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Jimmy’s Plaint . 2 5
Realism and Romance . = 5 EY GB,
Examination Brilliants . Mary I. Edwards,
Mars Extra 5 zs Edna G. Thompson,
Three Tiny Beds - ‘ Jessie E. Luck, ’
A Descendant of Noah . e Maud Rose,
Cause Unknown . zy i Elsie Shanks,
The Legend of St. Anthony’s Eloise Lansing,
EprtortaL DEPARTMENT
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VOL. XXV SEPTEMBER, 1915 No. 1
Biterary Department
Jimmy’s Plaint
“What's the matter, Jim, ole man?” asked Regi-
nald Stoninghouse Parsons Jr., (officially known as
“Stony ’’), with that swaggering air of worldly know!-
edge so often assumed by boys from ten to fourteen
years of age.
The person addressed as Jim certainly did look
“down in the mouth,” and he continued in silence for
some time, dejectedly sucking a bent soda-straw, evi-
dently a remnant of some past féte. At length, with
plain disgust at his task, he burst out, “ We’ve got a
baby at our house.”
“Ye don’t mean it!’’? was Stony’s sympathetic re-
sponse.
“Yep, an’ I don’t see the use of it. It don’t go
nothin’ but yell all day, an’ at night I jest get asleep
an’ I hear it goin’ agin. Yesterday Miss Payne, a
nurse who looks like it—hurts her to smile, come down
stairs an’ said t’ me, ‘ My dear little boy, your mother
has something for you. Come with me.’ So I went,
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thinkin’ maybe ma had bought me that sail boat I’ve
been talkin’ about fer so long, an’ there was a little red
lookin’ thing on the bed squallin’ two-forty an’
punchin’ th’ air with his fists. An’ ma says, ‘ Jimmy,
here’s a little brother to play with you!’ Imagine me
playin’ with it! Why didn’t they git a bigger one if
they got it fer me? - Well, so long, Stony, I’m goin’
in an’ see if it’ll stop cryin’ if I make faces at it.”
718.
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Realism and Romance
The doctrines and teachings of realism appeal to
the unimaginative, practical mind. A realist lives in
the world as he finds it, and it is left to the lover of
romance to build a world of his own where air castles
filled with imaginary wonders tower high above seem-
ingly imperishable cliffs. To the realist there is no
such thing as romance. He lacks the power to create
an imaginary wonderland out of everyday life. On
the other hand, the man who is ever finding pleasure
in fanciful dreams for the future often loses himself
in his hopes and ideals, and finds neither the time nor
courage to carry them out in actual practice. One
must be both a romancer and a realist to plan out great
deeds and execute them. All famous men appear to
have had the elements of both romance and realism
in their characters. Napoleon’s dream of a universal
empire was as romantic as any fiction, but his de-
termined attempt to carry out his vision was the action
of a true realist. Shakespeare’s great plays are noth-
ing more than the dreams of an unusual, wonderful
romancer written down with painstaking care by the
realist element in the man. Every one seems to have
this dual nature, but in some the element of romance
is stronger, in others that of realism.
The romantic element is stronger in most children.
The sand pile in the old orchard to them is a mighty
fort, and the stones they have piled about it are the
heaviest of cannon balls. Only a child that has ex-
traordinary realistic tendencies sits idle all day long
wishing for some one or something to play with. ‘The
romantic child finds scores of playmates in his own
imagination, and enjoys their society quite as much
as if they were real children. It is a very common
thing for a child to say that thunder is “ God’s wagon
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rumbling across the sky” or that lightning is “ God
striking a match.” The romantic imagination of the
child seeks for an explanation, and finds it in the real-
istic things of life — associating noise with wagons
and light with matches. Thus even the small child is
both a romancer and a realist.
EO. Bye.
Beoteey
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Examination Brilliants
“The Governor is the chief executive of the State.
His two chief duties are to beg all pardons and fill all
vacant chairs in the house.”
“ Oxidation is the unison of oxygen and carbon.”
“The sheep dispenses the seeds of the sheep tick by
catching in their coat and spreading them.”
“The woodpecker is brown and red with white
spots about the size of a swallow.”
“The roothair is the little threadlike projection lead-
ing out of the brain and spreading all over towards the
outer surface of the head.”
“The hydra produces verma cella and this in turn
produces hydras.”
“Heart trouble may result from spitting in public
places.”
Of the resuscitation of a drowning person —
“.. . The tongue should be held so that it cannot
stop up the gullet. A hot pin is the easiest way to
hold it. This is done by sticking it through the
tongue.”
“The butterfly has an artificial midrib on the wing
which makes it look life a leaf.’
“ After the crayfish hatch, their morality is great.”
“ Navigation without people is unusual.”
“ Alcohol sometimes eats up the stomach of a per-
son, so the owner of it is ruined.”
“ Rosetta Stone was a missionary to Turkey.”
“ Guerilla warfare is where the soldiers rode on
guerillas.”
“Typhoid fever can be prevented by fascination.”
“Shad go up the river to spoon.”
“In the beginning, this collection of gaseous matter
was known as the nebular hypothesis.”
Question — “Why do women receive smaller
wages than men?”
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Answer, by a boy (of course) — ‘‘ Because they are
fisical and menteley inferior.”
“Geometry teaches us how to bi-sex angles.”
Question — “‘ Name a mammal useful to man?”
Answer —“ President Wilson is very useful to
man.”
From a Zoology paper — “‘ Nymph is a fishlike form
with a human head.”
“The stomach is a part of the alimentary canal and
is just south of the ribs.”
“The oxygen’s horns were large.”
“Georgia was founded by people who had been
executed.”
“The quarrel in the Civil War was whether the
negroes were real or personal property.”
“Ordinances against spitting in public places pre-
vents the germ from being taken in by other people
that are in the saliva of some one else and so prevent
consumption.”
