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THE CRIMSON AND WHITE
Vol. XIX NOVEMBER, 1922 No. |
YESTERDAY
ALUMNI NOTES
Where the Class of ’22 is this year:
Edward Albert—Colgate University.
Ruth Birdseye—at home.
Meredith Clapper—Russell Sage.
Nelson Coley—Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute.
Dewitt Christie—State College for Teachers.
William Comstock—Sunday Telegram offic
Sylvia Estabrook—State College for Teach
Jessie Filmer—Mildred Elly School.
Donald Guyer—Union College.
Hunter Holding—Yale University.
Esther Jansen—State College for Teachers.
Walter Liebich—Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute.
Martha Lomax—State College for Teachers.
Katherine Maar—Mildred Elly School.
Mary Maher—at home.
Velma Risley—Albany Business College.
Miriam Snow—State College for Teachers.
Frances White—at home.
Dorothy Williams—at home.
Eleanor Abrams, "20 and Emily Barrows, °21 are attending
Mount Holyoke.
Marian Deyo, "18 is teaching French in Milne High School.
Miss Isabel Johnston, "18 is now Physical Instructor for Wo-
men in the New York State College for Teachers.
Donald Booth, ex-’19, entered West Point this year.
Katherine McKinley, '20, obtained high honors at the Skidmore
School of Arts.
Howard Bre
, is at Union.
Prudence [r 3, is attending Albany High School.
Edith Paine, e at the Albany Business College.
William Breeze, ex-'24, is attending Albany High School.
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Dorothy Elliot, ex-’24, is attending the Girls’ Academy.
Mary Galvin, ex-’25, is at Albany High School.
Mary Patton, ex-'24, is with the Telephone Company.
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243 Durfee Hall, Yale University,
New Haven, Conn.
Oct. 7, 1922
Miss Dorothea George,
Editor of ‘‘The Crimson and White,”’
Dear Miss George, :
That ‘‘The Crimson and White’’ is preparing for another year
of its suecessful career, is a fact which pleases me as much as it
must those who are supporting it at Milne. As a member of the
Class of ’22, I shall be very glad to contribute what little I can to
the Alumni Issue. My experiences as a Yale man cover the very
short period of ten days. However, those ten days have contained
what were to me novel occurrences.
The days at Yale, filled with action, seem shorter than any I
have known heretofore. Lessons, erew practice, and many miscel-
laneous activities take up most of the day. But as most ‘‘Milnites’’
crave action, I shall not tell of my daily routine but of something
which should appeal to their dispositions.
The annual freshman-sophomore ‘‘rush’’ is the affair at which
freshmen are supposed to be initiated into Yale. But sometimes we
wonder whether ‘‘freshies’’ are really initiated or whether the
“sophs’’ come out of the affair in a worse condition than their
understudies,
After a torch-light parade thru New Haven, all the students
gathered on the main campus. The seniors and juniors then became
spectators, while the ‘‘sophs’’ and ‘‘freshies’’ proceeded to perform.
Wrestling matches were held between the men of ’26 and ’25, as
preliminaries to the ‘‘rush.’’
The main clash took place about eight o’clock. All freshmen
lined up at one end of the campus and all sophomores at the other,
The men of ’25 were to guard the section of the famous ‘‘ Yale Fence’’
in their rear, from the attack of the ’26 men. The fray was sup-
posed to last ten minutes after which the letter men of Yale would
decide upon the victors by the relative proportion of freshmen sit-
ting on the ‘‘sophs’’ fence. However, as is usually the case, at the
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end of the specified period all of the men were too busy to hear the
referee’s whistle.
The scrimmage started with the freshmen rushing down upon
the sophomore lines, bellowing ’26. As the ‘‘sophs’’ crouched to
meet the first freshman onslaught, they answered the challenge by
erying ’25. The men of '25 tried desperately to hold their line in-
tact; but their efforts were in vain, for with one thudding crash
the freshmen dug deeply into their opponents’ line. For a few min-
utes the men were like milling cattle, pushing and hauling in an en-
deavor to reach the fence, or hold it, as the case might be.
After the first few minutes, the battle was divided into smaller
combats between individual members of the clas The dust kicked
up by these scuffles was so thick that only nearby objects were
clearly discernible. Everywhere ‘‘freshies’’ and *‘sophs’’ were roll-
ing around on the ground to see whether '26 could withstand °25.
It is impossible to tell the details of the ‘rush’? from that time on,
except in parts where I was personally concerned.
In some way I had reached the left end of the sophomore line.
Here I found an opening, which extended most of the way to the
fence. I started running forward and was quickly tackled by a
“‘soph.’’ But he was easily moved out of the way, and I went on
until I reached the fence. As soon as I had straddled it two or three
“sophs’’ made an effort to disseet me by pulling at me from oppo-
site directions. As a result, I remained on the fence (intact, with
the exception of my clothes), until my tormentors decided that a con-
centrated effort on their part might be more effectual,
After being sufficiently persuaded that I should not sit on that
fence, I was buffeted about by the mob until run into by some ’25
men dragging two freshmen around the campus. We all fell in one
heap and were only separated by the efforts of some juniors and
seniors who seemed to want us to enjoy our senior heritages when
the time came.
After roaming around thru that seething mass, I came upon two
sophomores busily engaged in violent argument with one of my
classmates. I joined their seance with the result that my friend
escaped and the enraged '25 men vented their wrath upon me. I
rolled about in the dust with one of my antagonists, while two others
rendered some assistance in disheveling me.
After the latter experience I met some freshmen in the hall of
a dormitory facing the campus. It happened that my roommate was
among these men. I approached him and spoke to him. Much to
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my utter astonishment this tall son of Texas merely stared down at
me and asked me who I was. I explained that I was what remained
of his own illustrious ‘‘buddie.’’ He gaped at me so, that I thought
I'd better go along.
Two other ’26 men and I went into a room facing the campus.
As we squatted on the window bench watching a crowd of ‘‘sophs’’
below, one of our number conceived the stupendous idea of dropping
some cold water out of the window. This was done and proved so
effectual that we decided it would be very prudent for us to leave
the room by means of the fire-escapes.
Thus we freshmen were initiated into Yale University. Hence-
forth we are to live at Yale as unmolested as any upper classman.
It would seem that there must be a standing mutual enmity between
the men of ’25 and those of '26, but such is not the case. Yale men
have too many ties in common to let smaller distinctions interfere
with the splendid fellowships which envelopes all men of the
university.
Sincerely yours,
HUNTER HOLDING, 22.
At graduation time last June, my plans for another winter were
uncertain. I hoped that fall would find me studying to be a worker
among children, but my plans have been altered. Although disap-
pointed that my first hope could not for the present be followed up,
T decided to study shorthand and typewriting in the Mildred Elly
School, since there are few positions in which stenography is nota
valuable aid.
On September the fifth I went to attend my first day in the new
house of learning and found to my surprise and pleasure that there
were others from Milne High School there to take up the same line
of work.
Shortly I found myself before that mysterious machine, the
typewriter. Although at first the slow tick tack of the machine was
monotonous, real pleasure came as we increased in speed. Each day
we have speed and accuracy drills, and real competition is shown,—
for who does not want to be the first pupil to have a perfect paper
or the first to reach fifty words per minute?
After three quarters of an hour of typewriting, we went to the
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most interesting and fascinating of studies, shorthand. To some this
study seems dry and trying, but to me it is a most delightful game.
What fun to see the peculiar figure wrought by the combination of
characters and word signs to represent a word! Soon, now, we shall
he able to record rapid dictation and shall be proud to see what we
have accomplished.
