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LITERARY DEPARTMENT
The Opera House a \ Kolin Hagar,
At the Sign of the Question Point,
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“The Echo Box”
The Conquest of Mr. Andrews,
Agnes Futterer,
Stefan ¢ Fi i : . Francis Smith, ”
The Ruse That Failed
Mine Own People . : . Pearl Lukens,
Epiror1aL DEPARTMENT
Thanksgiving—Then and Now
The Echo Play
News DeparTMENT
ALUMNI DEPARTMENT
EXcHANGE DEPARTMENT . . . : . .
Grace Mathews, ’”
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VoL. XXIII NOVEMBER, 1913 No. 3
Literary Bepartiunent
The Opera House
HE great opera house looks cold and colorless.
© The dim, forlorn light which penetrates through
the few openings from the outer world seems
to add a dreary chill to the place. Here and there
vague shadows skulk among the dark rows of seats.
The stage looms up gaunt, desolate and bare, save for
the fragments of a prison scene scattered about.
Like the forest stripped of its beautiful colors, so
is the opera house bereft of its branching lights. The
boxes stare vacantly in grim, monotonous row. The
gaping tiers of empty orchestra stalls have an air of
melancholy. Scrub women toil among the boxes, and
occasionally peer over the rails and look with dull
curiosity in their eyes at the moving shades in the
pit below. No streaks of light mark the entrances,
nothing but a solid shadow pervades the back of the
house. Scattered about in the orchestra are members
of the company, conversing in subdued whispers which
are carried like the voices of ghosts concealed in the
lurking shadows.
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How changed in a few hours! Thousands of lights
leap everywhere, the ceiling breaking out in a perfect
fountain of brilliance. Now the balconies stand out
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clearly and beautifully, the tiers of seats, the aisles,
all are quite distinct. For truly everything should
surpass itself on this gala night, when the greatest
of all casts is to present ‘‘ Madame Butterfly,” that
most heart-rending of operas. The brilliance of the
audience is such as only New York can reveal. Beau-
tiful women handsomely gowned, men immaculately
garbed in evening dress, among them not a few noble-
men and their ladies. Down through the aisles, now
crowded, they stream, led by hurrying ushers. The
lower circle of boxes becomes animated. What wealth
is here, in this circle, so aptly termed the ‘“ Golden
Horseshoe.” Some are real lovers of art, but all who
sit away up in the topmost gallery are genuine in
their interest. It is there that the first applause bursts
forth when the artistic is felt, yes, and there that it
comes most surely from the hearts.
The house is packed. The glitter of jewels caught
in the reflection of other lights, sends scintillating cas-
cades of various colors. The eye is caught and daz-
zled by the lustre of priceless ornaments. The low
hum of conversation suddenly ends with the appear-
ance of the conductor and the brief introduction floats
up from the invisible orchestra. Suddenly the curtain
rises and with it a subdued gasp of admiration for
the Japanese scene.
No need to explain in detail that portrayal of the
suffering of Madame Butterfly as she waits long and
patiently for the promised return of her American
husband. Finally the last scene is revealed; she has
waited all night, having seen his battleship in the har-
bor. Now it is morning, and, still hopeful, she pre-
pares herself and child to meet him. He comes — but
with an American wife. The music, embodying all
the emotion of these events, sweeps and carries the
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breathless audience with it. Even the habitually unin-
terested money king leans forward with real concern;
the entire gathering, with rapt attention, drinks in the
wonders of the work. Oh! that poignant grief, that
keen pain of the Japanese girl, at the sight of her
American rival! How the composer breathes it from
the strings, moans it from the woodwinds! Here
is true art; for the moment all feel its divine touch
in a vital way. How beautiful— and yet how brief!
Pinkerton bursts in after little Butterfly has stabbed
herself, voicing remorse at this tragedy of his own
causing. The audience, now unable to restrain any
longer its pent-up feelings, bursts out in mingled ap-
plause and weeping. The house is hysterical. Grand
ladies, usually calm, weep like children, even the men
are suspiciously silent. In the gallery it is as if a
mob of maniacs filled the place. They shout, they cry,
they wring their hands like deranged people.
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And now it is over. The last bow has been made,
the last applause and cheering has been stilled, and,
with its beauties still thrilling through every nerve,
they have gone. Once more the opera house is in
darkness, and the tragedy but a memory — a memory
of the art and genius which for a few hours had lived
within that place and given it a moment of intense life.
Korin Hacar, 717.
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At the Sign of the Question Point
Dwellers at The Sign of the Question Point.
Mieustard (Phe SOulvon) 8 ory veiee cette ts eter el
Has majored in Latin and Greek
QMO AIMS awe cet a aparele cis rele Specializes in Ignorance
Brass Paeksiu sass Senior in Household Economics
INigenianiyarve sisi Active Member of Sociology Class
H,O.Dealer in Test Tubes and Mathematical Formule
Miss Wordsworth...... English Department Satellite
Te Ee eae e eeiasoes Life Member of Normal College
EMTS MI eGam Oo Ue t. cedle eet crite ne Former Graduate
MGA Ue time repe tae s/atalinaenel en abehs aie atetinas Has Passed German
meats a The Philosopher
UES ea eee Na alleris ara ale) sin syapereaeee A Freshman
“Will you please see if you can get it for me at the
ten-cent store?”
“Get what?” inquired Brass Tacks, patiently, as
she sewed up the rip in her glove, preparatory to go-
ing down town.
“A tape-measure.”
“By the great horn spoon, Heraclita! What do
you want with a tape-measure? Do you want one
with a one at both ends? I didn’t know you took
sewing.”
Heraclita lifted her nose from “A Variety of Re-
ligious Experiences.” “Who said sewing? I want
to measure the soul. Now, Dr. Painter says ae
“What!” and Miss Wordsworth broke loose, shak-
ing “ Vanity Fair’ vigorously in the Philosopher’s
face. ‘Do you dare say you can measure so sublime a
thing as the soul? Did you ever see a soul?”
“Now, what?” This was Fuzzy’s plaintive voice.
“Now, whatever does that man mean when he says
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we can’t see a person — we can’t see him? Now, what
does that stuff mean? I always thought I could see
people.”
“Little flower in the crannied wall,’ began Miss
Wordsworth, but the Ignoramus interrupted her.
“ Didn’t you see the Soul of Sugar the other night?
Haven’t we got the Soul of Mustard with us?” The
Ignoramus never does anything but ask questions.
“ But I don’t see,” said Fuzzy, stamping her foot.
“Let me try,” said the Pedagogue, adjusting her
spectacles. ‘“‘ Now, did you ever see the thing that
makes the brown seed come to life?”
“ Hum,” mused the Life Member. ‘ That’s the in-
ductive method, if I remember correctly. From the
known to the unknown. You’re not up to the times,
my dear. That’s not been in vogue since we moved
into the new building. One never speaks of it now.”
“Huh!” sniffed the Pedagogue. “ Very presently
you'll be telling me there is no such thing as the divine
afflatus, or the last analysis, or a tip-top man, or a
sight sensation, or a subjunctive mood, or a Zs
“Just so, Rip Van Winkle, just so,” interrupted the
Soul of Mustard. “ Have you read ‘ The Inside of
the Cup?’— No? Then you have a great pleasure in
store for you.”
“That book,” commented the English exponent, eye-
ing Fuzzy savagely, ‘“‘ teaches that the world is to be
saved only by the force of personality.”
“Yes, but what a mutt he was to preach a sermon
while he was getting engaged,” grumbled the Fresh-
man, indignantly, squirming under Miss Words-
worth’s fixed gaze.
“Why bother our heads about the infinite, the soul,
and all such nonsense?” thrust in H,O at this point,
bringing the odor of a drug store into the room with
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her. ‘You can read the secrets of the universe
through mathematics! Things must be exact.”
