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OCTOBER, 1906 No.1
Literary Department
Autumn Days
The summer days have left us,
And the fall is here again,
And many a pleasant pastime
Follows autumn in her train:
The goldenrod beside the road
Flings out its shining gold,
And stands there tall and haughty
Till the days grow crisp and
cold.
The maple leaves are turning red;
The nuts are dropping down;
The grasses in the meadow
Are commencing to turn brown;
The saucy squirrels, well know-
ing
These bright days will soon be
o’er,
Are hastening and scampering
To hoard their winter store.
The birds are few and silent now,
For soon they all will fly
To spend the long, long winter
Beneath the Southern sky;
The hazy sun smiles on the
world,
Dispersing warmth and cheer;
And all combines to make this
The most pleasant time of year.
—G. CLover, ’o8.
A Day of Bucolic Existence
My mother being in doubtful
health and very certainly pos-
sessed of that trying energy,
nerves, it was deemed wise that
she should enjoy her “ change of
air” as near home as possible.
So a boarding-house was chosen
in one of the numerous small vil-
lages along the Hudson.
The house was well situated,
for it stood on a steep bluff
above the river, where, upon
looking from our window, we saw
stretched before us the simple
panorama of village life. The red
roofs of the cottages gave a pretty
touch of color to the green of the
surrounding trees, and to the
dusty bits of roadway that were
visible, while out in the river a
thickly wooded little island, from
the midst of which gleamed a
small white ice house, cast de-
lightful shadows over the calm,
bright surface of the water. Up
and down all day plied the river
boats. Tiny sailing crafts, drift-
ing lazily along, noisy launches,
making a mighty fuss over their
own progress, important little
tugs, great slow-moving barges,
and, at stated hours, the small
steamers passed by. The passage
of the night boat was like a
glimpse into fairyland. Covered
with myriads of lights, their bril-
liancy subdued by distance to a
soft glow that was reflected on
the water, brightening and dim-
ming as the great boat moved
majestically on her way, the pale
yellow relieved, and yet accentu-
ated by several green and red
lights, the effect was beautiful.
There was absolutely no for-
mality, Upon rising in the morn-
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ing, which had dawned clear and
cool, I strolled out before break-
fast, and finding several people
seated on the long piazza, greeted
them with, “ Good morning, fel-
low-boarders! What a glorious
day for a walk! Do any of you
intend to take one?”
They accepted my advance in
a most friendly manner, and by
breakfast time I was acquainted
with the entire household. That
meal, and subsequent ones, was
served by a big, kind-hearted
woman, who chatted pleasantly
the while upon all manner of
subjects.
Breakfast over, I attended to
several imperative bits of cor-
respondence, and the remainder
of the morning I spent in a sur-
vey of my landlady’s property.
A very nice piece of lawn, lying
in the rear of the house, might
have made an excellent tennis
court, but was laid out as grounds
for that most exhilarating sport,
croquet. On one side was a small
wood that looked promising—
though I failed to find there any-
thing more exciting than mos-
quitoes—past which a road led
off into the hills of the country-
side. A branch of this road led
me to the barnyard. It was a
common-place yard enough, save
in being better kept than is us-
ually the case. After an inspec-
tion of this, bestowing impartial
attention upon the several cows,
pigs and chickens, I found my
way into a large paddock,
If there is one animal that ap-
peals to me more strongly than
another, it is a horse. These,
however, were uninspiring speci-
mens, and I found enthusiasm
difficult, till I espied in a far cor-
ner a dear, ungainly colt. He
was quietly cropping clover heads.
Cautiously I approached, for the
creatures are always shy, you
know. He raised his head and
stared for a moment, trembled,
and then bolted. I was a little
annoyed and discouraged, but
made another advance. It met
with the same failure. But I per-
sisted, and finally the little crea-
ture realized that I meant no
harm, and it allowed me to pet it.
At length it became so confident
as to follow me about the enclos-
ure. My joy was complete!
At this point a |“ fellow-
boarder” appeared—
“T see you are fond of animals,
Miss Baker,” said she.
