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BY THE FIRELIGHT.
Do you ever sit by the fire place,
Where the blue flames creep o’er the coal,
And let the hours, unheeded,
Minute by minute roll?
Do you know the peace which, like magic,
Takes the place of feverish thought,
Till you feel that hope grows stronger
And that man was not made for naught?
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Have you likened the flames to your fancies,
Which come but to flicker and wane ?
Have you mused by the home-like firelight,
Till your soul was quiet again?
If you know not the firelight’s enchantment,
Come share the gloaming with me
By the comforting warmth of my grate fire,
And feel that for once you are free
From the sordid shackles of custom,
Which hamper the heart’s desire,—
Free to sit in the half-light
And dream by my open fire.
Grace M. Youne, 1913.
ROOM 53 AT NIGHT.
s I was locked in the building! For a moment I was
stunned by the discovery, and by the thought of the long, lone-
some hours in the empty schoolhouse. What should I do? I
thought of the telephone, but that was in the office at the other
end of the building and I shuddered to think of the gloomy,
echoing corridors. At last, however, I began to walk slowly and
timidly in the direction of the office. The halls were very dark
and I grew more nervous at every step. As I approached 58,
the “Senior Sanctum,” I heard voices! I listened and then
crept forward, crouching close to the wall. As I turned the
corner I saw that 53 was lighted and that the door was partly
open. Stealthily I looked in and then drew back in amaze-
ment. Who were those people? Then I looked again. That
was certainly Daniel Webster sitting at the desk sacred to Dr.
Kendall. Daniel usually stands on a pedestal outside of Room
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82, so I was rather astonished to see him taking charge of 53.
‘Who was that handsome, dapper youth who was making an
elaborately illustrated notice on the board? It must have been
Apollo, for no one else has his perfect beauty. Between his
flourishes, which urged Seniors to pay their class dues at once,
the vain god patted his hair and stole shy glances at Diana,
who was demurely studying “‘ The Best Methods of Hunting.”
Behind Diana sat Virgil, writhing in a vain attempt to trans-
late Book VI. Suddenly a white square struck him on the
head and he was startled to hear Mr. Webster call out in an
awtul voice, “ Who threw that note?’ There was a moment
of silence, and then George Washington arose and said bravely,
“T cannot tell a lie, I threw the note.” Mr. Webster glared,
and then said shortly, “ Leave the room.” As George started
for the door I ran hastily down the corridor and out of his sight.
Barpara Prarr, 1915.
“WOOL-GATHERING.”
When warm spring days return, and the frost comes out of
the ground leaving the roads and footpaths a bane to pedestri-
ans, then one’s thoughts are “prone to wander” to vacation
time, and, over and over again every step of the trip is planned,
which, when summer comes, may vanish shadow-like, as it has
before, by reason of a slender pocketbook and a fat budget of
duties in town. But, after all, it has done no harm to draw
fanciful pictures of joys to be, and the real advantage is that
you can choose the loveliest spot on earth for a playground, and
put no limitations to your own enjoyment of it.
Just such a place, whither one’s thoughts wander involun-
tarily in the gray, muddy days of March, is Valemead, a shel-
tered nook between two wooded hill ranges in northern Pennsyl-
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vania. The tiny hamlet is so unimportant to the world that
commerce has done nothing more for it than to send a puffing
train between the hills, and that because it is an easier way
than to go round or through them, not because Valemead is a
profitable place for passengers or freight. Here, in a primitive
simplicity which reverts almost to feudalism, lives a handful
of hardy country-folk who wish to be undisturbed, and who
have the happy custom of letting vacation travelers roam at
will through the valley and over the hills, so long as they do not
interfere with the men of the land.
Now the rain is pattering down on the tin roof here in the
city, and there it is soaking into every inch of the meadow and
woodland, washing away the last snow, and kissing awake the
shell tinted fragrant arbutus. You know how the gray-brown
country looks now. The hemlocks on the hills are at their dull-
est,—green, to be sure, but a gray and sleepy green. The sky
is leaden and overcast, the fields are apparently lifeless. Only
a few bare vine stems from last season cling to the gray stone
walls and weather beaten fence posts, and rusty barbed wire.
The ereek is a dingy, frothing stream, roiled with the sand and
clay from the hillsides, carrying with it jagged cakes of ice and
casting them up in muddy heaps upon the banks, where the ob-
structing contour hinders the progress of the freighted water.
But though the country is so nearly colorless, the signs of
spring are there. The swelling water of the brook is sending
the sap up to the very tips of the willow’s slender stems, giving
them a healthy reddish tinge, and the furry catkins have slipped
their brown hoods back, and by their sweet, modest silence, they
are enticing you, stray country tramp, to wade into the marsh
above your shoe tops, to capture the shy elfin things. Up on
yonder hillside, hidden under leaves and the last of the snow,
the earth is giving back the life it has sheltered securely all
winter. Equipped with a pair of good eyes and a crooked stick,
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and led by the unmistakable fragrance, you can search out and
uncover the first-born flowers of the spring.
