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Love and the White Rose, Lucy Teague, '20...... 3 Fairy Love, Hazel Dyer, '22...... 3 Hot Rolls, Harriett Sweetser, '20...... 4 The Lure of the Sea, Mae Greenlaw, '22...... 6 The Last Day of April on the Messalonskee, Lucy Teague, '20 6 The Light that Did Not Fail, Gladys Dow, '21...... 7 Grandmother’s Gown, Emma Moulton, '22...... 8 To Algernon, Retta Carter, '20...... 10 A Stormy Night, Vina Parent, '22...... 10 The Apple Tree Bough, Retta Carter, '20...... 10 The Adventurous Twins, Bertha Cobb, '22...... 12 To a Child, Beatrice Bowler, '19...... 13 The Easter Prayer, Margaret Rice, '21...... 13 The Way of a Maid, Esther Power, '20...... 16 The Soul of the Hyacinth, Catharine Bates, '22...... 18 Editorials ...... 20 College N e w s...... 20 Y. W. C. A. N o te s...... *...... 21 Alumni N e w s...... 22 The Seniors ...... •...... 23 1919 Dictionary...... 24
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Volum e 7 APRIL, 1919 N um ber 3
Love and the White Rose seated on an emerald throne, the tiniest of tiny fairies, Regina, was awaiting Love walked alone thru gardens where her court. Regina wore a robe of the June roses grew, the red, the gold, the finest cobweb lace ever made in spider- white. dom; her hair, black as the night, was A snowy bud with petals folded tight bound with a fillet of dew drops set in a To youthful Love seemed more than blade of grass; her tiny hands held her all most rare. royal scepter, a stamen from the lily. He plucked the rose, sweet fragrance Quickly and noiselessly, the fairies filled the air, grouped themselves around their lovely “I would that you were bloomed before Queen. The crickets, in the meadow, the night, chirped soft music for the revels, and 1 our perfect beauty still is hid from from a pond nearby, a frog gave a bass sight.” solo in subdued tone. Love sighed, then breathed upon the When all were seated, Regina rose, flower fair. and, in her sweet voice, addressed her Unhappy bud, ’neath kiss of Love’s courtiers. warm breath, “Fairies, tonight we must not delay Thou yieldest all too swift to his de lor ceremonies, for there is work to be sires, done. In the sick-room yonder,”—-with The petals round thy heart of gold a wave of her scepter, she indicated Jim unclose. mie’s room,—“lies our dear Jimmie. Un_ Fair Venus’ son swears fealty unto less we render fairy aid immediately, death. Jimmie will pass to the land of the Im 0 fickle Love, how soon he ’gins to tire! mortals. He is too young! He must live Thou’rt cast aside—, Love plucks with us for several summers yet. Has another rose. someone a suggestion?” There was a moment of deep think Fairy Lore ing, during which the waving grass In the darkening room, Jimmie teemed to listen anxiously, the passing F.lanchard lay on his cot, struggling in breeze became noiseless, and1 the sound the throes of typhoid fever. Bv his side, of the crickets died away. Then one of his mother and father were sadly watch the honeysuckle fairies rose, bowed low, ing, for the doctor had said that the little and said,— soul would soon pass to the angels above. “Most gracious Regina, Queen of the When the bluebell, in the garden be hillside Fairies, if we may be allowed to low the sick room, struck the midnight work our charms over the sick boy, I am hour, Luna, peering from behind the tall sure he will recover.” pines across the road, sifted down pale- “Go. It is my wiU that he be given gold moonbeams to wake the fairies. fairy aid, this night,” replied Regina., From the dew-laden honeysuckle, from Thrice Regina struck a nearby lily the velvet folds of the pansy, from the blade. The fairies rose, bowed, and, scarlet-tinged heart of the phlox and with a whirr of shimmery wings, flut the teetering cup of the poppy, came tered away to make ready their charms. troop after troop of fairies. All hur In a few minutes, unknown to the ried to the sheltered iris-bed, where, watching parents, Regina hovered over 4 THE COLB I AN A
the sick child’s brow. The honeysuckle ing summer they should work their way fairies bathed the hot, flushed face in cn a transatlantic steamer and surprise fairy lotion; the pansy elf softly fanned ; Dan’s people with a visit. the phlox gave gracious coolness; and It was soon after they arrived that the poppy bestowed quiet sleep. Soon the affair with the archduke became the fairies forgot their anxiety. Even known; and, in the excitement, think the parents noticed a change. Jimmie’s ing that it would not be more than a face became cool, his hands relaxed, and skirmish, they enlisted with the French. refreshing sleep give rest to fever- The parents of Dan’s companion re wracked body. cently received a Croix de Guerre but At dawn, Jimmie awoke, with a new Nathan Thompson did not return. In grip on life. While the Gracious Father a critical moment, when all depended was receiving the broken thanks of the upon the agility of one man, Dan and joyful parents, His tired messengers Nathan had stood side by side, Dan had were tucking themselves away in their shrugged his shoulders at the call and own little flower homes. Nathan went. But from this time on Dan Curtis changed. He bore silently the loss of his comrade and worked—some Hot Rolls thing that he had never done before. With appearance and a genial nature One almost imagined that the pass in his favor, he was soon commissioned erby could feel waves of joy accompany and, although another chance never the sound of laughter and music that came when he had to decide whether came through the windows of the large it was for himself, or others he was colonial house of the Stanfords. Nan respected and admired by his men for Stanford was home from her commence his conscientious work and devotion to ment, yes, she had a “sheepskin,” and duty. But the people back home looked wore a Phi Beta Kappa key. And what at Dan in the same way as they had be a different home coming than last com fore, as carefree and ambitionless. mencement! Tom had returned from “Well you haven’t changed much, war a month before, the shadow, which Nan,” “Nor you either, Dan.” had hidden in his room and other curi Somehow the conversation dragged ous places, had fled at his entrance. to-night; in their hearts they both knew His letters were snugly packed with his that they had grown older. He answered citation and warrant and the box tucked her questions about the war but made no in the dark recesses of the library closet. further explanation. At the sight of her It was hard to tell exactly what Mrs. old comrade, one thot quickly chased Stanford mused upon, as she returned another; she recalled the game “Colum from the task to gaze into the cheery bus” played on the ice pond, “Columbus” open fire. or the leader being the one who explored Dan Curtis, an old friend of the the most treacherous places, the May family who returned on the “Charles baskets and the frantic chase—his first ton” with Stanford, dropped in at eight call and their political discussion. that night to see Tom and, incidentally, “I suppose you have visited the Nan. It was now four years since he Thompsons. They hardly seem like the had seen her. He had entered Technology same family without Nate. How did it the year that she entered college and1, as £•11 happen ?” his father and mother had traveled Dan told the story in an off-hand abroad that year, had snent his vaca manner, praising Thompson and omit tions, as Dan expressed it, with anyone ting his own name, ending up with, “I’m who