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DECEMBER, 1906 No. 2
Literary Department
The Marriage of Santa and Old Mother Goose
Now listen, my children, and you shall hear,
The story of Santa our old friend dear;
Perhaps you have heard and ’twill be of no use,
Bout the marriage of Santa and Old Mother Goose.
Now Santa was getting so old and gray,
That living alone no longer would pay;
So Old Mother Goose he chose for his bride,
How the old fellow brimmed over with pride.
The wedding took place on the Island of Bliss,
Old Santa was happy and so Mrs. Kriss;
All Fairyland gathered to see the great sight,
Singing their praises with all of their might.
Little Boy Blue woke up from his sleep
And Little Bo Peep left tending her sheep;
Went forth to witness this scene of much glee,
Accomp’ning King Cole and his fiddlers three.
Little Jack Horner nibbled his pie,
While contrary Mary gave a deep sigh;
Pickwick was there, perched on a soft seat
Near to the side of Pan Handle Pete.
Such merry rejoicing I never did see,
For Santa was jolly as jolly could be;
From the peep of the dawn to the break of the day,
Allin gay Fairyland there did stay.
But soon came the time for them all to leave
The strange merry scene of that Christmas eve;
For now dear Santa must be on his way,
To visit the earth before next day.
—Ina Cuave.
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A Christmas Carol
Long, long ago on Christmas night,
Heavenly hosts proclaimed a
story;
Shepherds saw a strange new light,
Shining forth in wondrous glory.
For lo! this day hath given birth
To Christ, our sacred King,
Peace, good will to men on earth,
In holy anthems ring.
"Twas to the manger where He lay,
That wise men came by night;
Led by the star, they all did say,
That shone afar so bright.
We too are led by thoughts of love,
That brighten earth as flowers;
‘To look forth to that land above,
Christ’s home and likewise ours.
'07
Christmas Chimes
It was Christmas night. Out-
side, the snow lay in thick, white
drifts, and the cold sharp wind blew
noisily, seeming to care not for
the wretched travellers who were
forced to face its icy blast. But,
as though trying to make the
world glad in spite of a storm,
the bells of the cathedral chimed
out their sweetest music.
Inside the great house, where
all was warmth and quiet, a little
child lay dreaming its first dreams
in this old world of ours.
Suddenly the mother started,
and drew closer to the child.
“What are the chimes saying,
my darling?” she whispered. ‘‘Can
you not tell me? You, who
have just left that Land of Love.”
The child stirred softly, and lay
as if listening, as louder, louder
pealed the bells.
“We ring because we are glad,"”
they chimed. ‘‘Far away, in a
strange country, is a little child,
lying in a manger. Shepherds
are watching on the hillsides, and
above all there shines a glorious
star, to guide wise men to the place.
And the wise men bring their
riches to the child, for He is their
King, your King.”
“Yes,” whispered the mother,
“He is our King.”
And the child in the great house
grew to be a strong lad, and he
learned from his mother the story
of the chimes. And on Christmas
night, he heard the chimes pealing.
“What are you saying, Christ-
mas Chimes?” he asked.
“In that same far country, there
is a gathering of the people,”
they chimed, ‘‘and many learned
men are there. In the midst of
these men is a lad, who is teaching
them, and this lad is their King,
your King.”
“Yes,” said the child. “He is
my King.”
And the child became a tall
youth, and every year, at the
Christmastide, he asked the chimes
their story. And they told him
of the youth who lived by the
Sea of Galilee, and the child knew
that it was his King.
But one year the youth forgot
to ask the chimes their message.
And he became burdened down
with cares, and took no interest
in the bells. And the years went
by, until he was in the prime of his
life, before he again remembered
the chimes. And he asked them
why they were chiming so sorrow-
fully.
““We are sorrowful because we
must tell so sad a story,” they said.
“‘The people are once more gather-
ed together, in that country, but
now it is at a dismal place called
Golgotha. And there, on the
mountain Calvary, they have cruci-
fied the man. There, likewise cru-
cified, hang two thieves, one on
either side of Him, and the people
mock Him, and will not own Him
as their King. But He is King.
He is their King and your King.’’
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“Yes,” said the man with joy,
“He is my King.”
Years passed, and the child was
an old, old man. Once more
there was quiet in the great house,
for he was dying. And the bells
pealed more loudly than they had
ever pealed before, for now they
pealed for great joy.
“Look!” they chimed. ‘‘ Look,
and behold no longer the Man of
Sorrows, but the King in all His
Majesty.”
And he looked and recognized his
King.
Jessie E Luck, ’1r
At the Full of the Moon
An Inpian Lecenp
It was nearing evening; the sun,
now a little above the horizon, shot
long rays of level light along the
prairies, tipping the flowers with
crimson and gold and making the
shadows of the earth-brown tents
stretch long across the land. Dimly
might be seen the bent forms of the
old squaws as they silently moved
within their tents, lighting their
- fires, while the children frisked and
gamboled about like shadowy elves.
Old Mahaja, the Medicine Man,
feared yet honored of the tribe,
wrinkled and bent with many years,
stood for a long time in the deepen-
ing dusk at the door of his wigwam,
beating an ancient tom-tom. As
the heavy sound rumbled and
rolled among the tents, drifting far
away over the level plain, the In-
dian braves, one by one, silently
glided from their tents. In their
arms they bore earthen vessels
heaped high with fruit and maize,
the finest that their harvests yield-
ed, for it was the night of the full
of the moon and a great sacrifice
was about to be made to the god-
dess of that golden globe already
brightening the eastern sky.
Noiselessly a single file was
formed, headed by the Medicine
Man; behind him stalked the chief
of the tribe—tall, majestic and
mighty—an object of awe and
wonder to the furtive-eyed squaws
and children, who peeped stealthily
out from the shadows of the wig-
wams. No sound broke the silence
until a lithe young figure sprang
out from among the tents, and,
with a derisive laugh, bounded
along beside the braves. It was
Flying Feather, a bold youth, as
yet too young to attend sacrifice,
and deserving of stern reproof, for
many a time had he scoffed at re-
ligious rites and boasted much
among his companions of his dar-
ing and independence. Hitherto
his conduct had been regarded as
childish folly and now—on the
night of the great sacrifice—was no
time to reprove the petty wilful-
ness of a mere child.
