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i
These were killed at the storming of the hill;
These were made captive at the will
Of the rampant southron; in his land
They died, with throttling of the fiends of pain
That hates make ally; these brought back from war
The remnant of exhausted life, and drank
The cup of death at their own door.
These stronger sons and fortunate again
Bore trades and traits of peace, the vow
Of fire-side loyalties, the hand
Of friends, till one by one, they also sank.
There stand the aging heroes, men
Whom time’s black funeral car
Speeds back and forth for now.
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The slanting head-stones crumble, and the words
That once told heart-break are effaced ;

The rock-hewn sepulchres collapse; the hordes
Of dead men’s lives are traced

Alone as hordes, in mass.

Men pass

And are gone

As the flowers we sow,

Gone as the seeds of harvests grown

And gathered centuries ago.

II
Yea, soul, gone as the seeds go
And gone as the flower.
The fragrance and the multiplying power
Of hearts heroic shall know no throe
Of end. As sure as God’s world moves
He cannot die, who loves.
Who serves, he rules, in crowned state ;
Who yields, in seeming uselessness, to fate,
Let him but yield vicarious breath,
Shall find at his life’s western gate
The way leads on, past Death.

Gone as the flowers go!
The colors of brave deeds to re-appear in show
Of bravery hereafter ; all the sum
Of petals bounding this day’s hope transfused
To embower the rising hopes of time to come;
The perfume of renunciatory losses used
For incense of the altar fire in Heaven’s high dome.
: R. H. Kirrnanp.
(Read at the unveiling of the Soldiers’ Memorial Tablet, State
Normal College, Albany, N. Y., June, 1910.)
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Tablet to Soldiers of Normal College.

In Honor of the Graduates of New York State Normal
College who fell in Defence of Their Country

1861-1865.
FELL IN BATTLE.

46 Charles L. Brown, Malvern Hill, 62.
52 James Guffin, Atlanta, ’64.

53 James Cheney, Spotsylvania, ’64.

57 William Gregory, Pittsburg Landing, ’62.
58 George W. Fox, Fort Albany, ’61.

59 William C. Hollis, 2nd Bull Run, 62.

59 James R. Sprague, Picket Line, N. C., ’65.
62 Robert B. Darling, Petersburg, 764.

62 Wallace B. Hard, Cold Harbor, ’64.

62 Elbert Traver, Gettysburg, ’63.

DIED IN HOSPITAL.

746 C. Herman Stevens, Fort Hudson, La., ’63.

49 Henry D. Hughes, Port Hudson, La., ’62.

"49 Norman Allen, Missouri, ’63.

749 Stephen 8. Read, Memphis, 764.

54 Richard D. Carmichael, Vicksburg, ’63.

760 Hubbard H. Barrett, Washington, ’63.

760 John L. Barrick, Washington, ’62.

*61 Asa L. Howard, Washington, ’64.
ALBERT N. HUSTED,
DAVIL P. AUSTIN,
WM. J. MILNE,

Committee of Erection.

The special feature of the first commencement day of the New
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York State Normal College in its new building on Western ave-
nue was the unveiling of the Soldiers’ Memorial Tablet in Col-
lege hall. The old tablet, commemorating the brave boys of the

Normal College company in the Civil war, was destroyed when
the old building was burned to the ground, and it was fitting
that the alumni should replace it on the first great festival day
in the new home of the college.

The unveiling took place June 21, with a special program of
significant associations, following the alumni dinner and busi-
ness meeting, and addresses by the president of the alumni, Mr.
Wm. M. Strong, 98, Dr. Wm. J. Milne, president of the college,
Dr. David S. Draper, Commissioner of Hducation. The tablet
was unveiled by the son of Captain Kimball, Mr. Walter C. Kim-
ball, and the niece of William B. Gregory, ’57, Miss Bessie A.
Gregory. There was a memorial poem by Prof. Richmond H.
Kirtland, head of the English Department of the college, and
Dr. Albert N. Husted, ’55, captain of Company EH, 44th New
York Velunteers, 1862-’64, made the following address in pre-
senting the tablet to the State:

Forty-eight years ago to-day our country was in the very
throes of the Civil war. It was the darkest and most discourag-
ing period of that mighty conflict. The war had lasted for more
than a year; half a million men had volunteered in support of
the national government, but very little had been accomplished.
Defeat and disaster had attended our armies. It is impossible to
pieture the gloom which darkened our national sky during the
months of June and July, 1862. The crushing defeat of Mc-
Clellan’s magnificent army in the ‘‘Peninsular Campaign,’’ and
the northward march of the victorious rebel host had awakened
the North to a full sense of the magnitude of the Slaveholders’
Rebellion. President Lincoln called for 300,000 more men; the
response was immediate and ample. Our young men from the
schools and colleges, from the shops, the manufactories and the
farms, rallied to the national standard. One consequence of
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this outburst of patriotism was the formation of the ‘‘ Normal

School Company’’ of one hundred men,—as fine a body of citi-
zens as ever shouldered rifles, volunteers, every one, and not one

of them ever deserted. Our professor of mathematics, Rodney
G. Kimball, was chosen captain, he who now addresses you was a
lieutenant. For more than two years it was my privilege to
share the dangers, hardships and glories of this band of brave
and trusty men. Of the twelve ‘‘greatest battles’’ of the war
our company was on the ‘‘firing line’’ in seven,—Fredericks-
burg, Chancellorsville, Gettysburg, Wilderness, Spotsylvania,
Cold Harbor and the nine months’ ‘‘Siege of Petersburg.’’ All
these took liberal toll of our rapidly depleting ranks. Seventeen
fell in battle; twenty received wounds which did not prove fatal ;
cight died of diseases contracted in the service. Thus twenty-
five members of the company, while still wearing the blue uni-
form crowned consecration to country with ‘‘the last full mea-
sure of devotion.’’ How many more of their lives were shortened
by their army service and what was the measure of their sacri-
fice and suffering we can never know. President Cochran :n
his address at the unveiling of the former tablet said of our first
captain, ‘‘The hardships of a soldier’s life broke his health and
he was discharged as an invalid. He gave his life to his country
as truly as if he had fallen on the field of Fredericksburg.’’

Seven, of the hundred enlisted men, passed their examinations
and were commissioned as officers of United States colored troops
-—five of them as captains; seven others received commissions in
New York volunteer regiments.

Let us now turn our attention for a few minutes more espec-
jally to the names which have been disclosed in your presence.
You may have noticed that the tablet bears no record of differ-
ence in rank. This we think is as it should be. All these men
were capable and worthy of positions of honor and command.
If commissions and commands were offered them, they weuld
command; if muskets and bayonets were offered them, they
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would march in the ranks as privates; the harder the work and
the greater the sacrifice, the greater should be our appreciation
of their patriotic devotion. But not all wore the private’s uni-
form. Brown, first in the upper group, was major of his regi-
ment; Cheney, third, on the list, was a first lieutenant; Hard,
ninth on the list, was also a lieutenant.

In the second group, Hughes, true to his name, raised a regi-
ment and was its colonel; Allen was a captain; Howard, last in
the group, was a lieuteant. Six of the eighteen were commis-
sioned officers—we bestow equal honor on them all.

Why did these, our young brothers, offer themselves as a sac-
rifice at their country’s altar? Let our greatest English dra-
matist answer. Each one of them would have said with him,
“T do love my country’s good with a respect more tender, more
holy and profound than mine own life.’’ All of them surrend-
ered the joys and comforts of home, the prospects of success, use-
fulness and happiness in their chosen profession. All of them
voluntarily assumed the hardships, privations and dangers of
camp and field; the stress and strain of the long marches, by
day and by night, the lonely and dangerous vigil of the picket
line; the soldier’s daily fare of hard-tack and salt-pork; the
sick soldier’s hard bed and ungentle care in the field hospital ;
starvation in a southern prison; wounds and death on the field
of battle. All these, and more, every soldier assumed on his
oath to bear ‘‘true allegiance to the United States of America,’’
and to ‘‘obey the orders of the offcers appointed over him.’’

On the field of battle, the dead are, of necessity, hastily buried
—if indeed buried at all—in shallow trenches. The blue uni-
form of our ‘‘Fell in Battle’’ was both their shroud and their
coffin. No mausoleum marks their last resting place. When a
grateful country gathered in the National cemetery at Fred-
ericksburg, the whitened skeletons of 15,000 of her sons who fell
in the battles, so obstinately contested on the west side of the
Rappahannock, all she could place on the simple stones, which
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mark the graves of more than twelve thousand of them, was the
one word ‘‘Unknown.’’

Ten years ago, almost this very day, as many of you remem-
ber, there was unveiled in the auditorium of our Willett street
building, a tablet of which this, while not a replica, is, substan-
tially a duplicate. That tablet was destroyed when the tinder-
box building was burned on the night of January 8, 1906. This
tablet, made possible, like the former one, by the generous con-
tribution of our college president, supplemented by alumni
offerings, represents in some small degree at least, the apprecia-
tion of the graduates of this institution for those who gave their
lives, their all, to ‘‘save the State.’’

This new tablet, protected by a stately edifice of steel and
concrete, will endure for centuries, a perpetual object lesson in
patriotism for those who within these walls, shall be best taught
how to train our youth for life and for citizenship in our great
republic.

We are fortunate in securing the presence on this occasion of
two sons of veterans of the Civil war. The father of President
Strong served for two years in the 141st Regiment of Pennsyl-
vania volunteers. The father of Mr. Kimball, as you have al-
ready learned, was the first captain a the Normal School com-
pany.