would have him. One of these mighty sorry, but if he hadn’t ‘gone friends had suggested that the follow west,’ it would have been a case of com- THE C0 LB1 AN A 5 ing back with a hideous scar on one side which was the pride of the equipment, of his face.” they started off. Dan Curtis flushed as he thought of They passed through stretches of cool his parting with Nat, the ball that had green woods, drank from the brooks at left its hideous path and entered the the side of the road that trickled their brain. He had told no one where it had way over moss grown stones. Their life lodged. It was just as well. He was be was as carefree as the bright butterflies coming unnerved by this conversation, that lit upon the wild flowers blooming but did Nan suspect it as she gave this in stretches of green, or as the clouds thrust? that floated in the clear sky above. At “A scar! wouldn’t anyone worship a night the horses were unhitched, the scar that had been got in sacrifice for bedding was placed on the ground, and the people back home? You’re just like they fell asleep with their faces toward you used to be in our childish game of the kindly stars. But rainy days come ‘Columbus.’ It was always some one in the best of summer weather, and they else that tested the strengh of the ice, were obliged to tent in the “ark,” as they and if all was safe, you sped on and stole called it. On these nights, sleep was im the glory from the unsuspecting leader. possible and it w'as then that Nan But at the crack in the ice, you were thought of Dan Curtis. afraid of getting wet.” She even confessed to herself that she Dan knew all this had been true missed his comradship a very great dea. enough once, but how hard he had tried And with one rainy day came cries of to change it; it hurt more than he would hunger mixed with the laughter. Only wish to have Nan know. He looked at one can of sardines was left. Marion her; it was surely the same Nan, it re Sibley, who always lacked money but called to him another happier time when never ideas, suggested that they should her face was flushed and her dark eyes ride into the next town, which was ten shone as they did now. This had been miles away, and by some means give at his Senior Academy dance. He had an entertainment, thus raising the been showing her a new step that she money for the purchase of provisions. could not dance, and thinking to tease In Sherman, a small town, the curious her, had laughingly remarked, “How looking butcher’s cart stopped at the much better that the vintage of old side of one of the narrow streets. They Spain which courses in your veins and played all their victrola selections, shines in your eyes would circulate to Marion read the most thrilling piece of your feet.” At a worse misstep, she had her repertoire, she even moved some to retorted that she hoped he would marry tears, but Nan—Nan shook desperately a Spanish dancer who could trip the in the tin drinking cup the few nickles light fantastic toe to his heart’s desire— that had been contributed. Something thru the breakfast hour, while he must be done. She took her red necktie, ate stone-cold rolls. Everyone had heard bound it around her head, fastened on a of Dan’s first camping trip and the affair dark apron underneath her blouse and of the cold rolls. with a small basin, jumped from the ark. As time went on, the change in Dan The children screamed with joy, as she came slowly to people’s notice. began to dance and beat the “make be The next summer Nan and a group of lieve” tambourine. Pennies and quarters college friends devised a unique way of fell into the dipper and Nan, enthused camping. An old butcher’s cart, which by the appreciative audience, leaped into had long been discarded “as too rickety” the middle of the road just as an auto for use, was papered in the inside with mobile turned the corner. She saw it vivid red, provisions and bedding were close upon her. Laughter died from her packed in, and with a span of red horses face and she was stricken with terror at 6 THE COLBIANA her peril. Then as if by magic she was What a mad delight to scud in a low light snatched by a strong hand back into the boat through miles and miles of the silent crowd. But Marion was bending briny foam of it! over a limp and lifeless object in the To you or to me, if born and bred on road—it was Dan Curtis. In his attempt the sea, I say, will come always, follow to save Nan, he had been caught by the ing to the ends of the earth, its lure and wheel. Oh, what if he was dead! and it call. And some day we must return to was a pale dancer that watched the doc watch again by sunlight and moonlight, tor who washed the blood from a scarred in rain and in shine, in summer and in face and the last trace of cowardice winter, that mysterious love of ours, from Dan Curtis. never twice the same in its aspect, the They are married and I have heard open sea. that they have hot rolls for breakfast. The Last Day of April on the The Lure of the Sea Messalonskee Widely famed in song and story are The last drops of the April shower two loves, the love of the hillman for his came spattering down, making ever hills, and the love of him born and bred widening ripples circle across the usually beside the ocean for the open sea. placid surface of the Messalonskee. Low This last love I know. It is mine by in the west, a stray sunbeam came flick right of inheritance. My father, my ering through the thinning clouds. Then, grandfather, and his father before him through a sudden rift, the sun shone followed the sea. Within sight of it I brightly. The dripping trees and bushes was born and for eighteen years I have along the banks were decked with liquid never been long away from the sound diamonds that scintillated in its rays. of its voice. I know the sea in summer, A solitary traveller who had taken green, cool, foam-flecked, lapping softly hasty shelter beneath a great pine tree on the hot sand; I know it in the high, climbed up the steep slippery embank mad, tugging tides of spring and fall; ment to the road. At the bridge, he and in winter when it is a fearsome paused, and, turning abruptly, gazed far sight, pounding, heaving, lashing at the up the river, deeply stirred by the beauty ice-bound shore line, I know my sea. I of the scene before him. The quiet fear it, as do all coast folks and I love it. stream moved slowly, steadily, on to the I speak of fear because many a tired man sea. Here and there, its smooth current and true from my island town has gone was disturbed by a swirling eddy, tossed down to the sea in a ship that has never up from hidden rocks beneath. How still returned. And the green water rolls on it w as! Only a bird-note, now and then, and tells no tales. Yet we know that disturbed the hush that enveloped every sailor men would rather meet death on thing. From beyond a graceful curve of the open sea with the planks of their the lazy, meandering river, came the good ship beneath their feet to the last, clear, liquid song of the hermit thrush, than to live anywhere else on earth. early returned from the south. Lake and river have no charm for A swift desire seized the stranger to those who know the lure and call of the go up the stream to find what lay beyond sea. The sense of great distance, of the curve. Glancing over the railing, he mystery, of power and strength is lost. saw a canoe moved to a tiny landing What a joy to stand far out on a rugged just below. The traveller looked about cliff with the plunging, boiling