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Vou. XI Apri, 1915. No. 4
LITERARY DEPARTMENT
PIERRE,
Pierre had lived years in the last six months, it seemed as though the
world had begun with the outbreak of the war. And what a world it was.
The first disaster had occurred with the death of his father, who had gone
with the first to meet the invaders. The news had broken his mother’s
heart and she had died soon afterwards.
Pierre was little more than a boy, but he had known hard work and
clean, out-door life all his fifteen years, and his body was hard as nails
and bigger than those of most of his comrades.
And now he was actually a soldier. The thought thrilled him. How
fortunate he was. How much more so than Jean and Francois, his
playmates, who had been left behind. When he thought of them he
laughed. And then he thought of Marie, his little sister, who had also
been left behind, and he did not laugh. Ah well, before long he would
return to her and then —a familiar voice interrupted his soliloquy.
“ Squads, right ; column, halt.”
Pierre obeyed mechanically.
“ Fall out.”
Pierre was glad, he was very tired.
Several hours later while Pierre was deciding whether or not to go
to bed he became aware of the usual commotion which attended the
appearance of one of the officers in the company street. He rose with
the rest and stood at attention until the officer was near enough to be
recognized. It was Captain Marquet accompanied by a lieutenant and
Pierre’s own sergeant. Pierre wished fervently they would pass and
allow him to retire. He was decided now.
As Captain Marquet approached, Pierre respectfully saluted, and to
his surprise the party approached him. He remained at the salute
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until he was recognized and then “came down.” His heart was thump-
ing like a machine gun. What had he been doing?
The captain asked a few questions concerning him, mostly of the
sergeant. Pierre was glad, he couldn’t find his voice. After the captain
seemed satisfied, he ordered Pierre to follow him and walked swiftly
down the street in the direction from which he had come; the boy
followed.
Pierre found himself in the outer room of the officer’s tent wondering
what was to become of him. He had visions of being shot at sunrise
and similar experiences. He was not long in discovering.
He walked back to his own tent wild with excitement and bursting
with pride. THe was to be sent on a perilous expedition, which, he had
been assured, no one else could possibly accomplish. He did not know
the details, it was enough that he knew what he did and in the morning
it would all be made clear. Pierre slept very little that night.
The next night found him far away and appearing very different.
And he was yery tired and a little worried — tired because he had walked
all day, away from the sun and then towards it, and worried, partly
because there were some things he did not understand, and partly because
he had a presentiment of disaster.
He was waiting now, precisely as he had been instructed, at the joining
of the two deep ravines mentioned. His orders had been very concise,
“Tf you can pass through the enemy’s lines wait where the two rivers
join and take what is given you. Bring them back to me at once, in
twenty-four hours they will be void. If you get caught, eat them.”
Pierre had told the captain that he understood and had gotten this far
without mishap. No one had suspected a child with a basket of eggs
and he had answered all questions unhesitatingly and untruthfully.
So here he was. He waited and waited, but nothing happened. But
at last something did happen; a man in a uniform of grey appeared
from nowhere, thrust a:tiny box at him, and disappeared again. It
occurred before Pierre could collect himself and find his voice, but just
then something came to his assistance and he became decidedly aware of
himself. And that something was voices.
Pierre slunk into the shadows and strained hi
out nothing in the pale moonlight, but the voi
rapidly.
Presently several figures emerged from a strip of wood to his right.
There must have been at least. They were talking loudly in German
and gesticulating excitedly. Pierre grasped the truth at onee. They had
followed his colleague until recently and had evidently lost him. Clearly
it was his cue to slide.
So slide he did, and fate helped Pierre, and a cloud covered the moon.
He moved cautiously to the left and then broke into a run, He was glad
he had noticed what surrounded, it helped him somewhat as he stumbled
along in the blackness. Suddenly he stopped and, opening the box which
He could make
grew more distinct
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he had been clutching in his hand, he took out a miniature roll of paper
and thrust it in his shoe.
It was then that fortune forsook him; the moon sailed from behind
its curtain and sought him out.
He was quickly discovered by the party of the enemy and they took no
pains to conceal it.
He broke into a run at once, skirting the ridge of wood along the ravine
on his right, and the Germans took up the chase.
If Pierre were under the impression that he could outrun them and
thus elude them he was vastly mistaken. They gained steadily and before
long were scarcely a hundred feet in the rear.
Something must be done and at once. Pierre thought if he only had
not put the papers in his shoe he at least could swallow them, but if he
stopped now to take them out the enemy would be upon him.
He must throw them off his trail. As a last resort he turned to the
tight and plunged into the denseness of the woods.
Pierre was partially successful. He succeeded in eluding his pursuers
for the time, but fate again turned against him.
He was becoming a little more hopeful, and stopping, took the packet
from his boot and without hesitation, swallowed it. As he did so, the
earth beneath him gave way and Pierre found himself being borne over
the edge of the cliff. He struggled and clutched in vain and at length
closed his eyes to the inevitable.
Down he went with increasng speed and was on the verge of uncon-
sciousness when he was brought up with a jolt, finding himself wedged
against the trunk of a tree on one side and the slide on the other.
He lay helplessly for some time and then began to struggle to free
himself. He gave up in despair after a while; it was absolutely hopeless.
What was he going to do? It was his own safety which he thought
of now. He had failed in this errand, was he to die in the attempt?
Sounds of the Germans in the woods above came to him. They could
not understand his disappearance. Should he call out to them and warn
them of his presence? They might easily save him, but for what? Pierre
shuddered. He knew how the Germans treated spys. No; positively he
couldn’t do that.
The only other thing to do was nothing. Again Pierre shuddered. He
also knew what that meant. Surely there wasn’t much choice. To be
shot as a spy, his name blackened, or die of starvation at the mercy of
the birds!
Pierre pondered, and shuddered, and sank into unconsciousness.
*£ * * * *
Some hours later a detachment of French outriders came stealthily
through the ravine. By the merest chance they discovered the uncon-
scious boy and lifted him tenderly and carefully from his prison. Pierre
lived to be a great favorite in his regiment and an honor to the French
army. U. W., 715.
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THE EASTER BONNET.
Mrs. Brown sat in the comfortable armchair in front of the glowing
fireplace. She was wondering how she could get an Haster hat with only
five dollars of her monthly allowance remaining. She did not like to
ask her husband for more, as he thought it unnecessary for women to
have every little article they desired. Just as she was about to rise from
her chair, her husband entered.
“Well, Mary, what is it now? Something new again? Wondering
how to get it?”
His wife answered rather despondently, “ Well, no; I guess not.”