“Yes, take the Jukes family,” supplemented
Eugenia. ‘“ Now, there’s system for you.”
Brass Tacks was putting on her O K’ed hat and had
hatpins in her mouth, but she spluttered, “‘ Feed the
Jukes on good, nourishing food — teach them how to
cook — and they’ll be as good citizens as the Jona-
than Edwards. Does anyone else want anything down
town?”
“Would you mind stopping in at the Equal Suffrage
Club and getting me the latest pamphlets?” begged
Fraulein, earnestly.
“Fraulein! Whatever? Was ist mit Ihnen? Bitte.
Fraulein?” And here Brass Tacks stopped, for she
knows no more German.
“T am driven to it,” sighed Fraulein. “ So geht es
mit Einem. One must do something to strengthen
one’s moral fibre if one is to major in German.”
“T must get indignant over something, and it may
as well be that as anything! Goethe does get on my
nerves so!”
“Very well, I’ll stop for it,” agreed Brass Tacks.
“T was going down to get a buckram lining for a
hat, and a paper of B. B. pins, and a package of
cornstarch, and a yard of green denim, and a pair of
embroidery scissors, and a baking tin, and a ‘ Modern
Priscilla,’ and. a
“For evermore!” wailed Eugenia, pushing Brass
Tacks bodily out of the room. ‘It’s good for society
that all members of Household Economics do not hold
audible conversations with themselves.”
“ Great wits to madness sure are near allied,” quoted
Miss Wordsworth in the pause that followed.
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Then with her usual irrelevance, the Ignoramus
explosively inquired, “ Will anyone tell me what is
meant by college spirit?”
“Support THE Ecuo,” was the Pedagogue’s quick
reply.
“ Don’t get in wrong with the Faculty,” was Fuzzy’s
solution.
“Learn the rudiments of the proprieties of social
conduct,” snapped Mustard.
“ The feeling of good will towards men,” Heraclita
announced.
“Men! Would that we had a man apiece!” put
in the Life Member. ‘‘ You might better say the
college spirit is ‘Get more men.’”
“To my mind, it’s ‘ Follow the Gleam,’ ” said Miss
Wordsworth, soberly, after the laughter had subsided.
“I knew you'd say that,” scoffed H,O. “And how
often have I proved to you there’s no such thing as a
Gleam shooting around in the ether. All the world’s
forces may be resolved into elements and all these
elements into mathematical equations. College spirit
consists in making more equations.”
“Tm not quite sure I agree with you, HO,” re-
flected Eugenia. “ The college spirit may be said to
correspond to the public conscience. Very likely
you'll find it in the College Club, putting votes
into the new question-box on ‘Is Sulzer Guilty or
not Guilty?’ ”
“Or down at the lunch counter making jam sand-
wiches,”’ said Fraulein, with a reminiscent groan.
“Yes,” Eugenia confirmed, “that’s Brass Tacks’
idea of college spirit. ‘Strong mind in a strong body.’
But what do you think, my dear?” she finished, think-
ing that for once she had the Ignoramus nicely cor-
nered.
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But the Ignoramus still squirmed. ‘“ Did it ever
occur to you,” she at length asked, “ that there might
be a College Blue Bird?”
“Tf there is, then I’m Milk, and I’m going to turn,”
remarked H,O decisively. ‘‘ The Ignoramus drives
me nearly crazy with all her wild speculations about
perfectly impossible things. The very next thing, she’ll
ask, ‘Are we Free Agents?’ and that’s a through train,
and I don’t intend to get on!.”
“You're mistaken in your apperceptive basis,” cor-
rected the Pedagogue with precision. “ You’re water,
not milk.”
“There’s no such thing as an apperceptive basis,”
amended the Life Member in her turn. ‘‘ We speak
now of traits of heredity and environment.”
“ Deliver me!” cried the Pedogogue. ‘What was
the use of my coming to coliege at all, before, if I
have to learn everything over again? Can it be that
after all these years, college spirit does not mean
‘Support Tue Ecuo, but instead ‘You must
grow?’”
“What do you feel like while you are growing?”
asked Fuzzy, wrinkling her nose with curiosity.
“T feel like an oyster outgrowing sixteen shells a
week,— I feel like a backwoods farm turned into a
nursery plant in a month,—TI feel like a crocheted cap
made for an infant and stretched to fit a giant,—I
feel like an old-fashioned teacher come back to a
new-fashioned college.”
“Poor Peddy, poor Peddy! I’m afraid you’re in for
getting your neck broken,” chaffed Heraclita.
“T know I am,” and Peddy was so emphatic that she
all but threw her spectacles in the waste paper basket.
“What will I do — what will I do about it? I can’t
back out now.”
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“ Oh, never mind,” said Eugenia, definitely, ‘‘ they’ll
fix you.”
“They — who?” mazed Peddy.
“Oh, they — it —the college spirit.”
“And starve you to death in the meantime, I’ll be
bound.” This was the brisk, out-of-door voice of
Brass Tacks, coming in on the company groping in
the twilight over twilight questions.
“Where is the committee on dietetics this week?
Where is the supper? And the Household Decoration
hasn’t lit the lamp. College spirit, did you say? Col-
lege spirit means ‘Get busy!’ ”
And after that there was the sound of the clashing
of many cups and saucers at “ The Sign of the Ques-
tion Point.”
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The Conquest of Mr. Andrews
The bus stopped before the hotel veranda. Breath-
less anticipation might have been observed on the
countenance of anyone of twelve young ladies. They
were about to behold for the first time the much-read-
about, much-talked-about Mr. Andrews, mining en-
gineer, author, poet—-and young man. The door
opened. . . . A great, lanky, khaki-clad figure with
cowhide boots reaching to the knees, with crops of red
hair sprouting out in spots from under a broad-
brimmed sombrero — carrying on his back a knapsack,
which screamed “ Fish” before it was seen, grinned
his way into the company.
The mammas, ever on ‘the look-out for eligible
young men, seemed suddenly to scent an offensive
odor on the breeze; the daughters turned their backs,
and, alone, but undaunted, the ‘‘ Hero” entered the
hotel.
At seven o’clock that evening the doors of the din-
ing hall opened on a goodly sight. Twelve befluffed
and beflounced young ladies sat in one corner vying
with each other in hurling abusive epithets at the un-
conscious “ poet man.” A dark shadow appeared in
the doorway — larger than any previous dark shadow.
A minute later “he” was walking down the dining
hall.
His entrance surprised a confusion of “Ohs” out
of a group of confused young ladies. Yes, it was
Mr. Andrews, but Mr. Andrews in his ‘ Sunday-go-
to-meetings.”” He no longer grinned —but smiled.
His hair had been spanked into submission. His face
glowed in its new-found cleanliness. He was every-
thing that could have been desired — by these twelve
young ladies.
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Twenty minutes were sufficient to gain an introduc-
tion, and now a process of charming the “ unique ”
prize was under way.
“O, Mr. Andrews, you are coming to the dance to-
night, aren’t you?’”’ offered Miss Billington, one of
the previous season’s society buds.
“Dance, to-night! You don’t say — well, I'll be
pleased to come, I assure you.”
“Don’t you adore dancing? I think it is so poetic,”
came from another irrepressible charmer.
“ Oh — wonderfully. Just splendid.”
“ And we’re going to have a moon to-night. Such
inspiration — don’t you think so, Mr. Andrews?”
“Marvelous — just marvelous!”
Mr. Andrews’ adjectives were giving out. At
length, with a hazy smile, he broke away.
“Uh —you see — uh —I—uh—my trunk, you
see, I’m packing and—— ”
“Oh, we understand. Run right along now. We'll
see you to-night?”
“ Oh — uh — yes!”
And with this elevating response Mr. Andrews, con-
scious of the scrutiny of all eyes, prepared for a hasty
but dignified exit. But— his feet and the chairs be-
came hopelessly enamored, the way stretched out in
an endless maze, and when — at length — he reached
the door his relief was as unbounded as his “ stunts”
had been wonderful.