surf leap him. No one was in sight. The tempta ing Up toward your feet and the salt sea tion was too great; he could not resist it. breeze blowing from a far off land per A few moments later he was paddling haps, whipping your body and face! upstream. The stillness was broken THE COLB I AN A T now only by the soft swish of the paddle, with the last rays of the setting sun as it cut through the water. The rays shining on her flowing hair. Eagerly of the late afternoon sunlight filtered the youth gained the shore. Stepping through the trees, and fell on the placid out of the canoe, he extended his hand to stream. Great willows grew close to the her. water’s edge,' their myriad branches, The sun dropped suddenly behind the gaily festooned with the tender green of distant hills. The traveller straightened opening buds, mirrored in the depths of up, rubbed his eyes, and looked about the quiet river. Tall elms with branches him. The dream fiaa vanished. He was feathery with yellow-brown blossoms standing on the bridge again. Below towered above the rest, while the rosy him, the canoe swung idly at its moor tassels of the red maple added a dash of ings. A chill breeze had sprumf up. It vivid color to the scene. A swarm of swept through the tree tops, and the tall airy, pale green butterflies seemed to pines sighed mournfully. The cheery have alighted on the low bushes that bird notes were hushed, except for an crowded the river’s edge, so delicately occasional sleepy chirp. Far in the woods poised was each unfolding bud. a lone owl hooted. A single star gleamed The traveller paddled on. He was in the western sky. The traveller drew nearing the bend in the stream. The his coat closer about him; walked swiftly air was pervaded with the warm, sweet along the road; and disappeared in the odors of April, the fragrance of moist, deepening shadows. black forest soil, a scent of “violets after rain.” The sun sank lower and lower. The The Light That Did Not Fail robins, one after another, took up their A Duologue. evening song. The thrush’s note came The persons of the play: sweeter, clearer than before. With the Don Marlowe approaching twilight, a chorus of bird- Lou (His Wife) voices mingled in one exquisite melody Time—The Present. of sound. Scene—Don’s private room in a hospital The traveller sighed: Scene: A large sunny room on the east “It is too beautiful!” he murrmured side of the hospital. Large windows half aloud, “And yet—one thing more is across one end. The furniture, consist needed to make it perfect.” ing of an enamel bed, two straight-back He had reached the bend. As the canoe chairs and a square stand, all in white. shot around the curve, a subtle fragrance It is tastefully arranged and large bright of arbutus blossoms came to him. He colored rugs cover the hard wood floor. looked up, and high on the bank, as if in In the bed a man is lying with a wide answer to his half-voiced wish, he saw gauze bandage across his eyes. The room her standing, the Spring Maid, her out is flooded with morning sunshine. stretched hands brimming with the trail This is the scene where the curtain ing vines and rosy-flushed blossoms of rises. A young, dark-complexioned wo the arbutus. At her feet, the gentle man, dressed in a smart suit and furs, sloping river bank was starred with enters, carrying a large bouquet of red early purple violets, and covered over roses. She silently arranges them in the with that “reviving herb whose tender vase on the stand, then crosses the room green, hedges the river lip.” Behind to the man’s bedside and stoops to kiss her, gray birches clustered, their slender his cheek. branches wrapped in a misty veil of Don. (Holding out his hand un palest green. But the traveller’s youth certainly) Lou, it is so dark. I’m glad ful eyes saw only the lovely spirit of the you’ve come. Spring coming slowly down the slope, Lou. (Kneeling beside the bed with THE COLBIAN A
her arms about him) 0, Don, the sun is Scene II. Time, a year later. giorious this morning. Can’t you just The scene: Don’s room in the hospital feel its warmth ? home. The room is cosily furnished. Don. I feel the warmth of something Don is playing “Till We Meet Again” on nearer than the sun. ft’s you, dear. his violin. The curtain rises. The Lou (caressingly.) O, Don, you never nurse enters and stops to listen to the can know the-the awful darkness and music. cold I suffered while you were out there, The Nurse. Good morning, Mr. Mar in the thick of it all, for us you loved. lowe. This is a glorious day. Don. (bitterly) I think I know how Don. I’m glad it still has its charm lonely the darkness can be, Lou. Worst for some. There’ll never be any more of all when it comes with one stride after mornings for me. It’si all a hideous the dawn of joy, so bright and glorious it night. Please stay a little for your voice dazzles. 0 God, let me not be bitter. is very much like hers,—my own dear Lou. But, Don, I have you now and Lou. you have me. There is no blindness in Nurse, (starting up forgetfully.) our love. Your return has brought back What, Don? (She comes up to him.) my light. Just let me be your light, Don, (embracing Lou). Oh, Lou, I’ve dear. played it was you. I’ve dreamed it was Don. Lou, it can’t be that way. You yon. Then, you wouldn’t leave me alone married me before I went away—for in my darkness—my dear little war that I love you, dear brave heart—but bride. Thank God for you—the light Lou I can’t hold you to that now. It isn’t that did not fail. (They kiss.) fair to you. You must live in the world Curtain. of light and I always in this awful dark ness where memory only comes to com fort. Grandmother’s Gown Lou. (embracing him fondly). Don, don’t, don’t ! It was a rainy Saturday afternoon in Don. But, Lou, we must face the April. Betty and Harriet were study truth. ing geometry, side by side on the couch, Lou. Yes,—I know, but— in the living room of Betty’s home—at Don. Lou, you know the doctor said least, they were studying geometry, un yesterday that I’ll always be—Oh, I can’t til Betty shut her book with a slam and say it, but, Lou, it’s true. I never can sprang up from the couch. see your dear face again—never, Oh, “Harriet Talmadge, I’m not going to never. study any longer on this lesson. We’ve Lou. But, Don— learned that proposition about the three Don. For the love I bear you, dear, internal angles of a triangle being equal I must give you up. For one short hour to1 right angles, and I’m not going to more we can be together, then they are study any more!” going to send me to another hospital— Harriet, the slower and more delib a permanent home for men who lost erate of the two, glanced up from the their eyesight in the service. It’s near paper on which she was drawing various ly a thousand miles from here, in a lit geometric figures, and spoke rather tle town in Wyoming. Be brave in this, doubtfully: Lou. It must be our final parting un “What do you want to do? We can’t til in anothej- world where lights do not go canoeing.” fail,—0 God! Putting her book down, she arose and Lou. Don, I’ll try, but I love you— went over to the window. “Just see I love you. how it pours 1” The curtain falls. But impulsive Betty was never at a THE COLBIANA 9 loss for a plan of campaign—even for ington then. My father was on General a rainy day. Grant’s staff and he was coming home “Let’s go up in grandmother’s room on a furlough in the afternoon. I was and ask her if she won’t show us the just sixteen then, as you girls are now, things she