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Hebruary 1910
CONTENTS
My Valentine .........0...60.eeee
The Boy of the Golden Rule
The Heart of a Chief...
Please Help the Blind
Over the Telephone ..
Alumni Notes
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FepRuary, 910 No. 3
Literary Department
My Valentine
I have a little sweetheart,
A dainty little maid:
She clambers up into my lap,
And does not seem afraid.
She gazes up into my face,
Her arms about me twine,
And she tells me that she loves me
And will be my Valentine.
She smoothes her snowy little
frock,
And tilts her little chin,
And I love to watch the twinkling
Of her dimples, out and in.
She asks me how I like her sash,
And shows her slippers fine:
She really seems to love me,
My little Valentine.
I remember, many years ago,
Another little girl,
Whose violet eyes were like this
child’s,
Her dark hair all in curl:
She’d tell me all her childish plans,
Then I would tell her mine;
And we used to plan together
How she’d be my Valentine.
So when I see this other child
That climbs upon my knee,
And whispers all her pretty
thoughts,
And nestles close to me,
I sadly think of long ago,
And know this Valentine
Will some day, like the other,
Want some other love than
mine. "Io.
The Boy of the Golden-Rule
Book
He had been awfully good for
the last few days. Mother didn’t
know just why, nor was she dis-
posed to ask him for fear that the
“good streak” wouldn't last. He
was generally such a “ wiggley”
little boy and such a talker. Why
he could ask more questions in
one day than a college professor
could answer in a lifetime. But
he was very silent, almost pensive,
now. Father said he had the
sulks. Mother said he was be-
coming too dreamy. Aunt Jane
thought it must be insomnia. But
grandmother was sure it was a
change of heart.
In the meantime what had be-
come of his appetite and his sweet-
——~—S
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tooth. Both had utterly disap-
peared. Formerly he could eat
three times as much as father, not
counting the dessert, and as to
candy,—why, he never had enough
of that. But now—well he had
been seen to take a handful of
cookies out of the jar, but he
hadn’t eaten them, for there were
no crumbs on the carpet, and he
always left a trail of crumbs.
What had he done with them?
And what had become of his
money? He hadn’t bought candy.
There were some articles of his
wardrobe missing, too. But then,
he was always losing things. That
was nothing new,
This state of affairs lasted for
almost a week. Mother was really
becoming anxious. What had
come over him? Was it the sulks?
Or was he dreamy? Did he have
insomnia? Or was it a true change
of heart, as grandmother said?
This last seemed hardly plausible,
he was still so young. But still,
his mischievous grin had faded to
an almost angelic smile. And in-
stead of turning up roguishly, the
corners of his mouth dropped sor-
rowfully, as if to inform beholders
that its owner bore the cares of
the Cosmos on his childish heart.
They began to feel that a storm
was gathering. A cloud obscured
the sun, but the cloud was going
to burst. On the seventh day it
did burst, and strange to say, the
family were surprised.
The Boy rushed into the room
flushed and excited, threw himself
into his mother’s lap as she sat at
dinner, and burst into a torrent of
tears.
“JT just can’t stand it any
longer,” he moaned. “I can’t. I
can’t.”
“ What is it, darling?”
“Oh, I just won’t stand it,”
(doubling up his fists, but crying
louder than ever). “I won’t stand
it any more, so there.”
“What is the matter, dear?
Tell mother about it, won’t you?”
“I don’t care, Freddie James
hit me ’cause I won't play fer
marbles with him, an’ he call me
a ‘Fraidy Cat’ an’ a ‘Sissy,’ an’
nen he want me ter pitch pennies
an’ I wouldn’t ’cause I knowed the
Book said not, an’ nen he called
me a ‘ Darned Fool,’ an’ a ‘ Sun-
day-School Miss-nary, an’ I
didn’t dare ter call him nothin’
back, an’ nen he throwed stones
at me an’ hit me ‘gain an’ I ask
him ter hit me on the other side
an’ he chased me clear to our
fence an’ I run, an’ Oh, dear! I
knewed it was wrong.”
“What was wrong, dear?”
“Why playin’ marbles an’ pitch-
in’ pennies, of course. An’ now
I can’t get my hat back, an’ I
don’t know who ’tis ’at’s got it,
anyhow.”
“Got what?”
“My hat. The one with the
white strings on. I was ’goin’
along an’ a feller he sez, ‘Say,
where'd yer git yer dice, Mar-
mar’s Boy? Give us yer head-
piece, will yer?’ An’ so I gived it
to him, an’ nen I gived him my
coat, too, ‘cause ye know the
Book sez that yer must give him
that, too?”
“ Give him what?”
“Why yer coat. I should think
you’d a knowed that. It sez about
yer coat first, but I thought the hat
would do jest as well. An’ nen I
gived an old man my quarter, that
you gived me for candy. An’ he
said he didn’t want it, an’ I told
him he must take it an’ nen I run
away. An’ Willie Baker, he sez
it was old Mr. Richman what owns
the big stores an’ he didn’t need
my money ‘tall, an’ nen I cried
cause I didn’t have no more
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money, an’ I’d gave it ter him an’
he didn’t need it. An’ I give my
cookies to a boy with a basket,
an’ he called me a ‘Cheap Guy,’
an’ oh, dear, I guess that’s all, but
I ain’t never goin’ ter listen ter
that old Book any more, so there!
