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Literary Department

Sonnet--To Peace.

Ye Nations, now ring out a song of Peace—
The crowning glory of her perfect power,
The passing of the awful deeds of war!
No more the hushed lull when battles cease,
Have stormed Death’s door to conquer worlds afar,
In this fair day ye spare your choicest flower,
Your sons, to perfect, ever-living Peace.
Her all-triumphant splendour doth proclaim
The nobleness and wonder of her might
Her dreams and deeds shall ever more remain
Pure emblems of her virtue, truth and love;
All people lead from evil to the right.
Ring out the song, and men that sound approve.
Edith W. Scott, 1911.
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Aphrodite.

It was a warm August afternoon as Bob Shenton, a tall,
brosd-shouldered lad of perhaps some eighteen summers, wended
his way among the tall pines of a Maine forest. Finally,
coming to a secluded spot where the underbrush sheltered him
somewhat from sight, Bob lay down at full length and pro-
eeeded to read one of the books which he had with him. But
the book seemed to hold little interest for the reader, whose gaze
wandered to the ferns and ground-ivy about him. Suddenly,
he looked up. What a picture he beheld! There standing
before him was one of the most curious specimens of humanity
it had ever been his fortune to see. It was a young girl of

about ten years. She was not tall, but unusually slender.
Beneath the dark blue calico dress, two pitifwlly thin, bare
legs protruded. But it was the face that caught Bob’s attention.
It was peaked, yet healthily tinted and if viewed from above,

might have seemed like a vast freckle beneath the thatch of.

dark red hair. The pug-nose added nothing to the beauty of
the face, but rather gave an expression of impertinence. In
fact, the eyes alone were the one redeeming feature. They were
large, serious, blue eyes, which seemed to be capable of making
this otherwise commonplace, little face most expressive and
most interesting. There was not a trace of childish joy or
mischievousness in their depths, but rather a goaded, frightened
expression, such as the hunter often sees in the eyes of the
fawn he is about to shoot. :

There was little wonder that Bob was bewildered. After
looking earnestly at this queer little object for several minutes,
Bob gave vent to his surprise by the rather startling question:
‘“Well, who in the deuce are you?’’ But there was no answer

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forthcoming and the intruder continued to gaze in wonder at
the young man before her. Again, Bob ventured, ‘‘ Where did
you come from?’’ ‘‘Up yer,’’ murmured the stranger in almost
ineoherent words as she jerked her thumb up and pointed in

a most indefinite manner to some place back of her. ‘‘Hum,”’
grunted Bob. “Well say, what’s your name anyhow? or
perhaps you haven’t any.’’ Now the blue eyes flashed angrily
and the little head was thrown back haughtily as the stranger
replied, ‘‘You jist shet up or I'll make you git out o’ here.
My name’s Aphrodite Lewis, if yer must know.’’ The dickens
you are!’’ exclaimed Bob, who was now thoroughly interested
in his caller. ‘‘Happen to be any relation to the old lady that
Homer and Virgil talked about?’’ Dead silence, while an
expression of utter bewilderment passed over poor, little Aphro-
dite’s face. ‘‘Well, why don’t you answer me? Haven’t you
any aunt or cousin whose name was Aphrodite?’’ ‘‘No, I hain’t
got nobody ’cept Uncle Eb’ ’n Aunt Becky, and I don’t want
anybody else. I jist hate Uncle Eb ’n’ Aunt Becky, ’n’,”’
with a sigh, ‘‘I jist hate everybody ’n’ I am going to run off
someday, too, so I am.’’ The last words were scarcely audible
as the wee girl struggled to control her emotion. ‘‘Aw say,
now, I wouldn’t run away if I were you,’’ replied Bob. ‘‘ Really,
it isn’t any fun. I’ve tried it. You just come over here and
sit down with me and we’ll be friends before you know it.
Here’s a book of Greek and Roman mythology with some jolly
good stories in it. If you don’t want to read, you can look at
the pictures while I finish my Latin.

But Aphrodite only continued to stand and stare at the
speaker. She was not accustomed to being invited by young
men to come and sit with them. ‘‘Well, aren’t you going to
eome?’’ asked Bob.

‘*No,’’ she replied. ‘‘Not ’till yer tells me who yer be, ’n’
whar yer camed from.’’

“Ho! So that’s it?’’ laughed Bob. “Well, I am Bob
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Shenton, son of the Honorable Robert Shenton, LL. D., Ph. D.
of Dickinson Seminary. You see I flunked Latin last year, so
I’m just dying of loneliness up here while I am plugging up
for the exam. in September. There, now, is that enough for
your ladyship to know? Are you going to come over now?”’

Cautiously, Aphrodite came and seated herself on the carpet
of pine needels at his side. At first, the illustrations of the
book seemed to claim little of her attention. Finally, she began
to turn the leaves more rapidly.

After, perhaps, half an hour, Bob threw down his book ex-
claiming, ‘‘Come on, kid. Let’s talk. How do you like my
book? Ever met any of those pictures you see in there?”’

“‘No,’’? answered Affie. ‘‘Who are they? Where "bouts do
they live? D’ yer know them?”’

“Great Seott! girl, Won’t you wait a minute? Haven’t you
ever heard of the myths of Greece and Rome?”’

“No I haint. Guess they don’t live ’round these parts fer I
know the likes of all thim.’’

This reply was so earnestly given that Bob did not have the

eart to laugh. This was certainly a very different type of girl
from any he had ever met. Could it be possible that the child
cyas in earnest?

“Till me ’bout ’em, will yer?’’ begged Aphrodite, and Bob
could not withstand the request.

“Sure I’ll tell you. Just wait a minute. Ah! here it is.
Here’s the picture of the old lady I was just telling you about.

She is Aphrodite, a great-aunt of yours, I suppose. She was
a regular stunner in her day, they say. Lived on an island
called Cyprus and had an old man, Vulcan, for her husband.
See, she doesn’t look unlike you, only her hair isn’t done up
quite as hers is.’’

“Do yer mean it? Was there a real Aphrodite onct jist like
me? ’N’ was her hair rid too?’’ interrupted his listener.

‘““Why certainly there was. But I am not quite sure whether
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her hair was red or not, but I rather think it was,’’ assured

Bob and.continued to explain the various other goddesses.

And so, they sat until the dark shadows of the evening began
to gather. Through it all, Aphrodite had sat bent forward with
those earenst, inquiring eyes riveted upon the speaker.

Finally, they rose to go. ‘‘Well, Miss Aphrodite, may I
come back again to this pleasant place, or haven’t I won your
respect sufficiently to return?’’ asked Bob.

“©, say, will yer come back agin ’n’ till me some more ’bout
thim people? I jist love ‘em ’n’ I like you right well, too,”
exclaimed the happy Aphrodite eagerly, and her face again
bore that earnest, yet somewhat sad expression. “ Alright,
Miss Aphrodite, I’ll be here to-morrow afternoon, and mind
you don’t forget,’’ answered. Bob, as he strode off. He had only
gone a few rods when he heard the child’s shrill voice call after
him, ‘‘Say, mister, yer kin call me Affie if yer wants to, fur I
like yer awful well.”’

True to her promise, Affie was at the great pine the next
day, long before Bob arrived. Then followed another afternoon
of delight for Affie as Bob related many more Greek and Roman
myths. To Affie it was like a visit to a strange land. Indeed
she was so delighted with it all that Bob was forced to promise
her that he would meet her every afternoon to talk over these
strange tales.

Upon Affie, these afternoons of story-telling were making a
lifelong impression. It seemed as though now the once dull and
monotonous round of mountain life had given place to one long
spell of enchantment. She no longer complained of loneliness,
for her world, which had once been limited to Uncle Eb and
Aunt Beck, was now inhabited by myriads of mythical people.
As Affie’s yearning for the friendship of others had never been
satisfied, it was little wonder that now she so heartily weleomed
this throng of friends. The rocks, the birds, the flowers, and
even the smallest insects seemed now to have their own secrets
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which they were imparting to her. Each living object now had
some fascinating bit of myth woven about it. Sometimes, if
the myth was not according to Affie’s fancy, she would aiter
it until she was satisfied, or indeed would often weave entirely
new ones. Little did this ignorant, backwocds child dream that
she, in her simple way, was repeating the experience of the
early ages.

So the weeks sped by and Affie continued to dream in her
little, enchanted world. Her usually bright ,alert manner, the
old time, hungry expression of the eyes was gradually changing
to a quiet, faroff look. To a close observer, all this owuld have
been clearly noticed, but to Aunt Becky’s dull, matter of fact
mind, Affie’s action did not seem unusual. It was only after
Aphrodite had one day informed her that ‘Vulean’ (meaning
Uncle Eb) was ready for his dinner, that Aunt Becky began
to watch her young niece. She noticed Affie’s preoceupied
look and her habit of muttering to herself. She also noted that
Affie spent more than her usual amount of time in the woods.

Determined to learn what was the cause of her niece’s long
absences from the house, Aunt Becky followed the child one
day. They had only gone a short distance when Affie began to
converse, as it were, with some unseen companion. Occasionally,
she stopped and, bending over a wildflower, whispered to it.
Finally they came to a little brook and here Affie seated herself
on the bank. Aunt Becky, meanwhile, remained in the back-
ground with her eyes riveted on Affie. What could the child
be going to do? But she had not long to wait, for soon Affie
began to talk in an undertone. ‘‘Now, Aenaes,’’ said Affie, as
she addressed one of two pine twigs she held in her hand, ‘‘Dis
here Sibyl’s goin’ to take yer over this here Cocytus river ter
see yer pap, what’s dead. Yer don’t need ter git scared, for
all the rist goin’ over with yer is dead ones.’’ So saying, she
placed the two twigs together with a number of other ones on a
large leaf and gently pushed them across the little brook.
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Having safely arrived at the opposite side, Affie took owt the
two twigs and began to talk to them. ‘‘This,’’ she said, “‘is
der place where all der little kids go when they die. And this,”’
as she placed them at the foot of a huge pine, ‘‘is where de
soldiers are, ’n’ over here,’’ removing them to another tree,
“ag whar the bad peoples go. Hit must be orful there. Jist
think, they say yer don’t git anything to eat thar. Hit makes
me feel like I do whin I ——————_..”’ Aunt Becky waited
for no more, but hastened home more bewildered than ever as to
what her niece could mean by such actions.

