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Contents
LITERARY DEPARTMENT
The Saving Hand (Edith A. Carr, ’15)
A Revery (Edith F. Casey, ’14) X
Melrose as I saw it (Edna B. Moat,’14) .
Lilies (Mary M. Dabney, '15) ' .
The Song of the World is Love (Jessie E. Luck) .
Letters Home a
EpiToriaL DEPARTMENT .
News DEPARTMENT
ALUMNI DEPARTMENT
Che Erhn
VOL. XXII OcToBER, 1912 No. 2
Literary Department
The Saving Hand
HE stock-room door of Department ‘ D”
opened cautiously, and the cheerful face of
an errand boy appeared.
“Tzs —s—s,” he warned, “ Boss ’s coming! ”
Then the door closed softly.
Within the workroom there was a swift flurry of
skirts, a sudden silence, and, as the door reopened to
admit the foreman and an inspector, seventeen girls
were working so industriously that they scarcely took
time to glance up.
When at last the door closed after the foreman, the
girls relaxed into their customary air of careless
industry, and the hum of conversation rose once
more.
“Gee, that was a close call!” sighed one of the
girls, in relief. ‘‘ We had ought to be mighty good
to Tommy for that tip. Why, I was ’way acrosst
the room, talking to Nance Grady. Did you see me
come? Thought I’d never git here. And now,” she
put back the damp hair from her face, “now I’m
hotter’n a boiled pepper! ”
“Hot!” sighed her neighbor, lifting weary eyes
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to the speaker’s face. “ You’re not the only one.
We’re all of us most dyin’ with the heat. I’m glad
it’s Saturday. Seems as if I couldn’t stand it if I
had to stay here this afternoon, too.”
“That’s right,” assented the girl across the table.
“Five days and a half is too much any time, but in
this weather it’s a crime to make us stay in here.
Oh dear! I wish I didn’t have to work,” the voice
wavered plaintively. “I wish, I—I wish —.”
“Cut it out, my dear,” another voice broke in
eurtly — the voice of a pink-cheeked Irish girl who
worked two chairs further down the long table.
Norah Casey was possessed of a warm, sympathetic
heart, but she also had a large portion of practical
common sense. She knew that the kindest thing she
could do for the other girls was to keep them from
harboring thoughts of dissatisfaction. So she went
on, presently, with well assumed cheerfulness.
“ What’s the sense in our wishing we didn’t have
to work? We do have to, and that’s all there is
about it. Of course we all wish we was millionair-
esses this weather, but we ain’t, so what’s the use?
Most of you girls ain’t got no cause to holler, any-
way. You ain’t sick and you ain’t never known no
different from this. If it was Laurinda, now, who
was complaining, ”? ‘Norah’s eyes softened as they
rested on the girl opposite her, “she’s known differ-
ent. But does she complain? No-sir-ree! And
she’s got it harder’n us, too — boardin’ away from
home, and her half sick!’? And Norah smiled across
the table at the girl whom she was championing so
staunchly.
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But Laurinda did not smile back. She simply
lifted her tired head in dumb remonstrance, while
her dark eyes sought Norah’s almost piteously. For
a moment each girl stared steadily into the other’s
eyes. And slowly the smile faded from Norah’s
lips. A little shiver caught at her throat, and crept
slowly to her limbs.. Then she dropped her eyes to
hide the questions which suddenly flashed through
her brain.
In that one moment Norah had read the very soul
of Laurinda Benson. What she had seen there ter-
rified her. Hopelessness had been revealed in that
one moment— naked hopelessness, which darkens
swiftly to despair, unless some gentle, saving hand
is stretched out to redeem.
Norah thought swiftly then. She remembered the
first day Laurinda had come to work in Department
“D.” She recalled the proud tilt of the sensitive
chin, the proud courage that had looked out of the
dark eyes. _ Pride, indomitable pride, had seemed to
be her chief characteristic in those days. Yet it was
not a selfish, aggressive pride, Norah had soon dis-
covered. It was rather such a pride as a sensitive
nature uses to shield itself from the hurts of the
world; such a pride as a person adopts who, having
“mightily resolved,” fears to have his resolution
shaken. But the other girls of Department “‘D”
had misunderstood the aloofness and proud com-
posure of the ‘country girl,’ as they sneeringly
called her. So Laurinda had found herself doubly
alone in the big city she had faced so bravely.
Then had come the illness which had robbed Lau-
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rinda of those things which she most needed, health,
money and the courage which had sustained her.
But her pride remained. When, at last, she came
back, pale and wan, to her old place at the long
table, the girls’ half-careless words of greeting hurt
her. She sensed in them a sort of scornful pity, and
against this her nature rebelled.
That day had marked the beginning of Norah’s
championing of the girl. She had let no opportunity
escape by which she might possibly make a friend for
Laurinda, in whose eyes she read a great loneliness.
But there was one thing which Norah could not
know: that, no matter how great the loneliness be-
eame, Laurinda could not become friends with the
girls in Department “ D.”
