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Vol. VIII APRIL 1912 No. 4
LITERARY DEPARTMENT
ECHOES OF SPRING.
The meadows have awakened
To spring’s glad, joyful call,
And the birds are flying north-
ward
To herald the message to all.
The dainty arbutus blossoms,
And the violets with purple hue,
Spring forth from dear old
mother earth
To whisper their message to
you.
With a swish and a laugh and a
murmur,
As gaily they ripple along,
Playing hide-and-go-seek with
the sunbeams,
The brooklets sing their joyous
song.
So when you roam through the
woodlands,
And hear soft, low whisperings,
Don’t run away, but listen,
For they are the echoes of
Spring.
H. H. M., ’t2.
“A MISTAKE IN IDENTITY.”
“T do dislike to go without you,
Aunt Jane. Why, I have never
seen Mrs. Wayne or been at her
house.”
“Elizabeth will be so disap-
pointed if you don’t go and dine
with her while you are here. You
know she is my old schoolmate
and I have told her so much about
you that you wont seem like a
stranger. Here I am, too helpless
to do anything. I don’t see why
I had to sprain my ankle at the
most inconvenient time.”
Jack sighed as he saw the dis-
appointed expression on his aunt’s
face, as she leaned back in her
chair, adjusting now the spec-
tacles on her nose, now some
hairpins in her neat coil of black
hair, lastly smoothing her neat
apron, after a careful examination
of her neat pocket handkerchief.
“And, next, Aunt Jane, what
shall I talk about? Some of our
college sports, football games, so-
ciety, or—?”
“Talk about?” his aunt replied.
“Talk about cats and you will
win her heart. She has two an-
14 THE CRIMSON AND WHITE
gora cats, Prince Charles and
Princess Mary, and lots of other
cats.’
“Where does she live?” Jack
asked, putting his hands in his
pockets and pacing the floor.
“At two-forty-six Salina street.”
“At two-four-six; one times
two are two, and two are four and
two are six; two-four-six.” Jack
repeated this to himself several
times. “ That’s a clever way to
remember numbers. Well, I will
go. I dare say I shall live
through it,” Jack said, looking at
his watch. “I had better get
dressed or I shall be late.”
A few minutes later Jack called
up to his aunt from the foot of the
stairs, “IT am ready.”
“Did you write down the num-
ber?”
weveg)”
“Don’t forget to talk about
cats, for I want you to make a
good impression.”
“ Good bye, I’m off.”
After a short ride on a trolley
car he found himself on Salina
street.
“Oh, shucks; I forgot to take
that card I wrote the number on.
Now, what shall I do? I can re-
member it. Two times two are
four, and two are six, and two are
eight, four, six, eight. Yes, that’s
the number. I wonder why other
people never think of remember-
ing numbers this way.”
Alighting from the car, he soon
found the desired number. A
maid answered the ring.
“T hope Im not late,” he said,
entering and taking off his coat.
“Why — um — Is,” the maid
started to say.
“Yes, it is very cold out,” Jack
suggested, “very,” as he walked
into the parlor.
The maid went to her mistress.
“ Were you expecting company?”
“ No,’ her mistress replied.
“Well, there is a young man in
the parlor who says that he hopes
he is not late.”
“T will go, Mary, and see. It
must be some mistake.”
“T must make a good impres-
sion,” Jack thought, as she came
in the room. He greeted his
aunt's old school friend very
warmly, and escorted her to a
chair, talking so fast that he did
not give her time to say a word.
“How are Prince Charles and
Princess Mary? I suppose they
are the best of their kind, I can
hardly wait to see them, We all
love cats at home. I had a little
black cat, and one day it killed
our canary, but I thought so much
of the cat that I would not let
anyone punish it.’
“Gee,” Jack thought, “ that
ought to make a hit.”
“Now, I wonder what I have
done?” Jack almost spoke aloud,
as he saw the horrified expression
on her face. “This is worse than
Caesar.”
“Will you please excuse me,”
she said, rising and walking out
of the room.
“O, Mary, that man is crazy,
insane! He is so anxious to see
Prince Charles and Princess
Mary, and they have been dead
for ages. What shall I do? I
know. You telephone to’ the po-
lice, or rather have some one else
’phone, or he might hear you. I
will go back now until they
come.”
“No, mother, I will go,’ volun-
teered her daughter Agnes, who
was about eighteen years of age.
Opening a writing desk she took
from one of it’s drawers a revol-
ver and hid it in her blouse.
“T’m not afraid to go in now, and
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if he gets very violent I'll use
this” (meaning the revolver).
“Aunt Jane didn’t tell me they
had a daughter,” Jack thought,
as he saw Agnes come into the
room. “ Gee, but she is pretty. I
hope my necktie is on straight. I
wonder if she likes cats, too. I’ve
got to make a better impression.’
Agnes, not knowing what to
say in the presence of an insane
man, stared intently out of the
window.
Jack talked continuously on dif-
ferent subjects, but as she did not
seem to be interested in any of
them, he started to talk about
cats.
“What a handsome young
man,” Agnes thought. “It is too
bad he has such a terrible afflic-
tion.”
“Tell me,” Jack said, “ some of
the tricks Prince Charles can do?
Are his eyes green? I like those
kind better than any other, be-
cause their tails are so bushy,
something like a squirrel’s.”
“ Confound it,’ Jack thought, as
Agnes looked more uneasy than
ever, and kept looking at some-
thing in her blouse. “ Confound
it, what has gone wrong now?”
Poor Jack sat twisting and turn-
ing in his chair.
“© dear, won’t they ever come?
He may have a violent attack any
moment.” Then a footstep was
heard.
Jack looked up and to his sur-
prise he saw two policemen, the
maid and his aunt’s old school-
mate standing in the doorway.
Jack looked at them in amaze-
ment.
“ Gee-whiz! I wonder if I had
better talk about cats now,” Jack
thought, but before he had time
to ask the meaning of the situa-
tion another step was heard, then
a young man appeared. When he
saw the two policemen, his
mother and Mary, he looked even
more astonished than the rest of
them, until he saw Jack. Jack
recognized him as his college
friend, Fred Cary.
“Jack Elder, in the name of
Heaven, what’s the meaning of
this?”
“Tsn’t this Mrs. Wayne’s home
—four-sixty-eight Salina street?”