The dance was in full swing when a group of
anxious “ daughters ”’ left the hall.
“The whole amount of it is, you didn’t tell him
where the hall was,” said one.
“Well, he could find out that, I guess, if he’d been
dying to come.”
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“He may be a little timid,’ was another solution.
“Tl tell you what —lets three of us go and find
him.”
This seemed to be the most plausible way out, and
so three of the company left in search of the missing
“He.” First, the hotel was thoroughly explored. He
was not to be found. Then slowly the undaunted
three marched out to the road. It was brightened by
the moonlight, but the bushes at the side cast horrible
shadows over their path. Their hearts were thump-
ing with the excitement of the search. At the slight-
est stir among the leaves they stopped, quaking in-
wardly.
Suddenly a throaty, half-strangled “Oh” escaped
one of them. At the same time she pointed to a spot
near a tree. Something was moving there — some-
thing large and spready. Three shrieks cut the air.
On the instant, part of the thing unfolded. It had
arms —and red hair. In one hand it held a can, in
the other something that moved—that squirmed.
Now the thing spoke.
“T—TI beg your pardon! Uh—really now, I—I
didn’t mean to startle you. I’m deucedly sorry, you
know.”
By this time the ladies had recovered sufficiently
to realize that this part of the thing was Mr. Andrews.
“But why didn’t you come to the dance,’
Miss Billington, seizing her opportunity.
>
exclaimed
“Great guns—the dance! I—IW— why, you see,
I forgot it. Uh— uh—I’m going fishing to-morrow,
and I — well, I needed some bait, and I came out
here — uh, you know I wouldn’t have missed it for
anything — why.”
“Yes — well, aren’t you coming now?”
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“Sure, just as soon as I get a few more night-
crawlers.”
Imagine his dismay when the three ladies, with
scornful looks, turned and left him. Words floated
back to him, He made out of the jumble a few
phrases.
eoBrute lic
“ Uncivilized hayseed!”’
“Let him talk to his old bugs.”
Forthwith Mr. Andrews gave vent to his feelings.
“ Never knew a girl yet with any sense in her head!
Dance, dance, dance — that’s all they can think of.
It’s enough to give you a pain in the neck!”
“Yis, sir!” peeped a wee little voice out of the
“ other part of the thing.”
“You little son of a gun, I thought you’d gone! ”
Nas Siri?
“Well, go on, then.”
“Yis, sir; but I’m waitin’ for me pay.”
“What pay, you little shrimp?”
“Twenty-nine worms, sir; an’ eighteen and a half
night-crawlers — half a cent a worm, sir, penny a
night-crawler.”
“ Here — now scoot.”
~ Vis, ’sir; shall 1 keep the change, sire”
Ni NEG exo) tosal
“Yis, sir; thank ye, sir.”
And the little nine-year-old, grinning all over, stuck
the fifty-cent piece in his mouth and “ scooted.”’
Mr. Andrews now deposited the worm — still
wriggling — with its brethren, rolled his handkerchief
around the can, and placed the whole in his pocket —
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the pocket of his ‘‘ Sunday-go-to-meetings.” His
thoughts were elsewhere, however, and as he glanced
in the direction of the disappearing three, he shamed
the little night-peepers into silence with the words:
“The devil with their dance, I’m goin’ for a walk!”
And, with a breath of relief Mr. Andrews and his
worms started down the road.
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Morning, gray and misty, crept over the sleepy
world. As the hotel clock struck five, a man — un-
doubtedly fishward bent — stepped stealthily out on
the hotel porch. He looked about him, slowly straight-
ened up, scanned the cloud-laden sky, and grinned a
satisfied grin. Yes, it was real fish weather.
Fifteen minutes later he was still grinning, as, stand-
ing in the middle of a sparkling stream, he lured a
“ juicy ” trout to its doom.
Time passed by—hours of silent rapture. At
length, placing his tackle carefully on the ground, he
threw himself beside it with a chuckle of satisfaction.
“Ye Gods, what a day for fish — and I —I fooled
7em. Gee, what an escape! Somehow I never could
appreciate feminine charms.”
And his chuckle deepened into a laugh —a laugh
that rang through the miniature woods behind him.
Just then a crackle sounded in the woods. Not one
crackle — no — someone was coming through! Mr.
Andrews gave a quick, panicky look behind him. He
had visions of a group of Fluffy Ruffles with out-
stretched arms. But, when he saw what was there,
he fairly shrieked:
“You little beauty! Where did you hail from?”
A golden-curled Miss of three stood before him —
self-possessed and inquisitive.
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“What you doin’? ”
“Me? Fishing. How did you get here? Uh, are
you alone?” he added, suspiciously.
“I’m goin’ ta ‘ fishing,’ too.” And his eyes opened
wide and his mouth fell as he saw one of his precious
reels splashing and gurgling among the fish family.
“Oh, here now — you mustn’t do that, you know —
Why — here, give me that!”
For she was preparing to go through a like pro-
cedure with the worms.
“Tan me have that?” she pointed at his rod — the
last straw.
(Nol) You can't havei/thatl |) You're a ibad igitl,
you’ve spoiled my reel. You’ve —”
“Oh, Oh, no! Me isn’t a bad girl, no! I don’ like
you. I want my moth-er — Take me to my moth-er.”
“Yes, yes — just wait a few minutes.”
“No—now! I want to go wight away quick! I’m
losted!”
“Can't I fish just a couple minutes more?”
“Oh —I want t’ go home. I want my moth-ther!”
Sadly Mr. Andrews waded through the creek,
brought up his reel from its watery grave, gathered
together his tackle, and turned toward her.
“Now where d’ you live?” The big blue eyes
looked blank amazement.
“Don’t you know where you live!” The fisherman
was getting excited.
“Tt’s a big house, over there.” She pointed in a
vague manner at the nearest tree.
“Uh—do you live with a whole lot of other
people? ”
“Yes —O, yes — and we eats in a big woom wif
music.”
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And as, with a sigh of relief, Mr. Andrews grasped
her tiny hand, she said softly —
“Me love you. Me’ll kiss you, big man.”
And stooping down with red face and shining eyes
he received his first kiss from a lady.
“ Gee — you’re worth a month’s fishing!” and in
a lower tone he added “Now if you were grown
up, maybe — !”
And Mr. Andrews grinned.
AGNES E, FUTTERER, 716.
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Stefan
Stefan lay shivering in the trenches listening to the
bullets that whined and whistled over, and to the
shells that burst on either side of that narrow ditch.
All day long he and his comrades had lain thus, while
slowly that horrible fear had grown upon him. To
his left —he moved shuddering to the right as he
thought of it — lay Ivan — Ivan who had played with
him in boyhood, who had emigrated to America with
him, who had been his partner in the little bootblack
shop in free New York, who had returned with him
at the call of the Fatherland, and who had been in
the path of one of the few Turkish shells to reach its
goal. Could he ever forget that bursting shell, that
last cry, “‘ Stefan,” of his friend; and that bloody
bundle lying close to him, but at which he feared to
look? He closed his eyes and covered his ears invol-
untarily at the recollection, but opened them quickly,
lest death should catch him unawares.
Suddenly the man at his right, worn out by the
weary waiting, sprang to his feet and, unheeding the
frantic commands of his officers, emptied the maga-
zine of his rifle toward the Turkish trenches. Stefan
reached for his own rifle and was scrambling to his
knees when the man, lurching forward, fell and lay
still half out of the trench with a red stream flowing
from his forehead. Stefan sank back almost uncon-
scious from fear. Dimly he heard the bursting shells
and the dull knock of the bullets as they struck the
trees in the wood at his rear. Early in the day he
had furtively looked over this wood as a means of
escape, but the sound of trees falling before those
deadly shells had deterred him. Then, as in a dream,
he seemed to hear again the voice of his friend, Ivan,
calling him.