That evening Aunt Becky and Uncie Eb had a long consulta-
tion as to just what could be the matter with Affie. Aunt Becky
had clearly described her experience of that morning and, at
the end of her rather lengthy recital, had exclaimed, ‘‘Now,
Eb, what does yer suppose it kin all mean?’’

“Beats all I iver hearn till of,’? answered poor, old Uncle
Eb as he thoughtfully seratehed his head and wrinkled his
brow. ‘‘Since I comed ter think of it, Affie has been actin’
kinder funny of late. I reclect now the tother day she camed
runnin’ in with ’er hir all flyin’, ’n’ I axed ’er what de matter
was, ’n’ says she, ‘O, Uncle Eb, Boreas jist blowed it all around.’
’N’ says I, ‘Whose Boreas? Never hearn of him afor.’ ’N’
says she, sorta stammerin’ like, ‘O, Uncle, Boreas is jist the
wist wind, thet’s all.’ ’N’ the other day agin whin she was
down thar with me whar I was cuttin’ out the saplin’s, she
picked up my saw ’n’ arter she’d looked at it quite a spell says
she, kinder low like, ‘Ter think Perdix made dis outer a fishe’s
back bone.’ ”’

“Yis,’’ interrupted Aunt Becky, ‘‘Now hain’t it orful? I
am sure I done everythin’ I kin for ’er. I know I’ve been kinder
cross sometimes, but then she does git so confounded skittish
I jist have to.’’

‘‘Maybe she’s bilious,’’ replied Uncle Eb, at last, in a des-
perate tone, as he felt called upon to make some suggestion.
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““Maybe she is,’’ answered his wife. ‘‘I’ll give ’er a good
dose of boneset tea to-morrow ’n’ maybe that will hilp.’’
Consequently, the next day, Affie was compelled to take her

dose of very bitter tea, although she earnestly protested that
she was alright. Then, Aunt Becky, who was somewhat afraid
she had been too strict with her niece, was over-lenient to-day.
Affie was allowed to amuse herself all morning about the house
without even a hint that her assistance was needed in the house-
work. Nor was any remonstrance made when Affie brought
in two large fregs and, after depositing them on the kitchen
oor, proceeded to talk to them in the most earnest fashicn.
“Now, froggies, I am orful sorry fer yer. Hit must be orful
bard to be frogs instid of min, but yer know if yer only let
Latona git a drink of water at the pool that day yer might be
min now. I jist know yer must be the same frogs. I’ll till
yer what I kin do. I'll bring yer part of me supper every
night ’n’ thin I’ll ask Bob ’n’ maybe he kin find Latona, ’n’
she kin change yer back agin.’’ ?So she continued to talk for
most of the afternoon. Finally, getting tired of her companicns,
she started out to keep her appointment with Bob at the great
pine.

But Aunt Becky objected, ‘‘No, Affie, yer kin’t go way this
arter-noon. Jist stay hum with Aunt Becky ’n’ maybe yer kin
go ter-morrow.’’

“But, Aunt Becky, I must go.  Rilly it’s orful ’portant.
Kin’t I go? Say yis. Won’t yer?’’

““Now, Affie, I said ‘no’ wonct ’n’ thet orter be ’‘nough. Yer
kin take yer patchwork ’n’ sit there in ther doorway ’n’ work.

At first, Affie was tempted not to obey, but finally taking
her little bundle of calico patches, she seated herself in the
doorway and was soon plying her needle.

From her seat at the window, Aunt Becky could not only
plainly see Affie but also hear anything she might say. For a
time silence reigned. Then Affe began to talk as though speak-

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ing to someone near at hand. ‘‘O! I rilly wanted: ter come so
bad n’ Aunt Becky won’t let me. I knowd me Virgil. Hit’s
hard but I kin larn it. Yer hain’t agoin’ ter beat me, if I

am only a girl. O! if Bob could only hear me say it. I’ve sid
’em all night so as not ter fergit’ em, ‘n’ I kin say ’em so
fast, too.

‘Arma virumque cano, Troie qui primus ab oris Italiam, facto
profugus, Laviniaque venit Litora multum ille et terris iactatus
et alto Vi superum saevae memorem Junonis ob viara multa
quoque et bella passus dum—’

Oh! dear, I did know ’em, ’n’ now I fergit it. What will Bob
say?’’ And with that the little head was bowed while sobs shook
her whole body.

During all of this recital, Aunt Becky sat with wide-open
staring eyes. What could she do? Something was the matter
with Affie but what she could not tell. She would put her to
bed and when Eb came home send him to the village for the
new doctor.

Consequently, when Eb came home that evening, he found no
supper waiting his healthy appetite, but instead found his wife
sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor rocking herself back
and forth and crying. ‘‘Why, what’s wrong now Becky? Tell
me quick. Has yer got ther jaw-ache?’’

“No. I haint.’? sobbed Aunt Becky. ‘‘It’s Affie. She’s
gone plum crazy, Eb, crazier ’n a loon. Been talkin’ sich
funny stuff all arter-noon, ’n’ I don’t know what ter do with
’er. I always been afraid of ’er head. Yer know her father
said she was an awful linguist, whativer thet is. I guess it’s
just another way of sayin’ luny. But, Eb, we must do some-
thin’. Kin’t yer drive over to Linden ’n’ get ther new doctor?
Maybe he kin do somethin’. It’s jist killin’ me ter hear her say
that stuff over ’n’ over.’’

“*Yis, yis, Becky. Now yer jist let up on the eryin’ business
*n’ I'll git the doctor here in no time at all. Don’t take any
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stock in them city dandies but still he’s better’n nothing.”’

Without another word, Uncle Eb strode out of the house.
It seemed days instead of hours to Aunt Becky before he re.
turned with the doctor. The stranger, after hearing Aunt Becky
give a detailed account of Affie’s actions, asked to see his patient.
As he entered the little bedroom, Affie lay with her eyes closed
and brow puckered as she repeated again and again:

“‘Arma virumque eano, Troiae qui primus ab oris

Italiam, fato profugus, Larinaque venit

Litora multum ille et terris iactatus et alto

Vi superum saevae memorem Jurronis ob viam

Multa quoque et bello passus dum—’

Oh! I knowd it all last night but now I kin’t think.’’ Uncle
Eb and Aunt Beck stood anxiously in the doorway as the doctor
bent over his little patient. Again Affie repeated the lines, and
again she stopped. Then the doctor did a thing most peculiar
in the sight of Uncle Eb and Aunt Becky, for he took up the
line where Affie stopped:

“*__dum eonderet urbem

Inferretque deos Latio, genus unde Latium

Albanique patres, atque altae monia Romm.’’

With the first words, Affie had opened her eyes and lay star-
ing up at the doctor. When he had finished, she quickly sat
up in bed, and grasping him by the hand exclaimed, ‘‘Say, will
yer say it agin? I fergit it.’’

So the doctor repeated the lines once more while Aunt Becky
from the doorway sobbed, ‘‘Oh! Eb, he’s crazy, too!’’

Florence Corson, 1913.
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Tincture of Azure.

“TJ just couldn’t marry a minister,’’ said Louise. She looked
very pretty as she sat on the top step of the porch, the morning
sun touching her grave eyes. John Wentworth smiled at the
picture.

“Would you like me to turn into a lawyer?’”’ he inquired
soberly.

‘‘Lawyers are liars,’’ she asserted.

“*A doctor then?’’

“Doctors are cruel!’’

“Well, then, I’ll be a cobbler.”’ His words came with a
mirthful rush, entirely ignored by Louise as she continued:

“‘And then you have brown eyes. I never have gotten along
well with brown-eyed people.”’

John threw back his head and laughed frankly, ‘‘ Well, dear,’’
he said, ‘‘suppose I drop tincture of azure into them.”’

The girl rose, a hot flush on her cheek. ‘‘You don’t seem to
understand,’’ she said slowly, ‘‘that I am in earnest. Please
be serious, John.’’

“Tn the words of the immortal Benedick, ‘I was born for all
mirth—’’ He stopped because of the quiver in the girl’s lips.

‘‘Louise,’’ he challenged, ‘‘you are not serious?’’

“T am. Lately I have been analyzing myself and—’’ She
shrank at the change in the brown eyes so intently bent upon
her face.

“Tt would have been well to ‘analyze’ youreslf before your
engagement. Good morning.’’

Louise stared at the broad shoulders, started to speak, and

then pressed her lips firmly together; she rose, and walked into
the sitting room.
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“‘Mother,’’ she said, ‘‘how does one feel when in love?’’

Her mother looked up from her sewing, and inquired teasingly,
‘Rather an unnecessary question for you, isn’t it?’’

**No!’’ snapped Louise.

Mrs. Wilbur leaned over and looked into the girl’s face. ‘‘See

here,’’ she demanded, ‘‘what’s wrong between you and John?”’

“T told him we’d better break our engagement,’’ replied
Louise with dignity.

“Tiouise Wilbur!’’ Her mother dropped her sewing in aston-
ishment. ‘‘May I ask why?’’

“Well, he’s a minister, and has brown eyes, and—’’ A peal
cf laughter interrupted the list of grievances.

“Oh, Louise, aren’t you ever going to grow up?’’

“‘Perhaps,’’ said Louise gravely, ‘‘you’ll think so when I do
break my engagement.’’

“Perhaps so,’’ agreed the mother, ‘‘when you do.’’