Mr. Brown well knew that a hat was in her mind and leaving the house,
resolved to go in quest of an Easter bonnet to surprise her. He walked
briskly along the noisy streets of New York city. Finally coming to a
small millinery establishment, he entered.
“Good morning,” said the black-eyed clerk, taking a sweeping glance
of the man from head to foot. “Is there something I can do for you?”
“Well, yes; possibly,” replied Mr. Brown. “TI am looking for a hat
for my wife and would like to see what you have.”
“Very well, step right this way,” said the clerk, going toward a case
full of hats. ‘“ Here is a smart looking model, direct from Paris. You
sce what beautiful feathers these are.”
“Oh, I don’t want any feathers, they are entirely too common,” said
Mr. Brown.
“Well, here is a very pretty flowered hat. Does your wife like
flowers? ”
“Well, I guess she does. I know she is particularly fond of geran-
iums. If you would take those stingy looking rose buds off, which are on
the brim and look as if they were going to fall off every minute, perhaps
she might like the hat. Then put a row of geranium leaves around the
crown and a few blossoms in the b
The clerk looked somewhat amu i
would like that. You know they never trim hats with geranium leaves.
Possibly you have them confused with some other flow:
At this Mr. Brown said he gue he knew the diffe:
and geraniums. “ Well, what is the price of the hat?
with a deep sigh.
“Only fifteen dollars,” replied the clark. “You see the fine quality
of straw, all hand sewed, and more than that, the latest style.”
“Only fifteen dollars, did you say!” echoed Mr. Brown. “T wouldn’t
give ninety-eight cents for that. Well, I don’ ything more I like.
Pretty poor assortment of hats!”
Thoroughly disgusted he turned and left the store, wending his way to
the next millintr op.
This time he entered a rather large establishment and decided not to
take the clerk’s advice but to use purely his own judgment. He walked
tly to an elaborately adored ease and while he was studying the hats
'y intently, the head clerk stepped up to him. :
between roses
ed Mr. Brown
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“Something you would like? A child’s hat?”
“No; I want a hat for a woman about my age. She might be my wife
and still she might not,” said Mr. Brown, thinking it this time unneces-
sary to explain for whom he wanted the hat. “Can you show me some-
thing?”
“ Gladly sir; will you be seated? ”
He sat down. he clerk came forward with a small hat trying it on
herself to give the man the right idea.
“No; I don’t like that at all. I must say I have no use for those
postage stamps which women cock on one ear,” said Mr. Brown.
“ Well, sir; do you care for anything on this order?” A wide brimmed
hat was brought out, very beautifully trimmed with a bird of paradise.
“T don’t care for that either,” said Mr, Brown, “ One bird with such
a few feathers looks as if it had been moth eaten. Now if you put about
six such birds on the hat it might not look quite so forlorn.”
The clerk smiled rather dubiously and said, “ The price of that hat now
is thirty dollars and if you had six birds | don’t believe you would care
to purchase it.”
“No, I don’t believe I would. ‘Thirty dollars!” echoed Mr. Brown.
“Can’t you show me something less expensive?”
“ Yes, sir; ” said the clerk, and handed him a round black sailor, think-
ing this might satisfy his w:
“ What is the price, please
“ One ninety-eight,” said the clerk.
“Well that sounds much better, but it surely lacks trimming.”
“You certainly have no taste in hats, whatever,’ answered the clerk
indignantly, while Mr. Brown walked out of the store very much out of
temper.
He next entered a department store to see if he would have better luck
there. After entering the elevator and going up to the seventh story he
found the clerks very willing to wait on him. He immediate x
up a white leghorn hat, much too young for a woman of forty y
age, and approached the clerk. ‘ Will you have the kindness to trim this
for me?”
“Certainly,” answered a very agreeable voice from among a number of
clerks. “What would you like? Is it for a child or an older person? ”
“ For an older person,” said Mr. Brown coldly.
© Don’t you think this is a rather young looking he
“Not at all, not at all! Now would you kindly trim this as I say?”
“ Pxactly as you say,” answered the clerk cheerfully.
“Please put a row of large daisies around the crown and in front a few
bows of narrow white ribbon.”
“You mean baby ribbon?” asked the clerk with an amused glance.
“Yes; maybe you do call it that. Then on the brim fasten a few
bunches of forget-me-nots. Lastly, to avoid those miserable hat pins
which are always endangering men’s eyesight, sew on white streamers,
that will tie and make a neat bow under the chin, with a few ends hang-
ing down so as to make it appear a little fancy.”
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“Just as you wish,” answered the clerk, and turned to trim the hat
with a broad smile on her face which she was particular to avoid while
in the customer’s presence.
Mr. Brown waited with patience for about an hour at the end of which
time the clerk handed him the box.
“ How much will that be?” said Mr. Brown.
“Ten dollars,” said the clerk.
“Very well, here it is; a pretty big price, although I think it is about
the neatest and prettiest hat I have seen this season.”
With a light heart Mr. Brown turned homeward to surprise his wife.
He entered the living room where she was busy and handed her the box.
“Why, John, what have you there?”
“ Just a little nt for you and T am sure you would like it if you
knew the trouble I had in getting it.”
Carefully the box was opened and at the first glimpse Mrs. Brown burst
into tears.
“Why, John, do you suppose I could wear a hat of this description, it
is only suitable for a little child. Why didn’t you tell me what you
intended to do and I would have gone with you to select it!”
Mr. Brown, tired and discouraged, sat down and ate his dinner alone,
resolved that hereafter Mrs. Brown could make her own selection and that
he would pay the price without a murmur.
M. K,, 715.
ALL IN THE GARDEN.
Richard Brooks and his sister Gertrude were coming home one day
when Gertrude asked, “ Wouldn’t you like to have a garden of flowers
this summer, Richard? ”
“T have been thinking of it myself. Why, would you like one?”
“Yes, I should like one very much, but I thought I should like to get
your help,” she replied.
Richard gladly consented to help and they began their plans at once.
It was not long before they had some very promising flower beds which
were the envy of all their friends.
“T wish that I had a brother like yours to help me plan and make a
garden,” sighed Bertha Shelling, Gertrude’s best friend. However, she
was determined to try herself; so she put in a few seeds which would not
take long to sprout, and waited with great expectancy for the appearance
of the first shoots. They all came up and she was very pleased with her
garden.
Bertha wanted some pansies yery much and upon inquiry found that
it was not yet too late to grow them. So she went over to Gertrude’s and
told her that she was going to have some pansies and asked if she would
help her set them out. Gertrude promised to help and said she would
give her enough plants.
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“ They are not in bloom yet,” she explained, “ but they are large plants
and promise fine pansies. I will be over to-morrow and we will put them
in your garden.”