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“Stefan,” said the voice, “what do you fear?
Because I have died, why do you fear that you may
be called to die also? Is life more dear to you than
it was to me or to any of our countrymen who have
fallen? But, Stefan, if a life of shame is better to
you than the death of a man, follow me.”
Stefan seemed to see the form of his friend glide
along the trench to the dry bed of a stream, which
Stefan now remembered led to the rear. Then the
form vanished. Stefan came to himself and looked
around. Yes, there was the dry watercourse leading
to the rear — and on back to the little bootblack shop
in New York. He glanced at his captain, but that
officer was readjusting a bloody bandage on his left
arm. Stefan raised himself and crept by the body of
his friend.
“ Good-bye, Ivan,” he whispered and he seemed
to hear a mournful voice reply, ‘ Farewell, Stefan.”
Suddenly he stopped and the hunted look left his face.
“Tvan,” he said softly, “Ill stay.”
That night after the Bulgarians swarmed over the
Turkish ramparts, a little Bulgarian private, desper-
ately wounded, but with a smile on his face, was
found clinging to a Turkish battleflag.
“Take good care of him,” said the captain to the
American surgeon who was examining the soldier,
“ He is a brave man.”
“Yes, and an adopted countryman of mine,” said
the doctor. He pointed to the boy’s chest. Upon
it was tattooed an American flag and under it
two clasped hands with the words “Ivan” and
‘“Stetan.”
y
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Francis W. SmirH, 14.
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The Ruse That Failed
“ Now, Larry,” said Mrs. Kennedy, as her husband
put three handbags on the seat beside her and handed
over her ticket, ‘‘I want you to be sure and write to
me every day, and tell me everything you think, how
much you miss me, and all about the way the servants
get along. Don’t omit any of the details, thinking I
won’t be interested, for every word that you write,
dear, will be precious to me. Put plenty of local
color in your letters.”
“Oh, I’ll keep you posted,” he replied. “ You have
a good time and don’t worry about me. I'll get along,
somehow. Of course it’ll be lonely and all that, but
T’ll manage to pass the time. It'll be rather dismal
for me to sit in the garden alone when it begins to
get dark, thinking of you in a gay crowd having a
good time and never giving a thought to ——”
“Larry,” his pretty wife interrupted, “if you con-
tinue to talk that way, I just shan’t go. You know I
shall think of you every minute I’m away, and if the
doctor hadn’t said the sea air would be good for me,
I wouldn’t have thought of going at all. Please don’t
fret me. Remember that, wherever I may be or how-
ever gay my surroundings, I shall be thinking of you.”
They threw kisses at each other as the train moved
away. Then Kennedy went to his office and began
writing letters. He wrote fourteen of them — enough
to last two weeks. They were to his wife.
In general outline the letters were about the same.
He started each by filling a sheet with terms of endear-
ment and declarations of how lonely he was without
his darling. Then followed the local color she wanted,
in form of comments on the occurrences of the day
in and about their home. They were not dated, but
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he sealed and addressed them, and arranged them in
a neat pile so that his lady clerk could take one off
the top each day and drop it in the letterbox.
Then he went off with a male companion, deter-
mined to have a good time for ten or twelve days.
He had been gone nearly a week when there came
a telegram for him. Of course telegrams had to be
opened, and when Miss Grey, the lady clerk, read the
message, she turned pale.
“Why don’t you answer my questions about the
housemaid’s ankle and your liver? Am awfully
worried.”
That was what Laura Kennedy had telegraphed.
After studying the matter for a while, Miss Grey
decided that it was necessary for her to act. She was
clever enough to fill a position that not more than one
man out of fifty could have held, and she had a habit
of keeping her eyes and ears open. Still, she said to
herself, “The hottsemaid’s ankle? I can see how
he might know something about his own liver, but
why should his wife, of all people, want him to see
about it? Well, if I ever get married —”
Instead of finishing what she started to say, she
wrote the following dispatch: :
“Leg and liver O. K. Don’t worry.”
It was about ten o’clock the next day when another
telegram for Larry Kennedy was received. It read:
“Yesterday’s letter contradicts telegram. Why are
you deceiving me? Are you better to-day? Shall I
come home?”
The lady clerk’s reply was as follows:
“Am true as steel. Don’t think of coming home.”
Miss Grey had just begun to feel that she had
succeeded in settling the disagreeable business, when
a messenger boy arrived with another telegram, in
which her employer’s wife said:
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“Don’t understand. What do you mean by being
true as steel? Something tells me you are worse.
Wire immediately.”
The lady clerk replied:
“Never mind reference to steel. Am all right.”
Mrs. Kennedy watched eagerly for the postman on
the following day, and when he handed her Larry’s
letter, she opened it with trembling fingers. Eagerly
she scanned the first page and was about half through
the second when she jumped up and ran to her aunt,
crying:
“ Merciful goodness! What can this mean? Three
days ago Larry wrote that the housemaid was still
laid up with her lame ankle, which I have tried to get
him to tell me about in vain, and that he was not feel-
ing well, and the doctor had told him his liver was
out of order. Yet here in to-day’s letter, he tells me
the housemaid has fallen downstairs, spraining her
ankle, and that he made himself a Welch rarebit the
night before last and ate so much his liver is all upset.
Why on earth did the housemaid fall down stairs when
she had a sprained ankle, and whatever possessed
Larry to eat a Welch rarebit when the doctor had
warned him about his liver?”
The aunt was trying to work it out, when Laura
Kennedy happened to think of the telegram she had
received the day before.
“This letter must have been written about the time
it was sent,” she said. “I’m going home. Some-
thing’s wrong. lLarry’s liver trouble has gone to his
head! My poor darling has lost his reason! He
writes a thing and denies it by telegraph. By starting
to-night, I can be with him to-morrow morning. Oh,
how shall I pass the weary hours?”
Miss Grey broke down and made a full confession,
when Mrs. Kennedy rushed, wide-eyed and pale, into
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her husband’s office. Then the two women sat to-
gether in the private room and wept.
“Tf I hadn’t accidentally knocked over the pile of
letters he left to be posted,” the lady clerk sobbed,
“they would not have been mixed up; there would
have been no reference to the spraining of the house-
maid’s ankle before it happened, and his liver would
not have troubled him until after he ate the rarebit.
How shall I ever be able to explain it to him?”
“You needn’t try,” Mrs. Kennedy answered. “I'll
explain it to him when he comes back home! Dear
old fellow! I’m so glad he doesn’t know anything
about this. He mightn’t be having a good time at all
if he did.”
Grace MartrHews, ’16.
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Mine Own People
Little Feather stole into the outer ring of light from
the campfire. He squatted down behind fat old
Buffalo, and turned his bright eyes upon the Indian
who stood in the center of the group. That was Far
Wanderer. He had just received this new name
because of the great journey from which he had re-
turned. He was recounting his adventure to the
circle of braves. Little Feather’s keen ears missed
no word.
“T hunted for many days. The animals had gone
from my old hunting ground. One day I stood on a
hill. I saw the ocean. In the harbor was a great
boat, greater by many times than you have ever seen.
On the shore were dwellings. They were not as our
tents. They were built of trees. Far Wanderer
knew no fear. He went down among the tents.
There were men with white faces and hair like the
cornsilk in autumn. By signs they told me they
had come in the great boat across the water. Some
were going back. They took me to the great boat in
a flat canoe, which they moved by paddles on both
sides. Many days we sailed Be
Little Feather heard no more, for two hands
grabbed him from behind, and in a second he was on
his back within a tent. His grandmother’s huge form
bent above him. Her fat forefinger moved slowly,
near to his nose.
“Tt is no good to you to listen to such stories.
Why could Far Wanderer find no game in his old
hunting ground? Because the white strangers had
scared all away. There is no good in them. Listen
not to the strange story.”