But now you are there in that country free and unmolested ,
you will not wish to leave. Only a little while and the green
begins to creep back into the meadows, slowly at first as though
shy of being seen. ‘Swollen leaf buds send out the advance
guard of dull red, pale green, and fuzzy gray leaves, so stealth-
ily that you do not see them come, but some morning after a
long, steady downfall of rain, you waken to find every blade of
grass green, and a “tremulous leafy haze” over all the woodland,
and a warm, kindly sun beaming down on you from a clear sky.
Then you start off for that hillside clump of woods which gets
the first rays of the morning sun and you find the ground, blue
with violets, and the slender wind flowers shivering in the sha-
dow, and the soft, hairy tops of the ferns uncurling.
Every day of the season brings new and unexpected pleasures,
and almost unperceived the time slips away till summer comes
with its ripe crops and buzzing locusts, and one day you see the
reapers go out to the golden harvest and the bareheaded, bare-
foot children with tin pails go out along that cool, shady road
which leads from the northern end of the valley, to gather rasp-
berries which used to grow as big as thimbles. You find them
so this year, too, and the best ones back among the tangled,
prickly branches. You must have the finest, of course, but
take care of those briers! You wince a little as they scratch
across your bare arm, and when you draw your hand out the
back is streaked with blood, and your fingers are dark with the
fresh juice of the fruit. But while you eat the luscious bounty
your pain is forgotten and you are ready to risk your hand in
the next berry tangle.
Again, only a few days it seems, and the yellow corn is being
eu and the first apples gathered. Already the dreaminess of
autumn is mingling with the last glory of the summer and you
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fain would settle down to enjoy the golden season of fulfill-
ment. But hark! Do you hear that sound? Listen! Yes, that
is your school bell, and you must pack your grip and board the
train which brings you back to the town.
Naomi Howetts, 1914.
THE INDUSTRIAL MOVEMENT IN EDUCATION.
What is the industrial movement in education? It is an ef-
fort to introduce into our educational system a means of teaching
young people to use their hands.
It may seem strange to say this, but there was a time when
most of our education was industrial. A child was taught to.
farm, to weave, to sail, or to buy and sell as a matter of course,
because it was necessary for him to make a living in some way.
This was done either by the parents, by the apprentice system,
or in trade schools. In some countries no man was allowed to
pursue certain trades until after long and careful training.
However, the pupil was very often unable to read or write, knew
little of figures and had never heard of grammar or history.
Later on, education in the commonly accepted sense of the
term became more general. Boys and girls learned something
of reading, writing and spelling, grammar, geography and his-
tory, and sometimes a little science and a smattering of some
foreign tongue. One can at the present day study a lifetime on
any one of these subjects without covering the matter presented
in our schools.
But there is a call for more skilled laborers. Men are wanted
who can build, operate and repair intricate machinery. Good
carpenters, good farmers and good workmen of all kinds are
wanted. Where is one to bécome skilled enough to do the
highly technical work that the world is asking for? In private
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schools? They are few, inadequate and costly. As an ap-
prentice? Any one who ever lived and toiled under the years
of semi-slavery of apprenticeship will say, “ No.” Besides, it
is hard to secure a position where one can learn a trade, and
learn it right, yet make a living at it. Why does not the goy-
ernment teach these subjects in its schools as it teaches a man
to use his head? Why not his hands also ?
These, then, are the questions that industrial education is
trying to answer. Boys and girls are being given training in
many useful arts and sciences in the common schools. Techni-
cal schools are being opened all over the country, and the col-
leges and universities are preparing men and women to go out
and teach industrial subjects. Many mistakes are made, and
there is much experimenting, but the industrial movement in
education has come, and has evidently come to stay.
Barzrarp L. Bowery, 1914.
BETTY.
Betty was a sunny little maid of ten summers. Whenever
you saw her, she always had some stray animal cuddled up in
her arms, petting and fondling it as if it were a doll. I met
her one afternoon toward sunset, coming down the mountain
with a white cat clasped in her brown arms. -A plump, rosy
ereature she was, graceful in every movement, light as a fawn
on those bare brown feet. “ The little brown maid,” she was
called, and truly the name was well applied. A brown frock
partially covered stocky brown limbs, a sunbonnet of the same
color half-concealed floating tendrils of brown curls, and a
smiling brown face looked up into yours as if to say, “TI like
you; won’t you please like me?’ A saucy dimple was tucked
ecozily in her chin, two brother dimples peeped from her cheeks,
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while between them, a rosy mouth ever opened and revealed its
treasure-row of pearls. Her dainty nose was tip-tilted just
enough to lend independence to her countenance, and a few
freckles were scattered here and there over its smooth surface.
Those wonderful eyes of hers with dancing brown lights in
them shone forth with love and kindness. ‘To see Betty was
to love her, and to know her was something more than to love
her,—it was to worship her.
‘Mary F. Girriean, 1915.
A FRIEND IN NEED.