Although it is quite evident that the majority of my fellow
pupils are not graduates of high school, those who are realize the
advantage of high school training. I believe that the least prepara-
tion one should have is a high school course, and then if business
activity allures, he is better fitted to meet the call of business life.
Stenography is interesting and is in constant demand in many im-
portant positions, but, as in everything else, he will succeed best
who has the most preparation in the way of general education.
KATHARINE MAAR, '22.
“SO YOU'RE A FRESHMAN”’
“So you’re a freshman’? seems to be on the tougue and in the
heart of every student at State College. The Seniors glance at our
buttons with ’26 on them and look through us but not at us. The
Juniors always eall ‘‘hello’’ even when they are in a hurry. I sup-
pose they feel sorry for us, and since they haven’t yet reached the
haughty stage, they are not afraid to show it. Sometimes our Junior
sisters or brothers escort us to a reception, When this happens, we
are placed two on one side of her and one on the other, with our
names pinned on us and with instruetions to stay that way. We
changed our places to see what would happen. It was not very
thrilling. When the introduction to the next professor came, our
pames were mixed and we were introduced by the wrong names.
The way of the Freshman is hard. One is given a locker key,
two chemistry keys, six class cards, a blue button, and about
twenty books, to take care of, bring to ciass, and to use. Some one
of these usually necessitates one’s running back breathlessly to turn
the house topsy turvy in mad search. Usually the object of the quest
is reposing in one’s pocket quietly and unobtrusively.
Since gym has not started yet, the main ‘‘sport’’ at college is
trying to get your lunch in the cafeteria among about five hundred
other students. You rush madly from your last class in a vain hope
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that you will be first. But usually you are among the first hundred.
Very patiently you stand first on one leg and then on the other like
a erane until you reach the door. Ah! at last! by the time you
have gotten what you want, paid for it, and found a seat, the bell
rings. You cast one look at your tray, swallow a few mouthfuls, and
dash off breathless and empty to your class.
Another sport is listening for the different remarks made when
you pass by. The Seniors are usually absent-minded, the Juniors
sympathetic and pitying, the Sophs snobbish and humiliating. Even
the Faculty like to make fun of us. The evening of the Faculty Re-
ception Dean Horner made an address in which he said that we were
the smartest and best class that had ever entered State and ex-
plained why—our size, marks, and credentials. When we had begun
to swell with pride and smiled self-consciously at our nearest Fresh-
man neighbors, he brought the walls of Carthage on our heads and
made us feel very small by his next assertion. ‘‘You are, neverthe-
less, just as green, just as verdant, as any other class which has ever
entered.’’ It was also implied that he could tell by looking at us that
we were Freshmen.
It is quite a come-down. In Milne we five were somebody, at
least we thought we were—Senior Class, Student Council, Crimson
and White Board—were all blest with our presence. Now we are—
nobody.
We have always heard that the Sophs were wise, snobbish, and
very careful of their banner. We can believe the first two, but of the
last we are doubtful. Before the night of the ‘‘Get Wise’’ party
they were snobbish all right. They were wise enough at the party
to blindfold us before they let us experience the duckings, spooky
stories, and hazardous methods, which they had concocted. But
they weren’t wise enough to realize that a mere window and lock
eould not keep us from the object of our desire—the banner. Now
the tables have turned. Instead of picking us out to show our in-
feriority, they are inclined to creep by us with a hope that they can
avoid a look of contempt. We may be green, but our green goes well
with the red that flashes from their eyes. This is the reason why—
After we had had several hand to hand combats and the lights had
been turned off during dances, the Soph banner still hung in its ap-
pointed place, and the proud owners beamed at it triumphantly.
They were so sure of its safety that they merely locked it in the
typewriting room and went serenely home to bed. This was just the
opportunity which the Frosh men had wanted, and one of the ‘‘ Milne
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Five,’’ Dewitt Christie, was in the midst of the plotting. After
everyone had gone, they quietly broke a window in the typewriting
room and pried open the lock. The banner was quickly carried away
and thoroughly hidden. We are glad we got the bone of contention,
and our pride swells doubly when we think that Dewitt helped so
much, The ‘‘Milne Five’ are certainly conspicuous among the
Freshmen class. They are certainly enjoying State to its fullest
extent. Only Dewitt has achieved fame, while the rest of us are
merely mentioned as candidates for freshmen offices.
President—Martha Lomax.
Vice President—Miriam Snow.
Treasurer—Esther Jansen.
Reporter—Sylvia Estabrook.
Since we have so early gained the attention of the college by
the daring capture of the banner, we feel that it is a good omen that
"26 is going to be the star class of S. C. T.
MARTHA LOMAX, °22.
a:
I never go with high school girls,
I never make a date;
I’m neyer fussing on the quad
Or saying, ‘‘ Ain’t love great?”’
I never take one to a dance,
The reason’s plain to see,—
1 never go with girls, because
The girls won’t go with me.
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sy,
TODAY
THE WELL OF ABDULLAH
The riders paused at the edge of a knoll. It was a fine day for
a hunt, with a clear blue sky and just enough of a breeze to relieve
the heat of the tropical sun.
ef the Bureau Arabe in Algie
ans
sand lark in the whole desert of Sahara.”
“The desert is large and sand larks are small, Sidi (Sir).’’ At
this moment a hare darted around a dune just in front of them.
Lenor raised his gun, but a:
acques Lenor, the new French agent
adjusted his sun helmet.
jji,’’ he said to his companion, ‘‘I don’t believe there's a
he did so, a large hawk lunged from the
1 eyelone of feathers and struck the little animal, breaking
its neck almost in two.
‘Attendez,”’ cried the Arab boy in excellent French, but the
hunter had emptied his gun at the hawk. ‘‘Oh, M’sieur, m’sieur,
your vacation is ruined now.’’ He ran forward and picked up the
huge bird, pointing to a gold band upon its leg, bearing the name
Omar el-Touati. ‘You have shot a falcon, sidi.”’
In the Algerian Sahara falcons are priceless. No owner will
part with his bird. It is handed down
uable as a thoroughbred Arabian hor:
The Arab boy thought quickly. In an instant he had scooped
up the sand with his sandal and had thrown in the hare. THe was
about to throw in the faleon too when the Frenchman pieked up
the bird. “I shall face it,’’ he said.
““Oh—oh—face the Sheik Omar and tell him you have killed
his faleon! You are mad, M’sieur
There was not time to decide, for at this moment the ‘‘Halloa!”’
an heirloom and is as val
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of the hawkers caught their ears, and they turned to see a brilliant
cavalcade sweep into view.
Gorgeous tunies and turbans, great
the wind, and fleet white horses made a da:
to a halt beside the two young men.
dashing, middle-aged Arab.
Amid the confusion Lenor spoke in Arabic, ‘‘I’m very sorry, sir,
but I’ve had the misfortune to—to—.’’ He mumbled something in
French. It was evident. The now silent amazed, but impassive
countenances of the party showed only a glaring anger. They did
not speak. The leader took the bird.
“Your name?’’
““Jaeques Lenor.”’
When they had taken his name and address they rode away.
As Lenor and his companion approached the tiny Moslem vill-
age of Abdullah, they beheld every person within its gates kneeling
and bowing to the ground toward the East. This ceremony lasted
a couple of minutes, then the Mohammedans rose. Upon seeing him,
a messenger came to him with a paper requesting his presence at the
Mosque, or court house, at four o’elock.
The Mosque was filled with people of different nationalities, but
the greater part were Arabs. About the court room were quotations
from the Koran in large gold letters. The Kaid, or judge, sat tailor
fashion upon a rug on a little raised dias.
After a while the case between Lenor and Omar el-Toutai was
announced, It was then that the young Frenchman learned how
wicked he really was. He was an outlaw, a thief, and a murderer,
He was a rich infidel foreigner who had gained wealth by robbing
honest Moslems and therefore deserved to be shot.