“ A mammal useful to man is the rubber tree for
its rubber.”
“The protogoan called the paramoecium moves by
imaginary feet called cilia.”
“The solar system is the most’important system in
the world.”
Mary I. Epwarps, ’16.
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Mars Extra
Friends and Fellow-Martians: Ever since the time
of my great-grandfather, when a man was carried by
same strange bird to such a height that he was able
to see people moving about on the planet called Earth,
there has been much curiosity concerning that world
and its inhabitants. Having just returned from an
extended stay there, I feel it my duty to satisfy your
curiosity.
One day I was walking on Hipack mountain when
I suddenly noticed what seemed to be a winged monster
hovering over me. I was so astonished that I did not
see a rope with a sort of double hook attached,
dangling from the monster, until it had caught in my
garments and suddenly jerked me upward. I was
pulled into the creature, which proved to be a boat
sailing in the air.
There were two men in the boat, and, to my relief,
they seemed kindly disposed, though the barbarous
way in which they were dressed led me to distrust
them at first. They could speak only a harsh jargon,
and my efforts to make them understand that I wished
to return to Mars were unsuccessful.
Presently, I looked down and saw that we were
near earth, in fact, about to land in the tallest building
I have ever seen. Upon my honor, it was higher than
Hipack mountain, which, as you know, is the highest
spot in these parts. Having landed, my companions
led me into a large cage, which immediately began to
sink with great rapidity. I thought my last hour had
come, but the citizens of earth did not seem startled.
The cage’s fall ended with a much slighter bump
than I expected, a door opened, and I was conducted
into a street where all sorts of men and monsters were
rushing to and fro. There were many of the creatures
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which I afterward learned were called automobiles.
These somewhat resemble our carts, but are much
larger, and are not drawn by animals in the usual
way. The beasts must be concealed underneath, but
I cannot conceive what sort of creatures they can
be to run so fast. I later ventured to look under one
which was standing still, but doubtless the animal had
been removed, for it was not visible.
My companions hurried me down a staircase to a
large room, in which stood a monster more awful than
any I had seen before. It was as long as Salmon river
and had a great many eyes, like balls of fire. Imagine
my terror when I learned that I was expected to go
inside this creature. Suddenly it began to move, slowly
at first, but with increasing rapidity, until it seemed
to me we must be flying through the darkness. Finaliy
we stopped, and I was glad to follow my earth-friends
out into a large room and up a flight of stairs to the
light.
We must have flown some distance, for the build-
ings were smaller here. We entered one, and my
friends amused themselves by talking to boxes which
seemed to answer them through handles attached to the
box by a cord. Truly, these men of earth do strange
things.
It had begun to grow dark by the time the men tired
of this play, and they led me through streets, lighted
with balls of a peculiar kind of fire, which hung from
poles. We entered a large house. One of the men
pushed a little knob on the wall, and, to my amazement,
balls of fire appeared in the roof. If I were to try to
describe all the surprises of the next few hours, I
should never end. I was given awful mixtures to eat;
was offered flavored hot water, which they called tea;
watched my friends try to set fire to themselves by
putting one end of a peculiar stick into their mouths,
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lighting the other end, and letting it burn; and was
expected to sleep on a platform-like arrangement,
which would have been quite comfortable, had I been
able to keep from falling off. My friends did not have
this trouble, so perhaps there was some knack about
it which could be acquired by practice.
My hosts were building an aeroplane, which was
similar to the one which had carried me off; and I
became quite familiar with the machinery by which
they hoped to make it fly. When weary of this, I spent
much time talking with various people by means of
signs which they were very quick to understand, as a
result of their habit of often going to see strange
pictures in which forms like men moved about and
talked in sign language. In this way I learned many
curious things. For instance, they spend many years in
acquiring an education and read books thousands of
years old, yet when I addressed the wisest of them in
my native tongue, they assumed blank expressions and
did not seem at all ashamed of their ignorance.
Each day brought something new and wonderful,
until at last I ceased being surprised at anything.
Nothing seemed impossible.
One afternoon I was alone in the house amusing
myself with a peculiar box called a victrola. If any
one placed a black disk on the top of this box and
turned the handle a few times, agreeable sounds would
be heard. I was so interested in this strange toy that
I did not notice anything unusual, until a peculiar noise
at the window caused me to look out. Accustomed as
I was to new sights, I was startled to see the streets
flooded with water, which was rapidly growing deeper.
A man was passing in a boat and shouting that New
York was sinking.
I rushed to the roof and watched the water become
deeper and deeper. I realized it would soon cover the
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roof too and looked about for a way to safety. My
eye fell upon the aeroplane, which had been completed
the previous day. In another moment I had jumped
in, pressed the engine starter, and found myself once
more sailing through the air.
Soon I began to wonder which way to steer my
craft, for I knew it would not go on indefinitely.
Should I fly inland, away from the flood and trust to
making friends among the savages, or should I attempt
to return home? I was not long deciding upon the
latter course, and as a result arrived safely yesterday
afternoon.
Epna G. THompson, 718.
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Three Tiny Beds
There stand the three tiny beds in a row —
Three tiny pillows for three tiny heads!
Why do I linger and yearn o’er them so?
Over the three tiny beds?
Smooth out the first little pillow with care —
See the rose flush on the warm little face —
Kiss the sweet lips and the smooth silken hair —
Hold in a close embrace.
There lies the second — my stubbly-haired boy —
Brown chubby hand under brown chubby cheek —
Even in sleep he is smiling for joy —
One might expect him to speak.
Now as I kneel by the third tiny bed —
There in the pillow thro’ tears I can see
A tiny hollow, but no curly head
Where a head used to be.
Where has it gone — that third tiny head?
Where is the little crib’s occupant fair?
Is there an angel guarding this bed —
One that has curly hair?
Jessiz E. Luck, ’14.