The hurrying crowds of eager-faced people surged by as a
slim, pretty girl of sixteen sat in the railway station of a large
city. She was well dressed in a neat suit of brown. Her curly
black locks were just visible under a becoming hat of prevailing
style. Her little feet, shod in tan, were tapping the floor in an
agitated way, while her daintily gloved hands nervously fin-
gered a time table, at which she now and then cast a glance. At
a little distance was a deaconess with her little black bonnet
and white bow under her chin, helping here and there a weary
traveler, but at the same time frequently casting a curious, but
kindly glance toward the girl. For, on approaching this lonely
traveler, one could see that her eyes were swollen, and that
there were dark circles under them. Her appearance and be-
havior seemed to tell this warm-hearted woman that something
was wrong. Indeed, her every move seemed to portray a feel-
ing of utter wretchedness and despair. To the friendly inquiry
of the deaconess she answered but monosyllables, and as the
minutes and then the hours passed, still she remained.
After several fruitless attempts, the deaconess, whose curi-
osity was aroused more and more, at last succeeded by rare
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tact and sympathy in drawing the girl into conversation. Much
to her surprise she found the girl had come to the city in search
of work. More information she would not give, so the deaconess
gained little satisfaction.
As darkness approached and the girl showed no sign of leay-
ing the station, the woman’s heart went out to her with a desire
to understand and help. Surely, this girl must not be left alone,
with all the dangers of a large city lurking about her; so with a
kindly smile, the deaconess went up to her and offered to take
her to the Deaconess’ Home. With an expression of great re-
lief upon her pale face, the girl accompanied her. Never be-
fore had she so appreciated her supper and bed.
But with the morning her troubles began again. She looked
at her small, white hands; they were not intended for hard
work. A feeling of helplessness, of great inability and of utter
wretchedness came over her. Her inefficiency was impressed
upon her still more when the deaconess asked what work she
could do. ‘Tax her brain as she might, nothing could she find
in which she had had any experience. She finally decided that
housework was the only thing to be undertaken. Fortunately,
the deaconess knew of a kind lady who was willing to take the
girl and teach her.
So days of weary drudgery began. And oh! what multitudes
of things to be learned, and how very little she knew! Her
good mistress looked with mystified eye upon her and wondered
that a girl of such evident refinement and charm should be thus
employed. Many a morning she began a forlorn day with
swollen eyes, telling of a troubled night.
* * * * * * *
Many miles away, excitement was reigning in a girls’ board-
ing school. Lessons had been forgotten. Girls were huddled in
little groups wildly discussing an accident which had occurred
the night before. Among the older girls in the school there was
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a certain clique, who always went together. One of them, a
pretty girl named Ellen, had been leader in all their pranks and
tricks and had delighted in successfully evading the regulations
of the school. Their last escapade, however, had a most disas-
trous ending. Ellen, inspired by a large allowance from her in-
dulgent uncle, had planned to have a “spread” in her room.
Wily scheming went on for several days and she and her confi-.
dantes decided to invite a few others. A charming blue-eyed
girl, named Dorothy, one of the favorites in the school, was
persuaded to come. She had her suspicions about midnight
larks and was unaccustomed to disregarding rules, but after
many assurances from Ellen that no harm could possibly come
of it, she had stolen into Ellen’s room with the rest. Blankets
were pinned over the cracks above the door and soon all were
absorbed in the art of fudge making, forgetful of the late hour.
The candlesticks on Ellen’s table furnished the only light in the
room and it all seemed most alluring and lovely.
But the unwonted stillness of the corridor had aroused the
suspicions of the teacher in charge, and she determined to seek
the cause. In slippered feet, she crept to Marion’s door, since
she was often the cause of trouble, but finding everything peace-
ful there, she proceeded to Ellen’s. With assurance of victory,
she gave a sharp tap upon the door. Immediately there was a
hurrying and scurrying within. “ Ah, here,” thought she, “is
the cause of that stillness.” But, suddenly she heard a muf-
fled shriek, and bursting the door open, she beheld Dorothy with
clothes in flames and frenzied girls too excited to render aid.
Instantly, she seized a rug and endeavored to wrap it around
the blazing girl, and, after several minutes of terrible suspense,
succeeded in extinguishing the flames, and Dorothy was ear-
ried away, moaning, to the infirmary.
Oh, the horror of that night! The girls crept away to their
own rooms and Ellen, overcome with grief and remorse, threw
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herself on the bed and sobbed till her heart nearly broke. To
think that she had nearly caused Dorothy’s death! Finally,
worn out by her weeping, she fell asleep. In the very early
morning, she awoke and thinking that she might learn some-
thing of Dorothy’s condition, quietly stole down to the infirm-
ary. As she approached the door, she heard the doctor and nurse
coming toward her. Qiuckly disappearing from sight, she
overheard their words as they passed. ‘I hope so,” the doctor
was saying, “but her heart is very weak, and it was a terrible
shock; but we’ll hope for the best.” Ob, the agony of that
moment! Suppose Dorothy should die!
Ellen went back to her room determined upon immediate
action. In the frenzy of the moment, she pictured herself the
object of shame and censure, despised by her comrades and dis-
trusted by her teacher. She felt that life among them would:
be absolutely miserable. She must get away. How could she
go home? For what would her uncle think? She must flee;
flee somewhere, anywhere! So she took a very rash step, little
considering the consequences. With a few dollars in her purse,
she stole out, unobserved, in the early morning, and bought a
ticket for the city. And so, the deaconess had found her, in
her miserable plight; but little did she guess the meaning of it
A few days later, Ellen was still struggling with the per-
plexities of the household, and the deaconess was viewing with
kindly eye, the varying throngs in the station, when a well
dressed man of middle age came up to her. Im his hand he
held the photograph of a young girl, and he inquired if the
deaconess had seen such a girl in the station. Instantly, the
deaconess recognized the face of the girl who had so aroused
her curiosity not many days before and who was now doing
house work in her friend’s home. She informed the gentleman
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of her experience, and immediately his face brightened. He
went in search of his lost niece, bearing news that would de-
light the heart of the girl.