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The old woman nodded solemnly three times in
rythm with her shaking finger; then seated herself in
the opening of the tent. Little Feather lay im-
potently scowling at her broad back until he fell
asleep.
Early next morning Far Wanderer took his bow
and arrow and strode away through the forest. He
was all unconscious of the boy who, trained to the
woodsman’s life, followed him as noiselessly as his
own tread. An arrow sped past Far Wanderer and
a robin dropped from a branch before him. A white
man would have been startled and would have shown
it. If the Indian was surprised he did not show it.
Only, quick as the flight of the first arrow, he turned
with bow raised and arrow fitted.
A dozen feet away stood Little Feather. His
soul was satisfied. His shot had been so sure and
deadly that a warrior had been put on the defensive
by it. Yet the purpose of his presence there was not
forgotten.
“Will you tell me of your journey, of the land
across the sea?” asked the boy.
“Yes. I will tell you. I will teach you their
language. Many of the white men will come to our
land, and it is good that some of us should know how
to speak to them. They want skins and corn. When
you are a man you may trade with them.”
Many days Little Feather went with Far Wanderer,
until he knew all that the warrior could teach him.
A purpose was in the boy’s mind. It was growing
stronger with the strength of an unconfided purpose
in one of a silent race.
So one morning Little Feather was absent from the
lodge. Many days he traveled toward the coast, and
at last he stood on the hill where Far Wanderer had
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first seen the great ship. It was all there as he had
said.
Little Feather went down toward the houses until
he met a boy of his own size. So peculiar was his
appearance to the Indian boy that it was several
minutes before he stopped staring and made use for
the first time of his imperfect English.
“ See Capt’n Rob’son.”
“You want to see Captain Robinson?” asked the
English boy.
Little Feather nodded.
“ Come with me, then.”
They found the Captain on the wharf.
“Here is an Indian boy to see you, sir.”
“To see me? What is it, boy?”
“1 go: Enilan’?
“ What?”
“I go En’lan’,” repeated Little Feather, pointing
to the ship and then across the sea.
“You want to go to England with me? ”
The boy nodded.
The Captain looked over the sturdy little figure and
resolute, eager face.
“Why, then, you shall. Take him aboard, men.
We will sail to-night with the tide.”
All day Little Feather enjoyed the wonders of the
ship. Toward evening he sat on some coils of rope
in the prow and watched the bustle of preparation for
departure on shore and on shipboard. The sun
dropped behind the near hills. A great shadow and
a great stillness lay over the sea. The first puffs of
the wind that would soon bear the ship out to sea blew
against Little Feather’s face.
All the people of the tiny settlement came out of
their houses, down to the wharf. They shook hands
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with the Captain and with several others. One man
took a little boy in his arms and kissed him again and
again till those pulling away in the ship’s boat called
him.
Little Feather saw all this and a feeling, new and
strange, like all the experiences of this day, came over
him. It grew and grew until all the world was
miserable; and he the most miserable thing in its vast
desolation. Then the scent of the campfires came to
him through the twilight. He thought of his homely,
fat, solemn-faced, old grandmother.
A second later he was over the side and making for
the shore with strong, even strokes. From the shelter
of the high bushes Little Feather watched the ship
pass out to sea; then he laid his head upon the dry
leaves and fell contentedly asleep in the forest which
was his home.
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Peart LUKENS, ’17.
Ghe Echo
VOL. XXIII NOVEMBER, 1913 No. 3
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by the students of the New York State Normal College.
Entiorial Department
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made in the News Department of the October issue.
A portion of the Delta Omega notes was printed
under Eta Phi and a portion of Eta Phi notes was
printed under Delta Omega.
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Thanksgiving — Then and Now
The wind is howling in from the east to-night, pelt-
ing the dead leaves from the sighing trees against
my window pane. With every gust I seem to hear
the “breaking waves” dash high on a “stern and
rock-bound coast” as they did over a hundred years
ago when
“A band of exiles moored their bark
On the wild New England shore.”
Thanksgiving day! In imagination I am carried
back to the days of our rugged Puritan forefathers.
I see my sturdy, stalwart ancestor tramping home to
his moss-chinked cabin, with the old firelock over his
shoulder and the wild turkey under his arm, and the
wife blowing up the fire upon the hearth in prepara-
tion for the Thanksgiving feast. And for what do
they give thanks? For the feast— for their wild
turkey and corn cakes? No, “freedom to worship
God.”
There is a world of meaning in that phrase. It
includes the privilege of not only unmolestedly fol-
lowing one’s own creed and worshipping one’s own
God, but of voicing one’s own thoughts, forming one’s
own opinions, educating one’s children according to
one’s own belief, pursuing one’s own ideal of happi-
ness in so far as it does not injure others, living one’s
own life.
Have we these privileges now? Yes, in multiplied
form. Do we give thanks for them? Very seldom
—only in the moments of our “ waking dreams ”
when the glamour of artificial life begins to pall and,
falling away, leaves the substantial fabric upon which
our dreams are woven.
Unfortunately Thanksgiving Day now is the signal
for a general gourmandizing, accompanied by a feel-
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ing of general discomfort. We strain the capacity
of our stomachs with a motley and unhealthy assort-
ment of pies and puddings and certain rare and im-
possible concoctions of culinary art. We confuse
our senses and deaden our minds by an evening’s
dissipation at the theater or the dance. At the best,
our Thanksgiving holiday leaves with us an all per-
vading sensation of sleepiness.
The Echo Play
On Tuesday night, November 25, there will be
presented in the college auditorium Shakespeare’s
well-known comedy, “The Taming of the Shrew.”
It has of late years been the custom of the Ecuo
Board to offer some production of this character in
order to partly defray the expenses of issuing the
college paper. Hitherto these plays have always been
a success and a credit to the institution and, inas-
much as this year’s drama is to be supported by some
of the very best talent in our college, the EcHo Board
confidently promises a pleasant and profitable even-
ing to every S. N. C. student as well as to the friends
whom he may care to invite.
The cast for “ The Taming of the Shrew” is as
follows:
NS apListarwencm mac ucsumeuue Donald Jones
NWincentiors i470. sts oss s Net Quackenbush
HDUCSMMOU Me cris ci es vei William Nussbaum
Petruchio (ilk caecum any a Harold Goewey
Grenuo wee et ee Jacques Horowitz
AO meets 1 Omit tien se Neier Willard Pearsall
A ATION tells ai auiese eee Nae tacit ae Jay Ellis
Biondello .. ... George Anderson
KGrctima aetna, een ee Uno nie Louis Ward
AEE BIS Bee RR ree hea ie este ean ciate Leon Orr
138 THE ECHO
Re dai mitiad aye ays ra encloses John McCracken
Pemtharina Goo. cee. ee ss Agnes Futterer
Bianca, ooh5..% ...-Marion Wheeler
Widow: 250.0. <4 2) Babette Singer
Ph ailotdn ie Mirren tists s aususraile 2
ielaberdasher sips er. nrass/esnscrs \ Se) HORE
Servants
News Beparinent
Faculty Notes
Tue Ecuo wishes to express its sorrow on learning
of the serious illness of Dr. Milne. We are glad to
report that at present writing he is rapidly improving.
On Tuesday afternoon, October 21, Prof. R. H.
Kirtland addressed the Mothers’ Club of Albany. The
subject of his address was “ The Home School,” and
it was greatly appreciated by the ladies present. On
Tuesday afternoon, October 8, Prof. Kirtland gave a
talk on Maeterlink at Harmanus Bleecker Hall.
The week of October 26, Prof. Smith attended a
conference held at Grand Rapids, Mich., for all those
interested in Industrial Education.
Saturday, November 1, Prof. Risley refereed a foot-
ball game at Charlottesburg, Va., between the uni-
versities of Virginia and Vanderbilt.
College Notes
An Inter-Sorority Tea was held at the College,
Saturday afternoon, October 18th.