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A Descendant of Noah
The rain was descending in torrents. A second
deluge seemed imminent. I stood balanced upon a
slippery rock by an Adirondack road and gazed dis-
consolately at our car, which had been stuck in the
mud for more than an hour. Another automobile had
driven up behind it and of necessity was awaiting our
departure. <A stout lady, clad in a black satin dress,
white silk stockings, and patent-leather pumps, was
perched on the rock next to mine. She seemed quite
annoyed at the delay, but I don’t know why she should
have blamed us, we couldn’t help it.
“Sensible people get out of their car before they
come to a mud-hole, not after. We always get out
before.”
Deigning no reply, I calmly removed my recently
blackened hat, from which shoe-blacking and rain were
trickling down my neck.
“When you have driven a car as long as we
I rudely turned my back upon her and proceeded to
build a road by throwing cobblestones into the soft
mud. After having walked up several mountainous
hills in the rain, I was in no mood for trifling. I took
gloomy delight in hurling the stones so that the mud
flew in all directions; but presently my mother made
me stop, and even that slight and innocent pleasure
was denied me. In despair I gazed down the road, but
I turned back delighted, for a car had just appeared
which contained five stalwart men. What matter if
the car was a Ford, and the men had been worshipping
Bacchus a little too ardently? They all helped to shove
our car from the ditch. Exultantly we entered and
went on our way.
At last we arrived at a house. Its appearance was
not prepossessing, and so we stopped merely for in-
formation. Two women appeared at the door and told
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us that the road ahead was worse than that behind.
It was twenty-two miles to the next town, and night
was fast approaching. There seemed nothing to do
except stay where we were; but, strange to say, the
woman didn’t want to keep us. Yes, they kept board-
ers, but the house was pretty well filled just now.
However, she’d ask Abe. Abe appeared unwilling,
but finally consented to let us remain.
The interior of the house was even less attractive
than its exterior. There was no plaster, but merely
paper pasted over the rough board wall. The old
Franklin stove in the living-room had no fire in it, and
no one offered to start one. The three visible chairs
were old and rickety. We had been conducted into
this room but were not shown where to go next.
Presently my father entered with some wood and
started a fire around which we gathered in a vain at-
tempt to get dry. There was nothing to read except
some three-year-old magazines of questionable char-
acter. Finally the slovenly girl who had come to the
door when we arrived, entered with a lamp and offered
to conduct us to our sleeping quarters. Ascending an
open stairway, we arrived in a sort of loft partitioned
into rooms. The partitions did not reach the ceiling,
and there were no doors. Thin red curtains took their
place. I groaned inwardly while the girl was there
and outwardly when she was gone. But we were
obliged to say nothing and make the best of it.
After supper we girls went to bed. The partitions
and floors were so thin that if one moved in one room
the whole house shook, and every sound could be heard
from the cellar upward. In spite of this we soon fell
asleep.
It seemed as if I had been sleeping but a short time
when I heard an automobile drive up, and men talk
outside. The moon had come out, and in its light I
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could see by my watch that it was two o’clock. I was
just about to go to sleep again when I heard a man
say,
“ Take ’er out careful, Abe.”
What could he mean? I lay and listened but could
distinguish nothing more that was said, although I
knew that the people had entered the house. Presently
my room grew very warm, and I discovered that the
stove-pipe going through it was too hot to touch. I
caught a faint odor. Ugh! It was burning hair!
What a place we had gotten into! Presently I heard
a girl laugh and a man sternly command her to “ Shut
up.”
How horrible it was! Now I could smell flesh burn-
ing and hear bones being sawed. I pulled the blankets
about my head, and, as I lay there nearly suffocating,
recollections came to me of all the dreadful stories I
had ever heard about mountain hold-ups and murders.
I didn’t dare to move, but I was so frightened that
I could scarcely lie still.
* * x * * *
In the morning when I went down to breakfast,
every one seemed so calm that I was half ashamed of
my terror of the previous night. The only signs of the
recent disturbance were two strange men at break-
fast and a revolver lying on the table in the sitting
room. When the men departed in their car, I heard
one say,
“Well, Abe, I’ll be up in a couple of weeks for a
good time — and lots of venison.”
The last was spoken in an undertone, and the deer
season did not open for a month, but even then my
mystery had to be explained to me.
Mavp Ross, ’18.
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Cause Unknown
On the broad summit of a certain hill in the Berk-
shires a girl lay reading. The light wind rustled the
leaves of the white birches near her and brought the
odor of blueberries to her nostrils. Every few mo-
ments she would put aside her book, eat some blue-
berries from the bushes near her, and admire the hawk
circling overhead, the wooded hills nearby, and, far
below, the blue lake bordered by a dusty road. She
turned again to her book —
“ And'I tell thee truly, the sun shall rise in the west
with blood-red light, men shall battle everywhere with
each other, and thou shalt perish.”
It was the writing of the prophet, an imaginative
student, who felt that the world was entirely bad and
doomed to destruction in the near future. Ena shut
the book with a bang. She had found it in the road,
where it had been dropped by a summer boarder, and
had expected an interesting novel, but now she was
disappointed. Slowly she walked down the lane to her
home.
That night Ena dreamed. It was midnight. She
was on the hill of the birches in her night garments,
and the wind blew, but the birches did not whisper as
formerly. Everything was silent, black, and forebod-
ing. Suddenly an awful, lurid light from the west
reddened everything. The hills, the trees, the lake —
all were stained with the gloomy, terrifying color.
Then in the western gap the scarlet sun rose! Ena
could see the people below clad in their white night-
clothes climbing to their roof tops to watch the phe-
nomenon. Then in the same deep silence the sun sank
back, and all was dark again. Ena walked down the
lane toward home, thinking of the words of the prophet.
A huge black dog came bounding beside her, accom-
panied her home, and insisted on sleeping in her bed.
