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ALBANY, N, Y., SEPTEMBER, 1898.
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LITERARY DEPARTMENT:
Tribute to John M. Root, Class
EDITORIAL.
Autumn.
Thou comest, Autumn, heralded by the rain,
With gales incessant
fanned,
Brighter than brightest silks of Samarcand,
And stately oxen harnessed to thy wain!
Thou standest like imperial Charlemagne,
Upon thy bridge of gold; thy royal hand
Outstretched with benedictions o'er the land,
Blessing the farms through all thy vast do-
main!
Thy shield is the red harvest moon, suspended
So long beneath the heaven's o’erhanging
eaves;
Thy steps are by the farmer’s prayers attended;
Like flames upon an altar shine the sheaves;
And, following thee, in thy ovation splendid,
Thine almoner, the wind, scatters the golden
leaves! —Longiellow.
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ITH this number, The Echo en-
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Editorial Trials.
We stood in The Echo office,
Promptly at one-fifteen,
And a sadder board of editors,
Could never have been seen
Our chieftain wiped his clammy brow,
And unto us did say:
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Was stretched upon the floor.
It seems through all that strife so. dire,
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He did not stop to taste his prunes;
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The editors tore down the hall,
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The editor-in-chief sat down
And wiped his streaming eye.
Oh shades of those who on this earth
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LITERARY DEPARTMENT.
Katherine V. D. Merwin,
Alvah G. Frost.
Winifred L, Jones.
Leola D. Weed.
Tribute to John M. Root, Class
of 1846.
It is well known that a few years ago
a change was brought about in the char-
acter of this institution. That which had
been for forty-six years a Normal School
became a Normal College — for profes-
sional work only. When the institution
had reached the age of fifty years, anni-
versary exercises were held.
To this semi-centennial jubilee in
1894 there came from different parts of
the United States alumni representing
nearly all the graduating classes of fifty
years. It was anotable gathering. The
young College people welcomed the men
and women of maturer years and the old
School people, with their large experi-
ence and well-earned
kindly took by the hand the brave young
their honors,
graduates, who, with a university educa-
tion and modern methods of teaching,
were about to begin their work in the
educational world.
Among those who attended the jubilee
was a gentleman from Michigan, a
banker of the city of Jackson, who had
been graduated from the old institution
in 1846. Thus forty-eight years after
graduation this man was willing to leave
his business and journey east to engage
in anniversary
whom, with perhaps two or three ex-
ceptions, he had never met, and to as-
semble with them for this purpose in a
building that he had never before en-
tered. ;
One of the first responses to the invi-
tation sent out by the executive commit-
tee was a letter of acceptance from Mr.
John M. Root, of Jackson, Michigan, in-
exercises with people,
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closing a draft for more than enough to
pay his part of the expenses, and stating
that if anything further were needed he
should welcome a second call.
When this gentleman appeared, ac-
companied by his wife and two daugh-
ters, we who met him first said one to an-
other, ‘ He is in more senses than one a
gentleman of the old school.” Tall, mas-
sive, broad-shouldered, strong-featured,
dignified, he stood, yet, in greeting him
we looked up into a pair of kindly
eyes and felt the pressure of a genial
hand.
Tt was a pleasure to listen to Mr. Root
as he talked of former times — of class-
mates and school experiences, of the
first president of the institution, the
grand self-sacrificing David P. Page; of
Horace Mann, also, his ideal American
educator. And it was exceedingly
touching to see tears of sympathy and
gratitude well up in his eyes as he tallced.
Tt was highly interesting to hear him de-
scribe his wanderings about the city dur-
ing jubilee days, as he searched for the
ancient buildings that had at different
times housed the Normal School — as he
searched even for the street and number
where with some classmates he used to
board. It was profitable to hold con-
verse with him, while from his large ex-
perience he gave his views on education
and other important matters of life. And
it was good to learn afterwards of
thoughtful kindnesses shown to some of
the hardest-worked members of the com-
mittee. Helpful, keen, inspiring, he
himself, together with his wife and
daughters, formed for some of us a good
part of a never-to-be-forgotten Normal
College reunion.
After returning to Michigan, Mr.
Root’s family still remembered the new
Normal friends they had made. A pic-
ture, a book, a newspaper, a letter, fre-
quently made its way eastward. But one
day last June, just at the close of the
term, there came a newspaper telling that
Mr. Root was dead! As we gazed upon
one another in astonished grief, we said
to ourselves, “ No, he is not dead; he
has passed away from sight, but he did us
good, and good lives on and on.”
From the Evening Press of Jackson,
for June 16th, the following facts have
been gained: Mr. Root was born at Fort
Ann, Washington county, New York,
April 21, 1824. His early education was
obtained at the Granville (N. Y.) Acad-
emy. After graduating from the Nor-
mal School he taught for a time, and then
remoyed to Jackson, Michigan, where he
again took up the work of teaching.
Soon he was appointed clerk in the gene-
ral dry goods store of his brother, Amos
Root, and in 1856 and 1858 was ap-
pointed register of deeds for the county.
He served as alderman in the cit
cil for two years, and was deputy post-
master for four years, during which time
he had entire charge of the post-office.
When the People’s National Bank was
organized in 1856, he was chosen its
first cashier, a position he held for five
years. He was then elected president,
and for twenty-eight successive elections
he was the unanimous choice of the board
of directors for the same responsible po-
sition, During this long period not a
question was ever raised regarding either
the integrity or the judgment of Mr.
Root.
For nearly six years, in addition to his
own business, Mr. Root had, the man-
agement, as executor and trustee, of the
large estate of his brother, the late Amos
Root, and in the performance of this
trust he displayed rare judgment and
fidelity. He succeeded Amos Root as
coun-
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president of the Green River Valley
Railroad Company.
Mr. Root’s refined tastes led him to
an acquaintance with the best literature.
In American literature Horace Mann
and Ralph Waldo Emerson were his fa-
vorite authors. He kept in touch also
with the foremost writers of the present
who discussed social and industrial ques-
tions from an altruistic point of view. In
home and social life his advice, not only
to his own children, but to all young peo-
ple, was: “ Be honest, be true to your-
selves and you will do no wrong to
others.”
Though not at all intolerant, Mr. Root,
through his great integrity of character,
was a hater of shams— whether of a
business, a social, a political, or a re-
ligious nature. He believed
ligion of right conduct. Integrity was
his test of manhood. He believed in up-
right endeavor, in the home made happy,
in the daily life made better and better.
He believed in the religion of liberty,
love, and truth.
Such was the man, who, in the midst
of offices, honors, and trusts, with all
their attendant cares, preserved for fifty-
four years his interest in and his loyalty
to an old school, where he had spent but
two years of the formative period of his
life. And surely as long as that old in-
stitution shall continue to liye, so long
will it proudly and reverently treasure
the memory of this man, the noble John
M. Root, of Michigan.
Mary A. McClelland,
in a re-
Serio-Comic.
What tragedies are enacted all about
us every day! Not tragedies in which
men take part, but tragedies in which the
dumb creatures of field and stream are
actors. It was on a beautiful morning,
late in June, that we were enjoying a row
up the river. The splash of the oars, or
insect hum, or song of birds broke musi-
cally in upon the silence amid which we
enjoyed the beauty of field and sky and
river. The tall June grass was just be-
ginning to make obeisance to the mower,
and the click of the mowing machine and
the whetting of the scythes lent just
enough of the music of industry to add
human interest to the idyl of the morning.
Fleecy clouds were weaving the most
delicate lace work over the blue above,
and everything seemed at peace. Sud-
denly the quietude was broken in upon
by the alarm note of a mother song-spar-
What panic was in her breast?