We are greatly honored, also, by the presence of our State
commissioner of education, the Hon. Andrew Sloan Draper,
and it is surely a happy coincidence that, on this day of June,
we celebrate, not only the unveiling of this beautiful tablet, but
also the natal day of him who accepts it.

To you, Commissioner Draper, representing the State of New
York, I, acting on behalf of the Alumni Association of the New
York State Normal College, now tender this tablet—an offering
consecrated to the memory of our heroic dead whose names it
emblazons in enduring bronze.

Dr. Andrew S. Draper, commissioner of education, in accept-
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ing the tablet on behalf of the State, said:

I was never a student in this institution and, of course, I am
not a member of the alumni association, but I have been so
closely associated with it for so long a period of time that I am
sure there is no one more interested in its affairs. I have had
many relatives who were students at the Normal College, uncles
and aunts and cousins, and so you see I have been associated
with it, and for more than 28 years, barring the period when I
was absent from the State, I have been upon the governing
board. I have seen two buildings erected and furnished and I
have had something to do with shaping its policies, and I think,
even had a marked influence in naming the members of its
faculty. I am minded to say that Dr. Milne would not be here
to-day but for a thing that I did more than 20 years ago. There-
fore possibly I have the right to claim to be a sort of brother-in-
law, or step-son, or grandfather to this institution.

When from the porch of my house on that cold January night
in 1906, I saw the old building go up in flames, the thing that
I thought of first and above all else, and the thing about which
I first spoke to the president of the college, was the tablet to the
Normal soldier dead. I wondered if the old bronze tablet that
kept fresh in your minds the memories of men that had gone out
into the Union army, had perished, and while my grief about the
destruction of the old building was not altogether uncontrol-
lable, I was really depressed and felt sad that the tablet had
perished in the flame. It is a very great satisfaction to me that
the alumni of this institution have joined together and prepared
another and placed it upon the walls of this beautiful new
structure. It could have found ways of spending more money,
but it could have done nothing that would have gone further to
inspire the coming generation of teachers than it did in the
preparation of this new tablet.

I remember the days of the Civil war—not many do. Fight-
ing is bad business, but there are some things that are worse.
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Dishonorable submission is worse than contention. Men who
went into the ranks of the Union army were moved by con-
science to engage in a righteous contest, even though it did in-
volve fighting. This nation has never but once engaged in a
war that might be termed unconscionable. The Mexican war
was the result of the effort of the slave power in this country
to enlarge slave territory. That will be the judgment of history
and will hardly be denied anywhere, but aside from that con-
test we have never had an unconscionable war.

The Civil war was from both points of view a conscionable war.
It has been very difficult for us to see the issues of the war from
the southern standpoint. Probably we never will be able to look
upon the contest from the point of view of the South. It was a
righteous and conscionable war from both points of view, how-
ever. The men who formed the army were citizens as well as
soldiers.

Never before was there such an army as the one that was called
into being by Lincoln’s demands.

I recall the cireumstances of the war very well; a boy always
does. Where this building now stands was out into the country,
a considerable distance out from the heart of the city; few peo-
ple came out so far. Albany was the great gathering place of
troops. From all sections of the State they were sent here to
be drilled and trained. The old camp-ground, while out of the
city, was still east of where Lake avenue now is. Near where
Dudley Observatory now stands were the barracks. As a boy
I was attracted by the glare, and the parade and the show. I
very well recall seeing a most spectacular sight, the 44th New
York regiment marching down State street on its way
to the front. The Normal company later became part of it. It
was the finest regiment that left the city or State. The original
plan of the regiment was to accept two specially selected
men who would be representative of the best patriotism. Colonel
Ellsworth had been killed because of his rash but patriotic act
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in pulling down a rebel flag at Alexandria. This great regiment
was organized to avenge the death of Ellsworth and was called
“The Ellsworth Avengers.’’ Eleven hundred men marched in
that great array and one hundred boys formed the fife and drum
eorps. If that was not enough to stir the soul of any boy, I
don’t know what was. I remember the colonel’s horse. The Lily
of the Valley was not to be compared with it.

The 44th regiment was the most magnificent expression of
patriotism, exerted by intelligent and righteous men, that I ever
saw.

It was a great thing that the Normal school at Albany should
have been aroused by the terrible cireumstances that occurred
from June to July, 1862. It is a great thing in the history of
this institution that so many of its men rose to the highest de-
mands that could be made upon manhood in the darkest hour in
the history of this country. It will always have a telling in-
fluence on the history of this institution.

It was a great thing that this school should organize a com-
pany and have a definite part of that great struggle for the
safety of the nation. Not many schools did such a thing. I ex-
press my appreciation of the act of the alumni of the Normal
College in providing a second time this bronze tablet which will
keep in the minds of coming generations of students not these
names so particularly perhaps, because that would be impossible,
and the personal element has largely disappeared, but it will
keep in the minds of the students the devotion of the Normal
College to the interests that the flag stands for; and in this
spirit and with this thought I return to the association of the
Normal College Alumni my very sincere acknowledgment for
the preparation of this tablet, and I trust that it will stand here
through generations and generations that are to come.
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The Story of Pride’s Purge

The light was already beginning to fade in the London streets
although it was only four o’clock. The gathering clouds of a
snowstorm obscured the low December sun and sent a chill
through the air. The wind hurtled through the bare branches
of the trees and came into the house with a menacing swirl as
Martha Pride opened the door for her departing guest.

“Colonel Pride will soon be here,’’ she remarked. ‘‘It will be
better if he does not meet you, Lord Landen. I will do what I
ean to prevent him from carrying out his purpose, but I can do
more if he is not angry, and he will be if he knows you have
been here.”’

“*T will take good care that we do not meet, Madam, but there
is little need, for he will stay late at the session. Parliament is
having a stormy time and I only came away to warn you of the
danger. If anyone had told me a few years ago that by 1648
men would be ready to turn on King Charles like this, I should
not have believed it. He is to be conciliated and above all re-
leased from prison. It is an outrage, Madam, an outrage. But
enough. I must go now, so, goodnight and may success attend
your efforts. Don’t forget to be at the gate as soon as you can.’*

“Good night, my lord; I will do my best.’’ She closed the
door and went to the window to watch for her husband and ar-
range in her mind what she should say to him. It was clear
that he must be prevented from doing anything rash. For
some time she pondered and the minutes flew by as she waited.
The servants knew better than to disturb their mistress’ reverie,
so the evening meal was deferred until the arrival of the master
of the house.

It was late in the evening when he came in, tired and hungry.
The marks of worry were on his forehead and he scarcely more
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than greeted his wife.

“I shall have something to tell you after supper,’’ he said
and she wisely bided her time, knowing that an excellent meal
with wine would decidedly better his temper and make him
more amenable to reason.

After the servants had retired, the Colonel turned to his wife.

“‘Well, Martha, they voted for reconciliation with the king.
There are too many royalists in Parliament. They need to be
rooted out.’

“But, William, what would you have? Surely, the king must
rule, even though he is not always wise. Where would our
country be, if it were not for him?’’

“It would be far better off than it is now; that is certain,’’
he exclaimed hotly. ‘‘Pretty men, those cavaliers are. They
would let the king do as he pleased without regard to our an-
cient liberties. Better ask what will become of us if we let this
go on. What about the ship money? Heaven knows what hair
brained scheme he will have next.’’

“You are tired to-night, William, and excited. It has been
a hard day for you. I hope it will be better to-morrow and that
the king will be brought back as soon as possible.’’

“‘He is safe enough in the Isle of Wight and if he is brought
back, I hope it will be to the block. Our people have stood
tyranny from him enough, with his divine right of kings. Did
God make men with brains and wit to be trampled under foot?
Look at Cromwell! If he were king we might stand it. He
wouldn’t demand unrighteous taxes and submit to the rule of
weak, unmanly favorites as Charles has to Buckingham. That
scoundrel is out of the way and that is one good thing. It only
remains for the other to follow him.

“Oh, William, you won’t do anything violent, will you?’’ she
pleaded. ‘‘It will only turn back on yourself and then what
should I do without my husband?”’

“*T shall obey the orders of our commander, whatever the con-
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sequences to myself. I must serve my country. Would you
have me a traitor to my land? No, I know you wouldn’t, but
you can’t see it as I do, Martha. Best stay at home and wear
your pretty gowns and not try to meddle with polities. They
aren’t a woman’s work.’’

“But tell me what you are going to do, William. I shall
worry all the time if you don’t.’”

‘*My orders are secret. All I can tell you is that I must have
breakfast by seven sharp. You will please tell the cook.”’

“J think you might tell me. I am your wife.”’

“*T can tell no one.’’

“Then you don’t trust me.’’ She turned away as though to
conceal tears.

“You must not think that.’’

“Flow can I help it?’’

“You must. I can’t tell you.’’ He pressed his lips firmly
together and walked out of the room with a firm military stride.
She heard him climb the stairs and then a latch rattled and the
door closed behind him.

For a moment she stood listening lest he might return. The
sound of a boot dropped heavily on the floor above reassured
her even as it startled her. She went to the back of the house,
then treading softly and starting guiltily as the other boot
struck the floor. She paused and listened. A board creaked
over her head. She heard him walking. A door‘ Was he com-
ing down after all? No, she heard the tread of his feet again.
She seized a cloak from the wall and threw it about her. Again
she paused. All was silent. ‘‘It is for my king,’’ she whis-
pered to herself. ‘‘My husband or my king. No, my country
shall come first. Didn’t he put it first himself? He would not
tell me his plans. Why should I tell him mine? I will be true
to my king.”’

