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The Philosopher at Twilight, George E. Kendall, ’15 73
After the Fire—Smoke! é Edwin Lewis, *15 75
Guesses Are in Order. E. Ray Schneible, ’17 88
Sam Jones 5 d , F. W. Smith, ’14 93
Minute on the Death of Dr. Milne . ; : . 95
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An Organization of the Student Body . x . 99
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VoL. XXIV OcTOBER, 1914
Kiterary Department
The Philosopher at Twilight
Dost thou, with mind unwearied still,
Pursue thy quest?
When fades the sun o’er yonder hill
And deep shades thicken in the West
Do not thy wakeful thots betray
Sweet tendencies to melt away
In lulling rest?
Knowest thou that soon ’twill be
The hour of sleep?
Life, the master, wearies me,
Pressing me with thots too deep,
Tasks that ages, far evolved,
Nodding o’er, shall leave unsolved
And seek their sleep.
No. 2
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THE ECHO
In the shadowy, dim, deceiving
Realm of thot
Can long theories, interweaving
Hazy tenets teach thee aught
That should keep thee waking ever,
Struggling on in vain endeavor,
Rest unsought ?
Come to the kingdom of dreams, with me,
Thy thots will keep.
Or if a problem should follow thee
After thine eyelids have closed in sleep,
Were it the choice of thy baffling themes,
It will be solved by the king of dreams
In the land of sleep.
GrorGE E. KENDALL,
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After the Fire — Smoke!
A story ‘of an island coast
“The abomination of desolation!’’ The words fell
unconsciously from the lips of the missionary as he
turned a bend in the rocky path that followed along
the side of the hill. It was the first week in December,
and late in the afternoon. From where he stood, he
could see far out on the Atlantic, east, north, south,
but to the uttermost extent of his-vision nothing met
his eye but a solid field of ice. For several days the
wind had prevailed from the northeast, and the float-
ing ice which came down from the Arctic seas had
been packed against the shore in one huge, solid mass.
Overhead the clouds hung low and angry and appeared
to be almost motionless, but away to the northwest
they were rolling and heaving as though some gigantic
power they imprisoned were struggling ineffectually to
release itself. The missionary detected the unmistake-
able signs of an approaching storm. That imprisoned
power in yonder laboring cloud-bank would soon come
to birth, and, rioting in its freedom, would take this
limitless, ponderous, inert ice field, and scatter it in
ten million fragments before the dawn of another day.
In contrast to the dull-white ice field was the scene
which lay more directly at the spectator’s feet. The
ice filled every square inch of space in the little harbor
below, and seemed to lie there in sullen resentment
because rock and earth set a botind to its progress,
beyond which it could not go. Yet why should it want
to go any farther? From the top of the low hills four
or five miles inland right down to where rock and ice
met, gaunt, staring, naked blackness, rendered the more
hideous by a background of snow and a setting of dull
green forest of scrub spruce and fir, bore a testimony
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as eloquent as any that was ever borne by roadside
gallows with its dangling corpse. Three months be-
fore, the fire-god, brother to that wind-god who in a
few hours time would wreak his fury on pounding,
crashing ice, had suddenly leaped up in a long flame
on the top of the hill. In that leap he had seen all
he wanted to see; a few miles away a little fishing
village of a score of houses. Swiftly he called to his
wind brother to come from the west, and the two, clap-
ping their giant hands in devilish glee, rushed toward
the village. Three miles out on the fishing grounds,
fear-stricken men saw the deyouring fury tearing
madly down the hill. The wind-god, looking, saw the
quick turning of the boats to land, and, divining the
purpose, leaped mightily forward, and lashed the sea
again and again until it rose up in anger and fought
with him, and the little boats, caught in the commotion
which the fighting monsters made, were tossed about in
a fateful helplessness. Wild-eyed men, mad with their
impotence as they saw the relentless fire swooping upon
home, wife and child, in turn cursed and prayed, and
it is said that some there were who cursed that day
who had never cursed before, and some there were
who prayed that day who had never prayed before.
Nineteen of the twenty houses fell before the hot blast
of the nostrils of the fire-god, and four of the thirteen
boats which the wind-god had leaped forward to hinder
were lost in the deadly embrace of contending wind
and sea.
The one house which escaped the destruction was
built on the outermost point of the land which enclosed
the harbor. People said—and truthfully enough —
that Levi Martin built his house where he did so that
he could be as far away as possible from his neighbors.
He was a rough, brutal, unsociable fellow, and it was
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always a mystery why the quiet gentle woman who was
his wife could have brought herself to wed him, In
addition to his other bad points, Levi was lazy. Dur-
ing the days of his courtship, acting under the influence
of his passion, he had erected the frame of a good-sized
house, and everybody marvelled at his industry.
Against the back of the frame he built what he said
was going to be the porch. As soon as the porch was
finished, he married. That was five years before, and
the frame still stood as it stood then, and the porch,
now made into two rooms, was doing service as the
home of Levi and his wife and their three little ones.
After the fire, the settlers had scattered among the
neighboring villages, expecting during this winter to
cut lumber and to rebuild their houses and wharves
in the spring. Thus it happened that the Martins
were the only family now living in the place. The
third child was but a few weeks old, and Sewell, who
was visiting a settlement a mile or two farther along
the coast, had walked down to see the mother, who was
reported to be very ill.
The desolation which prevailed without was more
than matched by conditions within the little house.
Levi Martin sat by the stove smoking. Two half-
naked children retreated to a corner as the missionary
entered. The floor, walls, and ceiling were all desti-
tute of any covering. What furniture there was was
home-made, and was of the rudest kind. In response
to Sewell’s greeting, the big black-bearded fellow gave
an inarticulate grunt. He did not offer to get up, nor
to stop smoking, nor even to converse.
“How is the wife?” asked Sewell, presently.
“She’s in t’other room; go and see her if ye wants
to.” Sewell entered what for courtesy’s sake would be
called a bedroom. By means of the dim light which
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struggled through the broken window, he made out a
couple of bunks built one on each side of the tiny rocm.
A woman lay on one of them, a babe at her side. The
attempt to answer the minister’s greeting brought on
a fit of coughing, and a pain gripped the young fellow’s
heart as he heard the hollow sound, and made out tie
emaciated features and form of the mother. What
was anything he could say or do worth in these cir-
cumstances! The “ message” this woman needed was
not that which he was supposed to carry. Rather was
it the message which came by skilful doctor and
tender nurse. Returning to the kitchen, he expressed
his convictions to the husband. The response he got
from between the teeth which still held the pipe was
a coarse laugh.
“She don’t want no doctor and nuss. She’m just
lazy, that’s all. I allows she been sick all right, but she
ain’t no sicker now than what I be. If she’d get up a
spell, and move around, she’d be all right in no time.
Why, my mother—she had fourteen kids, and she
never made no blooming ” He got no further.