No method of punishment had been decided upon until a young
Arab said suddenly to his master, ‘‘ Would his vacation not be long
enough for him to do a certain piece of work?’ Instantly the
Sheik’s evil eye flashed, ‘‘Precisely,’’ he said, and turned to Lenor,
“We are digging a well in the southeastern corner of the date grove
just outside the town. It is almost finished. If you would finish
that, perhaps we shall call your debt cancelled.”’
“T’'ll do it,’’ eried Lenor, thankful to get out of the embarra
ing affair so easily. ‘How long will it take? I have fifteen de
vacation.””
“Tt will not require more than two or three hours,’
Omar, ‘‘and, besides, you will be given the Dia.”’
carlet burnooses flying in
ng scene as they came
he foremost horseman was a
replied
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A silence fell over the whole court. On every side Lenor could
hear the dusky audience gasp with surprise, and some were whisper-
ing, ‘‘A brave youth!’’ What did these malicious smiles mean?
The Dia was brought to him, and it proved to be a leather bag
containing a small fortune of priceless jewels. It was the rule that
he who finished a well was given the Dia.
Lenor felt a pull on his sleeve, and a voice whispered, ‘‘Give it
back, M’sieur, don’t take it! What is gold to life?’’ His little Arab
friend was loyal to him,
“Why what is the danger, Hajji?”’ asked Lenor,
**Dia, you stubborn fellow, means blood money! They draw lots
to see who shall finish the well. It had fallen to Ishid Ben Hydar,
and he is glad enough that you are going to take his place,
On his way to the grove the young man encountered Ben Hydar.
‘Now and then,”’ said Ishid, ‘‘a well-digger is drowned, That is all.””
“How often?’ pressed Lenor nervously,
“Oh—,"’ answered Hydar carele:
digger to drown more than once in a life
“T never knew a well-
time’?
In his excitement, Lenor did not perceive the sly, hidden
meaning,
His little Arab friend again came to him. ‘‘Why didn’t you
listen to me? The Sahara is watered by underground rivers. The
men dig down to the crust of clay over one of these rivers, and the
man who digs through this clay falls in—invariably !’?
In spite of all these warnings, when Lenor reached the spot he
made fast a life line and allowed himself to be lowered into the well.
Carefully he tapped the wet clay bottom. He thought it trem-
bled, He filled one basket full and it was drawn up. It made him
shiver to think that he was standing but a few inches above a sub-
terranean river, and he felt himself unconsciously holding his breath
and trying to weigh as little as possible. He decided that he would
dig all around the edge, so that the circle of clay would sink slowly
and perhaps give him a chance to escape. At each faint stroke of
his pick a tiny jet of water spouted up. At last he felt the circle of
clay move under his feet. He clutched his life line but found it eom-
ing down into his hands faster than he could pull, Had Tshid eut
the rope? Now Lenor vy truggling in the water. Suddenly he
caught his breath. There must be air currents in these underground
rivers. He could still feel the clay pushing up against his feet. THe
thought of the warning of Hajji, of the Bureau Arabe,—of the blood
money.
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The next moment Jacques Lenor, new French agent in Algiers,
supported by a cirele of clay, shot out of the mouth of an artesian
well into the tropical sunshine.
DEWITT C. ZEH, ’23.
LITTLE ORPHANT FRESHMEN
A lot of little freshmen came to our school to stay;
To learn a pile of lessons from their teachers every day,
To carry home a load of books beneath an aching arm,
And study all the evening and wind up the alarm
To snatch them from the Land of Dreams and start
them safely out
For the last bell that gets them if they
Don’t
Watch
Out!
Now, Freshmen dear, if you’ve been trained at chasing
mountain bears
You'll have had some climbing practice which will help
on our stairs;
And the following are useful tips which Ill hand on
to you,
For I’ve been here for many a year—I know what
you'll go through.
Don’t eat your lunches during class—you'll surely be
found out,
And Teacher Dear will get you if you
Don’t
Watch
Out!
And, when you’re in the Study Hall, although it seems
quite slow
Don’t jazz it up, for you’re supposed to study there,
you know.
But, if you simply must throw chalk at other girls
and boys,
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Keep one eye fixed upon the door, and don’t make too
much noise.
For there’s a Man who lingers there whenever he’s
about.
Professor Sayles will get you if you
Don’t
Watch
Out!
Don't write your own excuses, though it has been done
before;
You cannot get away with it without a mighty war.
When you have finished classes, don’t hang around the
hall,
You're not supposed to be there, and you'll surely have
a call,
In the neck is where you'll get it when they find that
you’re about;
Mor the Faculty will get you if you
Don’t
Watch
Out!
Oh! all you little Freshmen, of what I say take heed;
My words may come in handy in your time of greatest
need,
Do all your lessons carefully; remember all you know,
That like the grand and learned Seniors you may some-
time grow.
You surely think us perfect; observe when we’re about,
And some day you'll be Seniors if you
All
Watch
Out!
S.—And as a gentle hint to you, O all my readers
dear,
I say, ‘‘Be sure to praise the lines which I have written
here,
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Don’t ever mock my verses when you know that I’m
about.
If you dare,—beware! I'll get you if you
Don’t
Watch
Out!
DOROTHEA A. GEORGE, °23.
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THANKS, CAESAR!
Milne as a whole is divided into three parts, one of whieh is in-
habited by the students, another by the teachers, the third by those
who in their own language are called ‘‘faculty,’’ in our language
“‘many things.’’ All these differ from one another in customs, laws,
and languages (to some extent.) The lesson plans divide the faculty
from the teachers; the reports, the faculty from the students.
Of all these the bravest are the teachers, who have courage
enough to face nervous break-downs in order to teach the students,
who are a wild and ferocious race. They are nearest the students,
with whom they are continually carrying on war. The faculty, how-
ever, is the ruling power. It is in command of the territory, and due
to its capability both the students and the teachers are safely con-
ducted across dangerous places.
E. GC. F., 123 (?)
MY TRIP TO EUROPE
In my recent trip to Europe there were many places which in-
terested me, but some I enjoyed more than others. One of the most
picturesque and historical countries in Europe is Italy. While there,
we visited Milan, Florence, Venice and Rome, which are the four
largest and most beautiful cities in that country.
In Milan we saw the magnificent Cathedral, which resembles in
every way a colossal wedding cake. It is built of pure white marble
with two thousand life-size statues and innumerable carvings on the
exterior.
The interior is exceedingly impressive, with its long aisle and
fretted vault. It has five long aisles, a number unusually great fora
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church to have. The frescoes on the ceiling closely resemble carved
stone, although they are in reality only painted.
After leaving Milan we went to Florence. There we saw the
quaint dwelling of Robert Browning, the great English poet, An-
other historical building is the convent of San Marco, where the well-
known Savonrola lived, loved and labored for the youths of Floren
Our next stop was at Veni I had heard so much about Venice
that I was more anxious to see it than any other city in Italy.
It appealed to me very much. I think it is the most impressive
city I have ever seen. One can hardly go anywhere in Venice with-
out viding in gondolas. It is a city of canals.
On the Grand Canal in the evenings one hears the soft, melodi-
ous musie played and sung by the young Venetians in their gondolas
beneath the Venetian moon. Venice has a charm all its own.
One of the places we visited in Venice was St. Mark’s Cathedral.
This is a well-known church, and it is famous for the numerous
pigeons which are always seen in front of it.
From Venice we journeyed on to Rome, the capital of Italy.