On tiptoe she ran to a door at the side and back of the house.
She fumbled with the lock, not daring to strike a light. Besides
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there was not time. At last the bolt yielded and the door opened
suddenly. A gust of sleet and rain blew in her face and the
door banged against the heavy deal table behind it. Again she
was startled, but she peered out into the night. It was dark as
pitch. Were it not for a ray of light which came through a win-
dow of the dining room on that side she could have seen nothing
at all, Even this ray seemed to intensify the darkness around.
She ventured forth, feeling her way. Suppose he were not
there! Would he wait in this storm? He must be half frozen.
She shivered. She crept along the house until she came to the
light spot. There she paused a second, in the glow. A low
whistle came to her above the noise of the storm. In another
minute he was beside her.

“Ts it you, my lord?’’

“Yes, it is I. I feared you had deserted us. It is late.’’

“T know, but I couldn’t help it. He only just went up. If
he should see us—’’

“No danger. His room is on the other side, is it not? Yes,
I thought so. Well, what news? You must not stand here long.’

“‘T could do nothing but advise caution for my sake. He will
not tell me his plans. I only know—oh, I shouldn’t tell. He
would hate me.”’

“Tt is for your being. You must tell. What do you know?’’

“Only that he wants an early breakfast.’’

“You know why. You must tell me. Come. Hurry.’

“TI don’t know. Truly, I don’t. He has orders and he will
obey. He would tell me no more. Good night.’’ She turned
and fled. He went as he came, through a wide space in the gate.
It was rather wet work squeezing through, but he could not ask
her to come the full length of the alley to open it, in a storm
like that.

The morning dawned cold and clear, with a freezing wind.
The sleet lay packed on the ground in a way to make walking
precarious. Before the House of Parliament it lay in a wide
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shimmering sheet under the sparkling sun. The place had been
cleared of trees long ago. Promptly at eight o’clock a company
of cavalry rode up to the door of the Hall and surrounded the
entrance. The horses snorted impatiently in the frosty air. The

men sat uneasily in their saddles. There was suspense in the
air, On and out among the soldiers rode a tall militant figure.
Te gave low voiced commands. ‘‘I think it is safe to admit
Winton, Lord Landen?’’ ‘‘For heaven’s sake, no. He is one of
the leaders of the king’s men, though some do not know it.’’ So
Colonel Pride charged his men concerning one and another of
the members of Parliament. For half an hour they waited ere
the first of the members arrived. A number passed in with
friendly nods to the officers. Some half hesitated and finally
passed in. <A few, faint-hearted, turned away when they saw
the soldiers. Then came a crowd of some dozen lords. They
looked askance at the soldiers, and muttered:

“What does it mean ?’’

They were soon to know. As they approached the entrance
they were confronted by a solid line of horses. They waited a
decent length of time for the ranks to open and let them pass.
No one stirred. Finally a voice from among the lords called out:

“Tere, make way there, you fellows.’’

No one stirred.

“Well, if we must, we can cut our way through.’’ They drew
their swords. They heard a sharp command and looked up to
seea long row of glistening steel. A mocking voice called out.
It was that of the Colonel himself:

“How many are there of you, Lord Landen, that you pit
yourself against five hundred? Best withdraw before we fire.”

Lord Landen blushed red with shame and annoyance. He bit
his lip to obtain self control. One of his companions, less wise,
blurted out, ‘‘You shall pay for this, Pride. We will go now,
bu 0?

The sentence was not finished. A shot rang out, any my lord’s
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uplifted arm dropped limply to his side. The lords fled then in
hasty confusion, overpowered by numbers.

So it went on. Little groups continued to arrive, some to be
admitted, many more to be turned away. Throughout the day,
the army watched outside the door. The clank of bits and sad-
dles continued and the tramp of horses’ hoofs. Not a conserva-
tive saw the inside of that building. Pride’s purge held them
at a distance.

Inside the hall, amid hot debate and invective, sat the remnant
of Parliament called ‘‘the Rump.’’ They stayed on, that day
and on those following, by right of protection by the army. They
stayed until they had voted away the life of their king. What
could the cavaliers do, with the army in power and ruling over
Parliament! The king’s forees were scattered and unorganized.
Cromwell had men like Purge to uphold him, men loyal to the
last breath. And so it came to pass.

On the evening of January thirtieth, Martha Purge again sat
by her window, waiting for her husband’s return. Many emo-
tions wrestled in her heart; grief for her king, disappointment
at her own defeat, contempt for Lord Landen, pride in her hus-
band’s success. As night fell, he came in, that strong, coura-
geous man. What should she say to him? Was she a traitor to
her king, if she were glad?

His voice penetrated the tumult of her mind. ‘‘The king is
dead.”’

“The king is dead?’’ she repeated, half incredulously. It was
hard to believe that the royalists had not saved him at the last
minute and yet she knew, had known all the time, that it was
true he must die.

“Yes, dead, beheaded before his palace at Whitehall to-day.
He was obdurate to the last. I almost believe he really thought
he was doing right, It seems ineredible.’’

‘Of course he thought he was doing right.’ She championed
him hotly. ‘‘It is a disgrace to our country to kill our king. He
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was the father of the nation.”

“There, there, now. Best be careful what you say. Cromwell
is master now and I am his lieutenant. Would you like to meet
the fate of the king?’’ he asked, half whimsically, half warn-
ingly.

She rose from her seat, not knowing what to say. She had
turned white with forebodings. He was so obviously the mas-
ter now. Did he mean that as a threat? She had betrayed her
loyalty to the king, more than ever she had done before in his

presence. He came toward her. She shrank back. But his arm
was about her.

“Best not let others hear you say those things, Martha. They
might think things. Of course you do not understand all the
bad things the king has done, or you would not be upholding him.
I know you are a true woman at heart. But you shouldn’t
let politics bother you. Leave that to me. The home-making
to your part, dear.’’

Did he know? No, he could not know how nearly she had be-
trayed him. How he trusted, how he loved her! How strong
and manly he was, how noble! She put her arms around his
neck and kissed him.

“Yes, the home is my part,’’ she said, and they went out to
dinner together.

Grace’ M. Youne, 1913.

October

What art can tell of October days? Music upon instruments
must move, October hours stand still; paintings are laid on in
tangible pigments, October is subtly elusive; statues have out-
lines fixed in solid media, October is diffused in mellow air;
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poets deal in symbolic words,—what symbols can set forth love,
or that which is worthy of love? Let a musician attempt in
toncs the October quality: he gives us ’cello airs in tremulous
legato, and he does well; but who shall say his thought is not
upon June, or his own Auld Lang Syne? A painter seeks to
catch the October evening glow, and with a fervent skill warms
his canvas in purple and yellow and red-brown tints, gives trees
in bare outline upon the horizon light, hints at a fathomless blue
beyond the haze, gives beyond doubt the year a transitional
pause. But if he sketch no fruitage nor sign of a harv2st heme,
who shall say whether his colors are warmed by summer de-
parteu, or warming with summer to come?

October the exquisite, golden! Month to be lived, but ly no
means told; giver of days that renew themselves in cumulative
memory: one such month would make a year of meagreness
worth while. Re Hook

Chautauqua Scholarships

For years I had planned and dreamed of a summer at Chai-
tauqua. I had read many articles telling of this wonderful
“summer city ;’’ had read books describing the advantages and
the life there, and I determined that I too should some day en-
joy its privileges. I little dreamed that the day would come so
soon. ..

Several of the girls at S. N. C. had talked of some kind of
work there some year and also of taking summer school work. I
had spent several summers at Silver Bay and knew the advan-
tages of life at the places named, so I, too, applied for office work
at Chautauqua. Shortly I received a letter from the Secretary
of Instruction, (for my letter had been handed to him,) deserib-
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ing the Scholarship plan which was being introduced for the
first time, and enclosing an application blank which I was to
fill out. Perhaps you would like to know more of the require-
ments.

Tn the first place the scholarships were limited to include peo-
ple from New York, Pennsylvania and Ohio, only. Then, they
must never, or at least within ten years, have taken a full six
weeks’ course at Chautauqua. They must be bona fide teachers
in the public schools definitely engaged for the next ensuing
year. They must be in receipt of salaries of more than $600.
They must agree to pursue at least three academic courses
throughout the six weeks. They must also write a letter of one
thousand words in twenty-four hours, telling why they wished
the scholarship, the advantages they expected to receive, and the
way the opportunity should be used. In addition three letters
of recommendation were required, preferably from superin-
tendent and principal of school in which said teacher was work-
ing. The selection of the candidates was made with the co-opera-
tion of school authorities.

The full scholarship included all the necessary expenses of a
six weeks’ course in the regular academic school, including a
season gate ticket, lodging at one of the student club houses, and
six weeks’ board at the College Common. Several girls received
half scholarships in which they paid $25, while Chautauqua In-
stitution gave the rest.

However, I know you wish to hear something of this place.
Thad seen pictures of it, but pictures did not portray its beauty.
I reached there on July 9th and as the work did not begin till
the 11th, I spent my time getting acquainted with the other
teachers in my club house—the ‘‘Glenwood,’’ and seeing the
place. Chautauqua is on Lake Chautauqua, in the southwestern
part of New York State, about two hours’ ride from Buffalo.