Sewell stood before him with blazing eyes, and sharp
as the incessant crack of a repeater, the words came
out.
“You’re a great lazy hulk of a good-for-nothing,
that’s what you are. I tell you, that woman in there
will be dead inside of three months if you don’t get
her food and medicine. Lazy, indeed! It’s you who
are lazy. Wd—yes! Id like to give you a good
thrashing, you — you worthless rascal!”
Levi Martin listened to the fusilade in astonish-
ment. Then slowly he raised his long ungainly body,
and looking fiercely at the missionary, hissed out, “ Be
you a-talking to me?”
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“Yes, lam. I’m talking to you, and I mean every
word I say. I say it again—you’re a big lazy
scoundrel, that’s what you are.”
Before Levi could make any reply, a spasm of cough-
ing shook the weakened frame in the other room, and
Sewell hurried in. When he came out again, his voice
was quieter as he asked, “ What food have you in the
house?”
“We ain’t got nothing but some flour and p’taties,”
was the reply.
“No fish? ”
“Nol?
“No tea?”
“No.”
““No molasses?”
“No.”
“Then in heaven’s name, man, why don’t you go
out and shoot something?”
“ Ain’t got no powder.”
“Well, you can at least snare a rabbit.”
“ Ain’t got no wire.”
Again the anger blazed in the missionary’s eyes.
“Levi Martin, the proper place for you is Hell.
You’re no man at all. You sit here smoking all day
long, and let your wife and children starve.” Then an
idea occurred to him, and he asked quickly, ‘‘ Where
did you get the tobacco?”
Levi looked uncomfortable, but replied, “‘ Tommy
Sanford give me a stick.”
“Well,” said Sewell, “maybe he did, and maybe
he didn’t. Anyway, here’s a dollar. It’s storming
already, but if you hurry, you can get back. Go to
Skipper Joe’s store, and get some things. A pound of
tea, that’s fifty cents ; a gallon of molasses, that’s forty ;
and you'll have ten cents left for a can of milk.”
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In a little over an hour Levi returned with the pro-
visions. The storm was increasing, and it was now dark,
and Sewell was anxious to get away. He stopped, how-
ever, to make tea, sweetened with the molasses and
canned milk, and the woman drank it as eagerly as
the parched ground takes up the rain. “ That’s the
first cup of tea I’ve had since afore the little ’un came,”
she said feebly.
When he returned to the kitchen, the missionary
saw Levi cutting off strips from a plug of tobacco,
preparatory to refilling his pipe. He observed that the
plug was a new one, and at once he was suspicious.
“See here,” he asked, “ how much molasses did you
get?r”
“A gallon,’ was the sullen reply.
“ Bring me the jug.”
Levi brought the jug. It was only half-full.
“ Tell the truth, Levi,— you bought half a gallon of
molasses, and spent the other twenty cents for
tobacco?”
The man, plainly cornered, muttered: “ Well, and
what if I did?”
““What if you did!” roared the other. ‘“ What if
you did! Why, that you’re the biggest blackguard
that God ever let live, that’s what.”
But nothing could shame the unnatural fellow.
Later that evening, as he accompanied Sewell to the
other settlement, he endeavored to defend his conduct.
“ Baccy is all the comfort I has, yes, sir. I just got to
have it. B’gar, you wouldn’t rob a man of his smoke
and chew, would ye?” But the missionary would not
argue. He was too utterly disgusted with his com-
panion to talk with him, and besides, he needed all his
strength for the battle with the storm which was now
at its height.
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The next Sunday morning, Sewell was back at his
* headquarters.” He had thought seriously over the
incident in Levi Martin’s hut. In a way, what Levi
said was right. The pipe was almost the only form of
self-indulgence, not only for him, but for practically
every man on the coast. Nevertheless, nothing could
justify Levi’s dastardly conduct, and a grim resolution
formed itself in the missionary’s mind. It was a
startled congregation which heard his bold announce-
ment: ‘“‘ Next Sunday morning, I shall preach a ser-
mon on the subject, ‘ Tobacco, the Greatest Curse of
the Mission.’ ”
Throughout the week, the promised sermon was the
chief topic of conversation. As he went among the
people, Sewell detected an undercurrent of feeling
against what was considered his unwarranted inter-
ference in a matter that was purely personal. On
Friday evening, the doctor called him into his room.
The table was littered with pipes, tobacco, and stubs
of cigars. Sewell noticed them, but said nothing.
With a gleam in his eye, the doctor began:
“So you’re going to get after us for our bad habits,
eh?” The missionary smiled, and narrated his ex-
perience with Levi Martin. ‘‘ That’s all very well,”
said the doctor, ‘“‘ but if you take my advice, you will
keep your mouth shut on this tobacco business. The
men are in a pretty ugly mood about it. They’ll give
you all the rope you want on most things, but they
have the notion that this is their business, not yours,
and I rather agree with them. I’ve been here longer
than you have, and I know the people.” He leaned
forward, and spoke affectionately. ‘‘ Drop it, sonny,
and let us poor sinners smoke our pipes in peace.”
But Sewell was obdurate. ‘‘ No, sir, I’ll see this
thing through whatever the consequences. I’m liké
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that ancestor of yours, ‘I never turned my back on
don or devil yet.’ I’ll rake those fellows Sunday morn-
ing with a full broadside. Of course, you don’t need
to be there if you would rather not.” The doctor
laughed. “Not be there! My lad, this is a pretty
quiet hole, and fun is too scarce for me to miss this bit.”
Sunday morning saw practically the entire male
population present at church. True to his announce-
ment, the young prophet blazed away at the enormity
of the sin of smoking. The angry scowls on the faces
of the younger men, instead of checking his rabid
utterance, served only to inspire it, and the reformer,
secure in the exalted sense of duty done, was in nowise
affrighted by the groups of angry men who stood about
the church door at the close of the service.
The approach of Christmas made it necessary that
plans be drawn up for entertaining the people, and the
doctor and Sewell consulted together for the purpose.
The former was keen for having an “ athletic meet”
on the ice, with a free-for-all supper in the school-
house, followed by an entertainment and the distribu-
tion of prizes. “ You look as if you might have been
something of an athlete in the old country,” he said to
Sewell, “and this ought to suit you first-rate. Let’s
fix up a regular English program.”
The missionary entered into the plan with great
eagerness, and the two men soon had a program
arranged —in the morning, a football match under
English association rules, the doctor to captain one
side and Sewell the other; in the afternoon, running,
sack races, sack fights, “ high-cock-alorum,” jumping,
shooting, wood-chopping contests, and other similar
events.