There was a certain quality active in Laurinda
Benson, over which she had no actual control. It
was a constant reaching out after the pure, the ideal,
the mystical in everything with which she came into
contact. In Norah, Laurinda found a certain sin-
cerity and beauty, learned by the Irish girl from the
rugged hills and free winds of Ireland. But in the
other girls of Department ‘“ D,” Laurinda found lit-
tle to satisfy the longing which possessed her.
All these things Norah dimly comprehended as she
sat at her work, thinking of the thing which had
looked out at her for one moment from the weary
eyes of the girl opposite. Suddenly the memory of
another girl came to her, another girl not unlike Lau-
rinda. The same black hopelessness had lived for a
time in that other girl’s eyes. And then one morn-
ing that other girl had not come to work. A rumor
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had passed from lip to lip, a rumor which had quick-
ened to horrible certainty. The other girl had died
by her own hand!
For a moment Norah’s kind face was convulsed.
Then a grim determination took possession of her.
If there was anything which could be done to give
back to this girl the hope she had lost, Norah was
resolved to find that thing. For Norah loved Lau-
rinda.
* * * * * * * *
Two hours later Norah stood in the little room
which Laurinda called home. She was silent, think-
ing. Word by word, sentence by sentence, she had
forced the story from the girl who now lay, white
and frightened, upon the bed. And if Norah had
done no more, she had at least aroused Laurinda to a
realization of where she was drifting. But that was
not enough. If she left the girl now — Norah closed
her eyes suddenly, crying out silently to a Power
greater than she, a Power of which she knew but
little, but in which she trusted infinitely.
And then, through her prayer, came the voice of
Laurinda herself, crying out to her in piteous ap-
peal:
“Oh, Norah, get me something, anything to stop
this pain in my head. Oh, if I could only sleep —
sleep, Norah! Why, I told you I haven’t slept in
three days, and my eyes seem to be bursting. Oh,
Norah, won’t you get me something to make me for-
get, to put me tosleep? I don’t care for how long —
I just want to forget and go to sleep! ”
Norah bent over the girl, in sudden desperate re-
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solve. “Laurinda, honey,” she whispered, “ V’ll go
and get something to help you. But first, you must
promise me not to move from this bed until I get
back, no matter how long it takes me. And try to
forget all about this,” her hand swept out toward the
city, ‘just try to remember the little village, and
the boys and girls, and the roses that grew by your
window at home.” Norah’s face suddenly grew radi-
ant. ‘ Think of the roses every minute, sweetheart.
There, promise me? That’s a love! I’m going
now. Remember your other promise and think of
the roses, every minute!”
* * *e * * * * *
That night, when a big, yellow moon looked down
upon a heat-oppressed city, one of the many busy lit-
tle moonbeams slipped into the room where Lau-
rinda lived, and touched, with gentle caresses, the
dark hair of the girl as she slept. For Laurinda was
sleeping naturally, dreamlessly, her arms filled with
pink roses. And over by the window Norah
watched, her eyes filled with such a look of content-
ment and trust, that the moonbeams, resting upon
her face, transformed it into something holy.
Evrru A. Carr, 715.
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A Revery
“ For I remember stopping by the way
To watch a Potter thumping his wet clay.
And with its all obliterated Tongue
It murmured, “ Gently, Brother, gently, pray!”
What ‘a shrewd old poet-philosopher was Omar
Khayyam! When we read his quotations, filled with
their quaint, fatalistic philosophy, it seems almost as
if we were really at table with him, after wine had
gone round.
“Gently, Brother, gently, pray!” Those words,
with their insistent, unceasing repetition, have been
singing in my heart to-day. As I sit musing, shadow
faces appear in the dim half-light of the room, shadow
faces of those in that great procession of friends, once
loved and honored, who have now passed on, their
usefulness over.
Did they hear us ery, ‘“ Gently, Brother, gently,
pray!” as with rough or gentle hands they touched
the moist and plastic clay? And now that the vessel
is old and all awry from the Potter’s touch, shall we
sneer and say, ‘‘ We had no hand in this, it is the
fault of the clay?”
But, nevertheless, how dear are those dream
friends of a time past. ‘ How you come about one
in the haunted sunset! I call you by your names,
and you are by my side— dear shadow names that
no one knows but I! * * * The day is nearly
ended. Do I seem lonely in the dusk? No, I have
my shadows. * * * All these dream faces are
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mine!” One is pausing; it is the face of her that
I loved many years ago. Perhaps I shall find her
again, perhaps in the Valley of Shadows; can you
tell me?
A drowsiness comes over me. JI cannot seem to
remember — remember
I must have been asleep — but there was such a
strange, weird melody, that pulsated through my
veins, that I never felt such sweet anguish. The
words haunt me, yet I cannot reveal them as they
came to me then.
Last night a whimpering wind of the west
Crept in at my open door,
Sighing incessantly, ‘‘ Cease your quest,
You will never find her more! ”
She has gone, she has gone, and the bubble of life
Floats airily on into space,
But the rapturous colors that once were rife
Have suddenly left its face.
And the wind sweeps past, and a moaning sigh
Shivers among the trees ;
The dying echo of the time-old cry
Fading upon the breeze!
