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White Hyacinths .
Nature Studies
Anna R. Nelson, ’”
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A Revel of Finger-Lake Fairies Ethel M. Houck, ’”
Living in Smith Town Virginia Howard Ray, ’
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VOL. XXIV SEPTEMBER, 1914 No. 1
Biterary Depariment
White Hyacinths
“Tf I had but two loaves of bread I should sell one
of them and buy white hyacinths for my soul.”
It was in the long-ago time when the world was
still young, the time I’ve so often told you about, and
there lived an old man who had a garden full of white
hyacinths. It was a lovely garden, hidden away be-
hind thick stone walls, where olive trees and slender
poplars cast their welcome shade by day, when the
aged man worked over his loved blossoms, and by
night beneath the stars sent a breath of music, faint
and low, whispering out upon the wind.
By day the white-haired man worked, tenderly
breaking up the earth about his flowers and tearing
out the weeds, pausing, when the sun was high in the
heavens, to eat black bread beneath the great olive
tree. When the sun went down he gathered all his
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tools into a vine-covered cottage under the shadow
of the wall, and in the evening stillness he spread a
table and ate his simple meal out among the shadows
and the perfume of the flowers, with the birds
twittering on his kind old shoulders and dipping their
little bills into his cup of milk.
Often while he ate, talking to his bird friends, a
stranger appeared at the low gate in the wall and
asked for food. Then, with the birds fluttering about
his shoulders, the old man used to go to meet the
stranger, bidding him a kindly welcome, drawing up
for him a chair made of the gnarled branches of an
oak, and bringing out more bread and wine and even
some precious honey that came from the white
hyacinths. But he himself ate only black bread and
milk. Sometimes the stranger wondered at the coarse
fare of the old man, but there was seldom a person
who spoke of it; most of them went away with a
shamed silence in their hearts and were more kindly
to the next poor wayfarer they met. Once there was
a man who asked him why he ate black bread when
he might have better food — but I'll tell you of him
later.
Often, when they had eaten, the traveler stayed, and
in the moonlight, with the birds twittering gently in
the leaves overhead, the old man and his guest wan-
dered up and down the paths between the snowy blos-
soms, or sat under the olive trees, with the moon
shining in patches at their feet. Sometimes they
talked, but often the old man played soft, wonderful
melodies on a worn flute — and as often the stranger
felt a queer moisture on his cheek and a new, quiet joy
in his heart when he went to sleep on a bed of
fragrant dried grass beside the old man. And some-
times there was a wanderer who took away with him
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some of the precious white hyacinths. And his hand
the old man held long when they parted at the gate.
One evening while he sat eating his bread and feed-
ing his birds a young man stopped at the gate. He
was richly dressed, a merry, careless looking fellow,
who watched the old man and his birds with some
amusement.
“Father!” he called, ‘‘may I have some of the
bread you are feeding your birds?”
The old man went to the gate, and with the birds
swooping above his head he brought the stranger to
the table and brought him bread and honey, and
picked grapes and ripe olives for him from the nearby
trees and vines. Then, sitting down he finished eat-
ing his own bread and sharing the crumbs with the
birds.
“ Father,” the young man spoke abruptly always,
“why are you eating black bread when there is so
much fruit and honey and wine here?”
“T do not need it. How do they call thee, son?
I would I might call thee by thy name.”
“They call me Saul, and so you may. But why do
you not need it, Father?” the young man persisted.
“ Because I have many things which other people
have not, Saul. I do not need them.”
“But what have you, Father? I fancied you must
be lonely.”
“Ah! I have my white hyacinths, son!” the old
man exclaimed softly, a strange light shining over
his face as if reflected from within.
“White hyacinths! hyacinths. How sweet the
word sounds to one’s ear. But what are white
hyacinths?”
“See!” The old man pointed to the rows of lovely
blossoms.
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Saul bent down. “ Father! they are lovlier than
any in the royal gardens. Where did you get them?”
“JT will tell thee. They would not thrive well in
the royal gardens,” said the old man, and reaching
for his flute he played upon it. And the melody rose
and began to blend into a voice that sang of a life
which was lonely and of an angel touch that made it
glad — glad as the starlight — and of white flowers
that bloomed at the touch of angel garments.
But when the old man put aside his flute, Saul said:
“Tt was a lovely strain you played, Father. Some-
times I almost fancied a voice accompanied you. But
I would know of the hyacinths.. How came you by
them? for I never saw their like.”
“T have told thee, Saul, my son. I could not tell
thee plainer if I would. Come, thou hast traveled
far, and the moon is high in the Heavens. Thy couch
to-night must be dried grass. I would it were softer
for thy tired bones.”
In the morning when Saul was setting out again,
he asked the old man to sell him some of the white
hyacinths, and offered many pieces of gold for them.
But the old man shook his head.
“The white hyacinths are not to be bought with
gold, son. If I sold them to thee they would die in
thy hands and the ones left in my garden would
wither. I would I could give them to thee, Saul, but
thou art not ready yet to receive them.”
“The man is crazed!” thought Saul, half im-
patient, half amused. “Why, I am offering him
thrice the worth of the plants! ”
But when Saul went out from the little gate he
carried no flowers, though the old man murmured a
tender blessing over him, and as he held his hand
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said, ‘““Son, come to me when thou dost desire my
white hyacinths for thy soul.”
“For my soul! Truly the poor old man is crazed,
but a most kindly host withall,” thought Saul as he
went on toward the royal gardens wherein the like of
the white hyacinths did not bloom.
And that night among the king’s friends he told of
his strange “ crazy flower-and-bird-man,” and of the
lovely white blossoms that he could not buy.
The king said thoughtfully, ‘““I would they grew
in my gardens. I have need of them for a vacant
space. Get them for me, Saul — by gold or by stealth
— I will have them for my gardens.”
Saul was greatly perplexed and troubled in his
heart, for he knew that he could not buy the flowers
with gold. “ By stealth ” — he could not do that. The
old man, well, the old man whom he had called
Father, had touched a something deep hidden in Saul’s
nature. But the king’s commands were to be obeyed.
With an uneasy spirit Saul set out with one of the
king’s servants to bring back white hyacinths for the
royal gardens.
It was night, deeply calm and silent. The little
cottage and the hyacinths were gleaming white in the
moonlight. The two horsemen stopped before the
low gate and looked into the garden.
“The old man is asleep. Leave a bag of gold
pieces at his door and take the flowers. Surely it is
foolish for us to parley over a few plants.”
Saul pondered. The old man would not sell them,
but if they took them and left the gold, what else
could he do but accept it? Yet—
“His majesty will have the plants,’
servant.
?
said the king’s
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“Give me the money,” said Saul, getting down
from his horse and leaping over the gate.
But inside the garden his heart gave a miserable
thump. Everything breathed of the kindliness of the
old man whom he had called Father, and he seemed
almost to hear the wonderful song of the flute in the
whispering of the wind among the olive trees.
Shutting out the sounds from his heart, though they
would ring in his ears, he rushed over the grass and
bent down to dig up the precious roots with his knife.
But when he looked no plants were there. He
stared. With an exclamation he plunged his hand
into the earth. He touched a root with his finger, but
when he tried to grasp it, it sank deeper into the
ground. Something made him look up. The old
man was watching him, his eyes sad and tender.
“My son, the king hath no need of my flowers.
When thou dost desire them for thy soul, come to
me.”
“His majesty, the king, will not brook this dis-
obedience to his commands,” said the king’s servant.
And the king’s servant knew his master.
Later, Saul, marked with the sign of the king’s
displeasure, a knotted oak branch which he used for
a staff, wandered down the dusty road, lonely and
with bitterness in his heart, yet with a strange exult-
ing that he had not betrayed the old man. “ For the
king’s servant knows not the way alone! ” he breathed.
“ And perhaps there is happiness in a lowly life.”
But the wanderer found no happiness. In rain he
traveled from one boundary of his country to the
other. Where he had been courted he was despised.
He was an outcast from the favor of the king!
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“ Have I then no friends who loved me for my-
self?” he wondered bitterly. He thought often of
the old man.
““T will go into foreign countries where they shall
not know me and my knotted staff.’ And he set
forth and went into a foreign city where there were
many poor and wretched people, among whom he took
up his abode, and by them he was received and loved.
Many years he lived there, loving and helping them.
By day he worked beside them, and by night he taught
their children. Often he thought of the old man
eating black bread while his guest ate fruit and drank
wine, and often he gave his food to his neighbors
who were a shade poorer than he.
At length there came a fever that killed many of
the rich and poor of the city, but of the poor it killed
the more, and among them the girl Saul loved. While
the plague lasted Saul cared for his friends, but when
it had passed he could no longer endure the pain of
living where so many dear ones had been. “I must
go away from here a little while!” he pleaded with
the few poor who were left. “In a little while I
shall come to you again, only let me go. I must, I
must!” And his friends, for they were friends, let
him go, sadly.
There was but one place to go. He longed to call
the old man Father once more and to look upon the
lovely flowers and hear the song of the flute.
