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Contenia
LiTerARY DEPARTMENT
By Chance
Studies in Point of View
The Start
Sonnet
Whitelaw Reid
The Mountain
A Ramble
Letters Home .
To Keats (a fragment)
EpiroriAL DEPARTMENT
New Year’s Resolutions
The Guiding Philosophy
Jokes Wanted
News DEPARTMENT .
ALUMNI DEPARTMENT
Agnes E. Futterer, '16
R. H. Kirtland
Clara B. Wallace, *14
Edith F. Casey, ’14
Grace Marie Malcolm, ’14
Francis W. Smith, ’14
Ella N. Hoppe, 716
. Gerald S. Pratt, °14
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VOL. XXII JANUARY, 1913 No. 5
Biterary Department
By Chance
'Y chance — yes, it was by chance more than
anything else, that I met him, this hermit
of the wood. I stumbled into his presence,
in my usual graceful fashion, over some twig or other.
There was nothing remarkable about him—just a
plain, khaki-clad son of the soil, his lips clapped
affectionately over an old corncob pipe, stove, I heard
him call it afterward, and his eyes dreamily scan-
ning space, or, perhaps, the plans of his unfinished
eabin which loomed up behind.
As I said, I stumbled on entrance, but with a
hasty blush regained my equilibrium, only to find
that both stumble and blush were entirely lost on this
man of the mountains. But, one thing was not lost
on me. That was the savory aroma of dinner well
under way. It allured; it coaxed; it nearly crazed
me, for I was famished.
I had been tramping all the morning through the
Indian-Ladder country for the first time—and had
fallen a ready slave to Nature’s glories. It was all
so wonderful,—that scene from Table Rock—I see it
now before me as on that day! The picture was
not one I could analyze, a tree here, a meadow there.
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It was a picture of beauty incarnate, interwoven with
the lure of tradition. But you have been there, have
seen what I saw, felt what I felt, “yet cannot all
express.” Perhaps, these words may recall for you,
too, a time when you were nearer Nature than you
had ever been before.
But I have wandered from my subject, and the
hermit, seated in deep thought before his cabin. His
gaze shifted now, until it fell on me. With an abso-
lutely unmoved expression, as if he had been looking
at me from the first, he said, ““ Howdy, friend; ” and
pointed at a large rock nearby. I inferred that he
wished me to sit there, and, with a similar greeting
took advantage of the proffered rock. With his
former deliberation, the hermit removed his pipe
from his mouth, gazed at it a moment reluctantly,
then knocked out the contents on his knee, polished
the bowl with the hem of his khaki, and returned it
to his pocket. With that, he arose and disappeared
within the cabin.
Left to myself, I took a rapid survey of my sur-
roundings. Not twenty paces distant stood a large
box, once the proud possessor of sundry kinds of
canned goods, but now graduated to the functions of
a table. At its side was another of smaller propor-
tions which, I inferred, played the part of a chair.
And—why, there it was, the source of that tantalizing
odor, a camp fire with a pot boiling merrily over it!
My ecstacy was cut short at this point by the
arrival of my host bearing an extra plate and some
bread. He set a place for me opposite himself, and
we soon “fell to.” That the mice had had their
dinner previously could not be doubted; but I am
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not prepared to say which of us fared the better.
Nevertheless, their consideration was to be com-
mended inasmuch as they had left two of everything
except the crackers. Of these, unfortunately, there
was one, which my host politely proffered me, but I
insisted upon his having it, inasmuch as he and not I
had found it among the crumbs. The soup appealed
to me. It really seemed as if I had never tasted
anything more delicious—and, too, of this I was sure
the mice had had no share. I was always selfish.
During the course of the dinner, or “ grub,” we
maintained silence—a silence, unbroken, save for the
wood sounds: the breaking of a twig, as some inquisi-
tive chipmunk ventured too far out in his effort to
see the company; or the pleading notes of the blue-
bird to the capricious lady of his heart.
I looked at the hermit, but his thoughts were far
away. Perhaps—I wondered idly—perhaps he, too,
was listening to the woodfolk, and understanding
their talk as I so longed to. Then, as if in answer to
my thoughts, he murmured: ‘ Guess God must have
meant me to live here in these woods, and be pals
with the birds and squirrels. Somehow they all seem
to talk to me, and tell me their troubles as I tell
them mine. Never a bit lonesome here with them
for company,—for it’s our home, you see, their’s and
mine.”
The hermit rambled on in his dreamy fashion,
telling me of his life, his and the birds, of the quaint
little dramas he had seen enacted in the forest—
love scenes with happy endings, and with tragic.
Then he told me where the birds built their nests,
and how; of the butterflies and the insects, the
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trees, mosses, and ferns — all priceless wood-lore.
For it was his home, you see, and he loved it.
And so I left him. But, as I rounded the first
bend in the trail, I turned for a last fleeting look.
He still sat there among his woodfolk dreaming,
while the slender, curling wisps of smoke rose from
his pipe, unheeded. He was a true hermit of the
wood. Aanes E. Furrrrer, ’16.
Studies in Point of View
FIRST SERIES
i
A new statement consists of a hitherto undeclared
predication upon any subject whatsoever, or of any
predication whatsoever upon a hitherto undiscussed
topic.
Minors:
New subjects and new predications have appeared
from time to time, and further new subjects and new
assertions are likely to appear in the future.
Plain-Clothes Deductions:
1. At any given moment it may or may not be
true that there is nothing new under the sun, but
the chances are always in favor of the newness.
2. Most new things come from new combinations
of old materials; they are none the less new.
if.
(a) An original statement, in science is the sys-
tematic declaration of the author’s experience of
phenomena or of his deductions from his experience,
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or of his deductions from the recorded experiences
of cthers.
(b) An original statement, in literature, is the
stylistic declaration either of (1) the author’s
experience, or his conclusions from his experience,
or of (2) the experience and conclusions of others.
Minors:
1. In literature, fancy forms as _ legitimate
material as fact; in science, the field is limited by
conventional systems: only such material may be
admitted to science as will serve to interpret the
behavior of given substances in given time and space.
2. The interpretation of science consists in the
discovery and statement of correspondences among
phenomena, and especially of those correspondences
called cause and effect.
3. Style is that quality of an author’s language
by virtue of which his words tend to reveal his
individuality.
4. To guard against duplication, literature
ordains perpetual copyright by the convention, Thou
shalt not plagiarize. In its enforcement, possession
is prima facie evidence.
5. Sciences are studies in orderly arrangement ;
precision of correspondence is their key. Arts are
embodiments of personality; emotion is their best
asset, with truth in second rank.
6. Given accuracy and adequacy, science cares
little further about the manner of its expression ;
literature, as such, is always vitally interested in the
method of portrayal.
Deductions:
1. In science, two men, or a thousand men, may
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originate the same proposition; in literature, the
man who invents a quotation is lost.
2. A scientific demonstration may be original
without being new; an original piece of literature
is pretty sure to be new.
3. Discussions upon works of art may be either
scientific or literary; it would seem that literature
would be the best response to literature, but a science
of art has values, perhaps even for the artists.
4. It is possible for one and the same person to
cultivate both science and art; to find no discord
between them ; to apply them both to the same theme,
with resultant symmetry of appreciation unattainable
otherwise.
ny.
An educative process consists of a certain limited
procedure of mental acquisition, inquisition, and the
application of results, especially under conditions
designed to hasten and direct these operations of
mental growth.
