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XXII OCTOBER, 1911. No. 2
Literary Department.
CHAUTAUQUA.
Nestling ’mong emerald hills,
Fringed by beauteous trees,
Watered by dancing rills,
Lulled by humming bees,
Thrilled by song of the thrush,
Kissed by sunny skies,
Peaceful at noonday hush,
Our Lake Chautauqua lies. ‘
Racuer A, Grisworp.
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CHAUTAUQUA THE YEAR ROUND.
By Chautauqua I do not mean that fenced-in little summer
‘city on the shores of the Indians’ “Beautiful Waters,” nor yet
do I mean the land immediately surrounding this lovely sheeet
of water; but I mean that whole territory extending from the
sandy stretches and rocky cliffs of Lake Erie to about thirty
miles towards the south. And in telling of this territory I shall
not only try to picture the land beyond the view of the summer
visitor, but, also, the land as it appears during those seasons
when no city wayfarer frequents it. By way of introduction I
shall briefly discuss its topography, and its history and tradition
before the day when the city began to send its hordes out for a
summer playtime.
‘Chautauqua County has a northern frontage of about forty
miles on Lake Erie and extends southward for about thirty
miles as an average distance. It is bounded both on the west and
south by the State of Pennsylvania, and on the east by Cattarau-
gus and Erie Counties.
‘A. narrow strip along the northern portion is low and almost
perfectly level, and it is in this section that the main part of the
“ orape-belt ” lies. Not many miles back from thé Erie there
is an abrupt rise, where the foothills of the Alleghanies begin.
The.abruptness of this rise may be distinctly shown by figures.
Lake Chautauqua, famed for its high and healthful altitude, is
ten miles from Lake Erie, and between these two lakes there is
an ascent of eight hundred feet. Taking into account the fact
that the land is level for about three miles back from Lake Erie,
one can see that the ascent is over one hundred feet for every
mile. The greatest altitude of the county is nineteen hundred
feet above sea level, but it is only through the northern and
central portions that the hills are at all precipitous.
There was a time when this country did not bear its present
name, nor did other counties and states of the white man exist;
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nor did the distances and heights have measurements in feet and
miles. Then the Indians hunted in Chautauqua’s forests and.
fished upon its sparkling lakes. The first white man to penetrate
and explore this region found it an unbroken wilderness, with
but few traces of living man; yet there were unmistakable signs
of an ancient people that had dwelt there and built their mounds.
These people were the Mound Builders. But, beyond their scat-
tered monuments, they left no trace; when they came or how long
they remained is not known. Someone has written these lines of
them:
“ But they are gone
With their old forests wide and deep,
And we have built our houses upon
The fields ‘where their generations sleep.
Their fountains slake our thirst at noon,
Upon their fields our harvest waves ;
Our lovers woo beneath their moon —
Then let us'spare, at least, their graves! ”
Between the days of the Mound Builders and the European
invaders there is no authentic information concerning the races
that peopled this country. But we know that savages and bar-
barians were there and that they loved the land and that they
left many beautiful traditions to add to an already exquisite
paradise.
The name of Chautauqua is, without doubt, of Indian origin,
but it has probably not come down to us in the form which the
Indians had it. There are many conjectures as to both its mean-
ing and origin. Some claim that it was the Indian Connewango,
which the French changed to Tchadakoin. ‘This name then, so it
is said, underwent many slight variations until it received its
present spelling and pronunciation. Others say ‘that the name
means, in the Indian, “ Beautiful Waters,” and still others,
“ Bag tied in the middle.” The latter signification was conjec-
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tured from the fact that the lake, from which the county receives
its name, is wide at either end but very narrow at the middle.
Tn allusion to the mist arising from the lake at times, it has been
said that the name means “ foggy place.” On account of the
great height it may be that it means “high up.” Yet another
meaning may be “ place of easy death,” which, in the Seneca
tongue, is “ Ja-da-qua.” This last idea is the result of a legend.
A young squaw ate of a root that created in her a great thirst.
She bent down to drink of the water of the lake and disappeared
forever. Thereafter the Indians alluded to the place as “ Ja-da-
qua.”
But whatever the origin of the name, Chautauqua it is and
shall be, for no other name could possibly fit. The mystery ot
this name, in a way, binds it firmly to the mysterious beauty of
which Chautauqua boasts. The early pioneers felt this mystery
of beauty, their descendants and the later comers were charmed
by it, and the tradesmen, passing over the old Portage Road, were
made to forget for a few fleeting hours, that they were dwelling
in a world of “ trade and barter.”
Then there were forests with their dense beauty, but to-day
when many of those forests have been cleared away, is it any the
less beautiful? No—, not even the buzzing civilization with its
cultivated fields and noisy towns can detract from the strange
and wild, yet comforting and tranquil attractiveness.
In the early part of the year the land towards the north first
feels the presence of spring. There the wild ducks are first seen
off shore; there the frosty nights and sunny days first fill the air
with fragrance of sap and maple sugar; there the buds first begin
to swell slowly on the trees. Then some morning you awaken
to find tender, young green everywhere. The anemones and
hepaticas peep forth next. By this time the hills off to the south
-have grown a faint, misty, greenish blue, and soon the little
woods-flowers start there also. You wander out along the railroad
track, breathing in the glorious air and sunshiue, and wondering
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at the blue of the sky, until you find yourself in amongst a world
of “ spring beauties.”’ And not only in the woods are the flowers,
but in every crevice of the rocky gullies. Before long a faint line
of white gleams in the north and then it spreads and spreads
back up the hills and away to the south. It seems as though
every tree were filled with pink and white blossoms and with
songs of birds. Why, it is so wonderful that the birds must sing,
even though nest-building is well under way. One day you arise
with the rosy sun and caroling birds. The slightest breeze fills
the air with petals. It is beautiful, yet you could almost weep,
because the misty whiteness will soon be gone. Suddenly you
sniff the air,— violets! Im an instant you are prone upon the ~
ground, filling your hands delightfully with the modest purple
violets that grow so profusely everywhere. You have been watch-
ing for them for days, but only yesterday the buds were ever so
small. How could they have blossomed in the night? Ere long,
however, the violets go and the roses come.
The roses are welcome heralds, for they announce that, unbe-
known to you, spring has melted into summer. Now it is that
the rows upon'rows of grape vines are covered with their huge,
triple-pointed leaves, that the hills are green and blue, that the
sky is blue and white, that the fields of grain, dotting here and
there, are white and gold, and that the orchards on the slopes
begin to show tiny green fruit. Now the tourists have come to
the lake and the deep, mournful sound of the steamer’s whistle
is heard, and the wild screech of the trolley becomes more audible.
The lake lies in shimmering blue and the hills that slope gently
away from it are the bluest hills you ever saw. On the hottest
day there is always a cooling breeze and the nights are sublime.
Days and days of perfect summer weather linger long about the
hills and lowlands and gulches, and each day seems more lovely
than the one preceding.
Perhaps — oh, yes, most assuredly —a few storms help in
bringing about variation. The storms of Chautauqua are real
a
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storms and well worthy of description. The lightning flashes
vividly, the thunder rolls-deafeningly and the rain drives down in
such sheets that one cannot see farther than a few rods. ‘Trees
are sent crashing to the earth, barns filled with grain are put in
flames, and the lakes froth and foam and beat wildly upon their
shores. Then of a sudden it is all over, dazzling sunshine falls
upon the dripping objects, and the bow, God’s sign of peace,
spans the sky.