I told her of my protracted ef-
forts to gain the colt’s confidence.
“But you have won it most
completely now,” she replied.
“The little creature seems quite
devoted to you.”
And then she laughed, for the
colt was making a rapid end of
the posies in my belt. I tried to
scold him severely, but the funny
little creature stared into my face
so mischievously that I ended by
hugging his pretty head. © Thus
spoiled, he sniffed and poked at
me, seeking what he might de-
vour. Finding no more clovers,
he drew from the pocket of my
sailor blouse my spick and span
“bestest-best” handkerchief. I
clutched for it, but was too late.
The little beast held it firmly be-
tween his teeth and pranced away.
I followed in hot pursuit, laugh-
ing so that I could hardly run.
The other boarder joined the
chase. Our cries and laughter
brought the stable boy and a farm
hand, and presently several more
boarders arrived upon the scene.
As I said, it was a large pad-
dock and the colt was lively,
Such a chase! You would have
thought we were all crazy, Seven
people tearing about a big en-
closure, shouting, laughing, gasp-
ing for breath, after a frisky little
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horse who was having the time of
his life. The staid old farm
horses now grew animated, and
for a few moments bedlam
reigned. Really it was dreadful.
The more frantic we became the
more excited became the horses.
At last the courageous stable boy
headed off the colt and snatched
the handkerchief—now, alas, a
miserable rag—and we all paused
to get our breath.
Will you believe it! At lunch
one of the wildest of those chasers
inquired what it was that the
colt had eaten!
The afternoon passed quietly,
as you may suppose, after such a
strenuous morning, good nature
abounded and acquaintanceship
progressed. Of supreme interest
to me were two pairs of honey
mooners. One pair was so re-
cently wedded as to not have
passed the cooing stage. “ All
the world loves a lover,” you
know, and these were so frankly
“Dovie” and “Dearie” as to be
highly amusing. One bride told
the boarders at lunch that
“John said he had such a miser-
able trip, coming down in the
launch. He didn’t enjoy a mo-
ment of it, for, he said,” with a
happy giggle, “he continually
wished he were here with me.”
Of course we all lauded John’s
loverlike sentiments, and thereby
encouraged a repetition of more
of his fond speeches, meant prob-
ably to impress the spinsters
among us with the sorrow of their
lot.
After lunch, this same bride
brought forth a large book con-
taining samples of wall paper.
We were told that the paper
chosen would adorn the walls of
her dining room and be itself
decorated by numerous bronze
ornaments, and were invited to
offer our advice,
The variety of taste was amaz-
ing. One sweet old lady chose a
handsome tan paper with rather
small brown figures. It certainly
would have been most attractive
and artistic as a background for
the bronze and relieved by a bit
of color in the draperies. An-
other favored a dark green—but
the room was also dark, so that
would not do. Reds, greens,
blues, even pinks were advised, in
every shade and design imagin-
able, till the poor little bride grew
quite confused. The last I heard
of the wall paper, a dreadful mus-
tard yellow was the one decided
upon.
That evening we went to a con-
cert at the village church. By
we, I mean the females ranging
from aspiring youth to hopeless
spinsterhood, guarded and guided
by the most recent male honey-
mooner.
The descent of the hill, along
the narrow path, was made in
good style, and we arrived at the
church breathless, but triumphant.
Once there, we literally sur-
rounded our “Lone Man.” He
was placed in the exact center
and beamed glowingly upon us
all. The concert itself was really
worth while, for though a tire-
some child bored us with her
“pieces,” and a still more tire-
some woman rolled her eyes and
raged at us for a full half hour,
the music was a treat. A fine
pianist, a sympathetic violinist,
and a splendid voice, united, made
one forget everything but the
pleasure of the moment.
The concert over, we started
home happily, and everything
went well until we left the vil-
lage proper. For, while the
town’s illumination is effected by
oil lamps, it is far better than
none at all.
The night was moonless and
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very dark. Although the heavens
were brilliant with stars, there
was solid blackness before us.