” remarked Louise, as she

“It is too roasting hot to move,’
joined her mother on the porch.

‘“True, Let’s not.’’

“Alright,’’ said Louise amiably, and in the next breath ex-
elaimed, ‘‘Mother, I’m going right downtown. They are having
a sale of those new shoes, and I must have some.’’

‘Really,’’ drawled Mrs. Wilbur after the retreating figure,

“it’s too roasting hot to move.’’

It was hot. Louise uncomfortably shifted her bundle, and
slowed her pace.

‘“Where goest thou?”’ hailed a cheerful voice, ‘‘and who
hired you to carry a bundel this day?’’

“‘Good-moring, Mr. Wentworth,’’ replied Louise icily, and
walked on, head up, but hotter than ever.

“‘Oh, I’m so tired,’’ she told herself as she at last reached
the welcome shade of the porch. ‘‘I am silly to keep going so,
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but I’ve got to get John Wentworth out of my mind. I got
my shoes,’’ she added aloud as Mrs. Wilbur glanced up.

“‘You seem to have only one shoe,’’ remarked the latter cas-
ually.

Dismay spread slowly over Louise’s face. ‘‘I told him not
to mind a string,’’ she murmured, ‘‘and— mother Wilbur, I’ve
lost a shoe.’’

“‘Byvidently,’’ was the sympathetic response, as Louise made
a dash for the street.

The search was useless and Louise settled down: for an attack
of the blues. She remembered hotly that she had met John
Wentworth just after she had changed her package from one
hand to the other. Suppose he should find it. She was sorry
she had treated him so, but he would never try to make up after
this morning’s coldness—and she wouldn’t. And yet—and yet?
She gazed out into the red of the sunset—the dream had been
so beautiful. Slowly the glory of the sun found its way to her
heart. The dimples came to her cheeks, her heart bounded with
joy—after all it would be delightful to have John find the shoe.

“‘You’re in the paper,’’ said her mother the next morning,
“Took !”’

“MODERN CINDERELLA
MR. HENRY BARLOW
TO THE RESCUE.”’

The headlines stared her in the face mockingly. Her dream
had played her false again. But an hour later she stood in the
office of ‘‘Mr. Henry Barlow, Lawyer.”’

She stared at the shoulders of the man at the desk. His broad
back seemed strangely familiar. Her eyes traveled to the head.
Ah yes, how well she knew the bend of the neck, the crooked part
of the hair. Her breath came in a gasp—‘‘Am I in the office
of Mr. Henry Barlow?’’ She would wait for the voice to
confirm her belief that the man was John.

- The young man swung around, and rose quickly.
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“Yes,’’? he said politely . Louise dropped her eyes, and
clenched her fingers in an effort for self-control. The voice was
John’s!

‘Are you illustrating the ease of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
in detail?’’ she asked, and was gone. The man looked puzzled
and then laughed.

“‘Hred,’’ he said to the boy, ‘‘see where that girl goes.’’

Tragedy had grown in Louise’s eyes, and the lines
around thelips were tight, as she gazed into the sunset
that evening. ‘‘Oh, I believed in him,’’ she said again and
again, ‘‘but a man who could play a small trick—.’’ The
choking hotness conquered the logie of her thought, and she
dropped her head into her hands.

She rose, startled, as a man’s voice inquired, ‘‘Is this Miss
Wilbur?”’ She gazed into his eyes vacantly. He seemed to be
apologizing for something, and holding out a bundle. She made
no move to take it, but she held his eyes with hers.

“Ts there really any such thing as tincture of azure?’’ she
murmured vaguely.

The man stood with open mouth and watched the tragedy fade
from the girl’s eyes, and tight lines develop into wrinkles. Then
for the second time that day, Henry Barlow watched a girl
depart from his presence hastily. But this time he saw her
fly into the arms of a man advancing toward the porch. ‘‘Oh,
John,’’ he heard confusedly, ‘‘I didn’t look at his eyes this
morning—you know my shoes—why, his name’s Barlow, and
I thought you were—or, come on—brown eyes are fine and—.’’
She stopped and smiled at them both.

“Mr. Barlow, Mr. Wentworth,’’ she continued, ‘‘and Mr.
Barlow, I’d like you to know my mother.’’

Mrs. Wilbur had come to the porch and was gazing at the
scene before her delightedly.

“You never will grow up, Louise,’’ she declared. ‘‘Has it
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never struck you how strangely John and Mr. Barlow resemble

each other?’’
Junia L. Morse, 1911.

The following extract on the subject of the Lancaster schools
is taken from the ‘‘Washingtonian,’’ published at Windsor,
Vermont, Monday, January 20th, 1812, by Josiah Dunham.

Cora E. Talbot, 8S. N. C., ’04.

“Lancaster System of Education.”

“‘A simple individual without rank, authority, or any inter-
ested view was seen to undertake the dangerous and diffeult
task of instructing mankind, and conducting them by virtue to
truth; he was seen to dedicate every moment of his life to this
glorious university, to discharge it with all the seal and modera-
tion which an enlightened love of the public good inspires, and
to support as much as was in his power the declining authority
of the laws and of manners.’’—Abbe Barthelemis’ Anarcharsis.

The Lancastrian mode of educating children is both new and
interesting to strangers who visit these seminaries where the
youthful mind is taught through a diverting and pleasing medium
to acquire a fund of useful knowledge so important to its future
welfare and advancement in life. Those who have seen the
noble and patriotic examples of individuals in the establishment
of such a school, the orderly and promising behaviour of the
young pupils, must feel an ardent wish that so praise-worthy
and benevolent examples may be known to the whole nation, and
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those persons who have expressed a wish, and have not already
had an opportunity of observing the benefits of such an institu-
tion, are now invited to view its complete operation in George-
town.

To recapitulate, the success, the approbation, the patronage,
Mr. Lancaster’s plan meets with in Europe is not the writer’s
intention. The chief aim of this communication is to inculcate
upon every denomination of Christians that it is their bounden
duty to unite as one man, in order that the blessing of education
should be communicated to every human being. A sense of
duty to one’s fellow creatures ought to excite in us a wish that
every child in existence should be able to read. It is not for
the honor of a nation that an ignorant man should be found in
it; if there is a single person who hopes to oppose such a design,
who opposes the circulation of useful knowledge, he must flee to
the annals of ignorance and cannibalism for a precedent, and
suffer them to be his example.

It is earnestly desired that a plan fraught with such import-
ance should be generally known and universally adopted; it is
a subject perhaps not surpassed by any which ever occupied
the intellectual powers of the wost illustrious men of past ages.

Much has been done, it must be allowed, for the cause of phil-
anthropy in America, but still more remains undone; many
populous cities have received this useful system, particularly
New York and Philadelphia, in which cities those who have
witnessed its excellent tendency to promote order and propriety
of conduct have had great occasion to rejoice at its adoption.

It is but just to observe that the leayen is too small to leaven
the whole. Towns haye been taught, but the nation yet remains
ignorant of its national importance.

Until the present day universal education appeared an Utopian
idea, the expense of so many schools, schoolmasters and books
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would have rendered the attempt too burdensome for any asso-
ciated body of benevolent persons; and therfore only a small
portion of the poor in different parochial and district schools
have obtained the benefit of education. Happily that diffculty
is now removed; hail the joyful hour! happy tidings!

One school, one master, and one book only is now necessary
for the education of 600 children.

(S. of Seventy-six.)

What Specialization has done for Physics Teaching.

This article, by John F. Woodhull of Columbia University,
presents some ideas that are especially valuable to Normal
Colege students; and for that reason selected quotations have
been made from it.

“The evil of early specialization is particularly apparent
when we consider the cause of education—especially within the
college walls. Not only has the regime signally failed to qualify
young men for teaching, but there has grown up along with it
a distaste and even a disrespect for teaching. There are about
150,000 undergraduate students who annually contract with the
colleges of the land for instruction, but no one seems to want to
teach them. The colleges announce a full staff of instructors—
the title still remains—but it is difficult to find a college in-
structor, educated within the last few years, who makes it his
chief interest to teach or who likes to ackowledge that it is his
chief business. When asked what he is doing, he tries to think
of some little piece of research, however insignificant, and he
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shows impatience and evident embarrassment if obliged to say
that he is engaged chiefly in teaching. * * * * ‘‘In some

schools the physics teaching appears to be good because they are
= % m)

not trying to fit for college.* :
“Principal W. D. Senri in his article, ‘‘College Domination
of High Schools,’’ says: ‘The high school is failing in its mission
because its methods and scope of instruction are determined by
college entrance examinations made by specialists whose point
of view is not the welfare of the student but the (supposed)

requirements for advanced study of certain subjects.’ ’’

“Tt is time to inquire whether early specialization among
undergraduates in American colleges is unfitting them both for
research and teaching.’’

Is it true that premature specialization injures the student by
depriving him of adequate literary culture? That is a state-
ment made by an English educator. The matter is worthy of our
thought.

On entering upon our work for the ensuing year, as Editors
of the Literary Department, we are, like our predecessors, actu-
ated by high ideals and lofty aspirations to make the paper
the best the college has ever known. Besides these draems, we
have some definite plans for the attainment of them. More than
all else, we desire to have our portion of the paper typical of
‘the college life and work.

The literary material will be taken from the English classes.
Original poems, stories and essays will be especially appreciated.
We are hoping for contributions from the members of the faculty
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and from the alumni; and know that our expectations will not
be entirely disappointed.