The most remarkable building there is St. Peter’s church, It is the
largest and most imposing chureh in the world. The interior is
about two hundred yards long and one hundred and forty yards
wide. The interior decorations are somewhat similar to those of the
Milan Cathedral, only much handsomer, The Pantheon and the
Colosseum are two other structures which are well worth seeing.
Another sight which touri:
s usually go to see when visiting
Rome is the Catacombs. These are located on the famous Appian
Way, where ruined mounds of the tombs of many a proud and
wealthy Roman are seen. Other historical places still in Rome are
the Golden House of Nero, the Palatine Hill containing the palaces
of the Caesars and the baths of Diocletian.
Of all the European countries I ted—England, France, Italy.
Belgium and Switzerland, I found Italy one of the most educational
and enjoyable.
ALICE SECOR, ’23.
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THE PLEA
“Plorence,’’ he breathed, ‘‘can’t you see he does not appreciate
you? Surely you must know by this time what he thinks of you,—
thoughts reflecting his own er nature—how little he cares for all
those cultivated arts which have made you what you are.
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“He’s a good sort, but so stingy, so—Don’t you see you could
never be happy with such a man? Of course I know it’s not strictly
ethical, my coming here this way when he’s gone. But can’t you see
how I want you, how I need you? Surely you understand why I
have been here so often before. We could leave tonight, you and I,
and he need not know until later. Think of all the added comforts
you will have,—clothes, hats and all of those things so dear to a wo-
man, Surely you won't refuse? You see what it means to us both.
Florence, my wife and I will give you a dollar a week more to come
over and cook for us.””
SIS GIBSON,
NAPOLEON AND WEBSTER
By Radio
The following is the story of a debate on who is the better man,
Napoleon or Webster.
Speaking of Napoleon, Si Umpstead said: ‘Call to mind, my
friends, the Battle of Waterloo, At the height of the battle, Napo-
leon’s horse was shot from under him. What did he do,—fall to the
ground? I guess not! He grabbed the limb of a tree and shouted,
‘My Kingdom for a horse!’ And that is not all. The enemy were
unable to capture him until they sawed the limb from the tree, just
as you would capture a hornets’ nest. Why, Webster’s dictionary
wouldn't make wadding for one of Napoleon’s guns.”
Joshua Brown now sets forth his arguments in fayor of Web-
ster, ‘‘To begin with,’’ he s, ‘Webster's dictionary was only a
side issue. Webster won his fame at the Battle of Bunker Hill—a
far greater battle than Waterloo. While standing on the Bunker
Hill monument directing his troops, the monument was shot from
under him. And did he grab a tree? T guess not! Instead he
grabbed a star and yelled, ‘‘Give me liberty or give me death!’
At this stage in the debate, Si beeame so enraged that he smash-
ed the school globe over Joshua's head, which went through the
lower part of Africa and came out at the British Isles with the waters
of the Atlantie Ocean lapping around his ears
I don’t know who won the debate, but from all appearances
Webster had the last word.
THOMAS QUINN, °23.
THE CRIMSON AND WHITE
THE SONG OF THE VIOLIN
I am a thing of mystery.
Who ean tell where my limits lie?
Who can fathom all my meanings?
Everyone who interprets me
Sings the song that is born in him.
To many it is given to love me,
To few, the strength to work for me,
To a handful, the gift to master me;
And for those will I sing my sweetest.
I will give them all my richest,
My greatest, most human melodies,
But to those who can only loye me,
And to those who can only work for me,
I give to them none of my best;
1 am their master,—they cling to me.
Some may forget; they come back to me,
For they have tasted the song of me
And they ery for more of my beauty.
But if they work for me faithfully,
If they spend long years of drudgery,
If they give their lives in my vice;
Then I may give them the mastery,
Their spirits may grow by their love for me,
And the soul of an artist be born in them.
Then at last will I sing to them.
The songs of their souls will I sing to them;
And the beautiful soul that is rising in them
Will wield me and shape throbbing melodies.
And the world-folk will rise up and listen
And ery aloud for the Master,
This is my message: Work hard for me,
Not for my wealth, but for love of me,
And be always humble and true to me;
Then will I yield to you—‘‘Master.”’
LILLIAN BASOVSKY, ’23.
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THE PURLOINED TOOTH
or
The Missing Lucky Charm, a Mystery in Five Fifths
by Meta Phor
One Fifth. Once in a Rural Village there lived an Honest Young
Man named Effer Vescence. Now Effer, being Ambitious, wished to
Advance himself in this World. Therefore, after shedding a few
Salty Tears on the Family Doormat, he Hied himself to a College,
better known as an Institute for the Mentally Deficient, with the
Rest of the Educated Fools.
At First, All was not so Glorious for Our Hero. The Sophisti-
cated Sophs poked Fun at his Home-made Raiment and called him
Harsh Names. But Effer was Nobody’s Fool, and One Day he came
to School all Togged Out in a Green Suit of Klassy Kut Klothes—
They Kling, a Nobby Lid, and a Pair of Striped Socks. Thereupon
he became Very Popular and acquired a Flair with the Ladies, a
Rep, and a Collegiate Strut.
All This was Wormwood and Gall to Effer’s Bitter Enemy, Anee
Dote. Reasons for the Mutual Hostility were not lacking. In the
First Place, Anee was a Supercilious Sophomore and Just Naturally
couldn’t help hating Effer as a Matter of Principle and a Duty to
his Class. In the Second Place, the Small Town Dweller must, of
course, be Offensive to One who has always lived in a Fifth Floor
Flat. Last but not Littlest, Effer had Alienated the Affeetions of
Anee’s girl, Cere Monious.
The Latter was Very Beautiful, possessing Bobbed Hair of the
approved Whisk-broom Style, the Minimum of Eyebrows, and a
Rosebud Mouth. She was also Very Modern and Up-to-Date, for her
Geometrically Designed Sweaters and her Elongated Earrings far
surpassed the Other Girls’.
With all these Wrongs Rankling in his Manly Chest, Anee
Sought a Way to Avenge the Betrayal of his Honor,
“How ean I humble this Blithering Blighter?’’ he Mutters into
his Mustache, which he Hopes Some Day will be Visible without the
Aid of a Miseroscope.
“Vengeance is Mine! Where there is a Will, there’s a Rela-
tion,’’ he adds, quoting the Old Proverb. ‘‘We shall see, we shall
observe !’’ he Growls and goes out to order a June Bug Sundae at a
neighboring Soda Resort.
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Two Fifths. Near the Noble Home of Learning stands a small
Kdifice bearing the Sign, The College Chortle—All Varieties of Indi-
gestibles. It is here that the Higher Society of the Campus gathers
to Waste Time and to spend Father’s Hardearned Dollars, in order
that the Chortle’s proprietor may Enjoy a Small Rolls Royce and
a Chauffeur in his Old Age.
As usual, the Magnetic Effer was Surrounded by a Bevy of
Beautiful Girls, whom Cere, jeeringly Jealous, calls Dumb Doras.
The Boy Wonder was relating a Thrilling Tale of How he Lost his
First Tooth at the Age of Six and Three-quarters,
All the Girls were Positively Thrilled to Death, but imagine, if
you ean, their Exuberant Kestasy, when Effer extricated a Small Ob-
ject from a pocket which held his Watch and Chain when some Shy-
lock wasn’t holding it.
““This,’’ exclaimed Effer in a Histrionie Manner, ‘‘is the Very
Ineisor of which I spoke. Ah, how Priceless! It has always been
my Lucky Charm, and I go No Place without it.”’
“Onee,’’ he shuddered and placed a Hand on his Moist Brow,
“twas lost; and Death almost o’ertook me at the hands of a Tele-
graph Messenger who was in such a hurry to deliver a Message he
had received three Days ago that he propelled his Bieycle into
me and knocked me upon the Sidewalk.