It is in the country in every sense of the word, still it has all
the advantages of the city.
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I spent a great part of my first day on College Hill visiting
the Hall of Pedagogy, Higgin’s Hall, the new Arts and Crafts
Building, the College Building, in which all languages are taught,
and above all simply feasting on that magnificent view of the
lake. I then and there determined that few minutes would be
spent indoors, and that if studying were necessary, I should
work on that hill in the open. That really is the strong point at
Chautauqua—so much of the work is out of doors, and that is
why it has advantages over the summer schools of the leading
colleges.

I would not do justice to the place if I did not mention the
amphitheatre, ‘‘the out of door hall.’’ It seats, I believe, eight
thousand people, and here at least is one place in the world
where people may go to church at the regular church hour and
find every single seat taken, and afterwards even chairs are
placed in the aisles.

During the summer I had the privilege of hearing Bishop
Denient, the founder of Chautauqua; Edward Howard Griggs,
lecturer, whose talk on ‘‘Ethical Factors in Social Progress’’
was wonderful; Horace Fletcher of Venice, in his lecture, ‘‘The
Epicure;’’ J. Wilbur Chapman, the evangelist; Hugh Black,
author of ‘‘Friendship,’’ ete.; Henry Turner Bailey, author of
the ‘‘School Arts Book,’’ in his lecture on ‘‘The World Beau-
tiful’’ and ‘‘The Home Beautiful;’’ Ernest Thompson Seton in
his illustrated lecture, ‘‘Wild Animals I Have Known,’’ in
which all of us really got to know ‘‘Johnny Bear’’ and his friends
in Yellowstone Park. The New York Symphony Orchestra, con-
dueted by Walter Damrosch, founder of the orchestra, and its
conductor for twenty-five years, gave a special program which
was rarely enjoyed by everyone. Francis Wilson appeared in
“The Little Father of the Wilderness’? and the Nicholson
Sylvan Players in the ‘‘ Taming of the Shrew’’ and ‘‘Mr. Cupid.’’
Professor 8. H. Clark of the University of Chicago and Prin-
cipal of the Chautauqua School of Expression gave ‘‘Silas
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Marner,’’ ‘‘Chanticleer’’ and other readings. I have just given
you a hint of some of the good things one may get—all of which
are absolutely free, after the payment of the gate fee.

The sports are many and varied—tennis, quoits, base-bail,
walks, drives, rowing. sailing, and above all swimming. The
bathing beach is well kept and swimming is enjoyed without
danger.

I have been asked to tell you something of what one may do
there in the line of work. The Hotel Athenseum engages about
forty girls, all of whom are college students or teachers, and the
best colleges in the east are represented. A great many of the
girls in the dining room took courses as well, gaining a great
deal which will help in their winter work, besides earning
money toward winter expenses. Many girls find work in the

Chautauqua Literary Society office, others in the book store,
and many work in the college commons or smaller hotels and
boarding houses. The men are bell-men, office boys, keepers at
the boat-houses and bathing houses and many do diningg-room
work. In fact, if you wish work of any kind state your urpose
and apply to Chautauqua Institution, Chautauqua, N. Y., and
I’m sure you’ll find what you want.

I have hardly touched on the advantages of the place, have
told you nothing of the opportunities along lines of music or
art, have given you, I fear, only a vague idea of the place on
the whole, but my chief aim is to stimulate and encourage you to
see for yourself—and with J. W. Bengough I believe—

CHAUTAUQUA
(With acknowledgments to the author of ‘‘My Mother.’’)
Where is it that the people go
Year after year in ceaseless flow
Because tly really must, you know?
Chautauqua!
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THE ECHO

Where is it that the Present Day,,

Withdrawing from the frenzied fray,

Sits down to meditate and pray?
Chautauqua!

Where is it Femininity

Dominates the vicinity,

Where Womankind is in it, Eh?
Chautauqua!

Where is it that the creature, MAN.

Beholds inverted Nature’s plan,

And finds himself an ‘‘ Also ran?”’
Chautauqua !

‘Where do bear-headed people rush

From morn’ till night, and crowd and push

And sweetly stand the squeeze and crush?
Chautauqua!

Where do industrious ladies sit

List’ning to eloquence and wit,

The while they tat or sew or knit?
Chautauqua!

Where, finding that they need a spool,

A needle or some other tool,

Do they walk out in manner cool?
Chautauqua!

Where does the East embrace the West

And North and South in Union blest

Join hearts and hands for What is Best?
Chautauqua!

Gertrupe IncaLis GirrorpD, 8. N. C., ’08.
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“American Types”

(Continued. )

The German migration of the nineteenth century was quite
distinct from that of the preceding century. The colonial migra-
tion was largely caused by religious persecution; but that of the
past century was caused by political and economic incentives.
The political exiles sought America, bringing their liberalism
and religion, and forming with their descendants in American
cities, an intellectual aristocracy. They sprang from the middle
classes of Germany, and when the wars with Austria and France
had provoked the spirit of militarism, many a Hans Friedrich
or Ludwig Steinberg left his Vaterland to avoid military ser-
vice. To his new country, the ‘‘home of the free,’’ he devotes
all his whole-souled patriotism, willing to put forth his best
effort so long as it is offered of his own free will. He casts aside
all the old traditions of his native land, and with his thrifty,
characteristic energy, sets at once about the tast of forming
a good home for his family. In training his children he employs
his former simplicity and sternness with the newfound advan-
tages, in developing in them model citizens of their alleged
country. So he forms the nucleus of a class of people who com-
bine their energetic thrift and patriotism with the new spirit of
liberty, and conscientiously perform their part in developing
the national character.

From Italy the migratory stream which had been the merest
trickle, has now become the greatest of all foreign tributaries
to our population. The Italian who comes to America chiefly
from South Italy, is very illiterate, but the most industrious and
thrifty of all workingmen. In America he enlists in the great
army of laborers, and with his honest toil earns his dollar and
fifty cents a day. Wherever a shovel of earth is to be turned or
a bed of rock to be blasted, there the Italian contributes his
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share to the public welfare, and develops the character typical
of the working class of this country.

Side by side with them are descendants of the Austria-~Hun-
garian race, which in reality is a confused medley of races. It
is the task of America to lift them up to a patriotism which
hitherto they could not know. The Pole in America bends to
his task with all the persistency and faithfulness which is ac-
quired in tilling the soil of his native farm. In his old country
he was sole master of the few acres which he called his own. But
he grew tired of the lazy, dull, monotonous life, without any
privileges of liberty so dear to every man, nor advantages for the
education of his children. Therefore he came to America, lured
by the prospect of developing his own individuality, and peace-
ably enjoying ‘‘liberty, life and the pursuit of happiness.’’ So
this country becomes richer every year with citizens of this type
of thrift and faithfulness.

The latest source of the migratory stream to America is Rus-
sia. During the last score of years almost a million Jews have
left Russia, and most of them have come to America. For cen-
turies they had remained in the land of the oppressed, almost
content with their wretched lot. But the ten or more years of
terrible persecution in the reign of Czar Alexander IJ, had given
an impetus to the awakening Jew. During this period he had
become modernized and the Pale was teeming with doctors, law-
yers, mathematicians and literary craftsmen.

Twenty years before the Jews would perhaps not have felt the
shock so crushingly. But education gives sensitiveness. The
tyrant’s blows began to hurt more than ever. ‘‘To Palestine!”’
pessimistic dreamers cried. ‘‘To America!’’ said the more ener-
getic element. ‘‘America!’’ became the watchward of the hour.
The spirit spread like wild-fire. Young and old, men and women,
were seized with the fever. Students with cockades in their
hats, old men with long curly beards, rich and poor, the learned
and the ignorant—all flocked to the promised land. In Amer-
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ica they seek a permanent home, opportunity for development of
life and advancement of mind and heart, independence and
unity, free institutions and education for their children—these
things they ask. In so far as it is given them, so far do they offer
to our country their services of genius, talent and industry.
While retaining certain racial characteristics they blend into
the national life, and have a prominent share in its develop-
ment, for ‘‘conspicuous, ever, has been the fate of the children of
Israel.”’

The immigrant of to-day is the American of tomorrow. From
the time when the first Pilgrim set his foot on Plymouth rock,
to the present time, when the immigrant Jew starts on the
beaten path to Americanization from his Ghetto-barrier, the
same goal has been reached. Though the horizon has broadened,
the course has become easier and the prize ever more worth the

winning.
Edward A. Steiner, professor in Iowa college, who has always
been very much interested in immigration, said: ‘‘It has made

me grateful that I could stand among those tangling threads out
of which our national life is being woven, and see the woof and
the warp, and know that the woof is good.’’ Still the wheel goes
spinning on and on, weaving together in its intrincate mazes
the elements of the best. And when Fate with its mighty shears,
slits the last filament, behold! a gold-laced web, delicate in fibre,
yet strong in structure. Here are the rich threads of thrift and
honesty ; here are the precious threads of courage and patriot-
ism. They were gathered singly from our American types, but
are woven powerfully, and for all time, into the ‘‘One Man’’—
the American.’’
ANNA A. BoocuEver, 1912.
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Review Departent

Review of “Dio, The Athenian.”

BY E, F. BURR, D. D.

It is evident that the author of ‘‘Dio The Athenian’’ has
made the historical personage ‘‘Dion of Syracuse’’ his hero.
Dion was an eminent Greek statesman and pariot, born about
410 B. C. He inherited from his father an immense fortune.
His sister Aristomache became the wife of King Dionysius and
Dion, because of this, acquired much influence at Court. The
courtiers, soon becoming jealous of him, prevailed upon the
king to banish him. He left Syracuse and retired to Athens,
where he was received with the greatest honor. He attempted
to liberate Syracuse by an appeal to arms and entered that city
without resistance. He was assassinated by Calippus about
354 B. C.