On Wednesday evening, October 8, Mrs. Hannibal
A. Williams gave a most interesting illustrated lecture
on “ Hawaii.” On Tuesday evening, October 14, Mrs.
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Williams gave in dramatic recital, “As You Like It.”
All attending were much pleased with the delightful
rendering of the play.
At chapel hour, October 29, Prof. Thomas of
Tuskegee Institute spoke briefly on the ways in which
we may aid the negro. He emphasized particularly
the fact that it is not so much the dollars we may
give, which help the negro, as the favorable public
opinion which we may create in his behalf.
On Wednesday afternoon, October 29, a basketball
game occurred between the Seniors and Sophomores,
the latter winning by a score of 27-5. All those
interested in promoting college spirit were pleased to
note the large attendance at this game, and it is hoped
that even more of the students will come out in the
future.
We haven’t many men
Tho we wish we had, I ken,
So spite of all this scarcity
Let’s support our men in S. N. C.
The annual Ecuo play will probably be held just
preceding the Thanksgiving recess. This year
Shakespeare’s “Taming of the Shrew” is to be
given. Those of you who have never attended an
Ecno play, come and see the best production of the
college year; those of you who have, need no further
urging. We know you won’t miss it.
Junior Notes
A meeting of the Junior Class was held on October
22. Plans for the Junior Freshman Frolic were
discussed.
The Frolic, which was held on Friday evening,
October 24th, took the form of a County Fair. The
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Juniors, clad in aprons, and sun bonnets, treated the
Freshmen to pop corn, peanuts, doughnuts, chewing
gum and pink lemonade. Much amusement was fur-
nished by the shooting and photograph galleries and
the fortune tellers, but the best of all the side shows
was that marvelous phenomenon, the only living
monkey with a high school education. Dancing and
perambulator rides were enjoyed throughout the even-
ing, and we trust that the guests departed in a happy
frame of mind.
Senior Notes
To the Practice Teachers.
When we think that our teaching is perfect,
That our class is a bright shining light,
Then the critic politely informs us,
“It knows nothing, you’re not doing right.”
Then sad are the long, dreary noontimes,
When we toil with the stars near the stairs,
And their heads are like sieves, and a barrel
Would hardly hold some of their airs.
When the last method plan’s been completed
And the last recitation’s been said,
When the practice teaching is finished,
And the last High School dummy has fled,
Let us die; and in truth, we shall need to,
For in a brief hour or two,
A call to the office 11 inform us
We must teach next semester anew.
Mary F. GILLIGAN, ’14.
THE ECHO I4t
On October 17th the Seniors were glad to welcome
the faculty and students at the reception in the college
gymnasium. We were glad to be youthful and jolly
once more before the proverbial gray hairs adorn our
weary temples.
Have you noticed the pins and rings? Just gaze at
the new display of gold on any Senior, from the
adorable oval “ pinkeys”’ to the stately real pins, and
you'll discover “ Minerva” to be the class goddess.
The class is proud to announce to the college the
Editor of our year book, Mr. J. Harry Ward. We,
as a class, pledge our hearty support to him and hope
you will, too, to make our book the best ever.
Meetings have been held frequently to decide upon
and settle matters of importance. And! Seniors don’t
forget that dues are due. Adieu!
We would like to recommend to all underclassmen
a delightful course on “ Modern Slang,’ (Psych 2)
conducted by Dr. Painter.
The following conversation was overheard after the
ringing of the first bell in the hurry and scramble by
the bulletin board:
Ist Senior.—“ Where are you going?”
2nd Senior.—“ To rapid review of High School
Latin. It’s so rapid we don’t know we’re moving!”
Y. W. C. A. Notes
Indications are not wanting that the present year
will prove an unusually successful one for the Asso-
ciation. The membership has reached the two hun-
dred mark, as a result of the vigorous campaign con-
ducted by Miss Mabel Thompson and Miss Barbara
Pratt, the former winning by 8 members. The lunch
room conducted by the Association has also justified
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the time and energy expended upon it by the Y. W.
C. A. girls, being well managed and well patronized.
On October 8th, Miss Mary Dabney led the regular
meeting of the Association, her subject being “ Friend-
ship.” On the 23d of the same month, Miss Marjorie
Davidson gave an interesting talk on the “ Value of
Song.” Miss Kelsey, Secretary of the Student Volun-
teer Association, conducted a large overflow meeting
in the College Auditorium on the 16th, when she
showed the great need for missionaries in the Far
East.
On Saturday, October 4th, the Y. W. C. A. enter-
tained the students and faculty of the College by an
out-of-door party on the campus.
Promethean Literary Society
The Promethean Literary Society held its first
regular meeting Friday evening, October 3, in the
High School chapel. The program consisted mainly
of readings from Kipling by Miss Ruth Evans and
Mr. Ballard Bowen, and singing by the Society. Those
who were present spent a very enjoyable evening.
The Society expects to hold its meetings on the first
and third Fridays of each month, and attractive
programs are being planned. All students who are
interested in supporting a literary society in our col-
lege are invited to these meetings and to membership
in this organization.
The College Club
Those of us who stay on Friday afternoons to hear
the addresses given at the meetings of the College
Club, think that our time is well spent.
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On October 17, Mr. William C. Rogers, Acting
Commissioner of Labor, spoke on the work of this
State department. Its organization, the work of the
various bureaus, the investigations now being carried
on by the State in regard to minimum wage, and the
strikes occurring within the past year, were treated
in a way that compelled attention.
At the next meeting, Jacob L. Ten Eyck, a promi-
nent lawyer of this city, told us his opinions about
the action of the Court of Impeachment in the re-
moval of Mr. Sulzer. His unbiased reasoning and
his fairness in judging made his talk intensely
interesting.
We hope that any who missed these meetings will
be able to come to those yet to be. We know that
those who have attended will come again without
urging.
The Chemical Club
Meetings: of the Chemical Club have been held
tegularly since the early part of October, and have
proved very instructive to the members. Papers on
different subjects have been presented, and the club
enjoyed a trip to the State Hygienic Laboratory, which
was very interesting.
Owing to circumstances, it was found necessary to
change the time of meeting. The club now meets on
the second and fourth Wednesdays of each month,
at 5 o’clock.
Borussia
The meetings of Borussia held thus far this year
have been largely taken up with the initiation of new
members. Borussia misses the members who grad-
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uated last year, but is glad to have so many new ones
to help fill the places left vacant. At the meeting upon
October 14th, the Rev. Mr. Reller of Albany spoke
about the German people and the German language.
The gist of his talk was: ‘‘ Das deutsche Volk ist ein
Urvolk und die deutsche Sprache ist eine Ursprache.”
Borussia hopes to have speakers occasionally during
the winter and will be glad to have any one interested
attend these meetings.
The Girls Musical Club
Under ye title of ‘The Musical Club” ye College
Orchestra has been conducted for two years. Ye
object has been to furnish music for ye College affairs,
and to give a recital at ye end of ye year.
All those who play ye violin, mandolin, banjo, or
guitar are asked to join ye club at once.
Ye music is not difficult, so stay not away, but come
and help ye old members to make ye successful club.
Those who wish to join may hand their names to
Mary Bradt or Marguerite McKelligett, or present
themselves at one of ye meetings.
There are no dues, but ye club desires ye presence
of all ye members at every meeting.
Ye hour for meeting is (until further notice) 4.15
o’clock on Monday afternoon.
Come Ye All!
Girls Athletic Association
A meeting of the Girls’ Athletic Association was
held October 15, 1913, for the purpose of electing
officers for the year 1913. The following were
elected :
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President — Mary Dabney.
Vice-President — Barbara Pratt.
Secretary — Bessie Baremore.
Treasurer — Margaret Hays.
Ecuo Reporter — Helen Rosebrook.