As we are all primarily intending to be teachers, it is well for
us to be familiar with some of the present-day educational prob-
lems. For that reason, we are planning to include in the Lit-
erary Department, at least, one educational article each month.
As far as possible, these shall be taken from the work of the
college students in education and psychology, and when this
material is not forthcoming, we shall make use of current edu-
cational magazines. In all of our plans and efforts, we desire
the help of the students by the submission of both material and
suggestions; and we desire especially the guidance and assist-
ance of the faculty in order that our College paper will be in
every respect the organ of the State Normal College.
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Eniturials

This issue of THe Ecno represents the first efforts of the
new staff. It is not so different from former numbers, perhaps,
yet we desire to call attention to one or two features of this
edition, and to briefly outline the general policy that we shall
pursue next year. You have, no doubt, read with pleasure Mrs.
Mooney’s article on ‘‘The Rivals.’’ We hope to follow this
with articles of general interest by other members of the faculty
—one every month if possible. In the past, a very general
complaint against Tur Ecuo has been that it never mentions any
college happenings until they are not only past, but forgotten
as well. To meet this complaint, each month we shall insert a
list of ‘‘ecoming attractions,’(?) and the venerable excuse, ‘‘ Why,
I didn’t know anything about the lecture, the reception or the
game,’’ will be heard no more. To be sure, for Tux Ecuo to
anticipate the noise is getting the carryall before the steed, but
“anything to satisfy complaints’’ is to be our watchword.

And that reminds us of our Box Department. A box is to
be placed in the hall in which any complaints or suggestions
regarding the paper may be placed. Remember that ‘‘every
knock is a boost;’’ that finding faults leads to finding remedies
for them. Psychologists tell us that it is a great thing to develop
a critical attitude; here is your opportunity and meanwhile, you
will be helping your college paper. Another purpose of the
box is to receive literary contributions from those students
whose modesty prevents them from submitting their productions
direct to the Literary Department.

So much for changes and innovations; now, a word about
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following established precedents. We shall strive to maintain
the high standard of excellence set by the out-going board by
keeping it ever uppermost in our thoughts that Tum Ecno is
intended to voice the best thoughts of an organization of college
students of character and purpose. You can help us in this by
putting your best thoughts on paper and handing them to some
member of the staff.

It is said that Napoleon owed his failure to two generals—
January and February. It was their forces that played havoe
with an army that had never before known defeat. In college
life, there are two professors who down many a formerly invin-
eible student; watch out for them. They are professors May
and June.

We are strongly opposed to combined issues, but circumstances
forced us to unite the May and June numbers. Half the mem-
bers of the Echo Board were actively engaged-in the presentation
of ‘‘The Rivals,’’ and, therefore, could give no attention to the
publication of the paper until the middle of May. It was, of
course, an utter impossibility to issue two numbers between that
time and June 10th, when many of the students will have their
trunks packed and their tickets purchased.
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Exchanges

Reflections on Life.

Look a trouble squarely in the face and it will go away.

There are as many sham ills as sham goods, which become real
ones by being entertained.

To do a great thing, don’t try a dozen times feebly, but one
time strongly.

Give every man a chance and he will either be something or
put himself out of the way for others to be.
He who kills time, kills himself just as fast, and he will be
“dead before his victim.
<5 Ag ier ‘arél born equal, the great are they who have passed
most through the places of the low.
Saget —School Bulletin.

Poor little | Sidis, ‘the! 11+yéar-eld (prodigy: of Harvard, who
reads papérs to''the professors’ ‘on'such topics ‘as ‘the fourth
dimension;‘is'declaredby his father td! be mo ‘prodigy, but only
‘the result of sensible edudation,) Deli er our sina eae from
‘gach! edtieation oF gues eae qi

‘School! Bulletin: it

f

‘nods bas baslsq eslosit

Psyche.

She comes

When the sun is high;
She dies

Ere the sun is low.
She lives

When the flowers die;
She flees

Though you may not know.
a th mn en (en rt een ee een Ae is tae aN

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She sings
Till you heed her call;
She frowns
Tho you but obey.
She cries
’Till you give her all;
She laughs
As she runs away.
John H. Hearly, ’11,
In the ‘‘Holy Cross Purple.’’

Song of Youth

From afar in the open o’er softening lees,

Like a message from June on the Spring-scented breeze,
Came the song of a robin ’till, thrilling the wild,
Drowsy Nature awakened and, hearing, she smiled.

Hidden deep in the midst of a great city’s grind,
Where the strugle for life ever wearies the mind,
A poet sang forth like the sweet-throated bird,
And in hearts of the toilers fond memories stirred.

And the song of the bard in its far-reaching truth
Like the robin’s sweet strain brought a vision of youth.
Donald R. O’Brien, ’12,
In the ‘‘Holy Cross Purple.”’

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We regret that space does not allow us to insert the poems
of Denis A. O’Brien, 712, Holy Cross. His monthly econtribu-
tions to the Purple, entitled, ‘‘ Pipes 0’ Pompey,’’ are very clever
adaptations of the negro dialect. The paper also contains an
interesting article, entitled ‘‘The Dreamer;’’ several excellent
short stories and an article on the College Magazine which could be
profitably used by every student who desires to see his college
paper rank with the best. One paragraph especially is worthy
of bing quoted, since it encourages us to enlarge a department
of our paper which is, alas! often slighted and forgotten by the
students. The quotation runs:

“T have left for the last, in-a-rather palpable attempt at
climax, that branch in which the college magazine should logic-
ally and usually does excel, namely poetry. Youth, as we are
told, is the hey-day of poetry—the commonplace of verse. Addi-
son. wrote poetry in his youth and prose in his older years; the
immature Keats, in the opinion of erities, wrote poetry as worthy
of the name as any older, maturer versifier. There seems to me,
at least, to be a certain similitude between youth and verse;
both are emotional rather than rational, both ave exaggerating
rather than accurate, both are exhuberant, joyous, blithesome.
And so we do not wonder at finding that the majority of college
papers set as high a poetical standard as even the better class
of New York magazines. In the machine-made didactic poem,
in the interminable epic, we are mayhaps inferior, but in lyric
verse, ‘‘short swallow-flights of song,’’ the college ‘‘lit’’ comes
into its own, and: though there may not be a Shelley or a
Tennyson among us, yet’ by the lofty emotionalism of youth
we may well hope to supply whatever our inspirations may
lack in sublimity.’’

The literary department of the Hendrix College Mirror is
to be commended for its fulness and excellence. Two economic
aarticles, ‘‘Our Destiny’’ and the ‘‘White Slave,’’? show deep
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thought and careful observation of social conditions. The
April number also contains a short but clean sketch of Shake-
speare’s ‘‘ Antony and Cleopatra.’’

Before Exams.

Lord, God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget, lest we forget.

After Exams.

Lord, God of Hosts, was with us not,
For we forgot, for we forgot.

I shot an arrow into the air;

It fell to earth, I knew not where

Until a man on whom it fell

Came around and gave me—the information. —Ex.

The April issue of the Crucible contains an excellent review
of Ibsen’s ‘‘A Doll’s House;’’ a well written and well planned
story, entitled ‘‘The Decision of Alessandre,’’ and two inter-
esting articles in the Pedagogical Department, entitled ‘‘The
Value of Latin,’’ and ‘‘An Application of Frochel’s Theory
to the Study of Foren Languages in the Kindergarten.’’ The
euts are very interesting and applicable. It is noticeable and
noteworthy that reformed spelling is employed throughout the
paper. The editorials are especially good.
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News Department

In the News Department, we contemplate a few changes. A
favorable innovation will be our page recording events which
will take place af ter the publication of Tur Ecuo. By reading
the news found there, the college student will be enabled to
know pust what events, in every phase of college life, are planned
and when they will take place. Then, if the student will read
Tue. Ecuo, as he should, there will be no longer an o¢ecasion
for the condition which the appended conversation illustrates:

Student A.: ‘‘I say, Helen, are you going to the musicale
to-morrow evening?”’

Student B.: ‘‘Why, what musicale? I haven’t heard a blessed
thing about a musicle!’’

So when you can help us by giving us an item whieh will
announce a future event, we, as well as the students, will be
greatly indebted to you.

Now we also want news—good, spicy news that tells us of
happenings and personals—news, amusing as well as instructive,
which will make interesting reading. When you hear of an
event, think of your Ecuo, and hand notes of the event to the
news department or to the reporters of the sororities and classes.
You will be surprised how much better the news will be; you
will note the news becoming more and more suited to the general
taste of the students; and unconsciously, you will find yourself
taking a personal interest and pride in Tus Ecno.

Students, we need your aid and individual interest. May we
have it?
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“The Rivals.”

The pnesentation of Sheridan’s famous comedy, ‘‘The
Rivals,’’ at the auditorium of the State Normal College on the
evening of May 13th, was an event of more than passing interest
to the student body, as well as to many Albanians who helped
to form a large and appreciative audience on that occasion.
The players were all students and the acting of the different
roles showed conclusively that the dramatic talent of these ama-
teurs is far above the ordinary. It is not our purpose to mention
the parts or names of those who sustained them admirably ;
rather to discuss briefly the work of College dramatic clubs and
the influence of such work on those who engage in it, its influ-
ence on the student body, and its possible influence on the com-
munity.

No one who has observed young men and women in high
schools and colleges will deny that no form of amusement appeals
more strongly to them than amateur theatricals. This strong,
natural desire to play a part, to mimic, to personate, to act,
seems to be cultivated to the best advantage for all concerned
when under the guidance and direction of competent leaders,
and this can best be accomplished by the organization of a dra-
matic club. We all know how the college debating societies of
past times have been the training schools for orators and states-
men, who, in them, learned the rudiments of public speaking,
and gained that self-control and ease of manner not to be secured
without such practice,

The well organized dramatic club exists in many of the best
eolleges, and the work done by such a club may be as truly edu-
cational as that of the debating societies. The best dramas are
studies quite as fine for cultural value as are the best orations,
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and they have much greater power over the imagination; they
appeal to the higher emotions as well as to the intellectual
powers. In view of these facts, and of the talent displayed by
the students who acted ‘‘The Rivals,’’ I would suggest that a
dramatic club be organized in the Normal College next year,
on such lines as will give scope for the development of latent
talent and stimulate the ambition of many who have ability,
but who never have the opportunity to show it.