*Tis a pity such days of sunshine and storm cannot last, but
they must come to an end as all things do. The bold, brilliant
flowers frighten away the last of the summer guests and the last
day of summer. The leaves turn gold and red and fall from the
trees, apples cover the ground, tons after tons of grapes are
harvested, the corn is packed in sheaves, the golden pumpkins are
gathered in, and at last every shrub, bush, tree, and vine is
stripped bare. Drizzling autumnal rains set in and cold, chill
winds and frosts come, first to the higher lands and then to the
lower. Usually early November has a slight snowfall, followed
by a few days — sometimes weeks —of glorious Indian Sum-
mer; but by Thanksgiving everything is white.
Now December advances and at Christmas-tide one is well
aware that winter has come. The lowlands have less snow than
the upperlands, where the drifts shut all in for months. But
what coasting, what sleighing, what skating! Great merriment is
going on continually, while the ‘white world lies, apparently
asleep, waiting for the bluebird’s call to arouse it in the spring.
Racuen ‘A. Griswoxp, 1914.
DAD AND YOU.
‘You were pals, Dad and you, and how vivid is the memory of
the times you roamed the fields and woods with Dad. Perhaps
it was a day in early spring and hard play all the afternoon had
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made you very tired, but when Dad came home about five o’clock
you jumped up and ran to meet him and he said:
“ Hello, kid, want to take a walk?”
Your quick reply was:
“You bet!”
Then off together up the railroad track you went while he
held your hand and steadied your wobbly walk on the rail, and,
when your foot slipped off, it was sure to sink into the spongy
cinders where the frost was all out, instead of on the ties. But
Dad did not object to Cety shoes. He just laughed and said:
“ Try again, kid; you’ve fo so much real estate on your fee
it ought to hold you in place.”
By and by you left the track and went under a culvert ml
followed a cow-path that led down to a little brook which directly
flowed around a bend and lost itself in a good-sized pool, deep
now from the spring rains, but decidedly alluring. Dad and you
stopped here and told how, if it were not so late in the afternoon,
you would go swimming, even if it was early spring. Then you
sat down on an old stump near a clump of willows that were
just beginning to send out tiny, slender leaves of bright, shiny
green. Dad took out his knife and immediately you asked:
“ What are you going to make?” and he said:
“ Guess.”
So you watched him cut a willow whip about as big around as
his little finger. He looked it over carefully and finally cut off
a piece four inches long that had no buds nor knots on it. Then
he cut a ring around the bark an inch from one end and tapped
the other end with his knife handle. You watched very closely
and when he pulled on the bark and three inches of it came off
whole it seemed like magic. He made more cuts and notches and
then slipped the bark on again, handed it to you and said:
iT Blow.” .
So you blew, and that was your introduction to willow whistles.
Another spring day Dad and you climbed way up on top of the
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sand bank and looked off the edge at the whole world. Silver
ribbons far below Dad said were rivers where you went rowing
in summer, and a black, legless bug that crawled along beside
them was a trolley car. Away beyond were hills and mountains
so small that they looked like a lot of mud-pies stuck together,
_ and their sides were like a checker-board, the way the woods and
ploughed fields were scattered over them. When this view grew
‘ tiresome, Dad cut some alder shoots and then took out the pith
and made little, tumbly men of it by putting lead at one end
and pinching the edge off so the bottom was rounded, and made
a pop-gun of the stalks. Those were happy times when Dad and
you took short, late-afternoon walks, but best of all were the
summer vacations when you could spend weeks at a time with
Dad.
On these trips Vermont was always the goal. Dad liked Ver-
mont, so of course you did too. You loved the trunk packing,
which invariably included a search all over the house for the
trunk straps, while the dog sat in the back-ground with a patheti-
cally mournful cast of countenance, for he knew that trunks sent
away meant lonesome days for him. Finally you. were really
on the train and it was moving, taking you faster and faster every
ininute to the little lake in the Green Mountains. You sat in
the seat with Dad and talked about the towns and fields and cows
and canals and rivers that were passed until you became restless.
Then Dad took you to the end of the train where you stood with
him a long time watching the receding: rails go together. After
that you were contented to sit down again and watch for a stone
fence. As soon as you saw one you shouted, so the whole carfull
could hear:
“Dad, Dad, here comes Vermont! ”
A stone fence always meant Vermont to you and that sign of
the admired state was welcome as if it had been a living being.
At last your station was reached and Dad and you jumped off
the train the very first ones, and ran around the corner to the
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hitching posts to see if the team was there. It was, of course,
ard the sleepy horses put their noses down to you for the sticky
lumps of sugar that were always in your pockets. The hired man
ted the trunks on back and Dad and you climbed into the front
scat with him and he said, after looking at you closely:
“My, but you’ve growed,” and then in a few minutes:
“Want to drive?”
Of course you did, and when the stony, down-hill part of the
read was reached you held the reins good and tight and kept a
careful eye on the horses who, big clumsy beasts that they were,
picked their way as daintily as deer and had absolutely no inten-
tion of trotting, but. when the hired man said:
“ By gol, you’re strong! You couldn’t have held ’em in like
that last year,” you sat up stiff and straight, your chest all puffed
cut with pride.
The next day Dad and you went for a walk up the hill back of
tle house, and that was a funny hill too, for you never could
reach the top. Always there was just another rise to climb, and
when you reached the top of that there was still another. So you
and Dad climbed up half way and then turned off into a little
ysne grove. The pine trees were young and grew close together,
so it was hard to walk through the grove, but Dad went ahead
and held the branches aside for you, so they would not scratch.
Just the same, you were glad when the other side of this grove
was reached. Here Dad discovered an old road which you wanted
to follow. It led deep into the woods between thick, tall trees
with huge clumps of fungus growing on their trunks. It was
dark and damp in there and you felt just a little bit uneasy, not
frightened, of course, so you walked quite close to Dad and
finally took hold of his hand, so you could look for wintergreen
and Indian pipes without stumbling. Suddenly you saw some-
thing white by the roadside, and jumped hack against Dad. He
looked, and then laughed. You laughed too, then, for of course it
is a joke to find a cow’s rib in the road. But there was more than
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one rib. In fact there were so many Dad said three cows at
least must have died there, and sure enough, there were three
skulls. You were very brave by now and picked up a queer
bone that Dad said was a part of the spinal column. You took it
home and cleaned it and you have it yet on your desk, where it
makes a fine candle stick.
That night, back at the farm house, the hired man told all
about the cows, how they were killed and dragged to the woods
in the winter and how a panther had come and picked the meat all
off their bones. The panther used to howl and shrick, the hired
man said, and once he came right up near the house and screamed
enough to make your blood freeze. Somehow you did not want
to go to bed that night, and when bedtime came at last, you kept
on the other side of the room from the piece of spinal column,
and held Dad’s hand until you went to sleep, for you were afraid
he might be scared of the panther.
But in the morning, when the sun was shining, nobody cared
about panthers, and you ate a big breakfast and then went out on
the lake with Dad. That was the morning he taught you how to
row. It was not hard to learn, you had watched him so many
times. Really the most confusing thing was to back-water with
one oar and pull on the other. Dad could turn the boat around
in a second that way, but it took you several minutes, and in the
meantime the boat drifted all over the lake. Dad was patient
though, and you finally learned to row almost as well as he.
The memory of those days spent with Dad will always be with
you, and you will look back on them with pleasure, and also with
regret that they can never come again. i
Marton Burton, 1914.