has in her old trunk—you and my mother, some few days before, know, the one that she told us was full on my birthday, had given me this dress, of things that she had when she was a the first silk I had ever had. girl.” “I was happy that day. Indeed, I “Oh, yes, I should like to so much,” think there were but few people in Wash agreed Harriet. ington who were not happy on that four And so up the stairs the two girls teenth of April, ’65. But I—I had other went—up to Grandmother Merton’s reasons than the peace, and my new loom. Betty, always the leader, ex gown—a young staff officer of the 126th plained the reason for their sudden call, Pennsylvania Infantry had invited me to at which Mrs. Merton smiled. She was go with him to Ford’s Theatre in the a beautiful old lady with a frame of evening. Edwin Booth was playing soft, white curls about a face which, al there, and there was to be an extra pro though it had lost its girlish roundness, gram, for President Lincoln himself was could never quite grow old. to be in the audience. “My dears,” she said, “I am afraid “You can imagine how happy I was that I have not much to interest you, in all that day; how pleased I was with my comparison with the canoeing trip that rose silk gown; how proud I was to go you had planned for this afternoon; but to Ford’s Theatre in the company of a as it is such a rainy day, perhaps you gay young army officer!” might like to hear the story of one thing Grandmother stopped, her cheeks which that old trunk contains. Sit down Pushed with excitement, for the story she and make yourselves at home.” \:ap telling to these girls brought the Going to a trunk covered with gav past before her eyes as if it were but yes chintzes, she opened the cover and shook terday. out before the delighted eyes of the two “We had nice seats in the first balcony, girls an old fashioned gown of rose col almost directly opposite the . e. The ored silk. It was made in the quaint theatre was crowded that night. There and olden fashion of thd days of ’61, was repeated cheering as the President trimmed with lace yellowed by age. made his way to his flag-draped box. I “This gown, my dears, has quite a can see him now, his tall, awkward fig story to tell if it but had the power of ure and the look of peace and rest from expression. I am proud to own it, not four long years of war, on his patient only as a souvenir of my girlhood days, face. but also of the memories which it recalls “In about the middle of the play, a to me of what happened years ago on man rushed across the stage; there was this very day. It is April 14, today; a shot, and a woman screamed! I heard but do you know what happened on April the man shout, ‘Sic semper tyrannisl’ 14, 1865?” and disappear through the stage door. As the girls shook their heads, the old “For a moment there was deathly still lady sat down before them and spread ness. Then the great audience stirred out the gown on her knees, touching the and moved. Every eye was on the Pres silken folds lovingly with her fingers. ident’s box, and I saw them carry him "Let me tell you, then, what I did on out. Even then we could not realize that evening. As you know, the war what had happened, until the whisper was over and people were re.ioicing that crept slowly through • the house, ‘the peace between the North and South had President is shot, the President is shot 1 come again. We were living in Wash “Back through the thronged streets of 10 THE COLBIANA
Washington my young officer hurried Tom was her brother who had gone to me, bade me a hasty farewell and gal the corner grocery store on an errand. loped away to his regiment, for dark and Just then there was a noisy stampede ominous rumors of Confederate attack at the kitchen door. We stood rooted to were floating about the city that night. . the spot in nervous terror, but the next . . . The next morning we heard that the moment we gave a cry of relief as Tom’s President was dead. ‘With malice to cheery face stood framed in the door ward none and charity for all’ he had way. gone to his eternal rest.” “Say, Sis,” he began, before we could The old lady stopped and wiped her utter a word, “the wind’s blowin’ a hur eyes, then turned to the two girls before ricane and you’d better go out to the her. They sat for a moment dazed, as clothes line and get one of ma’s sheets if they too had witnessed the great trag that’s cornin’ off’n the line and is flap edy enacted so many years ago that very ping against the sitting room window in day. great style.” Then Betty, reverently touching the old silk gown, kissed Grandmother Mer ton, and said quietly, To Algernon “Thank you, grandmother, for telling When twilight falls I see them strolling us the story. And will you give me that there; old gown, some day?” Along the paths of fragrance and de There were tears in Grandmother’s light, eyes as she answered, “Certainly, my When roses bloom and phlox make sweet dear.” the night, They linger—Algernon and lady fair. A Stormy Night And ne’er did lips of coral, golden hair— It was such a cold, dreary, night out The charms of woman—bind with great side, but within the fire burned cheer er might fully and all was warm and comfortable. The heart of man from further flight Jean and I had been sitting for some Than binds the tie betwixt this loving minutes in silence, each busy with her pair. own thoughts, and building aircastles in When storms arise and passions smite the leaping flames, while listening to the her heart. wind as it rattled the windows, and With quick forgiveness, kiss, and warm moaned around the corners. Suddenly embrace there was a long, dismal wail and some She blots out fear and anger from her thing white and shadowy glided by the breast; window. With a scream I seized Jean My hero, equal partner in the race and we clutched each other in terror, not Of love, scorns not the fruit of love’s daring to move. sweet mart. “Heavens, Lucy! what was it?” she For Algernon, the poodle I detest. gasped. “I d-don’t know, but it’s something awful,—look!” The Apple Tree Bough There it was again, that same weird, Tomorrow John was to appear before floating thing. Could that blood-curd the local draft board. Mrs. Lowell gave ling groan be the wind? a stir with the big spoon and left the “Whow-ow-ow-oo-oo— ” blackberries and sweet apple to simmer “0 dear, What shall we do,” and Jean on the stove. Wiping her forehead with began to sob "hysterically, “if Tom a corner of her apron, she sat down, with doesn’t come home pretty soon I shall a heavy sigh, in the old-fashioned black die.” rocker by the kitchen window. Could THE CO LB I AN A 11