It is night! “Gently, Brother, gently, pray!”
O let your touch be light, and let it not reflect your
moods, when you mould the clay that falls into your
hands.
Evire F. Caszy, 714.
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Melrose as I Saw It
Melrose is the halting place of all tourists visiting
Scotland. About it center all the wild legends and
glorious traditions of the Scottish race. In fact, Sir
Walter Scott, in his desire to live close to history,
built his beautiful home, Abbotsford, just beyond
Melrose, and Abbotsford, itself, has been called a
“romance in stone.”
After a rather wearisome journey from Edinburgh
to Melrose, we gladly climbed into a high, uncovered
stage coach and were driven over the smooth three-
mile-road to Abbotsford. It was a pretty, home-like
country through which we passed, resembling an
English rather than a Scotch landscape. Fields of
newly mown hay, spotted with funny little round
cocks, something like beehives, gave forth a certain
well-known fragrance, which came to us as a breath
from home. All along the roadside, and even in the
ripening barley fields, bright scarlet poppies gleamed.
Upon returning to Melrose, we entered the town
from the oldest quarter and were driven through a
series of narrow, winding lanes, dodging sharply
about the corners of quaint old cottages — the driver
frequently blowing his horn or cracking his whip in
warning of our approach. The queer little town im-
pressed us, as I suppose it does all other travelers,
with its cheerful simplicity and peace.
The afternoon sun, just setting, brought into glow-
ing relief the warm grays and browns of the pictur-
esque houses. Each dooryard was a mass of summer
flowers, now all in a blaze of color. There were tall,
stately, pink and white hollyhocks, poppies of every
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shade, ranging from pale rose to flaming scarlet,
lemon-colored marigolds, deep blue bachelor buttons,
and numerous varieties of daisies, with many of
which I was unfamiliar. On a small picket fence
enclosing a garden, where the flowers were particu-
larly bright and gaudy, slept a large black cat, look-
ing like a big ink spot on a bright new dress, so great
was the contrast between his dark coat and the crim-
son poppies.
We were almost loath to leave the rambling stage
and our talkative, red-coated driver, and suffer our-
selves to be hid among the crumbling columns and
pillars of Melrose Abbey, known as the “ noblest ruin
in Scotland.” Our guide was a kindly, white-haired
Scotchman, bent with age, but still fired by the spirit
of patriotism. (They are all fiercely proud — these
old guides.) He quoted several passages from Scott’s
“Lay of the Last Minstrel” so feelingly and intelli-
gently that we were immediately ashamed of the re-
luctance with which we had entered the ruin.
Melrose Abbey was founded and built in 1136 by
David I, and since then has undergone repeated as-
saults and pillagings, especially during the time of
the English Reformation. It is a massive structure
and so well built and beautifully formed that the
hand of man has been unable to either entirely de-
stroy, or to equal it in art. The lofty columns, win-
dows and arches are all exquisitely and delicately
earved. The flowers and foliage of the decoration
are so wonderfully chiseled that a fine straw or wire
may be laced between the petals. There is one little
chapel entirely surrounded by a carved border, no
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two designs of which are alike. The tracery of the
west door and window, and the little window in the
north transept, known as the “ Crown of Thorns,”
are marvelously beautiful. When we first saw this
thorn window the sun was just setting, and the crim-
son sky brought into weirdly splendid relief the per-
fect. lines of the carving, and filled the most frivolous
of our party with a profound reverence and awe.
Above the windows of the east chancel and the south
transept are the remains of a narrow balcony and
tiny, spiral staircase, over which the nuns used to
pass, chanting their hymns, and so mount to the roof.
The outside of the Abbey is equally as wonderful as
the inside—all the cornices and arches being
adorned with figures of the saints or grotesque gar-
goyles.
It was a much subdued and rather sober party
which finally reached the little, old Prince George
Hotel, (for we diligently shunned all vulgar, modern
inns). But the sight of our cordial Scotch hostess,
her quaint mahogany furniture, her rare old silver
tea service, and the surprisingly healthy complexions
of her maid servants, soon awoke our usually gay
spirits. Some of the girls managed to play ‘‘ Yip-
J-Addy-I-Ay ” upon the dignified musical instrument
in the drawing room— I’m sure I don’t know what
might have been its name — and after supper we all
fiercely bombarded the few postal card and jewelry
shops of the town, returning with thistle hat pins and
stick. pins and collar pins, etc.
At half-past nine, when the sky was just beginning
to darken, my brother and I returned to the Abbey,
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and, since the moon had not yet arisen, we walked on
down a narrow lane and over a moss-covered bridge,
crossing a little brook. The path led on and on
through one green meadow after another — ever fol-
lowing the course of the rapid brook. After days of
endless sight-seeing and travel, that long walk through
those pretty, silent fields brought to us a much-needed
rest and a sense of refreshing peace. We did not
even complain of the many turn-stiles or fly precipi-
tately from the herds of cows, with their long, dan-
gerously crooked horns— so thankful were we for
the change.