We came to the foot of the long
hill. No one wished to go ahead,
for that meant a risk of slipping
into the ditch at the side of the
path, or of tumbling head first
down one of the gullies that at
intervals crossed it. Finally we
decided that the Lone Man
should lead the procession. He
proceeded to climb upward, we
ten females struggling and
scrambling along behind.
“Cluch!” came the first cry.
“What's the matter?” cho-
rused the rest anxiously.
“ Oh-h-h! It-it’s nothing much.
A thorn bush s-scratched me,”
quavered the girl. “Goon, I’m
all right,” she added bravely.
We continued to toil on. A
moment passed in silence, save for
our labored breathing and the
slipping of a loose stone. Then—
“Oh!” shrieked another, fol-
lowed this time by several terri-
fied exclamations. For there, in
a clump of bushes ahead of us,
and rustling the leaves most un-
cannily, was something with great,
glowing eyes!
My heart quite stopped. I
clutched the person nearest me,
and gasped in dismay. She evi-
dently meant to faint.
“N-n-nonsense!” stuttered the
Lone Man.
“Tt c-c-can’t be a ghost, you
know. T-t-there’s nothing to be
afraid of.”
Just then the thing jumped
down from the bushes. There
was a stampede—a terrified stam-
pede—a noisy stampede—and
then the man hit the thing with
a stick, and it said,
“Ma-row-r! s-s-p-th!””
“ He-he-h-he,” giggled the ten
hysterically.
“All that fuss over a cat!”
said the man disgustedly, and we
once more started upward.
At the gully he stood to help
us cross. The bride was first, of
course, and lingered until she was
trod on, and then moved on, a
trifle vexed, I think,. that her
dearest hubby was placed in that
very trying position of having to
lift ten fair maidens over a ditch.
He deposited nine safely, and then
it came my turn. Now I may be
very heavy, very clumsy, very
slippery, though I should not like
to be so told. But whatever it
was, whether through my fault
or his own, he lost his footing,
and with a—well, a word not
generally expected from one who
still coos, he disappeared down
the ditch. For a second we were
all petrified with horror. I with
good cause, for he grasped my
ankle and I expected to be
dragged to my doom. But I was
seized from behind and rescued.
Then, while I sat down on the
bank to recover, the nine leaned
over the edge to offer assistance
and sympathy.
It was a blessing just then that
the night was dark. The Lone
Man was good to look upon when
unruffled, but I fear we should
have been alarmed at his expres-
sion could we have seen it now.
This may be a wrong surmise.
He might have been smiling and
murmuring his joy at being the
Lone Man, but, remembering that
word, I could not readily im-
agine it,
Apart from a few bruises, and
a more severe hurt to his dignity,
he was entirely unharmed. The
remainder of the climb was safe
and comparatively easy. Very
shortly we reached the boarding-
house, and, as it was late, we all
said good-night and sought much-
needed repose.
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Of course it was hateful of me,
but I could not resist—
“And did you enjoy this even-
ing, Mr. Jones?” I asked.
“Oh, very much,” he replied at
once. But I was glad again that
I could not see his face.
The next day we left the village
to return home, my mother hay-
ing enjoyed her summer and I
my day at a country boarding-
house.
Aanes E, Sruarr.
The Land of Content
It is summer. The breezes
whisper softly among the green-
leaved trees, and the little flowers,
lifting their delicate faces to the
kindly smiling sun, fairly quiver
with the joy of living. Along the
sunlit highway a knight on horse-
back gallops in all the bravery of
gold and silver trappings. He is
just starting out on a quest for
the Land of Content, and on his
brow is enthroned the pride of
youth. As he rides along he
comes upon a lame beggar seated
by the roadside who calls to him
for aid. The youth tosses him a
coin, saying proudly, “I have no
time to stop, I ride to the Land
of Content.” Not yet does the
knight know that the way to the
Land of Content lies through the
Valley of Humility.
He rides on and finally comes
to a city, but, seeing the squalor
and misery of all about, he puts
spurs to his horse and_ rides
quickly away, saying, “ Surely
this cannot be the place.”