Jack inquired.
“Tt is four-sixty-eight, all right,
but I never heard of Mrs. Wayne.
This house is my mother’s, Mrs.
Cary, and this is my sister
Agnes.”
“Well, I don’t know how I
ever came to make such a mess of
it. I started out to dine with my
aunt’s old schoolmate, and, well—
here I am.’
“a-ha, Daisy, you wouldn’t
have to tell anybody that you
were a freshman. I suppose it
is one of the four-eleven method
schemes of remembering num-
bers, eh?”
Turning to the policeman, Fred
explained: “There is a mistake
here. We won’t need you.”
Then the mother inquired, “ If
you are not insane why did you
talk about Prince Charles and
Princess Mary?”
A smile began to spread over
Jack’s face. “I dont wonder you
thought me crazy,” and how he
laughed! He then explained that
his aunt’s friend was very fond of
cats, and two of the angora cats
were named Prince Charles and
Princess Mary. “And Aunt Jane
told me to talk about cats and I
would make a good impression,”
he ended.
When Mrs. Cary could get her
breath after much laughter, she
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said: “You must stay and dine
with us.”
“No, I can’t stay,” Jack said,
looking at his watch. “TI will
have just time to get there. Some
other time, perhaps.”
After a date had been agreed
upon for Jack to come and dine
with them, he caught the laugh-
ing eyes of Agnes, and, as he was
going down the stairs he decided,
“Not so bad a mistake after all.”
D,-RaP IS)
“RONALD.”
Jack Reynolds was through his
Sophomore year at Yale, and was
so full of good spirits upon his un-
expected passing of all subjects
that he resolved to let his mirth
get the better of his discretion
and to play a practical joke upon
someone, he cared not whom. He
tried many of these jokes upon his
room-mate, but his success was
short-lived, as he was always
“paid back’ with celerity.
But he had an inspiration upon
receiving one of his sister Flor-
ence’s letters. Here at last would
be a good place for his joke.
He adored his sister, and as a
boy, although she was but three
years his senior, Florence was the
only one who could control him.
If he wanted to play ball upon
the lawn, his mother’s and aunt’s
pleadings were of no avail, until
his determined young sister or-
dered him gravely to go and play
in the street, and he always went,
Frequently, however, he gave
way to the temptation to tease
her, and now he immediately sat
down and wrote the following
letter:
“Yale College,
June 9, 19¢—.
“Dear Sis—
Hurrah, I’ll be home in a week!
Have my things most all packed
in advance. Guess what? I
passed all my exams. !
Well, now, to get to the sub-
ject. I am going to bring com-
pany home. He’s a jolly good fel-
low and I know you'll like him.
He rooms with me.” (The said
room-mate was now poking his
shaggy head upon Jack s knee and
licking his hands eagerly with a
rough tongue, for this “com-
pany ” was none other than a big
shepherd dog, who shared all his
young master’s privileges with
‘ the fellows. ’)
“T am looking forward expec-
tantly,” the letter continued, “to
the time when you may meet him.
He is the kind that girls fall in
love with and I’m hoping — oh,
well, never mind what Im hop-
ing, but you know, Flo., you’r a
mighty attractive girl!”
He mischievously concluded:
“T can not describe the numer-
ous charms of his manner and ap-
pearance, but his brown eyes are
his most beautiful features, and
exactly match your dark hair. I
know you admire athletes, so I
will add that he is the best run-
ner in college, and is particularly
skilled in the arts of hunting. I
will expect a favorable answer be-
fore Tuesday, when I leave.
“Yours,
“Jack.”
When Florence received this
letter she felt that she would be
very much pleased with—why,
Jack hadn’t mentioned his name!
How strange! Well, she would
write to-morrow and ask him.
She did not find time the next
day, nor the next, consequently
on Tuesday her eager letter
reached a very repentant brother,
“Oh, heavens, what I have got
myself into! I hate to disappoint
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the girl so, but I guess I'll have
to!” Jack murmured disconso-
lately to a smiling photograph of
his room-mate, Tom Jefferson,
which stood upon the table. For
awhile he gazed unseeingly at it,
then suddenly he fairly beamed.
“Why, of all things! Of course
hell do it. Hey, Tom, old boy,
where are you?”
“ He’s down playing ball on the
campus,” was growled in a deep
bass from the front room, “ Can’t
you shut up and let me pack in
peace?”
“Sure, I’m going to now,’ re-
plied Jack, cheerfully, as he went
in search of his friend.
He found Tom, told him the
story of his doings, and was re-
ceived with sympathetic laugh-
ter. “Of course I will, old fel-
low. Glad to do it. I wasn’t
going home until next week, any-
way.”
Suddenly Jack interrupted, in
downcast tones, “ No, you wont,
Tom. I especially described his
eyes as a beautiful brown, and
your’s happen to be blue. Oh,
Jimminy, what’ll Ido. Can’t you
change their color, Tom?”
His friend was sorry for such
an unfortunate preventive also,
and poor Jack went sadly in
search of some fellow with brown
eyes. But alas, he was forced to
return to his room without suc-
cess, for the eligible ones all had
other plans, and deciding to keep
up the farce no longer, he penned
the following to Flo:
“Ronald Curtis can't come.
Unfortunate event detained him.
“ Jack.”
He went to the telegraph office
and sent the dispatch that was to
disappoint his sister so.
He next bade good-bye to all his
chums and, followed by much
laughter on behalf of his ill-luck,
was borne by the train toward
home.
Presently a young fellow en-
tered with a bundle of papers,
which he presented to an elderly
man, from whom he received a
sum of money. This young man
was very good-looking, and pos-
sessed a pair of very bright brown
eyes, that seemed the soul of hon-
esty.
Jack had been looking at him
without much interest, when, sud-
denly he jumped from his seat
and unceremoniously grabbed the
fellow with the brown eyes by the
coat-tail.
“Say, I'd like to talk to you a
moment. Can you spare me any
time?” Jack asked hurriedly. He
was answered in a pleasant voice
and greeter by an equally pleas-
ant, though slightly puzzled
smile. He followed Jack to his
seat and accepted his invitation
to sit down.