“But the Charm was Found again, and All was Well. Without
this little Tooth in my Pocket | would not Dare to Venture Forth
at all.”
The Bevy gasped its Admiration and crowded round to View
the Precious Amulet. Suddenly Effer felt a Hostile Presence, as if
Someone were pouring lee Water down his Back; and, turning, he
saw the Malevolent Countenance of Anee Dote, his Mortal Enemy.
The latter’s Eyes were Glowing with Suppressed Hatred, and he
looked Perfeetly Capable of Chewing up Effer in One Bite.
Hastily the Recent Raconteur turned to Cere and said Tersely,
“Come! Let us Hie us Hence !’’
But the Lady was Obstinate and Insinuated a D: to Converse
with Anee, (They say it is not True Love if She does not feel an
occasional Irresistible Desire to See him Suffer). Effer, however,
was in No Mood to Quibble, and so, Seizing her by her Hennaed
Tresses, he dragged her out into the Sizzling Sunlight.
Three Fifths. Hight o’clock found the Ex Pi Ate frat house in
an Uproar. It was the night of the Big Dance, and a Dozen or So
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of the Boys had not yet retrieved their Collar Buttons from under
the Bureau. Consequently, they were clamoring rather Belligerently
about it. Added to this, several of the boys were bemoaning the
Fit of their Rented Dress Suits. The Rest of the Inmates were
Soothing their Distressed Brothers by Groaning in Chorus to a ren-
dering of the ‘‘ Alligator Blues’? on a Talking Machine which had
seen Quieter Days in a Theatrical Boarding House.
Our Friend Effer is at last Ready to Depart. How Handsome
he looks! ‘‘It’s a Certainty,’ he thinks as he sprinkles a few drops
of Seent de Sarsaparilla upon his coat, ‘‘that all the Finale Hop-
pers will fall for me tonight.’’ After tenderly fastening a Sun-
flower in his Buttonhole, he goes out to Burden himself with Cere
for a Hectic Evening.
Effer was quite Surprised to find Cere ready after a short Two
Hours’ Wait.
‘How Delicious you look !’’ he breathed Flurriedly,
Indeed, anyone would have thrown a Second Glance at Cere,
Her Hair was as Overwhelmed with Waves the Sea Shore, her
Harrings reached to her Shoulders, and her Skirt was so Long that
she Stumbled at Every Other Step. At Effer’s compliment, she
smiled Rouguishly and expressed, ‘‘ Ditto, old Top.”
And then they Embarked in a Pirate Craft commonly called a
Taxi Cab.
The Floor of the gymnasium we
already crowded with An-
guished couples, who were colliding with each other in the Intricacies
of a Terpsichorean Effort named The Ritz. It was not Thought to
have been an Enjoyable Evening unless one had been Knocked Down
or Mutilated beyond Reeognition at least Three or Four Times.
So Far, Effer and his Fair Partner had Amassed Three of the
Necessary Collisions, and the Fourth was Soon to Come. Anee the
Detested came Meandering along; and, whether he was Blinded by
the Shock of Red Hair resting on his shoulder, or whether he did
not see Where he was going Accidentally on Purpose, is a Matter
of Conjecture and Food for Thought. Anyway, he Struck Effer
with the Greatest Superfluity of Violence.
Effer glared Balefully at the Instigator of the Crime and De-
liberately slapped his Visage. ‘‘After the Dance! We shall meet
Outside!’’ he hissed, and the Villain paled.
Cere had begun to Weep, and her Eyelashes were becoming very
Streaked and Crooked, giving her the Appearance of having a
Black Eye. But Effer comforted her by mentioning the Omnipotent
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Lueky Charm. He put his hand into his pocket and brought out a
Hat Check, a Latch Key, 50c, Cere’s powder puff, and a Telephone
Number.
Then a Pallor like Death's obliterated Effer’s Features. He
gnashed his Teeth and Groaned. **My Tooth, my Tooth! The Lucky
Charm is Gone !’’ he Sobbed in Sibilant Syllables.
Four Fifths. The Night was Black; the Faint Light of the
Moon threw into Silhouette the Profiles of two Feline Serenaders.
No Light gleamed in the shadowy houses, for Those who were Re-
spectable had long since gone to Bed, and those were Not, had not
yet come Home. Everywhere Silence and Solitude brooded.
Suddenly the Silence and the Solitude were Rudely Interrupted
by the Arrival of Two Figures muffled to the Ears in Easy Fit Ul-
—Guaranteed for Rain or Shine. The Marauders sought out the
Darkest Spot; it was an Alley back of the Methodist Chureh. There,
flinging off their Wrappings, stood Effer Vescence and Anee Dote,
the Mortal Enemies, Face to Face at Last!
Strange to Note, our Hero’s Face looks Sad and Hopeless. It
is plain to see that Effer’s Courage is Fleeing and has made the
Half-mile in Two Minutes Flat. It is all on account of the Missing
Tooth, which Effer is Positive is in Anec’s possession. And he knows
that without his Lueky Charm, Anee will be able to Reduce him to
the Consistency of Raspberry Jello.
With Snarls, the Rivals darted at each other’s Throats. As
there was present no Referee to Call the Fouls, the Tactics soon be-
eame Rather Rough. Just as Effer had expected, Anee gained the
Upper Hand, after Biting off his enemy’s Right Ear and Pulling
out his Left Eyebrow.
The Climax arrived when Anee had forced Effer to the ground
and was Relentlessly Strangling him. Our Hero had begun to Say
his Prayers, when Suddenly his hand closed upon Something small
and hard. It was the Purloined Tooth, which must have fallen out
of the Sophomore’s Pocket during the Fray!
There was No Doubt about it—Effer was now Safe from Harm.
With New Vigor, he Dislodged his Adversary from his Thirteenth
Vertebra. The Tables were Turned, and the Villain was obtaining
his Just Deserts. His Head was so Battered and his Face so Erased
that it was Impossible to decide whether he was Coming or Going.
With a last Mighty Blow, Effer prostrated him on the Turf;
and placing a Foot on his Vietim’s Chest, he ejaculated, to the Sur-
THE CRIMSON AND WHITE 21
prise of the Feline Serenaders, ‘‘Thanks to my Tooth, I am the
Vietor!””
Five Fifths. Back again at the Frat House Effer telephoned the
news of his Victory to Cere. Then, supported by the Sympathetic
Hands of his Ex Pi Ate brothers, he Slowly and Painfully ascended
the stairs to his Chamber, while relating the Lurid Chronicle of the
Big Fight.
“*My Luck, Boys, all due to this here Tooth !’’ he exclaimed
Generously and exhibited the Lucky Charm,
After everyone had left Effer alone in his Study, he Tottered
over to his Mirror to see what was left of his Classic Features. ‘‘Not
so bad! With the Aid of a Bottle of Iodine, a Roll of Court-plaster,
a Bandage and some Peroxide, I shall be Recognizable in Two or
Three Weeks,’’ he remarks to himself.
Suddenly a Ghastly Grimace played upon his Countenance, his
Kyes protruded with Horror, and his Hands trembled. Slowly, as
one in a Trance, he pieked up the Lucky Tooth and inserted it in
an empty space among his Front Teeth! The Fit was Perfect!
The Revelation was almost Too Much for Ef His Illusions
had been Destroyed; he was as a Child who has discovered there is
no Santa Claus. For now he realized that it was not the Lucky
Charm his hand had found in the Critical Cr
dinary Tooth which Anee had dislocated in h
“Well thus is Life
is Indeed Fortunate.”’
As he blew out the Gas, he decided that he had beeome a Man
at Last.