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Suddenly the scene changed. It was war time in
some very mountainous country. Men marched away
in small companies. Great wagon loads of provisions
were being sent to the front. Ena went with one of
them, but she did not ride all the way. Sometimes she
would get off and look down on the valleys between
the mountains — steep-sided, deep, and dreary. Dur-
ing one of these trips, she was walking toward a deep
crevasse, when a soldier seemed to rise out of a narrow
crack in the ground, and in his hands, her long, white
hair trailing down, was the head of Ena’s mother.
The girl uttered a cry of utmost grief and terror, and
the black dog, which she had not seen since the red
night, sprang to her side. Ena felt herself going mad.
She rushed toward the soldier to snatch the gruesome
object from his hands, but he melted away from her
grasp, only to reappear a few yards farther on. After
two or three attempts, Ena ran wildly to the cliff
which formed one of the walls of a crevasse nearby
and threw herself over. Down, down, down she went.
Then suddenly she seemed to be at the top of the cliff
watching her own descent. At length the body, crum-
pled up in a queer-shaped heap, struck bottom and was
still. Its spirit had departed this life.
In the morning Ena’s mother went to her daughter’s
bed to awaken her. The girl was dead.
The physician announced, “ Fatal syncope; cause
unknown.”
Exsige SHANKs, 718.
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The Legend of St. Anthony’s
On. an elevated plain, overlooking the quaint little
town of Onangehela, stands a great cathedral. “ In-
congruous!” you say. ‘‘ You wouldn’t find such a
building in a small and practically unknown place”
But listen to the story, the tale that has won St. An-
thony’s fame; the tale that the simple villagers love to
tell.
Long years ago, when the plain was only meadow
land and the cows munched the daisy-decked grass at
will, there lived at Onangehela, Anthony Caldwell, be-
loved of all. The man had seen much sorrow, for he
and his ten-year-old granddaughter were the only sur-
vivors of a large family. However, his experience had
not embittered him; indeed, he seemed to have been
mellowed and sweetened through grief, and he and
little Alicia lived happily in their snug cottage.
Next to Alicia, Anthony prized his violin most
dearly. The villagers whispered that in his youth, be-
fore he had come to Onangehela, he had been a great
musician — but beyond that they were forced to shake
their heads in perplexity. There was a mystery some-
where, to that they all agreed. However, there were
tew travelers who came to Onangehela, and those who
did knew nothing of the man, so since Anthony Cald-
well himself chose to be reticent, the mystery remained
unsolved.
Whatever his former vocation in life there was no
doubt as to his musical talent. And at no time did he
play more appealingly than when, on Sunday after-
noons, accompanied only by his two treasures, little
Alicia and his violin, Anthony sought the fields of On-
angehela. When the sky was bluest, and drifts of
clouds, white and fluffy as cotton, sailed lazily about,
when the wild flowers put on their gayest colors to
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tempt the slowly passing bees; when the trees whis-
pered gently in the light breeze, then it was that An-
thony played from his heart. At these times such
strains of poignant sweetness sounded through the calm
of the afternoon, that the villagers would almost in-
voluntarily cease their occupations and whisper, “ An-
thony’s up on the hill a-playin’ to Alica.”
But it was not to Alicia that her grandfather played.
Still less was it to the people of Onangehela. He
played to the sky, the flowers, the trees. It was the cry
of his soul to his God as made manifest by great
Nature herself, and who dares assert that he received
no response to his call? No one ever knew the dreams
Anthony dreamed upon that plain. No one ever in-
terpreted the music of his violin as the baring of his
very soul, but it was certain that when he returned in
the soft dusk from his mountain, his eyes were
brighter, his step firmer, his tone gentler than before.
There came a day when the simple townsfolk were
startled by the cry of “ Fire!” Upon running in the
direction of the cry, they found Anthony’s home flame-
enveloped. They succeeded in saving the old man and
his granddaughter — but his cherished violin, the con-
fidant of his heart, was destroyed by the hungry flames.
A kind neighbor opened her doors to the homeless
man and child, and scarcely realizing what had hap-
pened, Anthony Caldwell dazedly accepted the invita-
tion. After the loss of his violin, the old man was
never the same. For hours at a time he would wander
through the fields. Nor would he attempt to play upon
the instrument his friends good-heartedly provided.
The music was locked within his breast. He could not
free it, and he was pining away because of his in-
ability to express it. With the violin that had accom-
panied him through the joy of his youth as well as the
sorrow of his old age, had departed Anthony Cald-
well’s heart and the music of his being. Without it, he
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could not live, so he welcomed death, as it came slowly
but surely to him.
Before his “ release,’”’ as he came to look upon death,
he requested that he be cremated and his ashes scat-
tered over the plain which had been the scene of the
communion of man and violin. The good villagers
followed the instructions of the white-haired violinist,
and out of the fullness of their hearts, started a fund
to be devoted to the erecting of a church on the plain,
in memory of Anthony Caldwell. The sum grew with
surprising rapidity, but it was only after years of lov-
ing labor that the beautiful St. Anthony’s Cathedral
was completed as a living monument to the musician
of Onangehela.
And many assert that when the sky is bluest, and
drifts of clouds, white and fluffy as cotton, sail lazily
about it; when the wild flowers put on their gayest
colors to tempt the slowly passing bees; when the trees
whisper gently in the light breeze, that above the peal-
ing of the great organ can be heard strains of such
poignant sweetness, that the villagers almost involun-
tarily cease their occupations and whisper, “Anthony’s
up on the hill, a-playin’ to Alicia.”
Exorse LansIne, 718.
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Prancrs H. CoNNoRS f§ * . . * Advertising Manager
wale Lees - + 4) 4. Subscription Managers
Ray TOWNSEND 5 . . . . . Circulating Manager
Subscription, $1.00 per annum, payable in advance; $1.25 if not
paid before November 1; single copies, 15 cents.