she, without a protest, allow this boy to the village library to get a book. Al of nineteen to answer his country’s call? though her eccentricities did not make Her husband had died very suddenly in her disagreeable, she was, nevertheless, the previous winter and left the man one of Mrs. Lowell’s problems. agement of the heavily mortgaged farm As the mother’s thoughts ran on, she to his wife and the two older boys. The bad almost unconsciously been planning eldest had soon afterwards been drafted, how she could get along without John. and now John was eager to go. Boylike, The neighbors advised her to put in a he did not seem to realize the heavy bur plea for his exemption, and a member of den that his mother felt. the board had assured her that without She might, if necessary, keep Helen at doubt such a request would be granted. home to help with the farm work, but She was now on “the wrong side” of fifty the girl had secured a position to teach and, although she was accustomed to the district school on the side of the hard work, the task seemed a large one. mountain. It was her first opportunity She had, however, said nothing of this to lo gain the money necessary to pur John. He was a strong youth without chase those adornments which her grow fear of being exempted for physical dis ing beauty craved. Mrs. Lowell’s sym ability. His brother’s letters from pathy forbade her to claim any of her Camp Devens had filled him with en daughter’s slender earnings. thusiasm for army life, and he had If possible, the „>vo younger boy3. longed for the time when he would be must, moreover, be kept in school. They old enough to go. could each milk at least one cow in the She heard his merry whistle now as morning and do the rest of the chores he drove into the yard and, throwing the She could finish the milking after break reins over the mare’s back, jumped fast. At any rate, the cows must not be down from the grocery wagon.. How sold, for on them depended a large part happy he was at the prospect! Well, of her income. She could soon 'earn ti she would not ask for his exemption; drive the truck and so carry the milk to she did not want the time to come when town. Doubtless she could arrange with as a man he would say, “Yes, Will one of the neighbors, who also so'd milk, fought in the Great War against the to take turns going to market. How to Huns, but I had to stay at home with get the next spring planting done, she mother.” No, both boys should go to did not know, but she would not worry win glory in the cause of right against about spring; there was enough to be might. done now. Before the boys came for supper, she If only Alice would help! But Alice, would go out to the orchard for a few her husband’s sister, who had been born more apples to put with the blackber on the old homestead and was living ries left in the pan. She noted, as she there when Mrs. Lowell as a bride came passed between the piles of vegetables to her husband’s home, had never, in all recently brought from the garden, that the years of Mrs. Lowell’s wedded life, a new board was needed in the shed done any housework. In the early sum floor. Outside, the wood-colored house mer, she, with the children, wouid pick seemed to her critical eye a bit dingier many quarts of field strawberries. She than usual, although its clapboards had knew every flower that bloomed for been so long free from paint that she miles around. Her intimate knowledge of despaired of ever supplying that need. birds gave pleasure to nature lovers, but As she moved toward the sweet apple to the broom and dishpan she was a to tree, she noticed an attractive appearing tal stranger. Although now nearly six apple lying beneath the bough of a tree ty years old, she seldom allowed a day to that her husband had grafted a few pass without walking the mile and a half years before. This firfet fruit of the 12 THE COLBIANA graft resembled a snow ancle but proved the shears, put a bowl on Helen’s head, to be of an unusually delicious flavor. and Harry cut off her long curls, one by Mrs. Lowell ate it all before she realized one. When all was done, Helen gazed that there had been no seeds in the apple. ruefully at t.he havoc made but she “How strange!” she thought. “Did I bravely smiled and said proudly, “Now eat core and all ?” She picked an apple I'm a boy, but I’ll have to have some from the tree and, after breaking it boys’ clothes.” open, could find no trace of seeds or core. When she was dressed in Harry’s best It was a “freak” tree. suit, it would have taken a fortune With her apron full of sweet apples, teller to destinguish one child from the Mrs. Lowell returned to the house to other. Joyfully they started for the finish making the preserves. Her sister- brook. in-law entered with a handful of late “Gee, Helen, you gotta have a boy’s flowers. Knowing Alice’s interest in name.” nature, Mrs. Lowell told her of the tree “Call me Herbert, ’cause I want it to that bore seedless fruit. Alice was much begin same as yours,” replied the lately interested, and, as soon as she had eaten created boy. one of the apples sat down to write to They played by the brook for some the Bureau of Agriculture in Washing time when suddenly Harry exclaimed, ton. She had recently read of some ex “Helen, I mean Herbert, did you ever periments that the Bureau had been hear father speak of the cave bv the making in order to secure seedless stream where slaves were kept until they apples. could be sent North? What do you say A few weeks later Mrs. Lowell wrote a if we try to find it? We could be robbers happy letter to John, telling him of her and have that for our den. We could discovery and the offer of the Govern bring our boat there and all the fair ment to purchase grafts from the apple maidens we captured.” tree at a sum large enough, not only to “Gee! that’s great” agreed Helen, remove her financial worries in the ab “Come on.” They had hunted along the sence of her boys, but to enable her to brook for some time when Harry sud make some improvements besides. denly gave a whoop of joy, “Hel—Her bert, come here. Help me move this.” Helen rushed to the spot, and there The Adventurous Twins beheld a large rock at the mouth of a Helen and Harry Harrison were twins tunnel overgrown with creepers. After and were alike in word and deed. There many attempts they succeeded in pulling was only one thing to be regretted. Helen it away enough to squeeze by. How dark was a girl. These children were very it was in there! They were just a little mischievous. A brook ran through the afraid, but they decided to go along al meadow behind their house and they though they feared that a bear or a liked to paddle about in it, contrary to dragon, perhaps, might spring at them their mother’s wishes. from out the inky blackness. They crept One day, while they were nlaying rob along silently with bated breath. Un ber, Harry exclaimed, “Oh, if you expectedly they bumped against some weren’t a girl!” “I know Harrv,” Helen thing. Upon examination it proved to meekly replied. “I can’t help it though. If be a door, which they were about to open my hair wasn’t long—say, why can’t when they heard voices. I cut my hair and put on one of your “I tell you we gotta be careful or the suits? I can, I will. So there!” sheriffs will see the smoke,” complained “Say, that’s great!” cried Harry. a gruff voice. Then you’ll be my brother.” “Aw, we can’t get caught in here,” No sooner said than done. They got objected another. THE C0LB1AN A 13 “You know it’s a term in the peniten To a Child tiary for this.” Your dancing, golden curls of sunny “Well, I’m riskin’ it, why can’t you?” hue, “Say, it’s after five, we gotta be hoofin’ Blue eyes that twinkle with a roguish it,” interrupted a third voice. light, Indistinct words followed and a shuf Pink-tinted cheeks aglow—a lovely fling of feet, then come mumbling of sight, voices retreating in the distance. Lips red as cherries ripe—and tempt Helen was by this time thoroughly ing too; frightened. Visions of cut-throats with A sweeter maid, in truth, I never knew. daggers and horse-pistols came to her nind. “Let’s go back,” she begged. Display of studied charm brings no “Aw, you’re a boy, now. Buck up, old delight Compared with you, a child too tiny, kid,” returned Harry. quite, “I know, but—” To hold my heart a captive—yet you However, Harry had tugged open the do! door. There was