Qh, dear! Oh, dear!”
“ Well,” said mother, “I should
like to know what this is all about,
anyway.” No one seemed to
know, and the Boy was crying too
hard to tell.
Grandmother looked
“Be a man,” she said.
At that, the Boy sobbed louder
than ever. “That’s what I was
doin’, an’ it didn’t work.”
“What does this mean,” said
severe.
father. “What Book is this I
hear about?”
“Tt’s grandmother’s —_ Book,”
sobbed the Boy.
Grandmother disappeared and
returned with a small, black-cov-
ered volume.
“There,” she said, “I am sure
there is nothing in this to harm
any child. I have been reading
William portions of this each day.
It is time that some morals were
instilled into his mind. He is get-
ting to be a great boy and will,
like as not, grow up into a crim-
inal, if he has no training.”
Father reached for the Book.
He looked at it with a peculiar
smile of recognition. “I wonder
I hadn’t thought of that before,”
he said.
The Boy had begun sobbing
afresh at sight of the Book, and
would not be comforted. Finally,
mother interposed. “ Read a bit
of it.”
“T could recite it just as well,”
said father. He turned to the first
page. “‘A Few Scriptural and
Philosophical Rules for the Moral
Development and Education of
the Young Mind’ (A _ few?
Great Scott, there are a hundred
and fifty of them!) Rule No. I.
If any man ask of thee thy coat,
give to him thy cloak also. Rule
No. II. Be charitable to the poor.
Give to everyone that showeth
need, and to the aged in particular.
Rule No. III. Gambling is a sin
only atoned for by punishment
hereafter. Rule No. IV. If a man
smite thee on the one cheek, turn
to him the other also, etc.’ I
think,” said father. “you don’t
need any more of this until you
are old enough to discriminate.”
The Boy sat up and swallowed
back his tears. “ When will I be
old enough?” he said.
“Well, some people never reach
that state,” said father seriously.
“Then,” laughed the Boy cheer-
fully, his old, familiar smile re-
turning, “I guess I’ll go an’ throw
the old Book away off. An’ I
don’t want none of you to never
speak to me about it ’gain.”
And no one ever did.
Jessie Luck, ’10.
“Lincoln”
(A Sonnet)
Towering aloft like some majestic
mountain top,
He reared his peak against the
sky ;
The tempest’s roar could shake
him not,
Fondly the fleecy clouds embraced
his sides.
His summit bathed with snows of
lustrous white,
Below the placid green;
The winds chanted praises of his
virtues, faith, and love—
His soul unblemished, name im-
mortal—Lincoln!
Brave, discerning—always striving
for the right,
Prudent, patient—never blenching
from the fight;
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Before our misty vision his awk-
ward figure looms,
Grave, composed—in thoughtful
mood, yet ever ready for a
jest;
His brow o’ershadowed with the
Nation’s adversities had but
cleared
And vict’ry but attained, when
lo! he passed from out our
midst.
S. M. W. 713
The Old Butler
The Claytons were an old,
southern family. They lived on
the beautiful old Clayton planta-
tion which had always been the
home of the Richard Claytons.
Among their servants was the but-
ler whom they called Wallace.
Wallace was a very picturesque
and genteel old man, short and
slender. His hair was pure white
and wavy and he wore it rather
long. His eyes were large and
blue and often had a far-away ex-
pression as if he were dreaming
of something in a little world, all
his own. He had the pink and
white complexion peculiar to some
old men and he always dressed
very neatly, usually in an old frock
coat.
He had been in the family ever
since the time when the present
Colonel Richard Clayton was a
boy. They knew that the butler
came there in a rather mysterious
way and no one knew very much
of his early life.
He was greatly loved by all of
the family, but especially by Miss
Dorothy, who had also been a
great favorite of his ever since she
was a little tot who would run to
him and ask him to take her to see
the flowers and the dogs.
Now she had just come home
from abroad, where she had been
studying music with the greatest
masters for four years, and was at
last an accomplished violinist. She
was perfectly devoted to her music
and often just at twilight, the jolly
crowds that always thronged the
home, would miss Dorothy, and
then suddenly they would hear the
soft, sweet strains of the violin.
Early one evening in spring,
when the rose buds were just be-
ginning to come out, Miss Dorothy
stole out into the quaint, old-fash-
ioned rose garden and took her
violin. Greatly affected by the
beauty about her she started to
play Traumerei softly, half dream-
ily, as if by inspiration. When it
was finished she looked up and
saw the old butler standing a little
distance away from her, the tears
streaming down his face. She
went toward him quickly, saying:
“Why, Wallace, what is it? Are
you unhappy?”