In an anything but calm man-
ner Jack related the tale of his
misfortunes and in a blundering
way made his request. He was
received by a surprised silence at
first, and after much pleading on
Jack’s part, and hesitancy on the
young man’s, the agreement was
made, that the latter whose name
was Richard Parker, would spend
two weeks at “ Vine Cottage,” as
Jack's college friend.
Jack, in his hurry, had forgot-
ten to tell Dick, as he insisted
upon being called, the name he
was to bear during those two
weeks, and when they reached
the depot Jack left his newly
made friend, in order to check
his baggage.
Dick went out upon the steps
for a moment and found before
him a tall, handsome girl of some
78 THE CRIMSON AND WHITE
twenty summers. Her hair
greatly increased her beauty, be-
ing of a rich, reddish brown and
waving becomingly about her
white forehead. He guessed im-
mediately that this must be Jack’s
sister, and without fear of results
he stepped bravely to her and as
he extended his hand said, “ Miss
Florence, I believe?”
“Oh,” Miss Florence replied
eagerly, “You are Jack’s friend.
I am so glad you could come,
after all, Mr. ——,” only to stop
in embarrassment, and blushingly
say, “Oh, Ive forgotten your
name and Jack told me, too.”
Poor Dick was undecided and
as he was about to give his own
name, Jack appeared, and scent-
ing danger when he saw them to-
gether, hailed them joyfully.
“ Hello, Sis, I see you’r already
acquainted with Ron,” he cried,
as he embraced her. “That's
right, you have saved me the
trouble of an introduction.’
“Well, Jack, I have forgotten
his name and he was just going
to tell me as you came,” retorted
his sister.
“Now, I will introduce you af-
ter all. His name is Ronald Cur-
tis, known as Ron in Yale,” Jack
said quickly to Dick’s unspeak-
able relief.
This disaster averted, the trio,
talking merrily, made its way to
the house.
A few days later Florence
Reynolds and Dick Parker, alias
Ronald Curtis, were seated upon
the porch alone and chatting of
things for which they held the
greatest interest.
“Are you much interested in
athletics?’ questioned Miss Rey-
nolds.
“Why not especially,” replied
her victim, innocently.
“Not in running?” persisted
Florence, suspiciously.
“Well, I never had a very
great interest in it. I always
liked baseball and football bet-
ter,” answered her brother’s ally,
still unconscious of the dangerous
ground upon which he was tread-
ing.
“Jack said you were the best
runner in Yale,” protested that
young man’s sister vigorously.
“Ronald” answered sooth-
ingly, when he had recovered
from this shock, “You see I do
run a little, but it is Jack’s nature
to flatter.”
“ However, I know better,” in-
sisted the mischief-maker’s sister,
“you are simply modest over
your accomplishments. Jack says
you are a great hunter, too. Won’t
you please tell me some of your
experiences, Mr. Curtis?’
Here, however, the trembling
“Mr. Curtis” was rescued by the
sound of the dinner gong.
One week more than “ Ronald
Curtis’” allotted two passed, but
that young man seemed yet in
no hurry to go. The entire house-
hold were, in figurative language,
upon their knees before him, and
the affection with which he was
regarded, was enough to turn a
less sensible young man’s head.
One afternoon as Jack was en-
gaged in various occupations in
his room, he was interrupted by a
knock upon his (door. He an-
swered it and Dick, who had
grown to be almost like a brother
to the grateful boy, entered.
This afternoon Dick did not
seem like himself and upon Jack's
question he burst into a rather
incoherent strain, something as
follows :
“Now, you see, Jack, I really
didn’t think IT would but I did
THE CRIMSON AND WHITE 719
and I don’t know what you'll say
but I’m going to tell you. I’m
not an awfully bad fellow and I
hate to ask you, but ”
“Good heavens, my boy, what
are you talking about. Go ahead!
Do you want to borrow some
money or do you want to go
home? ’
“No, but you see I love Flor-
ence and I haven’t asked her yet,
but I think I have a chance. Why,
Jack, what’s the matter? Don’t
you want me to ask her or won't
she have me?”
Jack knew his sister’s proud
nature and that although she
might love a man very much, if
he were not her social equal, she
would never marry him, no mat-
ter what pain her pride cost her.
He had never questioned Dick
concerning his life or family,
although many times his friend
had received letters, presumably
written by his parents. Jack him-
self was not particular on such
matters, deeming it nonsense, so
he found it rather hard to explain
to Dick the cause of his silence.
After a painful interval, he suc-
ceeded in making his reasons
clear. He gently, but firmly, told
his friend that although he had
no objections, and was sure the
rest of the family would welcome
him gladly, that Florence would
feel the social difference between
them.
A moment’s bewildered silence
on Dick’s part then the latter said,
proudly: “ Say, Reynolds, who do
you think I am anyway? Id like
to know.”
It was: now Jack's turn to be
surprised. “ Why, what do you
mean?” he stammered confus-
edly. “TI thought you were a
news-boy on the train. You came
in with
a bundle of papers,
handed them to a gentleman and
received money in return. What
does it all mean? This is a mys-
tery indeed!”
“Oh, my,” laughed the “ news-
boy,’ in relieved tones, “Is that
all? That man was Dad, for
whom I had just bought some
papers. The pay was a cheque to
last me through my month’s va-
cation, for I was bound for the
mountains. I just graduated from
Harvard this year. Now every-
thing is cleared up, what do you
say to my first question?”
“Oh, Dick, old boy, shake
hands! Need you ask my answer?
Then your father is that famous
broker we hear so much of,
Charles Edward Parker?”
“Sure is. Say, Jack, we just de-
cided everything’s all right, but
have you forgotten that my name
is not ‘Ronald Curtis?’”
“Great Scott! What will we
do? Flo is the soul of honor!”
cried Jack, in horror.
“Oh, I might as well give up!”
sighed his friend, despondently.
“Now, Dick, do you suppose
T'll let you do that? I was the
cause of this so I'll go right to
Flo and explain. Keep up your
courage! You wait here and in
ten minutes I’ll be back with the
good news. If I rap three times
it’s all right and four means no
hope. Of course, it will be three!
Don’t worry, Dick,” announced
Jack, cheerily, as he hurried
away.
Dick sat anxiously, watch in
hand. Five minutes, ten minutes,
fifteen minutes. Hark! was that
a rap? No, only a woodpecker
tapping the bark of that maple
tree. Twenty, twenty-five. There
—the raps! After an annoying
lack of speed, he counted—three!