Contributions and expressions of opinion are solicited from the
student body and interested alumni.
“Ten ECHO’ is published monthly (except July and August)
poe omped by the students of the New York State College for
leachers.
Enitorial Bepariment
We say good-day to you, newcomers, and to you,
old friends; we say a Prosperous, Happy School Year
to you all! Prosperous in favorable returns at the end
—to be sure — but more in a realization of growth!
Happy in the friendships you will make, and the hun-
dred and one small ties that will bind you the more
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closely to Our College; happy in the sharing of her
projects, hopes, and troubles; but happiest in the
knowledge that we trust will come to you of the value
of service!
Can You Get It Over?
The audience smiled expectantly when Mr. A.
stepped on the platform. He gave the prescribed
glance of recognition, the very slightest pause, and
began. I remember the dignified studied presence, his
gestures— very graceful, his voice — big, perfectly
trained and modulated, the few appointed steps now to
the left, now to the right, with feet devoid of con-
sciousness. I remember the burst of applause at his
closing, and this elevating remark of a transported
neighbor: “ Didn’t he speak his piece grand?’ —I
remember all this — but, somehow, I don’t remember
what he said. I listened, too, but a moment after his
conclusion I could not have told you his theme.
The second speaker was announced. He was rather
little, rather shriveled, rather scared, altogether non-
de-script. Strange, isn’t it, but that is all I remember
about him— except what he said. I didn’t try par-
ticularly to get his message. I couldn’t help it.
And there you have the difference. What do all the
gestures, voice, and training in the world amount to
if you don’t get your story over? This rather little,
rather shriveled, rather scared, altogether nonde-script
bit of humanity had something to say that he wanted
us to hear. He forgot his voice, his feet, and his ges-
tures. So did we. But he remembered us and his
story, and we received him and his offering.
I didn’t see how the others of that audience wel-
comed him. I was too busy trying to control my own
rampant feelings. But the quiet was very quiet when
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he had finished; and the voice that announced the
third speaker sounded somewhat strained, a wee bit
suspicious; and I heard no transported neighbor re-
mark: “ Didn’t he speak his piece grand?”
And so let us girl school teachers and boy school
teachers who may be rather little, rather shriveled.
rather scared, and altogether nonde-script — just re-
member that if we really have a “ story” and get our
“story ” over we stand a far better show in this world
than the Venus or Apollo that “speaks his piece
grand.”
The Ecuo Board have appointed Mr. Francis Con-
nors to fill the vacancy made by the resignation of Mr.
Long from the office of Advertising Manager.
News Department
Wa Ci As
Class of 1919, now that you have become one of us,
you will share with us our life, and we feel confident
that among other organizations to which you will add
your staunch support will be our Y. W. C. A., whose
aim is— service to our College by uniting its young
women in good fellowship, and by shaping our college
life according to the highest standards of Christian
living.
The regular meetings of this organization are held
weekly. They are led by students, by our faculty
friends, and occasionally by outside speakers. You
will find them helpful, and certainly your presence will
be a stimulation. At all events, come to the first meet-
ing, which will be of an informational character, and
learn more fully of the Y. W. C. A. in your College.
Later will come the Silver Bay meeting when you will
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hear about that wonderful spot on Lake George where
summer conferences are held. In June, 1915, seven-
teen girls represented our College at the Y. W. C. A.
conference for college girls. They were: Doris H.
Smith, Anna Gordineer, Edith W. Case, Harriet Ted-
ford, Sarah K. Lott, Dorothy Graninger, Hazel Wilson,
and Elsie M. Austin, all of 1916; and Myra L. Du
Mond, Marion I. Blodgett, Hildred M. Griffin, Lucile
Hale, Mildred P. Henry, Ruth L. Dixon, Sabrina Gay-
lord, and Edith O. Wallace, all of 1917.
You are most cordially invited to all the social func-
tions given for the College under Y. W. C. A. As
long as the weather permits, we shall have evening
“Sings ” on the campus week-ends. Then there will
be receptions and parties during the year, and you must
not miss them.
Y. W. C. A. is attempting to supply one need felt in
our College this year, namely, the publication of a
S.C. T. song book. Your support of this enterprise is
earnestly solicited.
Soon you will be asked to join this organization. By
so doing you will be taking your stand for what is
finest and loveliest in college life — Christian ideals.
Watch the bulletin board for notices of all meetings
and social events.
The College Club
Freshman! Have you joined the College Club? If
you haven’t, give your name to the first of its officers
that you meet, for we need you, and after you’ve been
at just one of our meetings we hope that you’ll want
us.
Watch the bulletin board for notices of the time and
place of our meetings. Then come to hear an address
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by somebody well worth hearing, it may be Prof.
Risley, whom you all know; Judge Brady, of Albany’s
Police Court ; Dr. Richardson, whose reminiscences are
delightful; or any one of a score of others to whom
we are all glad to listen.
The officers for this year are as follows:
President. ois scjaiee ee = = Theda Mosher, ’16
Wace: Presidenty./ sis.) Eleanor Dunn, ’18
SEGUCEALY,> Se wie 5 ciel ebeals slapeloua Helen Ross, ’18
Echo Repotter=.-... .2.. . Ethel Houck, ’17
Program Committee....... Edna Albert, 16;
Mildred Lawrence, 717; Maude Rose, 718
There are no dues and few duties. We'll welcome
you
Promethean
The Promethean Society held its annual banquet
last June. Much praise is due those who had charge,
for the decorations and menu were beyond expecta-
tion. President Horowitz acted as toastmaster and
Mr. Louis Ward and Miss Jessie Dunseith delivered
addresses. At the close of the banquet the following
efficers were elected for the ensuing semester:
fessie Dunseith. ce ise cue President
Dorothy Granniger -....-.-. Vice-President
INEary MIN Gomes. aura Gey ture nvan se Secretary
(lose Mansine .euensg) wen tenie Treasurer
AD pabiseeuuta | UlLoys CeUNUp a nai acer HIRE T yo) 0 Critic
Georsé (Cooper ss. 322) Sergeant-at-Arms
The society had a very prosperous year, the meet-
ings being interesting and well attended. Promethean
was especially fortunate in securing Mr. Horowitz as
president. We extend to him our thanks for his able
administration.