Minors:
1. The powers of acquiring and of investigating
vary greatly in their individual and their relative
efficiency during childhood and youth, and these
gradations of efficiency must be recognized in any
well-ordered scheme of school or college training.
2. The elementary school is the home of acquisi-
tion; the college exists, at its best, to stimulate
inquiry and generalization; the high school and
grammar school intermingle the two types through
a transitional period.
3. The application of knowledge to life fits every
stage, and is equally imperative all the way.
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4, Everywhere and always, the educative process
goes on within an individual mind; is a personal
experience.
Deductions:
1. There is no one “ best method” for a subject
pursued through a series of years. Methods of
instruction must vary with the individual, with the
subject, with the grade, with the institution, with
the community. At one age, memory and process
dominate; at another, analysis and comparison rule;
each in its turn best serves the educative process.
2. A college course aiming at or practically result-
ing in the acquisition of facts as its chief end, facts
of language, facts of science, facts of history, facts
of literature, is in dubious relation to the educative
process.
3. If there be one college method, it is the problem
method. The teacher’s problem may not be the
student’s problem. The mature student finds prob-
lems everywhere, and spends his days in attempting
to solve them. The proper function of the college
is little other than to furnish suggestion and
materials for the solution of queries which appeal
to the student as problems.
4. If there be a universal method, it follows from
the maxim-truth that every impression normally
demands an expression. But this is a law of mental
experience, a general principle of education, rather
than a definite method.
EV.
A public school is one of the agencies fostered by
society to aid the home in the educative process.
Minors and Deductions:
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1. Since, in a democracy, the intelligence of citi-
zens is essential to good government, the voluntary
and co-operative character of education has been
supplemented here by a more or less complete and a
more or less centralized control by authority.
2. This implies system. We have a system of
education.
8. A public school teacher is a person who is, his-
torically and theoretically, the assistant of a certain
number of co-operating homes in the process called
education. Practically, there is always danger that
the teacher’s eyes will turn rather in the direction
whence cometh her financial help.
4, The more strongly and practically centralized
the system, the greater is this danger, so that a
public school teacher sometimes becomes a person
who tries to do as well as she can what somebody
else tells her to do—somebody else next above in the
system.
5. If a centralized system of testing results is
maintained, vicious forms of mental parasitism are
likely to appear. Teachers and administrators are
not greatly to blame for this condition. They reason,
no doubt wrongly, that life depends upon a certain
conformity. Under these conditions, the educative
process may sometimes fail to educate. If we should
ever surmise that this has become the case in a given
locality, we must look first at the system prevailing
there; then at the ideals, the preparation, the per-
sonality of the teacher.
6. There is a fundamental fallacy in the theory
that good teaching can always be measured by exam-
ination. In the educative process, what we have
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acquired, in such form that it can be handed back
in words, is often of slight value when compared to
what we have become. Becoming is hard to ascertain
in cross-section. For that, we need a spiritual dyna-
mometer, and, perhaps, another department to
administer it, from time to time.
R. H. Kirrranp.
The Start
“There is my train. Good-bye, good-bye, every-
body. Have a good time. Thanks. Yes, write.”
I seized my suitcase, hand bag, muff, book, and three
Christmas presents that someone handed me the last
minute, and hurried for my train. ‘ Train for the
west, track six,’ shouted a blue-uniformed individual,
and I hurried up the cement steps leading to the
tracks, almost afraid that the train would just be
steaming out of sight when I reached the top, but
there she stood, her big headlight shining out
through the darkness, and the big engine fretfully
urging the start with her chug, chug. The conductor
good-naturedly hoisted my suitcase up the steps and
I, trying to look like a bored, indifferent globe
trotter, proceeded leisurely down the car to an empty
seat. Then as an experienced traveler should, I
placed my suitcase in the rack, hung my coat on the
hook, and produced my book, ready to become oblivi-
ous to all mankind, but, being a woman, I must
first look in my handbag to see that my ticket and
pocketbook were surely there. The inventory satis-
factorily accomplished, I came back to my book just
as the train began to move. Suddenly little thrills
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ran through me, I felt my cheeks flush, and my
heart pounded faster, for was I not this very night
on my way home? In three hours’ time I would see
them all again; and so, dreaming, my book fell
unheeded to the floor.
The Journey.
“Chewing gum, Hershey’s almond bars,”’ shouted
the candy boy. ‘“ All fresh fruits and candies. Nut-
bar, lady?” he asked politely. Ordinarily, I am very
fond of nut-bars, but a vision of what messy-looking
things they are to eat on the train prevented me from
buying, so I shook my head, and the boy passed on.
A woman bought some oranges for her three children,
and they were soon busy eating, each after his own
individual fashion. The one thing common to all
was the abundance of orange juice they extracted and
the disposal of the same about their persons.
Presently the lady ahead of me lost her ticket.
She stood up, shook out her coat, lifted up her bag-
gage, peered around on the floor, looked at me sus-
piciously and at last announced in a despairing voice,
“IT don’t see where it has gone.” A man with a
pocket searchlight came to the rescue, and there was
more peering and hunting until at last the lady found
it in her handbag, much to my relief, as I was begin-
ning to feel upset and to blame. After that I settled
down to my book and remained undisturbed.
The Arrival.
Hat, veil, coat, gloves, and rubbers, all on, one
hand on the suitease handle, thus I sat. Would the
train never get there? I peered out into the night to
catch sight of some familiar object as the train
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slowed down gradually. Almost home! I stood up.
With a great backward jump the engine became quiet
and I was out of the door and on the platform. Yes,
there they all were, and as they saw me, I tried to
wave my suitcase. ‘“ Well, how are you? Thought
the train would never get here.”
“ Hello, Sis, where did you get that hat?”
“Yes, we got your letter. You are looking pretty
well. Tired of course and hungry I suppose? Poor
child, you must have a good rest this vacation.” And
so on all the way up the street until we reached
home. Home! How my heart warmed as I looked
at it, so dear and beautiful to me. “‘ Be it ever so
humble,” IT hummed unconsciously as we climbed up
the steps. Crara B. Waxrxaocr, 714.
Sonnet
Bury me where the pale rose leaves will blow
Over my grave, tossed by the wilful breeze.
Bury me where the drooping branches of trees
Will cover the spot, that none in passing may know
That he who sleeps has given over the keys
Of life, forth on the Journey of Dreams to go,
To the land that is filled with light, to the land
where woe
Is a thing unknown, and the peaceful rivers flow
In a dream. Ah, my Beloved, again to meet,
Again to sit by your side and tell you all,
To listen, while gentle words of forgiveness sweet
Echo the music of birds in treetops tall.
So shall it be, Heart of my Heart, when we greet
Soul to soul, at the sound of the Master’s call!
—Enpitu F. Casey, 714.
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Whitelaw Reid
Last month there occurred the death of a man for
whom two nations united in mourning; one, because
of the loss of a distinguished citizen; the other,
because of the loss of an honored representative of
a nation united to it by ties of blood and language.
Whitelaw Reid, Ambassador from the United States
to Great Britain, truly stood for all that was best in
the American character. Although his death was
the occasion for widespread comment on his life and
achievements throughout the American press, it
seems especially fitting that the State Normal
College should honor his memory, not only as the
Chancellor of the Board of Regents of the State of
New York, but also as a representative American.