EB, Big ia,
80 THE CRIMSON AND WHITE
AN AWFUL CALAMITY.
A handsome, tall girl with dark
blue eyes, very dark curly eye-
lashes and quantities of curling
black hair, walked into a class-
room of the Topeka High School.
She was evidently very excited
for she seemed on the verge of
tears. A group of girls crowded
around her with words of sym-
pathy, and her chum, hugging her
tightly, exclaimed earnestly :
“Poor old Flo! Why didn’t
you tell us that that some one
was ill at home? Were so sorry!
Of course, you are going right
home?”
Florence Gilroy looked at her
schoolmates with surprise, then
she said slowly, “Oh, I didn’t
think you knew! I guess I’m
making a mountain out of a mole-
hill, but there is no reason why I
should go home! Professor Win-
throp didn’t give me permission!
As for some one at home being
”
“What! He said you couldn’t
go home?’ interrupted her
schoolmates. “Oh, how mean!
I'd go anyway!”
Flo understood by this time
that they did not mean her fail-
ure in chemistry exam. and was
about to question them when one
of the teachers came up and said
briefly: “Professor Winthrop
wishes to see Miss Gilroy in the
office.”
With strange forebodings Flor-
ence obeyed the summons. Pro-
fessor Winthrop, with a kindly
smile, handed her a telegram. At
she read it through, her face
blanched and in a low tone she
asked that she might be excused
as it contained bad news.
“ Certainly, poor child!’ he an-
swered, gently. “Your teacher
just brought this telegram to me
and now don’t worry about chem-
istry! I'll see what can be
done!”
Florence thanked him and hur-
riedly prepared herself for the
journey home. She had quite a
long ride before her and as she
boarded the nine forty-five train
she reflected that she would be at
home about noon. She read over
and over those words which stir-
red her so deeply —
“Come home to mother at
once. Some one very dear to us
has succumbed te a deadly poi-
son.”
She thought, with a sob in her
throat, of her wee baby sister and
of her chubby-faced brother. For
one hour she fought for self-con-
trol and at last she gave in and
sobbed hysterically. The passen-
gers regarded her with sympa-
thetic eyes and when she left the
train at Reading, se heard them
murmur softly:
“Poor child! Bad news, most
likely!”
She walked hurriedly, almost
ran, up the familiar road and with
quickened pulses she turned from
the main road to pass through a
little white gate. Suddenly she
stopped in astonishment and ut-
tered a gasp of surprise, for
around the corner of the house
there came, carried in a wooden
box on the shoulders of his sor-
rowing playmates, her brother's
bull-pup, ferocious-looking even
in death. H. F.C. ’14.
A SPOOKY NIGHT.
“What shall we do this even-
ing?” It was Margaret who
spoke, but the same thought was
in the minds of all the young peo-
ple, as they rose from the supper
table. It was the first time such
a question had been asked in all
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the happy weeks which Elizabeth
had spent at her friend’s home;
but it had finally arisen.
“T know what I shall do,” said
Dr. Gordon, coming back from
answering a _ telephone call;
“Mrs. Graham tells me that her
baby is very sick. I expect it will
be somewhere in the small hours
before I get away out there and
back.”
After the Doctor had started
off, eighteen-year-old Donald sug-
gested, “ Let’s go into the library,
turn out the lights, and tell ghost
stories.’ This suggestion was en-
thusiastically received, but Mrs.
Gordon demurred, on the ground
that they would all have night-
mares,
However, as every one seemed
to want it, she withdrew her ob-
jection, but insisted that all the
lights should not be turned off.
Henry began. He told of fright-
ful story of how he was chased
over the housetops of New York
in his night-shirt by “ His Satanic
Majesty,” and having to leap from
the top of a skyscraper to escape
him. This remarkable episode
was followed by others more or
less thrilling, till the girls began
to feel rather shaky about their
knees. Then Donald said cas-
ually, “Oh, I don’t suppose any
of you people knew that this
house was haunted, did you?”
Margaret jumped up as though
she had been sitting on a tack all
this time without knowing it.
“This house! Why, Donald,
you're only fooling, aren’t you?
We've lived here five years, and
we've never yet seen a-a-any-
thing! ’ she exclaimed.
“Fooling! Oh, dear, no. Prob-
ably we've never been in the
proper place when the ghost
walked — that is, in the haunted
room.”
“The haunted room! What
room?” This time the exclama-
tions were from the younger
members of the family. “ Tell us
about it, please!”
“Well,” Donald began slowly,
“this all happened in the spare
room away up stairs, that we ve
never used. It’s right above
father’s and mother’s room, you
know,” he explained to Elizabeth,
“and sort of separated from the
rest of the house.”
But here Margaret interrupted.
“Donald, where did you hear
about this?” she demanded.
“Oh, the other day I happened
to meet the man who used to own
this house, and he told me that
was why he left it. ‘ Nix, " Don-
ald added, under his breath, but
I was the only one who heard
him.
“Oh, Donald, please tell us
about it, and do hurry up,” beg-
ged his younger brother.
“Why, there’s nothing much to
tell. About fifteen years ago a
wicked old woman used to live
up in that room. A poorer class
of people lived in this vicinity
then, and they were all afraid of
her. Some said she was a witch.
Whenever anything was stolen in
the neighborhood she was blamed
for it, although she was far too
sly to give them any opportunity
to prove it. Her almost constant
companion was a black cat of ex-
traordinary size, with eyes that,
in the dark, had a terrible habit
of gleaming at one like two fiery
balls.
“But at last the old woman
was detected in her thieving, and
one day a couple of police officers
came to the house, by great luck
found her in the room, and, after
82 THE CRIMSON AND WHITE
a search, discovered some stolen
goods which she had hastily con-
cealed. So she was taken away
in their custody. Well, the cat
had been away at the time, prob-
ably foraging on its own account,
but when it came back it waited
in vain for its mistress. It hung
about the room day after day;
and night after night kept watch,
but she never appeared, as she
had died in prison, Finally, the
cat died, too, of old age. For a
long while the room remained un-
tenated.
“The story runs that every
month, on the same day on which
the old woman was taken away,
her ghost and that of the black
cat returned to the room and watch
for the two men who arrested
her. According to that they
ought to be almost here by now.”