The sorrow and remorse of the last few days were all re-
lieved, when Ellen learned that Dorothy’s burns were not at all
serious. More than one heart was made glad, and all mystery
was solved, when she bade good-bye to her mistress and the
deaconess, and returned to abide by the rules of the school.
Gertrupe Wetrts, 1914.
MY FIRST BIG FISH.
We were camping that summer in a beautiful spot on the
Nissitissett, a little stream in Southern New Hampshire. Just
in front of our camp there was a very steep pitch down to the
river’s edge, so steep that the dock, reached by a long flight of
steps, was completely hidden from the camp itself. At the
time, I was a child of tender years—my age could be expressed:
with one digit—and my cousin was two years younger than I.
So, quite naturally—though it seemed most unreasonable to us
then—one of the camp rules was that Harry and I should not
go out in the boat alone. However, this didn’t say that we
weren’t to play in the boat when it was fastened to the dock,
and this became a favorite resort with us. We were ardent
anglers, and, though always self-appointed members of every
fishing expedition, our passion for the sport was nof satiated.
Accordingly, we stole down to the boat one morning, cast in
our lines, and eagerly awaited results. We had been thus en-
gaged for an hour or so, and had made our customary catch of
shiners and pumpkin-seeds—neither variety being fit to eat—
when my line was pulled in a most decided, businesslike way.
I responded by pulling back, and then followed a very evenly
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matched tug of war. I was in constant fear of losing the fish,
but finally I succeeded in raising him a foot or more from the
water, only to have him plunge back in again. ZThe momentary
view of him, however, had its effect on both my cousin and my-
self. Harry let out several excited shouts, and my great
anxiety to get the fish was overcome by wonderment as to how
I should ever get the monster off the hook if I should land him.
Straining every muscle, I pulled him out a second time, swung
him over the center of the boat, and there held him, flopping
for dear life. In response to Harry’s shouts, my grandfather
came running down the steps, just in time to see the fish flop
from the hook and land—in the bottom of the boat.
A fish story, to be complete, must needs have dimensions,
so, get thee behind me, modesty, while I tell the people that the
pickerel was a hundred and eighteen feet long and weighed
two and a quarter tons—for a fact it did.
From tHe Ecxo Box.
THE OLD HALL CLOCK.
The old clock stands in its corner there,
And looks down at me with a solemn stare ;
It plays with the firelight’s ruddy glare,
And its tune is measured and slow.
It has looked upon scenes that were filled with pain,
It has tried to cheer sad hearts in vain,
But those that were gone never came again,
And the old clock’s song was woe.
Then we knew a time when all was gay,
When sorrow and grief had passed away,
And wedding bells pealed a joyful lay
That the old clock seemed to know.
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But those were the years when the clock was new—
‘When it counted the hours the whole day through ;
Now are its stories far from true,
And still we are glad to hear.
Its face is stained and yellowed with time,
Scarred in places, and dulled with grime,
‘No longer spotless as in its prime,
In the far-off long ago.
The figures have turned from black to gray,
Like relies old, of a by-gone day;
The minute-hand, too, has naught to say,
For it’s lost, this many a year.
Yet the hour hand moves with a snail-like gait,
Unheeding the loss of its lively mate,
For some one still raises the old-time weight
For the sake of what used to be.
The pendulum moves with a graceful swing,
And talks to me like a living thing’;
It takes me back on Fancy’s wing
To a time when all was well.
So the old clock stands in its corner there,
And looks down at me with a solemn stare;
It plays with the twilight’s ruddy glare,
And its tune is hushed and low.
Awna B. Ricxon, 1914.
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Editorial Department.
“Undergraduate philosophy of life is an evolution. It con-
sists of three stages: the first is characterized by a sense of
calamity or fear as the student leaves behind the observances
and conventional creeds of childhood, held with unquestioning
and often unthinking assent. He begins to think for himself.
He enters an atmosphere of questioning and scientific discovery,
an environment in which facts come before opinions. His first
alarm is because he thinks he is losing his religion. He says,
like the prophet Micah, when the hostile Danites took away
lis images, ‘ye have taken away my gods * * * what
have I more?
“ His next step is often toward over-liberality. His god is
breadth of mind. He revels in his impartial view of men and
the universe. By turns he calls himself a pragmatist, or an
agnostic. His religious position is at times summed up in the
description of a young college curate by a bishop, who said the
young man arose in his pulpit with a self-confidence begotten of
fancied wisdom, saying to his expectant hearers: ‘ Dearly be-
loved, you must repent—as it were; and be converted—in a
measure; or be damned—to a certain extent.’