nobody about, so he tip. Tour simple, trusting love’s a joy to see, toed in, cautiously, and Helen followed When acts of selfish love have caused him. They found themselves in a sort of dismay. dug-out. A stool and some boxes were Your simple faith engenders faith in about; in the center of it was a small m e; round stove in which the fire had been Your smile brings sunshine, howe’er extinguished. A barrel of molasses was dull the day, nearby and a keg of queer smelling My greatest joy is sharing in your glee; liquid stood against the wall, while many YOur humble slave,—I love, adore, jugs stood about it. They started for a obey. door which was opposite the one they had just entered, when they heard steps outside. They scampered to their door, The Easter Prayer entered the tunnel, and scurried along It was almost seven o’clock when for the big rock. When they reached it, Amelita Castelluci awoke. A few rays they squeezed by and raced for the house, of spring sunlight had penetrated even reaching there breathless. the dinginess of her dark, damp room Their mother was speechless when she on the sixth floor of a miserable squalid beheld Helen. She spanked them both tenement situated in one of the most re and sent them to bed. They told her volting sections of the East Side. For about the cave between their sobs, and, a moment she stared uncertainly about after their prayers were said, she left her and tried to think. In some way this them. day was different from others—but That night, Mr. Harrison went out how? The sound of bells, tolling from with a crowd of men and returned only the little chapel around the corner, when the sun was peeping over the hill aroused her and reminded her that this tops. He then explained that the chil was Sunday; yes, and Easter Sunday, dren had stumbled upon a gang of moon too. How different it was from last shiners for whom the officers had hunted Easter. Then Giuseppe, her dashing, in vain. dark-eyed husband, had been at home That afternoon the children were each She had donned the bright new waist presentee! with twenty-five dollars which and crimson sash which he had given was the reward offered for the capture her, and together, they had gone for a of the gang. long walk in the country, where flowers 14 THE C O LB I AN A were blooming and the very air filled had given up their bright, cozy little flat one with happiness. Amelita’s sensitive and taken rooms in the dingy attic Italian nature was overflowing with joy which she now occupied ; for money was as they talked of their dreams and am scarce and it was pathetically hard on bitions ; how they would stay for awhile her slender income to make both ends in America, great, hustling America, meet. until they had saved 2,000 liras; after So she had lived there the year. A that they would return to their own card had announced Guiseppe’s safe ar Italia—the land of song and romance, rival in Europe; she had received one to live in happiness for the rest of their letter breathing from start to finish his lives. patriotic fervor and anxiety to get into Then the war had come; at first it the thick of the fight. Then, nothing seemed but a far-away menace—the dis more. Guiseppe might be dead ; might be tant rumble of thunder clouds. But one lying in some hospital, suffering mortal day Guiseppe had come home with the agony; still she could not know; could news that Italy had rallied to the colors only toil doggedly along on the path of —that every loyal son was arising to her monotonous existence. defend her honor. True, Guiseppe was Thus the days dragged, until a year in America; true, if he went, he must had passed. What wonder that Amelita’s leave his Amelita, but even so, Italy, his dark eyes faded, that her cheeks became cherished mother-country, was calling hollow, that her step lost its buoyant him, challenging his patriotism and his spring. Yet, after all she was patient. manhood. He must answer the challenge Guiseppe was given his best to Italia; bravely. He must fight loyally for her she, in her ownmjajr would do no less. as years before his ancestors had fought But this m oi^pflf as she gazed upon loyally under the immortal Garibaldi. her cheerless room, as she listened to Amelita had watched him depart with the music in the neighboring church, the smiling face and cheerful words and the full significance of the Easter which have hidden the heart-ache of so tide dawned upon her, her heart over many noble women who have valiantly flowed with bitterness. War news had made the supreme sacrifice in giving been especially unfavorable, recently, up their best loved for their country. and her anxiety for Guiseppe’s safety What if Amelita’s great brown eyes were had increased. What right had people flooded with tears and her lips trembled to sing joyous music when “over there” ominously as the great liner sailed men were fighting, suffering, dying on farther and farther out into the deep, fields of blood ? How she hated this each moment widening the distance be great selfish America, which allowed tween her and her husband ? What if she Italy and France and smaller countries did go home to the now lonely little tene to shed their very life-blood, while she ment, fling herself on her bed, and give stood looking on passively, replete in free rein to her grief? No one knew her her wealth and power! sorrow and there was no one to comfort. Amelita dressed, ate her meagre After all, it was only the fortunes of breakfast, donned her faded, threadbare war and she a poor Italian woman alone coat and went out. She walked fast in New York. The great bustling city and furiously; she knew not where she can not slacken its pace to notice the w ent; she cared not—anywhere to get sorrow of one poor emigrant. away from the stench of the East-Side, Soon afterward, Amelita found em some place where she could calm her ployment in a shirt-waist factory, where maddening thoughts. Far out in the she toiled from early morning till late suburbs of the city, she found a little at night—stitching, stitching, stitching, church, situated by itself in a grove of and for frightfully meagre wages. She pine trees. The calm beauty of the place THE CO LB I AN A 15 arrested her attention, and she entered. hospital, and the blood poisoning which No one else was in the church. The had made necessary the amputation of Easter flowers from the morning service his leg, of his return to America the last had not been disturbed, and the delicate of February; of his disappointment at scent of potted plants and fragrant finding that Amelita had left their lilies permeated the whole church. Per former home, leaving no address, no haps something of the beautiful purity means of tracing her. The wanderings of the lily spread over her soul, for al of the past month had been futile at most at once she became calmer. Drop tempts to find her; ad this morning, this ping on her knees, she tried to pray. Easter his bitterness had been more Slowly came the words, and falteringly: than he could bear: his natriotism “Dear Father, forgive my bitter seemed to have been in vain, and he, too, thoughts. Help me to put more trust in had sought rest for his soul in the soli Thee and Thy goodness. Bless every tude of the country. son of Italia and may they never waver There, in the quiet wayside church, he in their fight for truth and right. Bless had prayed God to give him back his my Guiseppe and bring him back to me.” Amelita. God had heard his prayer. His Her voice broke. There was a pause