How much better it would be for such a club to study and
present one good play every year for the benefit of Tum Houo,
in which all the students should take a vital interest, than it is
to have several trivial plays given by the societies for mere
amusement.

Margaret S. Mooney.

Mark Twain and other Marks.

The lecture given by Dr. E. W. Adams of Schenectady on
Thursday, April 21st, 1910, was greatly appreciated by those
who heard it. Not only did he give an excellent summary of the
American humorist’s work, with clever impersonations and anec-
dotes, but he rendered besides a personal, vivid, and appreciative
estimate of Mark Twain’s life and place in literature, which
all the listeners valued highly. The lecture was especially in
season because of the fact that Mark Twain died during the
night. Dr. Adams has made a group of people understand
the achievements of that wonderful man, in a way which has
resulted in them all keenly and personally feeling his loss, and
for this opportunity and privilege we wish to thank him.
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The Faculty.

Dr. and Mrs. William J. Milne announce the engagement of
their daughter, Miss Ruth Milne, to Frank Hawley Ward of

Rochester.

Dr. Huested read a paper entitled ‘‘Gettysburg in Perspec-
tive’’ in April at the Appomattox Banquet of George S. Dawson
Post No. 63, G. A. R.

On May 6th, Professor Kirtland gave a reading on Browning
to the faculty and student body. The greater part of the hour
was given to the study of ‘‘Saul.’”

Prof. R. A. Kirtland is to return to former fields of work in
order to find pastures different from the present for his summer
pleasures. We hope that he will find Michigan wel! and happy
and that his delight at being home will not make him forget that
he has made Literature a real home for many of us. His sum-
mer recreations will include fishing and boating in the wilds
of Upper Michigan. Dare we whisper that he will build his
own boat; make his own flies? Add to this that the first will
be seaworthy and the latter will really catch fish, A happy
vacation is the wish of the students for the teacher and sports-
man.

Prof. B. S. Bronson will attend the summer school for teachers
at Columbia University.

Prof. A. Rejall will remain in New York.

Dr. and Mrs. William B. Aspinwall sailed May 31st on the
SS. Kroonland for a three months’ tour abroad. They are to
attend the World’s Missionary Conference at Edinburgh and
the Passion Play at Oberammergau, and then to visit American
educational institutions in the Near Hast, including those of
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Greece, Turkey, Palestine and Egypt.

Professor Adna W. Risley will spend his summer in Colorado.
He is planning to leave here about June 1st in order to reach
that state in season to conduct two history courses in the Sum-
mer Session of the State University of Colorado, situated at
Boulder, Col. This work will oceupy him from June 20th until
July 29th. The history courses will comprise a course in United
States history from 1750 to 1800, and another in ‘‘ Methods of
Teaching History in Secondary Schools.’’ The remaining por-
tion of the summer, Professor Risley and his family will spend
with friends in Colorado. We are hoping that his vacation will
be a pleasant one, and not too full of history courses, We shall
need him next year.

Senior Notes

Preparations for Commencement Week are steadily progress-
ing. Committees have been appointed to complete the arrange-
ments.

The Rev. Mr. Sherwood, pastor of Ash Grove church and
father of Mr. Sherwood, ’10, has been invited to deliver the
Baccalaureate sermon to the Senior Class, Sunday June 19, 1910.

The order for the memorial window which is to be the gift
of the class to the college has been given to Mr. Chapman of
Albany and work has been begun on it. This window is to be
placed over the Main entrance to the auditorium.

Arrangements are being made for the Class Pienie which is
to take place Saturday, June 18th.

Two of the Seniors have been getting teaching experience
outside of eolege—Miss Lucas at Saratoga and Miss Larkin at
a ers

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Ravena. ;
Several engagements are rumored: some for teaching—some

otherwise.
The Seniors all wish Dr. and Mrs. Aspinwall a very delight-

ful trip.

Junior Notes

At the regular meeting of the Junior Class, the following were
elected as class officers :

President, Ella Watson.

Vice-president,Florence Wittmeir.

Secretary, Edna Watson.

Treasurer, Esther Rafferty.

Editor, Isabel Bigelman.

Miss Florence Wittmeier entertained the Misses Watson,
Hotaling, Kartluke, and Bradshaw for the week end, May 20th,
at her home in Fort Hunter.

Miss Amelia Kartluke is substituting at Ravena for Miss Viola
Carnrite, 08, who is ill with scarlet fever.

Freshman Notes

The class regrets that ill-health has foreed Mr. Allison to give
up his college work for the present. We earnestly hope that we
shall see him again in the fall.

At a meeting of the German society, May 17th, two of our
members were elected officers: Mr. Schneider, president, and
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Miss Boocheever, secretary and treasurer.

Speaking of class receptions, in the last analysis we are in-
elined to think the Fresman affair was just a little more—but
hold, good pen, for, as Mrs. Malaprop says, ‘‘Caparisons are
odorous and do not become a young lady.”’

Much interest was taken recently in an impromptu course in
Animal Psychology, which was given as a result of the visit of
a young specimen of the genus felis to our class-room. It was
a tip-top kitten as a kitten, but as a demonstrator of psychologic
principles it was not a big, buzzing, booming success.

Y.W.C. A.

The first meeting of Y. W. C. A. after our spring vacation was
led by Miss Beulah Brandow, Wednesday, April 20th, at 12:30.
The topic, ‘‘What Is Worth While.’’ was thoroughly discussed
by the leader who also read a most instructive selection from Dr.
Anna Brown’s book on the same subject.

““The Why of Athletics’? was the topic of the next meeting,
held Wednesday afternoon, April 27th. Miss Dunsford, the
leader, gave a most interesting talk on the subject, stating the
different qualities of character strengthened by athletics.

The Rev. Mr. Moldenhawer, pastor of the Second Presbyterian
church, was the leader of the meeting held May 4th. His talk
concerning collge life in general, with reminiscences from his
own, found much hearty support among those present.

Instead of the regular meeting on.May 11th, .a Missionary
play entitled ‘‘The Voices of the Women’’ was presented .by
different, members of the association, clad inthe native costumes
of: various, foreign, countries. The, characters .were:
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A society girl - - - - - Mabel Tallmadge
The Dreamer - - - - - - Ione E. Schubert
The Woman of Burma - - - - Mary Thomas
The Karen Woman - - - - - - - Millie Kartluke
The Woman of China - - - - Elizabeth Williamson
The Woman of Africa - - - - Charlotte Wright
The Woman of India - - - - - Henrietta Fitch
The Hindu Woman - - - - Madge Launsbury
The Child Widow - - - - - Frances Schrack
The Woman of Japan - - - - - May Strauss
The Mohammedan Woman - - - - Alice Toole
Conscience - - - - - - - Emma Conant

Special music by Esther Trumball (Soprano) and Emma
Conant (Alto).

Miss Corbett, Student Secretary of Y. W. C. A. of New
England, New York, and New Jersey, on Monday, May 16th,
gave an interesting address on the different phases of Y. W. C.
A. work, after which a reception was held in her honor.

Tuesday, May 3rd, a candy sale was held. The proceeds were
added to the Silver Bay Fund. It is expected that we shall send
ten delegates to the Silver Bay Conference.

Athletic Association Notes.

Miss Edna Watson has been elected Captain of the Junior
basket-ball team.

Upon the invitation of Bert Lytell, the members of the Junior
and Senior basketball teams, with Miss Dunsford as chaperon,
on May 16th occupied a box at Harmanus Bleecker Hall to
witness ‘‘The College Widow.’
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Tennis

During the past month, tennis was the chief feature of the
gymnasium work. Many of the girls have succeeded in learn-
ing the art and will no doubt be skilled players in the tourna-
ments of next year.

Tennis tournaments were held in the park courts the last few
weeks of May. Among those who entered were the Misses
Gardner, LeCompte, Boochever, Bristol, Scotland and Kinnear.

In the men’s tournament, the following took part: Sherwood,
Rice, McCormack, Steer, Pells and Dabney.

College Championship

The interest of the various classes of college for the last few
weeks has centred around the series of games being played by
each class in the struggle for the championship of the college
in basket-ball. Though it was at first decided to play 12 games,
this became impossible as the season progressed and only six
were played. The games follow in order: February, Juniors
vs. Seniors, won by Seniors; April 15th: Sophomores, 15,
Freshmen, 12; April 22: Juniors, 14, Freshmen, 12; April 28:
Seniors, 12, Sophomores, 6; May 18th, Freshmen, 10, Seniors, 9;
May 18th: Juniors 23, Sophomores, 18. (More)

The decisive game was played on May 26th between the Juniors
and Seniors, each team having two games to its credit. The
game resulted favorably for the Juniors, who defeated the
Seniors with a score of 10 against 9. This gives the champion-
ship to the class of 1911.

The teams which played during the contests were as follows:
Seniors—Misses Dyer, Capt; Eaton, Weaver, Tallmadge, Lucas
and Horton; Juniors—Misses Watson, Capt; Bennet, Kartluke,
Bradshaw, Boyle and Brandow; Sophomores—Misses LeCompte,
Capt.; Larkin, Pierce, Woolworth, Jones and Parks; Fresh-
men—NMisses Bristol, Capt.; Bennett, Spence, Toole, Duncan and
Kaemmerlin.
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Gymnasium Exhibition

A successful exhibition by High School and College classes
in the college gymnasium on Friday evening, May 7th, was con-
vineing evidence of the worth of gymnastics in the education of
the student. The work of the students was skillfully carried
through without a blemish. The success of the exhibition is
largely due to the untiring efforts of Miss Fanny A. Dunsford,
physical director.