After a few moments he an-
swered: “Unhappy, no, indeed,
Miss Dorothy, but I saw you come
into the garden with your violin
and I followed and when I heard
you play so beautifully I just for-
got myself, forgot that I was only
an old butler. And I was living
again in the old days when I was
director of one of the greatest
symphony orchestras in Germany,
and when I would play that same
Traumerei to a large audience, and
they would be spellbound for the
time and then call me again and
again to the stage.
“Ah, yes, Miss Dorothy, once I
was a great musician and I had
lots of money, but I played so
much that one night I was seized
with musician’s cramps, and you
can guess the rest. It nearly broke
my heart to think that my career
was over, and I was at the point
of death for weeks and weeks and
then had to rest for a long, long
al
THE CRIMSON AND WHITE 35
time and when I regained strength
enough to look after my affairs I
found that all my money was gone.
“That same year my wife and
little son died of a fever, and I
was left alone. I could not stay
in my old home so I came to Vir-
ginia to the house of your gran-
daddy and asked for work as a
butler, and have not touched a
violin since,”
Dorothy was so moved she
could scarcely speak, but she took
her violin and placed it in his
hands and after a few moments
of fondling it, he began to play to
her. Of course his fingers were
not as nimble as they once had
been, but the playing was exquisite
and she listened spellbound.
After that evening they became
closer friends and very often went
together to the quaint old garden
where he played the old songs he
loved best for her, and they were
perfectly happy. Bie. a
“The Heart of a Chief”
Far back in the wilderness of
western Virginia, in the green
clothed foothills of the Blue Moun-
tains, stood a solitary cabin;
rudely constructed, small in pro-
portion. It was here that the
struggling pioneer, Godfrey Bar-
ringer, dwelt, together with his little
family. It was here he had cleared
the land; raised his crops; gath-
ered his harvest. His second
Christmas in this isolated region
had come round, and the frontiers-
man was happy, for the preceding
seasons in the field had been fruit-
ful; the Indians had been friendly ;
in the woods he had rarely missed
his mark.
Thus he reclined by the fireside
of his humble abode on the eve of
yule—two chubby-faced children
playing at his feet; his good wife
by his side—pondering over one of
the few volumes the family pos-
sessed. In the farthermost corner
of the apartment sat the pioneer’s
son, a large rugged youth, who was
industriously engaged in fashion-
ing out a device of some kind,
which slightly resembled a weather
vane,
Suddenly there arose from the
nocturnal gloom without the sharp
report of a musket, immediately
followed by a piercing cry. Then
someone was savagely pounding
on the well-secured door, whom,
by his sonorous voice, Barringer
readily conceived to be of Indian
blood. These clamorous knock-
ings and wild entreaties grew
fainter and fainter, until finally
they ceased and something descend-
ed against the heavy oaken portal
with a dull thud. The pioneer
cautiously investigated, and be-
hold! there on the threshold
stretched the prostrate form of a
Pamunkey brave—the crimson
blood streaming in profusion from
a dozen or more frightful wounds.
The father and son _ tenderly
bore the limp body of the Indian
into the cabin, where, owing to his
vigorous constitution, and the per-
sistent attention which he received
from the Mistress Barringer, the
warrior, contrary to the advices of
the household, in a fortnight de-
clared himself sufficiently recoy-
ered to depart for his tribe. The
Pamunkey also informed them,
much to their astonishment, that
he was Rivenoak, son of the great
chief Monakotocka, and told how
he had been sent as an envoy to
the Conestogas, a tribe who dwelt
along the banks of the Susque-
hanna, and how he had been foully
rejected, even tortured, but at
length escaping, made his way to
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the cabin. “ My Pamunkey breth-
ren will surely go on the warpath
to avenge this unreasonable treat-
ment of their representative,” he
asserted in cruder words, but to
the same effect. At the doorstep
Rivenoak paused to thank his host
for his extreme hospitality.
“An Indian never forgets,” he
said. ‘“ Some day I will repay.”
* * * * * * *
Another annum had rolled by,
and found the Barringers still alive
and comparatively well, but by no
means prosperous. Ill-luck had
pursued the unfortunate frontiers-
man during the previous year, and
he had barely realized enough from
his summer’s ventures to sustain
the family through the winter.
It was Christmas morning, and
the despondent man was just re-
turning from the outer storehouse
with a few trinkets he had made
for the children, when suddenly a
long file of Indians emerged from
the adjoining forest, each bearing
upon his arm or shoulder what
proved to be a gift of some sort.
Some carried huge baskets of
victuals—others blankets, furs,
hides, moccasins, and other articles
of Indian manufacture. At their
head strode Rivenoak, the Pamun-
key, his countenance beaming
with amusement as he perceived
the confusion of the pioneer. Each
brave deposited his load before the
entrance of the dwelling, while
their chief hastened to wring the
hand of his former benefactor. A
tear of speechless gratitude had
trickled from the latter’s eye
and moistened his weather-beaten
cheek. The burden of the winter
had consciously fallen from the
pioneer’s shoulders, and never be-
fore had his rustic homestead
seemed dearer to him.
S. M.W. ’x2
Please Help the Blind
One warm afternoon in July,
Bud and Ted sat on the front
stoop, wondering what to do to
amuse themselves.