» but a Common Or-
Carelessn
“mused Effer. *‘He who can Fool himself
MARIAN E. BARDENE, ’23
Here lies an editor, Snooks, if you will,
In merey, kind providence, let him lie still;
He lied for his living and lived while he lied,
When he couldn’t lie longer, he lied down and died.
22 THE CRIMSON AND WHITE
HEARD IN THE STUDY HALL
Hugh J. MeKeon, Jr.—‘Now, I have to study this period, and
I do not want to be bothered by anyone.”’
“Same here. I haven’t done a lesson.’
rt Milliman—‘ How soon does this period end?’?
Harry Jones—‘Say, Junior, how about that shrubbery on your
chin? Did you ever hear of Mr, Gillette?”’
“Swede, or Junior’? McKeon—‘T Auto-Strop you; would Gil-
lette me?””
Harry—‘‘I’m Ever Ready.’”
Art Milliman—*‘How soon does this period end?”’
Bill McDonough (thoughtfully)—*‘A straight line can be inter-
sected at only one point.’’
Ch Albert Davenport (from front of room)—‘‘Say there,
Captain McKeon, may I converse with you?’’
“Captain, or Swede’? McKeon (of the basketball team)—‘‘ What
do yuh want?’’
Charles Albert—‘ When does basketball practice start?”’
“Til Junior, Swede, or Captain’? MeKeon—‘ Next week; and I
want you guys to understand that there will be no smoking on this
team while I’m the captain!”’
(Imagine the noive of him getting off a line like that! at this
point ‘‘Casey’’ Jones bursts into boisterous merriment and is sent
from the study hall by the long-suffering teacher).
Art Milliman—‘‘How soon does this period end?”’
“Oaptain’’ MeKeon—‘‘Didn’t I tell you fellows that I had to
study? Leave me alone, will you (To himself out loud) ‘‘Who
wrote Irving’s Sketch Book?”
Art Milliman to Billy MeDonough, who appears to be enwrapped
in some object upon the ceiling—‘ What’s the matter, Bill?”’
Billy—‘T’m thinking.”’
Art—‘ What with, for goodness’ sake?’’
(A perfeetly good ‘Premier Livre’’ fractures the atmosphere
and lands in the immediate vicinity of Art Milliman’s head).
Charles Albert Davenport (from front of room)—‘TI wish you
young gentlemen would desist from causing so much commotion, as
I find it impossible to study.’’
Art Milliman—‘How soon does this period end?’?
“Swede or Captain’? McKeon—‘Shut up! T’m studying.—Say,
has anybody been to the Grand this week?”’
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Dix Colbert—‘‘Yes! It’s rotten.”’
‘Swede or Captain’’ MeKeon—‘‘I thought so. Who’s in my
history elass?’’
Art Milliman—‘You’re in a class by yourself. Say, how soon
does this period end?’’
“Swede or Captain’? McKeon (humming some unrecognizable
tune)—‘‘T’m never happy unless I’m breaking into a song.’’
Dix Colbert—*Why don’t you get the right key? Then you
won't have to break in.””
(Art Milliman at this point follows the procedure of Harry
Jones, late of the study hall, and receives a similar fate).
“Swede or Captain’? McKeon—‘ Well, boys, I have finished my
history at last. Now you fellows can make as much noise as you
want to,””
(For a few minutes, now that nobody cares whether or not it’s
quiet, the room remains very still; then the silence is broken by the
very welcome tingle of the bell).
ELLSWORTH R. BEEMAN, ’23
Can you imagine—
Harry Jones as an undertaker?
Norma Jones not hungry?
Frances Storrs not on the lookout for a man?
Ed Cramer without a piece of chewing gum?
Liz Friend in love with a man?
*‘Junior’’ MeKeon in a Little Lord Fauntleroy suit?
Dot George without those eyes?
Larry Ulrich minus that drawl?
Marian Bardene tongue-tied?
Davy without a sweater?
Art Milliman walking down town all alone?
Midge Rapp without her sweet smile?
24 THE CRIMSON AND WHITE
OUR TREAD MILL
There are steps at Milne High,
Going upward to the sky,
| Ever upward, ever onward, though the end is never nigh.
We continue flight on flight,
But the end is ne’er in sight—
Just like Jacob’s endless ladder are the steps at Milne High.
Oh the steps, Oh the steps,
Oh the steps, steps, steps,
’Till no other thought can enter
On the brain we’e taught to center
On the seeming endless progress of the steps.
We must climb them every day,
For there is no other way
To pursue the path of knowledge and become an Alumni.
Wishing for an elevator,
Which we may get sometime later,
We keep trudging on and onward up the steps at Milne High.
Up the Steps, up the steps,
Up the steps, steps, steps,
We ascend them still undaunted,
"Till our very dreams are haunted
By the ghastly, ghostly vision of the steps.
B’er the day has yet begun,
Or at setting of the sun,
From the time that we are Freshmen ‘till our Senior year is by,
With assurance we declare,
That we'll make the Golden Stair
Of Heaven, by the training that we’ve had at Mill-un High.
On the steps, on the steps,
On the steps, steps, steps,
Which we all know to our sorrow,
We must climb upon the morrow,
And we sit here, bringing curses on the STEPS!
Revised by DOROTHEA GEORGE, ’23
Apologies to R. P. I. GLADYS HUTCHISON, ’23.
(The revisors suggest that this be set to music and sung in Chapel, as the National Anthem of
Milne High.)
HE CRIMSON AND WHITER
CHANGES
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WELCOME!
The new Exchange Editors cordially salute their readers. We
are determined to do our best in this year’s issues of the Crimson
and White, Our exchanges of last year were greatly enjoyed, and
we shall continue to appreciate the comments on our paper.
It is through the exchange department that the work in other
schools can be reviewed and new ideas gotten. Me
i
times a school
judged by its paper. Therefore, let us make the Crimson and
White reflect the spirit, achievements, and ambitions of Milne High.
Panorama, Binghamton, N. Y.
In the last two issues received from Binghamton Central High,
there has been no real exchange department. Why not criticize each
issue on your exchange list? That is the purpose of the department,
In other respects, your paper has a high standing. Your Hoos
department is original and something which no other school he
is a mighty fine thing. Your literary depar ment is complete and
interesting. ‘‘Musie hath charms”’ is especially good. You seem to
have a lot of talent along poetical lines.
Hoo
It
The Cue, Albany Boys’ Academy
As is usual, The Cue is up to its high standard in nearly all its
departments. We agree with the Clarion in saying that your
“*Cueisms is a department made of jokes clipped from exchanges.’’
Why not put in a few original ones and make your paper perfect
in all departments? You are one of our best e
xchanges,
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Port Light, Port Washington, N. Y.
The Port Light is a newcomer, and we welcome it into our Ex-
ehange Department. The ue we received is the regular com-
mencement number containing the usual Class History, Will, and
Poem. Your literary department is exceptionally fine. The Lost
Will is especially commendable. Where are your exchanges? Why
not develop Grinds more and make it a joke department worthy of
the rest of your paper? Come again.
High School Recorder, Saratoga Springs, N. Y.
Another newcomer among our number of exchanges. The Class
History, Prophecy and Will are fine, and the Senior Girls in Verse is
a good idea. May we ask wh, e others in your ex-
change department? Are your seniors too serious to have a joke
department in their issue? Come again! You are always welcome.
you don’t eritici:
Clarion, Lynbrook, N. Y.
The commencement issue of the Clarion is very good. Your
literary and joke departments are especially commendable. We
liked the stories ‘“‘Lost and Found’? and “By the Light of the
Moon.’’ Why do you have ‘‘Miss Condem’em”’ in your telephone
exchange tell good points instead of bad, as her name implies?