After a time he comes to an-
other city, but this time, instead
of dilapidated buildings and filthy
streets, he sees the glittering
homes of wealth and luxury. Rid-
ing through the city he sees
everyone feasting and making
merry, and he says within him-
self, “ Here, indeed, must be the
Land of Content.” And, dis-
mounting, he enters the richest
of the magnificent dwellings. He
has but to sojourn here a very few
days to find out that the misery
beneath all this glitter is greater
even than that in the first city
through which he passed. Again
he takes up his quest.
It is winter. The snow has
tucked the flowers warmly away
in their beds and has loaded all
the branches of the trees so that
they no longer hold their heads
proudly aloft as formerly, but
droop them in meek submission.
Along the frozen road comes an
old man with flowing beard, lead-
ing a horse on which sits a miser-
able beggar. Although his hair is
silvery, his step is as buoyant as
when he started out many years
before in quest of the Land of
Content.
Arriving at his palace, which is
crowded with friends to welcome
him home, the knight gently lifts
the beggar from off his horse and,
with an air of humility, leads him
into the banquet hall and seats
him at his right hand at the table.
The merry making is at its
height when one calls out, “And
now tell us where is the Land of
Content, that we may all journey
thither.” At these words a quiet
prevails, and all expectantly await
the answer. Lifting his eyes, in
which shines a great pity for their
blindness, the knight slowly an-
swers, “Why here, here is the
Land of Content.”
E. Ruri Boy
‘07.
Treshie—" I find it hard to ex-
press my thoughts.”
Senior—‘ Really? Probably the
express companies don’t carry
such small parcels,”—Ex.
A Slight Mistake
It was late in October, and the
air was cold and clear. It was
also nearly sunset, and in those
days when the sun sinks it does
so very rapidly.
As I started away from my
home for a stroll, the sun was
still shining. I walked briskly
for half a mile, and then found
myself in a deep forest beside a
beautiful little stream, which
gurgled happily over the rocks
and wound picturesquely through
many valleys and skirted many
hills in its course to the Hudson
river.
I stood on a rock above the
water, leaning against a tree and
watching the water intently. This
place was a favorite haunt of
mine, and Oh, how I loved it!
Many, many times I went there
because I knew no one would
ever be likely to come there and
disturb my reveries. So I lost
myself to the world, watching the
water.
Thus I stood for about fifteen
minutes, and was finally startled
by a realization of the darkness.
I had not noticed that the sun
had set and twilight was deepen-
ing.
I turned about for home sud-
denly and beheld, about a rod
ahead of me up the hill, the out-
line of a yellow fox.
I was startled, but made no
sound. I was surprised to see the
animal motionless, because I had
turned and thought that it would
naturally have beat a_ retreat
when I moved.
T remained perfectly motionless
for about five minutes, for the
fox was in my path, gazing with
all my might through the dusk
at that animal. Then I realized
how dark it was and I was
frightened.
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I took a step forward, expecting
to see the fox run, But not a
move did it make. I hesitated,
stepped forward again, and still
no sign from the pale outline in
the darkness.
Then I walked straight toward
what I supposed was a fox, and
what do you think it was? The
lightning had recently split the
bark off of the lower part of a
tree in such a way that it gave a
very perfect outline of a fox.
Thoroughly frightened then, I
gave it one glance and fled.
Mary Apair, ‘07.
Some Dont’s for the Freshmen
Don’t be afraid of the Sophs.
They were green last year.
Don’t say in answer to your
teacher’s question, “I don’t
know.” Leave that for the
Juniors.
Don’t feel bad about being ex-
pelled—it’s nothing serious—only
a little way they have here.
Even though you don’t know
much, don’t say so.
Don’t cry in public; if things
are not as good as they might be,
they are probably just about as
bad as they can be.
Don’t stand under the sliding
partitions while someone is pull-
ing them down.
Don’t fail to call all the seniors,
teachers and the faculty by their
first names.
Special to Freshman Boys—
Don’t remove your hat upon
meeting any of the upper class
girls—you are too young for such
affected little mannerisms.