We were not long in finding out, for on a
slender of a low willow bush
which hung far out over the water was a
young fledgling song-sparrow. He had
evidently just followed the mother bird
from the nest for the first time and was
clinging for dear life on the slender wil-
low branch. Foolish little mother! A
sudden breeze set the branch to swinging
violently and a watery grave for the little
bird seemed inevitable. We turned the
boat and started to the rescue, but, alas,
too late. The untried feet could cling no
longer and down fell the little song-spar-
row into the water.
I have never heard that birds, except
the water fowl, could swim, but to our
great surprise, this little fellow began to
paddle, and before we could reach him,
had swam more than three feet, and
crawled, frightened and panting and wet
up the muddy bank. We rested for a
moment on our oars to see what he
would do, but the next actor —a large,
green frog —got his cue at this point
and popped up out of the
as promptly as though he had rehearsed
row.
branch
water
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his part many times. I never saw an
animal more stealthy.
resembled those of puss in search of a
mouse. He crouched close to the
ground and began to crawl cautiously
toward the baby bird. Such a cry of pity
as the mother bird sent up to heaven for
help! The little one was so wet that he
could hardly move toward the willow
bush. We hurried as fast as we could
until, with our oar we endeavored to
scare away the frog. He was so intent
upon his prey, however, that he paid no
attention until we pushed him back into
He resisted the oar fiercely,
but never showed any thought of hop-
ping away.
The heart of the little bird was beating
cruelly against his unfledged breast, and
we placed him high up on the bank
among the higher branches of the wil-
low. Mr. Frog was soon on hand again
with a very much abused and disap-
pointed look, only to find that his bird
had flown.
I had never known before that frogs
would attack birds, nor have I ever heard
of a similar instance. It was a queer
tragedy that was averted on that beauti-
ful June morning, and I dare say that
one little mother bird, at least, will be
more careful in the future where she goes
to teach her little ones to fly.
His actions much
the water.
Goa
Aspiration.
Longfellow speaks of “the instinct
that enjoys and the more noble instinct
that aspires.”
vincing proof of man’s supreme exalta-
tion over the brute than just this power
so natural to him, the power to aspire?
To this faculty of man is due the effect-
iveness of many appeals that would
Is there any more con-
otherwise be irrational as, “hitch your
wagon toastar.” To this faculty of man
is due the discontent which will not let
a soul rest with a victory or an achieve~
ment which had seemed the very goal of
all effort. We hold it true that “a man’s
reach should exceed his grasp, or what
is a heaven for?” We recognize in this
power of aspiration and in the possibility
of its endless gratification, the most bene-
ficent design of the Creator.
To whom shall we look to voice this
truth concerning man’s spirit, if not to
the poets, who have not only “ given to
airy nothing a local habitation and a
name,” but have revealed man to him-
self by holding up the mirror to his spir-
itual nature.
Is not aspiration the very key-note of
Excelsior and the Psalm of Life? You
will all recall the last words of the
“Chambered Nautilus ””—“* Build thee
more stately mansions, O my soul,” and
of Lowell's “ Present Crisis
“New occasions teach new duties,
Time makes ancient good uncouth,
They must upward still and onward
Who would keep abreast of truth.”
There is no greater tonic to aspiration
and exertion than Browning, who “ ever
marched breast forward, never doubted
clouds would break, held we fall to rise,
are baffled to fight better, sleep to wake.”
Tennyson has the same ringing call to
progre: “ Forward, let us
range,” and Arthur Hugh Clough asks,
“Where lies the land to which the ship
would go. Far, far ahead is all her sea-
men know.”
Thus these and all poets reflect the
summons and teaching of nature. On
a certain page of Foundation Studies in
Literature you may read these admir-
ably chosen words:
forward
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“The mountain tops with prophet beams are
bright;
The eagle soars aloft with jubilant cries;
Thou, too, unto the hills lift up thine eyes,
To some new throne these sacred signs invite
Learn thy own strength; and if some secret
sense
Of power untried pervades thy low estate,
Bend thy soul's purest, best intelligence
To seek the mastery of time and fate.
Courage and deathless hope and toil intense
Are the crown jewels of the truly great.”
Tf this that we find thus expressed is a
truth, then only in proportion as a man
can thus rise to an ever growing, ever
advancing ideal, can he fulfill his destiny,
in Emerson's words, “ Unless above him-
self he can erect himself, how mean a
thing is man.”
This truth that is the expression of na-
ture and of the greatest minds is also the
central thought of the church and of
revelation. Is it not the center of Chris-
tian doctrine that man’s life is an endless
growth, the developmerit in the coming
life to begin where it has left off in this?
Let us observe the bearing of this
truth upon our life and work. We are
told that teachers as a class cease to grow
when they have completed their course
of special preparation. The teacher that
ceases to aspire will cease to grow, and
the teacher that ceases to grow ceases to
be useful.
The thought occurred to Daniel Web-
ster, while standing on the plains of
Abraham, that somewhere in the British
possessions the sun never sets. He liked
the thought, prepared it, and when the
time came delivered it in the Senate of
the United States, when all the world ap-
plauded him for originating, on the spur
of the moment, such a marvelous concep-
tion. Our preparation at the close of
our college course bears the same rela-
tion to our future work that the first sug-
gestion in the mind of Webster bore to
the majestic utterance which years after
fell from his lips.
Let us observe the application of this
truth to the teacher’s work for the pu-
pil. We forget that men are moved by
their feelings rather than by their intel-
lects. Says W. T. Harris: “ Literature
reveals the human heart first as the seat
of feeling; then the rise out of this dim
unconscious realm of feeling into that of
clear conviction and insight into prin-
ciples, then last the realizing of these
Feelings, convictions,
deeds, this is the order of human develop-
ment. If the development of the race is
to serve as the model for the development
of the child, we must give heed to this
order.”
Would you call forth all a pupil’s en-
ergy, use not a goad of any kind, but en-
kindle ambition, implant hope, arouse his
aspiration, these alone reach the soul’s
springs of action. :
The Germans have a saying, ‘“ Without
aim, no will.” May we not supplement
this by saying without aspiration, no aim,
When for every youth “revery spreads
always its bed of roses on the one side,
and practical work summons to its tread-
mill on the other,” the guarantee for his
accomplishment of any high purpose will
be not alone in his possession of a clear
mind and a firm will, but quite as much
in his possession of a passionate aspira-
tion toward what is high and true.
The warrant for emphasis upon this
truth of human nature is found in thelack
of anything to cause aspiration or afford
inspiration in the lives of many pupils
who enter the schools. If the teachers
cannot supply this need, cannot afford
the impulse to aspiration what can
we expect in the lives of our future citi-
zens. Let us as teachers especially rea-
ideas in action.
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lize this truth that man’s highest power
is his power to aspire. Thus may we in-
sure our pupils’ greatest development.
William M. Strong, June, ‘08.
A Morning Stroll. ©
We stumbled along, in the obscure
light, through the fields on our way to
the cliffs where the lighthouse stood. Its
light was still burning, the stars were
shining and the moon had not gone
down. We walked in silence, for there
is something awesome even in familiar
scenes at early morning, without the con-
necting link of humanity between us and
nature.