wandering and loneliness were over. He Then she continued: had served his country well; he had “No, Father, not my will, but thine, stood the test of war’s fiery crucible, and be done. Use him as Thou wilt; but now he was restored to his wife, his be give me strength to endure, to endure to loved Amelita. Truly God was good. the end. Amen.” As they wended their way back to the Long she remained on her knees. city, the joy of Easter filled their hearts. When she arose, the church was flood They had learned a mighty lesson in ed with the soft, exquisite rays of the that year of self-denial and hardship. setting sun. Comforted and encouraged, They had learned that, deep-rooted in she was about to leave the church, when the hearts of men, deeper-rooted even a low, broken, sob attracted her atten than hatred, greed and cruelty, was the tion. She walked in the direction of it, love of country, the spirit of sacrifice— and, in the back of the church she dis the very spirit of the Master; that it covered a man sitting with bowed head. was fighting its way to light on those A pair of crutches rested against the bloody fields of Europe; that America next pew. Upon hearing her footsteps, soon would heed its call and the out he raised his head. Suddenly his whole come of the awful carnage would be face was transformed; his eyes filled peace and brotherhood for all men. with eager longing; with one leap, he Truly this Easter-tide had been filled had folded her in his arms, and was with new and unexpected meaning, and covering her lips with hot, passionate it was with hearts overflowing with joy kisses. “Amelita, Amelita, sole mio,” he that they returned to their humble little murmured. attic, now’made beautiful with happi Together they left the little church; ness and love. and as they walked slowly back to New York while the few last rays of the sun Benjamin Franklin says: “If you shed a halo over all, she learned the would know the value of money, try to whole sad story: How Guiseppe had borrow some.” Accumulate funds with fought valiantly, like a true Italian, in interest for yourself by putting your the front trenches; how the lines had re. savings into W. S. S. mained firm through charge after charge; then of the last, fatal plunge Benjamin Franklin said: “If you when a cruel, German bomb had shat would be wealthy, think of saving as tered his thigh; of his suffering in a field well as getting.” Buy W. S. S. 16 THE COLBIANA
The Way of a Maid “That’s not so bad,” said Paul half- The sweet smelling roses scattered aloud, one day, as he was viewing the their perfume through the still air of a cartoons that he had drawn and placed summer night, while the moon bathed in the window. Startled by the sound of everything in silvery white, except girlish laughter behind him, he looked where lurked the dark shadows of the back and beheld a child, no, a young trees and shrubs. Under one wide- girl, with dancing eyes and a laughing spreading maple tree in a large garden mouth. chair, she sat, the moon-beams glimmer “Hello, little girl, what’s your name?” ing in her misty hair, and softening her “My name is Nannette, and Pm seven gentle features. On the arm of the seat teen years old,” she replied with some he sat, intoxicated with the bewitching dignity. charm of the figure so close to him. They “My mother,” she went on to explain, sat in silence, save for a few low whis "is the baker woman next door.” pers. Nearer he bent over her, and she, “Oh,” exclaimed Paul, “Then you are lealizing the approaching danger, as the kind fairy I’m to thank for my re she felt his warm breath against her freshing sleep last night. Say, that pil face, leaned her head suddenly back so low was great 1” that the unbalanced chair tipped over. “I am so glad you liked it,” Nannette So quickly did it happen that he only laughed. “You know, I’m going to keep knew he was sprawling on the ground on being your kind fairy, and when just at the crucial moment. As he lifted ever you boys want anything done, just the chair with her still in it, a machine come next door. I can mend and do all rolled into a yard to tear him away. sorts of sewing.” And as she went to bed that night, she “Sure thing we will. Say, I’ll be right could not decide whether she wished he over this afternoon,” he called after her had or was glad he hadn’t. as she skipped lightly away. The next time Ruth, (for that was Nannette proved to be a fine fairy in her name) saw Paul, he was dressed in deed. It was “Nannette, do this,” and khaki. Even the glamour of the uniform “Nannette do that,” and Nannette al did not make her more yielding, and ways did it, whether it was to give a she sent him away to the war with a lesson in French, darn stockings, sew “no” for an answer. She said “no,” be on buttons, or provide a thousand little cause she was not sure. How could she, comforts and blessings. How amusing sc young and irresponsible, know she was with her vivacious chatter! whether he was the only one or not? Sometimes she sang and danced for Maybe she would meet some one else them, in her own simple, girlish man she would like just as well if not better. ner. Time flew swiftly, and young Paul “Oh, Nannette! Here’s my coat. You was soon billeted in a small town in said you would sew that button on, you France. The Headquarters company, to know,” cried a tall soldier, entering the which he belonged, was formerly a baker shop which was already quite store, but now it looked more uninviting full. with its broken windows and dirty, “Aw, I was here first,” some one barren rooms. He was just lamenting shouted, trying to push the others back. the fact that he had nothing soft to “Aw, look out, can’t you see she’s try sleep on, when a kind fairy, in the shape ing to tell me how to do some shopping of the daughter of the baker woman in French.” next door, presented him and some of “Oo-o-oh! Look, I just cut myself, the others with some downy pillows. Nannette,” and Paul held up a bleeding Needless to say, Paul slept soundly w'ith finger. pleasant dreams that night. Nannette was all sympathy, as she THE COLBIAN A 17 made her way to him through the group. dreams two faces haunted him, one Lightly she bandaged his finger with whose features were illumined by the her handkerchief. moonlight, and the other with eyes now “Say,” threatened Ralph, Paul’s twinkling, now sympathetic, now happy, “bunkie,” who had been endeavoring to and now sad. learn some French words for shopping Suddenly on the eleventh of Novem purposes, “Just wait till I get you; you’ll ber, 1918, the guns stopped, as if a be beyond all bandaging.” Mighty Hand had hushed them. Paul “Aw, go chase yourself!” laughed came from the fray none the worse for Paul, seeking to retard the process of his experiences. Passing through Cler the bandaging. mont, he noticed in a group of girls, just Saturday night everyone went out to coming from a business college, a young hear the regimental band playing in the smartly dressed girl, who was coming square. toward him, as if she recognized him. He “Oh, it’s just grand,” cried Nannette, gazed at her. Could this be Nannette? cla»sping her hands in delight. She seemed older, but it was indeed she. “In America we have bands like this “Oh, monsieur, it is you! Isn’t it all playing every night,” said Paul, who had too wonderful—the war over, and every just approached Nannette and her thing? And you aren’t hurt a bit? I’m mother. so glad!” greeted Nannette, after which “You do!” exclaimed Nannette, “Well she