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Poem—An Autumn Idyl (Dr. Geo. S. Painter) & 101
An Old Maid’s Romance (Helen Hilton Shepard,’15) 103
The New State Educational Building é a 106
The Naval Review : . . 6 109
Sunshine (Agnes E. Futterer, ’16) 5 4 3 113
Wordsworth’s Relation to Nature (Gerald S. Pratt,’"14) 114
A Shakespearean Play (Grace M. Young,’13) “ 116
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Poem — To an Autumn Leaf (Helen Hilton Shepard,’15) 124
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VOL. XXII NOVEMBER, 1912 No. 3
Literary Departinent
An Autumn Idyl
COME with me beneath the skies,
These glorious autumn days! Behold
How nature keeps high festival!
A golden haze fills all the wide
Expanse, and hangs o’er hill and vale
Like halos of the saints. low sweet
The cool fresh air, with aroma
From earth’s overflowing chalice!
The seasons have their utmost wrought,
That Ceres might their harvest board
With every treasure deck. The corn
And ripened fruits drop fatness o’er
The land, and designate the times
Of goodly cheer when Providence
Makes glad the hearts of men. All leaves
And grass of living green, from out
The sun have drawn the amber threads,
And woven, silently, a robe
Of erimson flame. The flowers that yet
Abound resplendent are in their
Most gorgeous hue. The trees and vines
And humble shrubs have clothed themselves
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With iridescent light, while all
The forests glow, like armies gird
With panoplies of burnished gold
Beset with sapphire, amethyst,
Jasper and every precious stone,
More radiant than ever shone
From breast-plate of high-priest, or from
The coronet of kings.
But see
The setting sun has lighted up
The world, as with a flame of fire,
Which, like a jeweled diadem,
Rests on fair nature’s brow. Its rays
Fill all the sky, and fleeting clouds
Stand sentinel to signal back
The mellow gleam and roseate tint
In ever new dissolving scenes,
Till earth and sky would seem to vie
In carnival of light. And thus
The day is crowned in robes of gold
And purple set with emeralds.
Abide yet while the eventide
Enfolds the world in darkening shades,
And lulls it gently on to sleep.
Sublime, enchanting is the scene!
The waving outline of the hills
Tremble on the far horizon ;
The cattle calmly rest upon
The glade; the transient birds have ceased
Their chirp and song, save here and there
The nightingale’s last note echoes
Among the dells; the brook ripples
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Merrily through the stilly hours,
And like a silver thread among
The gold, wends to the crystal lake.
And now the solemn pomp of night
Comes on in somber majesty ;
The moon and stars shed their pale light
And glitter like Golconda’s gems
From out the azure depths. Be still
With me and let our souls but feel
How good and rich a thing is life.
How wonderful! How beautiful!
—Dr. Grores S. Parnterr.
An Old Maid’s Romance
You ask me why I never married, dearie. Well,
I reckon I can tell you — maybe it won’t interest you
none. It’s just an ordinary, every-day sort of story.
There’s many a woman that could tell it. I didn’t
have to be an old maid, dearie. I’ve had plenty of
chances to marry, but— well, what I’m a-going to
tell you is why I didn’t.
It was springtime, and I was young, like you,
dearie, about eighteen. It seems so long ago. We
was engaged Silas and me —he gave me my ring
that Christmas — and we was to have been married,
come July. We had our little house all furnished,
spick and new —this same house that I’m a-living
in now. I loved him, dearie, and a woman can’t love
that way but once. And so I was happy, dreaming,
and fixing up the little house, and a-waiting for
July to come. But it never come for us, dearie. It
never come.
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The war broke out then. It had been brewing for
some time back, and the feelings of most was pretty
well wrought up; but I hadn’t taken much notice of
what was going on. I was too busy with my little
house, and my sweetheart, and my dream.
And then it come — the call for volunteers. Silas,
he thought he’d ought to go. He said his country
needed men that was young and strong. And I—
well, I’m a soldier’s daughter, dearie, but it was hard,
so hard to let him go. For a while it seemed as if I
just couldn’t. And then I saw my father’s sword
hanging on the wall, the sword he carried in the
Mexican war, and I remembered what my father
taught me. Nothing is too much to give your coun-
try, life, liberty, love, worldly goods; nothing is too
much, [I didn’t see it that way first along, but after-
ward, I was proud to say I gave my all. And so I
sent him to the war, and I smiled at him as he
marched away in his new uniform, but my heart was
heavy with fear. And he never come back.
It ain’t no use for me to tell about the weary
months of waiting and suspense. Every night IT
prayed God to bring him back to me — the recording
angel must a-been busy those days a-listening to
‘women’s prayers—but it wasn’t God’s will that Silas
should come back. His life was needed, dearie. I
don’t complain. Perhaps it was even an honor that
our sacrifice was accepted. But when the letter
come, telling how he had been shot on picket, it
seemed to me that there wasn’t anything left to live
for. The nurse that wrote the letter told me how he
sent me his love. She cut off a lock of his hair and
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sent it to me. JI found out afterwards that her
brother was killed in the same engagement; but she
went right on nursing the sick and wounded, and
writing letters for dying boys, in spite of her own
sorrow. There was many a brave woman in those
days.
Well, dearie, I could have married. There was
Ethan Dail wanted bad enough to have me. Mother
was vexed with me for sending him away. He was
well-to-do, Ethan was, and mother thought it was
foolishness to let such a chance go by ; but, somehow,
I just couldn’t bear to think of marrying Ethan.
I’ve been lonesome, dearie — when I saw the boys
come marching home with colors flying and bands
playing, and their sisters, and wives, and sweethearts,
erying for joy at seeing them safe home. But there
wasn’t any soldier boy for me to greet. And, some-
times, when I saw my girl friends married, and their
children playing about them, I thought of the things
that might have been. When mother and father
died, there was no one for me to take care of, so I
came up to live in the little house, with my dream
that never could come true. I’ve tried to live happy,
and do good to others, dearie, but they’ve been long,
long years, and I’ve grown old — I’ve grown old all
alone. But, somehow, I feel as if I’d done better to
be true to Silas, lying in his lonely grave, than to be
a wife to Ethan Dail.
Heren Hitron Sueparp. 715.