It was evening when he reached the low gate, weary,
dusty, an overwhelming sorrow in his heart. The old
man was sitting at the little table beneath the olive
tree. He came to meet Saul, lips smiling, eyes very
kind.
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“Paul, my son! Thou art in good time!” and he
led him to the table. But when the old man would
bring wine, Saul said:
“Father, I too would eat black bread. I care not
for wine and honey.”
“Thou shalt eat black bread with me, Paul, my son,
and take the wine and honey to thy people. Hast
thou come for thy white hyacinths?” he asked.
The young man started. “I understand thee not,
Father. I cannot buy thy flowers now. I have noth-
ing of value in the world.”
“What hast thou? Is thy knapsack empty?”
“T gave the last crust to a poor fellow but an hour
ago. I have nothing.”
“Nay, Paul, thou hast paid for thy hyacinths many
times over without thy poor crust.”
Then the old man picked an armful of blossoms
and laid them before Saul. And still the numbers in
the beds were unbroken.
“And thou didst try to buy them with gold!” the
old man laughed gently.
“To-morrow thou shalt take up thy abode with me
in the garden among the white hyacinths, or thou
mayst take a basket of the roots back with thee if
thou wouldst still live with thy people.”
“Father, I must live with my people, and they shall
have share in my flowers, for they deserve them more
than I.”
“As thou wilt, Paul, for thou art Paul to me.
And now will I sing for thee upon my flute and thou
shalt understand my song full well!”
,
Anna R. NELSON, ’17.
THE ECHO 13
Nature Studies
Morning
The little lake nestles among the wooded hills in the
chill of early dawn and but dimly reflects in that im-
perfect light the overhanging woods. The clouded
mirror is broken only by the occasional flight of a
bird in search of its morning prey. Colorless, except
fer the reflected hillsides, it is a ghastly, chilly spec-
tacle. Nothing warm and inviting, no touch of beau-
tiful color, only a grey, penetrating air vaulted by a
thick white fog hanging in threatening silence a hun-
dred feet above. Here is a repose, which in its very
quiet, forbids intrusion.
Gradually the picture changes. An invisible spirit
seems to push quietly aside the grey mantle and with
magic brush to color the scene. The fragile glcom
weakens before the power of another day’s light.
Soon the forest aisles will be discernible. And now
a red glow appears in the east and makes the whole
horizon bright with its beauty. The creatures begin
to stir, a bird flutters overhead, rabbits hop out from
the undergrowth and scuttle across the glade. It is
as a muted orchestra, this waking world, set to music.
What suppressed choirs are in those glancing rays!
It bubbles up through the trees, at first faintly, then
redly. Like a great ball of living fire it rises — flame
without smoke. The forest is set ablaze. It is a new
splendor. A red wound lies across the sky, in which
a master artist dips his finger and sketches a triumph,
to be seen but once in time. Now the little lake is a
surface of burnished copper. Its tiny waves, fanned
by the slight breeze, leap up like flames and reflect the
great shafts of light. From every woodland nook the
birds raise a joyous matin song.
14 THE ECHO
The thought that this great miracle had taken place
in so simple a way, and that an apparently dead, un-
attractive world has been changed in so brief a flight
of time, is eloquent of a great power beyond those
reddened clouds. What word can interpret the depths
of emotion? The awe and wonder of it all is signifi-
cant of that great God, whose message is so hard for
some of us. But here is His religion — yes, in a most
glorious sermon.
Midday
The sun, steadily mounting through the morning,
seems, like many a human being, almost to have
changed from a kindly light bearer to a cruel despot.
From his meridian he pours a torrent of heat which,
in successive waves, drenches the valley with fiery
overflow. It were well to seek the cooling embrace of
the lake and, amid its depths, to laugh defiance at the
brazen disk; or beneath the shade of that broad maple
to lie quiescent, gazing out across the water and idly
watch the insect life which holds fierce revel. The
diapason of a black and gold bee is the most persistent
note which reaches the ear, interrupted now and again
by the vindictive twang of more fiery insects as they
flash past in pursuit of prey. The touch of the grass
is grateful to the body, as with dreamy eyes we yield
to the soothing spell. The glaring sky, resting upon
the light-bathed hills, the glassy lake, the still grasses,
so ready to wave in the slightest breeze, all unite in
weaving the magic of repose. Where now is the
crisp energy of the early morning, the frank ambition,
the joy of life? The trees, no longer bent by fresh
winds, are sunk as it were in torpor. The very
flowers droop in dejection. It is a time to meditate,
to drowse, to sleep in the arms of nature, even as
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mother earth slumbers in the embrace of her potent
lord and master.
And so the bee hums, and somewhere a faint,
monotonous chirp makes the silence more complete.
Far up on the opposite hill the dim outline of a plow-
man can be seen urging his tired horses. A bird
flutters out from the wood and then, as if overcome
by the relentless sun, flies back to its former place.
The cattle have sought the shadow, the birds have re-
tired to the thickets, and we too must needs for the
moment yield — and sleep.
Night
At night in this quiet little valley perfect peace
reigns, and the friendly moon silvers its hillsides and
spreads a pale lustre over the lake’s liquid mirror.
Only the tired lapping of the wavelets on the beach
breaks the drowsy stillness. Just to lie there tran-
quilly with face upturned to the star-strewn heavens
gives quiet, unequalled content. Suddenly the doleful
call of a whippoorwill floats over the water, at first
with jarring note, but quickly it melts into the picture
and adds potency to the spell. Now the deep tone of
a frog sounds from the other shore and seems to be
mellowed as it travels through the stillness. Higher
and higher mounts the moon, flooding formerly indis-
tinct places with an opalescent. light and decking the
gloomy trees with a silver veil. The one naked
shoulder of the hill stands out in pallid beauty. The
lower side is still sunk in darkness, and in its lurking
shadows many an enemy crouches in stealthy silence.
But I feel safe and content in my cozy clearing. <A
breath of scented air steals across the valley and bears
in its perfumed breast a tangle of insect jewels. A
great white moth skims noiselessly through the moon-
16 THE ECHO
shine as if it were the ghost of some spirit of the night
who thus guards its peace. As the dainty sentry dis-
appears a mournful cadence echoes from the nearby
wood and penetrates the brooding calm with a vague
suggestion of terror and menace. The owl, true lover
of night, is yet the enemy of its peace. As the wailing
misery once more arises a black bat flickers across the
moon’s silver disk as if it were the sinister messenger
from that evil heart in the woods. Sing louder, ye
breezes, strike a deeper note, yet water creatures, and
blot out from my ear that unlovely wail! This is my
night, and I am one with the Spirit of Nature!
As drowsy eyelids droop, the vast velvet dark closes
about me and bears me up! I do not hear; I do not
see ; no — I am one with every sound and every odor;
I am lost, absorbed in the night, and as my ravished
soul flares forth into its own, I am at peace — and
sleep.
THE ECHO I7:
From Pearl Street to Broadway
“A fly-swatter, mister? It’s a good cause!”’ The
portly old man, thus waylaid by my companion,
stopped short, wiped the dust from his face, and then
said with an expansive smile, ‘‘ I don’t know anything
about babies! I’m an old bachelor!’ ‘“ Well, I’m
an old maid!” said my companion, holding out the
box for his quarter. But I, seeing prospects of a
proposal right there on the spot, grabbed the “ lady
in the case” wildly by the arm and dragged her off
down the street to sell fly-swatters.
The crowd came swarming up and down the street,
and there were people of big pocketbooks and little
hearts, and people of little pocketbooks and big hearts.
Some people were totally deaf — a sudden attack from
which they would recover shortly — and some people
at least smiled if they couldn’t do anything else. Two
middle-aged ladies sallied forth into the hurrying
crowd from a side street. I stopped one and asked
her to buy my wares. She gave a jerky little turn
toward the lady who was following her with, “‘ There,
Mariar Ann, I told you I’d be swatted before I could
get back to home, but I didn’t think it would be before
I’d sot my foot on the ground ten times!”
But the strangest part of it all was that the people
whom we thought were too poor to ask were the most
willing givers. Two young Italians with their shovels
under their arms stopped us and asked, “ We want
know why for people give you money.” Weexplained
as well as we could in a few words. They looked at
us eagerly and seriously, and then each put his hand
in his pocket and drew out a quarter. A well-dressed,
aristocratic banker with a cane gave me a dollar and
18 THE ECHO
a sample of his patronizing air, but I think the Italians’
quarters really meant more.
An auto stopped along the street and the chauffeur
was immediately asked to “‘ Help along the cause.”
“Well, you see it’s like this,” he answered. “If you
could sell me a swatter and then give me a written
receipt for it so I could exhibit it as proof to every-
body else that asked me that I’m not a tight-wad, I’d
be perfectly willing to buy it. Anyway I can’t cart one
of them things around on a cold day like this without a
fly in sight!” That was the best excuse we got, with
the exception of the bootblack, who said, ‘‘ We aren’t
afflicted with flies at the Ten Eyck!”