An “aristocrat by nature,” Whitelaw Reid was
preeminently a self-made man. He undoubtedly
owed something to the grit and determination of his
Scotch ancestors, but it is certain that it was his own
pluck, energy, and intelligence which won for him
so high a place in American public life. It is inter-
esting to note that Whitelaw Reid has been termed
lucky, because he was born in Ohio, which has been
ealled the ‘ mother of presidents”? for the reason that
all the Republican chief-executives since Lincoln,
with the single exception of Roosevelt, have claimed
it as their native State. Whether lucky or not in
his birthplace, it was not this nor the wealth or
influence of his family that gave the future ambassa-
dor a start in life. After completing his course at
Miami University in three years, young Reid became
a school teacher, which vocation he gave up at the
age of twenty to follow that of a journalist. It was
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in the latter that he won his fame, and with it he
remained connected until his death. Although he
began as the editor of a country newspaper in his
home town, he became, at the opening of the Civil
War, a correspondent of a Cincinnati paper, gaining
a national reputation by his report of the Battle
of Shiloh. After the close of the war he published
his Ohio in the War, which is considered an authority
on the subject. A few years later he went to New
York to become editorial writer on the Tribune, the
paper which was founded and edited by Horace
Greeley. When the latter gave up his position to
become a candidate for the presidency, his young
assistant became managing editor, and later owner of
the great New York journal. To have refused twice
an offer of a ministership to Germany is a rather
unique record, but Whitelaw Reid had wisdom and
foresight enough to do it, when he saw that the paper
which he owned needed his personal direction and
management. Later, he was appointed minister to
France, and he also added an unsuccessful campaign
for the vice-presidency to his varied career. In 1905
he was appointed to the diplomatic post which he
held at the time of his death. It was only last
October that his fine, dignified presence added much
to the honor of the dedication exercises of the New
York State Education Building. In December his
death occurred, and this month witnessed his burial.
Whitelaw Reid was not a popular man. He was
rather an intellectual scholarly gentleman. Through-
out his career as schoolmaster, journalist, and
diplomat, he preserved the attitude of a man who
is from the people, but not of them. Like Lincoln,
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he raised himself by sheer force of will, persistence,
energy, and intelligence ; but, unlike the latter, he did
not win the affections of his country-men. In his
later years, epecially, he became something of an
Old World type: it was hard to reconcile the
courteous, scholarly gentleman with the “ young man
from the west,”’ who might be supposed to embody
all the energy and pluck which Reid’s associate,
Greeley, may have connected with the type, when he
gave his famous advice, “Go west, young man.”
The reason for Reid’s comparative unpopularity
probably lay in the fact that his career, though
typical of an American, was not sufficiently spectacu-
lar to arrest the attention of his compatriots. He
was essentially a journalist, and hence not likely to
eater to public opinion for the sake of popularity.
As one of the commentators on his career has put it,
lhe “never trimmed his editorial sails to catch the
passing breeze.”
In the death of Whitelaw Reid, the nation has lost
one of its most valued and distinguished citizens.
Let us hope that some of his spirit of independence,
“ go-a-headitiveness ” and “ stick-to-itiveness,” as it
has been called, will remain to inspire the men and
women of America.
Gracr Martr Mazrcorm, 714.
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The Mountain
For eight years I lived almost within the shadow
of the mountain and, little by little, I grew to know
all its moods, which varied with the changing sea
sons. The mountain, with its two wooded peaks
separated by a steep narrow valley, through which
a miniature torrent poured in wet weather, lay
between us and the setting sun. Part way up the
mountain-side, where the pasture land ended and the
second growth timber began, a cape-like piece of the
woods stretched out into the fields enclosing a little
bay of cleared land. In this little bay, where its
light could be seen only from the mountain itself,
someone had built a stone fireplace, and often on
summer evenings I have lain on a blanket by its fire,
and gazed up at the blue sky with its many stars,
while about me were the night noises and smells of
the woods.
On a ridge farther south, reached by a winding
path from which tree-framed glimpses of the valley
could be had, the arbutus grew in late spring. Along
the same path later in the season we found the
pink swamp apple blossoms amid blackened stumps—
for once this part of the mountain was burned off,
and for a week, at night, we could see the glowing
lines of light creeping along the mountain-side till
they burned themselves out.
Clouds often hid the summit of the mountain
from the valley, and one time, when we were work-
ing on a never-to-be-finished hut in the little valley
between the crests, a rain storm came upon us and
fog-like fragments of clouds drifted among the trees
around us, giving to the scene a weird effect, which
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was not lost on the dispirited, water-soaked hut-
builders.
In winter before the snow had fallen to any great
depth we would climb the western side of the
smaller peak to gather the ground pine that we used
for trimming our church for the Christmas services.
There was nearly always at least a thin crust of
snow half covering the pine, and on our return to
the valley we always brought, in addition to our
load of green things, half-frosted fingers and hands.
In later winter when the snow lay deep, the little
woodfolk marked their trails upon it. Rabbit run-
ways crossed and recrossed our path, winding in and
out among’ the leafless trees, and around or over fallen
timber. Often we found a fox track, sometimes
with that of a hound beside it. But the voices of
the wood were quiet in winter, and only the scurry
of little feet in the thicket and the crunch of our
boots in the snow broke the cold, sharp stillness of
the white-clad mountain.
Francis W. Sirs, 714.
A Ramble
A more fascinating place in which to pass an
afternoon cannot be found than the realm of aged
and forgotten notebooks. They are a motley lot of
books, as they stand on the dark, old shelf of an
upper closet. Some are tied together in groups of
four or five, others in sets of two or three; but most
stand alone and seem complete in a single volume.
Let us open the one bound in yellow-orange covers:
with the gay paroquet perched on the front. Even.
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before it is opened, we are sure that it must have
belonged to a child. We are not mistaken. Lines
written in pencil begin anywhere and end in the
same order as that in which they begin. The use of
the hyphen was surely an unknown art. The large
vertical writing shows individual attention to each
letter, and the youthful writer must have screwed and
twisted his face and tongue with every motion of
the much cramped hand. What is it all about? It
begins, “My Travels in the Pacific States—
Montana.” Then, like a text-book of geography,
follow industries, productions, and descriptions of
places of interest. The parrot was a very appro-
priate emblem, we think, as we close the book.
‘Now let us untie these two books that are so unlike
in size, shape, and color; and find why they are
together. The little yellow one with spiders and
flies in a web suggests a tangle. The first page con-
vinces us that the spiders’ web was simple when
compared to the task of the embryonic mathe-
matician, for its first lines are thus, “Key to
Robinson’s Complete Arithmetic. Fraction Review.
Article two hundred forty-five.” There are many
finger prints and a great many stains from erasing;
but why the words, “ Thank you,” written in so
many places? If one were to venture a guess, he
might say that they were expressions of appreciation
from the troubled friends of the author. The last
page gives a clue to the red and green plaid com-
panion when it states, “To be continued in
Wolk El?
Here is a pretty book all covered with daisies
and labeled “Sixth Grade English.” It falls
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open where it will and we are delighted when
we read “Little Gluck stood by the window
watching the cataract, and as the setting sun
turned it to gold, he whispered, ‘Ah, if it were
only really gold!’” We read on and are sure that
there was joy in the writing of the story, “ The King
of the Golden River.” Then follows the story of
Evangeline, and again we lose ourselves when we
begin, “Once in an ancient city, whose name I do
not remember, stood a statue of Justice Ae
There are many other volumes that we have not
time for now; but when we see the collection with
the startling name, “A Literal Translation of
Caesar’s Commentaries,” we resolve that another
day we shall read parts of that along with notes on
“Experimental Psychology.” We are sure they
must be unique works.