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The New State Education Building
The new Education Building stands for the con-
solidation of the educational interests of our Empire
State. A theoretical union was established in 1904
by the consolidation of the Board of Regents and the
Department of Public Instruction. Soon after, steps
were taken to provide for an actual union in these
interests, by the erection of one building to shelter
all the various divisions of the Education Depart-
ment. From the first public consideration of such a
building, in December, 1905, the work of planning
and construction has gone steadily on, until to-day
we see the finished product in the building which
stands near the capitol building in Albany.
The Education Building faces Washington ave-
nue and occupies an entire block. The main part of
the building is rectangular in shape, but it is en-
larged by a wing extending back toward Elk street
from a section just at the right of the center of the
main division. Thus the building is larger than a
view from Washington avenue would lead one to
suppose.
The front of the building presents a long colonnade
of white marble, consisting of thirty-four columns,
which give a very imposing and dignified effect.
When looked at obliquely, as the building must be,
since it has such a location that it cannot be viewed
in front from any great distance, the quickly van-
ishing perspective lines of the columns are impress-
ive and at the same time almost startling. In an
oblique view we lose sight of the large semi-circular
window openings which extend almost to the height
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of the columns, and further impress one with the
dignity of the building. We cannot refrain from
expressing a regret that the building is not placed
in an open space, or upon some high hill, where this
splendid fagade might be viewed from a considerable
distance, so that the perspective would not be dis-
torted. Unquestionably the building is crowded
into a space far too small for it.
Yet, when we pass inside, we are amazed by the
marvelous economy of space which provides accom-
modation for so much within the confines of one
block. Surely no smaller building would have been
adequate.
The first floor contains most of the administrative
offices of the department, which flank the two main
corridors opening to the left and right of the main
entrance. Directly in front of this entrance are the
principal elevators of the building. At the right
rises the main staircase, which is of white marble.
Ascending this staircase, one comes into a rotunda,
from which open three corridors, leading into the
reading rooms of the library. This entire floor is
occupied by the library, as is also the space below
the general reading room in the wing. Book stacks,
with a capacity of a million and a half of volumes,
fill the basement and first floor of the wing. Further
space for books is afforded by stacks in the center of
the building between the reading rooms at the right
and left of the rotunda.
The third floor of the wing is included in the gen-
eral reading room. Offices, the State Library School,
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and the library for the blind are found on the third
floor of the main division.
The fourth floor is almost entirely given up to
exhibition rooms for the State Museum. The offices
of the Science Division occupy the rather limited
quarters of a mezzanine floor between the third and
fourth floors. The auditorium is found in the base-
ment, at the Hawk street end of the building, where
it occupies two stories. Owing to the side slope upon
which it stands, this end of the building is higher
than the other end, and hence the auditorium is
above ground level and well lighted by twelve large
windows. ‘The economy of space which is effected
by the general arrangement is nothing short of mar-
velous to the mere layman who traverses the build-
ing.
The general color scheme of the building is white,
relieved by tints of green, blue, cream, and rose in
various rooms and with trimmings of dark oak. On
the whole it is singularly light and airy, especially
in contrast to the somber corridors of the capitol
building. We hope that this is typical of the en-
lightenment which this union of educational forces
is to bring to the citizens of our state.
From Tur Ecro Box.
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The Naval Review
On Sunday, October 13, when I saw in the news-
papers the pictures of our navy on the Hudson, I
made up my mind to take an early train for New
York. It was between one and two on Monday af-
ternoon, when I pushed my way through the crowd
on the 42nd street dock to the ‘ Robert Fulton,” an
old friend, and destined to take me to the review.
Once over the gangplank, I rushed forward to the
bow where I hugged the rail as a vantage point for
my camera. At that moment, however, a photog-
rapher’s outlook was as dull as the sky, and that was
sullen and grey.
But there to the north were the battleships,—grey,
cleancut, and grim against the leaden sky. Away,
and away the thirty of them stretched. Gay pen-
nants fluttered, and signals, swung up by sailors,
showed black. As I gazed, the love of might and of
conflict surged up, and I hummed a refrain that
flitted across the water. t
The “ Robert Fulton” was still at its moorings,
with the ships of war one-third of a mile away, when
the sun burst out, turning grey waters to blue. Into
the sunlight glided the “ Mayflower,” gleaming and
white. Past the grim cruisers, northward it shot,
and each monster of vertical masts and erect stacks
gave it a salute of twenty-one guns. From four
pounders in the prow, alternately from either side,
eame first a white puff—a flash— then bang,
wha-ang, as though the air were rushing into the
wacuum. Larsplitting performance, but great!
Somehow, it made me feel gloriously proud.
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Meanwhile, across the river, the armored cruiser,
“ North Carolina,” had been swung entirely round
by the tide. As we watched it, the ‘‘ Robert Fulton”
left the dock, and crossed the river, passing between
the ‘Washington ” and “‘ North Carolina,” on whose
decks a few sailors stood, In their truly “navy
blue ” uniforms, and their Napoleon caps, adorned
with gold lace, and worn “stern foremost,” the offi-
cers looked very fine. We steered among grey tor-
pedo boats about sixty or seventy feet long.
Finally, the great line of excursion boats was un-
der way. The boats were continually listing as their
passengers rushed from side to side to see the nearest
battleship. About four o’clock we were opposite
Riverside Park, crowded with people peering and
taking snapshots.
While we were steaming eight miles up the Hud-
son — for the great vessels were six or seven hundred
feet apart—we caught sight of the super-dread-
noughts, the “‘ Utah” and the “‘ Wyoming,” one and
one-half times as large as the dreadnoughts. Of
their mighty guns, only eight pounders gave salutes
louder, sharper in their staccato, than the salutes of
the other ships. The few cabins and great smoke-
stacks seemed crowded to make room for the huge
turrets.
After we had passed the last vessel, and when the
shores were less settled, and fewer apartment houses
loomed in the distance, we turned to start down the
river. For miles the white “‘ Mayflower” led the
way, and again each battleship saluted with a puff,
puff, bang! bang! As we neared 42nd street, we saw
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the “Mayflower” riding at anchor. I snatched my
telescope. On the bridge stood President Taft. We
made a half-circle around the ‘‘ Mayflower,” and
again I saw the President, his large figure the nucleus
of a talking group.
It was long after five when we reached the dock.
On the shadowy wharf taxies gleamed. But we were
loath to leave the boat, for we had caught a glimpse
of the naval float. In a small inlet, launches were
tied up. Between it and the fleet, others were puff-
ing this way and that, carrying notables.