So, lighted by the rapidly rising
moon, the procession slowly ad-
vanced. Mahaja, now forced to
lean on the strong arm of the
chief, directed his steps to the high
bluff which faced the east. Here
they halted, each one adding his
offering to the quickly formed pile
on the edge of the bluff. Slowly
Mahaja advanced before the silent
people and lighted a fire. Then
the bent shadowy form stepped.
back and facing the rapidly rising
moon feebly lifted a huge bowl of
the golden maize. The flames of
the fire, leaping higher and higher,
shone on his stern, wrinkled face
and lighted the semicircle of dusky
figures behind him; save this weird
group only the dim outlines of the
far-off tents and their faintly
gleaming lights broke the monoto-
nous stretch of dark prairie.
All was still as Mahaja then
knelt and laid the yellow ears of
corn upon the fire. As he stepped
aside upon completing this solemn
and sacred task, the slender figure
of Flying Feather bounded from
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among the braves and stood before
the fire. In his hand he held a few
grains of corn. He made a move-
ment as if to cast them into the
fire, but paused, The flickering
flames lit up his face, showing the
defiant look in his fierce young
eyes as he glanced about the silent
group. Then, with a scornful look
at the silvery moon, he tossed the
corn into his own mouth. The
Indians looked on with horror and
amazement at such a sacrilegious
act, Old Mahaja slowly raised him-
self from his bent position near the
glowing fire; the two gazed into
each other’s eyes a moment across
the firelit space.
Then the great Medicine Man
yaised his wrinkled hand, and with
fear and wonder in their eyes, the
silent Indians watched the form
of a despised coyote slink away
from the fire and off into the
shadow of the bluffs.
And to this day, when the long-
drawn, mournful cry of a coyote
echoes along the darkening prairie,
the old squaws tell to their children
the tale of the wilful Flying
Feather who now pleads to the
goddess of the moon to break the
spell which still binds him.
Karrina, '07.
A Child’s Christmas Dream
Once, in a small sea coast town,
in the years that have long been
past, I knew of a little Annie Jones,
who lived in a tiny house near the
great roaring ocean. She was a
small frail child of about ten years
of age, and was sober and sad
nearly all the day long, as, about
a month before the time of which I
am speaking, this little girl had lost
her fond and most cherished
mother.
Well, it seems that this child’s
father was a traveler and he was
obliged to leave his little daughter
nearly three weeks out of every
month.
As the scene opens, Annie was
sitting in her cheerful room, which
was on the upper floor of her
aunt’s home, where she _ lived.
She was looking into the open
fireplace, watching the wood burn,
listening to its crackle, and almost
asleep, when she thought she
heard a voice come out of the
wood, and in a few minutes a little
figure appeared and asked Annie
what she most wished for Christmas,
as it was now just one week from
the day. The child jumped up and
said with merry glee:
“Please Miss Wood-Fire, bring
me a message from my mother, as
I haven’t seen her loving face, or
kissed her, in over two months,
and I’ve been so lonely that some-
times I lie down on my little bed
and cry and cry until I wish that
I might die, and fly away and be a
little angel like she is. Then I
could look down on dear father,
and watch him just the same as if
he were with me. Dear lady, can
you do that for me?” The fire
sprite replied by placing a kiss on
the cheeks of the small dreamer, and
then disappeared within the fire.
In a little while the child
awakened and found to her great
sorrow that all which had hap-
pened was only a dream. Ohl!
how disappointed that little girl
was! But when Christmas really
did come, Santa Claus was very
good to her, as he brought her
many very beautiful and costly
gifts from friends, and from her
own dear father and _ relations.
But the best of all, so it seemed to
Annie, was when in the afternoon
she went around to all of her little
friends with her father, and dis-
tributed loving gifts to her school
mates and kind and good teachers.
However, she did not forget her
poorer friends, and little Annie
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made many poor homes happy
just by going and wishing them
all the joyous, merry wishes that
her loving heart could think of,
and presenting them with little
Christmas gifts, the most of which
she had made herself.
The most joyful part of the
whole day to her was when she was
fast asleep by the fireplace that
night, and was told by the same
figure in the flames, that she had
done just what would have pleased
her dear mother, that was, that
she had given loving gifts, with a
free and open heart. And in her
dreams that night there was a
happy smile on her face, smiling,
I guess, because she thought this
was as fine a message as she could
wish for from the heavens above.
Tueopora H. Jansen, ’1r.
Horribile Bellum
A blustering winter's afternoon,
a crackling fire in the library fire-
place and an uninteresting book
open upon my lap. Suddenly I
was awakened from my drowsy
day-dream by Ophelia’s ominously
firm tread as she ascended the
stairs. Quoth I, “Trouble!”
Ophelia is our cook—a perfect
jewel, as the saying goes—but with
an uncertain temper easily ruffled
by trifles. She threatens to leave
regularly every other week, and
although I have in the course of
two anxious years become a master
hand in quelling these occasional
disturbances, still I have never
been able to overcome a certain
helpless feeling whenever friction
occurs.
“Well, Ophelia?” I nervously
ventured as the Perfect Jewel ap-
peared in the doorway with wrath
written upon her brow. ‘‘Now,
what’s the matter?” A terrible
pause, during which Ophelia gained
breath for the onslaught.
“Now, Mis’ Burton, you knows
I ain’t one to complain, but I has
told ye times before that I can’t
be havin’ me day’s work retarded
by me kitchen things bein’ dis-
placed continual. (The same old
story.) You remember as how
I found me best dishpan on the
front steps last week after me
huntin’ a good hour for it, an’ how
I said as I should be givin’ warnin’?”’
I remembered. Jimmy had been
trying to coast down the slippery
walk in it.
“An’ p'r’aps you ain't forgotten
as how I missed me egg beater only
yest’day mornin’, and me with a
cake to be stirred immediate?” I
had not forgotten. Jimmy had
been making soapsuds in the bath-
tub with it. Eggbeaters make
lovely soapsuds, but—
“Well, now, now (with rising in-
flection), as I was a-cleanin’ up me
kitchen, I finds me big bread-knife
is disappeared entirely. I ain’t
knowin’ where it may be, but I
thought p’r’aps ’’—
“Yes, yes, Ophelia, I'll run right
up and see. Never mind for the
present; you don’t need it now.
Don’t I smell something burning?”
Ophelia wrathfully vanished.
All too well I knew what Ophelia
“thought p'r'aps.” Really, Jim-
my’s passionate attachment for
“kitchen things’ was becoming a
dangerous mania. I will admit
they are nice and shiny and with a
little ingenuity one can make them
serve sO many purposes—but in
these days a cook is a person not
to be trifled with. So witha severe
reprimand forming in my mind, I
mounted the stairs in search of my
seven-year-old hopeful.
My bedroom door was closed;
pausing a moment before entering,
I heard a strange muttering issu-
ing forth. ‘What in the world—”
I cautiously opened the door.