Since Dion became closely connected with the family of the
Dionysii by the marriage of his sister to King Dionysius, we can
readily understand how our author has departed somewhat and
made his hero Dio, the son of Dionysius, of the Dionysii

It is at the point where ‘‘Dion’’ returns to Athens that the
author begins his story and introduces us to Dio, on board a
galley which is making its way toward the Piraeus. We see in
the moonlight, standing near the prow, a Greek of heroic sta-
ture, who is eagerly watching the approach to the Athenian port..

Dr. Burr, the author, states that the object of this work was
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to illustrate the natural progress of a cultivated Greek of the
first century, from the best form of classical paganism, through
the various philosophical schools, most akin to those of our own
time, to theoretical and practical Christianity. Beind a Doctor
of Divinity, the author has probably taken this form in which
to reveal to a certain class of people the power of the Christian
religion and to draw the attention of those persons who do not
read the Bible, or who read it carlessly, to the wonderful events
it records, as well as the divine doctrine that it teaches; and
to temp them to seek the inspired sources from which his heroes
and heroines derive so much comfort and strength.

This parable, for such it may be called, displays the theolo-
gical ideas of the writer who speaks to the world through Dio.
Indeed, the world, or that part of it which he is desirous to reach,
is more likely to listen and heed his words when he is masked.

The author has cleverly represented the time and country in
which the scenes are laid, especially in regard to the main fea-
tures of topography, manners and adventures; he has pursued
this path undeviatingly to the close, but not so in regard to opi-
nions and character. Either he has chosen his characters un-
wisely or he errs in introducing St. Paul. To a writer of
Egyptian lore there always remains the privilege of adopting
one of several schools of chronology and dynasty, but Greece al-
lows no such privilege. Her statesmen, philosophers, generals;
all are clearly defined and portrayed in the pages of history
and to be true to them, one must, in writing, represent them
as they were.

To my mind, Dr. Burr has erred in the first instance, for, as
he has stated above, he is desirous of presenting to his readers
some idea of how the gospel was received at Athens. Now Paul
did not begin to preach the Christian religion until about 39
A. D., while ‘‘Dion’’ on whom the author has based the story
of his hero, was assassinated about 354 B. C. Then, too, the
famous Greek philosophers, Leucippus, Epicurus, and Theoph-
52 THE ECHO

rastus, who figure very prominently in the story, are, as far as
T ean find, the only eminent philosophers of those names; and
the author introduces them to his readers as living, enthusiastic

men of the first century, each teaching his own theory, either
in the Lyceum or the Academy. Leucippus, the author of atomic
philosophy, lived earlier than 450 B. C. and yet he is repre-
sented as teaching the philosophy of Epicurus, who did not live
until about 340 B. C., some hundred years later. Even Theo-
phrastus, another eminent Greek philosopher, born 374 B. C.,
walks and talks with Paul, not through Greek scholars of the
first century, but in person.

The story opens, as was mentioned above, with Dio returning
to Athens from Rome, whither he had been sent by his father
who thought that the best school of arms then to be found was
a Roman Camp. On reaching home about midnight, Dio has much
difficulty in being admitted by the servants who do not recog-
nize him after his absence of four years. They were loath to
admit any one who appeared to be a stranger, especially in the
absence of their master and mistress, who had gone to Corinth
and Delphi, to see if any news could be had of the fate of their
son, because he had failed to arrive after the coming of the gal-
leys known to have started from Italy even later than himself.

Dio excited much admiration throughout Athens, but was
unknown, according to his wish, until the return of his parents.
During their absence he is obliged to stay an attack made upon
the house by ruffians, instigated by one Sinon, who calls himself
“‘The Friend of The People’’ and who is in reality a rogue and
an anarchist. He has a so-called niece, however, with whom
Dio falls in love, after meeting her at the apartments of the
priestess Lysymache, whom he has consulted concerning the
“Unknown God.’’

Sinon and his son are plotting continuously to overflow the
power of the Dionysii and to assassinate Dio. These attempts
are made known to him by his old nurse and he and his cousin,
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Amphis, depart for Salamis where, with the aid of the servants
on the estate, they overcome the ruffians and the Roman soldiers
sent by Sinon to plunder. Dio then hastens home to protect the
estate at Athens, which had been left with his uncle and the
servants. He was also anxious to see his mother and Damaris,

the niece of Sinon, whom he had left with his mother after res-
cuing her from one of the caves on a neighboring island.

Not satisfied with attempting destruction, Sinon continued in
his work and caused Dio, as representative of the Dionysii, to
be brought before the Epigetes and the Proconsul to answer for
disloyalty, atheism, and plotting to overthrow the democracy.

These charges are proved false by opportune witnesses and
the tables turn upon Sinon. Aulus, his co-worker in crime, is
also sent, under authority, to Rome and is deprived of the pro-
consulship. The mystery surrounding Damaris, whom very few
believed to be the niece of Sinon, is solved and it is found that
Sinon had kidnapped her when a child and later had taken
possession of the estate which rightfully was hers. She is be
trothed to Dio and the story closes with a brilliant pageant, in
which St. Paul figures prominently. He came to Athens a few
weeks before the wedding and owing to his preaching as well as
the influence which Dio had exerted, many of the Athenians
were won to the new faith.

Dio and Damaris, the hero and heroine, are noble characters,
possessing those beautiful traits of fidelity, honesty and virtue.
They are Greeks of the Grand old pattern. Not so Sinon and
his son and Aulus, the Proconsul. They are representatives of
all that is low, mean, despicable and base. They lived by plot-
ting and counter-plotting; their violence and malevolence of
disposition, together with their sentiments seem like glimpses
into a foul pit, into which one must descend from lofty Olympus
when he departs from Dio and holds converse with Sinon and
his followers.

Amphis, the cousin of Dio, is a great-souled youth, unselfish
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and loving and who sees in Dio the personification of all that is
good and great.

In Hyspate and Dionysius, Dio’s mother and father, we see
the kind, loving, thoughtful parents and in Epicurus, Theo-
phrastus and Leucippus, we find the founders of those several
philosophies which to-day delight the student.

It seems to me that the author has so contrasted the characters
of Dio and Sinon purposely to show the difference between liv-
ing uprightly and honestly and having a fervent, sincere rever-
ence for a Supreme Power and that living which attempts to
overthrow democracy; destroy governments; injure mankind
whenever he enjoys the love and respect of his fellow citizens.

The author has so vividly presented the various scenes to us
that we feel ourselves transported to that land of Hellas where,
for a time at least, we become one in thought and feeling with
its people. The scene in the cave where Dio rescues Damaris
from an untimely death, is so alive with action that the reader’s
muscles contract, he becomes tense with excitement and at the
close of the recital he breathes a sigh of relief as deep as Dio’s
own.
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Editorials

Owing to the great success of the ‘‘Rivals’’ last spring, it
has been decided to present a play annually, under the auspices
of Tur Ecuo. Last year the play committee had great diffi-
culty in selecting members for the cast. As no play had ever
been presented by the students, there was absolutely nothing on
which to base an opinion as to this or that person’s ability as
an actor. Now the fact that a student behaves well in Psycho-
logy class does not prove that he will be a good actor on the
stage; the fact that he composes beautiful English themes does
not prove that he can act with beautiful composure; nor does
it follow, if he is a shark in mathematics, that he will make a
fine figure behind the footlights. So, perforce, the element of
chance entered largely into the choosing of a cast. The result,
mirabile dictu, was very satisfactory. But Chance is a fickle
goddess, and this year’s play committee will have none of her
in choosing its actors.

And here is where you can assist us—yes, you, be you haughty
senior or humble freshman—if you have ever taken part in a
dramatic performance of any sort. Make the fact known, at.
once, to some member of the play committee, if you know them,
or drop a note, stating your experience, in THe Ecuo Box. Do
not, through false modesty, hide your light under a bushel;—
no, even though you think a peck would sufice to conceal it, let
it shine forth for what it is worth! In every play, the stars are
few, but the candles are many, and a very tiny spark of dra-
matic ability may be fanned into a most commendable candle,
with prospects of becoming a Tungsten burner with practice.

In our June issue we stated that an Ecuo Box was to be placed
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in one of the corridors. No doubt, many of you have been look-
ing for this box. In explanation, let us say that we, too, have
been looking for it, and, what is more important, we have finally
found it, and that it will enter upon its duties in the near future.

We do not intend ‘to run editorials in serial form but, for the
information of new students, we will give a brief second instal-
ment on the box and its purpose in life. These, then, are the
raisons d’etre of Tur Ecuo Box:

1. To receive the news items of all the class and society re-
porters ;

2. To receive criticisms or suggestions for improving THE
Ecuo;

8. To receive material for publication from students who do
not know the members of Tue Ecuo Board, or who, for any rea-
son, prefer that the authorship of their manuscripts should not
be known.

Use Tot Ecuo Box. All material deposited therein will re-
ceive the careful consideration of some member of the staff. In
using the Box, you will help us if you will mark on your papers
the name of the department to which they belong.

If you, as organization reporter, do not ‘find in Tum Ecuo all
that you submitted to the news editors, look for it among the
alumni notes.

On the 27th, 28th and 29th of October will be held in the
Senate Chamber at the Capitol, the 48th annual University Con-
vention. Here will be presented by way of lecture and open
discussion, lively and important educational problems by speak-
ers preeminently qualified for their work. Because we are all
EDITORIALS 57

interested in one or more of the subjects concerned, Tae Ecuo
has secured a program.