(P. S.—If this isn’t enough
[’scuse us, enuff] we will double
the dose next time.)
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BOARD OF EDITORS
Eprtor-In-cu1er
E. Ruru Boyce, Zeta Sigma, ‘07.
Raith jones, Zeta Sigma, 'o \
‘07
, Stuart, Zeta Sigma, '07 Lif
Grace Gilleandeau, "07 Deparinient
Mary E, Gilboy, Q, L. S. " ‘
Barre Bo Weaver, Adciphot, 'or | School Notes
Miriam Marsh, Zeta Sigma, ‘op - Alumni Editor
Katherine S, P: Zeta Sigma,
‘atherine S, Parsons, Hee ange
Clifford S. Evory, Theta Nu, 'o8
Business Manager
Harold Van Ostenbrugge, Adelphoi,'o8 | Advertis-
Roger A. Fuller, Thet ing De-
Morgan Dickinson, Adelphoi, ‘og partment
Editorials
Through the columns of this
our first issue this year of Tne
Crimson, AND WHITE, we greet
the readers of our school paper
and extend to them our most sin-
cere wishes for success. Now
that vacation is over, we ought to
be ready to settle down to earnest
work. The only way to make our
work a success is to do our best.
Doing our best is not simply do-
ing the required amount of work,
neither more nor less, but it is so
doing our work that we will re-
flect credit upon our Alma Mater.
To do this our best work is neces-
sary, for old Normal’s standard is
high.
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We are very glad to note that
the registration has increased this
year, and we hope that it will
continue to increase, as we are
able to provide for all in our pres-
ent school home, which we owe to
the kindness of the trustees of
Trinity M. E. Church. It is a
matter of frequent comment how
well adapted to our needs this
beautiful building is.
In accordance with the bill
which was passed by the Legisla-
ture about the middle of Decem-
ber, 1905, providing that the New
York State Normal College should
be a regular eastern college grant-
ing the same degrees to its gradu-
ates as Harvard, Cornell, Vassar,
Smith and similar institutions
give, it has been thought wise to
change the course of study of the
High School department some-
what, so that its graduates may
meet all the requirements for en-
tering S. N, C. and other colleges.
The High School now has four
courses: the Classical, admitting
to the B. A. course in S.N.C.; the
Scientific, which now demands a
modern language, admitting to
the B. S. course of S. N. C.; the
Commercial, preparing for busi-
ness and admitting to commercial
colleges, and the college Prepara-
tory course, a modification of any
of the above courses to meet the
requirements of any college which
the student desires to enter. A
very good change is the require-
ment of English in every course
throughout the four years, since
it enables students to pursue
those studies in literature which
are now required by all colleges.
© Precious Time
No wonder that Time is repre-
sented as haggard and worn. A
watch is supposed to keep Time,
the chorister beats Time, trains
run on Time, people threaten to
do things on Time if they get
Time, a few unfortunates have to
serve Time, half of us can’t spare
Time and the other half does the
best it can to kill Time—Ex.
A good word is an easy obliga-
tion, but not to speak ill requires
only our silence, which costs us
nothing.—TILLorson.
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Alumni Notes
‘04
Ethel Van Ostenbrugge is
teaching school at Lisha’s Kill,
NOY
Mary Danaher graduated from
Pratt Institute in June, and has
obtained a position in the Albany
High School to teach drawing.
Agnes Stevens entered Mt.
Holyoke College as a junior this
September.
°05
Guy Sweet visited High School
September 20.
Helen Carroll is teaching school
at Couse, N. Y.
Miss Josie Cashin is teaching
school at Voorheesville.
Miss Harriet Smith is teaching
school at Glenville,
’06
Ethel Breitenstein has entered
the Normal College to take up
special work.
Mabel Wood has entered the
Normal College.
Alta Gallup has announced her
engagement to Mr. Van Auken.
Lloyd Robinson has entered
Union College.
Eleanor Danaher has entered
Pratt Institute to study Domestic
Science.