As we wended our homeward way, the moon
shone through the trees in great patches of light, and
the meadows were wrapped in silvery whiteness.
The ruined Abbey was eloquent in its melancholy
grandeur. You have often read Scott’s words:
“Tf thou wouldst view fair Melrose aright
Go visit it by the pale moonlight.”
There is an indescribable charm about the old
ruin in the evening. The moon plays about the lofty
columns and arches with alternate lights and shad-
ows and shrouds the whole in mystic, ghostly splen-
dor, casting a strange fascination over the spectator.
One is impressed by a sense of vast loneliness and
insignificance. All thought of the present, all hope
for the future, vanishes. The past is all powerful,
all thrilling, all compelling. We are carried back in
faney to the days of long ago, and imagination at
once peoples those imposing ruins with sober, devout
monks, or demure, sweet-faced nuns. Truly, there
“was never scene so sad and fair.”
Epna B. Moat, 714.
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Lilies
“Say, Missus, gimme a flower? Please, Missus.”
Before me was a ragged little youngster of three or
four years, whose eager voice and upstretched hands
seemed scarcely belonging to the life about them.
Quickly I thought of the incongruity between the re-
quest of this dirty urchin of the tenements and the
pure, white lillies in my hand, and, with that
thought, came another: The incongruity of this
baby soul in the ugly surroundings of that awful
place. Could flowers mean anything to this child ?
And yet why not, as well as to the children of the
rich? I tossed a lily to him. Eager hands gently
grasped it; an impatient little nose buried its puggy
tip deep in the chalice of the flower, and reappeared,
dusted with a yellow coat of pollen; big, brown,
dusky eyes beamed shyly up, and I knew his happi-
ness was complete. It made me far more contented
than his, “Aw, thanks, Missus,” as he hurried away,
his treasure clasped close to his little, happy heart.
And my heart was happy, too. On and on ¥
walked. A little girl was sobbing, on the eurb, for a
penny that was lost, yet a lily brought her smiles; a
mother’s heavy load and sorrowing heart were com-
forted with a lily’s fragrant beauty.
On a corner I stopped. Near me, a man was
standing, a man in face, but not in form, for he still
held his youthful build. But the struggle in his face
was a man’s struggle, and the weakness in his face
was the weakness of a boy, with only a boy’s will in
eontrol. I stood there, hesitating what to do. YT
feared to say too much, or not enough, * * * A
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lily dropped, and, though I had been unconscious of
his knowledge of my presence, he was instantly
stooping at my side. Rising, hat in hand, he held
the lily out.
“ Keep it,” I said.
“O, thank you, Miss. They were my mother’s
favorite flower,” he added, and with that he passed
on by the place of danger. But his walk was brisker,
his head was higher, a new look was in his face.
Only one more lily left! Where should it go?
Ahead, a single wagon told a tale of desolation and of
poverty. One of the city’s poor was being taken to
its rest. No carriages bespoke the ready sympathy
of friends; no flowers softened the rough boards;
only one in all the world wept for the dead. This
was a girl, a young girl, too. As I neared the scene
she turned, and, catching sight of my lily, burst into
fresh tears. Gently, I laid my last flower on the
box, and with the pity of the girl’s tearful pleasure
still warm within, I passed on, my flowers gone. Yet
somehow to me there came the feeling that my lilies
had fulfilled their mission.
Mary M. Dasyey, 715.
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The Song of the World is Love
Out in the meadow over the way
A little child roams in her happy play.
Her bright curls gleam in the early sun,
As she counts the daisies, one by one;
And her eyes are blue as the sky, and clear,
And her laugh is fresh as the morning air.
A blue-bird sings in the elm tree near,
And the note of his song is Love.
Under the old oak’s cooling shade,
When the locusts call from the forest glade,
A tall youth stretches in perfect ease,
Lulled by the wind in the swaying trees.
And his head is full of day-dreams bright,
(A sweet girl’s face before his sight),
Of words to be said when the time is right —
And the theme of his words is Love.
There in the lamplight’s softening glow,
Singing a song that is hushed and low,
A mother sits in her easy chair —
Holding her child with tender care —
Watching the little one’s eyelids close,
And the small face flushed like a baby rose.
The rockers creak to the song that flows,
And the song that she sings is Love.
* * * * * * * *
The world goes on from day to day,
With many a song along the way —
But there’s one sweet song that is here alway —
For the Song of the World is Love.
Jussiz E. Lucx.
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Letters Home
Sunpay, Sept. 29, 1912.
Dear Mother:
I know it isn’t very nice to keep you for over a
week with nothing but postals from your loving
daughter, but I haven’t had time to write a real letter,
nor have I been in the mood. You know the tem-
perature of my spirits has to be way down or way
up before I want to write letters, and for the past
week, and even now, the mercury has been in me-
diam. There! I forgot you don’t know Latin.
(Neither do I, for that matter. I’ve found that out.)
Well, to speak English, I’ve been feeling just so-so,
middle between. But I’m glad I came, even if I am
homesick nights — and busy days. The nights have
been better, though, since I’ve had Editha rooming
with me. She’s lovely. I wish you knew her. I
couldn’t bring her home Thanksgiving, could I?