Friday came, the day for the sports. Sewell’s un-
popularity made it difficult for him to get a team for
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the football match, and he was badly beaten. He
determined to take no part in the “ meet,’ but when
the sack fight was called, and he saw the doctor pre-
paring to compete, the primitive instinct asserted itself,
and he seized a sack. Some thirty men entered the
contest. The sacks were laced up over the men’s
shoulders, so that only the head and neck were exposed.
Each man was to choose an opponent, and try to hustle
him down. The last man standing would, of course,
be the winner. The contest was tried out in heats,
until all but four men had been eliminated — the doctor,
Sewell, David Thorn, and a little fellow of French
extraction named Henri, who came from a settlement
thirty miles to the south, and was making a long jour-
ney to consult a priest. Sewell chose the doctor for
his opponent. The two men laughed as they faced
each other, and Sewell said, “‘ Well, doctor, you beat
me at football this morning ; I guess it’s my turn now.”
In a few: minutes both the doctor and David Thorn
lay sprawling on the ice. The final bout therefore had
to be fought between the missionary and the French-
man.
Five minutes were allowed for the two men to rest,
and then once more they were tied up in the sacks. A
great silence settled down upon the spectators as the
struggle began. Somehow they divined in it a meaning
deeper than lay on the surface. The Frenchman was
an outsider, and had been allowed to participate only
through courtesy. But the other man had had the
audacity to arraign them in the most public way, and:
they were by no means sure that they did not want to
see him defeated. Sewell felt that the situation was
critical, and he began the struggle with extreme care.
He was much taller and heavier than his opponent, but
in a contest of that nature, height and weight were a
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disadvantage, and the hustling of the Frenchman
caught him low all the time. The crowd as a whole
still refrained from taking sides, although the outsider
had a few friends who backed him noisily. Presently,
after Henri had barely escaped a fall, Uncle Solomon
— with whom Sewell lived — had to voice his feelings.
“Good for the Parson!” he cried. Others quickly
took up the cry, and the missionary heard the doctor
say something which sounded like “ Waterloo.” Henri
heard it too, and his eyes snapped, and he muttered an
oath. Suddenly, from a distance of several feet, with
lowered head he rushed at Sewell as one bull might
rush at another. The missionary failed to avoid the
rush ; the Frenchman’s head caught him squarely in the
pit of the stomach, and he doubled up like a knife,
face white, breath gone, but still keeping his feet. The
blow had been foul, for the doctor explained at the
beginning that there must be no “ramming.” The
action aroused the spectators, and it aroused to full
strength the fighting blood of the Englishman. But
Henri also was mightily stirred. He, too, seemed to
sense the symbolism of the event. ‘ Doctor,” he cried,
“can’t we leave out them rules?”’ The doctor looked
inquiringly at Sewell, who nodded his consent. “Go
ahead then,” said the doctor, ‘‘ anything’s fair. Go-as-
you-please is the word.”
Henri, who had now lost his self-control entirely,
quickly took advantage of the suspension of the rules.
In a close grapple, each man stooping low, and seeking
to get his shoulder under the other, the Frenchman
made a quick movement of the head, and the néxt
moment Sewell felt his opponent’s teeth sink into his
ear. The doctor, watching every movement, saw the
action, and in a flash his fingers had closed around
Henri’s neck, and hé was shaking him as a dog might
shake a rat.
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“ You sneak!” he roared, ‘‘ what do you call that?”
Quickly the retort came. ‘“ Didn’t ye say no rules?”
“Tt’s all right, doctor,” interrupted Sewell; ‘if he
wants to play that game, take us out of these con-
founded sacks and I’ll give him all he wants.”
“Steady now,” was the reply; “this is no boxing
match. It is supposed to be a friendly tussle. Now,
Henri, quit your tricks, or you’ll be in trouble.”
Once more the men, glaring now like wild beasts,
faced each other. In a few moments, Sewell saw the
chance he had been waiting for. He had just stopped
a rush, and Henri was shuffling backwards, preparing
for another. Swift as lightning, Sewell put into effect
an old trick he had learned as a lad on the football
field, when the ball was flying along some three feet
above the ground, and had to be returned without
being stopped. Seizing the loose of the sack in one
hand, he leaped as high in the air as he could. The
quick, strange action startled Henri, and he was thrown
off his guard. Then suddenly the two feet of the man
in the air shot out in the corners of the sack, and
caught the other squarely just above the waist-line.
Henri went down like a log as his opponent recovered
himself, and in the ensuing roar that arose from the
crowd Sewell knew that he had regained the affections
of his people.
After supper the school-room was arranged for the
entertainment. The doctor brought his graphophone,
“ magic lantern,” electric battery, and other parapher-
nalia, and for two hours the simple-hearted fishing folks
enjoyed themselves to the full. Last of all came the
distribution of the prizes. On the platform was a large
wooden box, and there was much conjecture as to the
nature of the prizes it contained. The doctor made
a little speech, in which he explained that the allot-
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ment of the prizes for the events had been made the
day before, so that if there should seem any incon-
gruity between the prize and the person who won it,
it was entirely unintentional.
He began to read. “ First prize for chopping wood,
an axe, Reuben King. Second prize, a jack-knife,
David Thorn.” Amid much good-natured banter, the
two men walked to the platform to receive the articles.
“First prize for the mile race, a fur cap, Jeremiah
Jones. Second prize, a woolen helmet, Timothy Bell.”
So the list was read off, until the doctor reached the
last item. Before reading this, he made another speech.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I am sure we are all proud
of the minister to-day. Henri is not present, so I can
say what I think. You will agree with me that, in the
words of the poet, ‘it was a famous victory.’ I didn’t
suppose anyone could get around in a sack as those two
men did this afternoon. We should all have felt badly
if Henri had won, especially after he acted as he did.
If the minister sometimes says things we don’t like, we
must not mind that. That’s part of his business, after
all, just as it is a part of mine to give you nasty
medicines.”” He stopped, and reaching into the box,
drew out the last package. Then he read from his
program: “First and only prize for the great sack
fight goes to the Reverend Winfield Sewell, a meer-
schaum pipe and five pounds of plug tobacco.”
Sewell was standing close to the platform, and he
could almost feel the silence which settled on the people
as they heard the announcement. For a moment he
felt the hot temper surge within him. Then he caught
the twinkle in the eye of the wise man on the platform.
Quickly he recovered himself, and with a broad grin
on his scarlet face stepped forward with outstretched
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hand to receive his prize. For a second or two longer,
the silence remained unbroken. Then the real signifi-
cance of the little comedy was seen, and such a laugh
and a cheer burst from two hundred throats as the
old school-house had never heard before.
Epwin Lewis, 715.
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Guesses Are In Order
After checking his derby hat and carefully deposit-
ing his suit case upon the seat beside him, Professor
Dinklespeigle was actually on his way to join the
expedition of the North American Society for Zo-
ological Research, as its chief. The professor was
very nervous. He had spent much time in preparation
for his journey and was very tired. Many things,
each requiring considerable work, had to be done be-
‘fore the last trunk was safely piled upon the express
wagon. His sample cases of dried Xyminazines re-
quired more time for packing than did any of the
other specimens because of the long antinnze which
was characteristic to each family of the species.