Thursday evening—Address, ‘‘Desirable Factors in Other
Systems of Education that are Lacking in the American Sys-
tem.’ Charles F. Thwing, Ph.D., LL.D., President Western Re-
serve University, Cleveland, Ohio.

Friday, 9.30 A. M.—Adadress, ‘‘The Place of Agriculture in
Higher Edueation.’’ Liberty H. Bailey, M.S.; LL.D., Dean of
State College of Agriculture, Ithaca.

Address—‘‘ Co-operation Between the State and the College.’’
Almon Gunnison, D.D., President St. Lawrence University,
Canton.

Friday afternoon—Address, ‘‘How to Secure Among College
Students a Higher Appreciation of Scholarship.’’ A. Lawrence
Lowell, Ph.D., LL.D., President Harvard University. ‘‘Our
Present Education,’’ James M. Taylor, D.D., LL.D., President
Vassar. Discussion general.

Friday evening—‘‘The Man and His Work in Education.’’
John H. Finley, LL. D., President College of the City of New
York: ..

Saturday morning—‘‘How can the High Schools be Made to
Serve More Effectively the Interests of the Community ?”’
Charles F. Harper, B.A., Principal Syracuse High School; dis-
cussion to be taken up by other high school principals.

At the last meeting of Tur Ecno staff Miss Isabel Bigleman
was elected assistant news editor to fill the vacancy made by
Miss Barrett’s failure to return to college work this fall. Miss
Barrett had to resign because of sickness in the family. We
sincerely hope that next fall may find her again at work on THE
Ecuo.
58 THE ECHO

The following committee was appointed to manage the pre-
sentation of Tue Ecuo play: Ella R. Watson, chairman; An-
ton Schneider, Samuel Heyford, Myra Young, Helen Schermer-
horn, Eva Tillapaugh.
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News Department

The lectures to be delivered before the student body in the
auditorium during the coming year are being arranged by a
committee of faculty members appointed for that purpose. The
lectures of last year were a source of pleasure and information
to us all and we shall look forward to the first of the new series
as a valuable part of the college year.

The Faculty Reception

On Friday evening, September 16, the students of the college
enjoyed a reception given by the Faculty. The large entrance
hall was decorated with palms, the green of which contrasted
very prettily with the white walls and pillars. The attractive
reception rooms were also open and offered an opportunity for
quiet conservation.

A new feature of this reception was seen in the cards or slips
of paper worn by the students; each card bearing the name of
the wearer. This greatly aided in the ‘‘introduction problem,’’
especially in case of the Freshmen who had not yet recovered
from their sense of strangeness, which seemed to render their
voices weak; and when the pronunciation of their own names
devolved upon them, the inquirer heard but the faint flutter of
a sound or two, the rest being left to the imagination.

‘We were much pleased to see the class of 1910 so well repre-
sented at the reception and only hope that the succeeding
elasses will also think as much of their Alma Mater.

Y. W. C. A. Reception
On the following Friday evening, Y. W. C. A. gave its an-
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nual reception to the college, which as usual was most thorough-
ly enjoyed by all.

A delightful program was followed by an equally pleasant
social time, with enthusiastic singing of S. N. C. songs. Occa-
sionally a frightened Freshman came out from hiding and
fitted stealthily across the floor, usually in the direction of the
refreshments. With such as could thus be found, we all tried
to become acquainted, with greater or less success.

The program for the evening was as follows:

BOpranO OOl0h a uea os cies ene en elects Florence Keller
Peciatigm i ieee fo ee eae tee Hortense Barnett
OUUnY (SOMO KCE IAN (ou Gael etn re ee ae YW. C.74.) Girls
IRSGiLATONeE te wa mah emia Role ezicc mires saute David Allison
MO PMAT OMS O LOS ese wincr Pertecate ps fernlislera are eden Mary Hotaling
Mocks Orcestran ie )ocis «scans wen Leader, Miss Wittemeir

Senior Notes.

The first regular meeting of the senior class was held on Wed-
nesday, September 21, in room 211. It was unusually well at-
tended, more than eighty per cent. of the class being present.
Business matters for the ensuing year were quite intensively
diseussed. Among the important commitees appointed were
those having in charge the class pins, the annual reception, the
Senior Year-Book, and finances.

We are pleased to weleome in our midst Miss Olcott, Smith
10; Miss Achille, Syracuse; Miss Drummond, Miss Bissel and
Miss Swart.

Regular class meetings: First Monday of each month at 4.15,
in room 100. Watch the bulletin board for special meetings.

On October 4th, the following class-day officers were elected:
Class poet, Edith W. Scott; Class prophet, Beulah Brandow;
Class historian, Florence Wittemeir.
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Junior Notes

On Friday, September 23, we assembled in full throng to the
first class meeting of our Junior Year. Miss Everingham, also
for the first time, administered her duties as ‘‘Our President.’’
It was decided to hold regular class meetings the first Monday
of each month and we are in hopes that each meeting will be
more memorable than its predecessor.

Freshman Notes.

The Freshman Class being unable to open its eyes, much less
intelligently wriggle its arms and legs, we, the Juniors, would
say that it is our intention to organize and coordinate its various
members at an early date. Do not be impatient, for good things
come slowly. We expect that eventually we may turn out quite
a respectable organism which can look after its own ‘‘food,
elothing and shelter.’

Y. W. C. A. Notes.

On Saturday, September the seventeenth, a goodly number
enjoyed the tramp to Forbes Manor, given by the Y. W. C. A.
girls. After going through the many rooms of the historie old
mansion, an extensive view of the surrounding country was ob-
tained from the roof. Then the trampers joyfully departed,
carrying away with them many souvenirs.

The first meeting of the new term was held on Wednesday,
the twenty-first. Miss Beulah Brandow was the leader, the sub-
ject being the general work of the Y. W. C. A. with respect to
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its meaning and helpfullness. Special music by the Misses
Fraser and Gardiner was much enjoyed.

A Silver Bay meeting was held the following Wednesday, at
which five of the delegates to Silver Bay gave reports of the
conference, touching on the missionary phase, general impres-
sions, recreation. Pictures of Silver Bay gave an added
interest and vividness to the descriptions.

Athletic Notes.

Do you want S. N. ©. to be inferior to other colleges in ath-
leties? Why, of course not! Then join the Athletic Association
and, by your cooperation, help to make this a record year at
8. N.C.

First and foremost in the activities of the association is the
Men’s Basket Ball Team, which is open to all good players. The
association weleomes Mr. Steer back heartily, and feels sure that
with him again in the ranks the team is assured of success.

After November 1 the Girl’s Class Basket Ball Teams will be
organized ; and the inter-class games are among the social events
of the winter season. At the close of the season each team re-
ceives class numerals and the most successful team receives the
college monogram.

Another phase of the work of the association is at present in
teresting the students in the Tennis Tournament, soon to be
held. This is for players good, bad or indifferent—so do not
hesitate to register for the contests.

Lastly, do not come to college with the idea of a Book Educa-
tion. Adapt yourselves to your environment. Enter into all
the activities of social life in the college; and then, and then
only, will your education be complete.
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To the College Men.

‘We are more than pleased to hear that quite a number of the
men are ‘‘coming out’’ for basket ball. That’s the spirit, fel-
lows! Come on out anyway! Get into the game! Everybody
is eligible, whether he has ever played or not. There is no place
like the ‘‘gym”’ to get acquainted. The outlook is already en-
couraging, but we need all the fellows to have a team that we
may be proud of. Get busy and come on out!

Delta Omega Notes.

Miss Edith Perry spent the week end of September 18 as a
guest at the Society Flat, 2 Delaware avenue.

The Society Flat has been much improved by the handsome
mission wood dining room set, a gift from the New York Alumni
Association of Delta Omega. ..

Miss Helen Bennett spent the week end of September 23 at
Saratoga. ..

We were very much pleased by a visit from Miss Kathleen
Phillip on September 20.

We are very grateful for our new ballot box, a gift from Miss
Berna Hunt, 710.

Eta Phi Notes

The following are the officers of Eta Phi for the coming year:
President—Sarah Trembley.
Vice-President—Grace Willcox.
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Secretary—Daisie Andrus.

Treasurer—Florence Van Noy.

Chaplain—Lela Farnham.

Marshall—Hsther Mitchell.

Critic—Adaline Raynsford.

Editor—Jessie Cole.

Eta Phi welcomes Miss Agnes Stuart, who has returned to
continue work at the college.

The Sorority girls were delighted to have the Misses Leona
Eaton, Clara Springsteed and Adaline Raynsford with them
on September twenty-fourth for the annual picnic at Castleton.
The older girls cannot come back too often.

Miss Grace Beaver has entered Mount Holyoke College this
fall. We shall miss her,

Miss Elizabeth Schaupp, ’08, and Miss Hazel Seaman, ’07,
have entered Syracuse University for a two-year course.

Kappa Delta Notes

The officers for the ensuing year are as follows:

President—Henrietta Fitch.

Vice-President—Beulah Brandow.

Seeretary—Anna Boochever.

Treasurer—May Chant.

Corresponding Secretary—Helen Schermerhorn.

Sritic—Frances Stillman.

Reporter—Amy Wood.

Miss Evelyn Austin, ’09, visited at the Kappa Delta House
recently. ..

‘We are glad to welcome Miss Ethel Anderson, who is taking
up further studies at college.
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Miss Beulah Brandow is taking a course at the Albany School
of Fine Arts.

The Misses Bessie and Constance Hicks of Indiana were the
week-end guests of Miss Haskins at the House.