That evening I went to Riverside Drive. There
I found a medley of lights and crowds, with an occa-
sional sailor. Mere outlines in yellow against the
black sky, the battleships stood. Strings of lights
showed deck line, masts, and smoke funnels; that
was all. More shadowy in the distance they grew,
the gold fading into the blue blackness. The night
was breezy and cool, and the waters rippled.
To see the departure of the fleet on Tuesday, I
had decided to board the “Clifton sightseeing yacht.”
At the dock, the only small craft was a vessel about
the size of an Albany and Troy ferry boat. This
was the “ Clifton,’ whose only claim to yachtdom
was lack of size. As we skirted Manhattan Island,
we saw the sterns of the Cunard and White Star
greyhounds at their wharves. Among a host of other
craft, engaged in a general race for the Statue of
Liberty, we saw the “ Mayflower ” on the port side,
and headed toward it. Rushing torpedo boats, each
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manned by sailors and a lieutenant, were continually
drawing up alongside the excursion boats.
“Stand off to the left, there!”
“Out of the way, there!”
They were trying to form an avenue for the fleet.
The “ Central R. R. of New Jersey,” a big speedy
craft, was shouted at again and again. When at last
it passed to its proper station, everyone yelled,
“ Get out of the way, New Jersey!”
Some of the boats anchored, but the ‘“ Clifton ”
would now steam a little, would now drift in the
trough of the sea, and in the rollers from the monster
ships.
At last, preceded by swift torpedoes, out of the
mouth of the Hudson, between the Battery and the
Jersey shore, appeared the first of the battleships.
Flash after flash against the murky city went up, as
each one passed the “ Mayflower.” Foam, dazzling
white against the grey steel, and clearly visible at
that distance, showed their speed. As the leaders
came within range, click, click went the camera shut-
ters. Soon we saw sailors lined upon deck, while
some at the prow were sounding for the depth.
Swing, swing went the rope, and then a great cir-
cling throw ahead!
When nearly twenty had filed by, the “ Kaiser
Wilhelm der II.” loomed up from the south, enter-
ing the harbor. Again, and again, the red and white
flag dipped, and the stars and stripes signaled in
turn.
Next came the gunboats, small and swift, then the
eruisers, two by two, lithe and long—veritable grey-
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hounds. Torpedo boats and torpedo destroyers, and
auxiliary ships completed the line. Grey against
grey, away they went to the southeast. The review
was over.
Wasn’t I glad that I had seen even a part of it!
Sunshine
It is one of God’s loveliest gifts—this sunshine—
a glow which radiates from some people, which fills
the world of its owner with happiness, and makes
that world the haunt of everyone. It looks forth
from the face, but it comes from the soul. We see
it in a smile, a glance of an eye, a single word. Sun-
shine is an indescribable something which makes the
homeliest, most insignificant mite of humanity, won-
drously beautiful. It is always there, can always
be counted upon, and it always heals. This is sun-
shine.
This sunshine of the soul is to me what the green
woods must be to the tired city man. He goes there
with the assurance of rest and is not disappointed.
The woods do not try to soothe, they can’t help it.
This balm for weary bodies is a part of them. The
birds chatter, unheeding his presence, but the trees
bend in smiling recognition, And he smiles, not
knowing why, yet feeling better for the smile. Then
he talks, and unburdens his weary brain. He
glimpses, now and then, a stray hare or chipmunk,
members of the wood family, and wonders about
their homes and their troubles. Suddenly, he bursts
into a merry laugh at some ludicrous antic of a
clumsy crane. He laughs, I say, but a half hour
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previous the cleverest comedian on the stage could
not have wrung from him a smile.
What was it, then, that has wrought such a
change? The woods, the smiling, healing, all em-
bracing freshness of the woods. And so, just so,
does sunshine rest me.
Aenes EK, Furrernr, ’16.
Wordsworth’s Relation to Nature
Understanding, love, and appreciation of nature,
these we expect to find in every poet. Some sort of
communion with creation seems almost essential to
the soul that is stirred by the profound emotions, the
vague questionings, the glimmering glimpses into
eternity that find utterance in poetry. The beauty
of the hills, the fields, the streams beckons the trou-
bled spirit, speaks to it in the deep voice of the
universe, and gives it of its own peace. The bud-
ding flower, the soaring bird, the murmuring brook,
all these become both questions and answers to him
who seeks their presence with an understanding
heart.
Probably few more ardent lovers, more deep-seeing
interpreters, or more profound dreamers of the
things of nature ever lived than Wordsworth. From
the pure delight in beauty expressed in the lines
beginning, “My heart leaps up when I behold a
rainbow in the sky,” to the hint of the deeper, richer
joy of understanding and communion in the lines,
“To me the meanest flower that blows can give
thoughts that often lie too deep for tears.” Words-
worth’s reactions to his surroundings seem to have
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run the gamut from ecstatic delight to the solemn
joy of philosophic thought. It is in this latter sort
of response that Wordsworth climbed higher and
delved deeper than many another poet whose love of
nature was as strong as Wordsworth’s own. To
Wordsworth, nature was not merely something the
beauty of whose forms supplied constant delight, not
merely this. In nature Wordsworth perceived a
wondrous unity, to be loved and understood as such.
Nowhere, perhaps, is this conception more clearly
shown than in his lines on “‘ The Simplon Pass.”
: “ Brook and road
Were fellow travellers in this gloomy Pass,
And with them did we journey several hours
Ata slow step. The immeasurable height
Of woods decaying, never to be decayed,
The stationary blast of waterfalls,
And in the narrow rent, at every turn,
Winds thwarting winds bewildered and forlorn.
The torrents shooting from the clear blue sky,
The rocks that muttered close upon our ears,
Black drizzling crags that spoke by the wayside
As if a voice were in them, the sick sight
And giddy prospect of the raving stream,
The unfettered clouds, and region of the heavens,
Tumult and peace, the darkness and the light —
Were all like workings of one mind, the features
Of the same face, blossoms upon one tree,
Characters of the great Apocalypse,
The types and symbols of Eternity,
Of first, and last, and midst, and without end.”
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A knowledge of this conception of Wordsworth’s
lets us understand more fully the significance of his
tribute to the influence of natural objects in his
poems.
Wordsworth’s love of nature was more than a love
of ‘ Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves.” It
was that and more. It was a love that reached up-
ward and through these things to the great Why
of the Universe. Grratp S. Prart, 714.