Further down the street a crowd of young baseball
players, fully equipped with the usual amount of bats
and balls and wire cages and chewing gum and grins,
came up. Now I thought, “‘Here’s my chance!” I
held out a fly-swatter to the first boy with the usual
plea. He looked at the swatter a minute and said,
“Why, you know, I’m just going over to catch some
flies!”” The crowd passed on laughing uproariously.
A very dirty, ragged little newsboy passing by with
his bundle of papers looked up at me with a look
which said, “ Now, you see what it’s like, don’t you!”
Heten KELso, ’17.
THE ECHO 19
A Revel of Finger-Lake Fairies
Under the blue, star-studded sky the whole world
of men slept. Since men are mere mortals they could
not know that this was the night of the vine fairies’
annual féte. But the trees, the grass, the brooks, the
lakes, the vines, and the beautiful grapes all knew.
Had the vineyards not waited, and planned, and
hoped for this very night even since the Spring Queen
visiting them in the dawn of an April morning, had
left the print of her finger tips in swelling brown and
green buds? They did not forget as the buds grew
and unfolded themselves into broad green leaves which
met, and touched, and half-covered each other, until
the hillsides were all a waving sea of dark, soft green;
a sea on which the winds played, turning up here and
there the pale silvery linings of the leaves, until one
called them white caps on a rough sea. Then when
the blossoms came, dainty feathery, little flowers, hid-
ing their creamy loveliness beneath the abundant
foliage, a joyous thrill ran over the hills, saying:
“Now the vine fairies will be coming! Now the
vine fairies will be coming!”
After the color, and fragrance, and beauty of the
blossoms had fled away into Fairyland, came in their
places on the vines tiny, round balls of pale green,
which grew through the smiles of the Sun God, and
through the happy tears of the Rain Queen, until they
were as large as acorns. Then through their glisten-
ing skin soft tints began to show, blues, reds, and
creams, which slowly shaded during the warm days
of late summer into purple, marcon, crimson, pink,
and greenish-white —the fairies were choosing the
colors for their ball gowns.
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And now October had come, painting a brighter
flush on the smooth, soft cheek of each grape.
* a ok ok *
A round, golden moon hung high up in the sky,
dimming the brilliance of the thousand stars. Its
beams traced silvery pathways along the hillsides and
across the lake. At one end of the lake the moon-
light made the still, satiny surface of the water a
gleaming ballroom floor.
A tiny dewdrop fell through the air and struck a
white Niagara grape. The vine quivered for an
instant, then the skin of the grape burst open and
from it slowly emerged a fairy form, clad all in
shimmering green of palest hue. The first fairy
fluttered her wings and flew gracefully down to the
next grape. At a touch from her wing the sleeping
spirit awakened and a second fairy, very like the first,
swayed on the heavy, creamy cluster. Then together
they flew away to whisper the call to others of their
imprisoned sisters until all the green fairies should
be_ released.
Another drop of dew fell on the vineyard, and the
first Catawba fairy, enveloped in many folds of filmy
gauze of deepest maroon, burst open the walls of her
prison, and, like the first fairy, flew away to give the
magic touch to the other sleeping Catawbas.
Then the Delaware fairies were released, and the
rose-pink hues of their soft gowns gleamed in a hun-
dred places along the hills.
At length a hush fell upon the vineyards. The three
Fairy Princesses gathered each her own train about
her and silently they waited. Through the quiet air
fell a single large, bright star. It hung motionless a
moment above one corner of the great vineyard and
then broke into a million dazzling fragments, which
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sparkled, and scintillated like so many chip diamonds
above the eastern vineyard and fell in a golden shower
upon the dusky clusters there. At their touch the
Concord Queen rose majestically through the air up
to where the star had hung. She was radiant in her
royal purple robes which fell in graceful folds about
her. After her came the other Concord fairies in
darkest purple like their queen.
When they had all gathered about her, the queen
spread her wings and following a moonbeam path-
way drifted down to the moonlit lake and over it to
the place where fell the brightest light. After her
came all the purple Concord fairies, the rose-pink
Delawares, the Catawbas in their maroon gowns, and
the Niagaras with their pale green garments.
From hill and valley came the guests; tall, stately,
graceful fairies of Elm and Maple, shy, laughing
Brook sprites, and gentle, timid Grass spirits.
Together the fairies danced upon the shining water,
while tiny fireflies glimmered among them. They
were as light and as graceful as milkweed down
when it floats on the breeze in late summer. They
glided easily over the silvery ripples which played
upon the water. Dew fell from the sky to refresh
them and humming birds brought them sweet nectar
distilled from the pollen of fringed, blue-eyed gentians.
The Majestic Queen of the Revels flitted graciously
among her guests, but ever she watched with anxious,
half-happy, half-sad eyes the paling stars above her.
As she looked one star grew pale and obscure, then
faded out, and a Delaware fairy had vanished from
the dancing throng. Star after star disappeared, and
with each a fairy, until not a rose-pink gown was to
be seen on the lake. Then vanished the glowing
Catawba fairies with their Princess, and after them
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the Niagaras, the spirits of the Trees, of the Brooks,
and of the Grass, until the Concord Queen and her
train remained alone.
The warm flush of coming morn dyed the eastern
sky, and as its brightness grew the purple fairies, too,
faded away from sight.
Only the Queen was left to greet the Rising Sun
when he shone above the horizon. As his warm
rays fell upon the lake a thin vapor rose up about
the Queen and hid her from view. Then it rose, and
floating on the breeze to the eastern vineyard hung
there like a purple haze during all the days of the
Autumn.
Eruet M. Houck, ’17.
THE ECHO 23
Living in Smith Town
SmitH Town, N. Y.,
4 April 8, 1913.
DrarR UNCLE JoHN:
Mother says it is a shame for us to let you be away
at that sanitarium a whole week without writing you.
It takes such a long time to get moved and it keeps
you so busy! When I didn’t have anything else to
do Mother made me shoo the flies out the back door
that the cleaning man let in the front.
Our house is the dearest place. It is lots more con-
venient than the old one, especially my room, which
is so tiny that I can only squeeze in half of a bed, and
I have to keep my clothes in the lower half, because
there is no clothespress, and dress on the upper half.
Whenever I want the window opened or the door
closed.all I have to do is to reach out of bed to open
or close them, respectively.
Your room is much larger and has four windows.
Mother is going to let me put that in order all alone.
Three of your windows look out upon the next-door
neighbor’s garden, but of course nothing is growing
there now.
It has been dreadfully cold here. We have had to
keep the furnace going all the week. It is a hot-
water furnace, and it has an arrangement that lets the
water run out into the bathtub when it gets too hot.
I think that is a very good idea, only this morning it
got too hot while I was taking a bath.
This is the funniest neighborhood. All the people
are divided into two sets: those who speak to the
Smith’s and those who don’t. Antoinette, eldest
daughter of the House of Smith, has announced her
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intention of calling on me, and Mother has decreed
that we belong to the other set.
At present I don’t know a soul here, with the excep-
tion of one little red-haired, freckle-faced youngster
who spoke to me the first day. We haven’t reached
the “ what’s-your-name” stage of acquaintanceship
yet, but I have a dreadful suspicion that she is a Smith.
I hope you are not worrying about Muggins. I am
taking the very best care of him, and I think he has
grown fully an inch. He seems to enjoy his new sur-
roundings very much.
Please do hurry up and get well because I miss you
dreadfully ; and don’t let that money trouble you any
longer. It is much more fun to be poor.
Your loving niece,
RutTH.
SmitH Town, N. Y.,
April 16, 1913.
Dear UNcLE JOHN:
Did you ever have painter’s colic? I don’t suppose
you ever did, but I have. You see last week I put
your room in order. The floor was dreadful. It had
been painted red, and over that green, and the green
had worn off in a good many places and the red in
some. Mother didn’t approve of my painting it, but
she didn’t say I couldn’t.
The hours I spent painting it brown
Were filled with many pains for me.
I think they heard my groans all through Smith Town.
Such misery! Such misery!
The rest of your room is to be a surprise for you
when you come home.
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Oh, dear! I just heard the awfullest squawking
noise, and I ran to the window to see what the trouble
was, and the man next door was killing a chicken.
This is a dreadful neighborhood!
That little red-haired girl I wrote you about is a
Smith. I found out yesterday when she came here
after her doll. She had been playing with it and had
laid it down, and Muggins had ran off with it.
That dog is getting to be a dreadful thief. Yester-
day he stole a little boy’s cap and the day before he
brought home a child’s rubber. He has a whole col-
lection of balls that he has brought home from time
to time.
I do wish Mother would let me go to the Smiths’.
Their cow has a new baby lamb, and I am so anxious
to see it.
It is much warmer here now. The trees are be-
ginning to leaf. There is a tree by your window
where robins and yellow birds (I don’t know what
you call them) and sometimes orioles sing.
I am sending you a box of cookies that I baked
yesterday. I hope you will like them. I learned how
to make them at school.
With love,
RutxH.
P. S. — Mother says it is a calf, not a lamb, that the
Smiths’ cow has. She also says she will write you
to-morrow. Ree,
Smiru Town, N. Y.,
April 24, 1913.