More cuts would improve the general appearance of the paper.
The Spy, Mamaroneck, N, Y.
This neweomer has
Where are your
a very complete commencement issue.
jokes? Your cuts are clever and original. Your
school motto is a good one for a high school to use. Why not put
your editorial at the front of your paper instead of in back? Come
again,
The Garnet and Gray, Albany, N. Y.
Your only issue for 1922 is excellent. Every department is
complete and what it should be.
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“Did you know they had automobiles in Bible times?’
“No, what makes you think so?””
“Well, it says that Elijah went up on high.”
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BOARD OF EDITORS.
Editor-in-Chiet
DOROTHEA A. GEORG
gma
Assistant Editor
ELLSWORTH KIRTLAND, Theta Nu
DOROTHY ROBINSON,
MARION NICHOLS, Quinn
MARION BARDEN, Quinn_
MARGARET MANN, Quinn_
GEORGIANA MAAR, Quinn_
MARY CRAIG,
DE WITT ZEH, Adelphoi_
WERNER LIEBICH, Adelphoi_.
GEORGE O'CONNOR
MARIAN O'CONNOR, Quinn_
ELLSWORTH BEEMAN, Theta
HELEN HAMBURGER, Sigma
ARNOLD LAVENTALL_____
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Assistant Exchange Editor
Business Managers
Advertising Agents
Milne High has reason to be proud of its achievements last year,
und reason to look forward to the further results of those and other
future achievements this year. The students certainly showed en-
terprise and school interest in advancing the many new ideas which
have been put into successful practice at Milne High during the past
twelve months. Last year was one of decided growth for our school.
One short year ago we could boast of no Student Council, no
Girls’ Basketball Team, no Dramatic Club, no Cheer Contest, no
Girls’ Track Meet, or any one of several new institutions which we
28 THE CRIMSON AND WHITE
now haye, (1 mean no personal reference to the Class of '26). All
these things have grown out of the effort of our students to convince
outsiders that, although our number is small, we most decidedly are
not lacking in school spirit. And I think that we have proved our
point.
In the first place, I wonder how many of you know that Milne
High is now a democracy,—that we have a government of the pupil,
for the pupil, and by the pupil? Our Student Council is just as truly
a representative government as that famous First Assembly in Vir-
ginia Colony. It is made up of members of each class and the heads
of the various school organizations. As a Royal Governor to pre-
side over the still uncertain ideas and ideals of high school students
we have Professor Sayles, who is present at all the meetings of the
Council. But he does not take to himself even as much authority
as did the Colonial governors of old Virginia, for he only advises us
from time to time and takes eare of our finances; while the meetings
are presided over by a president elected by the members of the
Council from among themselves. The Student Council regulates
school affairs and, in general, decides questions relating to the
school.
Another innovation of which we are justly proud is our Girls’
Basketball Team, which was started to prove to Milne boys that
they could not carry off all the laurels in the athletie line. In their
first game the girls received a terrific beating from a veteran team;
but they stuck bravely to practice and played several more games,
winning the last three by a good margin. This year, with most of
the Varsity back, and many new members on the squad, they hope
to develop a team that is truly fine. Another achievement of the
girls in athleties was a very successful track meet, which they hope
to repeat every spring until it has become a fixed institution at
Milne.
The students tried their hand at acting last year and produced
such entertainments as the dramatizing of scenes from David Cop-
perfield and MacBeth, the clever little French play L’Enfant Volee,
Characters from Famous Juvenile Books, the very successful Girl
Day play Her First Assignment, and as the crowning event of this
sort, Historie Albany, a pageant written, produced and acted by the
students, which no one who saw it will ever forget. This year we
hope to have a real Dramatic Club to continue the display of our re-
cently discovered talent and to provide diversity in our chapel
programs.
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The Cheer Contest which was directed by the Student Council
last year was not a great success, but at least it aroused interest in
the possibility of having a well-trained crowd to cheer at our games,
and it served to elect cheer-leaders for the boys and for the girls,
who, if assisted by the student body this year, will be able to carry
out the plans made last year for the proper support and encourage-
ment of our school teams.
Our Milne certainly made a long leap forward last year, and,
if we continue in the same way, it won’t be long before Milne High
will be where it ought to be—near the head of any list of enterpris-
ing, progressive schools. And so, O, Milnites, I say to you in the
words of the poet, ‘Go to it!’’ And to all interested onlookers I
says 4 dust?
say, ‘‘Watch our dust! D. A. G., 28
ee
HELP 'EM ALONG!
Students, did you ever stop to think just what the ‘‘Crimson
and White’ really is?) Have you ever considered what would hap-
pen if there were no ‘‘Crimson and White?’ Have you? And do
you realize that the ‘‘Crimson and White” is the mouth-piece of the
school? Through it, outsiders learn what is going on within our
walls. Through it, students in other schools find out what Milne
High School is like. In other words, the school itself is judged by
the quality and quantity of the ‘Crimson and White,” the school
paper.
It’s up to every boy and girl to help maintain the high standards
and the excellent reputation of this fine high school. That’s school-
spirit. A school-boy without school-spirit is a—well, he just isn’t a
school-boy.
What could be a finer way to show your school-spirit than to
help along the ‘‘Crimson and White?’’ You say, ‘‘It’s up to the
‘Crimson and White’ Board to make the paper.’ The Board does
not make the ‘‘Crimson and White,’’ they simply edit it. And they
rely on the school at large to furnish them with material to edit and
with other means of making the ‘‘Crimson and White’’ a success.
You ean help them along by adding to the Literary Department.
They are constantly being criticised by their Exchanges for a defi-
ciency in this, the most important department of the paper. More
students not on the beard, should write—not only stories but
sketches, poems, editorials and jokes. Athletic and Alumni Notes
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and especially cuts are more than acceptable. Come on, you young
s, take up your rusted quills and write for your school-paper!
Just as much as every living body requires circulation, so much
must the ‘‘Crimson and White’’ have a large circulation to keep it
going. It would be a sad state, indeed, if no one except the boys and
girls in school read the school paper. They must have outside sub-
seriptions! Show the paper to some of your friends or to some
friends of the school, especially Alumni. If they are real friends and
Alumni they’ll give you a subscription. So here’s another way to
help the ‘‘Crimson and White,’’ and indirectly the school.
They need more ads. It is the advertisers mainly who pay for
the ‘‘Crimson and White.’’ About ninety per cent of each issue is
paid for from the ads, no matter how many ads there are. This is
because the amount of reading matter is apportioned to the amount
of ads. Thus, the more ads the bigger issue.
“Patronize Our Advertisers!’’ You see these words not only
in the ‘‘Crimson and White’’ but in all advertising mediums. But
how often do you heed them? These firms, all of them reliable,
which insert their ads in our paper, deserve and ask for your patron-
age. And when you do make a purchase of one of the advertisers,
mention the ‘‘Crimson and White’’ to him, so that he will continue
his ad. Show him ‘‘It pays to advertise in the ‘Crimson and
White.’ ”’
So, students, you see there are ways for you to help ’em along.
Don’t let the ‘‘Crimson and White’’ be the Board paper, but, by
your interest in it, let it be what it should be, the school paper.
o ARNOLD LAVENTALL, ’23
0
ATHLETICS IN THE HIGH SCHOOL SCHEDULE
The question of the division of time between studies and athletics
is a very difficult problem, which confronts the instructors and stu-
dents of Milne High School, as well as those of every other school,
The student should apportion a definite time for both athletics and
studies, just as a definite time is designated by the teacher for class
recitations. This time should be divided according to the intelli-
gence and ability of the student. Also, both study and athletics
should be carefully supervised.