A class composed of Freshmen showed much skill in work with
dumb-bells, and in the folk dance and dainty step. A wand
drill and a very pretty dance were the clever feats of the Junior-
Senior division; the Sophomores performed with much dexterity
on the horses. The last event of the evening was a Jack Tar
Dance, and a pretty, clever dance it was, too. The exhibiticn
will no doubt become an annual event, looked forward to by
students and their friends as one of the most pleasant of the
college year. A large number of the faculty was present.

Freshman Recepilon

The annual reception of the Freshman Class was given in the
college gymnasium on the evening of April 29th. Decorations
of red and white, the class colors, and college and school pen-
nants gave the gym an unusually attractive appearance. Reci-
tations by Mr. Allison and Miss Bennett, a solo by Miss Hunts-
man and Kinnear made up an interesting program.

Dainty refreshments were served in room M. at ‘the conclusion
of the program.

Professor and Mrs. Kirtland were present, representing the
faculty.
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Anniversary Exercises, 1910

Wednesday, June 8th—Final Examinations begin, 9:00 a. m.

Saturday, June 11th——Organ_ Recital by Professor Belding,
First Refromed Church, 4:00 p. m.

Friday, June 17th—Final Examinations end, 12:00 M. Psi
Gamma Banquet, Hotel Ten Eyck, 7:00 p. m.

Saturday, June 18th.—Class Picnic, 8:30 a. m. Eta Phi
Breakfast, Hotel Hampton, 12:30 p.m. Kappa Delta Luncheon,
Hotel Ten EHyck, 1:00 p. m.

Sunday, June 19th—Baccalaureate Sermon, by Rev. Frank
R. Sherwood, College Auditorium, 7:30 p. m.

Monday, June 20th.—Class Day Exercises, Class of 1910, Col-
lege Auditorium, 10:30 a.m. Reception to Class of 1910 and to
Alumni, by President and Mrs. William J. Milne, No. 5 Elk
Street, 8:00 p. m.

Tuesday, June 21st—Commencement Exercises, College Audi-
torium, 10:30 a. m. Class Reunions of Alumni, 12:00 M.
Alumni Dinner, Room 150, Science Hall, 1:00 p. m. Annual
Business Meeting and After-dinner Addresses, 3:00 p.m. Un-
veiling of Memorial Tablet, College Foyer, 4:00 p. m.

Delta Omega Notes.

For the first time in the history of the sorority, it had a
week-end. To see the number of alumnze who showed their
loyalty was a source of great satisfaction and gratification to
the members of Delta Omega. Friday, May 20th, the dance
was held in the college gymnasium, where the colors, yellow and
white, predominated. Saturday noon, May 21st, the luncheon
NEWS DEPARTMENT 37

took place at Hotel Ten Eyck. Covers were laid for thirty-five,
twenty-one of whom were alumnex and two, charter members.
Saturday evening, Miss Ethel Everingham read Hiawatha, while
the remaining sorority girls acted it out in pantomime. Sunday
afternoon, Helen Bennett, the President, gave a tea to the
alumnse and active members.

Dr. Richardson gave a very instructive and interesting talk
to the sorority at one of its recent meetings. For that, the
members of Delta Omega feel greatly indebted.

We are indeed sorry to think that the year is drawing so near
to a close for it brings to our minds that we are to lose two of
our active members, Miss Kathleen Philip and Miss Berna Hunt.
Their sisters wish them success in their future undertakings.

Eta Phi Notes.

Dr. F. F. Streehe of Vassar College was the guest of Miss
Frances B. Seeley during March. Miss Seeley spent the week
end of April 28th at Vassar College.

Miss Emily Illingworth and Miss Lois Clark of Utica have
been the recent guests of Miss Sarah A. Trembly.

Miss Florence Van Noy spent Decoration Day in New York.

The Eta Phi girls were pleased to entertain two of their old
members Miss Elizabeth Schaupp, and Miss Hazel Seaman, over
Decoration Day.

Eta Phi enjoyed its annual Decoration Day picnic at Catskill.

Regular meetings of the sorority were held at the home of the
president, Miss Raynsford, May 5th and 19th.
38 THE ECHO

Kappa Delta Notes.

A regular meeting of the sorority was held at the house Wed-
nesday evening, May 20th.

Miss Maud Burt of Gloversville, N. Y., spent Sunday, May
15th, at the Kappa Delta House.

On Saturday, May 14th, the girls, in company with Mr. and
Mrs. Kirtland, enjoyed a trip to Indian Ladder in The Helder-
bergs.

Kappa Delta enjoyed the play given by theEcuo board, Friday
evening, May 13th.

Psi Gamma Notes.

The annual banquet of the Psi Gamma alumne association was
held in New York City at the Hotel Collingwood on Saturday
evening, May 7th, 1910...

Mrs. Otis F. Lewis, ’01, is at present residiing in this city.

On Saturday evening, May 7th, Psi Gamma held its annual
reception in the college gymnasium, which was tastefully deco-
rated with bunting and pennants. Among the alumne present
were the Misses Catherine Ostrander, Mariam Mackey, ’07;
Laura Stuckman, ’09; Edith Blades, ’06.

Miss Jessie L. Cleveland was a guest at her home in Broadal-
bin, May 13th to 16th.

The girls witnessed with pleasure the picturesque and well
acted play presented by their sister, Delta Omega.

On Saturday afternoon, April 30th, the Misses Edna Hall
and Carlotta Jordan were initiated into the sorority. After the
trying ordeal, well-desrved refreshments were served.

Miss Laura Stuckmann, ’09, is staying in the city a short time.

Miss Edna Hall entertained her sister, Miss Ada Hall, of
Poughkeepsie over week-end, May 7th-9th. ;

Miss Gertrude Heap received a visit on May 15th from her
uncle, Mr. Heep, who, accompanied by his daughter and nieces,
recently arrived from England for an extended tour of the
States.
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Newman Study Club.

The club held its last meeting of the year on April 27th. It
was very well attended. An interesting program was rendered
as follows: Appreciations of Newman, Quotations by Miss Rus-
sell from Edmund Gosse, Miss Finn from A. J. George, Miss
Brown from Scudder’s Modern English Poets, Miss Fitzpatrick
from H. J. Nicoll, Miss Deegan from Jacob’s Literary Studies,
Miss McHenry from George Saintsbury, Miss Wilkinson from
Beeching’s English prose, Miss O’Reilly from H. Walker, Miss
Kerley from R. H. Hutton, and Miss Phillips from Aubrey
DeVere’s Literary Reminiscences. Essays were read by the
Misses McGovern and Bush; Miss Boyle and Miss Hanigan read.

Miss Kathryn Deegan was the guest of her sister, Miss Hliza-
beth Deegan, from the 12th to the 16th of May.

Miss Bertha Bott was a week end visitor in Saratoga Springs
the week ending May 15th.

Mrs. Myles O’Reilley of Fishkill was recently the week-end
guest of her daughter, Miss Mary O’Reilley.

Mr. Hanigan was the recent guest of his sister, Miss Florence
Hanigan.

Borussia

Organized some months ago to arouse enthusiasm and interest
in the German language, Der Deutche Verein closed the first
year of its existence in a most pleasing manner at the last meet-
ing May 17th in Room M. In referring to the work of the
society, Professor Decker said he felt greatly encouraged by
the way in which the German classes had supported Borussia.
He outlined a few of the plans which he declared, would be
accomplished next year. ‘‘I think we have everything to be
hopeful for,’’ he said in closing, ‘‘The members of this society
40 THE ECHO

have evinced a creditable wilingness in serving on the committees
and in co-operating in the general work of this organization.
For that, I wish to thank them; I feel we have closed a very suc-
cessful year.’’

Officers of the society for the coming year were elected as
follows: President, Mr. Schneider; Vice-president, Miss Witt-
meier; Secretary-Treasurer, Miss Boochever; and Critic, Pro-
fessor Decker. A report of the treasurer showed a sum on hand
in the treasury for next year.

Following the election, a program was rendered. Miss
Mageough and Miss Wittmeier recited German poems in a clever
manner. An exceedingly fine number was an illustrated song,
“‘Johonny Smoker,’’ sung by the Misses Farnham, Wittmeier,
Hall, Mageough, Kartluke and Brandow, with Miss Bradshaw
as pianist. The girls were obliged to respond to an encore.

Refreshments were served in the lunch room.
ALUMNI NOTES 41

Alwumuii Notes

People say that ministers do more begging than anybody else.
People are either very much mistaken or else they have had no
acquaintance with college papers. We, the alumni editors, are
begging now and shall continue to beg that you will lend no
assistance. We have so very few ways in which to gain material.
If you have information concerning anyone who has eyer been
graduated from this college, come and give it to us. If you are
a member of the Senior Class, remember that your Alma Mater
will always be interested in whatever you do. Then, why not
write and tell us about it. With such valuable aid, the alumni
columns will be filled with news and the Ecuo readers with sat-
isfaction.

Miss Mary Eddy, 09, sailed May 19th for France, where she
will commence a four months’ tour of Europe.

Mr. and Mrs. Clarence France of Cobleskll announce the
engagement of their daughter, Grace R., ’07, to W. H. Platzer,
Beene of the Kearney High School, Kearney, N. Y. Miss

France was of the elass of ’07.

Hiss Laura Elizabeth Meigs, ’07, daughter of Mrs. Laura B.
Meigs, was married at Albany to Charles Judson Dutton West-
erly. Mr. Westerly is a graduate of the Albany Law School.

Miss Fannie Drevenstett, ’05, sailed on May 24th for the
Philippine Islands, where she will become the bride of Mareus
Eliott, a government educational worker in that place.

A daughter, Eleanor, was born to Mr. and Mrs. Joseph Beil
of Norwich Thursday, April 21, 1910. Mrs. Bell (nee Jane
Doyle) was a member of the ite of 1907 and a critic teacher
in the primary department of the college.
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42 THE ECHO

Leaves from a Freshman’s Diary.