Dear UNcteE Joun:
We all are so glad to know you are better. I can
hardly wait for you to come home. I am awfully
glad you liked my cookies. I am sending you some
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more. Don’t worry about my painter’s colic. It
only lasted one day, and the floor is more than worth it.
It didn’t hurt half so badly as the tooth I had filled
yesterday. Mother took me to the dentist’s. And
what do you think? He said it was my bi-cussed
tooth, and he would have to use a rubber-damn!!!
I thought Mother would make me come right home,
but she didn’t, miserable dicter.
When we got home we found the minister from the
church three doors below us awaiting our arrival. He
said he wished we would keep our dog in on Monday
and Wednesday evenings. It seems they have their
choir rehearsal then, and Muggins, who has developed
a marvelous tenor voice, has twice entered the church
through a door they always keep open and joined
in with the choir.
I just got this far when Antoinette Smith called and
stayed all the afternoon. She is dreadfully tiresome.
I wouldn’t go to see her for all the cows and cowets in
the neighborhcod.
Here comes the mail man.
With love,
Ruta.
SmitH Town, N. Y.,
April 30, 1913.
Dear UNCLE JoHN:
Mother received a letter to-day saying that Dr.
Mitchell is coming to visit us. Isn’t that dreadful! Do
you remember how he used to scold me because I
couldn’t sit still on a chair with my hands folded while
he talked for hours about his solar plexus? I don’t
believe he ever smiled in his life, excepting that time
when TI lost my balance in church and stood on my
head until he came and helped me right side up. That
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smile saved me a spanking, too. Do you remember
how, as punishment, Mother told me to sit still on a
chair for half an hour and meditate upon the enormity
of my sin, and how you turned the clock ahead and
took me for a soda?
The trees are getting very green around here now.
This is going to be the prettiest place. I do hope you
will get all well by the time the flowers are out.
Your loving niece,
RutH.
P. S.— Mother says my letters are the most un-
satisfactory things imaginable. She says I cover a
great amount of space saying nothing. So here is
the news:
1. The weather is fair, and we hope it will con-
tinue so.
2. The family, including Muggins, is enjoying the
best of health, and hope you are improving rapidly.
3. We broke the hinge on the back door and a man
came to fix it yesterday.
4. There is a hoot-owl in the trees near here, and
he sings—no I don’t believe it is singing — but he
makes some kind of a noise all night.
5. We have a nest of wood’s-pussies under our back
shed. Last evening one of them came out and
smelled of me while I was in the yard. It was an
exciting moment. We all walk on tip-toe and hold
our breath when we go by the shed. Did you ever
see a wood’s-pussy, Uncle John? They look just like
a big black cat only larger, and they have white on
their tails. They smell very badly if you touch them.
That is why they don’t keep them at zoos.
6. Yesterday the Smiths sold their baby calf to a
butcher. You can see what kind of a family they are.
This is all the news I can think of. Roc:
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SmitH Town, N. Y.,
May 8, 1913.
Dear UNcLE JOHN:
Dr. Mitchel has gone home at last. Mother says I
disgraced the family. I made a mistake and used salt
instead of sugar for the cake I baked and we never
found it out until he had eaten a piece.
Then he asked me if I liked to practice, and I said,
“No, I don’t. It gives me the jim-jams.”
He looked horrified and so did Mother. She asked
me where I had heard that word, and I said the boy
next door had said that rattling a paper gave his rab-
bits the jim-jams.
“Well, I wouldn’t use it again if I were you,” she
said.
Later she told me it meant delirium tremens and I
had supposed it meant nervous.
After that I stayed upstairs and sewed. You know
I never made a pocket handkerchief in my life, but
while Dr. Mitchel was here I made a whole dress.
Mother didn’t know a thing about it. It almost made
me cross-eyed trying to fit the sleeves in the back. I
felt like Muggins when he chases his tail. Sewing is
as easy as can be. It is just like geometry. Given
an irregular six-sided polyhedron to cover four sides
with a rectangular piece of material six yards long and
one yard wide.
I know one thing I have to be thankful for next
Thanksgiving: that the one and only man in our
family isn’t anything like Dr. Mitchel.
Aren’t you almost well by this time?
Lovingly,
Rurs.
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SmitnH Town, N. Y., -
May 12, 1913.
Dear UNCLE JoHN:
I am writing this while my hair is drying. I just
washed it. You see I went to lift the molasses jug
off the top shelf and it upset all over me. Mother
had to scrape it off with a knife, and she scolded me
all the while for being so careless, but I don’t think it
troubled her half so much as it did me. I looked
worse than the time they tarred and feathered me at
school with molasses and cotton. You remember, it
was when I was initiated into our society.
Mother has allowed me to join a cookery class here.
You know I had some cookery before at school. This
is just a summer class, and the girls are so funny
We work in pairs, and I have the queerest partner.
The first day I washed the dishes and she wiped them.
When I felt of the rinsing water it was cold. I told
her, and she said:
“Oh, that is only to rinse them in, you know.”
The next lesson she asked me what to do with
an egg shell.
“Throw it away!” I said.
“Do you?” she asked. “‘ Well, you know I never
took cookery before.”
Then we made Welch rarebit and she tried to
grate two pounds of cheese through a coffee strainer.
There was a grater in her desk, but she didn’t know
what it was for. One day we boiled rice, and you
should have seen Mary carefully lift out the upper
part of her double boiler and salt the water under-
neath. JI asked her if she thought that would im-
prove the flavor any. When she washes dishes she
wipes them on her hand towel and when she washes
her hands she wipes them on her dish towel.
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Mary’s people are poor and have ten children. Just
think if she has ten children, and each of them has
ten children, and so on, and none of them ever know
any more about cookery than they get taught at home,
what a dreadful drawback it will be to our nation.
Half the girls in our class don’t know any more than
she does, and yet some people say domestic science is
nonsense.
I hope this long letter won’t tire you just when you
are getting well.
With best love,
RurH.
SmitH Town, N. Y.,
May 16, 1913.
Dear UNCLE JoHN:
It is tco good to be true. I'll be so dee-lighted to
see you I know I shall squeal right out in the station.
And to think those bank men offered you that splendid
position! Are you certain sure you are strong enough
to take it.
The trees outside yeur window are all in blossom.
There are two apple trees, a cherry tree, and three
pear trees. The apple trees are the loveliest things
imaginable, all pink and white. They make your room
smell so sweet. You will just love it here, I know.
It has been the most glorious day. The sky was
such a wonderful shade of blue, with only one or two
cottony clouds floating across it. Now it is twilight
and the birds are singing beautifully.
But best of all is that you are coming home.
Your excited
RutuH.
P. S.—I haven't anything more to say, but Mother
says you won’t know this is from me unless I add a
postscript. VirGINIA Howarp Ray, 17.
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Tranquillity
Just between the two mountains on the opposite side
of the lake the moon was rising. Before its ascending
brightness the nearest mountain lcomed up like a huge
black shadow casting its silent influence over the lake.
When the glowing disk appeared, it threw a shining
path of light across the polished surface of the water.
The shadows on either side appeared blacker in con-
trast, so that the distant shore line was no longer vis-
ible. The night air was warm and still, giving one
the sensation of drowsiness. There was no breeze to
disturb the placid smoothness of the water, not even
a rustle among the leaves of the poplar tree near by.
All sounds had died away. Birds had sought their
nests, crickets were silent, even the bullfrogs had
ceased croaking. A hush pervaded the very air while
nature slept.
Mivprep C. WHITE, 717.
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Su Memunriam
After a long and honorable career in the service of
education in this State William J. Milne, president
of the New York State College for Teachers, died in
Bethlehem, N. H., on the fourth day of September in
the seventy-second year of his age.
He was graduated from the University of Rochester
in 1868. From that university he received the degree
of A. B., A. M. Ph. D. and LL. D. He was a teacher
in the Brockport State Normal School for about four
years, and then he became principal of the State Nor-
mal School in Geneseo in 1871, where he remained
until 1889 when he was chosen to succeed Doctor
Waterbury in what was then known as the State Nor-
mal School at Albany.
He consented to accept the position as head of this
institution with the understanding that the courses and
the character of the work should be somewhat changed,
and that the institution should no longer be a State
Normal School, but should have the title State Normal
College. It was his design and desire to make the
College what might well have been called an Institute
of Pedagogy, in which the science and the art of teach-
ing should be specially emphasized. He aimed to give
wide and thorough training to fit young men and
women to become teachers. It was his aim to make
the courses such that graduates of academic colleges
would come to the State Normal College to receive
this training with reference to their professional
careers. In the course of a few years after he had
become president of the Normal College, a large num-
ber of graduates of the different colleges became
students of this institution and their number contin-
ually increased until it seemed as if the desire of
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Doctor Milne’s heart would be gratified and the Col-
lege would occupy a singular and unique place among
the educational institutions of the country. The value
of pedagogical training in addition to scholarship was
already beginning to impress the minds of the leading
educators and naturally courses in pedagogy were
soon offered in almost all colleges, and naturally too,
students of these colleges would prefer to take the
courses in pedagogy there offered. Fewer students
therefore applied for admission to the State Normal
College. Doctor Milne was equal to the emergency
and he succeeded in haying the charter of the College
changed so as to give, in addition to the special courses
in pedagogy, the regular academic courses of four
years. His vision of the possibilities of the union of
scholarship and special training was soon justified by
the rapid increase of the number of students. Under
his wise guidance the institution grew and the quality
of the work done by the members of the Faculty and
by the students constantly improved. He, himself,
would have said that this success was largely the result
of the loyalty and fidelity of his associates, but they
knew perfectly well, and were glad to confess, that
his was the grasp and his was the power that produced
results which were so gratifying.