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Promethean is also fortunate in her selection of
Miss Dunseith as the next president. Under her ad-
ministration the prosperity of the society is assured.
Promethean greets the new comers to S. C. T. and
desires to make the acquaintance of all those interested
in literature, debate or parliamentary usage.
Delta Omega
Katherine Odell, Marion Blodgett, Hildred Griffin,
Fannie Leach, Helen Rosebrook, Ruth Evans, Ruth
Bayer, Mildred Fleming and Bertha Reedy extend
their greeting to the College from the Delta House on
Western avenue.
Our officers for this year are:
DRaith oe vanistics ache sacs tte cls omen President
Bessie Race
Marion Blodgett ....... Recording Secretary
Mildred Fleming. ..Corresponding Secretary
IM atid eROsery sity 2\ steers onto eye ineys Treasurer
PN OHES MECAULCE Otto 5 cero pete nema yaneiaen teas Critic
Carolyn <Bentiettice ic. o7 sa Echo Reporter
The marriage of Olive Ely to Clarence Fischle oc-
curred on August 14.
Hildred Griffin taught for five weeks in summer
school in Newburgh.
Eta Phi
Eta Phi welcomes you, Freshmen, and wishes you
good luck throughout the year.
At the last regular meeting of Eta Phi the following
officers were elected:
PUI SIS PAT SEED eraie.c2 eS c's wea eace aielaee President
wheda Mosier 2.70 hisscte yc. where Vice-President
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Gris Ouirm eecrrice wie ste ey vere tae ee Secretary
tEtazell Wilson wae Ue net oes en Treasurer
reread I NEGC@ arti iit asta ..0' 3) erate aul Chaplain
Anna Nelson Marshal
NIDFOS es USB enh geo 8). Ulin Mees RUNS cp) WLS e210 ot Critic
Elmetta Van Deloo Echg Reporter
The girls in the Sorority House this fall are: Elsie
Austin, Helen Kelso, Jennie Muhlemann, Theda
Mosher, Doris Smith and Hazel Wilson.
During the summer the engagement of Miss Louise
W. Clement, the English critic, to Professor Harry W.
Hasting was announced.
On September 9th Lillian Farnham was married to
Harold F. Andrews of Albany. They will reside at
83 South Pine avenue, Albany, N. Y.
Ruth Oliver, ’15, is taking a post-graduate course at
Pratt Institute.
The engagement of Sarah Trembly, *11, to Harry
Weaver has been announced. They will be married in
October and make their home in Utica, N. Y.
Kappa Delta
Kappa Delta girls bid you welcome, Freshmen, and
hope that you wil! soon grow to love S. C. T. as much
as we, who know her better, do.
The new officers who take up their duties this fall
are:
INUIEY gyigell Ine ae I Cos eA SE A pa ne, 8, President
PEACE SY ACATTON UN scl sities tila Vice-President
RautheWosely eri )s) ese Recording Secretary
Louise Burleson. ...Corresponding Secretary
Adele Hedges .. Treasurer
ie dith Case ...2:. Chaplain
Harriet Vedfords ih vic set eias ste aise Critic
Bleanor Dini io sieves alsertee Echo Reporter
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Kappa Delta wishes to express loving sympathy for
its president, Mary Allen, in the recent loss of her
father.
The house girls this year are: Anne McIntosh, ’16;
Bessie Baremore, ’16; Katherine Ensign, ’16; Edith
Case, ’16; Frances Larmon, ’16; Marguerite Stewart,
717; Ruth Mosely, ’17; Minnie Feder, ’17; Mildred
White, °17; Elizabeth MacMachon, 718; LeMoyne
Gillette, 718; Adele Hedges, *18, and Louise Burleson,
*18. With these inmates No. 116 North Allen is not
apt to suffer from dullness.
Psi Gamma
Officers for 1915:
Intesiden tyitesvanlli arian ens Clara Anderson
Wice-President: i... 0): Dorothy Graniger
Treasurer Nina Johns
Corresponding Secretary....... Doris Sweet
Recording Secretary .o52.0)./¢. Olive Horning
CEES VI ee ane Sie eteenne ts she Margaret Christ
BichovReporter, ir. aes Elizabeth Curran
Kappa Delta Rho
A new chapter of Kappa Delta Rho, a national fra-
ternity, has been organized in this College. On June
10, 1915, occurred the initiation and banquet. Follow-
ing this the officers were installed by members of the
fraternity from Middlebury College and Cornell Uni-
versity. The charter members are: George W.
Cooper, John McNeill, Ray Townsend, James Walker,
Arthur Burns, Reinart Hohans, John Crehan, Syl-
vester Maguire, Dewitt Townsend, Jacques Horowitz,
Joseph Walker, Alfred Dedicke, Raymond O’Connel,
Ralph Floody, and Prof. Sayles honorary member
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Alunnt Bepartinent
Commencement last June was marked by a new
feature in the form of Alumni Day. Many graduates
returned to celebrate this event. At ten o’clock
Saturday morning, June 12th, the representatives of
the various classes lined up in groups at the Robin
street college entrance. They marched through the
College, across the campus and back again to the front
entrance where each class entertained the spectators
with a “stunt.” The Class of 1914— the youngest
alumni members — returned as infants in long dresses
and baby caps. With them were still younger babies,
the Messrs. Quackenbush and Reynolds, ’15, who de-
manded the constant care of the ever-watchful Charles.