Ex1xra N. Horpx, 716.
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Letters Home
January 13, 1913.
Dear Bess,
If you knew how I felt! But you don’t, so I
suppose you can’t really sympathize. But, Bess, I’m
dismal—horribly dismal, and disagreeable, and
despairing, and dewy, and everything else that
begins with d. T’ve been thus “ plunged in the
depths of dark despair” for sometime now—ever
since I saw the notice of examinations which was
posted last week. Of course, I knew exams. must
come sometime, but they were an evil I had hardly
looked for so soon, and me just back from the
Christmas vacation, with not an idea in my head.
I felt so disagreeable Saturday night that I just
couldn’t get down to business, so, after I’d fooled
away two hours on my algebra, and fallen asleep
three times over my Latin, I crawled into bed (about
11.30), and gave Editha a prod with my elbow, to
let her know that earth was still earthy for me,
even though she was airily floating through clouds
in her dreams. Editha woke up, and gave me one
of her childlike smiles, so forgiving and lovely. I
am coming to believe that Editha is too good a
room-mate for me —TI am so spiteful at times. But
that smile made me a little less disagreeable for the
minute, and when Editha said she hoped I wasn’t
sick, and seemed so anxious about me, I just hugged
her, and told her she was the nicest girl in the world,
next to you, and blew out my candle, and went to
sleep.
I haven’t told you about that candle, have I?
Maybe Dick has, though. Anyway, here goes for
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the story. You see, Dick and I went hunting around
in the stores when we got home Christmas, (we
always do hunt around, you know, whether we have
any money or not), and we found the dearest little
candlesticks you ever saw! Came across them “ all
onexpected and onlooked for,” as Samantha Allen
says, in one of the little out of the way book stores
down town. A queer place to find candlesticks, you
may think, but I imagine the bookman is a kind of
collector as well. The sticks are Dutch, the funniest
old Dutch blue and white that ever was. Dick was
delighted with them—you know how fond he
always is of curios—and I believe I lavished a num-
ber of adjectives like cute, and cunning, and dear,
and sweet (you remember the string I use) on them.
“ Dick,” I said, ‘ how lovely for a bedroom! I'd
love them, wouldn’t you? Even one would satisfy
me,” I said, fingering it longingly. Dick caressed
the other one. ‘Do you think so, Ted?” he said.
“ They wouldn’t go bad, that’s a fact.”
Well, we looked around the store some more, and
saw some funny old prints — but every few minutes
I kept going back and looking at those candlesticks.
I liked one a little better than the other, for it had
some little Dutch kiddies on it; the other had a
pretty little milkmaid on it, and that one Dick liked
the best. And every time I went off to look at a
book, I saw Dick go back and look at his candlestick.
And when we were going out, he said, ‘‘ One would
be nice for a bedroom, wouldn’t it?” And he
talked to me about them on the way home, and told
mother about them at supper.
Well, do you know—I went right down the next
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day and bought the one he liked so much. I already
had his Christmas present, the book on Greek sculp-
ture, you know, or rather, you don’t know, for you
dared to go away from home during Christmas vaca-
tion, and made Dick and me miss seeing you, when
we came “ traveling from miles around ” to visit you
and our family. Dick was mighty disappointed, as
I presume he has let you know before this. If you
don’t stay home and be good, when we come home
to see you, Editha is sure going to *‘cut you out”
in our two affections. Dick stops off every time he
goes through Albany, and I don’t flatter myself to
believe that I and the Soldiers’ and Sailors’ Memor-
ial are the only attractions, even if he does say that
I am the best sister a fellow ever had, and that the
monument is the finest he’s seen on this side of the
ocean. i
But where was I? I was buying the candlestick,
I guess. Maybe I was foolish, but Dick was the
only brother T had, and I thought I ought to please
him at Christmas time, even to the extent of two
presents. Besides, I felt rich, Uncle Harvey had
sent me five dollars, with strict injunctions to spend
it foolishly. That is just like Uncle Harvey, isn’t
it? Do you remember the dolls he sent us once,
directed “ To the Fairhaven Twins, to be broken as
soon as possible.” (The people don’t call us twins
any more do they? The way you’ve grown up, for
‘all the world like Alice in Wonderland! Only, on
calmer reflection, I will admit that your neck isn’t
as long.) Well, we kept those dolls for years, didn’t
we? You have yours yet, but Baby Peggy broke
mine this summer. Uncle Harvey said that when
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he was little, he always hated to be given Christmas
presents that were too useful, or that he had to take
“such blamed good care of.”” He made a vow that
when he was big he’d never give a child anything
that he didn’t want it to have the good of. So he
told me to be sure and spend the money foolishly—
he didn’t care how long it took me, or how many
times I spent it in my imagination, as long as I
didn’t buy anything I had to have, when I did spend
it. And so I put it all into that candlestick for
Dick. I heard Dick tell mother that they certainly
were worth the five dollars a-piece. The other
candlestick was sold when I got there — and you can
bet I was glad it wasn’t Dick’s that was gone!
Christmas morning I found a pretty good-luck
pin on my plate—Dick’s present to me—and he got
his book, of course. Christmas night I slipped up
to Dick’s room just before bedtime, and put the
candlestick on his table, and lighted a pretty white
eandle in it. The candle cast a soft, yellow glow
around the room, and made it look warm and
cozy—and the candlestick looked quaint and prettier
than ever. When I got downstairs again, Dick had
left the family group, but he returned almost
immediately, and pretty soon we all said good-night
and went off to bed. And when I got to my room,
do you know what I found? Why, there was that
other candlestick on my bureau—-and there was a
pretty little light-blue candle in it, lighted and ready.
Wasn’t I surprised, though? And just then I heard
a loud “ Well, T swan ”? from Dick’s room, and
I knew he had discovered his candlestick. I suppose
you are saying to yourself that you knew the story
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would turn out that way, when I first started—but
it was a real surprise to Dick and me, anyway.
Do you know, D’ve forgotten to feel disagreeable
since I’ve been writing this letter, and ’m sorry
that I left poor Editha back there in the first of
the epistle, with my elbow prodding into her, and
me as cross as two sticks. I’m sorry I mentioned
my fit of the blues, now, for I’m all over them, and
knew I would be, if I wrote to you. There are some
people who can cheer you up, no matter how bad
you feel, and if you can talk to them for a while,
you will entirely recover your temper. Of course,
a letter is talking on paper (or ought to be anyhow),
and it relieves the person who talks, even though
he doesn’t get his answer right away—and even
though he says the most unimportant things.
Of course, I haven’t forgotten the examinations,
but I feel better about them. I have done my work.
Still, you know how they do make your knees
tremble. I wish I could remember things for a
long time, instead of for just what my memory hap-
pens to wish. I guess I’ll have to have a system—
like the one Dr. Milne told about in his lecture on
Memory Training last Wednesday. I tried remem-
bering some of the things, but all I can recall is that
delicious stands for the date when tobacco was intro-
duced into somewhere or other, I don’t remember
where. I tried making up words to remember some
of my pet dates by, but couldn’t seem to get any
appropriate ones. Then I tried taking any words
I happened to think of, to see if I couldn’t discover
one that would spell some important date; but none
of the words I thought of would do for any date,
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past, present, or future. You see in this system,
letters stand for the numbers—that is consonants
do, and the vowels don’t count — and the appropri-
ate word that you choose to remember the date by
must spell the date—its consonants must.
I gave up memory training as a poor business.