Taz Ecuo. Bye
THE LOST TRAIL,
The boss at Lazy N ranch was supposed to have great influence;
but I had learned that whisky had nine chances to my one. ‘Three
men would have been able to take the products to town, but all
the boys insisted on going. This left me, now for the fourth day,
holding forty cows, with only a Mexican greaser for help, and he
was as good as useless. On the day of this incident he was com-
plaining of a headache, and remained in the shack, even refusing
to bring out my lunch at noon. As night came on my dog and I
coralled the cows alone. I was totally unprepared for the sight
that met my eyes as I returned from the coral. In the gathering
dusk I saw a girlish figure seated on a gray cow-pony.
“ Good evening,” said a voice that threatened to break. “ Can
you please tell me whether this is the right road to San An-
tonio?”
“San Antonio?” I replied in astonishment. “ Why, you are
miles from there. Where did you start from?”
“ Brown’s ranch—ten miles out. I went through a cut.
The sun was low and the sand was full of trails; I must be lost.’’
“You sure are; you’re due west of there and I don’t know
where to take you. JI am sure sorry for you.”
“Tm all tired out. I must have help from gome one I can
trust. Both father and Uncle Bill will be grateful for any favors
shown me.”
It was a bad time for me to leave, but here was a case of neces-
sity. This young lady must have a guide and I found myself
seized by the spirit of adventure.
“Well,” I replied after a few minutes thought,, “ all I can
think of is to take you to the Junction, ten miles by the trail.
You can stay there till morning, then take the train for San An-
tonio. Ill bring your pony back and start him for Brown’s with
a note in the saddle, so your people won’t be frightened by him
coming in from the wrong direction.”
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“But VPve no money with me; I never thought of needing
money.”
“ T have a five-dollar bill; you can take that, if you want it.”
“T am afraid V’ll have to accept your kind offer; but I awfully
hate to impose on a stranger.”
T told her I would start as soon as I got something to eat, but
she said she had lunch with her and that she would divide later on,
so we rode silently out on the trail. I gave her to understand in a
few words that I was going to do the best I could for her, and that
there was no great danger. ‘Timidity gradually left us both, and
when we were half through the sand hills we were more like com-
rades than like strangers thrown together by chance. As the ride
proceeded I encouraged her to talk, for her narratives of school
and social life opened doors that had always been barred to me.
At last we came to a grassy plot. We dismounted, and 1
picketed the ponies, so they could not wander along the trails.
When I discovered a good rock I invited my charge to utilize it
for a chair. ;
“ Will you get the lunch out of my saddte-pocket; I’m so stiff
and tired?” came the voice from the rock. I started forth
gladly, thinking how I could soon appease my hunger. I fished
up a package of lunch about as large as a government gift of
seeds. I must say I experienced a sinking spell, but rallied and
took the treasure to her.
“ Now,” she said, “ there are two chicken sandwiches, an apple
turnover and two sugar cookies. I did not eat before because I
was so worried about being lost, and I’m so glad I waited. You
can have both sandwiches, because you lost your dinner; we’ll
divide the rest.”
I declared two chicken sandwiches would tetotally upset my
digestion, chicken and my system being at dagger’s points. I was
almost afraid of one, but would risk it, providing she would take
the other. She consented to this after several false statements on
my part. The sandwich was a delicious morsel; I almost tasted
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it as it went down. The half turnover was a dream — a brief
and flitting one — and I managed to get the flavor of the cooky.
“Tm afraid you haven’t had quite enough,” she said gravely.
“T could have managed more; but, then I have’ a natural
tendency to over-eat. Some one is a fine cook.”
“Oh, I cooked the things,” she said proudly. ‘I always help
auntie.”
“Here is a bit of advice for you: if it ever falls to your lot
to cook for a rancher, cook great pans of those cookies.”
This remark of mine undoubtedly caused her to feel I was on
dangerous ground and needed warning.
“ T — I’m going to cook for a dry-goods man.”
“Dry goods? Humph! Girl’s work — unless he’s the pro
prietor.” I suspect there was a touch of sarcasm in my voice.
“Oh, he’s our head clerk. I’m a clerk, too, but I don’t care
much for the work. One sees too much of the narrow side of
people, and then one has so little time to one’s self. Up at uncle’s
there’s so much time, and it’s so pleasant and quict. I always
spend my vacations there.”
I saw she was trying to escape from the subject she had con-
scientiously introduced.
“Do you read much?” she ventured.
“When I can get the books and the time; both are very hard
for me to get. Why, are you reading something special?”
“Oh, a series of splendid articles about Napoleon, and his
battles. If there’s ever another battle like Austerlitz I’d like to
be in it,— that is, if I were a man.”
“Well, women can send their hearts to battle,” I cautiously
remarked.
“Yes, indeed, but they don’t meet Napoleons. There are no
more Napoleons. b>
“ Why, is’nt your head clerk one?”
“Oh, he’s so different. He’s a splendid clerk, but he’s not
like Napoleon; nobody is these days.”
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More and more weary grew my companion. When conversa-
tion stopped I took it up where she let it fall, telling her incidents
of ranch life and the corals. Everything seemed easy now, and
I could be pleasant, with Napoleon and the dry goods clerk in the
background. At the last jump-off she groaned when I helped her
from the saddle, lost her footing and slipped down on a sand hill.
“There,” I said, as I steadied her, “ why, you can hardly
stand.”
“Tt was an accident,” she protested weakly. “If I ever get
home I have you to thank for it.” She said this in tones of utter
despair.
It was about midnight when we entered the Junction and
paused in the light. I studied her so intently my gaze drew hers
in return. What I saw was a wide hat, golden brown hair, beauti-
ful face and, crowning all, an air of daintiness.
“ Why did you whistle that way?’ she asked.
“ The fact is, I’m wondering what I’m to get out of this deal.”
“ T’ve thought of that, too,” she said. “ I’ll send your money
back by uncle; and I have a gold ring here worth quite a little.
Will you take it? Here it is.”
“All right. Just slip it off into my hand, and don’t let go till
I get hold of it. I have it. Now, it’s my ring, is it?”
“Why, most assuredly; I gave it to you.”
“ Now, you see I’m putting it back. So please remember you
are wearing my ring and that you permitted me to put it on your
finger.”
“ Why, what do you mean?” she asked sharply.
“J mean just this, the dry goods clerk is a thing of the past.”
“ Well, of all the assurance! THas’nt a woman anything to
say about whom she is to marry?”
“ Nothing but ‘ yes’ and ‘no,’ and she so often says those to
the wrong fellow, I often think it is a pity she has that right.
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Come, cheer up, when a woman sighs for a Napoleon and takes
up with a mere ribbon snipper it is time for a third party to come
to her rescue.” Vera I. Mannie.
COMMERCIALIZED AMERICA—A FLEDGLING’S
PROTEST.
The fledgling was growing and now and then dared to take high
flights into unknown regions. He was dissatisfied with what he
saw, and wanted to tell the world so. In every field he could
reach with safety he probed about and revealed what to him
seemed untold evils. Gradually his chirping was becoming
louder and more competent, and the burden of his song ever was:
Do not seek to get and horde,
Virtue is its own reward.
This land of freedom is not free for it is enthralled by the
almighty dollar. The altar at which the nation worships is an
altar of gold. very phase of art is no longer art for art’s
sake, but art for the sake of gold.
There are the artists who paint and draw pictures. Are they
inspired to reveal hidden truths, or to interpret things ideally so
that their work will, in turn, be inspiring and uplifting? Do
they care anything about representing ideas which will have an
elevating influence on those who come in contact with them.? Do
they give a thought to the true worth of these pictures? Alas!