“The third stage of the undergraduate is usually in line
with constructive action. He begins to be interested in doing
something, and practice for him, as for men generally, helps to
solve the riddle of the universe. The best test of college theo-
logy or college philosophy is its serviceableness, its power to
attach the student to something which needs to be done and
which he can do. Many an undergraduate whose college course
has seemed an intellectually unsettling period has found him-
self upon solid ground as soon as he has begun seriously to en-
gage in the world’s work.”
It is always with a certain degree of surprise that we find that
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the thoughts and mental struggles that we have had have been
and are being experienced by countless other individuals in the
world. We are rather apt to believe that our personal mental
and spiritual experiences are something unique and unusual.
Therefore, it is something of a shock to us when we find some
older mind giving a clear anaylsis of our mental states, and con-
sidering them, moreover, as characteristic conditions of human
beings in general.
Thus in the above article from Clayton Sedgwick Cooper’s
“<The American Undergraduate,” a large number of us prob-
ably find a pretty accurate picture of our own experience; and
those who do not see its truth now will doubtless be able to at-
test its accuracy of analysis in a few years’ time. For it is
a very strange fact that, in matters of intellectual development
at least, few people are able to so profit by the experience of
others that they may skip over any one stage of evolution.
Such an article as the one here quoted is valuable, interesting
and helpful, and it is for these reasons that it has been set forth
on the pages of our college paper.
News Department.
FACULTY NOTES.
Born: On February ninth, to Professor and Mrs. Birch-
enough, a daughter, Dorothy Fairhurst.
VAUDEVILLE SHOW.
The Men’s Athletic Association is planning a surprise for
the students of the college and their friends. Start saving your
pennies now; only twenty-five needed.
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The number of tickets will be limited to the number of seats
in the auditorium. No standing room sold.
The committee of arrangements consists of Wood, Elmore
and Rosenblum. Read these names again.—Now you are sure
the entertainment will be O. K. The proceeds are to furnish
baseball suits and other adornments for the team which will
represent S. N. C. on the diamond this season.
The date, March 30th, 1912.
There is only one March 30th this year and only one vaude-
ville show.
THE SENIORS.
Three members of our class have left us, not to return until
June. Miss Florence Kelly has returned to her home in Utica ;
Miss Margaret Jones is teaching in Corinth; Miss Marion
Seully is teaching in Schenectady.
Some of the most important business of the year has recently
been completed at class meetings. The class-day exercises have
been discussed and the speakers chosen. The class historian is
to be Miss Le Compte; class prophet, Mr. Cook; class poet,
Miss Everingham. ‘The ivy oration will be delivered by Miss
Bennett; the colors will be handed down by Miss Schermer-
horh and the presentation to the Husted Fund will be made by
Mr. Fitzpatrick. We hope to have some surprises in store for
the audience.
Our Senior Psych class was entertained Feb. 23 by Miss
Edith Scott, 1911, telling us of her experiences in discipline.
We were all glad to hear what she had to say.
Miss Marion Lawrence has returned to college after a brief
illness.
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HOUSEHOLD ECONOMICS.
FresHmMan Crass.
Miss Haze! Bennett spent the week-end of Feb. 9-12 in Johns-
town.
Miss Genevieve Lonergan spent Feb. 21-27 in New York.
Miss Dorothy Rogers spent Feb. 23-26 with her parents in
Granville.
CONTRIBUTORS’ CLUB.
Although the last few meetings of the club have been rather
short they have been regular, and fairly well attended. On
January 19, three papers were read: A short story, ‘‘ Accessory
Before the Fact,” by Elizabeth Scott; a philosophical essay,
“General Tendencies,’ by Ballard L. Bowen; and a short
story, “ The Transfiguration of Sara Conrad,” by Naomi M.
Howells.
On the afternoon of February 9, three more papers appeared:
A short story, “ A Change of Deal,” by Harold W. Goewey; by
Gerald S. Pratt, the first two scenes of a problem drama, as yet
unnamed; and verse by Anna A. Boochever, called “ A Plea
for the Children.”
At the meeting held February 16, Wordsworth D. Williams
and Rachel A. Griswold each read two pieces of verse; those of
the former were entitled “ Ad Infinitum” and “A Little But-
tereup ;” of the latter, “ Mammy’s Lullaby” and “ My Baby.”
Also a short story was read by J. Harry Ward, “ A Lesson of
Fall”
On February 23 only two papers were read on account of the
short time available for a meeting. A short story from real
life, “ The Boy,” by Jessie E. Luck, and an essay, “ Immor-
tality,” by David Allison.
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Y. W. C. A. NOTES.
February 5 Wilbur J. Smith, a student volunteer secretary,
gave a very interesting account of the mission work in foreign
fields and especially in India, impressing upon us the great need
for action.
February 14 the topic of the meeting, “ What is Religion ?”
was well developed by Mabel Thomson as leader.
February 21 Florence Chase spoke on “ Things that are
Worth While,” and Y. W. C. A. was mentioned as one.
February 28, “ Aims of Life and Their Value,” were dis-
cussed by Christie Wait.
ATHLETIC ASSOCIATION.
The basketball season recently concluded was the most suc-
cessful one that S. N. C. has yet enjoyed. Four games were
won, one lost and one tied. The latter was played against the
R. P. I. Freshmen at Troy and was not completed because a
hitch in the arrangements made it impossible to finish the game
before the R. P. I.~Pratt Institute game, as had been planned.