Personally, I believe a thing must be understood, to
be remembered, and then, must have time to “ soak
in,” as it were. So I went to work learning every-
thing we’ve had in history so far, names, dates,
doings, and all. And I succeeded fairly well; in
fact, I covered three ‘whole chapters at one fell
swoop. And had no system, either. Yes, I have
a system, too! I’d forgotten, but I suppose this is
as much a system as anything—TI always get in a
rocking-chair, and rock, and sing the things over to
myself, on a kind of a tune.
I know now why I’ve been feeling so wretched
for a couple of days. I’ve just thought up a per-
fectly splendid reason. The Junior-Freshman
frolic was Friday evening, and they gave “ Blue-
beard ” for one thing, and I’ve been scared to death
ever since. It just about wrecked my tender young
nervous system, and I woke Editha up that night
by howling out that my hair was hung up on a peg.
She woke me and comforted me by telling me she’d
seen me comb it and knew it wasn’t false, and I
must have made a mistake about the peg. But then,
you see, she had a cold and hadn’t gone to the frolic,
and T hadn’t roused her to tell her about it when I
came in. So she didn’t suspect that I was dream-
ing of a marriage with Bluebeard.
Well, Bess, I really must close this touching
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tale. I’ve got to study. Write to Dick as often as
you can. I don’t suppose I need to tell you that.
He told me he’d stopped smoking to please you.
T’m so glad. I guess I didn’t mean what I said
back there about our waning affections. Good-bye
and love. Tuss.
To Keats (a fragment)
I sat with thee beside the calm sea shore,
Of thine own visions then I caught a glimpse,
And heard with thee the singing of the nymphs.
With thee I’ve wandered slow through forest dim,
Where fairy shapes to rich, luxurious rest
Invite that traveler whose wearied soul
Doth crave the rest which they will quickly bring
To him alone who doth their praises sing.
I felt for long thy slumberous touch
Of dark-hued pleasure softly reveling
In thoughts full-freighted with thine own
“ Melodious sorrow,” delicious as thy breath ;
In somber colored dreams and visions of an “ easeful
death.”
With thy yearning spirit have I felt
The evanescence of our too swift days,
‘“Where but to think is to be full of sorrow,”
Not the sweet sadness gentle music bears,
But deep, and full of “leaden-eyed despairs.”
Geraxtp S. Prart, 714.
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Tur Ecuo extends its gratitude to each one, in
proportion as he or she contributed to the success of
“The Tempest.”
New Year’s Resolutions
“There is too much said at New Year’s about
turning over a new leaf. Are the old leaves all so
badly written that we must hasten to forget them ?
Is the blank whiteness of the untouched page more
pleasant to the eye or more fortifying to the will
than those closely-written, underlined, untidy, but
familiar pages which make up the story of one’s
life?” To be sure, we would not hang on to the
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old and reject the new, but we would not leave the
old year with its trials, pleasures, and lessons with-
out a thought of what it has been to us. Was it bet-
ter than the year before? Each year ought to be
like a new step on the stairs, lifting our feet a little
higher. ‘‘ We ought not to live any two years quite
on the same plane. To be content with any attain-
ment, even for two days, is not living at our best.”
Time honored is the custom of making New
Year’s resolutions, and many a time do they furnish
the necessary impetus which sends us up. And we
would say that the making of them is a very prac-
tical thing. Practical? Yes, in so far as they are
the expression of the truest and best in us, and we
have faith in our power to carry them out. If in
former years we have broken them, and, as the new
year begins we break them again, as a child breaks
a new Christmas doll, then to make them is a most
impractical thing, for more than likely we have lost
all trust in their power to uplift. They are merely
superficial and should be shunned. Phillips Brooks
says, ‘‘ You have a rock somewhere in your soul and
that is the rock for you to build on. Dig deep, dig
well, dig till you find the proper basis of your own
strength.” Our New Year’s resolutions might well
be the shovel, if we were to make them in the true
spirit of the opening year.
“Listen to the Exhortation of the
Dawn! Look to this Day
For it is Life, the very Life of Life.
In its brief course lie all the
Varieties and Realities of your Existence ;
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The Bliss of Growth;
The Glory of Action;
The Splendor of Beauty;
For Yesterday is but a Dream,
And To-morrow is only a Vision;
But To-day well lived makes
Every Yesterday a dream of Happiness
And every To-morrow a Vision of Hope.
Look well, therefore, to this Day!
Such is the Salutation of the Dawn.”
The Guiding Philosophy
There is, characteristic of every mind, a way of
looking at life, a force which directs, a guiding
philosophy. The individual may or may not be
conscious of this his greatest possession, yet it is
always present and continually exerting its influence.
We are accustomed to consider ideals as exercising
this power which moulds character. Its name mat-
ters little. Ideals are images, sculptured by the
imagination, using as the material this directing
thought.
A person’s philosophy estimates for him the
values of things and, consequently, determines that
for which he will strive. ‘“‘ Where a man’s treasure
is there will his heart be, also.” The simplest acts
of one’s life indicate his goal, are evidences of the
values which he places upon things. Do we see one
eareless in his conduct, indulging in dishonesties
that are petty or otherwise, underestimating the
the value of honor and of truth? Perhaps his tres-
passes seem trivial to himself, to others, but oh, how
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clearly and sadly do they confess that back of them
something is wrong with the eyes through which the
individual is looking at life.
There are two great philosophies which influence
men — the belief that happiness is the aim of life,
and the faith in virtue as the highest good, that life
is only a means to an end and not an end in itself.
The first of these ideas was developed into pes-
simism by a Greek philosopher, Hegesias. He took
pleasure as his goal, and then proceeded to reason
himself into misery, thus: ‘“‘ Experience proves that
life affords more pain than pleasure, and that un-
alloyed happiness is a dream. Hence, the end of
life is not and cannot be realized. Life, therefore,
has no value. As a consequence, death is preferable
to life; for death at least procures for us the only
happiness possible to human beings, a negative hap-
piness consisting in the absolute suppression of
pain.” Such is the logical result which one must
reach who chooses pleasure for his goal and then
reasons about where he is going, but, fortunately for
the vanity for which they are striving, very few
ever do the reasoning. They set the goal and heed-
lessly scramble toward it, regarding not at all the
means. It is easy to detect these people. They
value success more than honor, dollars more than
humanity, pleasure more than virtue.
Now, when the aim of life is changed, when life
is regarded as a means to an end, when virtue is
considered as the highest good, everything in life is
changed. The philosopher cannot brand as pes-
simism this view of life, for virtue can be realized
only by the living. The moral idealist is never a
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pessimist. Success is not the more important con-
sideration, but the way in which we succeed, or fail.
The acquisition of wealth is subordinate to the use
of methods that are honest, and fair to our fellow
men. That happiness is sweetest which is not, or
should not be, annoyed by the stings of a wounded
conscience.
We believe it to be grandly true that life is largely
what we make it, and that we make our lives as we
develop our guiding philosophies. “ Asa man
thinketh in his heart, so is he.” Choose wisely the
goal, think thoughts consistent with your choice, and
the values which you place upon the affairs of life
will be identical with their real worth. Your acts
are only expressions of your thoughts. May God
help us to look at life as He intended we should, and
may conscience keep us true to the faith!
Jokes Wanted
Do you know any good, new jokes? Give them
to Tum Ecno. We'll tell you why. Do you always
look over the advertisements in your paper very
carefully? Do you think you would look more care-
fully if you knew that hidden among them were
jokes? We want you to read the advertisements.