‘The shades were all pulled down;
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in the middle of the room, com-
posed of several chairs, two rugs
and a bed-quilt, was a remarkable
structure which my ready imagi-
nation quickly transformed into a
tent. Seated upon a cushion with-
in was an awful cloaked and booted
personage pondering over a huge
sheet of paper which appeared, in
the uncertain light, not a little un-
like that box-plaited skirt pattern
for which I had previously been
diligently searching for half an
hour. Unsteadily placed on a
soap box and throwing a flickering
light on the awe-inspiring tableau
was a candle, which to my experi-
enced eyes threatened imminent
danger and destruction to my best
bed-quilt.
I could not help smiling at the
picture with its one lone figure, at
the old black hat above the yellow
curls, the burnt-match frown on
the knit brow, my golf-cape slung
picturesquely over the bent shoul-
ders, the rubber boots, and, yes,
stuck in one of Will's old belts, the
fateful kitchen knife.
I was about to speak when the
personage became aware of my
presence. .
“Orderly, tell the Colonel that I
would a word with him,’’ com-
manded agruff voice. All thoughts
of my carefully prepared repri-
mand vanished; with a mumbled
“Yes, me lord,” I turned to obey.
“Orderly!” roared the voice,
“How dare you! S'’lute your
s’perior officer!” I giggled and
hastily did as I was bid.
“Now go, sir!”
Long experience has accustomed
me to assume almost any réle, so
retiring, I closed the door, turned
around in the hall once and entered
as the colonel. Taking care to
salute, I advanced and growled:
“General, I am here’—a wholly
unnecessary remark, but effective,
nevertheless. Judging from the
appearance of my ‘‘S’perior Officer,”
I should have addressed him as Sir
Pirate, but my quick intuition, the
tent, the chart and the volume of
Henty open upon the soap box,
all led me to believe that I was not
expected to be on a desert island,
but at headquarters, and must
conduct myself accordingly.
With a hospitable wave of his
hand which nearly upset the candle
the general bade me enter.
“But Jimmy, there’s not room
enough for—”
“Silence, sire!'’ shrieked the
general, momentarily forgetting
his gruff voice. Then, in a tone
two octaves lower, “Obey orders!”’
Without further ado I crawled
into the tent on my hands and
knees and curled up in the corner
with one eye on the candle and one
on the roof of the tent, which
appeared dangerously unstable.
“Colonel,”” began the general
gravely, ‘‘the time is now at
hand. I nodded sagely. ‘‘We
are completely s’rounded—on .the
north, on the south, on the west,
on the-the-north-on—”’
“The east,’ I supplemented,
seeing my general a little con-
fused as to directions.
“Yes, the east;” indicating the
exact spot on the chart spread out
upon his knees. ‘‘To-morrow I
pr’pose to move on—on their
earthworks—”
“The enemy's,” I politely as-
sented.
“But the allied troops have not
yet arrived. Unless they come
we—we can’t fight, you know,
because they've got all our cannons
and our guns an’ our horses an’ our
—everything."’
I ventured to ask what the
allied troops were doing with all
our “accoutrements.”
The general looked a little
blank,—then with dignity, replied:
“Colonel, those are secret matters,”
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Completely crushed, I subsided.
“Now, Colonel, you must be a
spy. You must go through the
enemy’s lines here,’’—a stubby
forefinger traced an imaginary
route on the front plait of the
chart,—‘‘ You must find out how
many men they’ve got, an’ how
many cannons,an’ how many guns,
an’ when they’re going to ad-
vance, an’—everything. This is
very dang’rous business, Colonel—
you'll probably get hung for a spy.”
I smiled my rapture at the thought
of such a pleasant fate.
“Then, if you don’t get hung,
you must get through the lines
an’ get the allied troops an’ bring
‘em back.”
“But, General,” I objected—
“how am I going to get all those
allied troops past the enemy and
into camp? You know, we are
surrounded.”
““Tha's so,” agreed the general,
doubtfully. The frown deepened,
in stern silence he folded his arms
while, with respectful awe and
much secret wonderment as to
how this difficulty would be over-
come, I awaited the result of
these meditations. Suddenly his
face brightened, he started for-
ward, gave the soap-box a resound-
ing thump, thereby upsetting the
candle, which I just rescued in time,
and cried out—‘‘I know! When
you get back of the enemy with
the allied troops, make the men
dig a tunnel right under till you
get to camp an’ then we'll fight,
an’ beat ’em to smash!” This
startling piece of stratagem took
me completely by surprise; but,
controlling my features as well as
possible, I heartily approved the
plan and awaited further develop-
ments.
“Wait till I get you a gun so
you can shoot,” and casting aside
his chart he crawled forth from
the tent with such impetuosity
that the long impending collapse
came with a crash. Hastily I
blew out the candle, thus saving
the whole from instant conflagra-
tion, and was immediately buried
beneath the chaotic pile of chairs,
rugs and bed-quilts.
Wildly I was grabbed at by the
general, who, unmindful of his
dignity, was now shouting with
uproarious glee at the catastrophe.
“P’tend I’m hauling you out of
the enemy—out of the jaws of
death!” he proposed, and, suiting
the action to the word, I was
straightway yanked from under the
debris in a decidedly dishevelled
state.
Then while I crawled around
picking up hair pins, he, thirsting
for still more excitement, ad-
vanced a new plan. ‘Hi! I tell
you what! P’tend you ain’t the
colonel, an’ J ain’t hauled you out
of the jaws of death. P’tend
you're an enemy an’ I’ve captured
you, an’ now I’m going to put you to
death. Die, villyun—die, wretch!"
and with that he brandished the
bread knife dangerously over my
head. With a life-like shriek, [
scrambled to my feet and un-
ceremoniously grasped my would-
be executor by the collar. ‘‘ James
Burton, give me that knife! Mercy.
child, don’t you know any better!”
The general appeared a little dis-
appointed at this lull in the pro-
ceedings, but being slightly out of
breath and very warm, he paused
to yield up the knife and mop his
manly brow, whereon perspiration
and burnt-match were artistically
mingled.
“Phew! War's a terrible thing,
Colonel.”
With my mouth full of hair pins.
I gasped a decided affirmative
“Well, Colonel, you needn't be
an enemy if you don’t want to
What shall we do next?” Evi-
dently the general’s imagination
32 THE CRIMSON AND WHITE
as to military resources was giving
out.
I looked at the clock. Gracious!
quarter past five—and Will wanted
an early supper—and, perhaps,
Ophelia—
“T needs must leave to—to—
attend to some matters of state.