At our approach sleepy sheep started
up from among the wild rose bushes, and
bounced away on their “ woodeny ” legs
like progressive rocking horses; here
and there a cow in wonder watched us
on our way. The scanty grass was gray
under its lacework of beaded cobwebs,
and all nature was dripping from a bath
of fog and dew. As we crossed the nar-
row ridges, the sides of the cliffs beneath
us showed dark purple with many blue-
bells; the water’s edge was deeply fringed
with a brown band of wooly brown sea-
weed. All was quiet, save the great
ocean, here sullenly booming on the
tough and rocky coast, and there, its
children laughing and playing with crev-
ice and weed. From our position on the
end of the promontory the ocean
stretched all about us to the horizon,
broken only by the narrow strip of land
along which we had come. We were the
center of the universe, there on that
atom of land —all the rest was sea and
space.”
The east was growing grayer, a faint
tinge of purple and crimson showed
along the horizon, and then was hidden
for a moment by a bank of fog which
floated over it and vanished. While we
were perched on the edge of the cliff, an
early fisherman put off in his dory from
the beach in the distance and soon rowed
out of sight in the gray. The lighthouse
keeper mounted his tower to put out the
lights, and smiled as he caught sight of
us huddled together on the cold, damp
rocks below. Upon descending he
beckoned us up. We climbed the nar-
tow stone steps, and were soon at the
lighthouse door. He welcomed us heart-
ily and made us comfortable and at home
in a cosy, round room. Then, excusing
himself, he went out to signal a passing
vessel.
The furniture was somewhat worn and
antique, yet tidy. A few pictures and
paintings hung upon the wall, some toy
ships were upon the mantelpiece. At
the opposite side of the room was an old-
fashioned bedstead, surrounded with
drapery. In short, everything had the
appearance of neatness and taste. Fora
few moments all were silent and then
there was a squirming and nestling be-
hind the drapery. The little occupant, in
his fairy dreams, had gotten too near the
edge; there was a tumble and a bump.
At this the watchdog, crouched before
the fire, arose, stretched himself and
looked over in wonder as if to ask “ Are
you hurt?” The little fellow picked
himself up and scrambled along on hands
and knees to where the dog sat, looked
up with his bright eyes, as the dog put
out his paw to shake “ good morning,”
and then placed his little arms around
Fido’s neck, as if almost inclined to kiss
him, when the door opened and in walked
“papa.”
As the keeper seated himself before
the fire, his little treasure climbed upon
his knee, and Fido gazed wistfully up at
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both, They all seemed so cheerful, so
happy, that it made us cheerful, happy
and at home. Then he told us of the
terrible storms, the many wrecks, how
his wife had been drowned the year be-
fore, and how they two and Fido had
lived alone ever since.
On our return all nature was awake
and everything astir. Lighter and lighter
the world had grown. Outside, off over
the sea, the rising sun gleamed upon the
gray bend of a war ship gently pitching
upon the ocean swell. The sky was
cloudless, no gray streaks varied the
solid masses of purple, crimson and gold
which rolled along the sky in successive
waves. The changing hues of sky and
tide, the lichen-spotted rocks and
shadowy pools varied like a kaleidescope
in our admiration. But in spite of all
these we could not forget that scene of
happier and homelier life at the light-
house on that gloomy, barren shore.
Burtis Erwin Whittaker, ’99.
At the Isles of Shoals, off Portsmouth, N. H.
Nature Study.
(A Tiny Mother and Her Family.)
There is a large oak tree in a quiet
valley, close by a little brook. All along
both banks of the brook are smaller
trees, leaning over and shaking hands
with each other across the stream. The
willows dip their branches in the laugh-
ing water and thank it for bathing their
roots so refreshingly.
Flowers and ferns, too, grow there;
these are rather shy of their big neigh-
bors, the trees, and try to hide behind the
great mossy rocks. In a bend of the
stream opposite the oak tree, one poor
little rose bush has grown up. Its
branches are slender, and its roses pale
from being so long in the shade. But
the brook has been kind to the bush, and
has let it drink of its nice, cool waters, so
it could keep on growing.
The big gray squirrels and the little
striped chipmunks like to play tag in the
old oak. They like it better than the
other trees, because there is so much
room in its branches, and besides, it
gives them so many fine big acorns for
the winter store. The squirrels have
found a safe place for their acorns in a
hole in the side of the trunk, but the
chipmunks hide theirs under the stones
at its foot, where the ferns can watch
them.
All the birds who live near come every
morning to get a drink from the brook,
and to make their morning toilet. Then
they alight in the oak and sing a little
song of thanks before flying away. The
fly-catchers always find a good breakfast
here, and the snipes can easily make a
meal of the water bugs in the brook.
One spring when the birds came, there
was a pair of humming birds among them
that thought the oak tree too pleasant to
leave, so they decided to build their nest
init. These birds were not much larger
than the acorns which the squirrels car-
ried off. The back and wings of the fe-
male were a glossy green that glistened
like emeralds in the sun. The downy
feathers of her breast were a velvety
gray. Her bill was as long as her whole
body and about as thick as one of the
brown needles which lay under the pine
tree across the brook.
The little bird told her mate about the
big oak and soon they had chosen a
place in which to build. 1t was on one
of the lower limbs, for they thought that
if a baby should fall out of the nest by
and by, he would not get hurt. How
busy they were, gathering scales of
lichen and tiny fibres, and even the bits
10 THE ECHO:
of fur which had been pulled from the
squirrels in their scurry through the
branches. The birds worked so hard
and flew so fast that their wings looked
like a film of gauze in the sunshine. Even
the squirrels wondered at them, for they
would fly from the nest and out of sight
before the squirrels could turn their
heads to watch.
The pale roses across the brook had
just opened to drink in the summer sun-
shine when the nest was finished. And
what a tiny soft nest it was! The walnut
that had fallen from a tree near by would
have more than filled it. Though so
light and airy it was firmly glued to the
branch with saliva.. The outside was
covered with pieces of gray lichen from
the trunk of the oak. Al the other little
birds except the wren who peeped inside
thought the nest was only a knot which
had grown there. The wren was sure
she had found a fairy’s home, the bed was
so neat and dainty and soft.
Soon there were two eggs no larger
than peas in the nest, and now came the
hardest work of all. But Mr. Hummer
was getting lazy. He seemed to think
when the nest was finished his part was
done, and eyen in building the nest his
mate had done nearly all the work — the
more shame to him. He would not sit
on the eggs, nothe. He had a tuft of red
feathers on his throat, brilliant as a ruby,
and they must not be ruffled, so Mrs.
Hummer must sit there fourteen long
days, while Mr. Ruby Throat was doing
nothing.
The chipmunks told each other that
the little mother must be sick she sat so
still. But when they came too near to
look at her she darted at them so sav-
agely that they went scampering down
the limb. They did not know how sharp
that long bill of hers might be. Even
the big birds kept at a respectful distance
when they saw Mrs. Hummer.
The little mother was so afraid lest she
should ruffle her féathers that she could
not sit still more than fifteen minutes at
a time. She would start up from the
nest and hover above it, looking down at
the eggs. Then she would alight on a
bare twig, for she liked to have the squir-
rels watch her, and plume her shiny
feathers. Every feather of her wings
must be carefully drawn through her
long bill, and all the downy plumage of
her breast daintily arranged before she
was ready for work again. When this
was done and she had viewed herself
from every possible angle in which she
could twist her head, she would go back
to the nest again. If Ruby Throat came
near he was promptly chased away by
his mate.
Mrs. Hummer wanted more than three
meals a day and meant to have them,
too, regardless of hatching eggs. A
dozen times a day or more she would fly
over to the trumpet vine or clover field
to get a sip of honey, and any little insect
that might be so unfortunate as to stick
to her long forked tongue.
One day a big gray squirrel was run-
ning along a branch above the hummer’s
nest when he happened to look down.