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‘May 6th, 1910.—Mine Leeber Kint: I’ve just got home from
the gym exhibition and dear diary, there’s no use talking, it is
perfectly splendid to be a college girl. You can almost break
that provoking rule in Physics that two bodies can not oceupy
the same space at the same time, when you can feel and think
and do just what a hundred other girls who look just like you
(every girl is every other girl’s ‘‘face smile’’ in a gym suit)
are doing. However, I’m tired to-night. My face aches all over
and I think I’m cutting a wisdom tooth, but Peggy thinks it’s
anyway. The other day when I loaned a girl some pink cheese-
eloth to be a Hindoo widow in the Missionary play, and she
where I got hit with the wand to-night and says that from all
appearances she wouldn’t expect that tooth to come to view
inside of twenty years. Peggy feels extremely funny this week
told-me I was an agel in disguise, my illustrious roommate
chipped in with ‘‘But she has a very good disguise.’’ Yesterday
she came dancing down the hall after she had been listening to
the seniors’ talk about child symbolism, with ‘‘Say, Kid, I’ve
found a symbol for life. Me chasing you. You know Socrates
or Emerson or some philosopher said, ‘Life is one horrid thing
after another!’’ I pulled my head out of the Latin trot and
thought I’d try to be funny, too. ‘‘Speaking of things chasing
one another, and thinking of ponies, have you heard how a
teacher once read her class, ‘See the cow, children. Is not the
cow pretty? Can the cow run? Yes, the cow can run. Can the
cow run as fast as the horse? No, the cow can not run as fast
as the horse.’ And have you heard how Johnny gave the repro-
duction as follows: ‘Git on to the cow. <Ain’t she a beaut?
LEAVES FROM A FRESHMAN’S DIARY 43
Kin the cow hoof it? Shure, the cow kin hoof it. Kin the cow
hump it with the hoss?. Nit. Wine cow ain’t *t in it with the
hoss.’ But Peggy didn’t like the joke. dene “cout ae) tell he ther

wot sie aad 998 ATSIC
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sleepy to bother to explain. My_ é
so good-night. :

May 8.—You know how I told you bout’ very nd weak
fish and all that,—well, P ve been tryihg ‘awthaly nad’ to ‘eri
like perfect little fiends. I cant séein’ to inde’ chy impre ion
on them at all—they just wriggle around a
foolish questions when I’m on the most, sublime topics. © ‘For
instance: I went roller skating ‘the other day an ‘ely Bécdtise “I
was just learning and wh picked mysélf” up, 1 ‘Happened to
see one of those Spragiiée ‘Chapel’ boys’ ‘there, ‘ “Tooking right’ at
me. The next Sunday, right in the midst ‘of the’ part about
alcoholic drinks, a boy yelled over to my class: “Say, ‘do any
of youse ever go roller skating?’’ I tried not to laugh; but my
mouth twitched awfully and’ I lost my place and’ a’ boy tipped
over in his chair in his' anxiety to see what was happening’ and
I went home in a blue funk. There just wasnt any use “OF ‘in'y
trying and I grumbled’ at Peggy; but: ‘She’ just laughéd’ and ‘said
she didn’t believe in ‘idealis “any way—let the’ ‘old* ‘lass! golf
I couldn’t be decent’ about' i ‘didn’t ‘exactly watit to aé that
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myself about perfect people. Why, I actually laughed in
Sapiens’ face when she told me about losing her roommate, so
that she wasn’t happy away from her and that there was per-
feet harmony between their souls. While I knew it was true—
for the life of me, I coudn’t help kicking on it and so I went
on, laughing at the idea of loyalty to the extent of personal
daily sacrifice and consideration between two girls, scornful of
everything I knew was good and right and true, riding rough-
shod over everything. Finally one day when I was in an espe-
cialty fiendish turn of mind, I wrote a satire on College Friend-
ships and Ideals and a silly weak thing it was—making the
worst possible use of what little wit or cleverness I ever did
possess and then I showed it to Sapiens, though I knew all the
while 1 might just as well be chopping of niy own
that girl has been better to me than any one | i
giving up hours to help me with my Latin, te
her hobbies, and letting me talk to her about
wanted to, end oh everything. Sapicns says 1
early—that I need discipline, yet (how I
mrybe it’s so). Well, anyhow, I showed it to
it was sick and full of the morbidness that comes froz
spection, but said it in such a weary, harsh tone of voi
locked over in the other corner of the room, so that I w ee
to go drown myself. What did it matter to anyone anyway and
why couldn’t I straighten up an be like other people and why
did Sapiens bother with me at all—why didn’t she laugh and
4teli me to go to thunder? I don’t know. I guess it’s because
hier. goodness is more than skin-deep—a fundamental thing with
ker. Oh well, I went away and I would have stood it all right,
I think, but for suddenly thinking how really truly good and
patient, Sapiens awas and how Jittle I deserved if. Eh beau!

me when I was either silly or eyaienl! ond the other girls couldn’t
LEAVES FROM A FRESHMAN’S DIARY 45

help but leave me to myself and look a little shocked when they
saw me rushing pell-mell along, shirking my work and shifting
responsibities. Finally, last Saturday, however, when I was
going to stay home and try to write an essay, Sapiens came in to
get me to go with her and some other seniors botanizing. I
didn’t want to go. I felt too wicked and I had a lot of work
to do but Sapiens said the trouble with me was I ought to work
when I worked and play when I played, so I went along and
didn’t we have a glorious time though? I did like it. The
wind blew just enough to make the trees in the woods rock
to and fro and the jack-in-the-pulpits were out and the pinksters
were nodding their pretty heads as the listened to them, but the
ugly little ginger-root was like me and covered up his face and
pretended not to hear. We had our lunch out there too and
everything tasted splendid and, dear Diary, as I sat there on
the grass dreaming, looking down through the pine trees of
across the mountains, I could almost forget that I’d ever been
to college and got all tangled up about my duty and could just
be happy to be alive, just deeply thankful to look and hear and
smell and feel for one glorious hour. I could almost understand
how one could get strength from the hills. Perhaps, after ail,
that’s where Sapiens gets her strength, rather than because she
was born good—maybe she’s fought and struggled for it and
wrested it from the hills. It seemed as though I could see some-
thing of that in her face that day but then of course you can’t
be sure. Your imagination is apt to run away with you on such
a day as that was. The day had to come to an end at last
though and we had to come home, but I went to sleep that night
more tired and happy than I had been for weeks. The next
day (please ‘‘’seuze’’ me, dear Diary,for being so long winded
like the phonograph in French class, but you are the only one
I can tell this story to and I must have it out.) I went to
Sprague Chapel with a heart all bubbling over with joy and
ambition—Iwas going to be to those rascals what Sapiens was to
46 THE ECHO

me—they deserve twice as much consideration as I do any day—
‘and oh joy! it worked. It was just as though the sun had come

cut after a cloudy day. They brightened up and stopped talking
—they listened and smiled and did their best—and I was happy
and did my best and during the last song the worst boy in the
elass and I had: a heart-to-heart smile that began at the eyes
and ended in a grin of fellowship. Idealism did work after all
and I walked home on air.

But there was something that bothered me yet. I hadn’t made
it square with Sapiens and I felt guilty about the way I’d jeered
and laughed at something of hers that was better and sweeter
than anything I could dream of, but I just couldn’t make up my
mind to beg her pardon and I knew I’d have to before we could
be really truly friends again. That afternoon, when we were
going for a little walk, Sapiens was telling me how loyal her
room-mate was, how though she was always laughing and making
a joke of everything, had gone without a new winter coat and
a party dress so that she could help a poor freshman through
this year, how she had sat up half the night one night to write
a toast for a pal of hers to give at a banquet and was delighted
when the compliments of the whole class were showered on the
other girl’s head. ‘‘But,’’ added Sapiens, ‘‘She is a Roman
and Romans have a way of being loyal to the tips of their toes.
Protestants,’’ went on Sapiens, ‘‘are pretty independent for
the most part. It’s strange to what lengths their audacious
independence will carry them sometimes.’’ I wish Sapiens
hadn’t looked at me just then for I was staring at her with
my eyes like saucers—I was wondering if she meant me—only
why didn’t she say disloyalty, fickleness, rather than independ-
ence? Sapiens is very kind and gentle and fair even when she
has one by the hip. ‘‘And it’s strange, isn’t it, to what lengths
a spirit of mischief will carry one, or dont you like to talk in
riddles?’’ she asked, stopping suddenly. It’s well she did for
I was well nigh floored, and, dear Diary, you'll never know how
LEAVES FROM A FRESHMAN’S DIARY 47
ashamed I was of myself. Sapiens had seen through me all the
time, only why didn’t she say cowardly spite instead of mischicf ?
‘*T like riddles,’’ I managed to say, ‘‘well enough when I don’t
have to guess them.’’ And we talked about something else for

a while. Sapiens is very much interested in the tennis court
that’s going to be formed (she can play some) and I’m going
up to Silver Bay to wait on table this summer so as to help
pay some of my expenses and she told me to be sure to go in
bathing every day and learn to swim, and then we wondered if
the tail of Haley’s comet really was a vacuum and talked about
how nice Miss Pierce was and how we were trying to call the
instructors by their proper titles and how we didn’t like the
new style of hair dressing with a butter bowl on the back and
liow the wild strawberries would likely be up when we ¥
home and (please don’t mind if this is a long sentence—I
can’t help it) how tall one of the sopranos in the May festiv
was and how we hoped the Rivals would be a success and how
much we’d been enjoying Chapel lately and how King Hdward’s
funeral and the Psychology essays and Roosevelt’s speech all
came the same day, and how Roosevelt would have to postpone
his speech and we’d have to hurry and a ‘‘mile stone’’ things
more until we get back home again. Then when I was all alone
in my room (Peggy went out to dinner) I did some thinking
and the result was I went over to Sapien’s room and told her
or tried to, how splendid and good I thought she was and how I
was sorry I had acted as though I didn’t admire and respect
her and how I knew she’d been patient with me when I didn’t
deserve it. I was what that Junior told me that somebody said
about Browning’s poetry (and I don’t believe it) ‘‘a determined
stammer’’ but I got through it at last all red and confused for
Sapiens is lots older than I am and very dignified on occasions,
but she was nice and laughed at me at first and said she’d like to
get posies but when she saw I was in earnest, she sobered down,
and oh my paper amy, I don’t believe I can tell even you what