Bud was the boy who lived next
door to Ted. He was a delicate
little fellow of seven years who
never played with boys because
they were too rough and because
little girls were nicer. Ted was,
any way, you probably think Ted
a queer name for a girl, but it was
just a nickname given her by Uncle
Jack. Her proper name was
Theodora.
“Oh, dear, I’m so hot!” cried
Ted, “seems if I’ll melt away like
that piece of ice over there!” And
she pointed to a piece which had
been forgotten across the street.
“T’m hot, too,” said Bud, “ wish
it was winter.”
“T don't,” replied Ted, “ ’cause
you always have to be bundled
“ Say,” said Ted, after a pause,
“T know something. You ask
your mother for a nickel and I'll
ask mine and then we'll get some
ice cream that'll make us cool.
Bud was perfectly willing and
off they went.
In a very few minutes Ted ap-
peared with disappointment writ-
ten all over her face; she had
looked and called for mamma and
then suddenly remembered that
she was out. So she decided to
get her bank and shake out five
cents. One, two, three, four and
the bank was empty! Then she
remembered that she had given
her ten cents to a little blind boy
about a week before. While
standing there thinking this over
she heard a wail which she knew
belonged to no one but Bud! What
could be the matter? Well, she’d
go and see. When she reached the
house she opened the door and
THE CRIMSON AND WHITE 37
found Bud in the hall crying be-
cause his mother had told him ice
cream would chill his stomach and
he'd get sick again, and Bud
dreaded that.
Ted did her best to comfort him
and then told her story about the
four cents.
Ted's story finished, both stood
thinking it over when suddenly
Ted gave such a cry of delight that
Bud’s mother came to the top of
the stairs and told Bud to be more
quiet or he would have to go to
bed. The children were quite
alarmed at this, so they went noise-
lessly out of the house.
“What made you holler like
that?” said Bud crossly.
“Oh! I have a great plan. You
know about the blind boy and my
ten cents? Well you've got to be
a blind boy and I will lead you.
We can go to the market square
and maybe someone will give you
some money, but you will have to
dress up poor like,” said Ted in
one breath. ‘‘Have you got an old
pair of overalls? I’ve got an old
coat and a pair of black glasses.”
Bud looked scared at the idea of
being blind, but when he thought
how uncomfortably warm he was
he was willing.
“Now you go get the overalls
and don’t tell a soul and I’ll meet
you in our yard in five minutes,”
dictated Ted.
Bud sneaked into the house and
got the overalls out of the rag bag.
Then he went to the place of meet-
ing where he waited for Ted.
“Oh, dear! how you frightened
me,” exclaimed Bud, as Ted came
in dressed in an old dress and
with a sunbonnet on her head.
“Never mind, ’fraid cat, I shan’t
eat you. Here hustle in these and
be quick for it’s getting late,” said
Ted cheerfully,
Two little figures crept out of
the wood shed and down the road
to the market, the little girl lead-
ing a boy with black glasses on
and a sign around his neck:
PLEASE HELP
THE
BLIND
“ Now sit down on that box and
hold out your cap and maybe
someone will give us some money,”
said Ted softly.
Many people went by, but none
noticed the children except an old
man who dropped a penny in Bud’s
hat and mumbled a “God Bless
You.”
No one noticed a tall man on
the opposite side of the street.
“ Push over, Bud, I’m so tired,”
said Ted, “I can’t see.”
“ Neither can I, these glasses are
so black,” replied Bud sleepily.
Ted began to nod and Bud
curled up in one corner and went
to sleep and very soon Ted fol-
lowed suit.
The big man crossed over to the
same side with the children and
looked at them.
“Well of all things, if it isn’t
Ted and Bud. The scamps, what
are they doing here? I thought I
knew that head,” pointing to Ted’s
hair which was a dark red.
“Guess I'll take them home before
they run away.”
When Ted woke up it was nine
o'clock, As she looked around she
saw her mother and Uncle Jack,
and yes, there were Mrs, Thorn-
ton and Bud, who was sound
asleep in her arms.
“Well, you old-rag-a-muffin, did
you have a nice time? What ‘made
you do it, anyway?” asked her
Uncle Jack.
“W—well,” began Ted, with a
little sob in her voice, “ we—e
wanted—ice c—cream—and mam-
ma was out—and and I only—h—
had f—four—c—ce—cents.”
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“You wanted ice cream, hey.
Well, would you like some now or
don’t you think it would taste good
after such a confession?” said
Uncle Jack playfully.
“Oh, will you get some please,”
asked Ted. “and Mrs. Thornton,
may Bud have some, too?”
“Why, I hardly think—,” began
Mrs. Thornton, but was inter-
rupted by Uncle Jack, who said,
“Of course he can. Wake up you
sleepy head, I intend to treat the
blind.” Marian PACKER, 13.
Over the Telephone
“631 Riverside.”
“No, I said 631 Riverside.”
“Hello! Will you please tell
Irene I want to speak with her?
Yes, May Roberts.”
“ Hello Irene, I had a great time
getting you. Ceatral doesn’t seem
to understand English, that’s all.
Will you be home this afternoon?”