Miss Esther Trumbull spent the summer at Chautauqua,
where she took a course in Art.

Notice has been received of the marriage of Miss Bessie A.
Thornton, 705, to Mr. M. H. Weyranch of Brooklyn. Mr. Wey-
ranch is a graduate of Union College and is news editor of the
Brooklyn Daily Eagle.

Miss May Foyle, ’09, visited at the Kappa Delta House re-
cently.

Kappa Delta entertained a few friends at the House Satur-
day evening, September twenty-fourth.

Psi Gamma Notes.

On the evening of June 17th occurred the twelfth annual
banquet of the Sorority, in the gold room of the Mezzanine gal-
lery of the Hotel Ten Eyck. The table was tastefully decorated
with ferns and yellow roses, the latter being used extensively
as individual favors and center piece. The Sorority colors, blue
and gold, appeared in the menu cards and decorations. Among
the more important incidents of the evening were the election
of Mrs. Adam A. Walker and Mrs. Winifred C. Decker to mem-
bership, and the installation of these incoming officers:

President—Miss Jessie Cleveland.

Vice-President—Miss Mary Hotaling.

Recording Secretary—Florence Chase.

Corresponding Secretary—Miss Gertrude Heap.

Chaplain—Miss Carlotta Jordan.
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Treasurer—Miss Florence Wittemeier.

Literary Editor—Miss Edna Hall.

Miss Mable Talmadge acted as toastmistress and the following
responded to toasts:

Mrs. Mooney, Mrs. Schuyler, and the Misses Florence Brown,
Danny Parvel, Winifred Gillespie, Florence Chase and Florence
Wittemeier.

Psi Gamma heartily welcomes the new faces as well as the old.

The girls met as usual the first evening after the return, at
the home of Miss Florence Chase. A second meeting was held
with the president Tuesday evening, September 20.

Many fine spreads are anticipated now that some of our girls
are pursuing the arts of cooking.

Mrs. Hall of Peekskill spent the week end, September 24th
to 26th, with her daughter, Miss Edna Hall.

Miss Florence Chase was one of the Y. W. C. A. delegates at
Silver Bay in June.

Phi Delta Notes

Our ranks were much depleted last June by the graduation
of seven of our members. We miss the dear departed, but we
are confident that there are enough of us left to make life worth
living. And when it comes to initiating new members, there are
enough of us and enough of them, believe us!

Messrs. Van Denburgh, Sherwood and McCormack have paid
brief visits to their Alma Mater this fall.

Phi Delta welcomes the fairer and gentler members of the
incoming class with almost equal heartiness to that with which
it met the sterner element. May they prosper, together.
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Alumni Notes

The Alumni have been graduated from the strenuous work
of the college, but they care enough about us to come back oc-
casionally. The following attended the faculty reception: Mrs.
McHaffie (nee Miss Blake) ’01; Miss Gordon, 02; Miss Edith
Perry, ’09; Miss Leah Hallando, ’09; Miss Hannigan, ’10; Miss
MaKenna, 710; Mr. Van Lenberg, 710, and Mr. Sherwood, ’10.

Miss Bertha Purdy, 710, is teaching in Schenectady.

Miss Jessie Harpham, 710, has been appointed assistant prin-
cipal at Constableville.

Miss Nettie Potter is teaching German and Mathematics in
the Tuxedo High School.

Miss Mary Harpham, ’10, will be married during the month of
October to: Mr. J. H. Ludlum of Albany, N. Y.

Mr. Roy Vandenberg, 710, is principal of the Castleton Union
School.

Miss Gertrude Gifford, ’08, has been retained as kindergarten
teacher at Amsterdam with an increased salary.

Miss Berna Hunt, 710, is teaching at Hartford, New York.

Mr. Sherwood, 710, has been appointed State Statician at the
Capitol.

Miss Leah Hallando, ’09, is teaching German in the Water-
vliet High School.

Miss Harriett Osborn, ’10, is teaching at Coeymans.

Miss Jessie MacKenna, ’10, is teaching at Salem,, N. Y.

Miss Baldwin, ’10, is teaching at Hancock, Mass.

The Misses Anderson and Marjorie Bennett have returned to
enter the Junior Class.
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Miss Louise Beutler and Miss Berta Bendell have returne-1
to college, the former for work in Domestic Science and the lat-
ter for English.

Miss Louise Wheeler, 710, has gone to New York to take a
course in Columbia University.

Clarence H. Wood, State Normal College, A. B., 1909, Pd.
B, 710, took a Ph.B. at the autumn convocation of the Univer-
sity of Chicago, September 2nd. He has also completed three
years’ graduate work at the University of Chicago in sociology,
theology and history.

Miss Leona Eaton, 710, who is teaching in Wappinger’s Falls,
attended the Y. W. C. A. reception. She was the guest of Miss
Stuart.

Mr. Newman D. Waffle, ’03, visited college September 16,
1910. He is now teaching in Cartaret Academy, East Orange,
New Jersey.

The Alumni editors wish to correct a mistake made in the
September issue of the paper: Miss Pauline E. Rockwell is con-
tinuing her teaching in the Rensselaer High School and no an-
nouncement of an engagement has been made.
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Sapiens, the Alumna

My Dear Ex-Freshman:

You see I’ve had to give you a new title. Now that ‘‘ex’’
doesn’t mean expelled or extinct, as my small sister thought it
did when she saw it in front of Roosevelt’s name. it means that
you’ve been exposed to all freshman diseases, such as trigono-
metry and big-headedness, and are immune. Now don’t you
feel honored? I suppose you are wondering why you are
favored with another epistle from me before I receive an
answer to my last incantation. I have a chum here in town
who is addicted to answering advertisements. Her latest ven-
ture was to a college of dressmaking. Since then she’ has re-
eeived ominous looking packages on the average of three a week,
advising, admonishing and threatening her to take a course
which should enable her to possess ‘‘the fundamental feminine
accomplishment—to know how to sew.’’ The last letter was al-
most tearfully eloquent, and reached something like an anti-
climax in this statement: ‘‘I fear sometimes my zeal, my en-
thusiasm, my persistence, my insistence, may lead you to mis-
judge my motives.’’ I have fears like those of the dressmaker-
instructor, but I am also very lonesome and I know you won’t
mind finding a great, fat letter in Albany before even your trunk
is unpacked, if you once picture me to yourself, rocking all
alone in a ‘‘large sunny room with a good view’’ and absolu-
tely no one to talk to but an alarm clock and listening to that
insistent voice in the back of my brain which says, ‘‘There’s no
one I feel so sorry for, as the new teacher in the new town.”’’
And when the cat comes up from downstairs and rubs up against
my dress, that voice goes on, ‘‘Beware of the friends who are
friendly too soon. They likely haven’t any friends of their own.’’
I never did like cats any way. Scat! I begin to realize what
is meant by the ‘‘deskness of the desk’’ and ‘‘the aloneness of
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the alone.’? Freshman at college aren’t in it with freshmen at
teaching. Why, at times, I just gasp from having to assume so
much dignity. I’m so afraid I will make some dreadful break
like ‘‘the Noble.’? You know she was the girl who sat opposite
us at table—the one we called ‘‘The Noble Athelston,’’ because
she had such a grand appetite and was so stupid about seeing
things. Well, we didn’t tell you about the joke on her, but now
that you are an ‘‘ex’’ I think it will not hurt you to know. One
day she dismissed a precocious young infant from her class-
room. In about ten minutes this infant’s head reappeared at
he decor and was again sternly ordered to leave the room, at
which the head, looking mournful, murmured that it was cold
out in the hall. ‘‘Go where it’s warm then,’’ snapped ‘‘Noble,’’
in merciless tones, and when the head disappeared suddenly and
the other youngsters burst forth into a roar of laughter, ‘‘The
Noble’’ couldn’t think what could be the matter. I put my foot
in it almost as badly, tho, (1 must remember that I signed the
reform spelling pledge. It saves time), the night of the teach-
ers’ reception where we all sat around and ate ice cream out of
tin spoons and pretended to be quite at ease. Now I should have
looked in my joke-book before starting out, but I forgot it, so
when the President of the Board entertained me by asking me
why a blind canary was like the southern states and I stubborn-
ly regused to ‘‘see seed,’’ I thought I’d repay him by asking
Peggy’s conundrum, ‘‘Do you know Amos?’’ Well, as luck
would have it, I said ‘‘Moses’’ and when he blankly replied he
hadn’t the honor of that gentleman’s acquaintance, I couldn’t
for the life of me, think about ‘‘a mosquito,’’ so I replied he
hadn’t been in school very long any way, (There really is a new
boy in my room afflicted with the name of Moses) and that makes
me think the first day he came, this same useful boy tried to as-
sist me in disciplining by calling down his aisle, ‘‘Take the gum
out of your mouths and put your feet in.’’ Moses occupies the
front seat now.
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Yes, I’m like the afore-quoted dressmaker, ‘‘I like my work
of teaching—I like it fine, except only the selling.’’ It’s ‘‘ex-
cept only’’ the disciplining with me. Oh, well, as any member
of the Shakespeare class will inform you, ‘‘It’s interest in some-
thing and enthusiasm for something that make life worth liv-
ing,’’ so as long as I keep interested and enthusiastic about that
discipline, life is apt to be very much worth living for me.

That makes me think—you like poetry, and I found some
verses the other day that strike indirectly on some of the things
we used to talk about. Oh, how I wish I could go back just for
one little minute to see you all—to be one of the bunch again—
but hold on here, Quaker; this will never do. Here are the
verses :

I have closed the door on Doubt;
I will go by what light I can find,
And hold up my hands and reach them out
To the glimmer of God in the dark and call:
“T am Thine though I grope and stumble and fall,
I serve; and Thy service is kind.’