I will be with you anon. Have I
your permission to go?” I respect-
fully saluted.
A longing glance at the knife, now
in my possession, a disappointed
murmur; then the dignity of his
rankreturned. With a superb ges-
ture my request was granted and
again saluting I withdrew to fly to
the kitchen and restore the knife to
the wrathy Ophelia and peace to
the household.
Half an hour later I hurried up-
stairs to put an end to the bloody
campaign and have Jimmy get
dressed for supper.
Not a sound from the room, now
perfectly dark.
Quietly I lighted the gas, and
there, curled up among the ruins of
his tent, his little face hot and
flushed and still clutching my now
dilapidated skirt pattern, was the
little general, fast asleep.
KatHERINE S. Parsons, ’07.
Christmas for Four Girls
It was Christmas eve at Miss
Wood's seminary for girls. Only
four girls remained at the school
after trunks had been packed and
expressed and a troop of merry
girls had said, ‘‘Good-bye! A merry
Christmas to all!” and gone off on
the different trains which would
take them to their respective
homes. It was quiet and lone-
some about the seminary and the
four girls gathered in Olive White’s
room prepared to weep and bewail
their hard fortune. There were
many pleasant things to happen,
they knew, but it was disappoint-
ing not to be able to go home for
Christmas.
They sat in silence for some time,
gathered about the glowing grate,
and gradually its spell began to
work on them and the gloom began
to vanish.
“Olivia,” said Mercy Gage, “If
you were home just now what would
you be doing and what would you
do to-morrow?”
“Well,” began Olive, ‘‘as you all
know, my home is out on a western
prairie. To-night we—my two
brothers and sister, mother and
father and I—would be popping
corn and stringing it and making
candy, and mother would be telling
us the old, old Christmas story.
She always does. Then my little
sister and brother would be put to
bed and my other brother and I
play Santa Claus, and trim a large
sage-bush which we had brought
from the prairie during the day.
We use a sage-bush instead of your
kind of a Christmas tree. It is like
your cedar tree. only not so large.
We put our simple presents under
our tree and then retire. In the
morning I would look out on the
level country covered with white
snow as far as the eye could see, the
vast expanse, broken only by
clumps of sage-bush and occasional
villages or settlements. After
breakfast we would all go into the
parlor together and have our pres-
ents and enjoy them until dinner.
Christmas dinner is quite a feature
of our Christmas celebration. In
the afternoon we would all drive to
the nearest village for the ride and
also to get the mail. That is the
way I would spend my time. I
can see everything just as it will
happen. Now, Margaret, tell us
what your Christmas would be
like.”
“TI live in a small town several
miles away from here, and my
purse is too flat to let me go home.
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THE CRIMSON AND WHITE 33
But if I were home this very minute
I would be on my way to the enter-
tainment for the Sunday school
children at the church. My sister
wrote they were going to have a
Christmas tree and a Santa Claus
this year. After the entertain-
ment some of the older members of
the school will distribute the many
presents to scholars and teachers,
and every one will receive some-
thing to make him happy. When
I arrived home again I would hang
up my stockings with the younger
children and go to bed to dream of
Santa. In the morning, of course,
we awake earlier than usual and go
down stairs and get our stockings.
They are filled with little things al-
ways containing something as a joke
on each one, After breakfast we
all have our presents together. In
the afternoon we would go skating,
and only get home in time for sup-
per. Some one of the girls always
has a party Christmas night and we
spend a very enjoyable evening.”
“This is fun,” said Mercy.
“ Kathie, we must hear your story.”
Kathie began her story: ‘You
know, dear girls, I have no mother,
and my father travels all the time,
even in Europe, a great deal. I
expected he would be on this side
of the ocean for Christmas, but it
is impossible, he writes. Really, I
have no home now. But when I
am through school here, girls, I am’
going to keep house for my dear
father when he is home and go
abroad with him when he goes.
Won't that be fine? Now, Mercy,
Gage, we want to hear your story,
and I want to know why you did
not go home.”
Mercy laughed. ‘One thing at
a time,” she said. ‘If I were
home in Plymouth I should be hav-
ing a gay time with a host of
cousins and uncles and aunts. We
always have a family gathering
Christmas, and a merry time we
have. Christmas morning we have
a large tree trimmed and beautiful,
and loaded with presents for all.
Uncle Jack plays Santa and is very
jolly and funny. The enjoyment
and excitement of presents and
tree lasts all the morning. In the
afternoon we have as many sleighs
and teams as we need and all go
for a sleigh ride out of the city.
In the evening we crack nuts, roast
apples and marsh-mallows and tell
stories and have a very merry time.
The house is full this year, mother
writes.”
“But why didn’t you go home?”
“Weare all chums; come tell us.”
“Oh, I had a little reason.”
“Mercy,” said Olive. “I be-
lieve you stayed here because we
three couldn’t afford to go home,
and we four are such chums. Did
you? Oh, you are an angel.”
“Why, Mercy, did you do that?”
cried all the girls. ;
“Oh, don’t,” cried Mercy, cov-
ering her ears. ‘‘Let’s think what
we shall do to-morrow.”
“‘Some one knocked,” said Olive,
and she opened the door. There
stood Miss Wood, smiling pleas-
antly, and holding an opened let-
ter in her hand.
“My dear girls, I have good news
for you. You remember my aunt
in New York, with whom we spent
such a delightful day last year.
Well, dear girls, she has sent tickets
for five and a pressing invitation
that we visit her this whole Christ-
mas week. What do you say?”
Miss Wood's eyes sparkled, and
she laughed at the breathless si-
lence,
“Say!” cried the girls. ‘‘Say!"
“Lovely! Too lovely for any-
thing!”
A discussion followed, and late
that night four merry girls called,
“Good night, Merry Christmas,”
to each other, and retired happy
and gay. Mary Anparr, '07.
34 THE CRIMSON AND WHITE
The
CRIMSON and WHITE
Vol. III. Aunany, N.Y., DECEMBER, 1906 No. 2
Published Every Two Months during the
School Year by the students of the N. H. S.
TERMS OF SUBSCRIPTION
One year (5 copies) payable in advance, $0.60
Singlecopies - - - - 2 as
BOARD OF EDITORS
Eprror-1-cutey
E, Rura Boyce, Zeti Sigma, ‘07.
Edith Jones, Zeta Sisma, 'o7 Lies
Department
Mary B. Gilboy, Q. L. S. :
Beatee B Weaver; Adcipnos, ‘or { Schoo! Notes
Miriam Marsh, Zeta Sigma, ‘09 - Alumni Editor
Katherine S, Parsons, Zeta Sigma, ‘o7
Exchange Ed.