“What a shame! I hope it will
be better soon. How did you
sprain it?”
“Last night. Oh, I know, you
went to the Reeves’ reception,
didn’t you? Do tell me about it,
I was just crazy to go. Well you
see I had to stay home, Uncle
George, that troublesome man,
came home. Who ever heard of a
man coming home in the middle
of the night when he has had three
years to get back from Africa in!
Well, no, not quite the middle of
the night. I guess it was about
half-past ten when he came.”
“What kind of a gown did
Hazel wear?”
“Green and black with blue
bands. Oh! I always knew she
hadn’t a speck of taste.”
“T suppose Kate Matthews
wore one of those pink, green and
blue combination affairs of hers?”
“She wasn’t there; what a mis-
fortune. Just think of the posi-
tion the Social World must have
been in without her shining light.”
“You don’t mean it. Why, I
always thought Kitne Lape was
the dearest, sweetest, little person.
I never thought she would dis-
grace herself in that manner.
Wasn’t everyone shocked? I know
I should have been to see a lawn
dress on anyone at one of the
Reeves’ receptions.”
“T should think so!”
“Yes, in just a moment.”
“Dear, wouldn’t those people
make you tired breaking in upon
one’s conversation in that manner.
Well, I shouldn’t care if our busi-
ness wasn’t just as important as
theirs, or if we had been talking a
long time either. Certainly people
are inconsiderate.”
“Well, say, I just called you up
to see if you had noticed the glove
sale in the paper, and, oh say, will
you let me take your dear, little
amethyst pin for to-night.”
“Yes, I am to have the candy
booth.”
“T was. But do you think I
would be in the same booth with
that gossipy Esther Snow for a
minute. Of course not.”
“Tl come over about half past
three for the pin. You’re a dear.”
“All right.”
“ Good-bye.”
Martan Packer, 713.
A little boy of four years asked
his mother: “ Mamma, who made
the lions and elephants?”
“God, my dear,” she answered.
“And did He make the flies,
too?” asked the little fellow.
“Yes, my dear,” replied his
mother.
The little chap paused a while;
then he said: “ Fiddlin’ work,
seems to me — making flies.”—Ex,
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at Albany, N. Y., Post Office.
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BOARD OF EDITORS
Epion-In-cHinr
Jussiz E, Luc, Zeta Sigma, "10
Pearl B, Shafer, Q. L. S., '11 Assistant Editor
Mary Gauger,' | Lterary
Florence Van Vranken, Zeta Sigma 'xx$Leditors
Ruth Thompson, Zeta Sigma, 'to School Editor
Jeraldine Murray, Zeta Sigma, '11 Alumni Editor
Edna Moat, Zeta Sigma, 'r0 Exchange Edito
Harold W. Goowoy, Theta Nw, "to | Business
William H: Thomson, Theta Nu, 'rx f Managers
- 2 = f Advertising
John Delaney, '1 se
Editorials
February is the month of great
men. By that I do not mean that
every month has not given birth
to some genius, but February
seems to have been particularly
generous to America and the world
at large.
In the year 1812, on the seventh
day of this month, a child was
born in England for whom Fame
had prepared an author’s laurels.
Charles Dickens was the name by
which we know him, and_ that
name has become sacred in r
land, and in fact wherever his
books are read. For Dickens
wrote with a purpose. That was
the secret of his success, His books
served to point out many an un-
known defect in English institu-
tions, as well as to thrill his read-
ers with the same love of human
nature which he himself possessed.
Some of his books, as Oliver
Twist and Nicholas Nickleby had
their peculiar message, but all are
full of stories of real life which
cannot fail to touch the heart.
Why, in David Copperfield alone,
we make the acquaintance of the
good and generous, the sweet and
simple, the deceitful and degener-
ate, the quaint and unique char-
acters of life, and with none of
them does Dickens deal so harshly
or so generously that | we cannot
judge them with jus There
has been no greater writer in his
way, than Charles Dickens.
February has given us another
great thinker. Thomas Alva Edi-
son was born February 11, 1857.
America has much for which to
thank this great electrician, but
exactly how far reaching his in-
fluence will be we cannot judge.
Indeed we never can.
But in this month our minds re-
vert especially to the twenty-second
and to the twelfth, In 1732,
George Washington was born, and
in 1809, Abraham Lincoln.
Washington, coming of an aris-
tocratic family, well educated,
early in life a military leader, was
the one man to whom we could in-
trust the birth of the United
States. Through the noise and
smoke of battle, and later in the
disputes of parties, we see him
standing pre-eminent, as the skill-
ful commander, the wise states-
man. And when we see him dur-
ing the long, hard winter of priva-
tion at Valley Forge,—when we
see him kneeling in the snow and
praying that Justice be given the
victory, then, we realize that
Washington, like all truly great
men, received strength from a
higher sou Washington is in-
deed the “ Father of His Country.”
3ut if Washington is the Father,
what is Lincoln? Who would
have thought that the poor, hard-
working, back-woods lad would
ever become President of the
United States? And yet, that is
what happened.
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Divine Providence, trained in the
school of Life, he took up the reins
of authority at the time of two
great crises, that of Slavery and
the Preservation of the Union.