A Shakespearean Play
Again we hear talk of rehearsals and see industri-
ous studying of parts around our college corridors.
Perhaps this may arouse some curiosity on the part
of freshmen. The upper classmen know by experi-
ence that these signs are harbingers of “‘ The Echo
Play,” which is a yearly function. Since the seniors
first entered college, three Echo plays have already
been produced in our auditorium. The first was
“The Rivals,” by Richard Brinsley Sheridan; this
was followed by Goldsmith’s, “She Stoops to Con-
quer.”” Last year comedy was exchanged for serious
drama, and the production was Ibsen’s, “ A Doll’s
House,” which will long be remembered by those who
have heard it, as a play with a deep psychological
tragedy for its plot.
This year, the play which has been chosen is one
usually classed as a comedy in the rough division of
Shakespeare’s plays into historical dramas, tragedies,
and comedies. However, ‘‘ The Tempest”’ is not to
be classed among Shakespeare’s lightest dramas, such
as “The Merry Wives of Windsor,” or ‘ Midsum-
mer Night’s Dream.” Those who look, listen, and
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think will find in it a deeper significance than ap-
pears to the casual observer.
The play is one full of mystery and supernatural
agencies. In comparing “ The Tempest” with the
“ Midsummer Night’s Dream,” it has been said, that,
while in the latter man is made the sport of elves
and fairies, in the former man is the magician who
controls these powers, so that although both have
non-human characters, yet there is a vital difference
in the use which is made of these personages.
The chronology of the ‘‘ The Tempest ” is a matter
of grave dispute among students of Shakespeare. By
some, a place is claimed for it among the early com-
edies of the poet. Others have woven a very pretty
faney by making it his last play, and likening him to
Prospero, the magician, who, having accomplished
his work, lays down his magic and uses his mighty
enchantments no more. The simile is pleasing, but
rather too imaginative to correspond with facts. It
seems for more reasonable to believe that the drama
was written about 1610 or 1612, from four to six
years before the poet’s death, and also before some
of the great tragedies which marked the climax of
his power. In 1609, the ship of Sir George Somer
was wrecked in a tempest off the coast of Bermuda,
and a story of this disaster which appeared shortly
after was widely read. As we to-day have not yet for-
gotten the wreck of the Titanic, so in those days the
memory of a striking disaster lingered in the minds
of the people, and such a title as “‘ The Tempest ”
would immediately have aroused their interest. Who
would have been more likely than Shakespeare to
see the psychological connection so effected, and to
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take advantage of it? We are also helped in fixing
the date by an allusion to this play, which can hardly
be mistaken, in Jonson’s ‘““Bartholomew Fair” which
appeared in 1614. The poetic structure of “ The
Tempest” also classes it among the later plays.
There is a striking similarity of plot between
“The Tempest” and “ Die Schéne Sidea,” a Ger-
man play, whose author, Jacob Ayrer, died in 1605.
It is well known that Shakespeare borrowed most of
his main plots either from history or from some older
work of fiction. It is possible that “The Tempest”
was founded on this play of Ayrer, or that both orig-
inated from an older source. Each contains a ma-
gician, his only daughter, and an attendant spirit.
In each, the son of the magician’s enemy becomes the
magician’s prisioner through having his sword ren-
dered powerless by magic art, and in each he becomes
a bearer of logs for his mistress.
In “ The Tempest ” this son of the enemy is Fer-
dinand. About him and Miranda, Prospero’s only
daughter, the chief human interest of the play is
centered. Prospero’s love for his daughter is also
notable. Ben Greet says of these characters:
“Never father spoke more beautifully of a daughter,
few daughters have deserved more, few lovers passed
through so fine a test.”
The play is characterized by simplicity and dig-
nity. It upholds a serene and optimistic view of life.
It has been called a clear and solemn vision, the ex-
pression of Shakespeare’s highest and serenest view
of life.
This is the play which is to be presented by a cast
of our college students. They are loyally giving a
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great deal of time and labor to its study. Many
rehearsals are being crowded into a short time, and
the committee in charge hope to produce the play
sometime before Christmas. It will be presented, as
the other plays have been, with simplicity of staging
but with correct costuming, and, it is said, colored
lights will be used to add daintiness to the appear-
ance of the spirits who take part in so many of the
scenes. The Ben Greet edition of Shakespeare is
being used as a text and prompter’s copy. It is
really a somewhat abridged edition of the play, de-
signed for the use of amateur actors. By the em-
ployment of this text, the time of the play will be cut
to about two-and-a-half hours. The cast of players
follows:
Mionzo, King of Naples... 2.6.4 ices Mr. Rugg
Sebastian, wits sbrother sss seenci uel eyelets ..Mr, Orr
Prospero, the right Duke of Milan..... Mr. Hidley
Antonio, his brother, the usurping Duke
of Milan....Mr. Richards
Ferdinand, son to the King of Naples....Mr. Pratt
Gonzalo, an honest old counsellor. .Mr. Quackenbush
Caliban, a savage and deformed slave. .Mr. Goewey
Marin culo saeyester sia o)5 iii) 3120 VaRe eee sisus Mr. Bowen
Stephano, a drunken butler....4...... (undecided)
Miranda, daughter to Prospero...... Miss Griswold
Ariel, an airy spirits ..)60)6 lee ew ale 6 Miss Feeney
Tris —
Ceres —
Juno — \ Presented by spirits..... (undecided)
Nymphs — |
Reapers — a)
Grace M. Young, 713.
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Letters Home
Sunpay, Oct. 27, 1912.
Dear Dick,
I’m glad you are enjoying a week’s vacation at
home, but I’m sorry you had to be sick to get it.
You always were careless about getting your feet
wet. No, I’m not preaching. There’s not another
soul to tell you your faults if I don’t. Mother idol-
izes you; dad is too busy; baby Peggy is too young—
and the rest of the people think you’re handsome,
so you can’t expect the truth from them. Besides,
you didn’t need to write me about it if you didn’t
want me to know. If you are so “ all-fired foolish”
(that’s your own expression), as to get overheated at
a dance and then walk home in thin dancing pumps
in the pouring rain, you don’t deserve any pity. I
think you just wanted to get home for a week. To
tell the truth, I wouldn’t mind some little excuse to
get home, myself. And I’d give a whole lot for a
good dance.
Of course, we did dance at the Senior Reception,
but that wasn’t much, and it was a long time ago.