48 THE ECHO

she said, but it was enough to make me surrender every last
gun in my citadel, to go over heart and soul to Sapiens, to be
ready to go down on my knees to the big beautiful soul inside

that wonderful senior girl. Protestants may protest a long time
but when they do come over—they come over with all there is
in them—why, if Sapiens were to ask me to black her shoes for
her—I’d do it now, gladly and humbly every day in the week—
of course this is the 20th century and we don’t show such things
but I can tell it to you, mon amy, for you, my dear, are ‘‘one
of those dumb wise men.’”’ But what is the worst of all my
doings is that I didn’t know enough to recognize the wonderful
sweetness and goodness of Sapiens long ago. To-day Sapiens’
room-mate said to me ‘‘Isn’t she a perfect dear? Don’t you
adore her?’’ I do now. I said ‘‘Non! Why you little goose,
didn’t you always?’’ She said, looking at me so surprised as
though she thought I was sick—and indeed that was just what
was the matter with me according to Sapiens herself and I’d
believe anything she told me now whether it was so or not.
Why, my Diary, I really believe you are laughing just like that
horrid little tome in Irving’s Sketch Book, rustling your leaves
and shaking with mirth and saying in a husky voice that I have
a ‘‘erush,’’ which I vowed I’d never have when I came to col-
lege. I don’t care—call it that—a crush if you like. I don’t
want to. It means to much to me. It’s one of the biggest things
that ever happened too me and I’ll never be the same again.
I know there will always be something a little better and sweeter
and honester about me because of it even though I never see
Sapiens after this June. Bon soir.

May 30th—wWell, I’ve given you quite a rest since my last
harangue or—no—I won’t say crushes—I’ll say loyalty. I’ve
been pretty straight and steady ever since—a few set-backs of
course, but Sapiens says: she thinks there’s not going to be
one superficial thing about by the time she leaves in June—how
I hate to see her go! But the college play, oh dear Diary, why
LEAVES FROM A FRESHMAN’S DIARY 49

didn’t you have eyes and ears that night? I was so excited and
interested and pleased and proud I just couldn’t sit still—
I got to thinking that Bob Acres was so real that I began to
feel bad when his hair still looked straight after he took the
curlers off—weren’t they all just splendid, though ?—who would.
ever think we had such pretty girls and nice looking fellows in
college? I’d give almost anything to be in a college play like
that sometime and I asked Peggy if she thought there was
ever any chance for me if I could only make myself indispensable
to the Echo people in some way, but she only answered, ‘‘Such
insurance, Lydia!’’ However it’s worth trying for even if I
ean’t do any more than kick the cat. Do you know, mon amy,
it’s geeting towards the end of things—the Seniors are all get-
ting positions—the butter-cups are out, the exams are scheduled
and pretty soon I won’t be a freshman any more? I can’t
write to you any more this year, dear Diary (you’ve been such
a comfort to me). I’ll have to pack you away in my trunk
and begin to stuff for exams and when I take you out again—
oh dear! I’ll be a Sophomore. I hate to think of it—I’d like
to be a freshman here at S. N. C. right on and on, indefinitely—
I’d like to say with the poetical Junior, ‘‘Let us tarry, Sister
Diary, we will not wander more,’’ and, mon papier amy, I’ll
just whisper it in your ear, that just because things never do
get stale to me, and I’m always being surprised in some new,
wonderful way, that I just never can grow up and even when
I’m a Senior I'll still be a freshman at heart, the same freshman
who wrote this silly little Diary. Finis.
50 THE ECHO
Additional Alumni Notes.

Miss Florence Brown, ’10, came from Ticonderoga to atend
the Psi Gamma Reception.

A linen shower was given in honor of Miss Viola Carnrite, ’08,
May 7th at the home of her sister in Amsterdam, at which time
her engagement to Mr. DeGroff of Amsterdam was announced.

Miss Gertrude I. Gifford, ’08, has received a scholarship for
a two weeks’ course in the kindergarten department at Chatau-
qua.

Mr. and Mrs. John Gillespy (nee Ethel Webster, ’04) have
moved into their newly completed home, Summit Park, Dela-
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Art
Union

College Photographers

FOR FIVE YEARS

48 North Pearl Street
THE NEW YORK STATE NORMAL COLLEGE
At Albany
ESTABLISHED 1844. CHARTERED AS A CoLLEGE 1890
REORGANIZED 1905.
The New York State Normal College is a professional institu-
tion for the preparation of teachers of both
A Professional sexes for secondary, normal and training school
Institution. work, of special department teachers in the
various branches of high school work and of
principals, supervisors and superintendents of schools. By action
of the Regents of the University of the State of New York, the
scope and breadth of its work have be2n so extended that it is
equipped for the attainment of scholarship equal to that of
literary and scientific colleges.
The courses of instruction embrace academic and pedagogical
courses in Latin (eight courses), Greek (eight
Courses of courses), French (ten courses), German (ten
Instruction courses, English (fourteen courses, (Psychology
Pedagogy and Philosophy (fourteen courses),
Mathematies (ten courses), Commercial Branches (five courses),
History (ten courses), Government (four courses), Economics
(seven courses), Physical Science (fourteen coerses), Biological
Science (eight courses), Hearth Science (eight courses), Manual
and Industrial Training (eight courses), Domestic Economy (six
courses), Fine Arts (nine courses), Music (five courses). For
the conduct of all these courses extensive facilities are provided
in the New College building, so that the most thorough work may
be done.
Among the special opportunities offered for professional train-
ing are the following: Free tuition to residents
Special of New York State; complete four-year Arts
Opportunities Course leading to degree of B. A.; complete
four-year Scientific course leading to degree of
B. S.; two-year courses for Normal graduates leading to degrees
of B. A. and B. S.; one-year course for College graduates leading
to degree of B. Pd.; thorough pedagogical training for all stu-
dents; teachers of broad scholarship and special training in all
Goorin new and thoroughly equipped buildings.
DR. WILLIAM J. MILNE.

President.
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Cases, Rain Coats, Gloves, Fancy Waist-coats, Um-
brellas and canes, Thermos Bottles, Ladies’ hand

Bags LEATHER GOODS oOo

every description. If you want good value, do your
trading at our store. We always carry big assort-
_ ments in ail departments, right goods at right prices.

Young Men’s Fats

Stetson, Youngs,
Guyer, Nelson, Ednoc,
Ormond. Derbies and Soft.

This season’s latest styles and colors. Special dis-
count to students.

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BOYCE& MILWALIN,
66 and 68 STATE STREET

Academic Correct Hoods
Caps and for all
GOWNS Degrees

Rich Gowns
for
PULPIT and BENCH

Makers to the American
Colleges from the

Atlantic to the Pacific

= Correll & Leonard =

472-478 Broadway 15 James Street

HATS, FURS, COATS,
SUITS, GLOVES,

SHOES, UMBRELLAS
RUBBERS, CANES

BAGS, TRUNKS, RUGS
and CARPETS.
Summer Clothing

for

YOUNG MEN

Distinctive Garments that will help make your
Holiday Happy.

Two piece Suits--Flannels, Wool Crash Homespun,

English Mohair Linen, Serge and Worsteds, Flannel
Trousers, Gray, White and White with black Stripes.

Russet, Oxford and Tennis Shoes.

Negligee Manhattans with soft cuffs.
Panama Straw Hats and Caps.

Motoring Clothing —O'3 22".

Gauntlets.

Steefel Bros., **”’new york

Clothing with a pedigree.
3 Clothes with a guarantee.
Bastian Brothers Company

410 South Ave.,

Manufacturers, Jewelers, Engravers and Stationers

CLASS and FRATERNITY PINS

Engraved Invitations and Programs

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Frederic F. Rider& Co

Plumbing, Roofing, Heating and
Gas Fitting
Jobbing promptly attended to
Estimates cheerfully furnished
443 Madison Ave , Albany, N Y.
Home ’Phone 1445
H. R. ’Phone 1806 W. Main

F. M. Hosler

Manufacturer of

ICE CREAM and
CONFECTIONERY
Wholesale and Retail

Telephone 198 Lark Street

John J. Conkey
NEWS ROOM,

Stationery, Periodicals
and

SCHOOL SURREIES
215 Central Ave., Albany N.Y.

LUNCHES

Served on Carteria Plan.
Dainty Pastries, Boullions,
Coffee, Cocoa, Milk, Hot-
Dogs and Sandwiches.
Class and College Banners 50c

Y.W.C.A. NORMAL COLLEGE
THEE TEN EV-CK

ALBANY, NEW YORK

European Plan
FREDERICK W. ROCKWELL

DINNER MUSIC DAILY 6:30 to 8:30 p. m.
SUPPER AFTER THE PLAY

Music in Grill begins at 10:30 p. m.
DINNER MUSIC IN GRILL Friday and Saturday evenings

SUNDAY EVENING DINNER Special Orchestral Program
All Music by Holding’s Orchestra.

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Albany Teachers’
Agency # # #
Provides schools of all grades
with competent teachers. Assists
teachers in obtaining positions.
Calls for good teachers are com-

ing in constantly. Now is the
time to register.

Harlan P. French

81 Chapel Street,
Albany, New York

i) The Modern Laundry

TRY THE

WATER-
VILLE

LAUNDRY

289 Central Avenue
Phone conn,

J. F. HEIDENREICH,
Proprietor.