They choose subjects which will please the popular fancy, and
they impose on the ignorance of the people. For their object is to
make pictures that will sell. They want remuneration for their
pains, in gold. Thus the poor little fledgling goes on. He does
not realize that artists must live while they work and must be
supplied with life’s necessities before they can contribute to life’s
luxuries.
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But where are those artists, authors, and poets who give beauty
expressed in words? Do they express what they think and feel
regardless of the market value of the finished product? ‘Too often
_ poetry is indulged in as a business; what a paradox it seems!
Present day writers are not willing to give of themselves for
others. But in catering to the popular demand, they may be said
to give of others for themselves. Too many of the twentieth
century books are only printed matter telling what the people like
to read rather than what they ought to read. “Alas!” the fledg-
ling sighs, “ there never will be another Milton or Shakespeare,”
And he does not look far enough to see that for every age im-
mortal bards are few.
Now the charge is that the curse of gold has crept in upon the
three professions of law, medicine, and teaching. It is useless
to mention the many cases of bribery and corruption in the politi-
cal world. Every newspaper is full of the accounts. Monopolies,
trusts, corporations, all are tools for money, rather than tools
for men. The “itching palm” is everywhere extended. Brib-
ery, once hated word, now runs smoothly off the tongue, with
which it is made familiar by common usage. Yet, does not the
very publicity of hitherto concealed evils show a tendency to
purify them by bringing them to light ?
Next the fledgling inveighs against the attitude of the doctors.
They who are intrusted with the noblest mission of relieving
fellow-sufferers from the “ gloomy realms of pain,” they who
should inspire confidence by their heartfelt devotion to a sacred
cause. Even they totter from their lofty pedestal when they catch
the gleam of gold. Few contribute any original share to the
mighty science. For they are in too much haste to turn the
facts they have into practical value. But stay, my friend. Many
are the nerve-shattering experiences a doctor must go through,
for which there cannot be remuneration in gold.
Now we are asked why there are so few worthy teachers. The
evident reason is that they are attracted where more lucrative
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employment is to be found. But is it not a comfort to know
that there is a “ survival of the fittest ?”
Many other tunes are chirped by the fledgling, in which the
main theme is that all Americans are commercialized in their mad
pursuit of gold. But the many positive directions toward which
the evolution of the race is tending are left unsung.
Anna A. Boocunvnr, 1912.
Editorial Department.
The standing of a college rests largely with the people, specifi-
eally the students, who attend it. It is a “dead” college, a
“live” college, a social college, an athletic college, a college of
high scholastic standing, or of-low scholarship ; depending largely
on the attitude of the student.
Now there are few of us here who do not entertain an affection,
some very strong, some not so strong, for S. N. C. How often,
though, do we stop to remember that we really are in college,
not in High School or Normal School? Now that you think of
it, do you consider that you, as a student of S. N. ©., conduct
yourself in a manner becoming a college student? Just think
about it for a minute, and say, honestly, if in your opinion talk-
ing and laughing in the hall, cutting classes, slamming your
teachers, and doing various other things that you know of, are
dignified? That puts the case very mildly, but it is one point of
view.
And another thing. If we do not behave as if we were in a
college, how can we complain if,strangers, who should know bet-
ter, speak of S. N. C. as a Normal School? A great many people
in New York State look politely incredulous when our college
“is spoken of as the State Normal College. They mentally. and
sometimes not mentally, remark that the statement is due to ig-
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norance or foolish pride. Our pride in the institution should
prompt us always to speak respectfully of S. N. C. and every-
thing or person connected with S. N. C.; to act, as far as lies in
our power, in a dignified, proper manner, to do our part towards
placing S. N. C. among the “ live,” active colleges of high schol-~
arship. ‘
There is just one more thing to bear in mind. S. N. C. is
different from most other colleges, in that we who are here are
accepting a great deal from the State which we cannot fully re-
turn. We are not favoring the College with our presence, the
State is favoring us with an opportunity to acquire an education
free of charge. This condition’ involves a slightly different at- -
titude on the part of the student body. It is little short of im-
pertinence to ridicule or criticise a thing which is so received.
Respect is the smallest return we can make.
Complaint has been made by a few of our subscribers that they
do not always get their Ecuons. It seems hardly necessary to
point out that it is impossible for the circulating manager to seek
out each individual subscriber eyery month. This would be a
difficult and time-consuming task if one could give his whole at-
tention to it, but it must be remembered that every member of
the Ecuo Board is a busy college student — presumably as busy
as the average subscriber. It is likewise impossible, under the
present congested conditions in the college buildings for the
Ecuo to have a distributing room, as it did have prior to the
Capitol fire. :
' When the Ecuo is out, a notice is posted on the bulletin board
stating the time and place of distribution. For the greater part
of thrée consecutive days, and for several periods two additional
days, the Eco may be obtained: at the designated place. It
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seems as if this arrangement would give every one an oppor-
tunity to obtain a copy. If there is any student in college so busy
that she can’t find time to read the bulletin beard or walk wp
stairs once a month for her copy of the Eco, if she will hand
her name and address to any member of the board — she needn’t
take the time to seek out the circulating manager —we will
cheerfully enter her name 6n our mailing list.
e
The Ecuo is owr magazine, but did you ever realize how
many more people it interests than just the student body of S.
N. C.? Wherever anything exists, it is not alone, but connected
by myriads of ties with the external elements surrounding it.
Sometimes these ties are invisible, frequently indefinable, but
more often merely indistinct. As soon as someone clears the
glasses through which our minds’ eyes see, the hitherto unrecog-
nized threads which fasten human relationships together are re-
vealed, intricately woven into a beautiful web,— the smallest
fiber of which is a unity in itself, yet the whole is not complete
without it.
We are wont to think of the Eco as representative of our
college interests) and nothing more. Of course, without the
comings and goings of each of us, there would be no material for
the news department; without the masterpieces contributed by
our poets and authors there would be no literary matter. Still,
with these the Ecxo would not be complete. A strong element
underlying them all is necessary for the unity of the paper and
for a larger unity,—'the community in which we live.
Do you ever read our advertisements? If you do you will
notice how many different business people are there represented.
Why, do you suppose, do they advertise in this particular paper ?
It is not because we have an attractive magazine from a business
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man’s point of view; it is not because we have such an extensive
circulation; it is not because the business people of the city are
philanthropic enough to advertise simply to help us pay the cost
of issuing the Eco. ‘Their advertising is done on a business
basis. They expect returns for the money they invest. They
cannot be expected to advertise in our magazine if we don’t ad-
vertise their business by using the goods they sell. And it is not
enough that they should make only enough profit to» pay for the
cost of their advertisements. If they do not make more, their
money will not be profitably invested. That is what the “ just
price” in the English guild system’meant,— the original cost
plus the labor plus a reasonable profit. If perchance, on account
of an overflow of enthusiasm in patronizing our advertisers, some
particular business man makes an wnreasonable profit,— well,—
the advertising managers will see that he puts a bigger “ad”
in next time.
Therefore, patronize our advertisers. On every contract which
an advertiser signs, are printed the words: “they guarantee to
use their utmost endeavor to secure patronage for me and to fur-
ther the interest of my business,” ‘ They” directly signifies
three people, the business manager and the two advertising man-
agers. Can “they” make this “ad” profitable? No, “they”
means you. Hach of you and all of you taken together must use
your utmost endeavor to further the interests of our advertisers.
They are reliable. They are interested in you. They help sup-
port our college magazine. ASA Ww By
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News Department.
FACULTY NOTES.
We feel sure it is with the unanimous support of the student
body that we extend our heartiest welcome to the new members
of our faculty and assure them of our earnest, enthusiastic co-
operation.