The effectiveness of Doctor Milne’s administration
was never better shown than in the period between the
burning of the old College building and the erection
of the present building. Only those who were closely
associated with him knew all the labor and the anxiety
which rested upon him. The character of the present
College building is a monument to his wisdom and his
zeal.
Last year, as a result of his long continued and
earnest endeavors, the name of the College was
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changed to one which more strictly indicates its quality,
and he was well content when the institution of which
he was president became known as the New York
State College for Teachers.
Doctor Milne was not only a very able administrator
but he was also a remarkable teacher. He had peculiar
gifts of imparting knowledge and of causing his pupils
to think for themselves and during the period of almost
half a century when he was connected with schools
of this State, he brought the influence of his person-
ality and his ideals to bear upon thousands of young
men and women. Those whom he taught he never
forgot. He was always interested in their success and
there can be no doubt that they in turn remembered
him and honored him as well. He could be stern when
he felt that it was his duty to rebuke any of his pupils,
but in his judgment and his treatment of them he was
always just. He tried and loved to encourage them
in their work and to give them always the benefit of
his advice which was the result of his own experience.
The last twenty-five years of Doctor Milne’s life
were spent in the service of this College and his asso-
ciates think of him not only as a great administrator
and a wonderful teacher, but as a clear and vigorous
thinker with unusual power of marshalling arguments
and an effective way of meeting and brushing aside
objections to them. Some of them have thought that
he would have had a remarkable career as a lawyer,
but the profession of teacher was the one that appealed
most strongly to him. To them also he seemed singu-
larly free from guile and very modest in his estimate
of his own ability and of the work that he had done.
He was wonderfully kind and sympathetic in his
relations to the members of the Faculty and he had an
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abundant measure of that fine spirit of charity which
thinketh no evil and rejoiceth in good.
Doctor Milne was connected with many organiza-
tions and societies whose members respected and
honored him and he was an Elder of the Presbyterian
Church whose beliefs he cherished and to which he
was always loyal. He was a Christian in his faith
and in his life and all those who have come under his
influence will be thankful that they were permitted to
know him.
Che Erhu
VOL. XXIV SEPTEMBER, 1914 No. 1
Board of Editors
$ : i Editor-in-Chief
Lovursp H. Powers
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eee s 4 : Athletic Hditors
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Contributions and expressions of opinion are solicited from the
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“You Never Can Tell”
There was a young maid who said: “ Why
Can’t I look in my ear with my eye?
If I give my mind to it,
I surely could do it,
You never can tell ’til you try.”
Thus sang an unknown singer, and the little gem
seems especially intended for our newest friends and
classmates, 1918. Though you are great and mighty
in numbers, you are small in experience, and College
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has much to give you. It is bringing wonderful oppor-
tunities along every line; the best of everything is
here for you. Why cannot you return your best
efforts? Within four years some one of you will be
writing an editorial for the September Ecno; an-
other will be planning the Senior Reception, another,
the basketball schedule for that most glorious and
successful year, 1917-18. Each one of you will find
his place. Begin now to conform to your new environ-
ment, to enter into the spirit of your College. Help
to make it a spirit of Progress, and Progress will be
yours. We do not ask you to forget the Past, but to
live in the Present, and “‘ follow the Gleam ” to a still
more glorious Future. Enter into College life, its
work and its play; both are vitally important. And
College will bring you — you never can tell!
News Department
Faculty Notes
It is with regret that we hear of Mrs. Mooney’s
resignation. May she find in the years to come the
rest and leisure which are her reward.
We extend the heartiest welcome to our new Pro-~
fessor of English, Harry W. Hastings.
We are glad to have with us Miss Estabrook of the
Sargent School of Physical Education. Best wishes
for a most successful year!
MorWie Cova.
The Y. W. C. A. will hold regular meetings every
Wednesday afternoon at 4:15 o’clock in the High
School chapel. These meetings are led by the students,
members of the College Faculty, pastors of Albany
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churches and traveling secretaries who come to Albany
from time to time. Make them a part of your schedule
and you will get an inspiration from them. Come and
see what they are like.
There will be many social functions during the year.
Try to take advantage of all of them—they are
planned especially for you. We need your help.
The lunch counter in the lower hall of the Science
Building is conducted by the Association. It needs
your support in many ways. If you have some spare
time, volunteer your services to help.
This Association sent the following girls as dele-
gates to the Eastern Student Conference of Y. W.
C. A. at Silver Bay, Lake George, in June: Ruth
Eggleston, ’15; Lena Knapp, ’15; Alice Brown, ’15;
Doris Smith, ’16; Marion Fleming, ’15; Clara Ander-
son, ’16; Ethel Reynolds, ’15; Carolyn Wamback,
715; Leah Urquhart, *14; Helen Loveless, ’16; Pearl
Shafer, ’15; Grace Matthews, ’16; Katherine Ensign,
716; Nellie Clements, ’15.
In the past, mission and Bible study classes have
been conducted. It is probable that we will have such
classes this year. Watch the Bulletin Board for an-
nouncements in regard to them.
Our last appeal is for your membership. Join the
Association that together we may help others and in
so doing be mightily helped.
The College Club
The annual election of officers of the College Club
took place May 27, 1914. The result follows:
ER ESIG ENE Reisen ay a) ak Roe Ruth F. Evans
Vice-President oo ss... Marion Chapman
ISBGreLOr Nomina Gi necsay tener Marvel A. Jones
TREP OVC sir ss See Edith O. Wallace
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The following were elected to form, with the
officers, the Program Committee: Theda A. Mosher,
Ethel M. Rose and Marguerite C. McKelligett.
Join this organization! No dues and the best
opportunity to hear things worth while!
Promethean
A live Promethean greets you! Come to a meeting
if you enjoy poetry, music or debate. All are wel-
come!
The officers for the coming year are:
PENA CIEL DMAP N eee tl Agnes Futterer
Vice-President ........... Edward L. Long
SECKELONN Wain ete ered are Herbert Crozier
DT EU SIT CFE Ce valaas Hes OMe Ae Mary I. Allen
Parliamentary Censor. .William F. Nusbaum
Borussia
Class of 1918! Borussia welcomes you and hopes
that it may have a proportionate number of your class
as its members. We have had a successful year, but
anticipate more success the coming year.
Come and join us in influencing the students to take
a keener interest in the Germans, their language and
literature, The only requirement for membership is
an interest in German. Our meetings are held every
two weeks and are interesting as well as instructive.
We desire German speakers at our meetings and are
usually fortunate enough to obtain them. Last year
Reverend Krahmer of Hudson spoke to us on several
occasions, at one time giving an illustrated lecture on
“The Rhine.” We have also had other German
speakers.
At the last meeting of Borussia the following officers
were elected:
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PCN OCNE ie taste 8s oe Hermine Stuckman
Vice-President...... Marguerite McKelligett
Secretary and Treasurer. .Carolyn Wamback
Commercial Club
The Commercial Club was formed last year to
further the ends of commercial education, and to
foster a spirit of loyalty among those pursuing such
education. The first year the club did much toward
accomplishing its aim.
At the beginning of the second year the club ex-
tends a hearty welcome to the new students, and
earnestly hopes that those entering the department of
Business Administration will soon become members
of the club and help in the accomplishment of its
desired aim.
College Orchestra
“Wake up,” said the News Editor to the College
Orchestra. “ Vacation is over and you must ‘ get
busy’ again.”
““Oh-ho-ho ”’ yawned the Orchestra as she stretched
to reach down a portfolio from a dusty music rack,
and began to pluck the strings of her silvery band
until the harmony that gushed forth shaped itself into
Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata. It began with a sad
and indefinitely lovely movement, which crept gently
through the instruments like the calm flow of moon-
light over the dark earth. This was followed by a
wild elfin passage in triple time —a sort of grotesque
interlude — like the dance of sprites upon the lawn.
Then came a swift agitato finale — a breathless, hurry-
ing, trembling movement, descriptive of flight and un-
certainty and vague impulsive terror, which carried
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the N. E. away with it on its rustling wings and left
her all emotion and wonder.
“ Ha, ha,” laughed the Orchestra, “ you didn’t think
I could do it, did you? Well, just give me a fair
chance and I’ll do as well every time.”
“ That was prettily done, and well,” said the N. E.,
“and I would ask you to repeat it, but I have still
fifteen societies to interview before the September
Ecuo goes to print. Now, what have you been doing
all summer?”