It was the only reception we danced at. JI don’t
suppose you really could expect to have dancing at
the Faculty or the Y. W. C. A. Receptions. The
Faculty are too dignified to dance. The Y. W. OC. A.
is too religious. But the Seniors are just regularly
jolly. Was it you who taught me that charming
verse, “The Seniors mind no law nor rule— the
Seniors simply own the school?” Well, it isn’t so.
They’re not that way at all.
Editha and I attended the dedication of the
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Soldiers’ and Sailors’ Memorial, the 5th of October,
at least we attended the crowd. We couldn’t get any-
where near to the monument. We couldn’t even see
the men who spoke. Some school children sang na-
tional songs and waved flags when they came to the
chorus. We saw the flags. The monument is beauti-
ful. If you don’t take too many vacations, you may
get where you can put up something fine like that.
But architects have to work, you know.
We did a little better at the dedication of the Edu-
cational Building the next week. They gave us two
whole days’ vacation so we could attend the exercises,
Editha and I managed, in spite of all the important
things we had to do, to attend two of those meetings.
We didn’t have any tickets, but Editha is thin and
T’m short — she squeezed through and I wiggled un-
der, and we got through the crowd beautifully. At
the dedication exercises we even got a seat way up
by the orchestra. An usher put us two seats ahead
of where our Faculty delegates were. Who says the
Freshmen aren’t the important part of the institu-
tion? Even a strange usher could realize our im-
portance by merely gazing upon our dignified counte-
nances. Our President and three of our Faculty
attended in their Doctors’ gowns. I learned a lot
about those gowns. All the delegates from the col-
leges and universities wore their gowns, and I saw
all kinds and colors of hoods. I’d never seen a Doc-
tor’s gown before, nor much of any other kind. I
suppose you’re feeling big now because you’ve worn
one. Well, I’m going to have one — and mine isn’t
going to be like yours either — not just a common,
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skimpy black thing with a little narrow B. S. hood
on it. I’m going to have a big, beautiful, brilliant,
scarlet gown like the Oxford Doctors wear. Then
won’t your eyes bulge! I shall look nice in that
gown, too. You know you’ve always told me to
“ stick to red, Ted.” I haven’t decided yet whether
Tl have a little, black, velvet cap like the State Chan-
cellor wears with his gown or not. That shape of
hat is all the style this year. I’d be able to pose for
the youthful Erasmus, if I had the hat and gown,
too. You know the picture in grandfather’s study.
I think nearly every minister in the country has that
picture of Erasmus, indulging in deep thought, and
just about to chew the eraser off his pencil, or rather,
the feather off his pen.
I wish I knew what I was going to be. You know
I always did want to be an editor like dad, but that
vision glorious is fast fading from mine eyes. Vm
almost, pretty near, plumb discouraged. Judging by
the marks I get on my theme papers, I shall never be
eapable of getting a job on a patent medicine booklet.
If I manage to get 80% for my general mark, I soon
get enough off to bring me down to 60 (or under).
Spelling, punctuation, order, ambiguity — and I was
quite an English star in High School. But “never
say die.” I’ll get there yet. I know where the
trouble is, I’m careless. I don’t pin myself down to
write careful work. But that ideal of mine is going
to pull me through —it’s going to make my brain
work faster and my hand slower. It’s got to stay
with me and help me. If it starts to fade away, I’m
going to grasp it with both hands, and then if it tries
to vanish, I’m going to chain it in my heart.
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So let the marks go low as they will,
I shall become a writer still.
(After I get my Doctor’s degree, of course.)
I’m not making any Christmas presents this year.
I can’t afford it. It is foolish for me to give useless
stuff to people who can buy all and more than they
want. But I am saving my pennies for some pretty
note paper and two cent stamps. I’m going to write
every one of my friends a nice Christmas letter, and
I hope they’ll do the same by me. Letters are the
one thing we can all afford, and they’re the one thing
we've all neglected. A boughten Christmas card and
an unpaid-for article don’t constitute a Christmas
gift, P’ve come to believe. So watch out and don’t
get into any scrapes, or your Christmas letter will be
nothing but timely advice.
Here I am talking of Christmas when it isn’t even
Thanksgiving yet. Editha and I have a calendar of
our own invention, showing how many days there are
left to Thanksgiving, and every night when we go
to bed we cross off one. Editha can’t go home, so
she’s coming home with me. Won’t that be lovely?
We can hardly wait. I do believe we’re children
yet, the way we act.
Well’ Dick, I really must say good-night ; it’s late.
Editha is peacefully snoring. She’d appear like an
angel if it wasn’t for that snore. It’s the one thing
that convinces me that she is really human. The
reason she is so peaceful is that she is easy in her
mind about her Latin. We worked together on our
Latin for Friday — spent two hours on it — had the
same translation. She got called on for a part we
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had right; I got called on for a part we had wrong.
She was complimented ; I wasn’t. She was so pleased
she came right home and did her Latin for Monday ;
I didn’t. See what a little word of praise can do!
But it was all chance anyway. If she had been
called on for the part I had, and I had had her part to
translate, things would have been just turned around,
and I might even now be sleeping peacefully, and
snoring.
Give my love to all the folks — every last one of
them — and write to Your loving sister,
———. Trppy.
To an Autumn Leaf
O, Autumn Leaf, that travels with the wind a-blow-
ing,
Where are you going? Answer, I pray.
What is your mission? Dancing and play?
Why have you changed your simple garb of green
For royal raiment that might deck a queen ?
Have you been stained within the crimson flood
If dying Summer’s blood ¢
Or has the paint brush of some artist fay
Clothed you in colors gay ?
The Red Leaf answered, flying with the wind,
“Tn my brief life, you may a lesson find,
No more content to dwell upon my parent tree,
The lure of dance and frolic tempted me.
Dressed in this brilliant garb, I leapt away
To join these whirling bands, who never stay
Their revels till, when the cold snow flakes fly,
Deep buried ’neath the icy drifts, they die.”
Herren Hitron SHeEeparp, 715.
DR. HUSTED
Photo by Kovar
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In Memoriam
Axusert Narsaanren Husrep
At Normal college to-day our country’s flag droops
heavily at half-mast. A white haired professor, who
in young manhood was quick to defend that flag, has
now passed away. This man’s life, lacking but one
year of four score, was a life full of service per-
formed with the promptness of the soldier and the
exactness of the skilled mathematician,
Tall, erect, keen of eye and firm of step, he fol-
lowed the lines of daily duty to the end. For only
three days was his chair vacant in the class room.