A meeting of the Girls’ Athletic Association was
held October 29, 1913.
On Monday, November 3, a frolic was held in the
College gymnasium.
Orchestra Notes
The men’s orchestra has been organized in the col-
lege, with the following members:
Conductor — William Nussbaum.
Violins — Edward Leroy Long.
Arthur Bates.
Piano — Harry Daley.
Cornets — Othello Saunders.
Leroy Dolan.
Drums — Charles Snyder.
Chester Wood.
All those who are interested and can play any in-
strument are invited to join.
Meetings Wednesday and Friday afternoons at
4.10.
Delta Omega
Miss Agnes Futterer entertained at her home on
Clinton avenue, Saturday evening, October 25.
A tea was given at the Delta Omega apartment on
‘Tuesday, October 9.
Miss Hannah Bray, ’13, is teaching in Mobile,
Alabama.
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November 15, Mrs. Ives gave a delightful Thanks-
giving party to the Delta girls and their friends, at
her home on Manning Boulevard.
Miss Helen Odell, 713, was a guest at the Delta
Omega flat the week-end of October 18.
A luncheon was held at college Tuesday noon,
October 16.
Saturday afternoon, November 8, Miss Ruth Bayer
entertained at cards at her home on Lakewood Place,
Troy.
Miss Adele Kaemmerlen, 13, is visiting Mrs.
George Percy at Center Moriches, L. I., where she is
recovering from a long illness.
Friday evening, October 31, an enjoyable Hallowe’en
party was held at the flat.
Eta Phi
On the evening of October 11th, Eta Phi entertained
a number of guests at a theater party.
Miss Elsie Danaher entertained the sorority girls
and their friends at a delightful party, Saturday,
October 25th, at her home, 446 Clinton avenue.
Miss Esther Mitchell, 713, is teaching drawing in
the Normal High School.
Eta Phi is pleased to welcome to her membership
Miss Elsie Austin of the class of 716.
On Saturday, November 1st, “Much Ado Aboat
Sulzer ” was presented by the Eta Phi All-star cast
at the home of Miss Geraldine Murray, 125 Manning
Boulevard.
Miss Helen James, 713, and Miss Martha Kinnear,
713, are taking special courses in the college.
Miss Elizabeth Otte, ’13, is teaching cooking in the
DW Gis
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Miss Ruth DeFreest, ’13, is taking a business course
at Miss Comfort’s school.
Miss Helen Smith, ’12, who is teaching Domestic
Science in Easton, Pennsylvania, visited the Eta Phi
girls on Wednesday, October 22.
Kappa Delta
Miss Jessie Haskins and her sister spent the week-
end of October 11, at the house.
We are glad to welcome Grace MacNeal, ’16, and
Katherine Ensign, ’16, into Kappa Delta.
The Kappa Delta Minstrels visited the house on
Monday evening, October 27.
Miss Gertrude Wells entertained the Kappa Deltas
and a few friends at a Hallowe’en party, Saturday
evening, November 1, at her home on Pine avenue.
Miss Helen Schermerhorn, ’12, spent several days
at the house last month.
Psi Gamma
Psi Gamma welcomes her new faculty member,
Mrs. Randell, and her two sister members, Gertrude
Swift and Elizabeth McMartin.
Miss Hope Duncan spent the week end of the 11th
and 12th at the sorority house.
Miss Esther Eveleigh entertained her mother and
father from Adams Center and Dr. and Mrs. Eveleigh
of Schenectady over the week end of October 6th.
Miss Alice Hurd, of Syracuse University, visited
Marion Chapman at the house.
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A farewell dinner was given for Miss Margie
Vedder before she left for Georgia.
The Misses Beatrice Wright, Marjorie Davidson,
Helen Quick and Clara Wallace attended a house
party at the home of Frances Wood, Kingston,
October 24th to 27th.
Esther Eveleigh spent the week end at the home of
Mary Robbins, Saratoga Springs.
Marion Chapman attended the Military Ball and
week end in Catskill, October 31.
Newman Notes
At Miss Devine’s home, on Manning Boulevard, a
business meeting was held to complete the discussion
of the plans for the year.
A social, at which many of the members were
present, was held at Miss Lonergan’s.
Sigma Nu Kappa
Brother Ernest K. Smith has left college and is
teaching school near Middleburgh.
Wednesday evening, October 22, the fraternity was
the guest of Brother and Mrs. F. W. Smith, 3 Elberon
Place.
Sigma Nu Kappa announces the election to mem-
bership of:
Anton Schneider, B. S.; Gerald S. Pratt, ‘14;
Samuel A. Baillie, M. D.; Harold Goewey, ’14; Bal-
lard Bowen, ’14; Martin Reynolds, ’15.
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Alumni Bepariment
[The alumni editor would be very pleased to accept
any contributions in the way of news from alumni
readers of THE Ecuo.]
Miss Helen Schermerhorn, ’12, has been in town
recently.
Miss Beulah Brandow, ’11, is studying art at Syra-
cuse University.
Miss Adele Kaemmerlin, *13, is so far recovered
from her serious illness that she expects to make an
extended visit with Mrs. George Percy (Florence
Gardner, 13).
Miss Emily Hoag, ’t0, and Miss Isabelle Biglemann,
"11, have returned to S. N. C. to take up graduate
work.
Miss Junia Morse, ’11, is teaching in Gloversville.
Miss Mary Denbow, ’10, and Miss Ada Edwards
are teaching in Schenectady.
Miss Anna Boochever, ’12, is spending the winter
with her parents in this city.
Miss Mildred Lawson, ’12, and Miss Ruth Calkins,
*12, visited the college recently.
Exchauge Bepartment
The number of exchanges on the top of the filing
stand in the library is steadily increasing. That
means an opportunity for S. N. C. students to get in
touch with the spirit of other colleges. Let us not
neglect this chance for broadening our mental horizons.
Read The Mirror of Hendrix College, Conway,
Arkansas, and observe the breezy atmosphere it
maintains throughout. Where there is life there is
spice.
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Students of Spanish will find exceedingly interest-
ing reading in El Monitor de la Educacién Comin,
Buenos Ayres, and for those who cannot read Spanish
the illustrations in this magazine will be educationally
valuable.
Jokes
There once were some young practice teachers,
Who really were well-meaning creatures:
When they entered a room
They diffused a gloom,
But that was a trick of their features.
“Is your mother a suffragette? ”
“You bet she ain’t, me father’s a prize fighter.’”—Life.
“What is frenzied finance?”
“ Financing your friends.” — Judge.
In a registration booth in San Francisco an old
colored woman had just finished registering for the
first time.
“Am you shore,” she asked the clerk, “that I’se
done all I has to do?”
“Quite sure,” replied the clerk, “ you see it’s very
simple.”
“T’d ought to knowed it,” said the old woman.
“Tf those fool men folks been doing it all dese years,
I might ’a knowed it was a powerful simple process.”
— Life.
“‘ Every one has some secret sorrow,” says a philoso-
phizing friend. ‘ Even the fattest and jolliest of us
has a skeleton in his midst.” — Cleveland Plain Dealer.
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Index to Echo Advertisers
Booxs:
American Book Co.
Kimball Bros., 618 Broadway.
John S. Murray, 88 Maiden Lane.
CLoTrHinc — MEN’s:
Steefel Bros., 78-82 State Street.
CLoTHING — WoMEN’s:
Anker, 145 Central Avenue.
CONFECTIONERY AND IcE CREAM:
R. E. Bliven, 251 Central Avenue.
Chapman and Peckham, The “ Golden Robin,” 31
Steuben Street and 109 North Pearl Street.
Drucs:
J. B. Harvith, 251 Central Avenue.
FLOWERS:
Eyres, 11 North Pearl Street.
Hazeltine, 32 Central Avenue.
FuRNIsHINGs — MEN’s:
Dawson, 259 Central Avenue.
Steefel Bros., 78-82 State Street.