For three days after his arrival in New York, the
professor was very busy arranging his many packages
of bugs for storage aboard the large steamer, Alex-
andria. But there was one little box, made of black
grain leather, the ends of which were covered with
very fine wire netting, which he never let out of his
possession. It contained the only living member of
the Calinasiantiz family (which is a kind of buzzard)
and of which the professor was very proud. It was
the purpose of the expedition to search the wilds of
Africa for a companion for this beautiful little
Calinsiantia who, being along in his cage, was often
very sad. The professor had named him Philip, and
many an hour was spent crouched over the little box,
looking through the wire netting and watching Philip
at play.
The voyage across the Atlantic was uneventful ex-
cept when the professor became very nervous and in-
sisted that the rolling of the ship was making Philip
seasick.
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When the party arrived at Cairo, the professor was
as happy as a schoolboy on an unauthorized fishing
trip. He wandered by himself far and wide over the
sands, picking up here and there little bugs and worms
which were carefully stored in a basket which hung
at his side.
The journey over the burning sands of the great
desert was very tiresome. For days at a time, the only
sight which met the eyes of the travelers was the glare
of the sun and its reflection upon that ocean of white
sand, which extended to the horizon on all sides. They
journeyed by night when the temperature fell to forty
or fifty, and when the first rays of the sun appeared
in the morning, tents were pitched and the camp slept
during the hottest part of the day. The camels never
seemed to tire, but kept on hour after hour with that
same easy step; their bodies swaying from side to side
with that peculiar motion like unto the rolling of a
ship.
After three weeks of this kind of travel, signs of
vegetation were seen; here and there a low shrub or
vine, not any too healthy, you may be sure, but cer-
tainly proof that the little “ ships of the desert ” were
nearly safe in port.
The path soon led through thick vegetation, com-
posed mostly of massive trees growing near together,
and so made progress very slow. It was nearly six
weeks later when worn out and weary they arrived
at the edge of the greatest jungle in the world.
A camp was built high above the ground to prevent
the snakes and lizards from strolling in and out, while
the flies and gnats were kept out by means of fine wire
netting which completely covered the tents. This was
to be the main camp, and all exploring parties wéré 10
start from and end here.
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Early one morning, the professor and three of his
companions started out for a trip to the interior. They
were to be the advance guard of a party of ten who
would join them in a few days. The professor headed
the procession. Every day’s journey showed a change
in the vegetation. The trees became smaller, bushes
grew everywhere, vines climbed up the trees forming
a great tangle, a beautiful home for all the creepy,
slimy snakes, lizards and worms. But the professor
did not mind such things; he beamed with joy when
he found one more slippery and more slimy than the
rest, and chuckled as he dropped it into his basket.
The ground was rapidly becoming marshy, so wet
that every time one of the party set a foot down, that
sound peculiar to a cow when she draws her foot out
of a mud hole was heard. In this juicy ooze, the
snakes and lizards were more numerous than before,
red ones, green ones, and brown ones; some large,
others small, yet each belonging to the Lufinalizuene
family, in which the professor was greatly interested.
But yet no sign of a Calinsiantia.
Philip’s cage, still hanging at the professor’s side,
was forever getting tangled in the vines, and so at
last, though much against his will, the professor gave
Philip into the keeping of Professor Snodgrass, who
was second in command.
Immediately after the noonday meal, one very hot
day, the chief left the camp, and wandered about by
himself. He had been absent about an hour and was
on his return when there, perched upon a bush in the
center of a large swamp, was a Calinsiantia. The
professor’s heart leaped and bounded. “ Ach!” he
cried, ‘ now all trouble is over. Hier ist a companion
for mein Philip,” and quickly falling upon his hands
and knees, he crawled rapidly, through the muck and
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mud, toward the bush. Carefully he stood up and
raising his net above his head, made a swipe at the
Calinsiantia. He missed. The bug flew away over
the marsh, the professor a close second. Now as the
Calinsiantia flew a little lower, the pursuer jumped
and with a well-aimed stroke, caught his prize squarely
in the net, but alas! The professor lost his balance
and was now deep in the mire. When he picked him-
self up, he was humming a little German ditty for his
quest was won. With a light heart he began his
journey back.
He had gone but a short distance when he saw
Professor Snodgrass, very red and perspiring freely,
hurrying toward him. “Ach Himmel, mein Herr!”
he cried, “der bug is loose,’ then seeing Philip, for
Philip it was, he exclaimed, “aber gut you have him
caught!” Professor Dinklespeigle fainted.
Early one afternoon, some three weeks later, the
professor was chasing a huge Sagua along the bank
of a small stream. The Sagua lighted upon the end
of a tree trunk which stretched from the bank far out
into the water. The professor laid his gun on the
bank and carefully made his way toward the end of
the log, but the Sagua had gone. Disappointed the
professor turned around when there, at the end of
the tree sat a huge lion. The poor man was nearly
dead with fright. How was he to escape?
Above the log hung a large limb of a tree. The
professor grasped the bough and was about to draw
himself up when he saw, much to his horror, the coils
of a large boa-constrictor slowly moving toward him.
He was so overcome that he nearly lost his balance
and fell into the wide open jaws of a crocodile which
lay below him in the water. In his terror the poor
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man ran toward the shore. The lion advanced, awhile
licking his chops, when —
Professor Dinklespeigle included the story of his
narrow escape in his report on the expedition. All
interested may find the same in the last report of the
North American Society for Zoological Research.
E. Ray ScCHNEIBLE, ’17.
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Sam Jones
Sam Jones owns a little land
That isn’t wuth a cuss
It’s muddy an’ it’s marshy —
Sam lives right next ter us
An’ he too’s mighty wuthless,
No time fer doin’ much
*Cept lazin’ round an’ fishin’,
Talkin’ politics an’ such.
No one tuk much stock of Sam,
Exceptin’ Sam of course,
An’ folks ’ud always kinder grin
When Sam druv his poor horse
With his old broke-down wagon
Down Main street of the town,
But now Sam is a personage,
A person of renown.
Now Sam’s no longer shif’less
He’s merely kinder quaint,
There’s fifty real good reasons,
His house’s in need of paint,
An’ Sam he takes his sudden fame
With a real modest face,
While wise men from fer an’ near
Dig all around his place.
Way back in the icey age
Ten million years ago,
They say that the cave men chased
A queer beast thru the snow.
The beast had a longish name,
An’ was a’mighty queer
But men hunt it in them days
As we would chase a deer.
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The critter fell in a swamp,
Was killed, an’ left ter rot,
An’ fer nigh ten million years
It rested in Sam’s lot.