I have closed the door on Fear.

He has lived with me far too long.

If he were to break forth and reappear,

I should lift my eyes and look at the sky,
And sing aloud and run lightly by;

He will never follow a song.

I have closed the door on Gloom.
His house has too narrow a view.
I must seek for my soul a wider room
With windows to open and let in the sun,
And radiant lamps when the day is done,
And the breeze of the world blowing through.
In one of your first letters this summer you remember you
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askéd me why it was that I admired Poll so much, even after
rooming with her four years. Well, I’m a little like the man
who was sent on an errand by his wife, left her for twenty years,

and when he came back, said he couldn’t match the sample she’d
given him. But do you know, I hadn’t ever thought much about
just why I liked her—she was just Polly and that was enough.
I’ve been trying to think it out this summer, but I can hardly
tell why I like her yet, unless it’s because she’s so much like one
of those unrecognized heroes you read about in magazine stories
where they give you a snap-shot of the inside and outside of a
person’s actions—only Polly was queerer and funnier than any
character I ever read about. You’d have thought to have seen
her around college so frivolous and gay, that she hadn’t brains
or character enough to have any college spirit at all—but did
you ever notice—no, you didn’t, because you weren’t there,
when we used to dish up ice cream and wash dishes at recep-
tions over in litle Primary Chapel. Well, if any one was be-
hind the scenes, there too was Poll, beaming all over as though
it were a great lark and if any one happened to remark about
her affinity for the dishpan, she always laughed and said she
preferred it to being grand and making set speeches while she
ate the kind of cake she didn’t like outside.

But this same funny room-mate of mine used to be the boon
of all homesick freshmen and other forlorn girls too, and she did
it so naturally, so joyously, that there was never a doubt in the
minds of the girls she befriended but that they were doing her
the greatest favor in the world to talk to her. Polly was the
cne who introduced us two. I don’t suppose you remember that
—no indeed; she effaced herself the very instant she saw I could
take care of you. Why, if Polly thought a girl was beginning
to have a crush on her, she’d go to almost any length to dispel
it. Most people didn’t understand her and thought her shallow
because of this, but I knew her better and used to urge her to
show her real self to people, but she’d only open those big brown
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eyes of hers a little wider, stretch her long arms and say, in the
drawling half-laughing manner that she used to hide her deepest
feelings, ‘‘I’m a seeker after Truth, Sapiens, my dear. How am
I to find the truth if I am to be hedged in by enamoured admir-
ers? No, I leave them the truth and their self-respect and go
on.’’ ‘But you might at least let them love and admire you?’’
I would say. ‘‘No, I can’t do it. Sapiens,’’ she would answer
earnestly. ‘‘I love them too much for it. You don’t know how
I love them—how I glory in being one of them, being not a bit
better than the worst of them—‘drinking the whole of it,’ bear-
ing the brunt of it,’’ and when Polly got that far there was no
use trying to argue with her. ‘‘Too much of that sort of thing,’’
she’d say, ‘‘destroys unity and college spirit, makes things look
distorted—no, I’ll have none of it.’’

There was another thing about Polly for which I couldn’t
make up my mind whether to despise or admire her for a long
time. She seemed always to take college life as a sort of game
or puzzle and always she was working at something a little too
hard for her, so she was never anything but mediocre in her
classes. I remember when we had to write on the U. S. war-
ships in Soph English, Polly knew all about them because she
has an uncle in the navy, so she didn’t write on that subject, but
spent hours down at the Capitol working a labor topie and got
a question in the end. When the girls laughed at her she fired
up for a moment and said, ‘‘I’m not working for show, I’m work-
ing for my own benefit and enlightment.’’ When we got home
that night, she felt jollier and said: ‘‘Those girls are like Sam
in ‘Partners of Providence.’ His complaint was, ‘Just as I was
getting tougher and feeling used to it, the work was getting
easier and most done.’ That’s the way things go. College
girls seem to want to do the same thing over and over merely
to give themselves the satisfaction of seeing themselves do it
well.’’ ‘‘Like the dumb waiter who split the kindling wood in-
to matches?’’ I inquired, trying to understand. ‘‘Hxactly,”
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answered Polly.

She took the same attitude toward college activities—seemed
to stand aside smiling until her hand was needed at the helm
of some affair, then turned the course so easily, somehow always
producing the effect that it was nothing at all—any one might
have done it—and as Polly always seemed to be of one mind
with them, no one ever visited her with honors or office. What
was the need when Polly was there to consult? It used to give
me a ‘‘fierce mad’’ sometimes, to see how the heads and presi-
dents of everything seemed to take it for granted that Polly was
their specially appointed secretary and_assistant, but she would
only laugh and ask mildly, ‘‘Would you have me give up my
only means of influence? How should I be able to bring the
talents of my ‘prodigies’ to light unless I was ex-official on every
entertainment committee? Don’t feel badly, Sapiens, my dear.
It’s- fun for me and I love it. It gives me a chance to study
life.’’? Sometimes I sit here and let myself wonder what would
happen if I should once slip the leash and use all my powers for
my own selfish motives. Bah! After all, what do I care about
it? I want something I can’t get. Give me the joy of going on!’’

Do you know, I think the mysterious individual who helped
our class buy that window for the chapel must be a sort of Polly
person. I wish I knew who it was. But that window, my dear!
I can shut my eyes and see it now as we saw it for the first time
that glorious June morning and I am proud, proud, proud, that
I belong to the dear old Pioneer Class of 1910 and most of all
that I can eall Albany, 8. N. C., my Alma Mater. When I think
of such dear kids as you and Polly and such splendid sights as
that chapel and its new window, I feel equal to anything, every-
thing. Good bye, my dear. I am as ever,

‘Your Sapiens.
LAST LEAVES FROM A FRESHMAN’S DIARY 5

Last Leaves From a Freshman’s Diary.

Saturday, September 17—Oh, my dear, I’m worn to a fraz-
zle, but after all, I’m not half so unhappy as I expected to be.
I feel sort of disappointed over that, too. I did have a dreadful
attack of misery yesterday, but when I got to history, I forgot
all about it because it was so interesting—it was the history that
was interesting, and I guess I’ll never have an A theme. I felt
just great after that class, but oh, dear diary, how are we ever
going to catch up with the world? It’s had such a big start, and
somehow, since I came here, I feel about the size of a pin-point.
Oh, dear, I’ve lost my breath.

Last night was the faculty reception, and I guess everybody
in college knows where ‘‘my home is,’’ and whether I’ve been .
homesick, and if I knew my room-mate before, and everything.
But the orange sherbert just touched the spot. I had two
glasses. And I do hope I ean entertain somebody in one of those
beautiful rooms.

We spent to-day getting settled. Flopsy insisted on putting
up yellow curtains because she says yellow aids ‘‘intellectual
growth.’’ It gives me bad dreams, but of course I’m not intel-
lectual. Then she has a horrid thing pinned on the curtain that
goes something like this:

There little girl, don’t ery,

They have broken your nerves I know,

And your mood is blue, and your back aches too,
And your mind failed long ago;

But college troubles will soon pass by,

There little girl, don’t ery!

But I guess we’re even on account of my mouth organ. When
I feel that home thrill coming, I play ‘‘till the rafters ring,’’ and
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the girls are in a pleasing state of exasperation. 1 saw that
phrase in a story. The girls are trying to steal it (I mean the
mouth organ), and I don’t think the Mrs. of the house likes it
either, but I’ve found a safe place for it at last. It goes out
into the world reposing in the crown of my hat.

Sunday, September 18—I’m never going to church again, so
there. I remember those hymns yet, and they made my throat all
lumpy, and I couldn’t eat my dessert. It was chocolate pie, too.
One of the Seniors told me that she gets more homesick every
year. At that rate, Ill be like that man in Juvenal those Ju-

niors were reading about—it was a wonder where he got all his
tears; ..

Monday, September 19—Well, I know what Lowell meant
about ‘Motion, thy rest.’’ It’s mine all right. And I hate
math, with a hatred and a half, and I can’t digest so much his-
tory, and oh dear, old book, do you suppose it’s right to use
trots? I never heard of them till I came here, and when I asked
what they were, some one said, ‘‘You’re a mere infant, aren’t
you?’’ But then, I’m not any sillier than the Seniors, and that’s
some comfort.

Thursday, September 22—‘‘The thots of youth are long, long
thots,’’ dear diary. Do you know, I’m waking up to the fact
that something is the matter with me? It is so cheering to feel
that way. The truth is, I’ve discovered that I’m not half as
nice as I ought to be. But oh, I’m having a good time here, and
I’ve come to a place where I rather enjoy my troubles.

Sunday, September 25—I have only one more week in col-
lege, dear diary. Don’t ask me to talk about it, but I’ve been
ealled home, and I’m only going to stay to pack and sell my
books. The letter came yesterday, and my heart is broken. Why
have I had go little share in all this joy? And I need college,
too. But I must go, for you know ‘‘Katrine’’ says that loyalty
is all there is that makes life worth while, and ‘‘even if one’s
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none so bonny, she can be leal to them she loves!’’

Friday, September 30—Good-bye, dear college. Give to some
other girl all the fun and the friends, the work and the hopes
that you were bringing to me—only, save a little, for some day
T may come to you again.

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EsTABLISHED 1844, CHARTERED AS A CoLLEcE 1890
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departments; new and thoroughly equipped buildings.
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