In the summary below, it will be noted that while the sched-
ule played was brief, it was made up of games with faster teams
than we have previously competed with successfully. This is
especially true of the Pratt Institute game. While this game
was lost the enthusiastic support of the student body and the
creditable showing of the team make it probable that more
teams of recognized inter-collegiate standing will be brought
here next year.
That the showing of the wearers of the purple and gold was
creditable on this occasion hardly needs demonstration, but
here are some statistics that speak for themselves:
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Final score—S. N. ©. 15, Pratt Institute 35. Points made
on field goals, S. N. C. 11, Pratt Institute 17. Score at end of
first half, S. N. O. 8, Pratt Institute 11.
Gamers Prayep.
Dec. 15, S. N. C. 10, R. P. I. 1915, 9.
Jan. 26, 8S. N. C. 24, Union 1915, 11.
Feb. 9, S. N. C. 24, Albany Medical College 14.
Feb. 16, S. N. C. 37, Union 19138, 24.
Feb. 22, S. N. C. 15, Pratt Institute 35.
Feb. 23, S. N. 0. 9, R. P. I. 1915, 9.
HISTORY IN THE MAKING.
Owing to the discussion of Current Events in chapel Febru-
ary 5th the usual meeting for that week was omitted. On Feb-
ruary 16th a well attended and instructive discussion was held.
The making of presidential candidates, especially as seen by
Mr. Dooley, was explained by references to “ political pathol-
ogy.”
Lineoln’s birthday was this year celebrated by the addition
of a new republic to the family of nations. The final granting
of the right of self government to the people of China is a mo-
mentous event, viewed from all aspects. To any one who had
not kept up with the newspapers the discussion was most bene-
ficial.
The recent departure of Secretary of State Knox for the Cen-
tral American republics—presumably to preach peace and
friendship, and the Monroe Doctrine—was characterized as
one of those acts of diplomacy whose purpose we may know
fifty years hence. Mexico has been assured by our Department
of State that we do not desire to intervene.
Coming to local affairs,—the rare occurrence of a governor
Tue Ecuo. 313
removing a sheriff in Syracuse was discussed. This seems to
be contrary to what are generally conceded as our principles of
local self-government. Another rare occurrence is the Brandt
ease. The explanation of this was exceedingly clear and in-
teresting.
Altogether the meeting was like all the others—enlivening,
instructive and interesting.
DELTA OMEGA NOTES.
On Friday evening, Feb. 16, the Delta Omega girls were en-
tertained by their president, Miss Marjory Bennett, at a Dick-
ens party. Each guest was dressed to represent some character
from Dickens’ novels. :
The following interesting program was given:
Reading—Letter to His Son, Miss Helen Odell.
Reading—Death of Little Jo, Miss Lois Atwood.
Reading—Sam Weller’s Valentine, Miss Ethel Everingham.
Incident from Dickens’ Life, by all the members.
Dainty refreshments were served and the evening closed with
a game and college songs.
Miss Elizabeth Schlieper attended the festivities of Senior
Week at Syracuse University Feb. 14-16.
‘Misses Kaemmerlen and Odell spent the week-end of Feb. 24
at Waterford.
Miss Olive Ely entertained at her home Friday, Feb. 23, in
honor of a friend from Schenectady.
KAPPA DELTA NOTES.
The following officers were elected for this term: President,
Miss Schermerhorn; Vice-President, Miss Boochever; Treas-
urer, Miss Rieffenaugh; Corresponding Secretary, Miss Wood;
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Recording Secretary, Miss Van Dyck; Critic, Miss Bristol;
Echo Reporter, Miss Knapp.
Mrs. Kenyon, Miss Schermerhorn’s sister, entertained the
House girls at her home in Red Hook over the week-end, Feb-
ruary 10-12.
We are glad to weleome Miss Marguerite Alberts as one of
our K. D. sisters.
The sorority girls were delightfully entertained by Miss
Pierce at her home Thursday evening, February 9th.
A toboggan party was held Thursday night, Feb. 16, after
which the girls adjourned to the K. D. house, where supper
was served.
Miss Evelyn Austin of Poughkeepsie visited Miss Knapp
‘during the week-end of the “ Junior Prom.”
PSI GAMMA NOTES.
Regular meetings of the sorority were held Feb. 4th and 18th
at the homes of Miss Helen Quick and Miss Edna Hall.
Miss Hope Duncan spent the week-end of February 24th
with Miss Mary Robbins at her home in Saratoga.
Miss May Marsden: has accepted a position as critic in the
Brockport Normal School.
Miss Charlotta Jordan and Miss Helen Quick spent the week-
end of February 24th in Cairo.
The last meeting of the sorority was made very interesting
by a discussion of Dickens’ life, and some of his best works.
ETA PHI NOTES.
Eta Phi celebrated her sixteenth birthday by an anniversary
dance, which was held on February 21. Because of the prox-
imity of that date to the birthday of George Washington, the
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Gym was decorated with red, white and blue. One of the most
interesting features of the dance was a large birthday cake,
bearing sixteen lighted candles. The patronesses were: Mrs.