As head of the department of physical science comes OC. F.
Hale, B. S., Wesleyan University, 1903; M. S., 1907; Ph.D.,
Cornell University, 1909. Dr. Hale is a member of Phi Eta
Theta, Kappa Sigma, Phi Beta Kappa. Sigma Chi, the Ameri-
ean Association for the Advancement of Science (Physics See-
tion), American Chemical Society, American Electrochemical
Society. He has previously held the positions of Instructor in
Physical Science at Peddie Institute, 1903-1905; Assistant and
Instructor, Wesleyan University 1905-8; Graduate Scholar, Cor-
nell University, 1908-9; Research Associate, Research Labora-
tory, General Electrie Co., Schenectady, 1909-11.
His publications are: Effect of Mechanical Vibration upon
Carbon Dioxide Near the Critical Temperature I and II (with
W. P. Bradley and A. W. Browne) ; Liquid Above the Critical
Temperature (with W. P. Bradley and A. W. Browne); Dis-
tribution of Temperature in an Air Liquefier (with W. P.
Bradley) ; Nozzle Expansion of Air at High Pressure (with W.
P. Bradley); in the Physical Review. Pure Carbon Dioxide
(with W. P. Bradley), The Oxidation of Hydrogen V (with
H. W. Redfield), Anhydrous Hydrogen (with F. F. Shetterly),
and Oxidation of Hydrogen VI (with V. E. Nuney), in the
Journal of the American Chemical Society. Relation between
the Temperature of Kerosene and the Explosion Pressure of the
Supernatant mixture of Air and Vapor (with W. P. Bradley)
in The Journal of Industrial and Engineering Chemistry. The
Measurement of Very Small Gas Pressures, in Transactions of
the American Electrochemical Society.
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The head of the Department of German is A. G. Ward, A. B.,
Yale, 1898; A. M., 1904; Ph.D., 1907. Dr. Ward was for ten
years Instructor of German at Yale University. He has carried
on advanced study abroad, at Munich, at Berlin and at the Sor-
bonne, Paris.
The new assistant in Chemistry is William G. Kennedy, Ph.B.,
Cornell, 1911.
THE FACULTY RECEPTION.
In accordance with time-honored custom our faculty enter-
tained the students, new and old, on Friday evening of the open-
ing week of college. As the reception rooms are not available
at present we were received in the gymnasium, after first being
.placarded with our names by a committee of students in the cor-
vidor. Another committee of students presented us to Dr. Milne,
Mrs. Mooney, and Dr. and Mrs. Aspinwall, and to other groups
of the faculty distributed about the gymnasium. We were all
glad to renew old acquaintanceships or begin new ones with our
faculty and with our fellow-students under such pleasant cireum-
stances. Some beautiful violin solos by Miss Helen Jeffrey, and
the very palatable refreshments added much in their several ways
to the enjoyment of the evening. It is-hoped that we may soon
hhave the pleasure of meeting all our faculty again at the class
receptions which will take place a little later.
Y. W. C. A, RECEPTION.
Y. W. C. A. gave its annual reception to the college Friday
evening, September twenty-second, in the gymnasium. The dec-
rations consisted of pennants and crepe-paper butterflies, with
the Freshman colors, green and white, everywhere in evidence.
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A large banner of the class of 1915 also adorned the center of the
room.”
When the company had commingled and intermingled into a
homogeneous mass of enjoyment and good-feeling an attractive
progoram was given as follows:
PYano (SOLON SA DIN TM en ROU AIAVeANlE USNC Miss Bessie Schlieper
Mead inp Uy)... RA A a Te ON Mr. David Allison
OU SOLO RM ee ilue eerie tly yas Miss Florence Gardner
SCIELO ML eee elueuia ya tal ana bedava Musique Symphony Orchestra
_Miss Amy Wood, the new director, has placed the orchestra
on its usual high plane of artistic production.
Refreshments and a social time occupied the rest of the evening.
CONTRIBUTORS’ CLUB.
The club is now in the process of organizing for the year’s
work with much enthusiasm and eagerness. To tell the truth,
we are, at the beginning, at least, expecting great things of our-
selves. Last year our hopes were more than realized; no wonder
we are all impatient now.
The following persons have been admitted to membership this
year: The Misses Button, Griswold and Howells; Messrs. Cook,
Pratt, Goewey, and H. Ward.
The charter members still in college and in active membership
are: The Misses Young, E. Scott, Boochever, Luck and Van
Dyck; Messrs. Allison and Dabney, and Professor Kirtland,
faculty member.
PROMETHEAN SOCIETY,
Promethean entered actively upon its second year on the after-
noon of Friday, September 29th. ‘After a somewhat protracted
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business meeting the following program was rendered before a
small, but appreciative audience:
PUAN ON SOLO eI ee NL eae RI SMU ast a atrelpehaMailenns ited Miss Wells
\Worerll DIGG Os Aly san ae oc Misses M. Bennett and Cunningham
Reeser Ui a tevanpeag ies Dll A saiead, WA Ma eth alas Abate Ver wsell esaur. Miss Barnet
Mandolin Diet. ise Ve le one Misses Boochever and Bradt
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SENIOR NOTES.
The class-meetings which have been held thus far have been
poorly attended, in spite of the fact that important business was
scheduled. Our class is not a large one and in order to accom-
plish best results the interest of every member is necessary. Re-
member that there is much to do Senior year, class-meetings are
not social functions, attendance is a duty not a privilege. Come
all ye!
We are glad to welcome into our ranks Miss Madden from
Vassar, and Miss Gilmore from Mt. Holyoke.
The absence of Miss Millie Lakin and Miss May Strouse,
who are teaching, is regretted by us all.
Half of us are teaching! “ Nuff sed!”
JUNIOR NOTES.
Miss Anna Denning is studying Domestic Science at a college
in Pennsylvania.
Miss Jessie Haskins is completing her course at Middlebury
College, Vermont.
We are sorry that Miss Dorothy Higgins is unable to continue
her college work.
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Miss Marguerite Leland has entered Barnard.
Miss Mary McCormick and Mr. Henry Steer are enrolled as
Juhiors at Cornell University.
Miss Josie Shippers is attending Cortland Normal School.
Miss Grace Beaver, a former classmate, is a student at Syra-
cuse University. i
Miss Myra Young is teaching the seventh and eighth grades
at Chestertown, N. Y.
We are pleased to welcome the following members into our
class: Miss Elizabeth Scott, ex-1914; Miss Jessie Jones, of
Goucher’s College, Baltimore, Md.; Miss Sylvia Rogers, of
Geneseo Normal School; Miss Dolan and Miss Brenzel, grad-
uates of the State Normal College; Mr. Jules Kantor and Mr.
S. H. Ellner, of the College of the City of New York.
We are pleased to welcome Miss Florence Gardner after her
long illness. !
Miss Bessie Clark entertained Miss Florence MacNamara dur-
ing the week-end, Sept. 15-18.
Miss Charlotte Wright entertained a few of the Juniors on
Saturday, Sept. 23.
Miss Jessie Cleveland has been visiting Miss Edna Hall.
SOPHOMORE NOTES,
We are glad to welcome into our midst the following new
students:
Mr. Earl B. Elmore, of Sheds, N. Y., formerly principal of
the West Eaton Union School, West Eaton, N. Y.; Mr. Alvah
F. Wright, of Salem, N. Y., a recent student of Westminster
College; Miss Grace A. Hodges, of Troy, N. Y., formerly of
Marietta College, Marietta, Ohio.