That evening Gertrude mentioned to Richard that she had promised
Bertha some pansy plants.
“T say, sis, will you let me pick them out for her?” he exclaimed as if
an idea had just occurred to him.
“Why, yes, if you care to do it,” Gertrude replied.
The next afternoon the unexperienced gardeners set out the plants
which Richard had picked out for them.
The next week the girls were invited to spend a fortnight with friends
at their summer camp. Richard told the girls he would take care of their
gardens for them until they returned.
Several days afterward Mrs. Brooks remarked to her son, “ Didn’t
Bertha want pansy plants? Those Gertrude gave her look like mignon-
ette, Mrs. Shelling told me.”
The girls stayed a little longer than the two weeks for they were en-
joying themselves immensely. Mrs. Shelling wrote Bertha that her pan-
sies were proving to be mignonette, but that they had not bloomed yet.
Bertha wrote back that she just loved mignonette and she would like to
see her garden.
When the girls did return the gardens were all a-blossom in token of
welcome. ‘The first chance Richard had he whispered to Gertrude, “ Did
you tell Bertha who picked out her pansy plants?”
“Yes; why?”
“Oh! nothing much. Wouldn’t you like to see how they are coming
along?” He avoided her inquiring glance.
“Yes, I would,” assented Gertrude. So they went together over to their
friend’s garden.
Gertrude knelt and plucked a tiny blue flower, She stood gazing at it
for what seemed to Richard a long time. hen she spoke:
“Richard Brooks, these aren’t pansies or mignonette, either one ——”
“Well, what are they?” broke in Bertha’s voice. She had just come
out. “Let me see. Why they are forget-me-nots.”
“You did it on purpose, didn’t you? ” accused his sister.
“Well, suppose I did,” admitted Richard.
M. K. B., 718,
Tf all the year were playing holidays,
To sport would be as tedious as to work. — Shakespeare.
Let all the ends thou aim’st at be thy Country’s, thy God’s and
Truth’s. — Shakespeare,
Every person has two educations — one which he receives from others
and one, more important, which he gives himself. — Gibbon,
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THE CALL OF LIFE.
Big Dan lounged out of one of the city’s ten saloons (the “city” was
a typical backwoods western town, by the name of “ Minetown.” Be-
sides the saloon, there were two stores, one church, one school, a jail, a
“nickolet,” admission twenty-five cents, and twenty houses). A darling
five-year-old child was playing in the road, and he asked her her name.
“ Roseclair,” she replied, and then immediately explained that her mother
had wanted her to be named Rose, and her father had insisted upon Clair,
so they had finally compromised on “ Roseclair.” “ Nice kid,” thought
Dan, as he mounted his horse.
According to his custom he dug his spurs and lashed the animal with
the whip, as a starter. Now the pony, or rather “the cayuse,” as he
should rightfully be called, was used to this treatment, but he had just
had a meal of oats and felt in a rebellious mood. Down started his head,
up went his heels and the bucking began. But Dan was also used to such
things. Before the animal’s head could reach a good bucking basis, the
master’s iron muscles had jerked it high into the air. At the same time
the quert was applied to the most tender spots in a most efficient manner.
Of course Dick (the cayuse) was accustomed to being beaten. But who
ean do any real strenuous bucking when one’s head is held so high that
one can hardly breathe? The kicking ceased, but the beating did not.
But now someone else appeared upon the scene. “ Roseclair,” haying
eluded her father’s hand, rushed up to the two, and seized the cruel
quert, as it was falling for the fiftieth time. An angry welt appeared on
the little hand, but the little heart was too enraged to notice that.
“You’re a bad, bad man! You stop that right now! I don’t love you
an’ nobody else does an’ 2
Don rode on, She was only a child, he thought, and not worth notic-
ing. He would think about something else, on his fifty-mile ride to his
ranch. As he rode on, neither seeing nor hearing any signs of humanity,
all nature talked to him. The hills, the vall the plains, the alkali
dust itself and the sage brush which dotted it all shouted at him.
“T don’t love you, an’ nobody does. I don’t love you an nobody does,”
ete., ete.
When he reached the end of the thirtieth mile he came to a small creek.
Tlere he dismounted, and prepared to eat his evening meal. At an un-
guarded moment Dick slipped away. When Dan discovered the loss, it
was too late to pursue him on foot, and he had no other horse with him.
He cursed vehemently, as he watched the white speck reach a distant
mountain and climb slowly toward the top. Suddenly it stopped. Ten,
twenty, minutes the man watched, and finally started in the direction of
the speck.
It took a long time to reach the sought-for point. When he finally
came to the spot there lay Dick with a huge stone upon his right front leg.
Dan took out his pistol. “It’s humane,” he said. The horse looked be-
seechingly at him, a bird sang over head, a cool breeze laden with the
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scent of flowers passed through the pines, and whispered, “ Nobody loves
you.”
‘There was no shot. He took the wounded creature to the nearest ranch
and carefully doctored and cared for it for over two months. And all
just because the man had thought, “I wonder if I could make even my
horse love me.”
As the horse grew stronger again, the man grew wiser. “T love Dick,”
he said, “and I’ll have to prove it to him.” So he took the only creature
in the world whom he really loved, up wpon the mountain, and set him
free, telling him to go back to his fellows.
The wild called to its child, the horse, with a call that few can refuse.
Dick heard the call, and joyfully started to respond. But he must have
one more look at the man. He turned — there in the valley below trod a
weary, bent figures. Something stirred in the heart of the wild beast, and
he heard a call, stronger than the call of the wild, stronger than all other
calls — the love call of life.
The man heard hoof-beats and turned,
“Well, old pal, so you've come back! Guess you must love this old
sinner a little bit after all.”
C. BE. L, 715
A MISTAKEN IDENTITY.
Tt was ten o’clock of a glorious spring morning when Captain Moro
emerged from the tent of General Herboga, his commander. He proceeded
direetly to the stock quarters, where his horse awaited him, swung lithely
into the saddle and was off toward the east. Oh! it was good to be alive
that morning, Released from the arduous and confining duties of the
camp, what could be better than to be galloping through the country with
the crisp breeze playing riotously in his wavy hair. THe raised his face,
fresh with the vigor of youth, to the blue and gave thanks for the day
and this trip he was taking. But as he meditated thus, new and more se
ous thoughts entered his mind. This beautiful Bosnia, his fatherland and
the principality of his allegiance was at war with the neighboring pro-
vince, Mandora, toward which he was even now riding. What would be
the outcome? He sighed and half gaye himself up to troubled thought,
when a bird, trilling forth its gladness in jubilant song, recalled him to
the day and the joys it was to bring.