The flowers of 1912 were an attractive feature.
1910—the first class to graduate from our Alma
Mater as a College — appeared as pioneers in appro-
priate costume: Many other classes were represented,
the members. of which entertained with their songs and
cheers. The procession then proceeded to the Audi-
torium where a business meeting was held and the offi-
cers for the following year elected. When this part
of the program was completed an attractive luncheon
was served in the gymnasium by members of the Class
of 1916.
IQI5
Ruth Bissel, 15, is teaching in the Tuxedo High
School, at Tuxedo, N. Y.
E. Louise Carmody, ’15, is assisting in the Chemical
Laboratory under Prof. Bronson this year.
Edith A. Carr, ’15, is teaching English in the Sche-
nectady High School.
Mary E. Horan, ’15, has a position in the Glen Cove
High School, at Glen Cove, N. Y.
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Clarence A. Hidley, ’15, is assistaing in the History
Department under Prof. Risley this year.
Lena C. Knapp, ’15, is teaching at Wallkill, N. Y.
Dorothy McCabe is teaching in the Lowville
Academy, Lowville, N. Y.
Hermine Stuckman, 15, has a position in Fishkill
High School, at Fishkill, N. Y.
Dorothy H. Hailes, ’15, is studying art and design in
New York.
Grace G. Mead, ’15, is teaching in the Tuxedo High
School, at Tuxedo, N. Y.
Barbara B. Pratt, ’15, has a position in Spring Val-
ley why:
Neil R. Quackenbush, ’15, is teaching in Round Lake,
New.
Ethel M. Rose, ’15, has a position in the Cambridge
High School, in Cambridge, N. Y.
Mabel Schmidt, ’15, has a position in Binghamton,
NEG.
Pearl B. Shafer, ’15, is at her home in Albany, N. Y.,
this year.
Almira Waring, ’15, is teaching in the Tuxedo High
School, at Tuxedo, N. Y.
1914
Edith F. Casey, ’14, is teaching in Roxbury, N. Y.
Orris B. Emery, *14, is doing graduate work in
Cornell University.
Abbie C. Franklin, ’14, is teaching in Waterford,
NEY!
Harold W. Goewey, ’14, is principal of the Wallkill
High School.
Mrs. Gerald S. Pratt, mee Rachel A. Griswold, 714,
is living in Spring Valley, N. Y.
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Eva F. Hayes, 14, is teaching Latin in the Albany
High School.
Marguerite W. Pearsall, ’14, has a position in the
Albany High School.
Gerald S. Pratt, ’14, is assistant principal of the
Spring Valley High School.
Louis B. Ward, ’14, is teaching History in the Al-
bany High School.
Jennie Davis, ’14, and Marion A. Wheeler, ’14, are
members of the faculty of the Spring Valley High
School, at Spring Valley, N. Y.
Chester J. Wood, ’14, is teaching Chemistry and
Physics in the Lansingburgh High School, in Lansing-
burgh, N. Y.
Margaret K. Preston, ’14, is assisting in the Hygiene
Laboratory in Albany, N. Y.
Ethel A. Stewart, ’14, is teaching in the Loudonville
Academy.
J. Harry Ward, ’14, has a position in the Loudon-
ville Academy, in Loudonville, N. Y.
1913
Alice Toole, ’13, is teaching in the Tuxedo High
School.
Marion Ploss, ’13, is doing graduate work in Cornell
University this year.
Julien Miles, ’13 H. E., is teaching Domestic Science
in the Tuxedo High School, in Tuxedo, N. Y.
Amy Wood, 713, has a position in the Niagara Falls
High School.
Dorothy Church, *13, is teaching in the Waterford
High School, in Waterford, N. Y.
Sylvia Rogers, ’13, has a position in Geneseo Normal,
teaching German.
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Laura Bristol, 713, is at her home in Ovid, N. Y.
1912
Helen Schermerhorn, ’12, is teaching in the Saratoga
High School.
1911
Ada Edwards, 11, is teaching in the Schenectady
High School.
1910
Mary Denbow, ‘10, is teaching Mathematics in the
Schenectady High School.
E=7 Exchange Departnent
Inasmuch as college papers are inactive during the
summer we can report no exchanges. During the com-
ing year, however, we expect to hear from thé follow-
ing papers: The Concordiensis, Union College, Sche-
nectady, N. Y.; The Crimson and White, College High
School, Albany, N. Y.; The Holy Cross Purple, Holy
Cross College, Worcester, Mass.; The Mirror, Hen-
drix College, Conway, Ark.; The Mount Holyoke,
Mt. Holyoke College, South Hadley, Mass.; The Ridge,
William Smith College, Geneva, N. Y.; The Vassar
Miscellany, Vassar College, Poughkeepsie, N. Y.; The
Westminster Holcad, Westminster College, New Wil-
mington, Pa.
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Athletic Bepartment
Girls’ Athletic Association
We are glad to give a word of welcome to the enter-
ing class of 1919 and we hope before long to become
better acquainted with you through athletics. The
Girls’ Athletic Association stands for the promotion
of all kinds of athletic sports and good times as well.
“Gym frolics”’ for the members of the Association
are held often and you can’t afford to miss these oppor-
tunities to enter into the college life and spirit.
Again the Association feels a strangeness caused
by the loss of its leader, Miss Estabrook, who has
accepted a position as Physical Instructor at the East-
ern State Normal School, Charleston, Ill. We feel
sure, however, that every girl will give Miss Grey, our
new director, a most hearty welcome and loyal support
during this year.
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The Association will be glad to welcome a larger
number of Freshmen to its membership than ever be-
fore. The dues are very small and the enjoyment
you obtain is very large. Then, too, all girls entering
athletic contests must be members of the Association.