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HOUSEHOLD ECONOMICS — SENIOR CLASS.
The members of the senior class of Household Economics ex-
tend a cordial welcome to the new one members and freshmen
of our course.
The new faculty members are ae Ethel Willet and Miss Lola
Morton. The dressmaking teacher has not arrived at time of
writing.
Mr. Kenneth Neal has charge of the foundry work i in the In-
dustrial Department.
In the Freshman class 108 students are enrolled in this course.
The number last year was slightly more than this. For various
reasons from time to time students withdrew until this year the
enrolment of senior students is 77, a goodly number.
Professor Smith spent most of the summer at Cornell.
Miss Peters arid Miss Garrison made a tour of the west. Their
trip took them through Rio Grande, California, and the Canadian
Rockies. They report a most enjoyable summer.
Miss Steele spent her vacation at Coon Rapids, Iowa.
The first class meeting was held Thursday, September 21.
The officers elected the latter part of last year have been re-
tained for this year. They are as follows: President, Elizabeth
Schlieper; Vice-President, Florence Cunningham; Treasurer,
Emilie Hendrie ; Coa Madge Helios Reporter, Harriet
Worms.
Y. W. C, A. NOTES.
The Y. W. C. A. extends a hearty welcome to all new comers.
The first meeting of the new year was held Wednesday after-
noon, September twentieth. Topic: What Y. W. C. A. Stands
For. Leader, Charlotte G. Wright.. The meeting was largely
attended, and it is hoped that many of the Freshmen will join
the association.
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Saturday morning, September twenty-third, the Y. W. C. A.
conducted a tramp to Forbes-Manor. About twenty-five students
took advantage of this opportunity to see one of the oldest historic
spots about Albany.
BORUSSIA.
A meeting of Borussia was held on Tuesday, September twenty-
sixth, at three-thirty. The meeting was called to order by the
vice-president. Miss Anna Boochever was elected president in
place of Miss Strouse, who was elected last spring, but who is no
longer in College. It was decided to hold meetings on the second
and fourth Tuesdays of each month. Ten minutes of every meet-
ing are to be devoted to conversation in German, and a program
in German will be presented at each gathering. It was voted that
arrangements as to refreshments and program be in charge of
standing committees. Dues are fifty cents a year if paid before
December first, and seventy-five cents if paid after that date.
The membership of Borussia is smaller this year, so that some-
thing really worth while may be accomplished in the study of
German. The requirements for admission are:- First, and most
important, an interest in German; second, the applicant must be
elected by the society by a two-thirds vote; third, a three-minute
speech or recitation in German must be delivered by. the applicant
before the society.
A club such as Borussia might be is very much worth while in
a college, and there is no good reason why we should not have an
active, interested, interesting German society.
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ATHLETIC ASSOCIATION.
The Athletic Association has been divided this year, the girls
under one organization and the men under another. At a regular
meeting of the Girls’ Athletic Association the following officers
were elected: President, Hope Duncan; Vice-President, Ger-
trude Wells; Secretary, Florence Jackson; Treasurer, Marguerite
Davidson; Reporter, Anna A. Boochever.
Girls! Arise to your opportunities in the athletic world. The
time has come for.action. Join the Girls’ Athletic Association.
It is now on a firm basis and, given loyal support, bids fair to be
an influential factor in our college life. Hereafter, under its
auspices, will be held the girls’ tennis tournaments, basket-ball
games and many other events of interesting character. The As-
sociation wants you. Regular meetings will be held at intervals
throughout the year.
Our fall tennis tournament is now in progress.
An interesting feature of our fall activities is the forming of
a tennis club among the girls. If you would like to learn how
to play tennis, join it. Expert and novice alike are welcome.
With the beginning of gymnasium work will begin our regular
basket-ball practice. It is hoped that a goodly number will turn
out for the formation of the Freshman team.
DELTA OMEGA NOTES.
The officers for this year are: President, Adele Le Compte;
Vice-President, Marjory Bennett; Corresponding Secretary, Flor-
_ ence Woolworth; Recording Secretary, Bessie Schlieper; Treas-
urer, Helen Odell; Critic, Ethel Everingham.
The Delta Flat at number 2 Delaware Avenue is, this year,
oceupied by Dele Kaemmerlen, Helen Odell, Hazel Bennett, Ruth
Bissell and Marion Wheeler.
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Elizabeth Everett, 1911, has been spending the past two weeks
in Albany. i
Mrs. Seaman (nee Florence Haviland) visited the College
recently.
The Delta girls are pleased to welcome Hazel Bennett and
Florence Gardner in College once more.
The annual tea of the Delta Omega Sorority to the students
and faculty of the College was held September thirtieth.
Miss Le Compte visited at the cottage of Misses Fraser and
Everett on Lake Champlain during the summer.
The Misses Kaemmerlen and Odell visited Miss Florence Gard-
ner at her home in Centre Moriches, L. I.
Miss Woolworth spent two weeks with Miss Le Compte at her
cottage on Lake George.
KAPPA DELTA NOTES.
The sorority weleomes the new members of the College, and
wishes them all the success and happiness possible while sojourn-
ing within its walls.
The Misses Wood and Rieffenaugh spent the summer at their
homes in Niagara Falls, where they were visited by Professor
and Mrs. Kirtland.
Miss May Foyle, ’10, has accepted a position as teacher in the
Jamesburg High School, where Miss Mary Denbow is also
teaching.
Miss Ada Edwards, ’07, of Schenectady, has been appointed
principal of the Grammar School at Scotia.
The Misses Isabelle Bigleman and May Chant, both of 711, are
teaching at the ‘“ George Junior Republic.”
Lost.—A “ Round Robin” which escaped from a certain cage
in Poland, N. Y., and was last seen about South Pine Avenue,
Albany. A munificent reward”is offered for the safe return of
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this valuable bird whose loss has been grievously mourned by the
Sorority.
Kappa Delta gave an nena chafing dish party soon after
College opened. It was discovered that one of the members pos-
sesses a wonderful voice, especially well adapted to the singing
of Irish songs.
The Sorority girls, with a few friends, spent Saturday, the
twenty-third, among the pines where they all learned some fine
points of the culinary art.
PSI GAMMA NOTES. —
The first regular fall meeting of the sorority was held at the
home of Miss Florence Chase on the evening o September six-
teenth.
Miss Edith Blades recently Pecans the bride of Mr. Ernst
Ackerman.
Recent engagements of Psi Gamma girls are: Miss Fannie
Pawell to Mr. Max Englander, of Panama; Miss Edith Hequar-
burg to Mr. Henry J. Mather.
The present officers of Psi Gamma are: President, Kdna Hall;
Vice-President, Hope Duncan; Critic, Florence Chase; Treas-
urer, Madge Robie; Corresponding Secretary, Carlotta Jordan;
Recording Secretary, Beatrice Wright; Chaplain, Frances Wood;
Literary Editor, Mary ee Marshals, ‘Clara ie aad
Haze] Stam.
NEWMAN CLUB NOTES.
On the evening of September twenty-first the club members
were delightfully entertained at a ‘kimono party at the home of
Miss Loretta Austin, on Dana Avenue.
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Plans are being discussed for the club picnic which may take
place after the date has been postponed several more times..
Alumni Department.
Anna Fraser is teaching French and mathematics at her home
in Champlain, New York.
Mary Thomas is making preparations for foreign mission work,
at the Hazeltine House, in Boston, Mass. Miss Thomas will
work in either China or India.
-Sarah Trembley, ’11, is teaching in the High Saal at Rox-
bury, Mass.