The following are the words which Theodore Roosevelt wrote to
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his son on this subject: ‘‘l am glad you are playing football. I
should be very sorry to see either you or Ted devoting most of your
attention to athletics, and I haven’t got any special ambition to see
you shine overmuch in athletics at college, at least, if you go there,
because I think they tend to take up too much time; but I do like
to feel that you are manly and able to hold your own in rough, hardy
sports. I would rather have a boy of mine stand high in his studies
than high in athletics, but I would a great deal rather have him
show true manliness of character than either intellectual or physical
ReMi ces RUTH E. JANSEN, 23
ees
“THE FEMALE OF THE SPECIES”’
If the boys won’t, the girls will put Milne on the map, athletic-
ally speakin
Twenty: basketball enthusiasts turned out for the first prae-
tice on October fifth, and all but one of last year’s varsity team are
back at school this year, so with that as a starter, we hope to accom-
plish great things this season.
A regular schedule is being arranged, and with the necess
encouragement from the side lines we shall try to develop a team
that Milne will be proud to claim as her own.
ry
E. C, "23
——
“Daughter, did I not see you sitting on that young man’s lap
when I passed the parlor door last night?’’ asked Mr. George.
““Yes,’’ answered Dot, ‘‘and it was very embarrassing. I wish
you hadn’t told me to do it.””
‘*Good heavens! I never told you to do anything of the kind.”
“Yes, you did. You told me that if he attempted to get senti-
mental I must sit on him.’”
“You probably don’t remember me, Professor,’ began the meek
little middle-aged man, ‘‘but fifteen years ago you sent me over to
the Library to get a book for you and—’’
“Yes, yes,’’ returned the Professor, ‘‘and have you got it?’
32 THE CRIMSON AND WHITE
FOOTBALL
For the first time in the history of Milne High School, the boys
have donned their football togs and have romped to the gridiron.
The lads who have handled a pigskin before gathered together, and
they have formed a strong opposition to State College, which for the
last few years has included football among its sports.
Those who are unable to stand the rough handling of the College
organized a Junior squad, whose men are showing a fine spirit in
their work. They already have a well-worked-out set of signals,
and they form a promising team. They already have the prospect
of a game with the Albany Academy Junior Eleven.
Among the Junior squad are:
Van Alstyne, O'Connor, Williams, Adt, Shea, and Ferguson, a
neweomer at Milne, who won the hammer throw championship of
Long Island in an athletic meet at Lake Grove last year, with a mark
of 103 feet 5 inches. L. U,, 23
(ene
BASKETBALL
Within a few days the Milne five will again be on the court to
make such a showing as has never been made before. Last year was
not a very
enough material from which to choose the team; but this year, if
Milne High will support its basketball team, we will surely return to
our former high standing in the basketball world.
A schedule including games with the leading teams of Eastern
New York is now being made up; it can not be played successfully
without the aid of new material. All new basketball men at Milne
are urged to report for practice. L.U,, 23
successful season, principally because there was not
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Miss Haynes (
ke twiee in the
EL F., '23—" Beeause
in Chemistry )
neyer
ame plac
fter it’s struck onee, the same place isn’t
there.””
— 9
(A messenger boy with a telegram for Harry Jones rings at two
in the morning.)
“Does Harry Jones live here?”’
—*Yes, bring him in.’”
0
**My dear Miss Jones, do have some more ice cream.’’
, 24—* Just a mouthful, please.
““Hidla, fill Miss Jones’ plate.’’
Mrs. Jones (wear
———
D. C., '283—(Taking watch from beneath his pillow)—‘My
word! Half-past seven and Mother hasn’t come to call me yet. 1
shall be late for school if she doesn’t come soon!’’
eye
D, Z., °23—*You’ve got a bad cold, Hd.’”
B. C., '23—*Yeh.”’
D, Z., ’283—‘THow’d you get it?”
B. C., ’23—‘Slept in a field last night, and some inconsiderate
person left the gate open’?
Manager of Stock ““'Ponight you will play the part
of a duke,”
Star— Then you must give me 20 cents for a shave.
Manager—‘On second thought, you will play the part of a
Bolshevik.”’
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D. C., ’23—‘ Was Nero that guy who was cold all the time?”’
‘W. McD., ’24—‘‘Naw, that was Zero.’’
a —e
A. M., ’23 (to his partner)—‘‘ My life was a desert before I met
you.””
F. S., '24‘Then I shall cease to wonder why you dance like a
camel.’”
—6
‘It would be better,’’ observed Professor Sayles to a Freshman
as he paused in the Study Hall door, ‘‘if you would not whistle while
you are studying.””
“T ain’t studyin’, sir,’”’ replied the Frosh, ‘‘I am just whistlin’.”’
—
Professor—‘Aren’t you Mr. Smith?””
Stude—‘No, sir. I’m Mr. Smith’s twin brother.’”
Professor—‘ Ah, I see. What name please?’’
eee
King—‘ What ho, sirrah, call the guard.”
Prime Minister—‘Sire, it is raining and the guard has lost his
umbrella.”’
King— ‘Then by all means what ho the mud-guard.”’
ag
A. M., ’23—‘‘ All Marian Bardene thinks about is clothes.”
H. J., ’23—‘‘From all appearances, I should say she’s practic-
ally thoughtless.’”
0
There is a boy in Milne who wears such a high collar that we’re
afraid some day it’s going to push his chin right off his face.
——a
There was once a professor so absent minded that he poured the
maple syrup down his back and seratched his pancake.
0
After all, love is probably nothing but a chemical reaction. But
aren’t the experiments interesting?
0
Woman (hiring plumber)—‘ Are you a Union man?”’
Plumber— ‘Good Lawd, no! I’m Hawvard.’’
eee
Lady (on street car)—‘ Which end shall I get off at?”
Conduetor—‘‘It’s all the same to me, lady; both ends stop.”’
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Second-mate (pointing to inscribed plate on deek)— ‘This is
where our gallant Captain fell.”’
Elderly Lady Visitor—‘No wonder! I nearly tripped over it
myself.’”
Student—‘‘I would like permission to go riding with my brother
this afternoon.’’
Dean (quickly)—'‘How long have you known him?’’
Student—* About two weeks.”
==
—‘I’m going to sue my English teacher for libel.”’
H. McK,, '23—*What for?”
EK. B., °2: She wrote on my English theme, *You have bad
relatives and antecedents.’ ”’
u. B., 72¢
EE eee
Man in ebb tide: ‘‘Help, help, I’m drowning !"*
Man dozing in sand, ** Well, why make so much noise about it?”
SS
M. L., °24—'Is this cup sanitary?
Hammie—'‘ Must be, ever,
ody uses
- a
R. J., '28 (in movies to a little boy behind her)—*Can’t you see,
young fellow?”
Little Boy— ‘Not a thing.”’
R. J.—* Then keep your ¢ on me and laugh when | do."
———
Policeman— ‘But didn’t you feel the piekpoeket’s hand in your
pocket???
Absent-minded Prof—‘Yes, but I thought that it was my
own,”
SESS oer
L. U., '24—Hey, I can’t take this suit this way. There aren't
any pockets in it.”
Tailor—‘T know, but I thought from the length of time you’ve
owed me for the last one that you never had anything to put in
ihem,””
= -——0
M. N., ’23—‘'That man you were
reader.”
ust talking to is a mind-
D, R., '23—‘Impossible. Why, I was just dying for a sundae
all the time I was with him,’’
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M. R., 24—‘You passed me today and never recognized me.’”
KE. K., ‘24—‘What? Were you the girl with the open work
sand colored stockings?**
0:
Elly Beeman—‘‘It’s a nice day, don’t you think?”
Davvy—'‘No, not on a nice day.’’ (Nor ever!)
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