“Me? Oh, I’ve been dreaming. Dreaming dreams
that have often been dreamed, but as yet never real-
ized. If you have a few spare moments I will tell
you a few of them.”
“ Fire away,” said the N. E.
“The first one I had was about Matriculation Day.
I grouped the children together on the stage and let
them play away to their hearts’ content. They were
given a rousing good cheer and many promises of aid
by the students at the end of the exercises.
“My next dream was about my birthday. My
business manager invited me up to his home on the
evening of October fourteenth and, ‘believe me,’ I
had a glorious time. The kiddies played the cutest
little tunes, and danced so gay, and ate, and drank,
till tears of joy ran down my cheeks.
“T dreamed often of basketball games and other
athletic ‘ stunts’ when the gym was filled with people,
and everyone had paid an entrance fee too. At these
times I was seated in my old corner holding the atten-
tion of the crowds between the periods or during the
waits.
“Then I dreamed of our Second Musicale. The
auditorium was packed to the doors. Ah, how I
played that night! It seemed as though the kiddies’
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instruments were in the hands of masters. The
audience was reluctant to leave the chapel when the
last number had been executed.
“ But the best of all my dreams is the one of the
Easter Vacation Tour. I dreamed that sometime dur-
ing the previous September the fellows had organized
a Men’s Glee Club. At Easter time the glee club
and myself were prepared to tour some half dozen
towns up-state in joint concert. We did this. It was
fun, and we made money enough to hire competent
instructors for both organizations for at least a year
to come.”
“That last was ‘ some’ dream,” said the N. E., ‘and
I wish that it might come true.”
“Thank you,” answered the Orchestra, “there is
nothing to prevent it if the people at college will “lend
a hand’ and the fellows will organize that glee club
they’ve promised.”
“That's right,” replied the N. E., and then slipped
softly away, leaving the Orchestra to fathom out
whence the members, the funds, the music, the music
racks, the time and room for practice, and a thousand-
and-one other necessities that an orchestra must pro-
vide for, were coming from.
Chemistry Club
The Chemistry Club is an organization of recent
origin. Two years ago a small body of students,
under the directon of Prof. Bronson and Mr. Ken-
nedy, met in the science lecture room and formed a
club, the object of which was to promote an interest
in science outside the class room.
In October, 1914, the club met to elect new officers.
The following were chosen:
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PPG OSIDENE sees: gists halls Wm. G. Kennedy
Vice-President.........%.. Chester A. Wood
SCOT ELAM rein i uein suet ee celeron Helen Denny
EV GOSUPCR Goh ink oe errant Kathryn Breen
At
each meeting papers are read by individual members
on subjects connected with Science.
In regard to admission :
1. All persons who have had one year of chemistry
and are taking another are eligible.
2. All students who have had one year of chemistry
and who shall read an original paper before the club
are eligible.
The dues are fifty cents a year.
During the year the club goes to various places of
interest to science students. Among those which we
visited last year are the Cox Malleable Brass Works
and the Albany Filtration Plant. During the com-
ing year we expect to visit, among others, The Aniline
Dye Works at Rensselaer.
Freshman! Join early and vote for new officers.
Come with us on our first trip!
Camera Club
The Camera Club invites all students interested in
amateur photography to become members. Regular
meetings are held weekly on Monday at 4.10 in
room 111. The aim of this organization is to give
aid to members through discussions, lectures and
practical field work. We plan a “ Big Year.”
Newman Club
Helen Brennan spent the month of July in Utica
and Oneida.
44 THE ECHO
Helen Nugent, ’14, has accepted a position in Boone-
ville, N. Y. Newman sends heartiest wishes for the
success of its former president.
During July Henrietta Haley, ’15, spent a week at
the home of Celia Casey in Schaghticoke, N. Y.
Anna Moran left Albany August eighth for Asbury
Park, where she remained two weeks.
Bea Brice, of Albany, spent the summer at Saratoga,
NY
Eva Hayes, ’14, will teach Latin in the Albany
High School for the coming year.
Helen Clohosy spent a week at Fish Creek Camp,
Franklin Co., N. Y.
Celia Casey visited relatives in Mechanicville during
July.
Katherine McManus was in New York City during
the summer.
Eleanor White spent the summer at Van Wie’s
Point, N. Y.
Anna Brown, ’12, was at Warner’s Lake during the
month of August.
Genevieve Lonergan spent some time in the Adiron-
dacks and at Cooperstown and vicinity.
Mary O'Reilly, ’13, enjoyed three weeks camping at
Lake Luzerne.
Newman wishes to extend to Frances Phillips the
most sincere sympathy in the loss of her mother.
Mary Haran and Louise Carmody were camping at
Lake Champlain during August.
Delta Omega
At a meeting of Delta Omega, held just before the
close of College in June, the following officers were
elected for the first semester of the year 1914-15:
PUCSIACHE se iii see tei a cal Ruth Bissell
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VacerBrestd ent iia eioie.s nse Agnes Futterer
DMEGSUTET als lotet cavers obec ira ciokslers Edna Albert
Recording Secretary......+... Fannie Leach
Corresponding Secretary..... Edith Wallace
CE POMECI sso isteiccare os slop nyerels ore Hildred Griffin
(NATE Sey EOC OG ey Bessie Race
When the College semester began in September,
the Delta Omega girls took possession of their new
home at 455 Western avenue. The house members
include Ruth Bissell, Helen Rosebrook, Fannie Leach,
Katherine Odell, Marion Blodgett, Hildred Griffin,
Ruth Bayer and Miss Perine.
Marion Blodgett, ’17, spent the last week in August
at Asbury Park, New Jersey.
Edith Wallace, ’17, camped for a week in the
Helderberg mountains, and later passed two weeks at
the Thousand Islands.
Ruth Bissell, 715, spent the month of July visiting
in Brooklyn.
Edna Moat, ’14, sojourned in Virginia throughout
the summer.
Edith Rose, ’17, spent a week in cainp at the Galway
Reservoir.
Bertha Reedy, ’17, made a visit in Florida, N. Y.,
in the month of July.
Mildred Fleming, ’16, was at Asbury Park in the
latter part of July.
Fannie Leach, ’16, spent the first two weeks of the
summer at Highland Lake.
Hazel Bennett, ’14, is to be at the head of the
domestic science department in the high school at
Greene, N.Y:
Carolyn Bennett, ’17, spent several weeks at the
home of her sister in Hartwick, N. Y.
46 THE ECHO
Dorothy Swartout, *16, was at Pittsfield, Mass.,
some time in July.
Hildred Griffin, "17, spent some time in August at
Lake Charlotte, N. Y.
Eta Phi
On the evening of May the twenty-ninth Mrs.
Risley entertained the sorority at her home. It was
the last meeting of the term and one of the most
enjoyable.
Pearl Schafer, ’15, and Doris Smith, ’16, attended
the convention of the Y. W. C. A. at Silver Bay in
June.
Theda Mosher, ’16, entertained her classmates,
Elsie Austin and Doris Quinn, at her home in North-
ville during part of the month of August.
Geraldine Murray, *15, spent several weeks in New
York city during the latter part of August.
Ruth Oliver, ’15, was in camp at Lake George for
two weeks in August.
Louise Powers, ’15, camped for two weeks at Glen
dake; No iY?
Eta Phi welcomes you to her new home at 40 North
Allen street. The house girls are Doris Smith, Myra
du Mond, Helen Kelso, Edith Gillespie, Theda Mosher
and Touise Powers.
Jennette Campbell, ’14, visited Helen Kelso, ’17, at
Walden, N. Y.
Kappa Delta
Kappa Delta bids you welcome, Freshmen, and
wishes you luck through your verdant year.
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At the last regular meeting of the Kappa Delta
Sorority the following officers were elected:
PP RASUL ENE A) Nao nee els (a arene Helen Denny
Vice-President lsh nets ihe Barbara Pratt
Corresponding Secretary........ Mary Allen
Recording Secretary......... Ann McIntosh
ORE ASUMEE. cart vucal nuns eho Harriet Tedford
BS rAL IG ici PE uae! Nanas ey Katherine Ensign
(CRAP IAIN Sr ie ain see err eaes Mary Dabney
TG) SCI Led Sean deters uray ra Mave ae Elizabeth Skinner
PDEN OIREPONECT =a) tel sclera ela oy Ruth Moseley
Edith Case, ’16, and Ann McIntosh, 716, attended
the commencement exercises at Yale in June.
Elizabeth Skinner, ’17, attended the commencement
at Colgate.
Marguerite Stewart, 17, spent part of her vacation
near Pittsburg after attending the graduating exer-
cises of the Pennsylvania College for Women.
Minnie Feder, ’17, spent a pleasant month at Putnam.
Mildred White, ’17, camped at Lake St. Catherine
during July.
Edith Case, ’16, enjoyed camp life during the month
of August.
Mary Allen, ’16, spent a delightful fortnight at
Teng Beach, L. 1.
Ruth Moseley, ’17, spent a part of the vacation at
Buffalo.