“Oh, Donald, that’s awful in
you! We'll all be too scared to
go to bed,’ protested Margaret.
“Why, you girls aren’t afraid
of ghosts, are you?” was the in-
tentionally surprised reply.
“Oh, my, no,” said his sister,
“Dut — well, but ”
“Oh, yes, we all know,’ inter-
rupted Donald with a laugh. “All
but. Tf you're not afraid of ghosts,
though, why don’t you and Eliz-
abeth sleep up there to-night?”
But this the mother absolutely
forbade, and added: “If your
father were home, Donald, you
would get a sound scolding for
inventing such a fable just before
bedtime;” for, of course, Mrs.
Gordon declared the story false.
Finally it was decided that Don-
ald and Henry should sleep in the
haunted chamber.
The boys got to sleep about an
hour later. Shortly after two
o'clock Henry awakened with a
start, after a dream of ghosts and
,
hobgoblins. He stared at the foot
of the bed for a minute to gather
his wits together and then let his
eyes wander about the room. Sud-
denly his muscles tightened, he
drew in his breath sharply, and
clutched the bed clothes with both
hands. What was that in the
corner?
Two eyes of fire glared at him
from the darkness, and a dim
shape loomed behind. Instinc-
tively he looked for the old wo-
man; and, sure enough, near the
window a shadowy figure was
standing, and—horror of hor-
rors!—he could see the dark
window frame through the trans-
parent form!
For a minute that seemed an
hour, he was paralyzed with fear.
Then he seized his brother, and
shook him again and again.
Would he never wake up?
“What’s the fuss?” came Don-
ald’s sleepy voice.
“Look! Look!” Henry gasped.
“Tn the corner!”
Donald looked — and even that
young gentleman showed signs of
apprehension. “Here,” he rea-
soned with himself, “this won’t
do. That white shadow is easily
enough explained. That’s the
window curtain. But those things
in the corner -——”
“Oh, it moved,” breathed
Henry. “Donald! What are
they.?”
“Why,’ whispered Donald, as
confidently as he could, under the
circumstances, “that — white
thing’s only the curtain, and
those ”
But here they heard their moth-
er’s voice from the room below:
“Ts that you, George? You must
be tired out. How is little Mar-
jorie Graham?”
“She is beyond the danger
j
THE CRIMSON AND WHITE 83
point, but she has been a pretty
sick baby,’ replied their father.
“ Have you been in bed long?”
“Quite a while. The children
told ghost stories before they
went to bed, and Donald invented
an awful tale, making that bed-
room upstairs a haunted room,
He and Henry are sleeping up
there now. I have been listening
to hear them scream, but I guess
it’s past time for the ghost to
walk now.”
“That wasn’t the best thing to
do before going to bed, was it?”
said the good Doctor. “ But never
mind, ‘ boys will be boys,’ I guess
Vl just turn this light down a
little, Mary. Oh, dear! I didn’t
mean to turn it clear out, but I'll
just leave it that way now. Good-
night.”
The two glaring eyes had sud-
denly disappeared. Donald kicked
himself hard under the blankets.
“Well, I am stupid!” he ex-
claimed. “ Why, I disconnected
those pipes myself! You see,
Henry, those two eyes were made
by the light coming from down-
stairs through two holes in the
floor, that were used for pipes to
reach an old stove we once had
up here.’
“We're a pair of fools,” com-
mented Henry in a relieved tone;
and after a little more conversa-
tion and laughter, the “pair of
fools” dropped off into sound
sleep, not to awaken till morning.
D.E. E, ’14,
“IT didn’t notice you at the
mothers’ congress.”
“No,” replied the woman ad-
dressed, “I’m not a_ theoretical
mother, you know. I have six.”—
Philadelphia Ledger.
To-Day.
There is opportunity to do good
to some one to-day. There is a
battle going on to-day in which we
shall be victors or vanquished. To-
day the hand of God is open to
pour out blessings on each of us.
To-day the Kingdom of God will
make some progress within each of
us if we are true to ourselves and
our Lord, To-day we shall take a
long step toward our eternal home.
To-day something shall be built
into our character ; shall it be good
or bad? We may make some de-
cision to-day which will determine
our destiny. To-day the voice of
the Lord is sounding within us,
Shall we hear, or shall we forbear?
“To-day if ye will hear his voice
harden not your hearts.”—Chris-
tian Advocate.
Company.
Doorbell started ringing,
Filled us with dismay ;
Father got his collar,
And put his pipe away ;
Mother in a hurry
Straightened up the room;
Aunt Jane looked it over,
And swept it with a broom.
Sis got some powder
An’ put it on her nose,
Told me she would cuff me
Unless I brushed my clothes.
There we all sat smiling,
Neat as we could be,
Everything all ready
‘To pour a cup of tea.
Then the door was opened—
T am laughing still!
’Twasn’t anybody
But a feller with a bill!
—The Youth's Magazine.
Laziness grows on people; it be-
gins in cobwebs and ends in iron
chains.—Sir Matthew Hale,
84. THE CRIMSON AND WHITE
THE
CRIMSON and WHITE
Vol, VIII Aupany, N. ¥, Aprit, 1912, No. 4
Published Every Two Months during the School
Year by the Students of the N. H. S.
‘TERMS OF SUBSCRIPTION
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Singlecopies, => + = * at
BOARD OF EDITORS
Epiror-in-Cuier
Katuarine GoLpRING, '12
Epitn WALLACE, Assistant Editor
Geroline F. Lansing, "12 = = { Literary
Marian Domary,"13, 0 = + Editors
Ethel T,Moat,"12 + + + School Editor
Florence Gale, ‘13 : + Alumni Editor
Loretta Reilley. "13 - Exchange Editor
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Edward Brandow, ‘13: + Managers
Newton Bacon, ’12 : + {Advertising
John Butler, "14 + + Agents
The coming of Spring brings
with it the desire to be out-of-
doors as much as possible. This
desire is natural, but to satisfy it
we should not neglect our school
life at this critical period. These
last weeks decide the success or
failure of the whole school year
and though we may feel disin-
clined to do so, we should bend
all our efforts to our work.
To be sure, the same zest and
spirit with which we started the
school year in September are now
lacking. The warm Spring
months are not conducive to
study, and Nature, with all her
allurements beckons us through
the window to come out and play.