Just a minute ago I said I was busy. Well, busy
is no name for it! You know, last time I wrote I
told you I didn’t have very much to do —that is,
school work. I’ve changed my mind, now. Those
subjects aren’t as easy as I thought they were going
to be. All of a sudden the teachers began to assign
work, and then —! Well, it’s just like when you
step off our dock into the water —the first six or
seven feet it’s only to your waist, and then right away
quick it gets so deep it’s way over your head. And
if you can’t swim, you’re drowned. I’m trying to
swim, and if I take long, easy strokes, maybe J’Il
manage. But it looks a long way to the other side.
Some people float across. I wonder how they do it.
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Is there any way you could send me my mando-
lin? There’s been a notice on the bulletin board
about joining the Musical Club. I’d like to join.
I want to be in things — that is, everything I have
time and money for. You know you told me to have
just as good a time as I could without neglecting
what I ought to do. That’s just what I want to do.
I heard one of the girls say the other day, “I think
college is stacks of fun!” And another girl told me,
in the most serious tone, that she’d come to college
“to work, not to play.”” They’re both wrong, aren’t
they 4
I’m going to join the Y. W. C. A., too. I prom-
ised. It’s only a dollar. I guess I can afford that
much, if I save on little things, and don’t go to see
Sothern and Marlowe any more. (J’Il tell you about
that later.) You see the Y. W. girls formed two
teams to get new members, just the way they did
home one year. One of the girls asked me, and I
promised to join for her team.. She was nice. I
don’t know her name, but she wears her hair in coro-
net braids, and she had on a pink and white dress
at the Y. W. reception. I wish I knew her.
I told you about the faculty reception. Well, last
week Friday night was the Y. W. reception. Of
course, we didn’t have to be introduced to the faculty
this time, but we talked and had a good time. And
there was a program, and we sang songs. If ever I
get to earning money, I’m going to take violin les-
sons. I’d give all my old shoes to be able to play
the way that girl did at the reception. I wonder if
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there are going to be any more receptions. I like
them.
They organized our class the other day, but I
couldn’t go. I was sorry, for I always like elections
and things. Jl be a Suffragist yet, you see if I
don’t! But I guess it’s natural to get kind of
“ politicy ” when you get to college.
I was going to tell you about Sothern and Mar-
lowe. I went Friday night to see Twelfth Night
and Saturday to see Hamlet. Awfully frivolous and
extravagant of me, wasn’t it? But, you know, I’d
never seen Shakespeare played, and it seemed a crime
to miss it. A lot of the girls were going — Editha
and the other girls in the house— and I went, too.
Fifty cent seats, of course, but it was fine. I enjoyed
Twelfth Night immensely, but Hamlet — well, it’s
a wonderful play, but, someway, I’m thankful I
didn’t write it.
I guess I'll have to stop writing now. Editha has
just come in and wants to talk. I can see she is
homesick again. That child has the most expressive
face!
Tl try and do better about writing this week.
Anyway, I can get an awful lot on a post card. Hug
dear old Dad and Baby for me. Let Baby have my
tea-set to play with. It’s up in the attic in the
brown box. I’ve saved it a long time, but — I guess
Little Peggy will like it. Give Bess that little pack-
age I left for her when she goes away, and tell her
to be sure and write to Dick. And don’t you forget
that I am here loving you just the same, even though
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I’m not around to be picked up after. I wish I
could see you!
Your loving
THERESA.
P. S. — When you send my new pink dress, please
enclose a hair ribbon to match —long enough to tie
?round the head. All the girls wear bows here, so I
might as well. You might put an extra tuck in the
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that I subscribe for Tum Ecuo. As he’s an editor
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Warning all the forest-dwellers
That the day approaches fast,
When they’ll see the very last
Bright leaf fiutter to the ground
And the land will be snow-bound.
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Lighting up the dreary gray
Of a dull autumnal day
With a flash of vivid color.
Warning to thee, forest-dweller!
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While the forms were still on the press, there
came to “‘ The Echo” the sad news of the death
of Dr. Albert N. Husted, our honored and
beloved professor of mathematics.
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ap.”
‘No one has ever been successful who did not pos-
sess the trait of loyalty. No man has ever accom-
plished anything of great value, either to others or
to himself, without having been loyal to something.
Some successful men have been loyal to country,
some to favorite purposes, and still others have been
loyal to other things. As students of this State Nor-
mal College, however little or much we may realize
it, we are the possessors of “‘a goodly heritage.”
This birthright of a good name has not come to us
without a reason. It is ours, largely because of the
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fact that for years past a few men and women have
been loyal to this institution. Service is ever the
proof of loyalty, and their labors have made our col-
lege to stand for what it does. One by one these
persons to whom we are so indebted are passing out
from amongst us. In this world our greatest debts
are never paid, and now, as one of them is leaving
us, we realize how painfully insignificant words are
to express appreciation of a life-time of service.
Yet, whatsoever virtue there may be in words may
these contain, as Tur Ecuo expresses its appreciation
of the services of Dr. William V. Jones to our alma
mater, the New York State Normal College.