Who can tell of the sorrow of his
great heart as he witnessed the de-
struction, the privation, the loss of
life on every side, and realized how
powerless he was to prevent it?
Loving the North and South alike,
but loving the Union more, who
can describe the sad sweetness of
the mingled pain and joy with
which he heard the song of the
brave boys who assembled at his
call? “We are coming Father
Abraham, full fifty thousand:
strong.” What a man he was!
Truly he deserves the name of
Savior of His Country.
We cannot all be famous as
these men are. Most of us cannot
even claim the same birth month
with them. But each of us is en-
dowed with a spark of divine
genius which is ours to use. We
cannot choose our gifts, but we can
choose whether we will use them
aright. Let us hope that we make
as good a choice as these great men
have done.
Alumni Notes
’o7
Miss Letha Cooper was married
to Mr. Burton Brezee of Herki-
mer, December 3oth.
08
Eben Wiswell has a position in
the D. & H. office.
‘09
Miss Margaret Rhineman is now
attending Miss Comfort’s school
where she is taking a course in
stenography and typewriting.
School Notes
On December 17, 1909, the
Board of Editors of the Crimson
AND WHITE, gave an entertain-
ment for the benefit of the paper.
The returns were beyond all ex-
pectations. The program was an
imitation of a Friday afternoon in
a country school.
Miss Marian Allen has discon-
tinued school on account of ill-
health.
Among the students who have
left school are Misses Marian
Dodds, Annetta Rappe, Ethel
Thomson, Grace Ding, Gladys
Hotaling, Helen Richards and
Messrs. Gerald Grounds, Harold
Springsteed.
Society Notes
Theta Nu
At the last regular meeting of
the Theta Nu Society, the follow-
ing officers were elected for the
ensuing term:
President, Chas. H. Grounds.
Vice-President, Joseph Cody.
Critic, Harold Goewey.
Secretary, Warren Vosburgh.
Treasurer, Duncan MacFarlane.
Chaplain, Irving Goewey.
Sergeant-at-Arms, George An-
derson.
Editor, Raymond Lindsay.
The installation of these officers
took place at the following regular
meeting.
The members of the Society
sympathize with Mr. MacFarlane
in the death of his father.
Adelphoi
During the past ten weeks, the
literary programs have contained
many interesting numbers. The
subjects for debate are of general
interest to the public as well as to
the members of this society. The
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musical selections rendered by
Messrs. Kirk and Springsteed
have been enjoyed by the members.
The regular attendance has been
good and many alumni members
have been: present.
Zeta Sigma.
The regular meetings of Zeta
Sigma have been interesting and
helpful. The debates are proving
to be an aid to the members as
well as a source of interest. Miss
Ethel Secor was a guest at a re-
cent meeting.
On Tuesday, December 28,
1909, The Zeta Sigma Society gave
their annual midyear dance at the
Aurania Club. The hall was pret-
tily decorated with pennants and
the Society colors. Zeti furnished
the music. The chaperones were:
Mrs. Bennett, Mrs. Moat, Mrs.
Van Vranken, Mrs. Palmer and
Mrs. Almy. Outside guests in-
cluded the Misses Mull, Shafers,
Helen Horton, Mary Horton,
Edna Walsh, Rappe, Goldring,
Clute, Champlin, Gerling, Lowry,
and Helen Jeffreys.
Quintilian
At the last meeting of the Quin-
tilian Literary Society, Miss Walsh
presided. Miss Butler read a
witty paper and then gave a reci-
tation. Miss Pearl Shafer gave
the treasurer’s report. It has been
planned to have a Valentine party
at the home of Miss Ballagh.
Prize Contests
The subjects for the prize con-
tests are as follows:
The President’s Medal—Latin
1. Cicero— Fourteenth Philip-
pic—The Pardon of Marcellus.
2. Latin Grammar.
3. Translation at Sight.
The Robert C. Pruyn Medal—
Public Speaking
1. Selections to be made by can-
didates with approval of Faculty.
The McDonald Medal—Mathe-
matics: Algebra, Plane and Solid
Geometry : theorems and original
problems
The Buchanan Medal—English
Essay
1. The College Woman of the
2oth Century.
2. The Seine: Benefactor and
Destroyer.
3- 3000 A. D. An Imaginary
Sketch.
The Principal’s Medal — Senior
Scholarship
1. To be determined by class
standing.
The Mereness Medal — Junior
Scholarship
1. To be determined by class
standing.
The Sage Medal—French
1. Loti: Pécheur D’Islande.
2. French Grammar.
3. Translation at Sight.
The James W. Cox. Jr., Medal—
German
1. Heyse: Das Madchen von
Treppi.
2. German Grammar.
3. Translation at Sight.
Little six-year-old Harry was
asked by his Sunday-school teacher :
“And, Harry, what are you go-
ing to give your darling little |
brother for Christmas this year?”
“T dunno,” said Harry. “I gave
him the measles last year.”