But let us put temptation behind
us, shut our ears to too frequent
calls from Nature and before we
know it June will be here with
its promise of a long rest when
we may “put the books to bed.”
ALUMNI NOTES.
Elizabeth Gardiner, of the class
of 1903, is teaching on Staten
Island.
Roger Fuller, a graduate of
1906, was in Albany a short time
ago.
Jessie Williams, 1903, has re-
cently been married to Mr, Schu-
mann, of New York,
Warren Vosburgh, a graduate
of 1910, who is a sophomore at
Union College, is a member of
the Mandolin and Banjo clubs
and also a participant in the Col-
lege band.
Joseph Mulcahy, class of 1911,
is taking a post-graduate course
at the N. H. S.
Sadie Rouse, a graduate of the
class of 1902, is teaching on Long
Island.
George Anderson, a graduate
of the class of 1910, is attending
State Normal College.
SCHOOL NOTES.
Miss Switzer has left the Sen-
ior class.
Alice Gazeley and Marguerite
Taylor are ill.
Miss Aisles, Mr. Kane, Mr.
Ryan and Mr. Murnane have left
school.
Members of the Senior class
very cleverly rendered scenes
from Shakespeare’s _ tragedy,
“Macbeth ” in the auditorium.
The Juniors splendidly enter-
tained the Seniors on February
16th at a valentine party in the
gymnasium. Ropes of hearts and
pennants decorated the room and
refreshments and dancing were
enjoyed. The chaperons were
—*
——2..
THE CRIMSON AND WHITE 85
Misses Cushing, Shaver and Cle-
ment and Prof. Sayles.
Quintilian Literary Society has
begun anew. We wish it success
and hope it will soon be a rival of
Zeta Sigma Society.
The Athletic Association is plan-
ning to give a dance in the future.
SOCIETY NOTES.
Zeta Sigma.
Several of our members have
been ill this winter. Miss Gazeley
and Miss Switzer are not yet able
to return.
Our new members, the Sopho-
more girls, are a fine addition to
the society. The interest which
they show in the meetings is
highly commendable.
Miss Jeffrey, our vice-presi-
dent, is arranging a very interest-
ing series of programs. On March
26th a debate was the chief feat-
ure. The proposition was: “ Re-
solved that all women should be
given the suffrage.” Those on the
affirmative side were the Misses
Wallace and Watt; on the nega-
tive the Misses Bissell and Baker.
The judges, the Misses Jeffrey,
Picken and Dearstyne decided in
favor of the negative side.
A new feature has been intro-
duced into our programs. Each
week some member of the society
reads a selection from the same
author from whose works the
quotations are given. Besides be-
ing decidedly interesting it is
proving to be very instructive.
Miss Sutherland visited us
lately and gave us some advice
and complimented us on our
meeting.
Quintilian Literary Society.
Once again Quintilian has
started and is meeting with great
success. Our last meetings have
been splendid with full attend-
ance. The quotations and pro-
grams have been very interesting
and beneficial. The Panelethan,
our paper has been very amusing,
also.
On Friday, March 29th, the
Misses Dinkle, Lovett, Shirtz,
Tedford and Weeks were initi-
ated. After they had passed
through this trying ordeal, they
and the other members enjoyed
a feast and dancing.
The officers of the society are:
President — Harriet Tedford.
Secretary — Marion Hanley.
Editor — Eleanor Dunn.
Marshal — Dorothy Hines.
Mistress of Ceremonies — Mar-
guerite Clark.
Theta Nu.
The meetings of Theta Nu
have been very interesting for the
last ten weeks of school. Many
good recitations and _ readings
have been enjoyed, especially
those of Messrs. Hare, Butler and
Molitor. At the last meeting of
Theta Nu quotations were given
from Bryant, among the most
worthy of note were those of Mr.
Wentworth and Mr. Goewey.
Mr. Ferguson gave an interesting
talk on the automobile industry
at a recent meeting, this was en-
joyed by all.
A very pleasant evening was
spent at the home of Mr. Goewey
by the members and their friends.
Vive hundred was played and re-
freshments enjoyed. Mr. Meyers
86 THE CRIMSON AND WHITE
won the gentlemen’s prize while
Miss Noyes was the fortunate
one of the ladies present.
The members are planning to
give their annual outing some
time in June, the committee com-
prises Mr. Goewey, Mr. Went-
worth, Mr. Belknap and Mr.
Hane. The annual stag ride of
the society is also being planned,
although no committee has been
appointed as yet.
Adelphoi.
During the past ten weeks the
meetings of Adelphoi have been
excellent and the attendance has
been large.
Selections from plays have
been rendered at various meet-
ings in which Messrs. Bacon and
Raynsford featured. Another
pleasing addition has been the
solos of Mr. Relyea.
Prof. Sayles has been elected
an honorary member. Messrs.
Ryan, Relyea and Minkler have
been initiated and received into
membership.
On Saturday evening, March 9,
the Adelphoi enjoyed a stag party
at the home of Mr. Covey. Five
hundred was played, after which
Mr. Relyea favored us with some
piano selections, A supper was
then served, which was heartily
enjoyed by all.
The following officers have
been elected for the third quarter,
1912:
President, Richard Kirk.
Vice-President, Newton Bacon.
Secretary, Edward Brandow,
Treasurer, Chester Long.
Sergeant-at-Arms, Erwin Han-
na.
Chaplin, Edward McDowell.
Master of Ceremonies, Nelson
Covey.
Persistent effort on the part of
the editors has brought a great
many of our exchanges to a high
standard. In no place is this
more noticeable than in the edi-
torials. The editors have ceased
to rave over singing birds and
flying snowflakes and have
adopted things of more vital in-
terest to the school.
However, this cannot be said
of most Exchange departments.
In the beginning of the year in
every magazine we received we
read all sorts of eulogiums of Ex-
change departments, dwelling
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more or less upon the benefits de-
rived therefrom. Eight months
have passed away. How much
benefit have we received from
these criticisms? Practical sug-
gestions are scarcely ever given:
those of adverse nature though
just, are certain to receive a cut-
ting retort, whether they deserve
it or not.