The eggs were gone and there were two
fuzzy little things in their place. They
must be alive thought the squirrel, for
they moved. Then he gave a sharp
“chirp,” laid his great bushy tail flat on
his back and ran down the tree. He told
the other squirrels that there were two
gray caterpillars in the nest. The squir-
rel would have had to look much more
closely than he did to see that the tiny
creatures in the nest were really birds.
Their heads were scarcely distinguish-
able, and three rows of gray hairs down
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their backs made them look much like
caterpillars.
Every day the squirrels watched the
nest to see what would become of the
two fuzzy little things in the bottom.
They were sorry for Mother Hummer
she was kept so busy feeding them, and
they would gladly have dropped their
biggest nut into the nest for her, but they
were afraid she would not know how to
eat it.
The little rose bush woke up early
every morning to see the baby birds get
their breakfast. It watched at night, too,
as long as it could see, for after nearly
all the other birds had gone to bed
Mother Hummer was still busy feeding
her little ones. There was one thing,
however, which the rose bush could not
see, and that was just how the mites were
fed. i
Mrs. Hummer had learned from the
bees which she so often met about her
favorite flower, how they made their
honey. So, gathered the
honey-dew for the children, or snatched
up tiny insects with the little forceps at
the end of her tongue, she swallowed
them first. Then, after they were par-
tially digested in her delicate laboratory,
the meal was ready to be served to her
babies.
The mother would thrust her long bill
away down one of the little one’s throats
until the squirrels feared she would stran-
gle it, and give it a swallow of the “ pre-
pared food for infants.” The other was
then served in the same way, then the
first again, and so until each had been
served several times.
How the little hummers thrived on
their “prepared food!” Before long
they had shiny green feathers and long
bills almost like their mother’s. They
still wore part of their baby-garb — the
when she
And this is the way it was done:
three rows of gray hairs which stuck up
through the glossy feathers on their
backs. Soon the nest grew so crowded
that the little birds took turns standing
on each other’s backs; one, more brave
than the other, even dared perch on the
edge of the nest for a few minutes at a
time.
One day there was a great disturbance
in the oak. One of the baby birds had
fluttered out of his cradle and was sitting,
an awkward, dumpy ball, on the branch
above. He was only three weeks old,
but had learned to move his wings so
rapidly that they looked like a spider's
web on each side of his body when he
tried to fly. He was so frightened at
being out of the nest that he dared not
move again, but clung desperately to the
twig with his tiny, wiry toes. The
mother was so proud of her brave birdie
that she gave him double his share of
food and neglected the other for several
hours. j
Three days afterward when the squir-
rel went to look into the nest it was
empty. They shook their heads and
climbed slowly back to their own nest to
watch,
Both birds had left the nest never to
return to it, but they still lived in the oak.
They soon learned to fly a little and to
play a great deal. They would chase
each other about through the tree, but
would never leave it to alight on any-
thing else. When meal time came they
were always on the outermost branches
of the tree. Their mother fed them here
three weeks longer until the long, hot
days of midsummer came.
When the flowers began to turn their
faces from the scorching sun, and did
not hold so much honey as they once did,
and all the flies and bugs had crept away
into the shade, Mrs. Hummer took the
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little birds to the rose bush to learn how
to get their own living. The roses trem-
bled with delight, and were glad to give
up all the honey they had. The young
Hummers liked the brook and flowers
too well to leave them. They darted
about through the trees and among the
clover and lilies so swiftly that the ferns
called them “living sunbeams.” The
larger birds slighted them because they
could not sing, but they liked being left
alone.
By and by, when the sun did not shine
so brightly and the brook was too cold
to bathe in, the birds began to disappear
one by one. First the blue birds went,
then the orioles, and then the little hum-
ming birds. The trees leaned further
over the brook and whispered to each
other. Then they put on their brightest
dress to coax the birds back. The maple
tried to have its dress as bright as the
feathers of the little Hummers it loved so
well. f
The squirrels and chipmunks were too
busy gathering their winter store of
acorns and nuts to be very lonely, though
they missed the birds. All the flowers
were so sorry the birds were gone that
they hung their heads and would not
look up again. The little rose bush, too,
thought of the Hummers that had vis-
ited it so often and turned ‘each rose,
where they had been, into a big red berry,
for she thought that if they should come
back when she was asleep they could
easily find her. But the birds did not
come back, and the trees and flowers
were all glad when their nice, warm blan-
ket of snow came so that they could go
to sleep, and there they slept all winter.
Clarence H. Eckerson, 1900.
A teacher without enthusiasm is a loaf
without leaven.— Learning by Doing.
The Evening Pow-Wow.
A Jinets,
They have organized an “ Injun band,”
The thousand boys upon our street;
I'm sure no Indians in the land
Our little Indians can beat.
They all come out at six o'clock,
And whoop it up till eight;
. The biggest “copper” on the blocl
Can’t keep those “Injuns”’ straight,
Their list of tawny braves is full,
They have no use for pale-face laws;
‘The chieftain’s name is “Sitting Bull,”
And all the little girls are squaws.
The street repairer came last week —
Italians, roller, brick and sand;
And every urchin on the street
Turned out to join the Indian band
Each setting sun brings some new joy —
They gave the Pow-Wow dance to-day;
Took prisoner a minstrel boy,
And bade the corralled minstrel play.
ee a
*Tis late! I miss the noisy prance,
The dim old lane in quiet rests;
And wearied of the Pow-Wow dance,
Sleep mimic Injuns in their nests.
Sean s,
“Tis easy enough to be pleasant,
When life flows by like a song,
But the man worth the while,
Is the man with a smile,
When everything goes dead wrong.’
—Ella Wheeler Wilcox.
Tt is the aim that makes the man,
and without this he is nothing. The
strong gusts and currents of the world
sweep him this way and that, without
steam or sail to impel, or helm to guide
him. If he is not speedily wrecked or
run aground it is more his good fortune
than good management. We have
never heard a more touching confession
than these words: “ My life is aimless.”—
Spectator.
HID GE CEO, 13
CURRENT VERSE.
Glamour.
O wonder days when heart and I were young,
And all the world was radiant and new;
‘When every little common flower that grew
Interpreted to me an unknown tongue,
Or seemed a fairy bell that late had rung
Its silver peal across the morning dew;
When skies were tapestries of living blue,
And stars a mesh of jewels overhung!
Now is my happy youth fulfilled, and 1
‘Am come to mine inheritance of pain;
Yet does the brightness of the days gone by
Still cast a glory over hill and plain;
Still can I go beneath the open sky
And feel the old world young and strange
again!
— Elizabeth Wilder, in The Atlantic,
Hymn.
O If lamb out in de col’,
De Mastah call you to de fol’,
O Wl Jamb!
He hyeah you bleatin’ on de hill;
Come hyeah an’ keep yo’ mou’nin still,
O Wl lamb!
De Mastah sen’ de Shepad fo'f;
He wandah souf, he wandah no’,
O WY lamb!
He wandah eas’, he wandah wes’;
De win’ a-wrenchin’ at his breas’,
O WY lamb!
Oh, tell de Shepud whaih you hide;
He want you walkin’ by his side,
O WY lamb!
He know you weak, he know you so’;
But come, don’ stay away no mo’,
O Wl lamb!
An’ af’ah while de lamb he hyeah,
De Shepud’s voice a-callin’ cleah —
Sweet li'l’ lamb!
He answah fom de brambles thick,
“© Shepud, [’s a-comin quick ”—
Oli lamb!
—Paul Lawrence Dunbar, in The Century.