Much time and labor is spent in obtaining them, and
we wish you to give your patronage to the reliable
firms represented. We are seeking to make the ad-
vertisements a greater source of interest. All
students are interested in something to make them
laugh. Therefore, we desire to publish some jokes
in connection with the advertisements.
Funny things are always happening around col-
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lege. Won’t you write them down and give them to
Tux Econo? We like the home-made jokes if they
may be truly so designated. The advertising editors
are Miss Katrina Van Dyck and Mr. Louis B.
Ward. Give the jokes to them, or, easier still, drop
them in Tur Ecuo box.
News Department
Faculty Notes
Tur ResienaTion oF Dr. Jones—A TrisutTe
FROM THE Facutty
As Dr. William V. Jones has, after a long period
of service, resigned his position in the New York
State Normal College, and has retired to spend a
well-deserved period of leisure in freedom from labor
and care, we, his friends and fellow-workers in the
Normal College, desire to express our appreciation
of Dr. Jones and our regret that failing health
should have caused him to leave us.
At the age of eighteen William Vincent Jones,
responding to a call for troops, enlisted, 1861, in the
Third New York Infantry. When his term of en-
listment, two years, had elapsed, he returned to his
home in Greene county; but later, in 1864, he re-
enlisted and served in Hancock’s Veteran Corps one
year and a half, or until the close of the war. Dur-
ing the first term of enlistment Mr. Jones’s service
was mostly in south-eastern Virginia, and included
a part in the battle of Big Bethel and also a share
in the defence of Suffolk, when that place was un-
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successfully besieged by General Longstreet. Dur-
ing the second period of enlistment his service was
chiefly in the forts around Washington and in the
Shenandoah Valley.
When the war was ended, Mr. Jones, returning
home, became a student at the State Normal School
at Albany, from which institution he was graduated
in 1868. After teaching one year at Kingston, N. Y.,
he was recalled to his alma mater, and appointed
teacher in the department of mathematics and book-
keeping July 12, 1869; and later adjunct professor
in the same department. For some years he was prin-
cipal of the high school department of the college
model school, and was also for a time professor of
German. In connection with his work in German,
Dr. Jones twice went abroad, spending some time
each year in Berlin, in order to perfect himself in the
language. When the character and aims of the insti-
tution were changed in 1905, a reassignment of work
had to be made. At that time Dr. Jones was placed
at the head of the department of commercial
branches, a post which he held up to the time of his
retirement.
A diligent student, a patient investigator, Dr.
Jones had from time to time collegiate honors con-
ferred upon him. The degree of Master of Arts he
received from Washington and Jefferson College, as
an honor; that of Doctor of Philosophy from Mc-
Kendree College, Illinois, as a reward for several
years of non-resident work.
As a teacher Dr. Jones has been exceedingly
thorough in his work. Truth arrived at by careful,
logical steps seems to have been the end and aim kept
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always before his classes. And seldom at the end
of a course have his students failed to do him honor.
Mr. Jones was married in 1871 to Miss Anna C.
Haynes, a graduate of this institution. Their family
consists of two sons and four daughters; all the
children except the youngest being graduates of col-
leges or universities, and all holding positions of
responsibility and honor. One of the sons, Dr.
Raymond Jones, having won his degree by post-
graduate work at Cornell, and having studied for
some time in Germany, is now an instructor at
Dartmouth College.
Singleness in thought, directness in speech,
modesty in demeanor, and strict integrity in all
things, are and have been notable characteristics of
this our friend who has retired from the College,
and we, his associates, are glad to express our ap-
preciation of the man and his work. Hence we
hereby
Resolve, That this minute be entered upon the
College records, and be published in Tur Ecno, and
that a copy be made and sent to Dr. Jones, with the
sincere wish that his later life may be full of peace
and comfort, with “leaf and fruit and blossom left
to mark the closing year.”
Curarence F. Hatz,
Margaret S. Mooney,
Mary A. McCrzrzianp,
Committee.
Albany, N. Y., November 18, 1912.
These resolutions were signed by every member
of the faculty.
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To accompany this expression of regard a gift
was provided by the faculty, consisting of a hand-
some silver loving cup, suitably inscribed. Clifford
A. Woodard, Mary A. McClelland, and Mrs. Mar-
garet S. Mooney formed a committee for procuring
the gift and for having the resolutions engrossed.
The resolutions and cup were presented to Dr.
Jones the morning of December 25th, bringing to
him surprise and joy. Owing to that trait of
modesty inherent in his nature, the good Doctor was,
in fact, quite overcome. The bright day, the beauti-
ful gift with the kind, true words accompanying it,
the new pleasure given to his wife and children; all
combined to make Christmas of 1912 a day to be
recalled with gladness by Dr. Jones and his entire
family.
Prof. John K. M. Barrie, who has succeeded Dr.
Jones, comes to us from Youngstown, Ohio, where
he was supervisor of the commercial department of
the city schools. He was graduated from the Uni-
versity of Michigan in 1901 with the degree of
B. A. In 1902 he received his master’s degree. He
has had practical business experience both in whole-
sale and retail business houses. Prof. Barrie is to
reorganize entirely the courses in business admin-
istration in our College.
Miss Marion S. Van Liew, a graduate of Co-
lumbia University, with a degree of B. S., is to
become assistant professor of home economics with
the beginning of the second semester. Miss Van
Liew takes the position left vacant by Miss Hunt-
ington, who was married in December. Mrs. Van
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Horn has been the substitute in this position until
the arrival of Miss Van Liew.
During the Christmas recess, Dr. Blue, Prof.
Smith, Dr. Hale, Prof. Birchenough, and Prof.
Sayles, attended the meeting of the Associated
Academie Principals of New York State, at Syra-
cuse. Dr. Hale read a paper on the ‘ Making of
Electric Lights.”? He was elected a member of the
Advisory Board of the Science Department of the
Association.
On February 8, Dr. Blue is to attend the annual
banquet of the Metropolitan Branch of the Alumni
Association of the New York State Normal College
in New York city. He is to be one of the speakers
of the evening.
Dr. Blue addressed the Brotherhood of St. Luke’s
Methodist Episcopal Church on the evening of
January 15.
Prof. Risley attended the annual meeting of the
American Political Science Association at Boston
during the Christmas recess.
Lectures
Irving Bachellor, a well-known author and lec-
turer, presented on December 16th a lecture entitled
“The Cheerful Yankee.” Mr. Bachellor is pos-
sessed of a charming manner and never fails to in-
terest his audience. His selections from his own
books were very delightful. He knows intimately
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the people of whom he wrote. To listen to his own
interpretation of their characters is to make them
become equally real to us.
At 4:30 on January 8th, Dr .William J. Milne,
president of our College, gave a lecture entitled
“Memory Training.” Dr. Milne’s lecture was
brimming with practical suggestions. He showed
us clearly the value of memory, and demonstrated
an interesting system of training.
Senior Notes
The class of 1913 is fast approaching its com-
mencement. With each passing day S. N. C. grows
dearer to all of us, and we work harder and harder
to make up for that neglected course in our fresh-
man or junior year —we play with more and more
gladness to atone for those few good times that we
missed when we were sophomores.
Some of our members have been substituting in
high schools in nearby towns.. Miss Katharine
Kinne taught geometry and Latin in the Albany
High School for a week, and Miss Amy Wood sub-
stituted in the Otego High School in the department
of English for several weeks.
Junior Notes
The junior-freshman frolic was held Friday even-
ing, January 10, in the College gymnasium.