Dr. Husted has passed away, and Normal college
will miss him. Thousands of Normal college people,
no matter where they dwell, will, at the news of his
death, recall the fact that he did them good; will
grieve because they shall see his face no more. It
is well that last February, Dr. Husted should have
followed his custom of attending the annual gather-
ing of the New York alumni; well that he should
have given, not an ordinary after dinner speech, but
a recounting of the happenings at Fredericksburg,
Chancellorsville, Spottsylvania; should have stood
up there in the great dining-room of the Majestic
and fought his battles over again. Many years ago
there hung on the chapel walls of the old Normal
school on Lodge street, a framed document giving
the names of certain Normal school young men who
had died on the field of battle in the Civil War. All
of these young soldiers had at first belonged to the
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Forty-fourth New York Volunteers, the regiment
formed and drilled by Professors Kimball and Hus-
ted; the former going out as captain, the latter as
second lieutenant. Years passed on. The old school
found another home, on Willett street. In course of
time there appeared on a wall of the fine new chapel
a handsome bronze tablet, bearing the same names
that had appeared in flowing script on the framed
document of former days. This fine memorial was
a result of careful planning on the part of Professors
Kimball and Husted. Captain Kimball died before
the ideas took form, but Captain Husted carried on
the work, and freely did the college alumni send in
their contributions. When this piece of work was
destroyed ‘by fire, it was Dr. Husted who undertook
the matter of replacing it. Yet he was not alone.
He led, and again did the alumni come to his aid.
Thus, in the entrance hall of the college administra-
tion building may be seen an almost exact replica of
the former tablet.
It was a life long devotion that Dr. Husted gave
to the Normal college. Even in the later years, he
was scrupulous in his attention, not only to the actual
work of the institution, but to the social functions as
well. Frequently would he attend a prayer meeting
or a board meeting in the early evening, then hasten-
ing home, would appear a little later in evening dress
at a college reception. When Dr. Husted had com-
pleted fifty years as an instructor in the State Nor-
mal school and college, a reception was given him by
president and faculty, and at the same time there was
established the “Dr. A. N. Husted Fellowship.’
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Four years ago, on his seventy-fifth birthday, he was
further honored by the faculty by becoming the re-
cipient of a handsome silver loving cup, the presen-
tation speech being made by President Milne.
Dr. Husted was a member of the Madison Avenue
Reformed church. As an officeholder, he gave always
loyal support to its pastor. He was also greatly in-
terested in home mission work. For many years he
was connected with the Sunday-school of the Rens-
selaer Street Mission. In the early days he and his
young wife used once a week to entertain at their
home a number of the mission boys. Dr. Husted
was a board manager also of the City Tract and Mis-
sionary society and was highly successful in raising
funds for the organization. And he was treasurer of
the Home for Christian Workers, No. 7 High street.
Dr. Husted was firm in his convictions. He did his
own thinking, and what he considered right, that he
did loyally and well. It was one great element of
his success as a teacher that he led his students to do
their own thinking. He was instinctively a teacher
of right method, as was shown in his patient, logical
mode of procedure in the class-room. Honored in-
structor, valued fellow teacher, farewell! Many are
those whose lives have been enriched by your labors.
Farewell! Mary A. McCrerianp.
Albany, Oct. 17.
This article was written by Miss McClelland at
the time of Dr. Husted’s death, and appeared in a
daily newspaper on the day of his funeral. At the
alumni meeting in June, memorial exercises will be
held for Dr. Husted.
he Erhu
VOL. XXII NOVEMBER, 1912 No. 3
Board of Editors
J. Harry Warp 3 : i ; 3 5 Editor-in-Chief
Gertrupe WeLis .- 3 5 ‘i g : Assistant Editor
Grace M. Youne * a % : s . Literary Editor
Karnarine Kinng c a é 4 y Alumni Editor
Epira Carr ‘. . . . 5 = « < News Editor
Amy Woop . . : a 2 A . Business Manager
Karriva Van Dyck ie a
Louis B. Warp i r
FLORENCE_ GARDNER
Cuester J. Woop
Orrts EMERY . . . . . . . Circulating Manager
Advertising Department
. . = Subscription Managers
Subscription, $1.00 per annum, payable in advance; $1.25 when not
paid before October 15th; single copies, 15 cents.
Contributions and expressions of opinions are solicited from the stu-
dent body and interested alumni.
Address all business communications to the business manager, 82 N.
Allen street.
“Tum Ecuo” is published (monthly except July and August) and owned
by the students of the New York State Normal College, and is entered in
the Albany Post Office as second-class matter.
Entiorial Bepariment
May you enjoy such a happy Thanksgiving as
comes to one who lives the day temperately, and
places himself in that state of mind in which he can
count his blessings, and really believe that, “ God’s
in His heaven; all’s right with the world.”
The Echo Play
We are always proud to think, speak, or write of
this annual production by a group of our fellow-
students, trained by the English professor, and we
feel great satisfaction in designating it as “ Tur
Ecno Play.” Though regretting to admit that all
mortals are more or less selfish, in order to be “on
a=
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the safe side,’ we shall mention, in the first place,
that it will be worth your while to see this play, for
it will be enjoyable. Of course, the actors are
amateurs, but —now just consider for a moment —
when one sees an athletic game, which does he enjoy
more, a game in which some or all of the players are
familiar to him, or one in which the participants are
unknown, that is, are professionals, perhaps? Un-
less that person is a devotee of the particular sport,
a game played under the former conditions will be
much more enjoyable. Now, this is exactly the
case with this play. The actors are fellow-students
and you feel for them; their triumphs are your tri-
umphs, and their mistakes are your’s. It is your
play.
Then, again, the presentation of this play involves
a great amount of labor on the part of the cast and
the “coach.” The biggest reward that can be given
them is for the student body to make their production
a success. And, finally, the play is for Tux Econo,
and your college paper expects your support.
The Senior’s Book
“ Youth is the most precious gift of the Gods,” and
college life is the crown of youth. It is human for us
not to prize what we possess at present, and to yearn
for what we have not; but the future holds a time for
each of us, God willing, when these college years,
with their labors, pleasures, friendships, will be
tinged by the delicate brush of time until they ap-
pear as memory’s fondest, most beautiful picture.
And it will be then that such remembrancers as are
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found in a year book will be among our most
highly prized. possessions.