Edith Scott, 11, is assistant principal at the East Marlborough
High School.
Beulah Brandow, ’11, has charge of the drawing in the High
School at Amsterdam, N. Y.
Some of our alumni have proved themselves true normalites
and have paid us a visit this fall. Of course, the rest would do
likewise if they had an opportunity. Among the faithful are:
Effa Vanderzee, ‘11; Beth Everett, 711; Emily Hoag, 710; Leah
Hollands, 709; oles A leottet tibia is
Tone Sctiibert, 11, is preceptr ess in the Athens High iSaioot
Mary Boyle, ’11, is teaching in the Westport High a ae
FROM MINERVA’S POINT OF VIEW.
The Goddess of Wisdom, our august friend, and the guardian
of our halls, continues her talk to the students. She begs the in-
dulgence of all in the things which she will say, and asks the
editor to remind the readers that all of us have our views on every
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subject. The beliefs she expresses are not conclusive, but are
simply the facts as she sees them and hears them. The following
is, therefore, from her point of view:
(Translated from the Greek.)
At last ve found it out! And I’ve wondered and puzzled over
it very long. They call me “ Min” and “ Minnie.” <A splendid
way to treat one’s friend and superior! But never so much as
by the movement of an eyelash have I shown my resentment to
such disrespect. I often used to hear people around me talking
of someone called “ Min,” and of course, I wondered who the
prominent person could be. Later on, however, I decided that
there must be several persons of that name, because it was used
in different groups.
But only yesterday I was enlightened, and that by a Freshman.
She was becoming enthusiastic in showing some country cousins
through the buildings, and, I suppose, she desired to show also
the extent of her newly acquired knowledge. At any rate, she
paused before me, and said: “ This is Min, our old guardian
angel.”
If I had had the say, then and there, I assure you that her
chances of becoming any kind of an angel would have been small.
The visitors, however, showed their common sense by not even
smiling; but one of them asked curiously, “ What is its real
name?”
Of course, I was surprised to know that she did not recognize
me, but I doubt whether or not the Freshman herself would have
known me, had she not taken a course in History of Art.
Should any one ask my preference, I should say that I prefer
most of all, to be called Athene. One would scarce be able to
corrupt that title; but still, such very quick-witted students as
some I have seen, would perhaps be talking of me as “Athie.”
So why not let well enough alone, and be content with Minerva
for a name.
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And speaking of names, I must tell a little incident. It oc
curred ion the Monday morning after the first reception of the
term. <A girl was seated on a settee at my right, reading a paper,
“ et totus in ills.” She was smiling broadly when someone else
joined her. ‘‘ What’s the joke?” asked the newcomer.
“© the names of some of these Freshman here are worse than
the Guggenslockers of Graustark. There are Smyths, Schmidts,
Schmitts, and just plain Smiths. And worse and more of it.
Miss Jane Tillenspeigel and Matilda Mikewalter, of Poland,
Russia!” The reader was laughing.
“What are you reading, for goodness sake tell me! ”? inquired
the other, in excited tones. f
“O it’s an account of the Faculty reception in the T'imes-
Union, and it gives a list of those present.”
“Wa! Ha! Did you ever! That funny reporter! Do let
me see it.” Then as she went away, laughing heartily, she called
back: ‘‘ Puzzle, find the Misses Jane Tillenspeigel and Matilda
Mikewalter.”
Now who do you suppose they are? I am still wondering.
Laughter has been quite contagious through these halls lately.
Several times I have heard an interesting, if not elegant aid to
mirth. It goes something like this. “ Laughter is nature’s rest
cure for tired nerves, let’er go, Bill, Har! Har! Har!” It has
worked too, for ve seen many a homesick Freshman or weary
practice teacher brighten up and even smile after that. Person-
ally, as Queen of Wisdom, I do not approve of so-called slang,
but one cannot resist a smile at some of these sayings.
‘Another odd piece of Philosophy, quite different in purport,
has been quoted once or twice in my presence. Tt is the following:
This life’s a hollow bubble, don’t you know ?
Just a painted piece of trouble, don’t you know ?
We come to earth to ery,
We grow older, and we sigh,
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Older still, and then we die, don’t you know ?
You've got one consciousness, that’s all, don’t you know ?
And one stomach, and it’s small, don’t you know ?
‘You can only wear one tie,
One eyeglass in youah eye,
‘And one coffin when you die, don’t you know ?
Of him who wrote this, I can say but little. He must have
been a poor unappreciative creature, a real pessimist, or else a
joker. But to those who quote it with more or less sincerity, I
will say more. Just look around you these beautiful fall days!
‘Watch the sun sink down behind a bank of clouds, varying from
the brightest golden. to soft lavender and pink shades. At night
study the “canopy studded with stars.” Or better yet, take a
walk into the country, where you can breathe the clear, healthful
air, and see the yearly phenomena of nature,— the turning of
the leaves, the ripening of the grain. All this is for you! And
you will tell us that “ life’s a hollow bubble.”
Better, were you to say :—
“My heart is awed within me, when I think
Of the great miracle that still goes on
In silence round me * *
* * * Be it ours to meditate
In these calm shades thy milder majesty,
And to the beautiful order of thy works
Learn to conform the order of our lives.”
x * *
T love to see people busy around me, and I certainly have many
opportunities to enjoy the sight. It must be a lesson to the students
to see the educational people hurrying by, always on business,
or seemingly so. One man has always interested me, and I be-
lieve that others, as well, have noticed him. He has two infallible
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peculiarities,— a business-like walk, and a white carnation, al-
ways in the very same place, always the very same kind of flower.
He certainly is a most baflling individual.
I have interest in other directions too, and mainly in a very
austere and very dignified dog which occasionally deigns to walk
along through the halls. I take it that he is, or has been, an army
dog, for he has a military name,— Major, or Lieutenant,— or
is it Colonel? He is a favorite here, however, and few are the
mortals who dare pass him without some kind of salute.
There is a cat, too, that I’ve seen occasionally, but it is only
at night that this animal seems at case. Then she creeps out from
her hiding place in the lower regions, and together we spend long
hours of quiet and peace. She tells me many tales of happenings
below, and I listen eagerly. Her favorite theme is the-discussion
of the practice teachers, and I will give you a few details about
them as Tabby gave them to me:
First. They are, I understand, an advanced species of the
genus senior in our institution.
Second. Their particular mark of identification is usually a
stiff collar and a necktie. }
Third. They have troubles of their own, that are most all
“little ones.”
Fourth. Their favorite haunt is the rear of the senior locker-
room.
Fifth. The principal words of their vocabularies are, in order
of their vehemence and recurrence —
Nerves — Crirrro — Crass — Drentry—Prian—Tracnine.
Now from this description, do you think you have ever seen
them, or heard them? If not, do so,— “ You have a great pleas-
ure in store.”
Every one should have the deepest respect for the budding
teacher, the practice teacher. For it is the goal of her ambition,
to stand up before a class and be master (or mistress) of the sit-
82 Tue Ecuo.
uation in more ways than one. It means that she has worked
indefatigably for three years, and that, at last, her final year of
college has come. The period of her practice teaching is a
transitional one. She is bringing into play all the knowledge
of years back, and is groping ahead for more.
So, I say, she is to be respected, and looked up to. Heed and
extol her virtues,— overlook her faults. Just remember this:
“ Whatsoever ye would that men should do unto you, do ye even
so unto them!”
Tur Ecuo. 83
The Little Book Store Around The Corner
(Cor. Maiden Lane & Eagle)
JOHN MURRAY
Some S. N. C. Specialties
Everyman’s Library for English.