All notices for the Athletic Association are posted
on the bulletin board in the lower hall, and Freshmen
are urged to watch it carefully.
A moderately fond father discovered his young
hopeful reading a dime novel.
“Unhand me, villain!” the detected boy thundered,
“or there will be bloodshed! ”
“No,” said the father grimly, tightening his hold on
his son’s collar, “ not bloodshed — woodshed.”
““Shine yer boots, sir?”
“No,” snapped the man.
“ Shine ’em so’s yer can see yer face in ’em?” urged
the bootblack.
“No, I tell you!”
“ Coward!” hissed the bootblack.
“Ts that you, dear?”’ said a young husband over the
telephone. “TI just called up to say that I’m afraid I
won't be able to get home to dinner to-night, as I am
detained at the office.”
“You poor dear,’ answered the wife sympatheti-
cally, “I don’t wonder. I don’t see how you manage
to get anything done at all with that orchestra playing
in your office. Good-bye.”
“Ugh!” spluttered Mr. Jones, “that nut had a
worm in it.”
“ Here,’ urged a friend, offering him a glass of
water, “ drink this and wash it down.”
““ Wash it down!” growled Jones. “Why should
I? Let him walk!”
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English as She Is Parsed
I have a copper penny,
And another copper penny,
Well, then, I know I have
Two copper pence.
I have a Cousin Jenny,
And another Cousin Jenny,
Well, then, pray do I have
Two Cousin Jence?
— Carolyn Wells.
The literary boarder fastened his eye upon the hash.
“Kindly pass the Review of. Reviews,” he said.
A gentleman of Arizona once hanged himself to a
bed-post by his suspenders. The verdict of the
coroner’s jury was:
“ Deceased came to his death by coming home full
and mistaking himself for his pants.”
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READ THIS!
OW much does “The Echo” mean to you as an
- institution of this College? Your estimate of its
value must be and is judged by your patronage of
the various concerns advertising within its covers. They
are the ones who make possible its publication. Will you
not, therefore, show your appreciation of this fact, and
patronize only the merchants patronizing us. Display
your College spirit by mentioning “The Echo” when
shopping. —Adv. Managers.
Index to Advertisers
Books:
Skinner’s Book Store, 44 North Pearl Street.
CLOTHING:
Steefel Bros., 78-82 State Street.
CONFECTIONERY :
The Sign of the Golden Robin, 31 Steuben Street.
DEVELOPING AND FINISHING:
Edward L. Long, Science B’ld’g, State College.
Drucs:
Schneible’s Pharmacy, Western and Lake Avenues.
J. B. Harvith, 251 Central Avenue, 70 and 845 Madi-
son Avenue.
FLOWERS: .
Hazeltine, 32 Central Avenue.
FurRNISHINGS—MEN’s:
Dawson’s, 259 Central Avenue.
GiIFTs:
The Sign of the Blue Bird, 29 Steuben Street.
JEWELRY :
H. W. Antemann, 23 James Street.
Otto R. Mende, Central Avenue near Robin Street.
Bastian Bros., Rochester, New York.
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NNEWSDEALER:
Eugene Sisson, 207 Central Avenue.
PHOTOGRAPHIC SUPPLIES:
F. E. Colwell & Co., 459 Broadway.
PRINTING:
Hamilton Printing Co., 240 Hamilton Street.
ScHoot SUPPLIES:
De Blaey’s, 422-424 Broadway.
Murray’s Book and Stationery Store, 22 Steuben
Street.
Steefel Bros. Price, Service
ALBANY, N. Y- and Quality P rinters
Your character is your-
self. It is born with you and
clings to you unchanged all
through your life. It is the
character in a Steefel Style
which makes men purchase
these excellent clothes season
after season. Right now we
are presenting the new cold- Hamilton Printing Co.
s pcaicaarliay aria 240 Hamilton Street, ALBANY, N.Y.
Printers of the Echo
No Order Too Small For Our Best Attention
Hazeltine’s Flower Shop
Tel. West 1462
32 Central Avenue, Albany, N. Y.
H. w. ANTEMANN
MANUFACTURING JEWELER
Fine School and Class Pins Original Designs Only
Fine Repairing a Specialty
23 James Street 3s ALBANY, N. Y.
EUGENE SISSON
Newsdealer
School Supplies Films for Cameras and Kodaks
Developing and Printing Done
207 Central Ave., Albany. N. Y.
THE SIGN OF THE GOLDEN ROBIN
TEA ROOM
Special favore for Hallawelen Parties
Dainty Lunches, Choice Candies, Ice Cream
31 STEUBEN STREET, ALBANY, N. Y.
A Cordial Welcome Awaits You
at
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GP. r} Albany’s Gift Shup
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The Sign of the Blue Bird
29 Steuben Street Albany, N. Y.
hoe COCLEGE JEVVE LER
AROUND THE CORNER
Headquarters for Ad-a-link Bracelet of Friendship
If you can’t come, Telephone Our phone No. West 1055W
OTTO R. MENDE
3 DOORS ABOVE ROBIN STREET ON CENTRAL AVENUE
De BLAEY’S
Ali Recessary School Supplies
Simplex Note Books, Paper to fit in all ruling Popular Numbers
3804 and 3806
422 & 424 BROADWAY, - - - ALBANY, N.Y.
Second door below State Street
EDWARD 1 thy LONG DEVELOPING, PRINTING and ENLARGING
Post Cards and Enlarged Views of the College
—
Convenient place for the College Men to shop.
For
Men’s Furnishings
and Hats
See
-DAWSON..
2859 Central Ave., ALBANY, N. Y-
Patronize the stores of fo mmm
J.B. HARVITH
Pharmacist
Three Reliable Drug Stores
251 Central Ave., 845 Madison Ave., Cor. Ontario St.,
70 Madison Ave., Cor. Green St.,
ALBANY, N. Y-
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