FURNISHINGS — WOMEN’s:
Anker, 145 Central Avenue.
GIFTs :
The Sign of the Blue Bird, 29 Steuben Street.
HIGEEr
he Venu Byck, State Street.
JEWELRY:
Otto R. Mende, Central Avenue near Robin Street.
Warren & Co., 489 Fifth Avenue, New York.
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Music:
Kirk’s Dance Orchestra, 631 Central Avenue.
OPTOMETRY :
Ben V. Smith, 50 North Pearl Street.
PHOTOGRAPHS:
Kovar, 55 North Pearl Street.
PHOoToGRAPHIC SUPPLIES:
FB. E. Colwell & Co., 459 Broadway.
ScHOooL SUPPLIES:
John J. Conkey, 215 Central Avenue.
Abram De Blaey, South Broadway near State.
SHOES:
R. K. Howard, 13 North Pearl Street.
Swartz & Levison, 108 South Pearl Street.
SHoE REPAIRING:
J. Barbagallo, 464 Washington Avenue.
A. Sottosanti, 225 Central Avenue.
TAILORING, REPAIRING & CLEANING:
Modern Tailor, 466 Washington Avenue.
TEACHERS’ AGENCY:
Albany Teachers’ Agency, 81 Chapel Street.
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COLLEGE SPECIALTIES
JOHN J. CONKEY
News Room
Stationery, Periodicals, Candy
and School Supplies
A Complete Line of Postals also
Binder Paper
215 Central Ave., ALBANY, N. Y.
PATRONIZE
THE ECHO
ADVERTISERS
J. Barbagallo
FIRST CLASS
SHOEMAKER
All Work Guaranteed
464 Washington Avenue,
ALBANY, N. Y.
NO ORDER TOO SMALL FOR
OUR BEST ATTENTION
Kazeltine’s
Flourr Shop
32 CENTRAL AVENUE
ALBANY, N. Y.
Modern Tailor
466 WASHINGTON AVE.,
(Just above Lake Ave.)
Phone West 2238.
ad
Gailoring, Repairing
and Bry Cleaning
Pd
Prompt and Satisfactory Service
SPECIAL RATES TO STUDENTS
_. You never hear a bee complain nor hear it weep nor wail, but
if it wish it can unfold a very painful tail.
THE ECHO
THE COMPLETE KODAK STORE..
Kodaks and Brownie Cameras,
Edison Home Kintescope,
Motion Pictures for the Home,
Radioptician, Picture Projector.
Bring us your Kodak and Brownie films. We
do prompt developing and printing with pains-
taking care ot eo a
F. E. COLWELL & CO.
459 Broadway ALBANY, N.Y,
**Kroshes’’—‘**Sophs’’— ** Junes’’—‘**Senes’’
If you don’t know what she wants for Kmas see
THE COLEEGE JEWELER
AROUND THE CORNER
OTTO R. MENDE
3 DOORS ABOVE ROBIN STREET ON CENTRAL AVENUE
..-FOR WINTER SHOES...
Of all kinds, at the lowest prices
Satin evening slippers, all colors, to match any dress
CALL AT
SWARTZ & LEVISON’S
108-110 South Pearl St.. ALBANY, N.Y.
—TWENTY-THREE YEARS OF SUCCESSFUL EXPERIENCE—
In placing graduates of the
Nem York State Normal College in Gond Schools
Ask your Teachers
ALBANY TEACHERS’ AGENCY, Inc., 81 Chapel St., ALBANY,N.Y.
Harlan P. French, Pres. Vincent B. Fisk, Sec. and Manager.
“My dear,” said the lady to her millionaire husband, “I have
some dreadful news to tell you. You must summon all your
fortitude for the sake of your wife and little ones,”
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WARREN & CO., Inc.
ADDRESS:
General Officesand Factory 489 Fifth Avenue
108 Fulton Street NEW YORK
MANUFACTURERS OF
Fine Jewelry and Stationery
Specialists in Emblematic Jewelry, Class Pins,
Rings, Fraternity Goods. Athletic and Prize
Medals in Stock and Special Design. :: :
A. Sottosanti
SHOES REPAIRED WHILE YOU WAIT
We Repair Shoes by the Goodyear
Welt Shoe Repairing System
225 CENTRAL AVENUE
JUST ABOVE ROBIN ST.
“ Speak,” he said, hoarsely.
“The coal is out.”
“Great heavens! Has it come to this?” and the millionaire
bowed his head and wept.
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“rates” = Rabum Kovar
Photographs of Qualit.y
STUDIO, 55 NORTH PEARL ST., ALBANY, N. Y.
OUR SPECIAL: College Panels, $1.50 per doz.
Mums Mums Mums
CHRYSANTHEMUMS
The Finest in the State
STOP IN AND SEE THEM AT MY SHOP
EYRES
Phone 208 11 North Pearl Street
“No, Ethel; when you hear of a young girl having made a good
‘match,’ it doesn’t signify that she has secured something that
will get up every morning and light the fire.”
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CLUETT-PEABODY & CO.
DRESS SHIRTS AND NEWEST
q STYLE COLLARS
AT
DAWSON’S MENS SHOP
259 CENTRAL AVENUE
OPEN EVENINGS PHONE, WEST 233
REAR OF MAIN FLOOR
R. K. HOWARD
Women’s Shoes—All Styles and Kinds
13 NORTH PEARL ST., ALBANY, N. Y.
Young man: “I have something for the poet’s corner.”
Editor: “All right, young man; the poet scorner sits right over
there. :
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ECHO
you
cannot help being im-
pressed with the courteous
treatment you receive at
Harvith’s Drug Store
251 Central Avenue
You will find there a complete
line of everything obtainable
at a first class drug
store at cut prices.
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Polytechnic
Institute
Engineering
and Science
Engineering (M. E.), Electri
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chanical and Materials Testing Laboratories.
work of graduates and students an
and campus, apply to
JOHN W. NUGENT, Registrar.
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Book Company
Publishers of the
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TEXTBOOKS
100 Washington Square
New York City
Books and Stationery
| A FULL LINE OF NEW BOOKS
| FOR THE HOLIDAYS
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618 Broadway, ALBANY, N.Y.
First Block North of Station
“Yes,” said the chairman, sadly, “our temperance meeting last
night would have been more successful if the lecturer hadn't been
so absent-minded.” “What did
foam from a glass of water.”
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Ghe Sign of the Blue Bird
229 STEUBEN ST., ALBANY, N. Y.
THE SHOP OF DAINTY XMAS GIFTS
One should noi fail to visit it, if in scarch of
a Choice Gift at a Reasonable Price
A Large Number of New Xmas Novelties
Ghe Sign of the Galden Robin
31 Steuben St. 109 No. Pearl St.
ALBANY, N.Y.
Home Made Candies and Salted Nuts
a Specialty. Ice Cream and Cake furnished
on order for Society and Class affairs.
TEA ROOMS
ABRAM De BLAEY
All Recessarp School Supplies
Bell Telephone, Main 3956 J
422 & 424 BROADWAY, - - - ALBANY, N. Y
Second door below State Street
BEN V. SMITH
Optumetrist
Our one price, one quality and desire-to~please-you policy
means better glasses for better eyesight.
Wear the Shur-On to get Eyeglass Sufficiency
50 NORTH PEARL STREET
Jeweler: “Is your watch all right now, Mr. Smith?” A
Mr. Smith: ‘“ Well, no, not yet; but it seems to be gaining every
day.”
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Kirk's Dance Orrhestra
R. KIRK, DIRECTOR.
631 CENTRAL AVE., = ALBANY, N. Y.
TELEPHONE MAIN 3344, FROM 9 A.M, TO 5 P.M,
a
A Burlington man ate too much duck Thanksgiving day and had
a fit of indigestion. His wife recommended some quack medicine. :
HAMILTON PRINTING CO.,
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