The Misses Harpman have en-
tered the Normal College.
Sarah Swayne is teaching
school near Castleton, N. Y.
Marion Kleinhaus is teaching
school near Bethlehem, N. Y.
Miss Jennie Coventry is study-
ing music at the Boston Con-
servatory of Music.
School Notes
Miss Catherine Conway, a grad-
uate of Cohoes High School, is
taking special studies preparatory
to entering the Normal College.
Miss Edith Finn, a graduate of
St. Bernard’s Academy, Cohoes,
is spending six months in High
School before entering Normal
College.
Mr. Harry Penrose, of Cohoes
High School, has entered the
Normal in the class of ’o8.
Mr. DeWitt Tallmadge, of Al-
bany. High School, has entered
the Normal in the Junior class.
Miss Elsie Gray, of Albany
High School, has entered the
Normal in the class of ’o8.
Miss Edna Whiteman has en-
tered the Normal, having spent
two years at the Chatham High
School.
Mr. Raymond Lindsay, of
Green Island, has entered the
Freshman class.
Miss Ethel Hopson, of Green
Island, has entered the class of
"10.
Mr. Joseph Broderick, of Green
Island, has entered the Freshman
class.
Commencing October 15 the
Sophomore, Junior and Senior
classes will be required to give
rhetoricals at chapel exercises.
Owing to a new law having
been lately passed in the State
Legislature, the Junior and Senior
classes of all High Schools of the
State of New York will be re-
quired to take the regents’ exam-
inations. Beginning with this
year this will take effect in the
Normal High School.
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most impossible to secure ex-
changes for the fall number, hence
the exchange columns are neces-
sarily brief. We hope, however,
before the next issue to welcome
all our old friends as well as many
new ones, for we should like our
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AND Wuire has derived a great
deal of benefit, not only from the
criticisms which have been offered
upon it, but from the work shown
in other school publications, so
welcome! exchanges, one and all!
The September Echo is fairly
good, considering the fact that it
is an early issue. We find no
mention of the new editorial
board in your paper; is it so bad
as that, Echo?
The Sunny Side of Things
Wyllie tryed to tacke ye Carpette,
Wyllie’s thumb received a
Slamme,
Whiche mayde Wyllie verie
angrie
And he softlie murmured—
“Mother, Mother, bring y¢ Lini-
mente.” —Ex.
English Teacher—* Miss Luck,
compare cold.”
Jessie—* Positive, cold; com-
parative, cough; superlative,
coffin! "—Ex.
Which Class Is It?
Geometry Teacher—* What is
thickness?”
Class (grammatically) —‘ Us.”
That man lives twice who lives
his first life well—Herrick,
Ah, there!
Old Gentleman (to young tru-
ant)—‘ Young man, why aren't
you in school studying your les-
sons?”
Boy—* Don’t want to.”
Old Gentleman—* Well, you'll
never be governor of this State.”
Boy—‘ Nope. Don’t intend to
be. I’m a Democrat.”—Ex.
Freshie (innocently) —“A chap-
eron? What is a chaperon?”
Senior (gravely)—‘ That, my
child, is the French name for a
darned nuisance."—Ex.
Milton—*I never met more
than two lovely girls in all my
life.”
Jonesy—* Who was the other
one?”
Students are a great deal alike
after all; some are fired by ambi-
tion, some are fired by patriotism,
and some are just plain fired—
Ex.
Cheyenne Revised
Virgil! Virgil! where is my pony;
There’s need here for you, dear,
Without further ceremony
I must translate two-forty rate
With my pony, my Virgil Trot.
Experience keeps a dear school,
but fools will learn in no other,
and scarce in that—TFranKLyn.
The Beauty of Elision
A little boy was sent to the
grocery store for five pounds of
sugar. When he arrived home
his mother promptly made him
take it back. Bang! went the five
pounds of sugar on the counter a
few minutes later.
Grocer (briefly) —* ’Smatter
sugar?”
Little Boy (still more briefly) —
“F'lants.”—Ex,
12 THE CRIMSON AND WHITE
Ow!