Clifford S. Evory, ‘Theta Nu, 'o8
Business Manager
Harold Van Ostenbrugge, Adelphoi,'o8 ) Advertis-
Roger A. Fuller, Theta Nu, ‘ot ing De-
Morgan Dickinson, Adelphoi, ‘oo partment
Editorials
“Peace on earth good-will to-
ward men,” the angels sang, and,
for a time, man sang with them
and all were bound together in the
brotherhood of love. Then Christ-
mas was ‘A thing of beauty” and
the Christmas gift, the gift of peace
and good-will. Now Christmas
seems to have lost some of its primal
significance and beauty. The only
thought seems to be to give our
friends a material remembrance
to which, perhaps, little or no love’
may be added because of the great
anxiety caused by fear of criticism.
And here we find ourselves alone
at fault for, if, back of the motive
prompting the gift, there was great-
er love for the person and less love
of display we should fear no
criticism. Then again, each and
every one of us would be sounding
the heavenly refrain, ‘‘Peace on
earth, good-will toward men.”
‘Thus far the morning rhetoricals
have been very enjoyable, and we
are expecting greater things in the
future. Surely, if we realized that
by our selections we are really
expressing our highest ideals we
would all find much room for im-
provement and would strive to
make our selection, so far as lies
in our power, perfect in every
detail.
Much interest has been added
to the school work by the use of
the laboratory. Altho the labora-
tory is some distance from the
school proper the work is so truly
beneficial and delightful that this
slight inconvenience is entirely
obliterated.
At present the school is rejoicing
over the formation of an Athletic
Association which has such good
financial backing that it is sure to
be both a success in itself and a
benefit to the school.
The board of editors extend
thanks to Miss Billson, to whom
they are indebted for the new
cover and cuts.
The Faculty assigns the follow-
ing work as a basis for the prize
competitions:
I. The President’s Medal:
Latin.
x. Sallust: De Bello Jug-
urthi—no, Chaps. 1-50.
2. Latin Grammar.
3. Translation at sight
Il. The Pruyn Medal:
Public Speaking.
Selections to be made by the
candidates, with the ap-
proval of the Faculty.
1. Selections to be submit-
ted, April 26, 1907.
2. Trial Competition, May
10, 1907.
3. Final Competition, May
24, 1907.
If, The McDonald Medal:
Mathematics.
Plane and Solid Geometry;
Theorems and Original Prob-
lems,
¢
re
THE CRIMSON AND WHITE 35
IV. The Buchanan Medal:
English Essay.
1, The Advantages and the
Disadvantages of Secret
Societies in High Schools.
2, A Study of Russian Civili-
zation.
3. The Life and Public
Works of Carl Schurz.
V. The Mereness Medal:
Junior Scholarship.
To be determined by class
standing.
VI. The Sage Medal:
French.
1. Balzac: La Curé de
Tours.
2. French Grammar.
3. Translation at sight.
VII. The Vander Veer Medal:
German.
1. Arnold: Fritz auf Ferien.
2, German Grammar.
3. Translation at sight.
VIII. The Principal’s Medal.
Senior Scholarship.
To be determined by class
standing.
Alumni Notes
’o0
Miss Mabel Dalton Crounse, of
Altamont, was married to Ray
Rowe, of Schenectady.
‘os
Laura Wilson is engaged to S. A.
Ackerman.
‘or
Miss Eleanor V. N. Van Alstyne
secured the degree of B. S. at the
University of Chicago at the end
of the current quarter, Dec. 18,
1906.
188
Charles Oswald is attending Wes-
leyan College.
On Friday evening, Dec. 4, oc-
curred the marriage of Miss Char-
lotte Perry, ’03, to Mr. John Bent-
ley, of Rhode Island, who is an
alumnus of the R, P, L., of Troy,
The wedding took place at the
home of the bride's parents, Mr.
and Mrs. W. B. Perry, of Sixteenth
street, Watervliet
"06
Mabel Wood has left the S. N.C.
on account of illness.
98
Margaret Hallenbeck is teaching
in the H. S. at Altamont, N. Y.
School Notes
THANKSGIVING PRoGRAM
I. Singing—Flower Song.
II. Reading—President Roose-
velt’s Proclamation,
Hughson Patton.
Ill. Recitation— A Thanksgiv-
ing Speech,
Eugene Haiss.
IV. Recitation—When the Frost
Is on the Pumpkin, /. W
Riley.
Edna Bender.
V. Vocal Solo—The Slumber
Boat,
E. Ruth Boyce.
VI. Recitation—fam’s Letter,
Ethel Everingham.
VII. Recitation—How I Won
Maria,
Theodora Jansen.
VIII. Violin Solo—Melody in F.
Rubinstein,
Carl Wehrle.
IX. Recitation—A Thanksgiving
Dream,
Jessie Luck.
X. Recitation—The Keeper of
the Boarding House,
Katharine Parsons
XI, Piano Solo—La Cinquan-
taine,
Margaret Murlin.
XII. Recitation—Lorraine,
Marion Flanders.
XIV. Recitation—Keep a Watch
on Your Words,
Bertha Bott.
XV. Vocal Solo—The China ‘Tra-
gedy,
Elsie Gray,
For the first time in many years
the boys have organized a basket-
ball team with the following play-
ers:
Forward, Brewster.
Guard, Wehrle.
Center, Weaver.
Guard, “Little” Van.
Forward, Tallmadge.
| Although the team is wholly
composed of raw material, it is
progressing rapidly, and by the
close of the season should be able
to compare favorably with any
school team in the city. Of the
three games played thus far the
N. H. S. has won one and lost two.
Society Notes
On the evening of November 30
the Zeta Sigma society held its an-
nual reception at Graduates Hall.
At the first regular meeting of
Adelphoi this quarter the following
officers were elected:
President, Warren W. Brewster.
Vice Pres., Harold A. Van Osten-
brugge.
Rec. Sec., Edward J. O'Connell.
Cor, Sec., Morgan Dickinson.
Treasurer, Geo. B. Weaver.
Sergeant-at-Arms, Karl Wehrle.
| Chaplain, Frank Patten.
Master of Ceremonies, Robert
Wheeler.
The Quintilian society held their
annual reception Friday evening,
November 30, at Menands Hall,
Menands.
Christmas Program
I. Song by the School.
II. Recitation—Selected.
Therese Herschberg.
III. Instrumental Solo—
Selected,
Grace B. Binley.
IV. Recitation—Selected.
Hughson Patton.
V. Vocal Solo—A Dream.
Verna Fowler.