Genius.
it has no standard but its own;
It must pursue its path alone,
Through woods unblazed and fields unknown.
— kdward Gilliam, in Lippincott’s Magazine.
Unappreciated Promptness.
(To aN Eprror.)
My writings you return so fast,
I’ve always had a dread
That you remailed them, first and last,
Before they had been read.
Last winter you grew quicker still;
T fancied this must mean
You sent them back, with wondrous skill,
Unopened and unseen.
This spring they all came back so quick
I almost think it true,
You start them toward me, by some trick,
Before they get to you
If your dexterity should be
Increased to some extent,
My poems will get back to me
Before they have been sent.
— Edward Lucas White, in The Century.
Endeavor.
Each human thing can something do,
To help the work along;
God hears the chirp of the cricket,
As he hears the angel’s song.
—John J. 4 Becket, in the Cosmopolitan.
The Night That I Proposed.
‘The night that I proposed to her, how well do
Trecall
‘The way the maiden looked, and how she acted
through it all;
She did not seem one whit disturbed; her
cheeks did not turn pale,
Nor did she blush or wring her hands as in
some lover's tale;
Not sweetly parted were her lips, nor yet too
tightly closed;
She did not heave one gentle sigh, the night
that I proposed.
She did not catch her breath, nor start, nor fall
upon my neck,
Nor tremble like an aspen leaf.
total wreck,
Nor was she yet too self-possessed; but just a
maiden sweet
Who acquiesced in what I said as if it were a
treat
To leave her home and go where we could have
a quiet talk—
‘The night that I proposed to her that we should
take a walk.
—Tom Masson, in The Argosy.
She.was no
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NEWS DEPARTMENT.
Grace D. McGregor,
Florella Hawkey.
Miss Stoneman Honored.
The Woman's Journal of Boston, has
the following notice of Miss Stoneman:
Miss Kate Stoneman, of the New York
State Normal College, has received the
degree of Bachelor of Laws from Union
University. This degree is given by the
University to those who have been ad-
mitted to the bar and have afterwards
taken the prescribed course of study in
the Albany Law School, a department of
Union University.
the first woman in New York State to
pass an examination for admission to the
bar, May 6, 1886. When she afterward
applied to the Supreme Court for admis-
sion she was refused on the ground of
“no precedent.” The New York Legis-
lature was in session at the time, and be-
fore the close of the term of court, a bill
to admit women to the practice of law
had been passed in both branches and
had been signed by the Governor and
Secretary of State. On the last day of
the sitting of the court, May twentieth,
Miss Stoneman again presented her re-
quest, this time reinforced by the new
law, was admitted, and “ established
precedent.” The Constitution of 1894 in-
corporated the law, thus removing the
danger of repeal.
Miss Stoneman prepared herself by the
study of law in a law office, as the Albany
Law School did not then admit women.
Two years ago the door was opened and
Miss Stoneman was the first woman stu-
dent, as also the first woman to gradu-
ate and receive the degree LL. B. from
Union University. During the time she
has continued her work as teacher in the
New York State Normal College, where
she has-been employed since 1866. Her
Miss Stoneman was
work has for motive the advance and
multiplication of opportunities for the
higher education of the young women
of the Empire State.
Alumni Notes.
Miss Mildred Patterson, ’97, is teach-
ing at Bath-on-Hudson.
Miss M. Agnes Taylor, ’93, is teach-
ing in Central Valley.
Miss Anna M. Crans, ’91, returns to
Cornell this year.
Mr. George E. Atwood, ’74, has been
elected principal of a Grammar School
in Newburgh.
Miss Mary B. Williams, ’94, is teach-
ing at Spring Valley.
Miss Laura B. Stafford is teaching at
Bennington, Vt.
Miss Helen E. Pratt, Pd. B., ’96, is
preceptress at Lowville, N. Y.
Mr. Evans S. Parker, A. B., Pd. B.,
’96, is professor of mathematics at the
High School at Johnstown.
The degree of Doctor of Pedagogy has
been conferred on three graduates of this
College: Mr. Carlton M. Ritter, ’72, prin-
cipal of the State Normal College at
Chica, Cal.; Mr. James A. Foshay, ’79,
superintendent of schools at Los An-
geles, Cal.; Mr. Calvin Patterson, °67,
principal of the Girls’ High School,
Brooklyn, N. Y.
Miss Alice M. Jones is teaching the
languages in a private school in Trenton,
New Jersey.
Principal Frank J. Stanbrow, ‘93,
called at the College Saturday, Septem-
ber 24, 18098.
Miss Sherrill, ’93, who is teaching in a
private school at Irvington, N. Y., called
at the College Monday, September 26,
1898.
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Miss Williams, ’93, called at the Col-
lege Monday, September 26, 1898. She
is about to return to Cambridge to com-
plete her course at Radcliffe.
Frances Snyder Nelson, ’97, visited the
College Monday, September 26, 1898.
Miss Arietta Snyder has a position as
critic in the State Normal School at New
Paltz.
Miss Ella M. DeWitt, ’95, formerly
teacher of science in the High School at
Johnstown, has accepted the position as
teacher of the training class there.
Annie R. Kingman, ’91, has secured a
position in a school at Prince Bay, L. I.
Died.— At Denver, Col., September 1,
1898, Aaron B. Pratt, ’53. Interred at
Albany September 26, 1898.
We are sorry to record the death of
John V. Swartwout, ’93, at Cherry Val-
ley, July, 1898. He had occupied the
position of principal of a graded school
there.
Where the June Graduates are
Teaching.
Collegiate Course— Miss Mary L.
Baker, Chatam, N, J.; Miss Sarah Annie
Barker, Howard University, Washing-
ton, D. C.; Miss Emeline Bennett, Hud-
son, N. Y.; Miss Grace M. Bickford,
Watertown, N. Y.; Miss Augusta M.
Britton, Lawrence, N. Y.; Miss Letta B.
Lawrence School, New York
y r. Vernon E. Duroe, Chappaqua,
N. Y.; Miss Gertrude E. Hall, Walton,
N. Y.; Miss Mary J. Leete, Utica, N. Y.;
Mr. Holly W. Maxson, Ashaway, R. I.;
Mr. Junius L. Meriam, Akron, O.
Ella M. Osgood, Akron, O.; Mr. Wm.
M. Strong, Brooklyn, N. Y.; Mr. Arthur
B. Vossler, Crown Point, N. Y.; Mr.
Herbert E. Wilford, Andes, N. Y.
Classical Course— Mr, Edgar W.
Ames, Clarence, N. Y.; Mr. Charles W.
Armstrong, Sag Harbor, N. Y.; Mr.
Charles V. Bookhout, Whitesboro, N.
Y.; Miss Edith M. Brett, Flushing, N.
Y.; Mr. George E. Brownell, Pine Plains,
N. Y.; Miss Laura C. Cassidy, Hudson,
N. Y.; Mr. Walter S. Clark, McKnowns-
ville, N. Y.; Miss Sarah A. Collier, West
Winfield, N. Y.; Mr. Edwin Cornell,
Parish, N. Y.; Miss Ella B. DeWitt,
Warren, O.; Mr. Howard G. Dibble,
Troy, N. Y.; Miss Alice E. Donelly,
Hudson, N. Y.; Miss Helen C. Fritts,
Oneonta, N. Y.; Mr. Edwin F. Green,
Richford, Vt.; Miss Gertrude E. Jones,
Wellsville, N. Y.; Miss Annie E. Karner,
Jamaica, N. Y.; Mr. George C. Lang,
Athens, N. Y.; Mr. James S. Luckey,
Millerton, N. Y.; Miss Olive Lyon,
Fishkill-on-Hudson, N. Y.; Miss Edith
H. Nichols, Elizabeth, N. J.; Miss Edith
C. Race, Richburg, N. Y.; Miss Lenna
E. Reed, Stamford, N. Y.; Miss Eliza-
beth W. Schiffer, Rensselaer, N. Y.;
Miss Eudora N. Wylie, Athens, N. Y.;
Miss Lucy G. Young, Woodside, N. Y.