The Sophs saw something green,
‘tis true,
They thought it was the Fresh-
man class,
But when they closer to it drew
They saw it was a looking-glass.
—Ex.
She—“ Have you asked Papa
yet?”
He— Yes.”
She—“How did you come
out?”
He (pensively)—* Through the
window, dear.”—Ex.
Latin
Everyone is dead who wrote it,
Everyone is dead who spoke it,
Everyone will die who learns it,
Happy death, I think he earns it.
—Ex.
Teacher (in Physics class)—
“Mr. O’Connel, what is Newton’s
third Law of Motion?”
Edward Josephus (coyly)—
“ Skid—”
Teacher (severely)—*That will
do—I didn’t say his twenty-third
law.” (Edward is still wonder-
ing why a zero follows his name
in the Doomsday Book.)
At the Freshman Spread
“T cannot sing the olden songs,”
They heard our Ruthie say,
And then the girls with one
accord
Arose, and yelled “ Hooray.”
—Ex.
Teacher—‘ Mr. Wiswell, what
are you drawing on that black-
board?”
Eben—* Locomotive.”
Teacher—‘ Why don’t you
draw the cars, then?”
Eben—* Locomotive does that.”
—Ex.
Most all the islands rise or sink
Or somewhat shift around,
But if you want firm land, I
think
You'll find Long Island Sound.
—Ex.
Wise Wilhelm
Miss Loeb—* Fraiilein Udell,
was tat Tell (what did Tell do)?”
Nettie—“Why—er-er-er bietet.”
Everybody’s Column
It pays to advertise in THE
Crimson AND Wuirte. (N. B.—If
the school would contribute to this
column, the editor would be
deeply grateful.)
Lost! A Party. Was last seen
on Thursday morning, Sept. 27.
Had a black patch over one eye,
a blue ribbon around its neck and
answered to the name of “ Tige.”
Finder please return to Theodora
Jansen, Class ’10—N. H. S.
Wanted—A megaphone. I can-
not raise my gentle voice to a
pitch sufficient for ordinary con-
versation and thus many of my
rare thoughts are lost to the
world.—Eugene Haiss.
Wanted—An automatic time-
table to tell me when to start for
school. Address, Marion Pad-
dock—Class ’o9.
For Sale—My latest breakfast
food, Malted Meekness. One (1)
pink tea-set with every twenty-
three (23) coupons. If your dealer
doesn’t keep it send his name and
twenty-five (25) cents (stamps or
silver) to Klarence Corby—Room
H—N. H. S.
Wanted—A _ squelching. Of
course we don’t need it, but then
we take everything that comes
our way. Signed—The Fresh-
men,
—
THE CRIMSON AND WHITE 13
(The following little effusion
was recently unearthed from an
old issue of the Normal College
Echo. Classmates! we have a
genius in our midst!)
A Grasshopper’s Story
Well! here I am. You've
caught me and I s’pose I'll have
to tell you my history if I want
to get out of this bottle—I don’t
like to tell stories one bit.
Well, in the first place, I and
my little brothers and_ sisters
were laid in the form of eggs in
the ground and covered over with
a sticky substance. I didn’t know
this myself, but my mother told
us—I mean me and my little
brothers and sisters. ’Scuse me
if I don’t use the right grammar,
’cause I want to get out of this
stuffy old bottle.
When we were hatched out we
had to bore our way through the
sticky stuff to get to the open air.
Wasn’t that mean? We were
then grasshoppers just as we are
now, except that we were folded
up in little pads, and couldn’t
fly; we just hopped.
I had several new coats before
I grew as large as I am now, and
—Oh, I do believe this bottle is
open. Yes, it is.
Good-bye—I'm off!
—AbveELE LE Compre, Age 12.
State Normal School—Gram-
mar Dept., Grade 8.
(P. S—Won't Adele have a
fit when she reads this?)
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78 Division STREET
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Axsany, N. Y.
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195 LARK STREET, ALBANY, N. Y.
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215 CENTRAL AVENUE
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