+ While he was riding thus through the fertile fields of Bosnia, over the
line in Mandora a wild looking horseman plunged into the Mandorian
camp and rushed into the tent of General Gonzalo, with naught but a
hasty salute.
“Your honor,” he said, “I have an important message for you.”
The general, recognizing his most reliable spy, signed to his attendants
to leave, stationed a guard and prepared to listen to the messenger. The
spy was by now calm and addressed the general coolly,
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“Your honor, I have come from the camp of Herboga whence I have
ridden at full speed. While prying about the woods this morning near
the camp, I overheard General Herboga ordering one of his men to can-
vey certain messages, verbal I am sure, and one that I think had been
delivered already to him, to the king of Hernia. They are probably of
great importance — perhaps to sue for aid. Now if we could capture
this man and force him to give us the messages we would be able to gain
a great advantage over the enemy.”
The general’s face had lighted during this recital and he asked, “ Could
you describe the man?”
“Not very well. I couldn’t see much of him, but he was tall, young,
and what I did notice, as that side was turned toward me, he had a sear
on his left temple. Moreover, he was to take the direct road to the edge
of this province and then strike north along the border to Hernia. He
was to leave at ten. If you send soldiers to the border immediately they
cannot fail to catch him.”
Hastily the general wrote an order and handing it to the spy, said,
“Go! take that order to B Let him go to the border at once with
two companions. The paper contains the scant description of the man
you gave me.” Then he added, “ You shall be richly rewarded if things
turn out well.”
At the last words the spy’s little eyes gleamed with avarice and he with-
drew to deliver the order.
Shortly after half-after ten Captain Moro was approaching the danger
line between the two warring countries. As he drew nearer he hastened
his horse as if in anticipation, and, while galloping along, the branch of
a burned and charred tree brushed his but he paid no heed ; farther
on he stopped abruptly at the point where the main thoroughfare was
joined by the Hernia road. Somewhere near and straight ahead was the
border line and not far off was his destination. Suddenly he felt a strange
presentiment — a sensation of evil, as though he were being watched ; but
even at that moment this sensation was replaced by one of joy as there
came floating to him on the breeze the sound of a sweet voice upraised in
song. Forgetful of danger, he spurred forward.
ing the line, turned a bend and brought his h
rose-covered cottage. At the gate stood a
world for him. To him. he sat motionles
miration upon her, she divinely fair, the sun burnished her masses
of fine-spun hair to a soft red-gold, her complexion might have vied with
the most perfect peachblow, her adorable mouth was twisted into a smile
of welcome, and best of all her eyes, deep and sincere, reflected the light
in his own, Inyoluntarily as he s x to the ground he raised his hand
to his forehead in a ute to her loveliness, erying, “ Marie, Marie, at
last T haye gotten here.”
all unknowingly cross-
to a halt before a tiny,
rl—the only girl in the
gazing with love and ad-
What unkind fate spoiled the joy of that moment? Even as he reached
her, she screamed and recoiled, pointing behind him. He wheeled about
and found himself facing three leveled revolvers in the hands of three
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evil-looking soldiers of Mandora. Amazed he sprang back while the
soldiers exchanged significant glances, one muttered to another, “ Yes,
he must be the one; see the scar.”
“T arrest you as a spy in the territory of Mandora,” said the leader.
“A spy!” Captain Moro exclaimed.
“Come now, hands up, my felloy
“But I do not understand this in the least,” replied Moro.
“No?” With that one of them took him by the arm, tuned him
ubout and pointed to a bluff behind the cottage where, in the other
province, floated the flag of Bosnia from one of the border posts, “ Did
you not salute it?” continued the man. “Ha! Ha! now will you an-
swer to the general for it.”
So his salute to Marie had been his undoing. He glanced at her
white face in dismay; of course they would not believe him if he told the
truth. But he wouldn’t give in without any fight. Te sprang suddenly
upon his assailants; whereupon followed a brief and one-siderd combat
which ended in Moro’s being strapped to his horse with bound hands.
Thus he was led off down the toad, calling “Good-bye, Maric; do not
despair.” And he was gone.
Tt was some hours after Moro had left her when Marie, returning from
a trip to Herboga, to whom she had recounted the affair, discovered on
the grass two papers, probably dropped in the struggle of the morning.
Quickly she picked them up. One was a leave of absence made out to
Captain Moro by Herboga, giving him permission to visit Marie B ——.
The other was the order signed by Gonzalo warranting the capture of the
messenger. Instantly the entire situation flashed across her mind —a
mistaken identity. But the sed Moro had no scar — but — merciful
goodness, the man she had met at the crossroads not ten minutes before
her lover arrived had had one —she remembered now and he was gallop-
ing at a mad speed toward THernia. What could she do? She knew Gon-
zalo and was admired by him. Would her word in the matter haye any
weight with him? Yes, she would try, Securing the papers in her belt
she flung herself into her saddle and raced madly in the direction the
soldiers had taken.
In the meantime, with spirits low as they had been high in the morn-
ing, Moro arrived at Gonzalo’s camp with his three escorts. Word was
sent to the general, who straightway ordered the prisoner to be brought
before him.
r!
“Well, my young fool,” he began pleasantly, very pleasantly, when
Moro appeared, “so we caught you. Ha! Ma! This is fine for Herbog:
d—n him.” Moro flushed, but did not rep The general continued
with a threatening look, “We had you arrested for spying just as a
pretense. What we want are those messages, so you might as well
start in.”
A look of utter bewilderment passed over Moro’s face as he fronted
his accuser.
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“Sir,” he cried with sudden heat, “I know of no messages — neither
am I a spy. I have been insulted by your men while on a peaceable
errand. Herboga will retaliate for this.
“Ha! Ha!” came the general’s disagreeable cackle, “ Not so fast, young
man, General Herboga dispatched you with messages to Hernia this
morning and you know it. Also you were captured in our territory.”
Moro gazed speechless from one to another and looked finally on the
face of the general, which was distorted with an ugly grin.
“ Sir, I tell you again, I know nothing of those messages, and if I did
I would not communicate them to you.”
“You may change your mind before sunset, for if you do not deliver
those dispatches to me by then you shall be shot with a hundred bullets.”
And the aspect of his faced showed that he meant it. Moro was taken
to an empty tent, well guarded by soldiers. There, the general sneered,
he could decide between life and death.