Seniors, when, after the lapse of years, you can
turn the pages of your book and. see again the faces
of the instructors, classmates, and friends of your col-
lege days, while every sentence you read draws out
some thread of memory, then, mayhap, for the first
time you will appreciate the book of your class.
But, not. alone to members of the class is a year
book valuable. College life would be mean, indeed,
if one found no interests save those of his particular
organization. Such a book is for every student in the
college.
Then, too, a year book is of worth now, for be-
sides containing new facts and interesting articles, it
provides for an orderly arrangement of general in-
formation. The book of this year’s class promises
well, and, in order that its importance may be esti-
mated, we mention in the following account some of
the things it will contain:
A memorial to Dr. Husted:
A short account of each of our faculty members.
The history of this institution and of each of the
classes now attending it.
A. literary department, containing specimens of
the best undergraduate work.
An. editorial department.
Individual photographs of every graduate in each
department,
A. list of ‘the students in every class, with their
addresses.
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Department devoted to the organizations of the
college.
Miscellaneous facts of general interest.
Jokes, “ knocks,” and novelties.
News Department
Faculty Notes
Dr. Husrep
On Wednesday, October 23d, at 10:30 o’clock, the
students and faculty gathered in the auditorium to
honor the memory of Dr, Albert N. Husted, a much-
esteemed and well-beloved member of our faculty,
whose death occurred October 16th.
Resolutions by the faculty, expressing sympathy
with the bereaved family, and high appreciation of
the work of Dr. Husted, were read by Dr. Richard-
son. Dr. Blue then read resolutions drawn up by a
committee of students. They expressed the greatest
love and respect for Dr. Husted, both as an instruc-
tor and as a friend. These were unanimously en-
dorsed by the student-body.
Following the reading of the resolutions, Miss Me-
Clelland read _a paper on the life of Dr. Husted,
treating on both the part which he played in the de-
fense of his country during the civil war and on his
personal relations to men and students. Mrs. Mooney
spoke of Dr. Husted as she had known him — as an
instructor and friend. Both Miss McClelland and
Mrs. Mooney were students under Dr. Husted, and
thus knew him when he was a young man. We, who
knew him in latter life, can add our testimony to
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theirs — that as he grew older the value of his per-
sonal friendship and his instructions never decreased.
Dr. Milne was the last of the speakers. He knew
Dr. Husted in a still different way from those who
had spoken before. Those things which he told us
rounded out the account of this splendid character,
so filled with kindliness for his fellow-creatures and
reverence for his God.
The memorial exercises closed with those songs
which Dr. Husted loved best: ‘‘ Tenting on the Old
Camp-Ground ” and “America.” And, as the stu-
dents left the auditorium, they felt that they were
better for having known Dr. Husted. His memory
is one that will long remain with the students and
faculty of the New York State Normal College.
Lectures
The college authorities will announce within a
short time the lecture course for this year. The
course will include lectures and entertainments by
men eminent in their respective fields, some of the
discourses being given by members of the faculty
of the college. The following will occur soon:
November 25—Prof. A. W. Risley, A. M., of the
State Normal College, on
“ Thanksgiving — the Historic
Home Day.”
December 5—Pres. Wm. J. Milne, Ph. D., LL. D.,
on “ Memory Systems.”
December 16—Irving Bachellor, “A Cheerful Yan-
kee.”
A complete list of lectures will be published in the
December Ecuo.
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Senior Notes
The *‘ Eternal Query” that is appearing in the
Senior Question Box is, “Why did Miss Venton
go?” The most plausible answer is given by Mr.
Dabney, who points in silence to the third finger of
the left hand of his lady.
The senior class is now much engrossed in its
Year Book. The board of editors is as follows:
Editor-in-Chief, Wordsworth Williams.
Assistant Editors, Amy Wood, Anna Jacobson, H.
B73,
Art Editor, William Richards, Industrial Dept.,
713.
Photo Editor, Edna Hall.
Advertising Manager, Frances V. Goglan.
Subscription Manager, Rose E. McGovern.
This Year Book, when completed, will be a splen-
did collection of college news and college pictures.
It is for juniors, sophomores, and freshmen, as well
as for those who are publishing it. There is no col-
lege organization which will not find a place in the
Year Book, and this fact alone should commend it to
your interest. The hearty support of every student
in our college will be welcomed, and such support
will make for college spirit and enthusiasm. Give
your order to some member of the board at once.
Senior Household Economics Notes
The senior household economics class held a meet-
ing on October 1st for the purpose of electing officers.
The following were chosen :
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President, Anna M. Jacobson.
Vice-President, Mernette L. Chapman.
Seeretary, K. Inez Drake.
Treasurer, Florence E. Weldon.
Reporter, Grace L. Cheesman.
Miss Margaret McLean entertained Miss Esther
Sill, of the Skidmore School of Arts, October 4-7th.
Miss Hannah Bray attended the wedding of Miss
Mable Dunlap, a former member of the class, at
Gloversville, October 5.
Junior Notes
The officers of the junior class, who were elected
last June, are:
President, Lois Atwood.
Vice-President, Ballard Bowen.
Secretary, Marjorie Davidson.
Treasurer, Naomi Howells.
“Eono ” Reporter, Edith Casey.
Miss Elizabeth Coughlin has left college on ac-
count of illness.
One of our members, Miss Clara Dater, did not
return to college in September.
We welcome Miss Gertrude Brennan as one of our
new members.
Everything would be quite slick,
Tf all would pay their class-dues quick ;
So, when you get your weekly check,
Miss Howells will be right on deck!
The juniors are delighted with the new form of
“ Tun Eono.”
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Y. W. C. A. Notes
The meeting on October 9 was led by the treasurer,
Miss Christie Waite. At this time the budget for
the year was presented, showing the financial condi-
tion of the association. Mrs. Frank Keller, a mis-
sionary returned from China, gave the girls a very
interesting talk on the afternoon of October 25. In-
cidents of her life in China and other interesting
facts formed the basis of an inspiring appeal for the
Student Volunteer Board, which she represented.
Recognition meeting for freshmen was held on
October 30. Members of the cabinet responded to
the words of the president.
The proceeds of the sale held on October 31 were
about twelve dollars. Your patronage this time was
greatly appreciated. We’ll see you again.
Newman Club Notes
Newman’s first business meeting was held at the
rooms of the president, Miss Austin.