Now sci’ntists from the hull land
Come here ter view them bones.
Our most noted citizen
Is Mister Samuel Jones.
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Minute
The members of the faculty of the New York State
College for Teachers desire to put on record their
admiration, love and respect for their late president,
Doctor William J. Milne.
After graduation from the University of Rochester
Doctor Milne was intimately associated with the work
of education in this State during a period of almost
fifty years. He taught for a short time in the State
Normal School at Brockport and then for eleven years
he was principal of the State Normal School at
Geneseo and in both these schools he left the impress
of his strong personality and his high ideals. Twenty-
five years ago he was elected to succeed Doctor Water-
bury in what was then known as the State Normal
School at Albany.
The Normal School at Albany had had a long and
effective history and had well served the State in
education; but Doctor Milne desired to enlarge its
functions and to transform it from a school to a
college where the science and art of teaching should
be especially emphasized. Therefore he applied to
have its charter and its name changed. Thenceforth
it became known as the State Normal College at Al-
bany. His aim was to establish here an institute of
pedagogy based on philosophic principles where grad-
uates of academic colleges might receive special train-
ing in what would virtually be a post-graduate course.
The large number of graduates who at once came
testified to the need and value of such an institution
and the results were so suggestive that courses in
pedagogy were soon introduced in almost all academic
colleges. Then the attendance here began to fall off.
To meet this condition of things Doctor Milne applied
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for a change in the charter of the college so that it
might take rank with these academic colleges, while
still retaining its special function of training teachers
and emphasizing the pedagogical nature of the work.
Thé rapid increase in the number of students justified
the wisdom of the president’s action.
When the old college building was destroyed by fire,
Doctor Milne’s energies were bent toward the erection
of a new building whose design and character should
be worthy of its position among the colleges of
America; and his wisdom, fine taste and zeal were
rewarded. These halls are a monument to his lifé and
his work and in them we still feel the impress of his
mind and heart and will. No one can fail to be im-
pressed with the exceeding beauty and fitness of these
buildings ; and to have succeeded in their completion
in the midst of so many difficulties and discourage-
ments is a striking tribute to what Doctor Milne has
accomplished. They are in truth not only a monu-
ment to his memory but an ornament to the city of
Albany and an inspiration to all lovers of real
education.
Doctor Milne’s life as president of this college was
rich in accomplishment and in suggestion. This period
of twenty-five years was the most significant in his
life and he always thought of the work that he had
done previously as a preparation for the larger work
which was to be done by him here. With all the
energy of his nature, with all his intellectual ability,
with all his deep power of sympathy and kindliness
and with the tremendous vigor of his will he worked
to lay foundations on which he was permitted to build
until his life was closed, and on which others will be
permitted to build now that he has gone.
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The last few years of his life were supremely happy
so far as his connection with the college was concerned.
He had struggled against difficulties and trials and
dangers and at last what he aimed to do had been done.
To say that he loved the college is but a feeble ex-
pression for the depth of the emotion with which he
thought of and spoke of it. His associates recall his
expression of sincere and simple happiness in the
architectural beauty and in the general fitness of these
buildings for their work and in the loyalty of the
teachers and students; and as he stood at the window
of his office and looked out upon the beauty of the
campus with its flowers and trees and thought of the
high place to which he had been called as the head
of such an institution he would often say: “I should
like to live for many years in such a beautiful spot as
this, in such congenial surroundings and among such
good friends.”
After long and persistent endeavors he finally suc-
ceeded in having a name given to the college, which,
in his opinion, more nearly expressed its exact nature
and characteristics; and it was a source of great con-
tent and laudable pride to him when the name of the
college was changed and it should henceforth be
known as the New York State College for Teachers.
That work having been accomplished, the time of
his departure seemed to be at hand; and, although
his associates and his friends and the students all
hoped that for many years to come he might still be
the guide and the inspiration of the work here, yet
they felt that his career was well complete and rounded.
In very truth he had finished his course in faith and
he now rests from his labors.
The members of the Faculty desire once more to
express their admiration for him and his Christian
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character and to record their love for him. It is hard
to go on without him and his words of encourage-
ment and wisdom. A great presence is missed among
them, but they feel that his spirit still lives within
these walls and in the hearts of all young men and
women whom he taught and whom he influenced for
good and also in the hearts of those who were priv-
ileged to be associated with him in this college of high
ideals, to which he contributed so richly of his nature
and of his life.
They therefore direct that this minute be spread
upon the records of the college and that copies thereof
be sent to Doctor Milne’s family and to the Board of
Trustees.
eas
Pana
VOL. XXIV OcTOBER, 1914 No. 2
Board of Editors
Lovisw H. Powprs . i i fh x Bditor-in-Chiet
EpirH A. CARR 5 s * ‘ < a Assistant Editor
GERALDINE H. MuRRAY . b ‘ & . Literary Editor
Doris SMitH 5 f “ g, 4 : Alumni Editor.
Jussin IF, DUNSHITH . . . . . News Editor
Mary ALLEN + C o : 4 is Hachange Editor
Guapys Dosson : . . ‘ ‘ : Joke Editor
Gee ele ae : ' : ; é Athletic Editors
ARY DaBNEY . 3 4 “
Dororny H. HAILes
STANLEY G. FITZGERALD
2 Business Manager
Advertising Department
MARGARET CHRIST 1 Poa
JosmpH SPROULD : . . : Subscription Managers
BE. Ray SCHNEIBLD = Circulating Manager
Subscription, $1.00 per annum, payable in advance; $1.25 if not
paid before November 1; single copies, 15 cents.
Contributions and expressions of opinion are solicited from the
student body and interested alumni.
“Tam HCHO” is published monthly (except July and August)
nad povned by the students of the New York State College for
‘eachers.
Enitorial Department
An Organization of the Student Body!
Within the past three years various incidents and
accidents have brought to our notice the necessity of
having some organization of the student body. For
instance, on the occasion of the death of Dr. Husted,
the presidents of the four classes took action in their
separate classes and then together, in drawing up the
proper resolutions. There was no organization of
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the whole student body which could take the lead
in such an emergency. And we have felt the need at
other times of concerted action on the part of the
whole college. Please think this matter over carefully!
The Senior Class has already voted in favor of such
an orgatization! Are you going to recognize our
present lack and endeavor to remedy it?
Please Help the Poor
Literary Editor! This is YOUR paper. Make it
more really yours because you are one of its contribu-
tors. Probably most of you have no idea how material
is collected for each issue. The process is complicated
to say the least. First of all, we only know about
twenty people in the entire college upon whom we
can depend. Others fade away at our approach! To
these few we go month after month, begging, beseech-
ing them for soMETHING. Finally, after about two
weeks of gentle (?) prodding, we manage to extract
enough material to make a presentable looking maga-
zine. We NEVER have more copy than we can use.