Mary Johnston, ’16, had a splendid summer in the
Adirondacks where she will teach this winter.
Barbara Pratt, ’15, visited Bessie Baremore, ’15, at
Manasquan, N. J., during August.
Helen Denny, ’15, enjoyed having her mother east
during vacation.
48 THE ECHO
Psi Gamma
Beatrice Wright, ’14, spent her vacation at Camp
Ken-Jocketee in Vermont.
During August Mary Robbins, ’14, visited in Utica
and vicinity and in the western part of the State.
Ethel Reynolds, ’15, visited in Saratoga the first
week in July.
Marguerite Cramphin, 16, spent two weeks in
August at Cazenovia Lake
Gertrude Swift, ’16, was in Newburgh, N. Y., the
latter part of July.
Ethel Reynolds, ’15, and Clara Anderson, 716, were
at Silver Bay for the Student Conference in June.
Miss Anderson also spent a part of her vacation at
Skaneateles Lake.
Psi Gamma is glad to hear of Grace Meade’s rapid
recovery from appendicitis.
The girls in the sorority house this fall are: Grace
Meade, Ethel Reynolds, Marion Chapman, Esther
Eveleigh, Mildred Hearn, Clara Anderson, Gertrude
Swift, Olive Horning, Helen Green, Rea Grover,
Emma Summerfield, Arline Newkirk.
Sigma Nu Kappa
The evening of May 20 the following men were
received into membership: Joseph T. Sproule, O. O.
Saunders, Walter Le Grys, Kolin Hager, Earle War-
ing, John McCracken, Stanley Fitzgerald, Edward
Long, W. J. Ellis, Herbert H. Crozier, Guy Bruce.
The initiation ceremonies were concluded by a banquet
in the H. E. rooms, at which honorary member
Herbert McN. Douglass acted as toastmaster. Bal-
lard L. Bowen, ’14, J. H. Ward, ’14, and honorary
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President...Ballard L. Bowen, ’14, P. G.
Vice-President....... Neil Quackenbush,
Secretary. Clarence A. Hidley,
Treasurers... Chester Wood, ’14, P. G.
Master of Ceremonies
Orris Emety,14, 2.\G:
Sergeant-at-Arms..... Martin Reynolds,
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members A. W. Risley and W. G. Kennedy responded.
Members of the sororities served.
The officers elected for 1914-15 are:
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The fraternity opened its chapter house September
Fraternity members of this year’s graduating
class are planning to furnish a room in the house to
be known as “‘ The ’14 Room.”
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Athletic Department
Athletics! Let it be one of our foremost interests
throughout the year 1914-15! Plans for specializing
in the various sports are practically completed, and a
live and willing interest in the major sport of the
College is expected from all. Basketball needs strong,
heady men, and rumor has it that the freshman class
is to be generously sprinkled with men of the desired
type. Vim and earnestness are two charactertics
which we urge the freshmen to acquire, if they are
not already supplied with a good amount. We want
teams which will make the College proud in claiming
them, and we began with an unusual record last year.
Let’s strain every part of us to carry the Purple and
Gold far into the heights of Athletic glory. Fresh-
men, we expect something from you. Stand by your
name and join us in the good work. An earnest
attempt is always appreciated. Remember, when the
basketball call is sounded for men!
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Girls’ Athletic Association
The Athletic Association begins this year with a
decidedly ‘“‘ empty ” feeling, which will, however, be
done away with when we get acquainted with our new
director. Miss Dunsford, whom some of us have
known for three years, is on leave of absence for a
year. Our heartiest welcome to our new instructor
and coach! We feel sure that every A. A. girl will
give her support in every way.
The winner of the spring Tennis Tournament
was Ethel Lansing, ’17.
Girls! Watch the bulletin board in the lower hall
for all kinds of athletic announcements. Things are
beginning now, and now is the time to become
interested.
All freshmen should join the Athletic Association
at once. The dues are small, but they guarantee a
good time.
Alumni Department
The 1914 “ Pedagogue”
Miss Fanny Church will teach French and German
in Pleasantville, N. Y.
Miss Abby Franklin has a position as instructor in
home economics in Waterford, N. Y.
Miss Florence de Gruchy is teaching French and
English at Woodbury, N. J.
Miss Winifred Holloran has a position at Tivoli,
N; Y.
Miss Jennette Campbell has been taking a course at
Cornell University this summer in preparation for
teaching home economics and science in Katonah,
NaYs.
52 THE ECHO
Miss Lois Atwood has accepted a position at
Peekskill, N. Y.
Mr. J. Harry Ward, Miss Ethel Herbert and Miss
Laura Sexton are members of the faculty in Lowville
Academy. Miss Sexton will teach home economics.
Miss Maude Malcolm, Miss Grace Malcolm and
Miss Hazel Guernsey have positions in Malone, N. Y.
Miss Hyla Hanaman will have a position at Amity-
ville, Long Island, N. Y.
Miss Beatrice Wright is teaching at Patchogue,
Long Island, N. Y.
Miss Marjorie Davidson and Miss Jessie Luck will
be members of the faculty at Westhampton Beach,
Long Island, N. Y.
Mr. Gerald S. Pratt has a position as assistant prin-
cipal at Spring Valley, N. Y.
Miss Edith Smith is teaching at Horseheads, N. Y.
Mr. Harold Goewey has a position at Wallkill,
Ne Ye
Miss Anna Rickon is teaching German at Rens-
selaer, N. Y.
Mr. Earle B. Elmore has ‘a position as principal at
Altamont, N. Y.
Miss Jennie Davis and Miss Marion Wheeler are
teaching in Northville, N. Y.
Miss Mary Ayers has a splendid position in Utica,
Ny:
Miss Naomi Howells is spending a year abroad
traveling in Europe.
Mrs. Mary Hallock has gone as a missionary to
Brazil.
Miss Marion Button has accepted a position at
Waterford, N. Y.
Miss Edith Casey will teach in Roxbury, N. Y.
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Miss Marguerite Pearsall was in camp in July at
Chazy Lake, N. Y., with several Wellesley ’13 girls.
The following girls were camping at Black Point,
Lake George, N. Y., June 30-July 14:
Florence Woodward, 714.
Florence de Gruchy, ’14.
Dell H. Clark, ’14.
Virginia Kelly, ’14.
Katherine Schumann, ’15.
Serena Ablett, ’14.
Marion Button, ’14.
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Owing to the comatose state of college papers dur~
ing the summer, we are able to announce but one
exchange. Hendrix College of Conway, Arkansas,
delights us by saying that they consider Tue Ecuo
one of the best papers they received.
Joke Department
The world is old, yet likes to laugh,
New jokes are hard to find;
A whole new editorial staff
Can’t tickle every mind.
So if you meet some ancient joke,
Decked out in modern guise,
Don’t frown and call the thing a hoax,
Just laugh — don’t be too wise.
Listen, Frosh!
While busy making yourself, take a little time to
make your friends also.
If defeat leaves you with clearer conscience, it is
better than victory.
Trifles make perfection, but there are other things
that go along also.
Be careful that when you rise in your own estima-
tion, that flattery is not the yeast employed.
It is better to do good than to be done good.
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Helping, However
’15-——Did she ever contribute anything to THe
Eco?
716 — Not much. Ten cents a month.
A lovers’ quarrel, like that other crazy thing called a
quilt, is usually patched.
Shun the Fatal Job
The most recent vital statistics issued by the gov-
ernment show that 90 per cent. of the editors of
humorous magazines die of pernicious aenemia —
Bring on your jokes.
1st Frosh — ‘‘ What do you have for breakfast?”
and Frosh — “ Rolls in bed.”
Lat. stude testing a fountain pen writes:
“ Obiter Dictum, Obiter Dictum, Obiter Dictum.”
Fair Clerk — “TI think Mr. Dictum will like that
point, don’t you?”
Though his hair is so red that it hurts,
Edward Long always asserts —
“T really can’t see
Why they all laugh at me,
When I wear pink or lavender shirts.”
"18 — “ Why do they call this dry humor?”
"17 — “‘ Well, I never saw anybody bubbling over
the effects of it.”
56 THE ECHO
Budding Humorist
“ Awfully sorry I can’t go with you. I’ve got a
blooming 3 o'clock.”
“ What in?”
“ Botany, naturally.”
Prof. B.— “ Give three names well known in the
history of chem.”
Frosh — ‘“ Priestly, Lavoisier, and—I didn’t get
your name.”
An optimist is a man who can make lemonade out
of the lemon which is handed him.
“Say, where’s your room mate gone? ”
“ He’s over eating at the Essex.”
“Come out of it! Who ever heard of anyone over-
eating at the Essex.”
““ What time is it? I’m invited to the show and my
watch isn’t going.”
“Why, wasn’t it invited?”
Why should we not have women brakemen? Don’t
they understand trains and switches?
“What’s your favorite author of fiction?”
““My son at college.”
H. E. Girl Marketing — ‘“ Do you keep coffee in the
bean?”
Fresh Clerk — “‘ Upstairs, madam; this is the
ground floor.”