Adna W. Risley, Miss Bishop, Miss McCutcheon and Miss
Mann of Schenectady.
The Misses Elsie Danaher and Louise Bentley spent a part
of the week of February 18 in Boston.
Miss Edna Burdick has been out of town several weeks visit-
ing friends in Cobleskill.
Miss Jean Holmes, who has been traveling in the South with
her mother, returned to her home on February 23. Miss
Holmes spent ten delightful days in Aikin, South Carolina.
On her way home she made a brief “ stop-off ” in New York
city.
Miss Edith Houbertz spent the week-end of Feb. 23 with her
sister, Lillian Houbertz.
Miss Marguerite Mann, a charter member of Eta Phi, spent
Lincoln’s birthday at the college. Miss Mann is a teacher of
History in the Schenectady High School.
Miss Edith Gilmore was in Schenectady for the Junior Week
festivities of Union College.
At a meeting of the sorority at the home of Miss Ruth De
Freest, on February 27, the name of Dorothy Fairhurst Birche-
nough was placed upon the Eta Phi Baby Roll.
Alumni Department.
Born: To Mr. and Mrs. Stewart Dockstader (nee Barbara
‘Samons, 05), a daughter, Sara Elizabeth, on Feb. 13th, 1912.
Edith Scott, 11, visited college on February 23d.
The engagement of M. Elise Seaman, ’08, to Harrison M.
Hoverbeck of New York city, is announced.
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Married: On Saturday, February 17th, 1912, at Aurelius,
New York, Miss Harriet S. Foster, 707, to Mr. Everett Hor-
ton Jedney.
Anna Quackenbush, ’11, is teaching English and Biology in
the Binghamton High School.
Miss Savina Horton, the oldest teacher in Westchester
county, died at her home in Port Chester on February 13, 1912.
Miss Horton taught for almost seventy years and was a gradu-
ate of the Albany Normal School.
“We'll tak’ a cup of tea, my dear,
For auld lang syne.”
The one hundred and eighty-two guests at the New York
Alumni dinner obeyed the spirit, if not the letter of the dear
old Scotch song. They gathered at the Hotel Majestic on the
evening of February 24th, 1912, to renew old friendships and
make new ones.
From five to seven Dr. Hannahs, the president of the Alumni
Association, Dr. Milne, and others received the guests in the
spacious parlors of the hotel and at seven o’clock all repaired
to the dining room to “feast and make merry.” The table
decorations were pink carnations and ferns. The usual college
songs were sung during the banquet and Dr. Hannahs, as toast-
mistress, introduced in charming manner the speakers of the
evening.
Dr. Milne was the first speaker and his topic was “ The
Present Day Trend in Education.” He spoke of the folly of
helping a child to the extent of depriving him of self-activity.
Dr. Husted’s talk had for its theme war-time memories, con-
nected especially with the College company.
Miss Bishop began by saying that it was her duty to strike the
note of sadness in their festivities. She then spoke of Dr. Ed-
ward Payson Wetmore, particularly of his last year of teaching
and the circumstances attending his death.
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' Miss McClelland expressed very briefly her high regard for all
the alumni present and her joy at seeing them there.
Mrs. Mooney explained the receipt for growing old pleasantly
and took as the basis of her talk the beautiful quotation from
Browning,
“ Grow old along with me,
The best is yet to be,
The last of life, for which the first was made.
Our times are in his hand
Who said ‘a whole I planned,’
Youth sees but half;
See all, trust God, nor be afraid.”
1G Montrose, 91, editor of the Cold Spring “ Recorder,”
recalled amusing eee of college life. He also spoke very
highly of the opus tal work done by the college.
Professor James Robert White of the Department of Peda-
gogy of the College of the City of New York, and the newly
elected president of the association, was the last speaker. He
acknowledged the honor bestowed upon him and spoke of his
love and loyalty toward the institution. He especially com-
mended the zealous and efficient work of Mr. Fred A. Duncan,
who has been secretary and treasurer of the association since its
organization.
The Alumni banquet seems a more pronounced success each
year and will always, it is to be hoped, prove a source of inter-
est and delight to all those who are graduated from the State
Normal Oollege.
The newly elected officers of the association are: President,
James Robert White; Vice-President, Mrs. C. Stuart Gager ;
Secretary and Treasurer, Fred A. Duncan.
The following are the members of the executive committee:
L. Louise Arthur, New York; Mrs. J. D. Dillingham, Elm-
hurst; Katherine V. Ostrander, Newark; Abby Porter Leland,
318 Tue Ecuo.
New York; Mr. A. G. Baleom, Newark; Amy B. Horne, Yon-
kers; Clara E. Stevens, Staten Island; William M. Strong,
Brooklyn; Clara B. Robinson, Port Chester; Mary E. Chase,
New York; Mary E. Hennar, Hempstead; E. Helen Hannahs,
Brooklyn; Lilla B. Burns, Jamaica; Justus C. Hyde, Brook-
lyn; James M. Easall, Brooklyn; K. Eloise Kinne, New York-
FROM MINERVA’S POINT OF VIEW.
‘My temples throb, my pulses boil,
I’m sick of song and ode and ballad,
So, Thyrses, take thy midnight oil
And pour it on a lobster salad.