An enjoyable dance was given by Miss Genevieve
Lanergan at her home to the members of the club
and a few guests. Buffet luncheon was served.
A number of freshmen were entertained at the
home of Miss Mary Wallace, October 25. “500”
was played and a luncheon was served.
Borussia Notes
A regular meeting of the society was held Wednes-
day, October 30, in the auditorium, ‘ Ein Knopf”
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was presented. Dr. Rudolf Bingen, Universitits
Professor, was represented by N. Pepis.
Gabriele, seine Frau.............. Miss F, Church
Dr, Karl Blatt, Professor... 2 06.4. E. B. Elmore
Bertha Maller, Gabrielens Cousine
Miss Anna B. Rickion
The successful presentation of this comedy showed
eareful preparation on the part of the cast, and an
appreciation of the spirit of the play.
Several German songs were sung from the new
books purchased recently by the society.
Girls’ Athletic Association Notes
At a meeting called for the purpose of electing
officers, the following were chosen:
President, Gertrude Wells.
Vice-President, Janette Campbell.
Secretary, Minnie Scotland.
Treasurer, Mernette Chapman.
“Ecuo” Reporter, Marguerite McKelligett.
During the past month we have had two associa-
tion walks. Instead of our proposed gym-frolic, a
picnic was given. About fifty members were present.
A fire was built and marshmallows were toasted over
it. (Doughnuts were toasted (?) also.) Games were
played and a general good time was reported.
The regular meeting of the association was held
November 4.
Tennis is over; basket-ball has begun. Everyone
is out! Freshmen, come and play! Try for the
team, and get all the fun you can from the practice.
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Delta Omega Notes
Compliments to the new Ecuo board on the de-
lightful improvements in our college paper!
The Delta girls were much pleased to see Dr. and
Mrs. Aspinwall at the college on Monday, October
Pals
The Deltas entertained a number of friends at an
informal luncheon in the sewing room on October 10.
Friday evening, October 25, the girls at the apart-
ment enjoyed a small dinner party with several
friends.
Literary Evening, October 29, at 2 Delaware ave-
nue, was in charge of Ethel Secor and Helen Odell.
The whole sorority spent a most delightful and in-
structive evening in listening to the program.
We express our deepest sympathy to our Delta sis-
ter, Mrs. Wm. M. Strong, in the loss of her father,
Dr. Husted, who was always a dear friend of the
Delta girls, as well as an honored instructor.
Kappa Delta Notes
Kappa Delta entertained a number of her friends
at a baby party on the evening of October 11.
The ‘“ House ” girls at 82 N. Allen this year are:
Nola Rieffenaugh, Amy Wood, Katharine Kinne,
Sylvia Rogers, Anna Kennedy, Edith Casey, Bessie
Barremore, Barbara Pratt and Helen Denny.
The sorority was glad to welcome so many of the
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college students and faculty at her annual reception,
held on October 26.
Miss McCutcheon was the guest of the “ House”
girls for dinner just before her departure.
Kappa Delta was hostess to a number of new stu-
dents Hallowe’en eve, at the home of Miss Rachel
Griswold.
Psi Gamma Notes
Miss Mae McHarg, 712, entertained the sorority
girls and their friends at an afternoon party Satur-
day, September 28, at her home, 289 Quail street.
Psi Gamma and a few of her friends enjoyed a sail
to New Baltimore September 21.
Miss Mabel Tallmadge, ’10, was the hostess at a
most delightful “kindergarten party” given at her
home, 51 Eagle street, Saturday evening, October 5.
Miss Beatrice Wright entertained some of the girls
at an informal chafing dish party Friday evening,
October 12.
Psi Gamma held her annual reception to the
faculty and students in the college halls on Satur-
day afternoon, October 26. Mrs. Walker, Mrs.
Decker, Mrs. Frear, and Miss Morton presided at the
tables.
The girls were assisted in receiving by several of
the alumnae members: Mrs. Hadden, Mrs. Livist,
Miss Cleveland, Miss Tallmadge, and Miss McHarg.
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Alumni Department
Miss Helen Bennett, ’?11, and Miss Florence Birch-
ard, 710, are teaching in Norwich, N. Y.
Miss Ella Watson, ’11, is teaching in Valley Falls,
Noy.
Miss May Chant, ’11, visited the college on Octo-
ber 21, and, while here, gave a short talk to the class
in Education, on the George Junior Republic, where
she taught last year.
Miss Millie Carteluke, ’11, is teaching in Roxbury,
NOY.
Miss Beulah Brandow, ’11, and Miss Esther
Trumbull, ’11, attended a drawing teachers’ confer-
ence at the college on October 26.
Miss Marie Phillips, ’11, is substituting in the Al-
bany High School, and is also teaching in the night
school.
Miss Harriette Worms, H. E. 712, is teaching in
Yonkers, N. Y.
Miss Jessie Folts, H. E. ’12, has a position in the
Beach Institute at Savannah, Ga.
Miss Esther Rafferty, ’11, is assisting Professor
Woodard in the biological laboratory of the college.
Miss Mary Ayers, ’04, has returned for an A. B.
degree.
Marriep,
Miss Elizabeth Bradshaw, ’11, to Mr. Charles Dor-
mandy. They are at home in Lansingburg, N. Y.
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Miss Frances Bissell, ’06, to Rev. Floyd Decker,
on October 22, in Triadelphia, West Virginia.
Miss Edna Stutz, ’08, to Mr. Sterling Coons, in
Hudson, N. Y.
Miss Jessie McKenna, ’10, to Mr. John A. Lam-
brecht, on October 17, in Albany, N. Y.
Effectively Affected
She came to him with tale of woes,
Affecting to be out of clothes.
Good-natured, he allowed that she
Effect her purpose easily.
She bought a gown that very night
And asked, if the effect was right.
He smiled, but with a weary will —
He was affected by the bill.
Jussip E. Luck, 714.
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Diner: “Oh, I happened to shift a potato and —
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About Dictionaries
Vacabularies in the school text are quite
inadequate, and a good dictionary is very
necessary. We are selling a good many
of the sixty cent books, but for a perma-
nent, down-to-date, complete dictionary,
personally recommend the
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ALBANY TEACHERS’ AGENCY
The following graduates of the Albany Normal College have secured good
positions this year through our aid: M. Berna Hunt (10), G. Emmet Miller
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Around the Corner
Otto R. Mende
3 Doors above Robin Street on Central Avenue
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