The rest of that afternoon was a veritable hell to Moro. Never before
had life seemed so sweet. But his loyalty, his honor! Should he give
in and make up some plausible messages? How could he? In the first
place he did not know how much his captors knew, in the second place,
any messages he gave might prove to be harmful to his own cause. Any-
way, would he be believed? Probably not, unless he could just strike
something plausible. And then something told him that it would be
more heroic to meet his death —a martyr to his cause. But Marie! At
that thought he groaned aloud. How could he die and never see her
again? How could he give up his dream? But there seemed to be no
way. So the afternoon wore on and the sun sank farther and farther
from the zenith. Finally, a half an hour before sunset, he saw Gonzalo
drawing up a company of riflemen —a hundred in all. He shuddered
with terror. Then Gonzalo came to the tent.
“The messages?” he inquired.
“T have no messages,” answered Moro in a dead voice. Whereupon
the general withdrew, returning every five minutes to ask the same ques-
tion and receive the same answer. Finally a guard led him to a point
in front of the riflemen. Alas! His doom had come! His ery was,
“Marie! Marie!”
But no. What was that sound! Hoof beats coming nearer and nearer.
Suddenly a girl all in white dashed into the midst of the assemblage and
threw herself before the general.
“ Marie B. !” gasped Gonzalo.
“ General,” cried Marie, “he is not the man you want. You have made
a mistake.” She showed him Moro’s leave of absence, and then the
other paper, saying: “It says—ascar. This man has no scar,”
“Oh, but, mademoisell aken, see, there on his temple.”
Marie looked and fascinated drew near him, then with a sudden move-
ment grasped her handerkerchief and wiped away a spot of soot. The
burned tree, thought Moro. Then Marie with a gesture of triumph told
Gonzalo of the man she had seen in the morning and pled eloquently
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for Moro’s life. Gonzalo wavered, but was loath to lose his prize. But
just then the unexpected happened. A small body of cavalry appeared
on the scene carrying the body of a wounded prisoner whom they had
captured on the road to Hernia. Dumfounded Gonzalo gazed at him
and saw the identifying scar; dumfounded he turned toward Moro, but
before he could speak a breathless courier dashed into the camp shouting,
“Vly! Fly! Herboga and all his force are coming.” A terrible stampede
and flight followed. Horsemen flew right and left across the plains, Gon-
zalo leading them all, to reach shelter and safety. So when the forces
of Herboga arrived the only human beings to be seen were a man and
girl standing in each other’s arms watching the setting sun, and not far
from them the prostrate form of a wounded soldier.
W., 715.
The best son of his country is he who gives the best manhood to his
country. — Anon.
Be thou the first true merit to befriend,
His praise is lost who waits till all commend. — Pope.
He who governs his tongue is perfectly able to control all his pas-
sions. — Channing.
The best kind of sympathy is that which lends a hand.
There is nothing which costs so little and goes so far as courtesy.
Not what you read, but what you remember, will make you wise.
The great theater for virtue is conscience. — Cicero.
ixperience teaches slowly, and at the cost of mistakes. — Froude.
Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law. — Goldsmith.
No man ever touched another man’s honor ;
All honor’s wounds are self-inflicted. — Andrew Carnegie.
Our deeds determine us as much as we determine our deeds. — George
Eliot.
THE
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VoL. XI ALBANY, N. Y., APRIL, 1915. No. 4
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The Baster vacation has come and gone and the passing days find us
again at work —this time on the home stretch — toward the goal of
the completion of another year. If we have hitherto labored well the
last term will not be hard; if we have been remiss we must now bend to
the fray with redoubled zeal. For some of us this “home stretch ” will
be the last that may ever be experienced in our beloved school; for the
graduating class at least the work and pleasure of these last months will
be more or less mingled with something very much akin to regret. But
we must not allow gloomy thoughts to overshadow the happy memories
of a happy year. Spring has come!— and truly a wonderful spring it
has been thus far. ‘The buds are opening, green grass is springing into
life, birds are singing exultantly, indeed.
“God’s in His Heaven,
All’s well with the world.”
should not we also rejoice with beautiful nature? We shall, we
joicing to our work and to our play until
ied by it. Let us not be troubled by that
have ereated out of their own
Wh;
shall! We shall carry that 1
all things will seem to be glor'
strange fiction, that people themselv
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imagining and call—for want of a more suitable name— “spring
fever.” It will not bother us if we determine not to let it get a hold on
us if we entirely forget the existence of such an evil. For, naturally,
we are, at this time of the year, inspired to action, to energy, to life.
With the clean, fresh, pure air of the new season comes an overwhelming
desire to accomplish great things, to be of use in this great world of
ours, to make others happy. If we settle down with a will to the work
before us for the next few months, determining with the spring to
carry it on with quickened faculties, renewed purpose and all that is
good in us; if every moment of every crowded day we remember, each
one of us, to be cheerful and happy and to look always on the bright side
of life — then indeed we can not but make our desire a reality. Then
we will have come to a place of honor and affection among our fellow
schoolmates.
“The Crimson and White” concert, held in the College Auditorium
on the evening of March 26th, was a suecess beyond the highest expecta-
tions. As you all know it was given by the Albani Quartette with the
assistance of Miss Josephine Lyon, Reader. As by far a smaller number
of you know, by your personal experience, we were finely entertained.
The Quartette, though they seem to think that we are all babies and
enjoy ridiculously funny things, that we have heard before, more than
anything else, gave some serious numbers and were on the whole very
amusing and much applauded. As for Miss Lyon, it would be impossi-
ble for any who did not hear her to grasp the least realization of her
talent. The ease and vividness with which she rendered her selections
make them hardly less real to us now than on the evening she gave
them; indeed we laugh yet when we think of such funny expressions as,
“@osh! I swallowed me gum,” and the realistie way in which she said
them. Financially, we feel richer than ever before, for we cleared, aside
from all expenses, the magnificent sum of fifty dollars. Think of it,
boys and girls! It certainly means a great deal to us— pins, for
instance. But we were rather disappointed in the rather poor support
the school gave u far from encouraging to see so few students
there. You certainly missed a good time, ye remiss ones, but we do not
feel the least bit sorry for you; you had the opportunity to go, but
refused to take it. Therefore you are rather to be pitied for not knowing
what is good for you and your school. “The Crimson and White ”
realizes, however, that many gave their loyal support to the whole affair;
the Board wishes to thank all those who helped, in the selling of tickets
and otherwise, to make it a success.
The brave man carves out his fortune, and every man is the son
of his own works.— Cervantes.
Tt is not what a man gets, but what a man is that we should think
of.— IT, W. Beecher.
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ALUMNI NOTES.
Marguerite Clark, °14, was home from Vassar during the spring vaca-
tion. She had as her guests over the week-end four classmates.
Alice Ody, ’13, is teaching in School 19, West Albany.