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The most frequent criticism
which comes to our paper from
other schools is our lack of “ cuts”
and illustrations. It is a true and
deplorable fact—we do need more
cuts. Nevertheless, what we can-
not do in one way, we may in an-
other. If each department of our
paper were made as full and com-
plete as space and expense would
allow, it would add much to the
attractiveness of the whole. Our
“School Notes” and “Alumni”
columns need building up. This
can be accomplished only by the
help of the student body. We beg
you to take an interest and if any
bit of news comes to your notice,
kindly inform the editor in charge
of that department.
Upon our exchanges, as a whole,
we have one criticism to make—
please be more explicit when men-
tioning your fellow papers. This ap-
plies particularly to those of you
whoare inclined to knock. Giveyour
reasons when finding fault. Also,
it does not pay to be too severe.
Criticise unfavorably when it is
just but let us not be disagreeable.
The Christmas cover of The
Crimson and White, Gloucester,
Mass., is exceedingly neat.
We do not approve of the cut
heading the exchange column of
the Red and Black, Reading, Pa.
It is unbefitting a school paper.
The story “ Young King’s Cru-
cial Crisis” in The Tattler, Mil-
waukee, Wis., is clever and amus-
ing. We appreciate the moral.
Considering the size of the
paper, a great amount of space is
devoted to the school and society
notes of The Cactus, Pueblo, Colo.
The jokes are good.
The Lilliputian, Canton, N. Y.,
is improving in brightness and at-
tractiveness.
We sympathise with the sugges-
tive cover of the Christmas H. S.
Critic, Hackensack, N. J. A gen-
tle hint oftentimes works wonders.
~The literary department of the
December Budget, Lawrence, Kan.,
is well developed.
The Christmas cover of The
Spinster, Portland, Ore. is the
quaintest and prettiest received.
We were greatly amused at the
cut on the front page of The
Shucis, Schenectady, N. Y. It
shows a fine sense of humor.
Comments Upon Us
Your cover design is odd and
out of the ordinary; the exchange
notes are well written. — The
Voice,
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“You have shown excellent taste
in the selection of fine quality of
paper, and the indexing of the
contents on the cover is a novel
idea. The contents are good, but
a few more cuts would improve
your paper immensely.—The Wild
Cat,
The appearance of the Table of
Contents spoils the cover of THE
Crimson and Wuute—The Po-
lymnian.
Your joshes are lacking both in
quality and number.—The Ruse.
Your paper is about the only
one we have seen that has a good
appearance when printed in double
columns. The only fault is the
lack of definiteness—The Huis-
ache,
The literary department of Tur
CRIMSON AND WHITE is very
well conducted—The Academy
(Owego, N. Y.).
Don’t you think you could find
a better place for your table of
contents than the cover?—H. S.
Recorder.
Crimson AND WHITE, why not
make the other departments of
your paper as interesting as your
literary department?—The A. H.
S. Whirlwind.
This Month’s Exchange List
The Cactus, The Argus, The
Voice, The Comet, The Blue and
White, The Huisache, The Acad-
emy (Owego, N. Y.), The Echo
(S. N. C. Albany), The Lillipu-
tian, The Academe (Hamilton, N.
Y.), The Echo (Nashville, Tenn.),
The Junior Republican Citizen,
The Comus, The Wind Mill, The
Normal News (Cortland, N. Y.),
The Cue, The Tattler, The Budget,
H. S. Critic (Hackensack, N. J.),
The M. H. Aerolith, The Tooter,
The Ledger, The Tiger, The Wild
Cat, The Recorder (Winchester,
Mass.), The Scarlet and Black,
The News (Eugene, Ore.), The
Spinster, The Ruse, The Loyal
Sons Clarion, The H. S. Critic
(Hackensack, N. J.), The H. S.
Argus (Harrisburg, Pa.), The
College Index, The Stylus, The
Orange and Black, The Vexillum,
The Normal News (Cortland, N.
Y.), The Bulletin, The Auroran,
The Crimson and White (Glou-
cester, Mass.), The H. S. Recorder
(Saratoga Springs, N. Y.), The
Whirlwind, The Enterprise, The
Academe (Albany, N. Y.), The
Lyceum, The Opinion, The Po-
lymnian, The Shucis (Schenec-
tady H. S.), The Sentinel (Los
Angeles, Cal.), The Red and
Black (Reading H. S.), The H. S.
Gleaner, The Register, The Garden
Academy Reveille, Ripples, The
Hendrix College Mirror, The Sans
Souci, The “O,” The H. S. Echo
(Nashville, Tenn.), The Skir-
misher, The Lyceum, The Purple
and Gold.
The school has long been clamor-
ing for and exchanges have long
criticised the absence of “knocks.”
Therefore, attendez-vous! and har-
bor no ill feelings.
Our Bulletin Board
For Sale—My little treatise upon
“The Art of Bluffing Gracefully
and Fluently.” attractively bound
in calico. Harold Goewey.
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Wanted—Someone to take pity
upon me and invent a remedy for
my one unfortunate eye.
John Donahoe.
Wanted—A_ well-carpeted, un-
patrolled passage way by which I
may safely slip into the Senior
study room at 9:15 a. m.