Setting practicalness aside,
these criticisms evince no great
ability in the literary line. The
effect of some seems to be to fill
space. The comments are ex-
pressed in those time-worn words
— perfectly splendid,” “ well-
gotten-up,” “especially good,”
and a few more—which convey
no knowledge of the papers
value. Can anyone find the ghost
of a criticism or suggestion in:
“Welcome, come again!” “ You
look good to us,” “You are well
managed,” or “ You are unadul-
terated class” (!!!)? Yet edi-
tors offer such remar
The criticisms of the Stylus,
Iliad, News, Toka and the Critic
are too brief. Those of the Argus,
the Sentinel and the versed criti-
cisms of the Oracle are too
slangy. The comments of the
Spectator are too effusive. The
Voice, the Ledger, the Techtonian,
the Academe (Hamilton, N. Y.),
and the Russ are guiltless of ex-
change notes. The last is even in-
nocent of the courtesy of acknowl-
edging the exchanges it receives.
‘The best ciiticisms appear in the
Cue, the Criterion, the Bulletin, the
Echo, the Irvonian, the Red and
Black and the Adelphian. The com-
ments of the Shucis, the Vevrllium,
the Triangle and the Huisache are
worthy of praise. The rest are
quite commonplace.
The Annotator.
The sombre cover of the Iliad
does not give the magazine an at-
tractive appearance, nor does it sug-
gest good material within. The lit-
erary department certainly proves
that the students have responded to
the cal! made iv the December issue
for “stories of dash and imagina-
tion, and eccentric stories with new
ideas.” ‘The author of Briar Bush
House is to be felicitated on his
originality in concluding the story
as he did. In addition to these re-
marks we may say that no exchange
receives a warmer welcome than the
Iliad.
A stiffer cover would give the
Enterprise a more substantial ap-
pearance. The literary department,
although it has improved greatly,
would present a better appearance
if the essays were included under it.
The column of school notes is very
extensive for so small a paper.
There are entirely to many copied
jokes all of which are of an “an-
tique and venerable vintage.”
After reading some very favor-
able criticisms from different maga-
zines on the A. H. S. Whirlwind,
which we received for the first time
this year, we were naturally inter-
ested in it. The appearance of the
paper gave us a decided shock as
we expected a conventional school
magazine, but a thorough review
confirms the opinions of the others.
The organ for the most part is de-
voted to athletics and school happen-
ings which have a ring of school
loyalty and enthusiasm unconceived
in most periodicals.
HT, S. Argus (Harrisburg Pa.) :
Bud's Thanksgiving” is rather
inappropriate for a February num-
ber and could have easily been
88 THE CRIMSON AND WHITE
saved until next year. This num-
ber is also dedicated to Washington,
yet there is not even a paragraph
devoted to him, The remainder of
the paper is mediocre; it contains
nothing worthy of great praise or
condemnation.
We cannot compliment the Irvo-
nias too highly on its literary de-
partment. We call particular atten-
tion to the “Costa Rican Revolt.”
The practice of mingling jokes with
the exchange notes is detrimental
to an otherwise well conducted ex-
change department. On the whole
the entire arrangement of the paper
is quite commendable.
The article on German Higher
Schools in the H. S. Echo is up to
date and full of interest. The liter-
ary department for the March issue
is spoiled by the use of “ fillers” be-
tween the stories. The exchange
notes (we are not influenced to be
partial by your good opinion of us)
shows ability in that line, but the
practice of putting jokes in the said
department detracts greatly from its
appearance.
The cover design of the North
Star is attractive and the material is
certainly equal to that of the over-
age paper, yet a casual glance would
not discover this, as it would in
most magazines. It seems to us
that the quality of paper and the
type of printing used is the cause of
the uninteresting appearance it pre-
sents.
The Huisache (San Antonio,
Tex.), is a sensible, matter-of-fact
periodical and, to judge from the
extensive advertising section, is also
a pecuniary success. The dots
around the cut on the January num-
ber may be symbolical, but to us
they are vividly suggestive of red
pepper.
The H. S. Recorder has increased
in size and improved wonderfully.
“A Bas-Relief in Clay” seems
rather impossible to us. Any girl
with the slightest glimmering of
sense would detect something wrong
when she received two proposals of
such a different nature apparently
from the same man.
The Adelphian abounds in lively
stories of no mean merit. A “ Ro-
mance of St. Stephen’s Reign,”
“Those Angelic Twins?” have
been surpassed by no magazine on
our exchange list.
The Triangle is in every respect
a perfect paper. “ Mike Chorister
and Captain,” and “A Touching
Ballad” are very laughable. We
notice your intention of mentioning
only the exchanges of especial merit
but we advise adding one or two of
“especial demerit.” Although we
have exchanged faithfully with
every magazine on our list, there are
almost one-third of those which we
received last year that have not
once responded to our “ please ex-
change.” However, we gratefully
acknowledge the following :
For January—The Enterprise,
the Red and Black, H. S. Argus,
Comus, the Sentinel, the Huisache.
For February—The Gleamer,
Huische, the Enterprise, the Spec-
tator, the Tattler, the Recorder
(Winchester), the Bulletin, H. S.
Review, Red and Black, H. S. Ar-
gus, the Russ, the Ledger. the
Voice, Iliad, the News.
For March—Comus, the Vevil-
lium, the H. S. Critic.
THE CRIMSON AND WHITE 89
Current Events in the Class of
Ig12.
Did you like Macbeth? Didn’t
Mr. Wentworth make an excellent
villian and didn’t he and his leading
lady quarrel realistically ?
Carolyn Gauger, a former “ anti,”
has joined the ranks and will lead
in the Suffragette Parade on Sat-
urday, May 5.
New Prays AND THEIR ACTORS.
The Spring Maid. . Irving Goewey
The Fatted Calf....Newton Bacon
Little Boy Blue. . -Bill Walsh
The Matinee Idol ..............-
H. Gibson Wentworth
The Prodigal Son....... Jack Ellis
Alberta—* Oh I just love Mac-
beth.” And now they are wonder-
ing whether she meant the play or
the leading man.
Miss Fox—Mr. Hayford, where
is your Latin Prose?”
Orville—* My brother couldn't
do it last night.”
The History Class had quite a
surprise the other day. Goewey
remained in class the whole period.
New Booxs ano THerr AurHors.
“Girls I Have Met”.............
H. G. Wentworth
“ How to Behave in Class”........
H. Ruth Tedford
“ Proposals I Have Had”........