Good deeds that we do are oft-times overlooked,
or at least mention of them is not made in print.
Such was the case in regard to a certain gift that
was made to the college last spring. Desiring to in-
crease the facilities for the study of history, and
especially of American biography, last year’s class in
history 5a presented to the college a number of valu-
able books on historical subjects. These are placed in
the library and are now at the disposal of all our stu-
dents. In mentioning this, Tum Eouo merely wishes
to call attention to the fact, and by this medium of
expression to indicate the appreciation of the stu-
dents to the members of that class.
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know that advertising is, or perhaps is just being,
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rule, expend “cash” in the way of business unless
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multitude, we must believe that some, at least, think
themselves benefited thereby. Now, while we recog-
nize some kinds of originality as a virtue, it does
not pay to be radically different from the great ma-
jority of our fellows, unless we have some good
reason for so being. And, also, it behooves us to
be very sure that we have a sure reason. There is a
question we have been wanting to ask all along, but,
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Faculty Notes
Dr. William V. Jones, who has been connected
with this institution for many years, has resigned his
position as professor of commercial branches. Dr.
Jones was born in West Fulton, Schoharie county,
in the year 1842. He was graduated from the Al-
bany Normal School in 1868, and, after serving as
principal of a public school in Kingston for one year,
he was called to the Normal School to teach mathe-
matics. He became professor of mathematics and
bookkeeping in 1891. Later he was made principal
of the Normal High School and professor of Ger-
man. For the past several years, since 1909, he has
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held the position of professor of commercial branches
in the Normal College.
Dr. Jones served as a soldier in the Civil War.
He was married in 1871 to Annie C. Haynes, a mem-
ber of the Normal School Class of ’71. They have
six children.
Professor Risley did not meet his classes during
a part of the last week in September. He was called
to Normal, Illinois, by the death of his wife’s
mother, Mrs. Marsh.
Last month Tum Ecuo promised to give its read-
ers “ further information ” concerning the new mem-
bers of our faculty. A brief account of the achieve-
ments of each follows:
Dr. Leonard A. Blue, Dean of the College, and
Assistant to the President, comes to us with the high-
est recommendations of ability. He is a graduate
of Cornell College, Iowa, and received the degree of
B. A. from that institution in 1892. A few years
later the degree of Ph. D. was conferred upon him
by the University of Pennsylvania. He has been a
student at the University of Chicago. He is an
Honorary Fellow of Clark University and of Johns
Hopkins University. He has taught in Morning-
side College, in Iowa Wesleyan University and
in Goucher College, formerly called the Wo-
man’s College, of Baltimore. We are indeed fortu-
nate in securing Dr. Blue as a member of our faculty.
Dr. George S. Painter, who has taken Professor
Rejall’s place as teacher of psychology and philoso-
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phy, is a graduate of Harvard University. He re-
ceived the degree of M. A. from Boston University
in 1894. He spent three years studying in German
universities — Berlin, Liepzig and Jena. He took
the degree of Ph. D. with honor from the last named
university, where he studied under Professor Rein,
the noted German scholar. -Dr. Painter has been
especially interested in philosophy and pedagogy.
He has taught in Tufts College and in Mt. Union
College. He was also Honorary Fellow of Clark
University.
Miss Ellen Huntington, who takes the place of
Miss Peters in the Domestic Science Department, is
a graduate of Pratt Institute. She received the de-
gree of B. A. from the University of Illinois, and of
M. A. from Columbia University. She has taught
in the University of Wisconsin. For three years
she has been in charge of the Department of Domes-
tic Science and Art in the University of Utah.
Miss Willet has been succeeded in the Domestic
Science Department by Miss Eva Wilson. Miss
Wilson is a graduate of Teacher’s College, in New
York city. She has been employed during the past
summer as an instructor in the Summer School of
that institution.
Professor John A. Mahar, of the French Depart-
ment, received the degree of B. A. from Union Col-
lege, and the degree of Pd. B. from the New York
State Normal College. For two years he has been
a student of Johns Hopkins University. He has al-
ways been devoted to the study of the modern lan-
guages.
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Professor H. M. Douglas, teacher of mechanical
drawing and mathematics, is a graduate of Cornell
University, with the degree of M. E. He has been
employed in Cornell University for the past three
years.
Miss L. Antoinette Johnson, an assistant in the
High School Department, is a graduate of our own
college. She has been employed as a teacher in the
schools of New York State for about ten years.
While, as yet, the State Normal College has never
been represented upon the gridiron, it is pleasing to
note that we are in one way connected with the sport
of football. Professor Risley has acted as referee in
the following games: Cornell vs. Washington and
Jefferson, Amherst vs. Tufts, Union vs. Hobart, Cor-
nell vs. New York University.
Senior Notes
The senior class held its first meeting of this its
senior year on Friday afternoon, September 27th.
At this meeting designs for pins and rings were sub-
mitted for consideration.
The following committees were appointed :
Reception Committee — Jessie Cole, chairman;
Wordsworth Williams, Edna Hall, Mable Wood and
Rose McGovern.