English Course— Miss Bertha W.
Bagg, Flushing, N. Y.; Miss Elizabeth
Behler, Millerton, N. Y.; Miss Mabel E.
Brookman, Akron, O.; Miss Helena M.
Buckley, Maspeth, N. Y.; Miss Ella L.
Comfort, Peekskill, N. Y.; Miss Henri-
etta C. Erhardt, Locust Valley, N. Y.;
Miss Edith R. Esselstyn, Ballston
Springs, N. Y.; Miss Margaret J. Faw-
cett, Rondout, N. Y.; Miss Georgia M.
Griesbeck, Maspeth, N. Y.; Miss Flor-
ence E. Henry, Hoosick Falls; Miss
Sara F. Goodman, Granville, N. Y.; Miss
Jennie L. Griswold, Peekskill, N. Y.;
Miss Minerva E. Hess, Gloversville, N.
Y.; Miss Norine B. Keating, Staten
Island; Miss Nora M. Lahey, Laurel
Hill, N. Y.; Miss Annie G. Lander, Rich-
16 THE Cw.
mond Hill, N. Y.; Miss Emma R. Leon-
ard, Frankfort, Y.; Mr. Edgar S.
Martin, Tully, N. Miss Margaret T.
McCabe, Lenox, Mass.; Miss Winnifred
M. Moir, Mariner Harbor, N. Y.; Miss
Clara B. Palmer, Akron, O.; Miss Mary
G. Regan, Great Neck, L. Ir, Walter
L. Shubert, Peekskill, N. Miss Edna
Steenbergh, Akron, O.; Miss Edith L.
Stetson, Hunter, N. Y. Mary L.
Telfer, Flushing, N. Y.; Miss Cora Tim-
merman, Oyster Bay, N. Y.; Miss Mar-
garet V. White, Walton, N. Y.; Miss
Harriet E. Wilcox, Stapleton, N. Y.
Special Course— Miss Emma J. Bain-
bridge, Plainfield, N. J.; Miss Frances A,
Brown, Akron, O.; Miss Grace E. Chap-
man, Naugatuck, Ct.; Mis
Cowles, Fabius, N. Miss NV iby
Truman, Saratoga, N. Y.; Miss K. Eloise
Kinnie, Syracuse, N. Y.; Miss Ida M.
Smith, Wellsville, N. Y.; M Martha E.
Smith, Newark, N. J.; Mr. William M.
Wood, Oriskany, N. Y.
Kindergarten Course— Miss Nettie
M. Breakenridge, Fort Plain, N. Y.;
Miss Harriet W. Chapin, New York
city; Miss Edna A. Halsey, Southamp-
ton, N. Y.; Miss Hattie L. Lamp, Rens-
selaer, N. Y.; Miss Anna B. McBride,
Hollis, N. Y.; Miss Margaret F. Powers,
Cohoes, N. Y.; Miss Alice L. Smith,
Rockville Center, N. -Y.; Miss Anna H.
Stewart, Little Neck, N. Y.; Miss Char-
lotte E. Tennant, Akron, O,; Miss E.
May Tennant, Akron, O.
Class of ’gg.
At a regular meeting of the Class of
’99, the following officers were elected:
President, Raymond B. Gurley; first
vice-president, Fannie Pendleton; sec-
ond yice-president, Inez Vinton; secre-
tary, Sadie Wilson; treasurer, Louise
Orcutt.
Jennie A.,
Institutes.
Miss Ida M. Isdell attended an insti-
tute held at Babylon, L. L., the twenty-
first of September.
Dr. William J. Milne attended an in-
stitute at Guilderland Center September
twenty-seventh.
Prof. White attended this same insti-
tute Friday, September thirtieth.
Dr. William J. Milne attended an in-
stitute at Athens Wednesday, September
28, 1808.
Mrs. Margaret S. Mooney will attend
this same institute Thursday, September
twenty-ninth.
Miss M. Harriet Bishop will also at-
tend this institute Friday, September
thirtieth.
Delta Omega.
According to her custom, the Delta
Omega Society is the one to begin
the social gatherings of the College by
giving a reception to the faculty and en-
tering students. On Saturday after-
noon, September the twenty-fourth, from
four to six, a merry company chatted
over their tea cups in the main corridor
of the College building. The guests
were received by the president, Miss
Robinson, and the vice-president, Miss
Norton, assisted by Miss Husted and
Miss Hyde. All seemed to enjoy this
opportunity to get acquainted with each
other outside of college routine.
High School Notes.
The reopening of school caused the
continuation of the Quintilian and
Adelphi literary meetings. There will
be many new members received into
each society,
The Class of ‘99 met on the twenty-
second of September. The purpose of
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the meeting was to get the names of the
graduates in order to form the alpha-
betical list for daily recitations. This
purpose was very favorably received by
the class.
Mr. Hills has left school. He is missed
by his many class friends.
The relatives of the late Mr. Briggs
have kindly given a photograph of him
to each member of the committee that
sent a letter of sympathy to his home.
Married — In Watertown, N. Y., Aug-
ust 31, 1898, by Rev. Tobias Glenn, Mr.
Curtis Weaver, of Millerton, N, Y., and
Miss Mary Pauline Kelley, Class of '97.
Marriages.
Miss Maud Darling Seaton, ’90, and
Mr. Junius Thomas Hooper, Wednes-
day, July 20, 1898, at twelve o'clock, in
St. John’s church, Richfield Springs, N.
Y. At home after September tenth, 510
Front street, Ashland, Wis.
Miss Luella Galation, ’92, and Mr.
James Walter Terry, on Thursday, July
14, 1898, at 61 Courtney avenue, New-
burgh, N. Y.
Miss Mary Millard, ’98, and Mr.
Franklin Hatch, Monday, June 20, 1898,
Albany, N. Y. At home Mondays at 84
Maple street, West Roxbury, Mass.
Miss Isabella Brown and Mr. William
Seymour Twitchell, ’89, Wednesday,
August 31, 1898, Paterson, N. J.
Miss Louisa May Coughtry to Mr.
Frank Lester Damon, Wednesday, July
20, 1898, Slingerlands, N. Y.
Miss Eloise C. Whitney, ’94, and Mr.
James Worthley, of Michigan, June,
1898.
There is much rejoicing over. the $50,000
giit of Andrew Carnegie to the town of Dum-
fries, Scotland, for the purpose of building a
public library.— Ex.
EXCHANGE DEPARTMENT.
Fannie M. Pendleton,
Gertrude M. Vroom.
Among the Colleges.
The department of naval architecture
has been transferred from the Naval
Academy at Annapolis, to the Massachu-
setts Institute of Technology,
now has the fullest and most complete
course in that subject to be found any-
where in this country.
which
Wellesley College began the year with
an unusually large class.
The entering class at Tuft’s Medical
College numbers seventy. The total
registration is 250.
The first college base ball game of
note was played between Syracuse Uni-
versity and Cornell at Ithaca, September
twenty-first.
Cornell.
Rush Medical College, Chicago, is to
be affiliated with the University of Chi-
cago. This will add a faculty of seventy
members and 700 students.