36 THE CRIMSON AND WHITE
VI. Recitation—Selected,
Eugene Haiss.
VII. Recitation—Selected,
Katharine S. Parsons.
VIII. Song by the School.
IX. Declamation — Extract
from Irving’s ‘‘Christ-
mas,”
Edward M. Clary.
X. Recitation—Selected,
Mary Ganger.
XI. Instrumental Duet—Pro-
metheus, Beethoven.
Marguerite James.
Gertrude Valentine.
XII. Declamation—Selected,
Seibert Miller.
XIII. Recitation-—Selected,
Jessie Luck.
XIV. Vocal Solo—Selected,
Elsie M. Gray.
XV. Recitation—Selected.
Bertha M. Bott.
XVI. Song by the School.
XVII. Declamation—Selected.
George B. Weaver.
XVIII. Piano Solo—Selected.
Margaret Murlin.
XIX. Recitation—‘‘Scrooge and
His Nephew.” Dickens.
Warren C, Vosburgh.
XX. Song by the School.
“Equo ne Credite, Nettie.’’
Mary had a little lamb,
Mary Antoinette Udell,
It chanced to stray in school
one day,
And this is what befell.
It chased that lass to Virgil class,
As lambs, you know, should not,
When by her side the lamb they
spied,
The class smiled—‘‘Sh! a trot!’”
Mr. Danaher (from top of stairs)
—Elsie, what time is it?
Elsie—Eleven, dear father.
Mr. D.—Well, it’s twelve up here
and eleven and twelve make—
(The young man departed.)
a
THE CRIMSON AND WHITE 37
A great many exchanges have
come to our table this month,
some good, some bad; the majority,
however, only fair. Too many of
our school papers attempt some-
thing far beyond them; this is a
common fault. The result is per-
haps a paper decorated with fright-
fully amateurish cuts and enclosed
by a cover whose execution is
positively painful. Often the lite-
rary work takes a turn of heavy
tragedy; lurid descriptions and
thrilling scenes seem strangely
incongruous in a paper which must
needs be the work of inexperienced
' writers.
Occasionally even the sedate
editorial pen takes an ambitious
flight and ecce! we have a meta-
phorical production, full of high-
flown ideas and phrases which
might be effective if properly used
but which here show only a pathetic
attempt, a striving for something
far beyond the power and ability
of the writer. Let us confine
ourselves then, to a simpler, more
natural style ;—it is one of the best
ways to make a school paper a
success.
We notice an improvement this
year in the Elgin High
School Mirror and Hack-
ensack Critic, two of our
most regular exchanges.
The Item, a new ex-
change from Pasadena, is
a bright, well-conducted paper,
typically western. The cuts are
good; the Nature and Science de-
partment is an interesting feature.
The Whetstone from Nashville,
Tenn., is one of our new comers;
although conducted entirely by
- boys, it is fairly good—considering.
The Triangle from the Emma
Willard School is always welcome.
The spirit of the paper is fine in the
true sense of the word. We are
glad to note your addition of an
exchange department.
Illakawinn, your cover is poor—
it’s too much of a ‘ What-is-it?”
Your editorials have good scope and
your article on “An Hour in a
Fruit Drying Establishment” is in-
teresting, especially to ‘‘ Way
down East folks.”
The Academic Observer of Utica,
the Blue and White of Penn. and
the Canary and Blue are not keep-
ing up to last year’s standard.
The Michigan Skirmisher could
be widely improved. Your weak
editorials might better be under
the head of school notes.
38 THE CRIMSON AND WHITE
Recorder, Winchester, Mass.
Don’t you think, Recorder, that by
working hard, eighteen editors
might produce a little something
more than an eleven-page paper?
“Carmencita”. in the Aegis,
from Oakland, Cal., is very well
written. You have every reason
to be proud of your paper, Aegis;
it shows much literary and artistic
ability.
Too much space devoted to ath-
letics, personals, local notes and
other matters of little interest to
outsiders make the Comus, of
Zanesville, Ohio, and the Argus, of
Harrisburg, decidedly uninterest-
ing as exchanges.
The Russ, a new exchange from
California, is by far the best paper
received this month. School spirit
speaks on every page; the editori-
als especially show marked ability.
Books are but Helps,” in the
S. N. C. Echo, is very clever. We
also note with care the article on
‘What Can We Do for the Vicious
Pupil?” Verily, “chickens come
to roost” with a vengeance! We
are wondering—
As Others See Us
Tue Crimson And Wuire is a
small magazine, but nicely got up.
—Hendrix College Mirror.
The Crimson ANd Wuirte is a
very neat and well arranged paper;
the stories are very interesting.—
Troy High School.
Tue Crimson anv Wuire is an
especially bright and well written
paper.—Hackensack High School
Critic.
We can safely say that Tue
Crimson anv Wuaire compares
very favorably with the College
Echo.—The Faculty.
Tue Crimson anp Wuirs is very
attractively gotten up.—S. N. C.
Echo.
Everywhere and Everybody
“The abuse in these columns is
copy righted, but never righted.
All statements are generalities,
based on inexperience and ignor-
ance, since this publication depends
on the student body for support.”’
So, then, to the task:
Freshie (in a grieved tone)—But
I don’t think I deserve a zero.
Teacher—No, neither do I; but
it’s the lowest mark I can give you.
—Ex.
As Virgil would have written it,
Omnes agunt, sed pater
Toto die sedet
Pedes ante ignem
Tubam terrae fumet.
Mater lavendas prendet
Anon soror atque—
In nostro omnes agunt
Sed senex—ne—
Condamnati! —Ex,
(Watch the little Freshies, who
are just beginning Latin, pretend
they know what this means.)
Charlie—That’s a beautiful song;
it simply carries me away.
Ruth—Sorry I didn’t sing it
earlier in the evening.—Ex.
There is an unkind kindness
which is seldom appreciated—a
kindness which hurts the giver.
There was a young lady called Car-
rol,
Who once stole her uncle’s apparel ;
Though the charge she denied,
She was taken and tried
And convicted, this awful young
Carrol.
Senior—I dreamed last night my
watch was gone.
Freshie—Oh, my! was it gone? ,
Senior (gravely)—No; it was just
going.
Gathered Up Among the Freshmen.
| Naw; what's the use of subscrib-
} ing. I read some one else’s copy.
O goodness, I can’t write any-
| thing. What's the editorial board
} for? (Little one, we are wonder-
ing.)
1 I'd just love to, but really, you
at know, I’m a Freshman and I’m so
busy. Ask somebody else.
What's the use of doing some-
thing when you don’t get anything
4h out of it?