More often we could and would print more if we
had it.
Why is it that you give all the honor, and incidentally
all the labor, to a choice few? Why, why won’t
you bring your waiting manuscripts to THe Ecuo
box? It is not even necessary to sign your name, if
you wish to remain incognito. The main thing is to
see that we find the material.
The November issue is to be a Thanksgiving num-
ber, and we want it to be exceptionally good. THE
Ecuo box is now receiving!
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News Bepariment
YW C. A:
Y. W. C. A. extends greetings to all the students
of the college, especially the new ones, and hopes that
they may have a most successful and happy year.
The lunch counter has opened again in the lower
hall of the Science Building.
The annual Y. W. C. A. reception was held Friday
evening, September 25th. A thoroughly good time
was enjoyed by all who availed themselves of the
hospitality of the Association.
The membership campaign is progressing under the
leadership of Jessie Dunseith and Edith Rose. We
hope to receive as members all new girls and those
upper classmen who have not as yet joined the
Association.
The first meeting was held September 23rd, led by
Edith Carr. At the meeting held September 30th,
led by Miss Springsteed, every seat in the chapel was
taken. May this be the case at every meeting!
College Orchestra
Two rehearsals the first week! Not bad.
Ain’t our new directoress just gran’! No won-
der everyone turned out both times. Wait till you
hear us.
“ Eddie” L - - - got three notes right at the last
rehearsal. Good work, Ed.
Evolution (Eng. 2) is taking place in the Orchestra.
Last year, all horn; this year, all first fiddle. “ From
the basser to the finer.”
The business manager says he is going to invent
an instrument to supply bass to the Orchestra. Won’t
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some of you who play bass instruments ease this poor
fellow’s suffering and eventually your own?
We are glad to welcome Miss Shanks and Messrs.
Harrison and Townsend into our ranks. May their
efforts to “ boost ” the Orchestra prove untiring.
Harry D - - - - hasn’t lost a “ pound” during vaca-
tion. It’s a wonder the “‘ wories” aren’t all worn
out.
Le Roy D - - - - and Orthello S ------- took up
pugilism this summer. Both have developed a wonder-
ful “blow.’’ They almost reached high C, not quite.
Aw, come on, Freshmen! This is your Orchestra
as well as ours. There aren’t any dues yet, and if
you join now you'll have the say as to whether there
shall be any or not.
Our drummer has acquired a new “roll.” Any-
body could guess that he worked in a bakery all
summer.
Don’t forget the rehearsal every Tuesday evening
at 7 o’clock, and WATCH THE BULLETIN BOARD.
Camera Club
Don’t think that because your camera came from the
$1.98 counter you cannot take real pictures. You can,
and, if you will only let us, we will show you how.
The Camera Club is a live organization, and it’s bound
to become more so. Wouldn’t you like to join now
‘so that you won’t miss any more of the instructive
talks and the delightful tramps? Every Monday
afternoon at ten minutes after four, we meet in Pro-
fessor Kirtland’s room, and there listen to a varied
program relative to our cameras— how to use and
how not to abuse them. Professor Kirtland is one of
our most enthusiastic members, and shares with us
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the benefits of his interesting and successful experi-
ences in taking and making pictures. There are other
artists among us, and they also lend a helping hand
to the less fortunate. Prizes are awarded monthly
for the best specimens handed in, and every one is
given a fair judgment according to his camera and
the conditions under which the exposure was made.
But, best of all, will be the trips we are planning to
take. There are always pictures waiting for us, if
we only see them, but Albany and the country sur-
rounding it are especially rich in this respect. None
of us who went last year will ever forget the Indian
Ladder expedition. Without any doubt we will have
many more just such good times, and we want every
one who is at all interested to enjoy them with us.
Don’t be afraid to come just because you don’t know
how to handlea camera. If this is your first year, come
and get acquainted; if it is not, come anyway. T[ro-
fessor Kirtland and Edward Long will be glad
to answer any questions about the club, or, if you do
not see them, come on Monday afternoon to room IT1.
Senior Notes
Have you seen the grave-faced Seniors
Climbing to the High School floor?
Have you seen them hustling youngsters
Through a class room door?
Have you met one by your locker
And been promptly buttonholed
While to your unwilling ear
A lengthy tale of woe is told?
What hath caused this troubled spirit?
Why the frown, the weary sigh?
Bless you, they are practice teachers,
That’s the reason why!
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Junior Notes
The Junior Class held its first meeting Tuesday,
September 29, 1914. Arrangements were made for
the annual Junior frolic to be held October 23. A
committee was appointed to draw up resolutions ex-
pressing the sorrow of the class for the loss of four
members during the past summer, Russel Henry, Violet
Ballard, Ethel Browning and Agnes Nial.
It was decided that the following memorial be pub-
lished in THE Ecuo, and a copy of THE Ecno be sent
to each of the bereaved families.
As our Class of 1916 entered the State College for
Teachers two years ago, there were of our number
four young people who are not with us to-day. These
four members had the same boundless enthusiasm, the
same determination to realize the ideal of our class.
They had felt the desire for a widening out of their
narrow world. They saw visions and dreamed dreams
of the future; and as their work progressed they felt
a new power surging within them.
Yet the goal was not to be reached in this life. In
the early summer of this year our classmates, Russel
Henry, Violet Ballard, Ethel Browning and Agnes
Nial passed away from earth. The dreams, the
visions, the seeking were to be realized and rewarded
in the land beyond our sight.
We cannot forget our loss, and the loss of those
to whom these four lives were especially dear, so we,
as a class, extend to the parents and the friends of
these young people our deepest and most heartfelt
sympathy.
Jessie F. DunsEITH.
Extra N. Hoppe.
Harriett TEDFORR
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Delta Omega
Helen Odell, ’13, is staying at the Delta House and
is taking up some work at college.
Dr. Richardson spoke to the Delta girls at their
house on the afternoon of Thursday, October 1, 1914,
Helen Rosebrook, ’17, spent the first week-end of
October at her home in Hoosick Falls, New York.
Marion Wheeler, ’14, and Jennie Davis, ’14, who
are now teaching in Northville, N. Y., came to the
Delta House to spend Columbus Day.
Ethel Secor, ’13, has accepted a position in the Edu-
cational Department of this city.
Marion Blodgett, ’17, went to her home in Newburgh
for the week-end of October 19th.
Katharine Odell, ’16, has entirely recovered from
her illness of last spring and is at college renewing
her studies.
Frances Burlingame, ’14, is back at callege taking
up some courses of study.
Hildred Griffin, ’17, was confined to the house the
last week of September with a severe cold.
Mildred Fleming, ’16, Edith Rose, ’17, Bertha Reedy,
17, stayed in Albany at the house for the Y. W. C. A.
reception on Friday evening, September 25.