The Teachers’ College of New York
city has become a department of Colum-
bia University. The college was founded
in 1887, and its buildings represent gifts
amounting to $1,000,000.
Score, 28 to o in favor of
Notes for September.
This is the time for the blue gentian.
September is the squirrel’s delight.
The Virginia creeper is the first plant
to change color in September. It be-
comes a bright red.
Have you been cocoon hunting?
Butterflies are now numerous. The
yellow butterflies are the last to leave.
The sparrows enjoy the feasts of Sep-
tember.
Sumachs are rich in berries.
Insects are happy in the early Sep-
18 THE eGo,
tember evenings. They are numerous
and very lively.
The witch-hazel is in bloom; it is also
in fruit. The blossom and the ripening
nuts may be seen side by side.
The golden rod is at its height.—
American Teacher.
The educational advantages we have
make further
When the ideal of yesterday becomes the
reality of to-day new ideals rise upon this
foundation. Each achievement calls for
others that are still grander. Improve-
ments in modes of communication, of
travel, of manufactures, in the conyeni-
ences that make life more and more
worth the living have come in rapid suc-
cession, and still greater surpris
These marked advances in
so many lines, which are so
adapted to promote our well being, call
for greater mental alertness, broader
comprehension, a higher ethical and in-
tellectual culture, and this demand must
be met if we would make our progress
It can be met only by the
more liberal education of the masses. The
duty in hand is to remedy existing in-
equalities by extending as rapidly as pos-
sible the advantages of our High School
system.— Ex.
advancement necessary.
‘sare in
store for us.
well
symmetrical.
There is a story told of a little boy
who, on being taken to a kindergarten
was disappointed. ‘ Why,” said the lit-
tle fellow, “it isn’t a garden at all.” Let
us who are to become teachers of kinder-
gartens, pledge ourselves to remove this
reproach by bringing flowers and having
the children do so, by having plants
growing in the windows and on the
piano and by encouraging the children to
plant and bring the flowers to their
school rooms
In the Realm of Pedagogy.
It is better to teach the child how to
find out facts than to teach him the facts
themselves.— Learning by Doing.
Philosophy is to be judged upon its
own merits and entirely aside from the
philosopher. Nothing is more common
than to find men who are philosophers in
theory but fools in practice — Learning
by Doing.
“ Power and skill in teacning and gov-
erning are developed by teaching and
Hence the need of oppor-
Selected.
governing.
tunity for practice.”-
Professional teaching can only be done
by professional teachers. Professional
teachers are those who take time to pre-
pare themselves for the work.—
We believe that those who study boys
and girls for the love of child study, for
the love of science, rather than for the
love of children, will in time be obliged
to confess that they have lost the power
to appreciate the highest and the best
that is in the child — E
The teaching of law in the elementary
schools is being seriously discussed in
Germany.— Learning by Doing.
One of the most potent factors in a
man’s life is habit. Thi
hand with character, or it is even better
to strengthen the statement by saying
that character is the result of habit.
Hamilton Review.
Massachusetts has the first law pro-
hibiting vivisection in the schools.— Ex.
goes hand in
Music is a branch of culture which has
come to stay.
ing that cannot be lost without human
life, as we live it, being diminished. The
greatest minds of modern times have
poured out the best they had for the
world through its means. It has passed
It is an expression of feel-
r
r
b
We
AVahs MSC a6), 19
the experimental stage; it has found for
itself a message, and it has delivered a
portion of it— Ex,
The following is a copy of a sign in a
remote Georgia county: “A Few Bright
Scholars Takin to Lern Writin, Spellin
an Figgers.”
sign, asked the principal where he had
graduated. The principal pointed to a
cotton field near by and said: “ Right
over thar, in under a July sun.”— E
A traveler, noticing the
The aim of education is to so train the
pupil physically, intellectually and mor-
ally, that he may become the highest type
of an American citizen.
The object of education is to develop
the physical and mental faculties of the
pupil, thus enabling him to better per-
form the duties and meet the responsi-
bilities of life — Ex.
Worry is the child of unbelief; it is
the child of distrust.— The Best in Print.
A good teacher is sensible; a sensible
teacher is sympathetic; a sympathetic
teacher is humane.— Educational Ga-
zette.
A teacher who has forgotten how he
felt as a child, lacks an essential for a
good disciplinarian.— Ex.
Because a child is slow we must not
count him dull. Slow boys and girls
have made quick men and women.— Ex,
Faith, love, courage, patience, sympa-
thy, self-control, enthusiasm and com-
mon sense are the ayenues that lead to
the children’s hearts— Ex.
Do not make tug boats out of your-
selves to pull your pupil through the
Act as a rudder to guide them.
If patient, the storm will soon pass—
Ex.
Let every child have access to the
school library. Lending the books to
waye.
those only who obtain high rank is bad.
Often the ones who need the books most
never get them.— Ex.
A system of public schools similar to
our own is to be organized in Cuba, but
the English language instead of the
Spanish will be taught. There will soon
bea call for teachers for this work. Here
will be an opportunity to escape the
rigors of a northern winter.— Ex.
If things seem to go altogether wrong
in the school room, see if the physical
conditions of the room are what they
should be.
In teaching never repeat a pupil’s an-
swer, and never be a visionary educator.
Neyer suppose mental activity and never
be a reckless adventurer.
crooked conservative and never set your-
self up as faultless— Ex.
Never be a
There should be almost as many
methods as there are pupils.“ "Tis they
who with all are just the same, more often
than their pupils are to blame.”— Ex.
Children soon learn to wait. for the
“thunder clap.” Never, then, begin by
trying to startle a class into attention.
Attention thus gained is not healthy.—
Ex:
The literary man may be careless in his
dress and habits but the teacher must not
be. He is patterned after as is no other
professional man.— American Teacher.
The teacher whose influence never
crosses the threshold of the school room
door may find her work torn down out-
side of it as fast as she builds up inside.
Ex,
It has been said that the teacher who
trains our children rightly is training our
grandchildren, and that the influence of a
noble teacher will be felt for eternity
Ex.
20 DAE
In Lighter Vein.
“Jokes of all kinds, ready cut and dry.”
“Laugh and be fat, sir.”
—Ben Jonson.
A shrewd little fellow who had just
begun to study Latin, astonished his
teacher by saying: “ Vir, a man; gin, a
trap; virgin, a man-trap.”— Ex.
“How goes it now at college, John?”
A father thus petitioned,
Quickly came the answer back,
“Tm yery well conditioned.”
— Ex.
“Johnnie,” said his papa, “ who is the
laziest boy in your class?”
*T dun no.”
“Why, surely you must. Who is he,
who, when the rest are studying,. sits
idly gazing about the room?”
“ The teacher.”— Ex.
Teacher — ‘“* Compare ill.”
Smart Volunteer—“ Til, sick, dead.”
— Ex.
Customer —“ Do you suppose you
can take a good picture of me?”
Photographer — “TJ shall have to an-
swer you in the negative, sir.”— Pic-Me-
Up.
Absent-minded Professor (in the bath
tub) —“ Well, well; now I have forgot-
ten what I got in here for.”— Fliegende
Blatter.
According to a Missouri coroner’s
jury, the deceased “ came to his death by
being struck by a railroad train in the
hands of a receiver.”— Crypt.
Teacher —“ What happens when a
man’s temperature goes down as far as
it can go?”
Smart Boy —‘ He cold
ma’am.” — Yonkers Statesman.
has feet,
“Put me down as one who loved his
fellow-men,” murmured the cannibal on
his deathbed.
BEHO.
“What do you regard as the most re-
liable weather report, professor?”