My brain is dull, my sight is foul,
I cannot write a verse or read—
Minerva, take away thine Owl
And let us have a Lark instead!
(From the Greek.)
Years and years,—even centuries ago, a fickle Greek com-
posed these lines in his own tongue. He died, and many died,
who read this. One Thomas Hood translated it into English
verse, and he died. And you, too, who will read it, must die—
some time. We must all admit that it shows the greatest in-
gratitude to a goddess of wisdom, who has helped men on to
heights of learning, to retaliate thus.
‘I mention this poem here because many students have been
expressing similar sentiments right around these halls every
little while. The difference between these people here and the
ancient Greek and his friend, Thomas Hood, is that the latter
few were brilliant enough to make up this poetry, and the former
many are unable “so to do.”
It is indeed a fine show of gratitude. And after my extreme
Tus Ecno. 319
kindness, I cannot help wondering what has brought about this.
change in students. Is it this ?—that on receiving certain cards.
in paper-colored envelopes, they have proceeded to “ drive dull
care away?’ And these cards? Why, they are harmless look-
ing things, with perforations, some having more, others less,
and, as usual, “the more the merrier.” They were given out
to the students one day in February. Everybody went to chapel
assiduously for two weeks before the red-letter day, each time
with anxiously expectant face, and returned with peaceful resig-
nation on her countenance. But one day,—well, you know!
On the one hand was effervescent enthusiasm, culminating in.
supreme indifference, and the above poem; and on the other
hand, anger, vexation, indignation and grief, leading to stub-
born indifference or ambition to do better. And all for the
sake of a card!
I wonder who’s heard the latest figure of speech from the
Shakespeare class? They were discussing epithets abusive and
otherwise, and the “villains of the deepest dye,” all in the
“language of high courtesy.” They ran across a figure, part
for the whole, and after much thought one of the gentlemen said
it was Schenectady! I wonder why. Do you suppose he had it
seriously on his mind?
There has been quite a revolution in the minds of many
Americans. The first I heard of it was after the meeting of
some current events class. It seems that the first American of
to-day, the one-time idol of the people, has “ gone and done
it.” That is, he has actually shown himself broad minded
enough to change his mind on a matter of some importance.
Some one said “ he is talked of more than any other fifty mil-
lions of men in the United States.” (Notice the joke in the
word “other?’) Well, poor Teddy! He has come into the
limelight again and people are afraid of him, else they wouldn’t
talk so much. ;
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A few of the girls were discussing the coming election:
“ How are you going to vote, dear?” asked one.
“ In my new brown tailor suit with the fur trimming.”
And over in the corner a cruel young man grinned!
“Spite of his mamma’s appeals,
Little Ben bolts all his meals;
Then to show it doesn’t hurt,
Eats some nuts for his dessert.
Nuts and bolts, when in solution,
Build an iron constitution !”
This clever little rhyme comes from the tongues of some of
the Chemistry 1a people. Not all of the math. people are as
bright, however. The professor was going through a painful
proof and he came gloriously to a close, saying, “ Things equal
to the same thing are equal to each other,—therefore x == 0!”
“ All that work for nothing!” sighed a voice from the back row.
They are studying King Lear in Shakespeare now. Last
week the parts were assigned as usual, and the King pro tem
was laboring through his lines. At the urgent request of the
teacher he read and reread his part, and made himself quite
grandly ridiculous. Near him stood his Fool, grinning accu-
rately, to follow the text. Now the King was “ fussed,” and in
his excitement he trod on the toes of his Jester. ‘O, I am at
my wits’ end,” he said tragically.
The martyred Latin Methods class has revived the little
quatrain which I will quote below. They think it particularly
adapted to its environment (in the back of their Works of
Horace) :
“ All are dead who wrote it,
All are dead who spoke it,
All must die who learn it;
Blessed death! they surely earn it!”
Tue Ecuo. 321
In the Biographical History course they (meaning the pro-
fessor) have started a new method of teaching. It will go down
in Modern Education as the Conundrum Method. The subject
of the lecture, from the professor’s standpoint, is He. From
the student’s, the poor victim’s standpoint, it seems to be Who?
In a very eloquent manner the whole life of He (or Who?) is
told. It runs something like this:
“Now, it makes very little difference to us when He was
born or when He died. We want to know what He did. He
graduated from an Eastern college, and. became president of
a Western college. He was ambassador to China and Turkey,
and traveled in Europe. He wrote—but I won’t tell that, be-
cause you would know who He is. He made a great trip down
South and spoke in some of the Southern states. He —” well,
in skort He did a thousand and one things. After coming to
several different conclusions as to His exact identity, the poor,
guessing student rushes to the library and learns His name. I
suppose by arousing and stimulating our curiosity, this method
is most helpful, but it certainly is delusive, and elusive, as well
as vexatious.
Tf I were a student these beautiful spring mornings I should
be tempted to get up early in the morning and go away out into.
the country and enjoy things in nature. But from reports, I
think as always, the poor, tired things sleep on. One of them
said very poetically, ‘‘ When the morning star is still asleep, I
am,—too!”
Now, Minerva wishes everybody a restful, peaceful Easter-
vacation, and hopes that all will come back refreshed in mind
and body.
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