Alice Griffin, 13, is now living in New York City.
Katherine Pollack, °14, and Marian Domery, 713, visited school while
home from Simmons College for their spring vacations.
Edward McDowell, "14, was home from Dartmouth for his spring
vacation.
Bertha Race, ’14, is attending Business College.
Katherine Blessing, “14, is taking a rest from school at her home in
New Scotland.
Marian Packer, ’13, has been seriously ill. The whole “H. S. D.” of
the “N. Y. S. C. T.” extends its sympathy and wishes her a speedy
recov
Beatrice Gazely, *11, has been married recently to Mareus Myers of
this city.
Frances Vosburgh, *14, visited us while home from Vassar.
Ruth J. Guernsey, “04, has really become famous since she left these
hallowed walls.” (That doesn’t mean that she wasn’t famous before
she left. She was. However, the world at large, in general, pays more
attention to efficient work outside of school than inside.) After gradu-
ating from the State College in *07 she taught first in Salem, N. Y.,
then in Poughkeepsie and then in S ctady, doing special work with
foreigners. At present she is supervisor of work with atypical children
in Schenectady. She gives the Binit-Simon test to backward children,
supervises the teaching of these children and does the field work in
connection with cases after the school age. She is also the secretary
of the Atypical Section of the State Teachers’ Association. Is C. H. 8.
proud of Ruth Guernsey? Ja!
Edith Mead, 713, is preparing for her marriage, which is to take place
in the near future. The lucky fellow is Clarence Crocker of Glenmont.
SCHOOL NOTES.
Spring has eome and with it the close of our Paster vacation. The
recess has been very satisfyingly long and pleasant so we should not com-
plain even if it does seem hard to have to go back to work again just as
the beautiful weather is beginning. We were all so glad to get our
reports before school closed, because it would have been perfect agony
to have had to worry about or marks until we came back. Perhaps
we were a little disappointed with them, but that makes us all the more
eager and willing to work harder this last term and do our very best.
On Lincoln’s birthday Lieut. Atchison addressed the members of the
College and the High School in the auditorium. His subject was the
“Horrors of Warfare,” and his talk was very much enjoyed. His stories
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of past wars were so sincere and so vivid that they made us realize only
too well how dreadful this great war, which is going on now, is. On
Washington’s birthday we were favored with a holiday. Even one day of
pleasure coming in the midst of the school work is very refreshing indeed.
The Theta Nu Society gave a dance in the gymnasium to the entire
school on Friday evening, March 19th. The gym was effectually
decorated with red and green crépe paper, the society colors, and numer-
ous pennants and banners. There was rather a small crowd, but all
who were present had a splendid time, enjoying the dancing and the
delicious punch. ‘lhe dance was informal and quite different from our
usual functions, but followed a plan proposed by our principal to all
the societies. he dancers went home promptly at eleyen much to the
joy of Mr. Sayles and their parents.
We are yery sorry to see that William McKenna and Raymond Carr
have left school.
A concert was given by the Albani Quartette and Miss Josephine Lyon
under the auspices of “The Crimson and White” board on Friday
evening, March 26, 1915, in the College Auditorium. It was held for
the purpose of raising money to help pay the expenses of our school
paper, and met with great success. The audience seemed to enjoy it
very much,
The Seniors have held several meetings lately and have decided upon
their commencement invitations. ‘hey have also held elections for
class day, and the results are as follows:
Poetess ..... . Margaret Shirtz
Historian . Margaret Lovett
Prophetess Caroline Lipes
Giftorian Marion White
Testator ..
..-Nelson Covey
‘The school extends its congratulations to them.
After a long delay the Junior Class has been organized and its mem-
bers have held seyeral interesting meetings.
The results of the elections are —
President
Vice-President
‘Treasurer ...
Secretary ....
. Ansley Wilcox
Frances Myers
Culver Sperry
.. Helen Meade
The Juniors have decided to give a reception to the Seniors in the
gymnasium on Saturday evening, May first, from eight until eleven
o'clock. They sincerely hope that all the Seniors will be present and
promise to give them a good time.
Sometime ago the Freshmen English classes held a little entertain-
ment for themselves in room 302. The program, under the sup
of Miss Clement, consisted of piano solos, vocal solos, recitations and
readings. It was much enjoyed.
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ZETA SIGMA LITERARY SOCIETY.
The meetings of Sigma have been of especial interest this last term
as has been evidenced by our unusually large attendance. Let us keep
it up, girls! Our little Freshies have proved to us that they are not
nearly as green as we had been led to think. Recently they showed their
ability in winning the decision of the judges in a debate between the
Freshmen and the Sophomores. ‘The subject was, “ Resolved, that a
Ford car is superior to a Pierce-Arrow;” on the affirmative were the
Freshmen Marion Bedell and Helen Alexander, while the negative was
pported by May Hutchins and Marion Vosburg. Miss Sharpe’s and
Miss Avery’s joint piano solos—or duets, if you like—have added
much genuine enjoyment to recent meetings, and we hope to enjoy
more of them.
The Sigma girls are busy now discussing plans for the coming “ Girls’
Day” to be held jointly with “Quin.” We assure you all that it is
going to be fine, so all must be prepared to attend.
L,, 715.
QUINTILIAN LITERARY SOCIETY.
Vacation is over and we are now facing the hardest part of the school
year. Every one will admit that she would rather be out doors during
the warm weather than sitting in the house stud , and also wondering
if she will have to repeat any of her subjects. Each one of us has
determined to do our own share in making the “ Quin” meetings more
enjoyable than they ever have been before. We are very sorry to say
that Miss Hayes has left our school to attend the Girls’ Academy, but
she has attended a number of the meetings since her departure. We
have three new, talented members, of whom we are very proud, Miss
Jannelle’s musical talent is wonderful and so are her piano solos. The
recitations by the Misses Bosher, Pyle and Clother have received much
applause. We hope-our new comers will continue to show the loyal
spirit that they have shown thus far. The debates of late have been
very well prepared and most interesting. The papers read by Miss
Lee and Miss Walter have been very much in demand. Miss Walter’s
yocal solos have been fine and we hope she will continue to favor us with
them for the remainder of the year.
G. C., 16.
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ADELPHOI.
Adelphoi has held many interesting and beneficial meetings this term.
The literary programs especially have been excellent and the members
seem to take a great interest in their preparation and execution.
One of our recent debates was: Resolved, that a High School educa-
tion should be given to all enlisted men in the United States Navy.
Owing to excellent work on the part of Messrs. Kirk and Hanna, the
affirmative was victorious.
Mr. Chovey has given some very instructive talks on his native land,
India, and its inhabitants, industries, government and religion.