“ Thunder.”— Best in Print.
Said a member of a household econo-
mic association to a lady of society:
“The city water is so full of animalcules.
I wonder you dare drink it as itis. We
always boil ours.”
“Dear me!” returned Mrs. Mundane,
“what a distressing thought. I'd rather
be an aquarium than a graveyard, so I
drink mine raw Judge.
Subscriber — “ Why is my paper al-
ways damp?”
Editor — “ Because there is so much
due on it.”— Ex,
“Why, Teddy, dear, what is the mat-
ter? Don’t you like asparagus?”
“Yes, Mrs, Birchum, but the handles
are so hot.”
“That remains to be seen,” said the
boy when he spilt the ink — Ex.
Raw Recruit (on duty) —“ Who goes
there?”
Answer — “A friend.”
Raw Recruit — “Advance, friend, an’
gie’s a pipe o’ baccy.”— Ex.
The Court — “ Now, gentlemen, let us
take up the disputed points in the case.”
How does this strike you? “May I
have the exquisite beatitude of escorting
thee over the intervening space between
thy permanent domicile and the edifice
erected for the worship of the Divine
Being, while the nocturnal luminary is
shedding his bounteous rays from the
starry ether? ”— Ex.
Punctuate the following in a way that makes
it true:
Eyery lady in the land
Has twenty nails on either hand
Five and twenty on hands and feet
And this is true without deceit.
— Selected.
Aes)
REVIEW DEPARTMENT.
M. Louise Watson.
Edna M. Fisher,
Selections from Jean Paul Friedrich
Richter, edited, with introduction and
notes, by George Stuart Collins, Ph. D.,
professor of the German language and
literature in the Polytechnic Institute of
Brooklyn, N. Y. Flexible cloth. 12mo.
163 pages. Price, 60 cents. American
Book Company, New York, Cincinnati
and Chicago.
This book is intended for students who
have attained a certain mastery of that
language. While the selections are such
as a mature mind can better understand
and appreciate, yet their mere difficulty
should not discourage the reader. His
sentences are often complicated and he
is prone to interrupt the plain course of
argument with some simile or metaphor
drawn from his vast reading. But not-
withstanding these faults, he shows him-
self master of a clear, forcible style and
scarcely a sentence fails to reward the
reader for his pains in conquering its
meaning.
The parts chosen for this volume do
not show the difficulties of his style at
their worst, although those who can read
them with any degree of ease need not
fear the perusal of other and longer writ-
ings. The general and special introduc-
tions and linguistic notes will be found
very helpful by the student.
It is the earnest hope of the compiler
of this publication that it may incite in
some a desire to cultivate a more inti-
mate acquaintance with one of Ger-
many’s great authors, once so deservedly
appreciated and now, apparently, as un-
deservedly neglected.
“A Short Course in Music.” Natural
Music series, by Frederick H. Ripley,
principal of the Longfellow School, Bos-
ton, and Thomas Tapper, examiner in
ECHO,
theory, American College of Musicians.
Book I, for Elementary Graders, price 35
cents. Book II, for Advanced Grades,
nearly ready. American Book Com-
pany, New York, Cincinnati and Chi-
cago.
21
This series, complete in two volumes,
is designed for graded or ungraded
schools in which a more complete course
is deemed impracticable. The work em-
bodies the principles and merits of the
authors’ larger work, “The Natural
Course in Music,” of recent phenomenal
success. The familiar songs which form
the basis for elementary instruction in
both books are such as should be known
and enjoyed by every pupil in the land
as a beginning of a musical education.
Interspersed among these are graded ex-
ercises and many directions useful to
teachers. The numerous portraits of fa-
mous authors and composers with which
the books are illustrated are of great edu-
cational value.
cises in two and three parts in simple
form, and an appendix which is a sum-
of theory. From the excellent col-
lection of songs these books could be
used in addition to any text book for in-
teresting and profitable supplementary
work,
Book TI contains exer-
mar
Hezekiah Butterworth, who has writ-
ten several popular juvenile books, has
in press with D. Appleton & Co. “The
Pilot of the Mayflower,” which should
have a permanent historical value be-
sides its interest as fiction. Mr. Butter-
worth describes the scenes preceding the
sailing of the Pilgrims and attending the
voyage, and he pictures the early days
at Plymouth. The illustrations will in-
clude views of Plymouth Rock and other
actual scenes at Plymouth, together with
pictures which aim to reproduce
glimpses of life of the first settlement.
22 THE EEO:
The Review of Reviews for Septem-
ber contains articles of special interest for
all. Mr. Henry McFarland writes inter-
estingly of the rapid rise to prominence
of Secretary William R. Day. We rarely
find a man so little known as was Mr.
Day before the war, to rise so rapidly to
world wide prominence.
instances where the occasion shows the
It is one of the
real man.
The two articles on Prince Bismarck
by Charles Lowe and William T. Stead
have more than a passing interest. They
are both funds of information for the
student who would know well the Grand
Old Man of Germany.
Messrs. Houghton, Mifflin & Co. send
an advance
ments. The list contains four illustrated
holiday books of interest — Lew Wal-
lace’s “The Fair God,” Hawthorne §
“ House of Seven Gables,” * Be-
ginnings of New England,” and Dickens’
“Child’s History of England.” Other
noteworthy features are Cambridge edi-
tions of Tennyson Milton, several
new volumes of fiction by Gilbert Parker,
Mrs. Burnham, Arlo Bates and a new
book of short stories By the late Edward
3ellamy, author of “Looking Back-
copy of their fall announce-
Fiske’s
and
ward;” biography and reminiscences, by
Dr. E. E. Hale and Mrs. Julia Ward
Howe.
Messrs. Henry Holt & Co. will shortly
issue “ A Concise Dictionary of Greek
and Roman Antiquities,” edited by F.
Warre Cornish, M. A., vice-provost of
Eton College. While based on Sir Wil-
liam Smith’s famous work, it is not a
mere abridgment, but is thoroughly up
to date, and gains in compactness by
combining several smaller articles of the
parent work under new headings, The
book will be a very light, handy 8vo. of
about 800 pages, and contains about
1,100 illustrations.
The Holy Cross Purple, published by
the students of Holy Cross College,
Worcester, Mass., is primarily a society
number, but the articles which will at-
tract the attention of the general reader
are those on “ The Lawyer ” Popu-
‘allacies About Lawyers.” The first
article shows that in the court room the
lawyer displays character and not simply
his ability to plead. One point that is
yery well put is that while jurymen may
not know the sciences and the classics,
they are withal presumably men of
sound judgment and common sense.
The lawyer who thinks that these men
are not charmed by a poetical or an his-
torical allusion is in error, but more than
all else they will be most impressed by a
plain, fair and honest argument. The
lawyer who speaks after the manner of
Othello, “ speak of me as I am, nothing
extenuate nor set down aught in mal-
ice,” generally carries the good will of
the jury with him, while the opposite ef-
fect is produced by the lawyer who, in
the words of Portia, says “the court
awards it and the law doth give it.”
The article on “Popular Fallacies
About Lawyers,” is a scholarly paper.
The fallacies may be summed up in these
words: Lawyers, “for a consideration,”
are ready to make the worse appear the
better reason. And we might add,
lawyers “are regarded by some as hu-
man vultures that feed upon the quarrels
of mankind. * * * By others they
are looked upon as men who, having no
hope of happiness in the next world,
make the most of the opportunities in
this.” Those most charitably inclined
regard them as “ necessary nu
The author is himself a lawyer and it
is needless to say that he has strongly
defended the integrity of his profession.
and “
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