1 What good will one subscription
{ do? It’s a bum paper, anyway.
(Do you wonder we look care-
worn?)
Pay your subscription
Now that it’s due,
For the poor manager's
Pleasures are few.
Hand him a quarter,
Boost him a bit,
Then you will see him
Fall in a fit.
—Ex.
Extract from a New England
History.
By a Freshman.
King Henry VIIT was the great-
est widower that ever lived. He
was born at Anna Domino, the year
1066. He had 510 wives, besides
children. The first was beheaded.
The second was murdered. After
that she never smiled again, but
said that the word “‘calais” would
be found on her heart after death.
The greatest man in his reign was
Lord Sir Ganet Wolsey. He was
born at the age of 15, unmarried.
Henry VIII was succeeded on the
throne by his great-grandmother,
the beautiful and accomplished
Mary, Queen of Scots, sometimes
known as the Lady of the Lake or
the Lay of the Last Minstrel.—Ex.
es
THE CRIMSON AND WHITE 39
Scandal!! Scandal!!
For Boys Only.
“7,UpIp NoA jt [113 v aq 4,upjnom
nox YI pest pue umop opisdn
sty} uinq p,nod yey, aouy snl 7
Next!
I. Oh, why that smile,
Oh, why that pile
Of knowing glances down the
aisle.
And why that wink?—
Why, can’t you think?
He's called on for translation!
II. Oh, why that moan,
Oh, why that groan,
Oh, why that ‘‘darn” in a
muffled tone.
And why so slow ?—
Why, don’t you know?
I'm called on for translation.
Cradle Song.
Rock-a-bye, Louis,
The game’s going fine;
Ah, there’s a lemon!
That's right in your line.
Rock-a-bye, Louis.
(Intermission.)
Rock-a-bye, Louis,
There’s breakers ahead ;
You're a fortunate youth
If they don't break your head.
Hush-a-bye, Louis.
E. O’Connel—Hey, Big Van! a
fellow just told me that I looked
like you.
Big Van—Where is he? I'd like
to punch his head.
Edward Josephus (briefly)—I
killed him.—Ex.
I love its gentle chatter,
And I love its merry flow,
I love to wind my tongue up,
And T love to hear it go.
Mary Horton.
Ex.
40 THE CRIMSON AND WHITE
Everybody’s Column
‘Wanted—Some one to share my
name with me. There’s room here
for two, dear. (Now girls, there’s
your chance.)—Horace Alexander
Buchanan Von Oostenbrugge.
Headquarters for Impromptu
Belts. Any member of N. H. S
appearing in school without that
all necessary“ article apply to
Theodora Jansen, ‘10.
Private Lessons given in French
or German. The free and easy
use of both in the same sentence
with occasional sprinkling of Latin
and English, a feature of my con-
versational method. Notice—Sight
Translation my Specialty. (N. B.
Don’t you let Miss Loeb see this.) —
Katharine S. Parsons,’o7.
Wanted—Someone to champion
my cause and rescue these long lost
N H S pennants of mine—Adele
Le Compte
Please attack—
George Weaver
Harold Van Oost. .
Horace Van Oost. .
. ete,
. ete.
Just Out—My latest treatise on
“How to Smile Quietly without
Disturbing the Countenance.” Pro-
fusely illustrated and bound in
spotted calf—Jean Elmendorf, 'ro.
Now on Sale at all the leading
book-stores—‘‘The Sunny Path of
Joy, or How to Get Rich Quick.”
—By the Business Manager.
Mr. Kosbob—‘‘And then he laid
his arms on his shoulders” (com-
fortable, no doubt).
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IMPORTERS .
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AUGUST WICKE
DEALER IN
Boots, Shoes § General Footwear
Hand-made Goods a Specialty
Repairing Neatly Done
249 Central Ave. "tha" Serey'ste” Albany, We Ys
A FULL LINE OF
Wiss Shears and Scissors
always on hand
EVERY PAIR FULLY WARRANTED
below Madigon
rowrnos Waterman Hardware Co.
SENS 141-143 South Pearl St., Albany, N. Y.
Please mention “The Crimson and White.”
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THE CRIMSON AND WHITE 4r
Gentle Reader, pause awhile and
ere it be too late, cast aside this
printed sheet. If you follow not
this advice, then proceed, but
malign not.
Miss Graves—Give an English
word derived from “Male ’’—mean-
ing evil.
Senior Lassie (viciously)—Male.
There was a young maid who said
“Why
Can’t I look in my ear with my eye?
If I put my mind to it
I’m sure I can do it,—
You never can tell, till you try.”
—Ex.
Can You Tell Me?
Does Ida Chave?
Is James Noble?
Will Annetta Rappe?
Do Iona Pier?
Is Roger Fuller?
Will Leslie Wheeler?
Is Maude Cross?
Will Frances Warner?
Does Ruth Patterson?
S. S. Teacher—Now, Jimmy,
who killed Abel?
Jimmy—I don’t know, ma’am.
We only moved up here last week.
Miss Warner (translating in Vir-
gil)—Heu, fuge, etc. ‘‘Behold—
a—a—behold—a—a flea!”
(Why, Frances!)
Fearey’s Fictipse, poi
JOS. FEAREY & SON
23 and 25 North Pearl
We love to overlook our faults
but hate to overhear them...
451-4535 Broadway
Albany, N.Y.
Good Clothes (ina
Babbitt & Co.
White (2 Griffin
TAILORS anp
IMPORTERS
527 Broadway Albany, N. ¥.
Children
Distributers of the
Best Hats, Furnishings
and Furs
Agents for
ROGERS, PEET & CO.
Please mention “The Crimson and White.”
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Ach! Gebrochen wieder um Class
Dues willens.
Bertha Bott
In der Stadt
Da sie hat
Ein’ Platz worin sie boardet
“Board ist due
Wass Kann ich thue?
Ich muss skiddoo
Da ich kanniecht afford it.””
Again, O comrades, have we
discovered in our midst, another
genius in the gentle art of com-
position writing, and, gadzooks,
fellow beings! again is this genius
from our Junior class. Attendez.
Lilian was kept after school one
day for continually whispering in
class. Said teacher, ‘‘Miss Flan-
ders, before you go home you must
write me a composition of at least
seventy-five words.”
This is it.
Jane and Pussy
Once upon a time there was a
little girl called Jane, and one day
she saw a little kitty on the street.
Now Jane liked cats very much so
she stopped and called—'‘ Here—
Pussy, pussy, pussy pussy, pussy,
Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy,
Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy,
Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy,
Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy,
Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy,
Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy,
Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy.
Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy.””
We're here, because we're here.