Mr. R. Bruce was recently received into membership.
We are very much pleased to have Richard Kirk, 713, with us again.
Mr. Kirk is taking special work, preparatory to entering the State Col-
lege for Teachers next fall.
Edward McDowell, 14, of Dartmouth College recently paid us a visit.
The officers lately elected for the fourth quarter are as follows:
President
Nelson L. Covey
Vice-President . Erwin Hanna
Secretary .-Gordon E. Scott
Treasurer . ..-H. Erwin Whitney
Chaplain .. Stephen Ch
Sergeant-at-Arn Jacob Zehfuss
Master of Ceremonies. William Rapp
GE. S., °15.
THETA NU.
The meetings of Theta Nu of late have been very interesting and for
this reason they have been well attended.
At our last meeting a debate was held, “ Resolved, that the Panama
Canal should be fortified.” The affirmative was represented by Messrs.
Seymour and Martin; the negative, Mi Hoyt and Nead.
‘The Theta Nu is represented on the diamond this year as well as
previous years. Mr. Ward, the captain of last year’s team, was re-elected
this year, and Mr. O’Connor, manager.
G. W.
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FOR YOU.
Do you ever read this department? Own up, now! If you never
have before, do it now! If you have done it once or twice, keep it up!
Do you realize that this is really one of the most important parts of
the paper? Do you know that a copy of the same paper which you are
reading now is also read by someone in California, another copy by
scholars in Honolulu, ete., ete.? This is your school paper. It is edited
by your schoolmates, with your assistance. Don’t you think it’s up to
you to find out how your paper ranks with those of other schools, and
how it can be improved? One way you can do this is to read the latter
part of this column — if your eyes are too weak to allow you to read it all.
What We Think About Other Papers.
The Lion (La Grange, Illinois) is neatly arranged throughout. The
literary department is rather a sugar-coated pill, very good for you as
fa knowledge is concerned, and so well written as to take away, in a
degree, the “study feeling. id before, everyone needs
a little recreation, occasional To paraphrase a well-known line,
“A little fiction, now and then, is relished by the most studious grind.”
The plan of printing “ Class Room Wisdom” is good, and might well be
used by more papers. So many ludicrous remarks are made in classes!
It would be well, however, to limit the number of these jokes which are
published to a few of the very best.
The “ Literary Department nd the “Class Reports ” in the Oneida
(Preston, Tdaho) w both stand improvement. The so-called
“Reports ” seem to be largely attempts of the reporters to fill up space.
The Freshman Notes display the most wisdom of all. We quote from
them:
“We have had some new students join our class. They make our
class still larger than it was.”
Wonderful class that!
a
ate
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The Oneida has one rather unusual, but very commendable department.
Very few high schools can boast of a “Music Department,” and very
few have the proper amount of attention paid to music. The Oneida
may well be proud of their “orchestra,” “band,” “ choir,” “ advanced
class in harmony,” and their “ string double quartette.”
The “School Notes” in the Red and Black (Salt Lake City, Utah),
are rather long drawn out. The literary department was misnamed. It
has the heading “ Stori but there is only one st The Joke and
the Exchange editors are certainly doing efficient work.
These “Salt Lake Cadets” are planning a trip to San Francisco this
summer. Perhaps we don’t envy them; wish that our High School could
also send a delegation to the exposition !
We applaud the Salem Oak (Salem, N. J.) for their unusually large
literary department. The stories are well written and have exceedingly
original plots. Moreover, they are true to life. “Her Scheme” and
“The Prince of Dreams ” are particularly meritorious.
The cut at the head of the School News in the Yp:
Mich.) is very sad. They must have a dreadful epidemic of small-
pox in that school according to the fi of their representative scholars.
‘They are covered with pits. Is that picture an example of the way you
do things in Ypsilanti?
The Oracle (Buffalo, N. Y.) surely has a prize story. “ Scourging
the Money Changers” is by far the best story we have ever read in any
school paper. Please give us some more equally good.
The Academe (Albany Y.) is so excellent that we do not care to
take it upon ourselves to criticize it. However, there ist one favor
we would like to ask of them. Some time ago we rece a long new
name, which thus far you have absolutely refused to recogr Would
you mind removing “ Normal TI. 8.” from your list and putting in its
place, “H, S. Dept. of N. Y. 8. C1?”
The “ ange Department” of the M. HH. Aerolith (Plymouth,
Wis.) shows more thought than most Exchange Editors deem ne
to put into their work.
i-Sem (Ypsilanti,
ary
Other Schools Say of Us.
“You literary and editorial departments are excellent.” — The Orange
and Green (Macon, Ga.).
“You have a neat little paper, but we
Black and Red. You give too much sp:
Your Sense and Humor column is good. Y
Editor to scare up a little more alumni ne
(Plymouth, Wis.).
“We feel to welcome you as one of our new exchanges. Your paper
shows that your editing staff is up and doing.” — The Oneida (Preston,
Idaho).
y the same of you as of the
to the na ive numbers
would advise the Alumni
~The M. H. Aerolith
104. THE CRIMSON AND WHITE
“<The Crimson and White,’ Albany, N. Y., is another new paper we
welcome. A contents page would add to the neatness of your paper.” —
The Crimson (Goshen, Ind.).
“Your stories are well written. Fewer jokes and a poem or two would
greatly improve your magazine.” — The Magpie (Waterbury, Conn.).
“& new exchange with a splendid exchange department. Where are
your cuts?” — The Red and Black (Salt Lake City, Utah).
ATHLETIC NOTES.
Basketball.
Our basketball team ended a very successful season March 31st by
defeating the “ Peerless Five” from the Albany High School in a hard
fought game by the score of 40-31. ‘The teams were well matched and the
result of the game was much in doubt up until the last minute of the
game. ‘Time and time again the hard fighting “ Peerless boys” would
creep up toward Normals lead, and only the sensational basket shooting
of Captain Fite and Seymour, our future star, put us back again in our
lead.
The season’s results are as follows, we having won the majority of
our games:
Cc. S., 19; C. H. S. Faculty, 13.
2%; Waterford, 26.
%; Scotia, 65.
15; S. T. C. Reserves, 22.
12; Gloversville, 12.
; Scotia, 27.
27; Albany Academy, 19.
2; C.B. A. (by forfeit), 0.
16; Troy, 63.
3; Gloversville, 13.
, 15; Waterford, 42.
» 21; Albany High, 29.
, 53; Sterling Five, 21.
, 55; Sterling Five, 35.
, 68; Cathedral Academy, 26.
, 88; Rensselaer High, 42.
, 80; Albany Academy, 23.