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Junior WEEK
The week of ‘ exams” has drawn to a close,
But each jolly junior is fresh as a rose;
For now comes the week that was made just for him,
And you bet he’ll enjoy every day with a vim.
On Tuesday, a banquet, till then no one will dare
To eat a square meal — for Thursday prepare
To attend a reception — then the night of all nights,
Friday, “‘ The Prom.” to distance all flights,
For the music, refreshments, and all will outfly
All previous efforts.
Freshman Notes
On Friday evening, January 10th, the freshman
class was given a very pleasant entertainment by the
juniors. After a vaudeville performance which dis-
played great talent, the junior’s president, Miss
Atwood, presented us with our colors, yellow and
white. Dancing concluded a very pleasant evening.
Miss Carolyn Gauger and Miss Helena Frank
have left College.
The Echo Play
On the evening of December 13th, in the audi-
torium, Shakespeare’s “‘The Tempest”? was pre-
sented by the College students. The play was in
marked contrast to that presented last year, Ibsen’s
“A Dolls House,” but was no less artistically
treated. The drama gave remarkable scope for fine
work in its swift changes from stately magic to
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tragic plotting, from charming music to sparkling
wit and drollery.
A cast of the students who helped to make the
presentation of the drama so great a success was
given in the November issue of Tum Ecuo. Very
loyally and cheerfully they gave their best efforts to
the play. The artistic whole was the result of splen-
did training, co-operation, and endeavor, blended
with native talent.
The staging of the drama was extremely simple
and appropriate; one which did not detract from the
charm of the costumes by its own insistence upon
attention. Colored lights were used to very good
advantage in the scenes where magic and mystery
are the predominating notes.
Tux Ecuo is very proud indeed that a play of
such undeniable worth should have been presented
under the appellation of “ Tur Ecuo Play.”
Tur Ecno Play Committee wishes to express its
thanks to our president and dean for their advice
and aid in the recent production of “ The Tempest ;”
to Professor Kirtland for his most valuable services
as critic; to Miss Dunsford for supervision of the
dancing; to Mrs. Kirtland for musical composition ;
to those members of the industrial department who
were able to combine craftsmanship with art; to
each member of the cast; and to the faculty and
student body for their earnest co-operation.
Y. W. C. A. Notes
On December 17, the last regular meeting of 1912
was held in the High School chapel. The leaders
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of the meeting, Marjorie Davidson and Beatrice
Wright, gave an interesting report on the Student
Volunteer Convention at Ithaca, to which they were
delegates.
The Christmas sale of pennants, pillows, and
postal cards added a few more dollars to the Silver
Bay Fund. The candy sale will be held in the
spring.
Many of the College students dressed dolls at
Christmas time for the Rensselaer Street Mission.
These were on exhibition in the lower hall, and the
members of the Advisory Board acted as judges.
The prize, a Y. W. C. A. pin, was awarded to Mrs.
Halleck for the best dressed doll. Miss Burr re-
ceived honorable mention.
Newman Club Notes
The members of Newman were the guests at a
dance given by the Newman Alumni at the Aurania
Club on December 19th.
Miss Mary Lourdes Lynch has accepted a position
as supervising dietist in a Brooklyn school for
anaemic children.
The College Club
This organization held a regular meeting on Fri-
day afternoon, January 10, at which time it was
addressed by Prof. Walker. His talk on current
events was begun with a few remarks on newspapers
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and newspaper reading. During the time allotted
to him Prof. Walker discussed England’s protest
against America’s plan for the Panama canal, the
decision of the Supreme Court against the merging
of the Union Pacific, death of Whitelaw Reid, the
action of the committee of Congress appointed to in-
vestigate whether or not a money trust exists, the
conviction of the thirty-eight labor leaders, the
Balkan war, and the union of the Republican and
Progressive parties.
After the conclusion of Prof. Walker’s remarks
the minutes were read and approved. The recom-
mendation of the name committee was read by the
president and a discussion of a name for the organi-
zation followed, the name of the ‘ College Club ”
being chosen.
Prof. Kirtland will speak at the next meeting to
be held at the usual hour on Friday afternoon,
January 31.
Chemical Club
The first meeting of the Chemical Club was held
Tuesday, January 14, at 3:45 p.m. A constitution
was adopted, officers were elected, and committees
appointed as follows:
President — William G. Kennedy.
Vice-President — Samuel H. Ellner.
Secretary — Marion Wheeler.
Treasurer — Helen Denny.
Counselor — Prof. Bronson.
Librarian — Anton Schneider.
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Assignment Committee — Prof. Bronson, Samuel
Ellmer, Chester Wood, Hope Duncan.
Membership Committee — Samuel Ellner, Orris
Emery, Hazel Bennett, Harriet Brenzel.
The meetings of the club will be held the first and
third Tuesdays in each month at 3.45 p. m. in the
chemical room. All students who have successfully
completed one year of chemistry and who are now
pursuing a second year’s work in the subject are
invited to join this elub.
Delta Omega Notes
Delta Omega is happy to welcome the following to
her membership: Agnes Futterer, Gertrude Valen-
tine, Bessie Race, Mildred Fleming, Ruth Bayer,
Katherine Odell, Edna Albert, and Ruth Evans.
The Delta Omega girls gave a novelty shower to
their sister, Florence Gardner, on January 18, 1913,
at the sorority apartment. We shall be sorry to lose
her after mid-year’s, but wish her great happiness in
the future. :
Delta Omega will greatly miss Miss Crissy, who
is to take charge of a teachers’ training class in
Margaretville for the rest of this year.
Miss Ruth Bissell leaves after mid-year’s, also, to
take a position in Indianapolis as Y. W. ©. A. secre-
tary. The sorority wishes her great success in her
work, and is looking forward to her return to us
next year.
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We extend our deepest love and sympathy to Miss
Hortense Barnett in the loss of her father.
Miss Florence Gardner is to teach in Center
Morishes from February until June.
The Delta Omega “at homes” will begin after
mid-year’s, to be held once a month at the sorority
apartment, 2 Delaware avenue.
Psi Gamma Notes
Psi Gamma’s initiation was held in the College
gymnasium on Saturday afternoon, December 6,
1912. This was followed by a dinner at the
Knickerbocker. Mrs. Frear, Miss Norton, and Mrs.
Walker chaperoned.. Several alumnae were present,
also. The following are the new members: Marian
Chapman, Theodocia Dart, Lucille Hale, Marguerite
Cranphin, Dorothy Graniger, Harriet Ogle, Gert-
rude Blunt, and Clara Anderson.
Psi Gamma heartily welcomes Mrs. Douglas, her
new faculty member.
The Psi Gamma Xmas tree was at the home of
Mrs. Frear and Miss Morton, Wednesday evening,
December 18, 1912.
Kappa Delta Notes
On December 19th the annual Kappa Delta dance
was held in the College gymnasium. The decora-
tions were in Xmas colors. Supper was served on
the balcony. Dr. and Mrs. Hale, Mrs. Kirtland, and
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Prof. and Mrs. Douglas were the faculty members
present, and Mrs. Griswold and Mrs. Schmidt also
acted as chaperones.
Miss Helen Schermerhorn, ’12, spent several days
of the Xmas vacation at “‘ The House.”
“The House ” girls are very glad to welcome Miss
Edith Case to their number.
Miss Anna Kennedy will spend the next half year
as a teacher in the Gloversville High School.