(Silly! now doesn’t that sound
like a Junior.)
St. Peter—-Where from?
Student—Normal High School.
St. Peter—Did you subscribe for
Tue Crimson AND White?
Student—No—o—o.
St. peter Al
THOMA
DO YOU WANT TO BUY, RENT OR EXCHANGE A PIANO ?
YOU GET THE BEST CHOICE AND VALUE AT
MUSIC
STORE
MANDOLINS, PHONOGRAPHS, MUSIC, FOLIOS,
CABINETS, STRINGS, VIOLINS, GUITARS, ETC., AT
THOMAS MUSIC STORE, 15 N. Pearl St.
NORTH
PEARL
BUTLER’S— GOOD THINGS TO EAT
Staple and Fancy Groceries
Both ’Fhones
Corner Beaver and Lodge Streets
Useful *er Man or Boy
Gifts 3
Largest Variety to select from
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w Steefel Bros.
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Watchmakers, Jewelers
wand Silversmiths...
9 NORTH PEARL ST. -
ALBANY, N. Y.
CLASS PINS AND MEDALS
The McCaskey
Credit Register
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H. R. FUSSELL
411 BROADWAY ALBANY
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Great China Tea a
84 and 86 STATE ST.
«Wishes You Alla...
Merry Christmas
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We sell only high-grade Teas and Coffees
at eacana le prices.
Established 1802
ANNESLEY QQ CO,
57 North Pearl St. SN NS Yin
Babes HORTON
MEATS AND "POULTRY
FRESH EGGS A SPECIALTY
438 Mapison Avenue, corner of Lark
H.R. Phone 1344-W ALBANY, N. Y.
If thou faint in the day of
adversity, thy strength is
CASS M. KRAMMER
‘Wlatcbmaker = and = Jeweler
25 Central Avenue
small.
Watches, Clocks, etc., neatly cleaned, repaired
‘and remodeled
NESNSNNS, JSNSSSNSSASSSSNSSSNSESNNSSSNNNENN SENN SINT
: H. W. ANTEMANN
Manufacturing Jeweler
High Grade Presentation Badges from original designs. Fine
School and Class Pins. Diamonds and other precious
stones. Fine Repairing a Specialty.
Prompt and Satisfactory Work Only
23 JAMES STREET, Avpany, N.Y.
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Everything for the Horse, Driver and Stable
THe Hassell Wagon and Harness @.
What we do---We do well WILLIAM H. HASSELL, Proprietor
Repair Departments for Carriages, Wagons, Sleighs, Harness, Whips,
Carriages, Wagons Robes, Blankets, Stable Supplies,
and Sleighs Horse Collars
Harness and Horse
Collars Factory and Salesroom
“WHEN IN DOUBT, On Broadway and Hudson Avenue
BUY. OF HASSELL" | ALBANY, N. ¥.
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ROSWELL P. FLOWER
D.L. & W. COAL
OFFICE AND YARD
841 BROADWAY, ALBANY,N. Y.
BOTH TELEPHONES =SS——
USE GRAND UNION Best Ice Cream and Ice Cream
Teas ano Coffees Soda on the. Hill at
GRAND UNION TEACO. KREUZER’S
62 South Pearl Street
Cor, Hudson Avenue. 129 Central Avenue
PLUNBING AND ROOFING STATES SHARPENED AT
Jobbing Prono Ae CROISSANT’S
206 MON ae eee No, | 2024 and 204 Washington Ave.
(Between Swan np Dove Sts.) |
Mack Automatic Heat Regulator
Automatically controls fire in <
y heater in accordance
with temperature of room, S:
thousands of steps,
tons of coal, labor and annoyance. It works while you
sleep. Maintains an even temperature. Less colds,
smaller doctor's bills and more solid comfort
FRANK I.MESICK
PLUMBING AND HEATING
238 Washington Avenue ALBANY, N. Y.
Epwarp D. Scorr Freperick F, RyDER
SCOTT &€ RYDER
Plumbing, Roofing, Heating & Gas Fitting
Jobbing Promptly Attended to
Estimates Cheerfully Furnished
443 Madison Avenue, Albany, N. Y.
H. R. Phone 1306 W. Main Home Phone 1445
Please inention “The Crimson and White,”
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RESERVED
Everything in the Drug Line Best
WILLIAM H. LUCK Quality and Cut Prices
PICTURE
FRAMES
Framed Pictures
67 SOUTH PEARL STREET te ;
Full Line of Mary Elizabeth Candies
ALBANY, N. Y. BRADT DRUG CO.
55 & 57 Washington Ave., ALBANY,N.Y.
Empire Engraving Co.
Photo-Engravers, Illustrators and
Designers
39 & 41 Corumaia Sr. Avsany, N. Y.
OLD-FASHIONED
et Home-made Mincemeat #
“aT
Ballantine s. ) 325 State: Street
Please mention “The Crimson and White.”
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IF YOUR CHRISTMAS PIANO
——- COMES FROM
CLUETT && Sons
YOU ARE SURE TO BE PLEASED WITH IT
See us at once, pick out the instrument,
we will make price and terms to suit.
495 ST Aa Ee SS a Re Ei
Established 1864
Incorporated 1897
EN. SILI COMPANY
WHOLESALE
RETAIL
OFFICE, COR. GRAND AND HAMILTON STREETS
ELEVATOR, BROADWAY, RENSSELAER, MULBERRY AND CHURCH STREETS
OUR NEW ELEVATOR AND POCKETS ENABLE US TO DELIVER
ABSOLUTELY CLEAN COAL
EITHER TELEPHONE
GOEWEY & JENNINGS
Diamonds
Jewelry 22%
Silverware
13 SOUTH PEARL ST.
Miss EMMA E. TWIST
Art Embroidery
RENAISSANCE LACE WORK
AND MATERIALS SUPPLIED
Feather Curling, Glove
Cleaning, Pleating.......
102 No. Pear! St., ALBANY, N. Y.
*PHONE YOUR ORDERS TO.
ORDER NOW;
| Artistic Winter Footwear
for Ladies
“ Baldwin’ s’’
29 NORTH PEARL ST.
,Oor. MAIDEN LANE
Get your CANDIES AND ICE CREAM
for the Holidays at
HOSLER’S
193 LARK STREET
Big assortment of Christmas
Candies, Bon-Bons and
Chocolates
At Popular Prices
Ww. R. BOUTON
DBALER IN
GROCERIES, PROVISIONS,
ERUITS AND VEGETABLES
Corner SECOND and SWAN STREETS
AND CET COLD TRADING STAMPS
Please mention “The Crimson and IVhite.”
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