Standard Classics for Latin and Greek Courses.
Note Book Covers and Fillers (all sizes). “Large
loose-leaf note book.”
Thot Books.
Stunt Books.
Sorority Supplies.
A New Poster—S. N. C.—The Favorite Girl.
S. N. C. Penants.
Quadrille-ruled Paper, for courses in—
1. Physics.
2. Analytic Geometry.
10. Complete Line of Favors, Place Cards, ete., for
Hallowe’en Parties.
Ole eu
11. Dennison’s Complete Lines.
12. Crayons and Water Color Supplies.
84. Tur Hono.
REGREATION STORE
COLLEGE SWEATERS
Don’t Forget to See Our New Line of
Spaulding’s Superb Make.
CHARLES H. TURNER CO.’S
50 State St. Cor. Green.
PEARSALL
PHOTO CRAFTSMAN
COLLEGE PHOTOS AT REDUCED RATES
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$12 Photographs for $5.00
HIGHEST GRADES OF WORK ONLY
29 North Pear! Street
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Steefel Bros.
Albany.
Buy Your New Fall Suit and Top-
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Stop experiments and disappointments.
Come in and took at our splendid
clothes.
Try some of them on in front of our
large mirrors--see for yourself how they
look and fit.
Yow'll decide to buy but it wili onig be
after long wear that yowll appreciate what
big values Steefel Clothes are,
FALL SUITS - $10 to $45
FALL TOPCOATS $12 toj $35
Fall and winter Catalogue now ready.
Mailed upon request.
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S. BOOCHEVER
Established in Albany since 1890
RELIABLE. MANUFACTURER OF FINE Furs
Garments Made to Order, Remodeled, Repaired
\
1911
SEASON
1912
The Only Store in Albany where Furs Exclusively
are Sold
817 SO. PEARL ST. ALBANY, N. Y.
H. R. PHONE 1644 W. MAIN
KATTREIN ::: ENGRAVER
Fine Stationery and School Supplies, Sorority Cuts
for Programs, Invitations, Ete.
Phone. MAIDEN LANE, ABOVE PEARL.
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Both Phones 208..
SUPPLIES
OF ALL KINDS
SUITABLE FOR THE
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Telephone 904 Main.
HAIR SHOP
Shampooing
Hair Dressing
Manicuring
and Facial Massage
Ps
K. RAUSCHER
42 North Pear! Street
(Over Drislane’s.)
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SHAKESPEARE’S
PLAYS
30c, a volume.
CASSELL’S
FOREIGN
DICTIONARIES
$1.50 each,
LITERAL
TRANSLATIONS
35e. each.
NOTE BOOKS
e, each,
IS DIRECTED TO
Handy good type edition, with notes by Gol-
lanz and a glossary. Four different titles for
a dollar.
Double vocabularies, with large black-faced
type. Quite complete and especially good on
idioms, abbreviated forms, ete. Made for
Latin, French and German.
Exact translations of the classics in a small
and convenient form. Also a, full line of “in-
terlinears ” at $1.50 each.
Same size as text-books. Ninety-two pages
of fine ink paper, well bound in press board
covers,
For Sale at
John Skinner’s Bookstore
44 North Pearl Street
Opposite Whitney’s
H. R. ’Phone, Main 962
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Chapter No. 12.
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BENEFIT OF
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304 Lark St.
(Near Tladison Ave.) Thursday Evening, Novem-
ber 16, 1911
Tickets Admitting Gentleman and
Bell Phone HOSIERY Lady, $1.00; Extra Lady, 50 Cents.
IM=2732. L UNDERWEAR Musie by Brown’s Orchestra.
Obtain Tickets of Mr. Harley Cook,
90 Tue Ecuo.
William H. Luck
PICTURE FRAMES
DEEP CURVED LENSES
BEN. V. SMITH
Optometrist 208 Washington Ave.,
ON. PEARL ST, ALBANY, N.X
FRAMED PICTURES
i Rey ea acy Now! York
If Your Eyes Tire conrad tees
After Reading COLLEGE SPECIALTIES.
Awhile
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you can rest them if you
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stop reading. IF you will Stationery, Periodicals and
let us prescribe and fit SCHOOL SUPPLIES
A Complete Line of Postals;
su with a pair of
2 P <3o also Bindery Paper.
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to stop reading.
Abram De Blaey
Nv O U 52 State St., Albany, N. Y.
2. a
Corner of Green Street
H. R. Telephone, Main 1441-W
Can always get the best
Flow ers
‘ All Necessary
GLOECKNER’S, School Supplies
The Flower Shop, 97 State Street
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Warren & Co., Inc.
Address :
General Offices and Factory: 489 Fifth Avenue,
108 Fulton Street, NEW YORK
Manufacturers of
FINE JEWELRY
AND STATIONERY
SPECIALISTS IN EMBLEMATIC JEW-
ELRY, CLASS PINS, RINGS, FRATERNITY
GOODS. ATHLETIC AND PRIZE MEDALS
IN STOCK AND SPECIAL DESIGN
TROPHY CUPS, PLAQUES, Etc.
Special Designs and Estimates Furnished on Request
Department of Stationery and Engraving, Com-
mencement Announcements, Wedding
Stationery, Die Stamping,
Writing Papers, Etc.
CORRESPONDENCE INVITED
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F. M. HOSLER,
MANUFACTURER OF
Ice Cream and Gonfectionery,
WHOLESALE AND RETAIL
ORDERS FOR RECEPTIONS, “RUSH PARTIES”, ETC.,
PROMPTLY FILLED.
Factory 77 Spring St. 193 Lark Street
TELEPHONE
THE -TEN - EYCK
Aibany, New York.
Fireproof Luropean Plan
FREDERICK W. ROCKWELL
Dinner Music ‘Daily - - - 6:30 to 8:30 p. m.
Supper After the Play. Music in Grill Begins 10:30 p. m.
Dinner Music in the Grill Friday and Saturday Evenings
Sunday Evening Dinner, Special Orchestral Program
Music by Holding’s Orchestra.
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‘ The College
Barber
FRED J. STARK
The Nearest Barber Shop to
the College
OUR SPECIALTY
HAND MASSAGE
82 ROBIN
One door this side of Central Ave.
Hi, E. STAHLER
MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS
Classic and Popular
Music.
No. 287 CENTRAL AVENUE,
ALBANY, N. Y.
BENDER’S
(Successor to Turner.)
School Supplies
and Confections,
o
DAGGETT’S & LOWNEY’S
CHOCOLATES
Student’s lunches a specialty.
94 Robin St.
THE
COLLEGE JEWELER
Around the Corner.
OTTO R. MENDE
3 Doors above Robin St. on
Central Ave.
‘94. Tue Ecno.
SPECIAL. Y Ro
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STUDENTS
Suceessor to D. Brown.
PHOTOGRAPHS OF QUALITY
STUDIO, 55 NORTH PEARL ST., ALBANY, N.Y.
CLASS PHOTOGRAPHERS OF 1910-11.
M. $. KEENHOLTS
GROCERIES,
Tootill
High Grade
FRUITS,
Ladies & Gentlemen’s Tailor
VEGETABLES, ETC.
Suits cleaned and pressed.
122 Central Ave. H.R. Phone 253 Central Avenue.
Telephone Connection,
H. BUCHOLZ & SON
THEATRICAL, HISTORICAL AND MASQUERADE COSTUMES.
WIGS, BEARDS, MASKS, PAINTS, POWDERS, ETC.
275 MAIN STREET. PHONE. SPRINGFIELD, MASS.