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Senior — “ What kind of a boarding house did you
find?”
Frosh — “ Rotten. Sunday nights they paste a pic-
ture of an oyster in the bottom of the soup bowl, fill
it up with skimmed milk and unskimmed water and
call it oyster stew.”
We always laught at teacher’s jokes,
No matter what they be;
Not because they’re funny jokes,
But because it’s policy.
Freshy — ‘‘ What’s the difference between a drum-
mer and a barn door?”
Soph — “I don’t know; what is it?”
Freshy — ‘One is a barn door and the other is a
darn bore.”
The overshoes complained that they were always
worn out in bad weather, and the umbrella replied,
“T am used up myself.”
Don’t expect pay for being good,
Be good-for-nothing.
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Index to Advertisers
Booxs:
American Book Co., 100 Washington Square, New
York.
Kimball Bros., 618 Broadway.
John S. Murray, 88 Maiden Lane.
CLOTHING:
Steefel Bros., 78-82 State Street.
CONFECTIONERY :
R. E. Bliven, 251 Central Avenue.
The Sign of the Golden Robin, 31 Steuben Street.
Drucs:
Schneible’s Pharmacy, Western and Lake Avenues.
FLOWERS:
Eyres, 11 North Pearl Street.
Hazeltine, 32 Central Avenue.
Whittle & Riggs, 93 Hudson Avenue.
FURNISHINGS:
Dawson’s, 259 Central Avenue.
A. L. Crowley & Co., 211 Central Avenue.
GIFTS:
The Sign of the Blue Bird, 29 Steuben Street.
GROCERIES:
J. Barbagallo, 466 Washington Avenue.
G. Koretz, 470 Washington Avenue.
JEWELRY:
H. W. Anteman, 23 James Street.
Otto R. Mende, Central Avenue near Robin Street.
Warren & Co., 108 Fulton Street, New York.
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LuncH:
Essex Lunch, 295 Central Avenue.
White Lintie Tea Rooms, 61 Columbia Street.
Masons:
Collins Bros., 82 State Street.
PHOTOGRAPHS:
Brown, 55 North Pearl Street.
PHOTOGRAPHIC SUPPLIES:
W. C. Carland Co., 31 Maiden Lane.
F. E. Colwell & Co., 459 Broadway.
PRINTING:
Hamilton Printing Co., 240 Hamilton Street.
ScHooLs:
Albany School of Fine Arts, 52 Swan Street.
ScHoor SUPPLIES:
Abram De Blaey, 422-424 Broadway.
SHOE REPAIRING:
J. Barbagallo, 464 Washington Avenue.
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OUR BEST ATTENTION Books and Stationery
A FULL LINE OF NEW BOOKS
FOR THE HOLIDAYS
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B2 CENTRAL AVENUE | ©!8 Broadway, ALBANY, N.Y.
ALBANY, N. Y. First Block North of Station
A. L. CROWLEY & CO.
THE WEST END SHOP
We thank you for your patronage during our first year—lIt
was gratifying to know our efforts to please you were appre-
ciated. We tried hard to satisfy you — knowing that satisfaction
means more business—We hope to supply a goodly share of
your wants this year.
211 Central Avenue 23 ALBANY, N. Y.-
ABRAM De BLAEY
All Recessary School Supplies
Simplex Note Books, Paper to fit in all ruling Popular Numbers
3804 and 3806
422 & 424 BROADWAY, = a . ALBANY, N. Y.
Second door below State Street
Che Essex Lunch
Strictly First Class at moderate Price
Dainty Sanitary Appetizing
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60-62 North Pearl Street
18 South Pearl Street 376 River Street
295 Central Avenue 7-9 River Street
ALBANY, N. Y. TROY, N. Y.
——J. BARBBAGALLO ==}
SHOES REPAIRED AT THE SHOE
HOSPITAL
464 WASHINGTON AVENUE
Ice Cream, Fruits
Confectionery, Cigars and Groceries
466 WASHINGTON AVENUE
Cee
Phot.ographer
STUDIO, 55 No. PEARL ST.
Special Rates to Graduates of this College
Your kind consideration will be
greatly appreciated
ALL STUDENTS OF THIS COLLEGE ARE
DESERVING OF AN OCCASIONAL BOX
OR CORSAGE OF MY BEAUTIFUL
FLOWERS— THE MOST APPROPRIATE
OF ALL REMEMBERANCES.
Roses, Carnations, Orchids, Lilies
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‘* Fairest Flowers’’
11 North Pearl Street Telephone 5588-5599
Che Sign of the Golden Robin
TEA ROOM
WILL BE PLEASED TO SERVE YOU AT
THE OLD STAND
Dainty Lunches, Choice Candies, Sodas, Ice Creams
31 Steuben St. ALBANY, N.Y.
Ghe Sign of the Blue Hird
GIFT SHOP
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A choice selection of gifts personally chosen for the
discriminating lover of the beautiful.
Lookers and Buyers, alike Welcome
29 STEUBEN ST. (Two doors below North Pearl St.)
THE COLLEGE JEWELER
AROUND THE CORNER
LOOK OVER MY NEW LINE OF COLLEGE FRIENDSHIP BRACELETS
OTTO R. MENDE
3 DOORS ABOVE ROBIN STREET ON CENTRAL AVENUE
..THE COMPLETE KODAK STORE..
Kodaks and Brownie Cameras,
KODAK SUPPLIES
Radioptician, Picture Projector.
Bring us your Kodak and Brownie films. We
do prompt developing and printing with pains-
aking care. ee ad se
F. E. COLWELL & CO.
459 Broadway ALBANY, N.Y.
-KODAKS..
W. C. CARLAND CO. 31 Maiden Lane
All requisites for Kodak and Camera
We make a liberal allowance on your Kodak on exchange
for the latest models.
Our finishing department gives you the best results.
SPECIAL INDUCEMENTS TO STUDENTS
Business Womans’ Luncheon Business Womans’ Supper
11:30 A.M to2 P.M. 5:30 to 7 P.M.
25 cents Phone Main 832 25 cents
Che White Dintie Tea Roomze..
61 COLUMBIA STREET, Upstairs
OPPOSITE HOTELKENMQRE
We make a specialty of serving private parties, banquets, etc.
Tables Reserved by Phone
WHITTLE & RIGGS
. Florists..
ALBANY, BS se NEW YORK
G. KORETZ, Prop. Bell Phone West 2534
The West End Grocery
DEALER IN
————- FINE: GROCERIES ———_
VEGETABLES TEAS & COFFEES
All Kinds of Delicatessen
470 Washingon Ave. (one block from College)
--DAWSON’S..
Mien’s Furnishers
We are prepared to supply your demand for the
new styles in coat sweaters
Fall styles in the ‘‘Gold Bond”’ guaranteed hats in the
popular colors at £2.00
Arrow Collars and Shirts
259 Central Ave., ALBANY, N. Y.
BLIVEN’S
SANITARY CONFECTIONERY
249-251 CENTRAL AVENUE
WE MANUFACTURE
PURE ICE CREAM HOME MADE CANDIES
FRESH EVERY DAY
CUT OUT THIS AD, BRING IT TO US AND GET A FREE SODA
COLLINS BROS.
MASONS AND BUILDERS
82 State Street ALBANY, N.Y.
H. W. ANTEMANN
MANUFACTURING JEWELER
Fine School and Class Pins Original Designs Only
Fine Repairing a Specialty
23 James Street 33 ALBANY, N. Y.
American Price, Service
Book Company | and Quality Printers
Publishers of the leading
SCHOOL AND COLLEGE
TEXTBOOKS Printers of the Gcho
fin msec hore Hamilton Printing Co.
New: York, NiY: 240 Hamilton Street, ALBANY, N. Y.
Steefel Bro Ss.
ALBANY, NEW YORK
Ask any college or high school man in the capitol
district, what clothes measure up to his ideals in
styles.
Ask any discriminating dresser what clothes
best meet his ideas of refined taste.
The answer will invariably be
**Steefel Quality Clothes’’
Add to the above, unusual values and you have
the reason for the wonderful popularity of Steefel
Clothes.
Fall Suits and Overcoats
$10 to $60
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WARREN S&S CO.
MANUFACTURERS OF
HIGH GRADE JEWELRY AND STATIONERY
SPECIALISTS IN
Emblematic Jewelry Class Pins Rings Fraternity Goods
Athletic and Prize Medals, Etc.
SPECIAL DESIGN AND ESTIMATES FURNISHED ON REQUEST
Original Makers of Normal College Official Class Pins
and Rings to Classes of 1911, 1912 and 1913
Official Jewelers by appointment to Sororities; Kappa
Delta, Psi Gamma, Eta Phi.
Jewelry and Stationery dies in stock for the above
mentioned sororities as well as other Sororities and
Fraternities.
DEPARTMENT OF ENGRAVING AND
STATIONERY
Commencement Announcements, Reception Invitations and Dance
Programs, School, Class and Fraternity Writing Papers
CORRESPONDENCE INVITED
ADDRESS; OFFICE AND FACTORY: 108 FULTON ST.,
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