J. Anderson.
Civil War Logic
“Ginger, why don’t you en-
list?” asked a white soldier. “Wal,
massa,” said the contraband, “ did
you ever see two dogs fightin’ for
a bone?”
“ Certainly, Ginger.”
“Wal, did you ever see de bone
fight?”
“No.”
“Wal, massa, I is de bone.”
—Ex.
Doctor—“ If you bind salt pork
on your face it will cure the tooth-
ache.”
Patient—* But doctor, won't it
give me pork chops? "—Ex.
An old darky wanted to join a
fashionable church and the minister
feeling it was hardly the thing to
do, told him to go home and pray
over it before deciding.
“Well, and what do you think of
it by this time?” asked the min-
ister.
“Wal, sah,” said the darky, “Ah
prayed and prayed and de good
Lawd, he says, ‘Rastus, ah
wouldn’t bodder mah haid about
dat no more. Ah ’ve been tryin’ to
get into dat chu’ch mahself fo’ de
las twenty yeahs and ah ain’t done
had no luck yet.’”"—Ex,
(Do you think Milton would
agree to this?)
Abraham Lincoln once received
a letter asking for a “sentiment”
and his autograph. He replied:
“Dear Madam.—When you ask
from a stranger that which is of
interest only to yourself, always
enclose a stamp; there’s your
sentiment, and here’s your auto-
graph. A. Lincoln.”
A little boy with an interest in
the meaning of unfamiliar words,
said to his mother. “ What is the
meaning of ‘civil’?” “ Kind and
polite,” answered his mother. A
puzzled look brooded for a second
on the boy’s face. Then he said,
“ Was it a kind and polite war that
was in this country once? ”—Ex.
It is related that when Booker
Washington was dining with Presi-
dent Roosevelt at the White
House, the President remarked:
“This is the second time, sir, that
a Washington has been in this
mansion.” “Yes,” replied Mr.
Washington, “but he would not
have owned me.” “Oh, I don’t
know,” retorted Roosevelt, “if
you had lived near Mt. Vernon, he
probably would.”
I make it my earnest prayer
* * * that God will most gra-
ciously be pleased to dispose us all
to do justice, to love mercy, and
to demean ourselves with charity,
humility and a pacific temper of
mind, so we can hope to be a happy
nation.—George Washington.
Emerson said of Abraham Lin-
coln:
“His heart was as great as the
world, but there was no room in
it to hold the memory of wrong.”
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Stand back! Hands off of Uncle
Sam’s mail!
Stand back there! Back! I say;
For the little red stamp with
George Washington’s picture
Must have the right of way.
S. W. Foss, in the Advance.
Beneath Her
I am funny; and so,
It wasn’t fair,
When I asked her to be mine,
For her to say “ No!”
That she “ didn’t care
For a comic Valentine!”
—Ex.
The Latest Debt-Collecting
Scheme
A novel mode of collecting bad
debts in England is to hire a chaise
painted in flaming red letters “ Col-
lector’s Chaise,” in which the col-
lector makes his daily rounds to
the domiciles of slow-paying debt-
ors. In very obstinate cases, and
when the debtor lives in a fashion-
able house, this chaise, with its
glaring label, is kept standing in
front of the premises several hours
a day. (I wonder if we couldn’t
get something like that for collect-
ing Crimson AND WHITE sub-
scriptions. )
Strange Memorials
An inscription placed over the
grave of a missionary who was ac-
cidentally shot read thus:
“Here lies the Rev. A. B.,
For many years missionary in B,
district.
He was accidentally shot by his
native servant,
Well done, thou good and faith-
ful servant.”
There are many curious epitaphs
upon wives. Here is one from
Ulverston, Lancashire:
“Here lies my wife
Here lies she,
Hallelujah!
Hallelujee!”
Prof. Sayles (sternly)—‘ Why
were you tardy?’
Mr. Anderson (calmly) —
“School began before I got there.”
What Punctuation Does
Here is an example of odd punc-
tuation.
“That that is is that that is not
is not is not that it it is.” To avoid
nightmares, punctuate thus: “ That
that is, is, that that is not, is not,
is not that it? It is—Ex.
THOMAS’ Stones
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First Year—A Quarter Back.
Second Year—A Half Back
Third Year—A Full Back.
Fourth Year—A Hunch Back.
—Ex.
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Florence (impatiently )—“ Ed-
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General Ogle, a member of the
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deputed to compose an address to
the newly elected President, An-
drew Jackson. When the bluff old
warrior submitted his document to
the House, a fellow member, a
dapper little fellow from Philadel-
phia, observed:
“Pardon me, General. I hesi-
tate about making any suggestion
to so distinguished an individual ;
but I cannot refrain from saying
that it is customary with cultured
letter writers to write the first per-
sonal pronoun with a capital ‘I’
instead of a small ‘i’.”
General Ogle retorted: “Sir,
when I write to so great a man as
General Andrew Jackson, I abase
myself, sir. I use as small an ‘i’
as I can put on paper. But, if
ever I wrote to you, I would use
an ‘I,’ sir, that would fill two pages
of foolscap.”
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