONS
A man of integrity will never
listen to any reason against his
conscience. —Home.
Hasty counsels are generally fol-
lowed by repentance. —Laberins,
Cultivation is as necessary to the
mind as food to the body.—Cicero.
It is but poor eloquence which
only shows that the orator can talk.
—Sir Joshua Reynolds.
True eloquence consists in saying
all that should be, not all could be
said—La Rochefoucauld.
He who envies another admits
his own inferiority—From the
Latin,
Errors like straws upon the surface
flow:
He who would search for pearls
must dive below. —Dryden.
People seldom improve, when
they have no other model but them-
selves to copy.—Goldsmith,
None but a fool is always right.
—Hare.
Who overcomes by force,
Hath overcome but half his foe.
—Milton.
A friend to everybody is a friend
to nobody.—Spanish proverb.
Good-humor is the health of the
soul; sadness its poison.—Stanis-
laus.
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