Eta Phi
The Eta Phi girls, with a number of Freshmen,
enjoyed a delightful picnic at the Normanskill on
Saturday, October 3rd.
We are glad to have with us again several of the
girls who spent ten days at their homes in quarantine.
It was a great pleasure and delight to the Sorority
to entertain at the house for the week-end, Jennette
Campbell, ’14, who is teaching in the Katonah High
School.
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Kappa Delta
The girls are glad to welcome Helen Denny, ’15,
Kathrene Ensign, ’16, Marguerite Stewart, ’17, and
Ruth Moseley, ’17, to the house this year.
Elizabeth Skinner, ’17, entered Wellesley College
as a Sophomore in September.
Marguerite Stewart motored home for the week-end
of September 26.
The Great Country Fair was in full swing at the
house on Yates street Friday evening, October 2.
Many freshmen enjoyed the wonderful exhibits.
We are glad to have Marguerite Alberts, ’17, with
us again this year.
Constance N. Ratliffe, of Willette, Pa., who spent
many weeks at the flat last winter, died suddenly this
summer of an acute attack of trapitis.
Barbara Pratt, Kathrene Ensign, Marguerite Stew-
art and Ruth Moseley spent the week-end of October
3 at their respective homes.
Burglars entered the flat during the summer and
carried off a priceless topaz clock.
Bessie Baremore has been elected marshal of Kappa
Delta to succeed Elizabeth Skinner.
Psi Gamma
On October 2nd Psi Gamma entertained at cards.
A number of friends and alumni enjoyed the evening
at the Sorority house.
At the last regular meeting in September Psi Gamma
was pleased to welcome into membership Miss Mar-
garet Christ.
Miss Hattie Ogle has returned to college and is
entered in the Sophomore Class.
Miss Francis Wood spent the week-end of October
ist at the Sorority house.
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Ethel Reynolds, Marion Chapman, Clara Anderson,
Lucille Hale and Helen Greene are again in college
after a week’s absence, because of exposure to scarlet
fever.
Kappa Nu
With the consent of Dean Blue, the organization
formerly known as the Newman Club wishes to an-
nounce that it has been reorganized into Kappa Nu
Sorority. Mrs. Mooney was unanimously elected as
honorary member and Professor Mahar as Faculty
member. Kappa Nu has already begun regular Soror-
ity operations, and has plans for many social functions
well under way.
The loss of Mrs. Mooney’s daily presence among
us is a matter of deep regret to the members of Kappa
Nu. However, we rejoice to state that she will re-
main with us as honorary member of the Sorority.
For many years she has guided us by her wise advice,
and now she has not failed to rise to this new oppor-
tunity of directing us along new lines.
Miss Celia Casey, ’16, spent a week-end during the
month at her home, Schaghticoke, N. Y.
Miss Helena Laventure, ’17, spent the week-end of
September 18th at Burden Lake.
Miss Isabella Devine, ’15, motored to Pittsfield,
Mass., and remained there for several days during
the past month.
To the Freshmen Kappa Nu extends a most hearty
welcome and hopes that they will soon know and love
our Alma Mater.
A theatre party was given Saturday, October 3rd, by
the members of Kappa Nu.
Miss Marion McCarthy, ’15, and Louise Carmody,
"15, spent the last week-end in September at their
respective homes in Glens Falls, N. Y.
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Athletic Department
The prospects for a splendid college basket bali
team were never brighter. Much new and experienced
material has been added since the opening of college.
and at Captain Curtis’ call a goodly number are ex-
pected to report. The schedule promises to be an
ambitious one, and all are urged to make the team a
success.
The men’s tennis tournament promises to be a pretty
battle. Some excellent players are among the con-
testants.
Loox, YE MaraTHONERS!!
Coach Swaim announces an inter-class cross-country
run to be held late in October. We need a good col-
lege relay team, and can see you at your best in an
event such as this. Don’t be backward in coming
forward.
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The possibility of a football team was mentioned
earlier in the year. Coach Swaim wisely realized that
even with excellent material we couldn’t get into form
with so short a period of practice.
The Girls’ Athletic Association has elected the fol-
lowing officers for the year 1914-15.
PRESEN Gainey te oy sos ee Margaret Hays
UWNCOmPTESGENE os i atone tn oy Helen Loveless
SEC ELD Y a ieyernl oteNok holtan, cine Sibyl Wager
DPOCASUNET ici. Sea ee ene Emma Grey
It has been suggested that this season the girls play
their basket ball games as preliminaries to the men’s
games. This seems an excellent idea, for it would
arouse more interest and thus gain better support for
all teams. Last year neither the men’s nor girls’ games
were as well attended as they should have been, and
anything which promises to give the teams the support
they deserve is certainly worth trying.
Special Notice— Tf you get a chance to help the
Athletic Association, do so, for it is all in a good
cause.
Alumni Department
Mr. Martin M. Todd, ’79, of Dobbs Ferry, N. Y.,
was visiting the college Thursday and Friday, October
ist and 2nd.
Miss Edith Casey, 14, is teaching in the Roxbury
High School, Roxbury, N. Y.
Miss Abby Franklin, ’14, has a position at Waterford,
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Miss Amy Wood, 713, is now teaching in Niagara
Falls High School.
Miss Emily Hoag, who took graduate work here last
year, has accepted a position in a boarding school at
Asheville, N. C.
Miss Ruth Jacobs, ’12, was visiting friends in col-
lege on Thursday, October 1, 1914.
Mrs. Gerald S. Pratt, née Rachel Griswold, ’14, is
living in Spring Valley, where Mr. Pratt is vice-
principal in the High School.
re]
Tue Ecuo wishes to acknowledge the following
exchanges: The Ridge, William Smith College, for
June; The Cue, Albany Academy, for June; The West-
minster Holcad supplement; El Monitor de la Edu-
cacion Comin, for May, June, July; and The Vassar
Miscellany, Vassar College, for June.
College has just opened, and it seems as if we ought
to do all in our power to help make our magazines bet-
ter than they have ever been before. Indeed, there are
a great many improvements needed.
“A Poet’s Word on a Vexed Question ” in the June
issue of The Ridge is a splendid essay, showing a thor-
ough knowledge and a deep appreciation of Browning’s
works. But the stories and sketches are for the most
part only fair. The whole appearance of the magazine
might be improved by a few cuts and a few jokes.
The Cue is a splendid magazine. The Literary De-
partment is good, but it might be enlarged upon a
little. The cuts are excellent, the departments are well
filled and arranged, and the jokes are real.
The Vassar Miscellany is by far our best exchange.
The literary material is splendid and worth while, and
the departments are especially well arranged.
Joke Department
“ Did you see the ball game Saturday? ”
“No, I had my girl with me.”
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Why, of Course
Prof. W.— “ Here we have a bacterial growth, found
in potted ham. How would you classify it?”