Eta Phi Notes
On the evening of December 18th Jessie Cole
entertained the sorority and newly-initiated mem-
bers of Eta Phi at her home. Those who took part
in the program of the evening were Dorothy Tib-
bits, Mary Bradt, and Doris Smith.
During the Christmas vacation Sarah Trembly
visited some of our members.
Thursday, January 9th, the election of officers was
held at Esther Mitchell’s home. Our executives for
the coming semester are:
President — Jessie Cole.
Vice-President — Ethel Ziegler.
Secretary — Marjorie James.
Treasurer — Edith Carr.
Chaplain — Pearl Shafer.
Marshal — Doris Smith.
Econo Reporter — Geraldine Murray.
The members of Eta Phi extend hearty wishes for
a prosperous year to the faculty and students of the
College.
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G. A. A. Notes
At the regular meeting of the Association we de-
cided to have a “cut” and ‘‘ write-up” in the Year
Book, in place of a picture of the whole Association.
After the exams. the inter-class basket-ball games
will begin. In preparation for these the classes have
chosen the following:
Senior Captain — Hope Duncan.
Junior Captain — Gertrude Wells.
Sophomore Captain — Mernette Chapman.
Freshman Manager — Anna Lansing.
Basket-Ball
The Normal College five was defeated on Decem-
ber 20th, by “ The Middletown Five” of Wesleyan
University by a score of 48-21. The game was fast
and clean, the chief advantage of the visitors being
their excellent pass-work. ‘The College line-up was:
Anderson, left forward; Richards—Lee, right for-
ward; Pratt, center; Curtis, left guard; Bowen,
right guard.
The following games are soon to be played on the
home floor: R. P. I., 716, February 7; Williams,
715, February 21; Union, 714, February 28.
Aluuni Deparinent
The Metropolitan Association of the alumni of the
State Normal College will hold its annual banquet
on Saturday, February 8th, in the Hotel Majestic,
New York city. All the alumni are invited to attend
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this banquet. The president of the Association is
James Robert White, ’93, which is a sufficient guar-
antee of a pleasant gathering. The faculty of the
College is invited to attend.
Anyone wishing notices of the meetings of this
Association may inquire of the secretary, Mr. Fred
A. Dunean, Custom House, New York city.
Dr. and Mrs. William B. Aspinwall spent the
holidays in Albany and called at the College.
Helen Schermerhorn, ’12, of Schoharie, and
Henrietta Fitch, ’?11, of Tuxedo Park, visited friends
here on their way home for the Christmas vacation.
Bettina Leicht, ’12, is teaching domestic art in the
New York State School of Agriculture at Morris-
ville, N. Y.
Jean Hoag, H. E. 712, is teaching domestic
science in Ashtabula, Ohio.
Genevieve Crissey, ’96, who has been taking spe-
cial work at College for her A. B. degree, expects to
leave sometime during the latter part of February
to take charge of the training class in Margaretville,
N.Y.
Gertrude Hakes, H. E. 712, is teaching in Hart-
ford; N.Y.
Lucille Wyman, H. E. 712, is teaching domestic
science in her home town, Granville, N. Y.
Ethel Anderson, ’12, who is teaching in James-
burg, N. J., visited College, January 8, 1913.
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Mary Lynch, H. E. 712, is teaching in New York
city.
Mae G. Kenny, ’10, is teaching in the Watervliet
High School.
Mr. Howard Dabney, ’12, and Miss Alva Venton
were married on December 23, 1912, in Watertown,
N.Y. Mr. Dabney is principal of the high school in
Otego, N. Y.
Miss Elizabeth Dietz, 06, was married to Mr.
Harry B. Hammon on December 27, 1912, in
Gloversville, N. Y.
We are in receipt of a letter from Miss Elizabeth
Stafford, class of 1906, who is, at present, teaching
in Austin, Texas. It may interest our readers to
know something of the experiences of a teacher so far
away, yet so near to us in spirit. We make the fol-
lowing extracts from her very interesting letter:
“After seven days on the San Jacinto, we landed
at Galveston where I was met by a young lady who
was expecting me. To my great surprise and pleas-
ure six people —one of them an officer on whose
ship I had sailed on the Clyde Line — gathered
around me to welcome me to this city, so typically
Southern, with “ darkies,” mules, tropical plants,
and odd architecture. The only trees are the
oleander, banana, and palm, as all others were
destroyed by the storm of 1900. Here you see much
sand and little grass.
“The young lady with whom I stayed took me
bathing in the Gulf — an experience that I did not
greatly enjoy. The girls kept calling ‘ come on,’ but
I was nearly strangled with salt water, which seemed
Boon, NET
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to be in my eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. Finally, I
grasped the rope in time for a big wave to send me
head first over it. I was glad to reach dry land after
that experience.
“On the way from Galveston to Austin, I missed
my train at Houston and so had time to see this
rapidly growing city, which seemed quite Northern
to me.
“Austin is attractive because of the university, the
capitol, and the beautiful homes that its citizens
have built. It has real hills and, also, real mud, in
which we wade after a rain, for sidewalks are rare
and cross-walks unknown. But you will perhaps
eare to know about the school in which I am
teaching. ‘ Kenilworth Hall,’ as it is called, is an
imposing four-storied granite building, formerly the
private residence of a wealthy sugar planter. It is
now a boarding school for young ladies. At present
we have twenty-two boarding students and fifteen
day pupils. Our daily program of work begins
when the rising bell rings at 7. We breakfast at
7:30. Each girl cares for her own room. At 8:30
the girls go out and walk until 9. Classes recite
from 9 to 1. Luncheon is served from 1 to 2.
Classes recite from 2 to 3:30. Gymnasium from
3:45 to 4:15 three days in the week. Every night,
except Saturday and Sunday nights, we have study-
hall from 6:30 to 9:30. Each teacher takes her
turn at this supervision. As we are affiliated with
the university the girls are obliged to work harder
than in many private schools. Once a year we are
inspected by the department of education from the
university.
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“T enjoy my work, which is in English and Ger-
man, although German is not at all popular here.
Nearly all the students take Spanish, as, of course,
that language is much used in this State.
“Christmas day was so warm that I went out in
the yard at 8 o’clock in the evening in kimona and
slippers to pick roses and violets to send to mother.
Everyone in the neighborhood was shooting fire-
works. It seemed like our fourth of July instead of
Christmas.
“Last night (January 1) we went to the gover-
nor’s reception at the mansion. Although there were
hundreds present that I did not meet, I had a de-
lightful time.
“T hope to visit San Antonio on April 21st, San
Jacinto Day, at which time they have the celebra-
tion called ‘the Battle of Flowers.’ I also wish to
see something of ranch life in this State. I have
heard quite a bit about it as nearly all our girls
come from big ranches. I have seen pictures of
beautiful homes sixty miles from any railroad.
“ Very sincerely yours,
“ Exizapeta L. Srarrorp.”
[The editor is trying to enlarge and improve this
department, and all contributions from the alumni
will be greatly appreciated. We already have par-
tial promises of articles at some future time from
Daniel Jordan, ’93, of Columbia University, and
from Wilber B. Sprague, ’97, superintendent of
schools in Utica, N. Y.
Many of our alumni live in certain localities, as
a manufacturing center, a western state, or even a
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foreign country, where they see and hear many
things which would be very interesting to us. Others
are engaged in various pursuits concerning which we
would like to hear as a matter of profit as well as of
interest. It would not only add much to Tur Ecno,
but would bring them in closer touch with the
present student body and with their own college
days, if they would occasionally write an article or
a letter for this department.— Alumni Editor. ]
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