Pin Committee — Amy Wood, chairman; Marie
Donovan, Bessie Clark, Sara Nares.
The following collegiates have come to swell our
ranks: Gertrude Crissey Valentine, A. B., Vassar,
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712; Vida Inez Maplesden, A. B., Vassar, ’08; Susan
Stuart DeGarmo, A. B., Western University, Oxford,
Ohio; Helen MacGeough, B. S., and Ruth Jacobs,
BOA. So NAC., 712:
Miss Mary Pitken has returned to S. N. C. after
a three years’ absence. Miss Pitkin was formerly a
member of the class of ’13, but returns as a member
of the class of 716.
Added dignity has come to our members with the
assumption of their pedagogical duties. Practice
teaching is by no means an unmixed blessing, but we
feel amply repaid for our pains by the progress of
our pupils.
Sophomore Notes
The first class meeting of the sophomores was held
on Monday, September 30th.
They have decided to have a written constitution
in addition to the rules adopted last year, and have
appointed a committee to prepare one.
Plans are being made for a social event, to occur a
little later in the year.
Freshman Notes
The freshman class was organized September 23d
by Miss Lois Atwood, president of the junior class,
and Mr. Horowitz was elected temporary chairman.
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At a meeting held on September 30th the follow-
ing officers were elected:
President, Orville Hayford.
Vice-President, Mary Johnson.
Secretary, Mary Whish.
Treasurer, Ernest Smith.
Y. W. C. A. Notes
The opening meeting of the year was held on Sep-
tember 18th, at which time we were glad to hear
from our president, Miss Amy Wood.
On September 25th the regular meeting was led
by Miss Alice Batchelder, a former Y. W. C. A.
secretary of Lowell, Mass. It was one of the occa-
sional opportunities which we have of listening to
a leader in our great work.
The meeting on October 2d was led by Miss Naomi
Howells.
The membership of our Y. W. C. A. has been
greatly increased lately. This fact is due mainly to
the efforts of the two teams, the “ Purple” and the
“ Gold,” who’s energies are directed along this spe-
cial line. The winning team will be the one that has
secured the largest number of new members. But
mere numbers are not all that count. They only in-
erease our capacity for spreading the message that
the Y. W. C. A. has for you all, if you will but listen.
So we urge you again to share the benefits which are
derived chiefly from the regular weekly meetings held
in the High School chapel on Wednesdays at 3:45.
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Newman Notes
Miss Anna Austin Brown, a former president of
the Newman Club, has accepted a position as teacher
of English in the Albany High School.
Miss Blanche Russell, a former member of New-
man, is also teaching in the Albany High School.
She has classes in French and in English.
The first regular meeting of the club was held on
Saturday, September 28th, at Van Wie’s Point, at
the summer home of Miss Eleanor White. The new
officers of Newman are:
President, Loretta Austin.
Vice-President, May Sheehan.
Treasurer, Genevieve Lonergan.
Secretary, Eleanor White.
Reporter, Katharine McManus.
Marshal, Lily Phillips.
Borussia Notes
At a meeting of the society held May 28th, 1912,
the following officers were elected for the year 1912-
bes
President, Frances W. Coghlan.
Vice-President, Edna Hall.
Secretary and Treasurer, A. Loretta Austin.
A business meeting was called October 1st. The
members decided to devote the following meeting to
the interest of the freshmen, and planned to have
the program of that day consist of a short German
play.
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It is hoped that the year 1912-13 will bring even
more success to Borussia than have preceding years.
This requires the co-operation of each member, and
we hope that each one will show his usual enthusiasm.
Freshmen, the purpose of Borussia is to increase
interest in the German language, manners and cus-
toms. If you wish to become a member, make your-
self known to some one connected with the society.
The members of Borussia are pleased to have
Professor Decker with them again.
Girls’ Athletic Association
The preliminary meeting of the year was held on
September 17th, and was devoted chiefly to the ad-
mission of new members from the freshman class.
In accordance with a new rule made at the first
meeting, it is now necessary for every member to
obtain a membership ticket. These are given upon
the payment of the annual dues of twenty-five cents,
and will admit you to all the activities of the associa-
tion. Obtain a ticket at one of the times posted, or
ask Miss Florence Jackson, Miss Marguerite Alberts,
or the president.
Watch the bulletin board in the lower hall!
Delta Omega Notes
The girls living at the sorority apartment, at No.
2 Delaware avenue, this year are Adele Kaemmerlen,
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Helen Odell, Florence Gardner, Helen Marshall,
Hazel Bennett, Marion Wheeler and Katherine
Odell.
The Delta Omega tea to the faculty and student
body was held in the college halls on Saturday after-
noon, October 5th, 1912, from 4 to 6 o’clock. The
decorations were autumn flowers and leaves. Miss
Perine, Miss Cushing, Miss Loeb, Miss Shaver and
Mrs. Blue poured.
The Delta girls entertained a party of freshmen
with a picnic to Van Wie’s Point on September 21st.
A jolly time was enjoyed by all.