Stude — “ Incandescent.”
Stude — “ May I borrow your gray necktie?”
His Roommate — “ Sure, but why all this formality
of asking permission?”
Stude — “I can’t find it.”
Most of us would like to work about as hard as
the sun dial on a rainy day.
“ Father, when I graduate I am going to follow my
literary bent and write for money.”
Father — “ Humph! My son, you ought to be suc-
cessful ; that’s all you’ve done the years you’ve been at
college.”
Racial
Stude (reciting in math.) —‘‘ Now, the angle
K. C——”
Second Stude (interrupting) — “Casey isn’t an
angle; he’s an Irishman.”
“What did the sororities give the seranaders? ”
“Gamma Phi know.”
Prof.— “ Mr. Blank, did you study your lesson?”
Mr. Blank — “T looked over it.”
Prof.— “ You mean you overlooked it.”
Change in the pocket is worth two in the weather,
n’est ce pas?
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2
Prof. B. (in Chem. 5) — ‘‘ What is the first organ
of the digestive system?”
4 Brilliant Soph — ‘‘ Mouth organ.”
From Cookery Laboratory
The proof of the pudding is the quantity left over.
Definitions
Freshman — A green creature; a cause of apology;
a person of distrust; one who takes the elevator.
Sophomore — A distressing malady, contracted dur-
ing infancy and attended by growing pains in the
knees, head and other joints of the body.
Junior — A human being; one who looks back with
no regrets and forward with tremors.
Senior — A state of mind; a dreadful spectacle.
The accumulation of years.
Little Willie,
Pair of skates,
Hole in ice,
Golden Gates.— Ex.
Freshie — “ Whew! this Latin book smells fierce.”
Another — “‘ Well, it’s a dead language.”
From the barnyard came the maid
With milk pail in her hand;
The Fresh young boarder from N. Y.
Beside her took his stand.
“ How is the milk maid?” queried he,
The young girl knit her brow,
“You poor old boob, the milk ain’t made,
We get it from the cow.”— Ex.
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A watch may have no gender,
But you really can’t efface
The fact that nearly always
There’s a woman in the case.
As the Freshman sees it:
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are;
Up above the world so high
Like a diamond in the sky.
As the Senior knows it:
Scintillate, scintillate, luminous constellation,
Interrogatively and admiringly I question your
constituent elements ;
In your prodigious altitude above the terrestrial
sphere,
Similar to a carbonaceous ismobic suspended in
the celestial firmament.— Ex.
Boarding-house Term
Nova vestigia pruna.
Fresh traces of prunes.— Ex.
Junior — “I strained my eyes.”
Freshie (innocently) — “ How?”
Junior — “ Looking through a sieve.”— Ex.
Never Again
‘Are you the same man who ate my mince pie last
week?”
“No, mum. I’ll never be th’ same man again!”
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Untimely
Cohen (entering delicatessen store) —‘‘ Gif me
some of that salmon.”
Prop.— ‘“‘ That’s not salmon, that’s ham.”
“Vell, who asked you what it was?”
Explained
Mistress — ‘‘Are you married?”
Applicant — “‘ No’m. I bumped into a door!”
“You can lead a horse to water,
But you can’t make him drink.
You can ride a Litin pony,
But you can’t make him think.” — Ex.
Freshman — Emerald.
Sohpomore — Moonstone.
Junior — Soapstone.
Senior — Grindstone.
Post-Graduate — Tombstone.— Ex.
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Index to Advertisers
Booxs :
American Book Co., too Washington Square, New
York.
Kimball Bros., 618 Broadway.
CLOTHING:
Steefel Bros., 78-82 State Street.
CONFECTIONERY :
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—MENS:
Dawson’s, 259 Central Avenue.
FuRNISHINGS—WOMENS:
A. L. Crowley & Co., 211 Central Avenue.
GIFTs:
The Sign of the Blue Bird, 29 Steuben Street.
GROCERIES :
J. Barbagallo, 466 Washington Avenue.
Charles H. Sparks, 152 Western Avenue.
JEWELRY:
H. W. Anteman, 23 James Street.
Otto R. Mende, Central Avenue near Robin Street.
LAUNDRY:
Waterville Laundry Co., 289 Central Avenue.
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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:
Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute, Troy.
ScHoo. SUPPLIES:
Abram De Blaey, 422-424 Broadway.
SHOE REPAIRING:
J. Barbagallo, 464 Washington Avenue.
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The 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 Ble Bird
GIFT SHOP
The partnership of Tibbetts & Hart having been dis-
solved, the business will be continued by Miss Tibbetts.
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
Your Jewelry Repaired and Made to look like New
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 Pd 3s
F. E. COLWELL & CO.
459 Broadway ALBANY, N. Y_
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NO ORDER TOO SMALL FOR :
OUR BEST ATTENTION Books and Stationery
A FULL LINE OF NEW BOOKS
Haze Itine’s FOR THE HOLIDAYS
Slomer Shop (eal
Tel. West 1462
KIMBALL BROS.
B32 CENTRAL AVENUE 618 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—It
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 Pipe ALBANY, N. Y.
ABRAM De BLAEY
All Recessarp School Supplies
Simplex Note Books, Paper to fit in all ruling Popular Numbers
3804 and 3806
422 & 424 BROADWAY, - - - ALBANY, N.Y.
Second door below State Street
-—KODAKS..
W. C. CARLAND CO. 31 Maiden Lane
All requisites for Kodak and Camera
We have the New Autographic Kodaks in stock.
Date and title your negatives permanently when you
make them.
Members of the Camera Club are cordially invited to
come in and let us show you how simple this photographic
device is.
SPECIAL INDUCEMENTS TO STUDENTS
Business Womans’ Luncheon Business Womans’ Supper
11:30 A.M to 2 P.M. 5:30 to 7 P.M.
25 cents Phone Main 832 25 cents
Che White Bintie Tea Rooms.
61 COLUMBIA STREET, Upstairs
OPPOSITE HOTELKENMQRE
We make a specialty of serving private parties, banquets, etc.
Tables Reserved by Phone
WHITTLE & RIGGS
. Hlorists..
ALBANY, Ee a NEW YORK
ELECTRIC EQUIPMENT
Neat, Clean, Sanitary
VISITORS WELCOME
A Modern Family Laundry
For you
WATERVILLE LAUNDRY
829 Central Ave. Telephone West 1207
-DAWSON’S..
Mlen’s Furnishers
Keep Warm by Wearing One of Our
*Profile’’ Mackinaws
NEWEST MODELS IN SWEATERS
Arrow Collars and Shirts
289 Central Ave., ALBANY, N. Y.
Charles H. Sparks
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152 Western Avenue
PHONE CONNECTION
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 2 ALBANY, N. Y.
American Price, Service
Book Company (and Quality Printers
Publishers of the leading
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