, 12; Albany High, 36.
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88; Rayena High, 31.
27: Inter Collegiates, 9.
; Inter Collegiates, 7.
; Peerless Five, 31.
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The team has had much to contend with, but has made a good showing
considering the material there was to choose from and the lack of a
second team to practice against.
Fite could generally be relied upon to roll the ball into the basket for
some goals when the team was hard pressed.
Scott was always on the job playing a good heady game at center.
Dedickee and Covey were always there for the heavy guard work.
“Benny” MacNamee, although his record does not boast of a great
number of goals, was responsible for many of the victories of the team,
for he was forever breaking up the opponents passes and tearing down
the floor with his famous dribble and then giving the ball to someone
else to shoot and thus losing the credit of the goal himself.
Cassavant was the best all around player on the team; he fought
harder when the game was going wrong than he did when things were
working smoothly, but always could be depended upon to do his part
the very best that he knew how. Few games went by that he did not
register at least two baskets for the team.
The following players have earned their C. H. 8. this season:
vant, MacNamee, Seymour and Dedickee.
Of the old players and the new its Fite, Scott, Covey, Dediekee,
MacNamee and Cassayant received school jerseys from the school as
awards for playing in the majority of the games.
Baseball.
Now that basketball is over for this year our thoughts turn to baseball.
In all probability Normal will be represented by as strong an aggregation
as she has boasted of for some years. “Red” Ward has been elected
captain and Edmond Connors manager. Under these two able pilots we
look forward to nothing but succes Many of last year’s men have
reported for practice and with the recruits Coach Swaim and Captain
Ward are daily putting them through the paces at Beverwyck Park.
From all appearances they seem to be a promising bunch of youngsters
of which Normal may well be proud. Remember that money is needed
to make this team a success, and don’t pinch that dime or quarter that.
you are asked to contribute towards the maintenance of the team until
it yells for help.
N. LL. C., 715.
Conscience makes cowards of us all.
- Shakespeare.
Nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm.— Ymerson.
Laws ;
ind the poor, and rich men rule the law.— Goldsmith.
Small service is true service while it lasts— Wordsworth,
ND WHITE
106 THE CRIMSON 4
The one who thinks these jokes are poor
Would certainly change his views,
If he’d compare the jokes we print
With those we do not usi
Heard in American History.
Miss Shaver —“ Who would officiate if the President, Vice-President
and all the members of the Cabinet should die?”
Erwin — “The undertaker.”
“Tet me s 1 the young man, thoughtfully. “I’ve got to buy
some flowers and some confectionery and some theate ;
“Doing mental arithmetic? ”
“No; sentimental arithmetic.” — Bx,
r tickets and ——”
Love is what makes the arms go ’round,
M. B.—Did you wipe your shoes off before you came in?”
G. $.— No, I still have them on.”
Nelson Covey —*'The last time I played basketball T remember my
face got so knoe ked in — wasn’t like a face at all —T t
would get better.”
Zehtuss —“ And did it?” T mean—er—of course,
er—I mean—”
thought it never
T see it didn’t
. Whitney —“ Mamma, am T descended from a monkey?”
scniae “T don’t know. T never knew any of your father’s 8 people.”
THE CRIMSON AND WHITE 107
Miss Boughton — “I guess I am going to flunk.”
Miss Clement — “ Well, now, isn’t that strange? 1 was just thinking
the same thing.”
Conductor — “ Your fare, miss.”
Lucile W.— “ Really, do you think so?”
“ Tlistory,” exclaimed Miss Lockhart, “is handed down from mouth
to mouth.”
James Seymour — “ Mercy, how unsanitary.”
Blauvelt — “ Say, they’ve named a theater after you.”
Martin — “Oh, the Grand, of course.”
Blauvelt — “ No, the Airdome.”
Mother — “ You were out after ten last night?”
Culver —“ No, I was only out after one.”
1917 — (Having vainly tried to get an excuse to go home second hour)
“T told Miss Loeb to look at the dark circles under my eyes and see if 1
didn’t need a half day off.”
1918 —“ What'd she say?”
191% —“ She said she’d be glad to lend me a cake of soap.”
Miss Shean — “ Why don’t you talk louder when you recite?”
Miss Clark — “A soft answer turneth away wrath.”
Father — “ Don’t whistle at the table.”
Carolyn W.—“ ’m not whistling at the table, ’m whistling at the
dog.”
Frances M. —“ What’s the matter?”
Marion P. —“ Got something in my e:
Frances M.—“ What is it?”
Marion P. — “ Don’t know, can’t see it.”
Paul — “ Yaguda seems to be wandering in his mind.”
Joe — “ Well, he can’t stray far.”
Miss Reed translated “ Rex fugit” — “The king fleas.”
Ceasar Teacher —“ You should use ‘has’ when you translate the
perfect tense.”
Miss Reed —“ The king has fleas.”
Teacher — “ Rapp, how many collars do you wear a week?”
Rapp — “ You don’t mean how many collars do T wear a week; you
mean how many weeks do I wear a collar.”
108 THE CRIMSON AND WHITE
Ray Fite — “ George, what makes your hair so red?”
G. Ward — “ It got wet and rusted.”
Miss Clement —“ Who wrote Gray’s Hlegy?”
R. Holder (very thoughtfully) —“ Victor Hugo.”
“Non paratus” dixit Junior
Jum a sad et doleful look,
“Onme Reetu * Pr rot. respondit
Bt “ Nihil
To-day is the to-morrow we worried about yesterday and it never
happened,
“Queen Blizabeth never married, because she knew that if she did
him and her would be one, and he would be it.”
Junior —“ How did the ride of Paul Revere start?”
Breshie — “1 don’t know, why?”
Junior — “ On a horse, you rube.”
“You are the first girl I ever kissed.”
“Sir, I am no preparatory school.”
Oh, the meanness of a Junior when he’s mean,
Oh, the leanness of a Senior when he’s lean,
But the meanness of the meanest,
And the leanness of the leanest,
Is not in it with the greenness of a Mreshie
When he’s green,
Heard in Adelphoi.
Covey, disenssing the charge for a mock trial —“ Let’s accuse him of
stealing squirrels in the park.”
Choyey — “ Beg pardon, did you say he was stealing squirrel’s eggs?”
Bthel Mead rushed up to the ticket office, bought a ticket and made a
dive for the door. But soon she returned and sat down despondently.
Her neighbor said sympathetically, “Too bad you missed your train.
What’s the matter? A lady at the ticket window who couldn’t find her
purse?”
Ethel — “ Worse than that. Pearl Sharpe was trying to get through
the turnstile.”
FRED L. ANKER
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