We were pleased to welcome so many new stu-
dents at our September “at home.” The next tea
will be held the fourth Tuesday of the month, the
22d of October, at the sorority flat.
Delta entertained a few freshmen at the apartment
on September 29th. The afternoon was spent play-
ing “500.”
We are glad to welcome two of our old girls back
again. Miss Crissey and Miss F. Burlingame are
at college again, continuing their studies here.
The marriage of Miss Minnie Schultz to Mr. Wm.
A. Spicer, Jr., took place on September 4th, 1912.
The Deltas regret to lose Mrs. Aspinwall from
their number, but wish her all happiness in her new
home.
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Psi Gamma Notes
The Psi Gamma camp on Lake George was open
from June 19th to 29th. Eighteen sorority members
were in camp and all enjoyed a splendid vacation.
The girls were chaperoned by Mrs. W. H. McHarg,
of Albany.
We are glad to have with us again Prof. and Mrs.
Decker, of our faculty members.
Psi Gamma extends a welcome to her new faculty
member, Miss Morton. We also wish to welcome
Cecil Kinseley and Ethel Reynolds into the sorority.
Saturday, September 14th, a corn roast was en-
joyed by the sorority and her friends.
Frances Wood and Olara Wallace, who were gradu-
ated from the Household Economic Department last
June, are back to complete a four year course.
Kappa Delta Notes
Kappa Delta held its first regular meeting Wednes-
day evening, September 18th.
On Friday evening, September 20th, a chafing dish
party was given at the sorority house, 82 North
Allen street.
Miss Edna Bunce, formerly of the class of ’14, is
now attending Elmira College.
Saturday, the 28th, was spent very enjoyably by
the sorority and a number of friends in picnicing
near Watervliet.
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Eta Phi Notes
A regular meeting of Eta Phi was held at the home
of Miss Esther Mitchell, Thursday evening, Septem-
ber 19th. A social time followed the discussion of
business matters.
On Saturday, September 21st, the Eta Phi girls
and their friends enjoyed a picnic at Castleton.
A “500” party was held at Geraldine Murray’s
home Friday, September 27th.
Miss Sarah Trembly was the guest of Jeannette
Campbell this fall, and was present at the faculty re-
ception.
Miss Adeline Raynsford and Mr. Arthur Strei-
bert, both of Albany, were married on the 14th of
September. They will live in Yokahama, Japan,
where Mr. Streibert is stationed.
Alumni Department
A letter has been received from Mrs. S. Elizabeth
Verrinder-Winslow, S. N. C., 1856, of Clarkston,
Washington, asking that her subscription to Tur
Ecuo be renewed. The following extract from her
letter shows the loyalty and appreciation of one of
our former members:
“Although I was seventy-seven years old August
18th, 1912, I take as much interest in my beloved
alma mater as I did in my younger days, and look as
eagerly as then for Tux Ecuo, which I read with
keen enjoyment.”
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Miss Edith Gilmore, ’12, is teaching science in the
Mount Kisco High School.
Mr. Leon H. Beach, ’12, has a position as direc-
tor of industrial education in the Waverly schools.
Miss Margaret Jones, ’12, is teaching English in
the high school at Carthage, N. Y.
Miss Grace Wilcox, ’12, is a training class teacher
at Monticello, Sullivan county, N. Y.
Miss Marguerite Dee, ’12, is teaching in Hastings,
N.Y.
Miss M. Burna Hunt, ’10, is teaching in Cobles-
kill, N.Y.
Miss Isabella Begelman, ’11, has a position in the
George Junior Republic, at Flemington, N. J.
Miss Ethel Everingham is teaching at Schroon
Lake, N. Y.
Miss Blanche Russell, ’10, is teaching in the Al-
bany High School.
Miss Theresa Kirley, ’12, has a position in the
high school at Chester, N. Y.
Miss Edith Scott, ’11, is teaching English in An-
sonia, Conn.
Miss Florence Miller, H. E., ’12, is teaching in
Monticello, N. Y.
Miss Alta Everson, H. E., ’12, is teaching domes-
tic science in Millbrook, N. Y.
Miss Lillian Houbertz, H. E., ’12, is supervisor of
cooking in the high school at Bristol, Conn.
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Miss Emily Hendrie, H. E., 12, is teaching cook-
ing and sewing in the Young Woman’s Association
in Troy, N. Y.
Miss Helen Smith, H. E., 12, is teaching cook-
ing in Easton, Penn.
Miss Madge Robie, H. E., ’12, has charge of the
sewing in the trade school in Bridgeport, Conn.
Miss Fannie Goldsmith is teaching domestic sci-
ence in Middletown, N. Y.
Miss Myra Young spent the week-end of Septem-
ber 28th at her home.
Miss Jessie Cleveland, S. N. C., ’11, was a visitor
at the College on September 25th.
Marriep.
Miss May Foyle, ’10, to Mr. Roy Van Denburg,
710, August 21st, 1912, in Albany, N. Y.
Miss Adaline Wayne Raynsford, ’10, to Mr. I.
Arthur Streibert, September 14th, 1912, in Albany,
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