Helen Merchant
“Love in a Bungalow”. . i
Alberta O’Connor
Miss Jacobs—‘“ What is the dif-
ference between a bill and a law?”
Hane—“ One is the beginning—
the other the end.
Famitiar Quotations AMONG THE
SENroRS.
Mr. Wentworth—* My dearest
love.”
Miss O’Connor—‘ Great Glamis
—Worthy Caudor.”
Mr. Hayford—* Oh, horror—
horror—horror !”
Mr, Ellis—* Strange murmuring
i’ the air.”
Miss Goldring—‘Alas, poor mon-
key!”
Mr. Walsh—* What is amiss?”
Mr. Goewey—“ Oh—by whom?”
Mr. Bacon—* See—See our hon-
ored hostess.”
!
90 THE CRIMSON AND WHITE
Mr. Delany—“ Knock, Knock,
Knock.”
Ever noticed Bert look up when
“Doc.” is mentioned ?
Miss Clement—* Start at—‘ but
alas you are not all here,’ Miss
Brate.”
Jestings.
“A jest’s prosperity lies in the ear
Of him that hears it, never in the
tongue
Of him that makes it.”
“Professor,” said Miss Sky-
light, “I want you to suggest a
course in life for me. I have
thought of journalism—”
“What are your own inclina-
tions?”
“Oh, my soul yearns and throbs
and pulsates with an ambition to
give the world a life-work that shall
be marvelous in its scope and weird-
ly entrancing in the vastness of its
structural beauty.”
“Woman, you’re born to be a
milliner.”
The family had never been in the
habit of having grace, but when the
minister took tea with them they
thought it proper to bend their heads
devoutly over their plates. All
would have gone well if the young
hopeful had not piped out: “It
ain’t polite to smell yer meat!”
“ Susannah,” asked the preacher,
when it came her turn to answer the
usual question, “do you take this
man to be your wedded husband for
better or for worse—”
“ Jes’ as he is, parson,” she inter-
rupted, “ jes’ as he is. Ef he gits
any bettah ah’ll know de good
Lawd’s gwine jes’ to take ’im; an’
ef he gits any wusser than he is w’y
ah’ll tend to him myself.”
“T see that a noted London suf-
fragette has married a policeman.”
“That's strange. I wonder how
they happened to meet?”
“Tt was during one of the riots.
She made a deep impression on
him.”
“How?”
“ With a brick.”
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The following letter was written
in English just as it stands by a Jap-
anese student in a misionary train-
ing school to account for his absence
from work:
“ Honored Sir—Having been am-
putated from my family for several
months, and, as I have complaints
of the abdomen, coupled with great
conflagrations of the internals, with
entire prostration from all desire to
work, I beg to be excused from or-
derly work for ten or nine days, and
in duty bound I will always pray for
the salubrity of your temper and
the enlargement of your family.”—
Exchange.
A good story is going the rounds
at a certain college regarding one
of the sarcastic professors who was
conducting an oral examination in a
very scientific study. There was
one student, handsome, easy and
self-possessed, who appeared utterly
ignorant of the implest phases of the
subject.
The Professor put question after
question to him without receiving
one intelligent reply. Finally the
student said, naively:
“T’m very unfortunate, professor.
You never ask me anything I know.”
The professor said nothing, but
tore off a tiny piece of paper from a
convenient pad and said:
“Here, Mr. B., write all you
know on this paper; take your time
—there’s no hurry.”—The Youth’s
Magazine.
“And so your two sons are Boy
Scouts? Where do they do most
of their reconnoitering ?”
Mother—* In our refrigerator.”
A Bishop was visiting one of his
parishes and was the guest of a very
worthy matron, The next morning
he heard a clear soprano voice sing-
ing “Nearer My God to Thee,”
and reflected on the piety which en-
abled the woman to sing such a
noble hymn so early in the morning.
At breakfast he remarked it and
was met with the reply:
“Oh, that’s the hymn I boil the
eggs by; three verses for the soft
and five for the hard.”
“Oh spare me, dear angel, a lock of
your hair,”
A bashful young lover took cour-
age and sighed.
“’Twere a sin to refuse you so
modest a prayer,
So take the whole wig,” the sweet
creature replied—Ex.
Private Tutor—* Now close your
book and tell me the name of the
river that Washington crossed un-
der circumstances of peculiar diffi-
culty.”
Johnny—* Why—oh,
Styx.”
yes, the
There was an old man of Nantucket
Who kept all his gold in a bucket ;
His daughter, named Nan, eloped
with a man,
And, as for the bucket, Nan tuck it.
Pa followed the pair to Pawtucket,
The man and the girl with the
bucket.
He said that the man was welcome
to Nan,
But as to the bucket, Paw tuck it.
The young man produced a small,
square box from his pocket.
“T have a present for you,” he be-
gan. “TI don’t know whether it will
fit your finger or not but—”
“Oh, George!” she broke in,
“this is so sudden! Why, I never
dreamed—”
But just then George produced
the gift—a silver thimble—and it
got suddenly cooler in the room.
92 THE CRIMSON AND WHITE
Found on examination papers of
high school students:
“The Greeks planted colonists
for their food supply.”
“He had nothing left to live for
but to die.”
“The heart is located on the west
side of the body.”
“The Greeks were too thickly
populated to be comfortable.”
“The brain is situated in the ab-
domen.”
The ardent swain was doing his
best to “pop” the question. She
repeatedly put him off by changing
the subject, and thus broke in upon
his urgent plea: ‘‘ Oh listen to the
apple tree, how it sighs and groans.”
He was cross by this time, and re-
plied: “Yes, and if you were as
full of green apples as that tree is
you'd groan and sign, too.”
He—“ When we are married we
must both think alike.”
She—“ Yes, but I’ll think first.”
Ancient History Teacher—“Now
what would be a remedy for all these
evils?”
Marion P. (waiving her hand
frantically )}—“‘ Pazaza.”
Marion Baker, who, as all the
members of the Cicero class know,
is very fond of gerunds and gerun-
dives, was delighted to find a ques-
tion asking for the part of speech
of “ persequendi” on the quarterly
examination. The next day Miss
Johnson announced, when going
over the examination with the class,
“And I am sure that you will all be
interested to know that Miss Baker
failed on that question.”
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