inquired about the other boys. when the war is over, I’m going to marry Paul’s transport was a long time in an American soldier and go back to making its appearance, so he saw a great America with him.” deal of Nannette. They dined together, “Ah, but you’ll have to win your man went to the theatre, and took walks, of first,” said Paul, not encouragingly. v hich a favorite one was along a little Nannette wondered for a moment as if pathway around the far du Jardin des this had entered her mind for the first Plantes. time. “This may be our last walk,” said The little French town was in great Paul, as they stopped over a bridge commotion early one morning. The sheltered by thick trees, and looked regiment had just received orders to de down into the silent, reflecting waters, part. over whose surface swans were grace “Oh, you are going. Good-bye! Good fully sailing. “My transport may show luck! Vive la France! Vive 1’ Amerique!” up any time now and take me back to Paul heard Nannette cry, as he rushed America. By the way, Nannette, I from the Headquarters Company build thought you were going to marry an ing. American when the war was over.” “Good-bye, Nannette,” waved Paul. “Oh, I am. Didn’t you knoy it?” Over in America Ruth was thinking Startled, Paul looked at her. “Know deeply. She had grown older and more what ?” serious. Since Paul had gone away, she “Why, that I’m going to marry an could think of no one but him. Yes, she American soldier and go to America fully realized it,—she was in love with with him. Why, what’s the matter?” Paul. Would she write and tell him? Paul had taken hold of her arm al No. She would wait until he came home. most roughly. “Do you mean you’re en What if he never came home at all? gaged ?” What if------? Tears blinded her eyes and Nannette nodded. choked her. Sorrowfully Paul released his hold. During the severe strain of life in the “You might have told me before, Nan trenches, Paul had kept as a talisman, nette. Didn’t you know that I—•” Nannette’s handkerchief. In his troubled “You haven’t even asked his name,” 18 THE COLB I AN A pouted Nannette. gilded the wings of the bluebirds soar “Is it Ralph?” glared Paul, “The ing up, up, toward the sky bluer than traitor 1” itself; it shone on the robin hopping “No, not Ralph. I’ll tell you,” and she over the green, spring grass; and it whispered in his ear. Whatever she softly wavered over the delicate pink whispered dispelled the gloom from his blossom of the hyacinth, its waxy petals face and brought a wave of happiness breathing forth the mystery of birth and light over it. and life in unutterable sweetness. A crumpled figure lay in the garden All day long the hyacinth grew thus, chair beneath the maple tree. In her sweetly caressed by the passing breeze, hand she held a letter which she read rejoicing in the sunshine, happy in its several times, and then with a determ own life; for it knew nothing of sad ined look, took her pad and pen and be ness. But in the room whose window gan to write: overlooked the flower bed the Lady of Dear Paul, the Garden lay ill. How surprised I was to hear you are When the last frost had come, turn going to bring home a French bride! I ing the leaves yellow and scarlet and am awfully excited about it. What is brown, she had been stricken down with the like? When you come home, you the flowers she loved. The snows had must bring her over. I shall enjoy talk, come, covering the earth with white, ing French with her, and maybe I can and now spring was calling for the teach her some American customs. Give flowers again, but still she did not come. my love to her and tell her I’ll be her And the hyacinth bloomed in all its American sister. And Paul, I’m so glad beauty beneath her window. you are happy! Congratulations! But with the twilight the Little Girl Ruth came and saw its fair, pink blossom Folding it up, she determined once wavering in the gathering dusk, and and for all that neither Paul nor any one plucking it bore it away from the plain else should know how her heart was tive “good nights” of the birds, out of the breaking. Sadly she thought of the cool evening air into the room of the rhyme, Lady of the Garden. For tomorrow “A maid who won’t when she may would be Easter. When she will, shall have nay.” * * * * * Once more the sun rose and the birds “Creditors have better memories than sang their sweet songs again, but the debtors.”— (Benjamin Franklin.) Sav hyacinth no longer breathed forth its ing eliminates the creditor. Buy W. S. fragrance in the garden. It had learned S. its lesson of sorrow and sicknetss and death; and because it knew it soon must die, it poured forth its very soul in the The Soul of the Hyacinth sweetness of its bloom. Dawn in springtime! A soft, golden In the room of the Lady of the Gar haze spread over the land, which lay den the crisis was at hand. Those she hushed and awed at the birth of a new loved best watched around her bedside, day. The damp earth gave forth odors on their faces the pain of those who love which told of many living, growing truly and fear to lose. things stirring in their dark beds and At last she stirred and opened her seeking the light of the blue sky. In eyes. She saw the Easter lily growing, the garden the bud of a hyacinth was in its tranquil loveliness telling the puri waiting to unfold. ty of our Lord ; she felt the gentle breeze Then the sun rose and gently touched blow over her bed ; she saw the sunshine the fresh, new leaves of the elm; it through her open window. In the still- THE COLB I AN A 19 ness, from the distance she heard the her eyes and smiled. “It is spring,” she bells of Easter pealing, “Christ is risen ! said. “It is good to be alive.” He is not dead, but lives again.” All the pain left her face and in its place At the end of the day the last rays came peace. Those watching knew it of the setting sun lingered lovingly on was the peace of a passing soul. Slowly, the faded pink blossom in the room of gently, her eyelids were closing in the the Lady of the Garden. In two days last long sleep, when a subtle fragrance it had bloomed and faded and died. But stole to her, a bewitching odor, wonder unknown to itself it had fulfilled the mis. fully sweet, wonderfully delicate, un sion of our Master; for a living soul, speakably beautiful. It was the call of a soul living and beautiful, remained in spring and life sent forth in the perfume the world through the soul of the hya cf a dying flower. The Lady opened cinth. 20 THE COLBIANA its victim is ineffective since the germ THE COLBIANA is carried in the air and not transmitted by people. It is true, however, that one Published three times a year by the Women's Division of person may influence the development Colby College. of the germ in another person. E ntered as secor.d-elass m atter December 18. 1914. a t the Its earliest stages of development may post office at W atcrvil e, Maine, under the A ct of March 3. 1879. occur when the change from boots to ox fords, or from Stetson’s to Panamas, BOARD OF EDITORS takes place. The fever increases with E s th e r P o w e r, 1 9 2 0 ...... E d ito r-in -C h ie f the warmth of the days. If a patient is I re n e G u sh ee, 1 9 2 1 ...... F ir s t A sst. E d ito r not carefully watched, the disease may Miriam Hardy, 1921 ...... Second Asst. Editor be aggravated and followed by a far more dangerous illness which may be ASSOCIATE EDITORS recognized by patient’s sighs, dreamy Kliza Gurganus, 1920 ...... L ite ra ry looks, and loss of appetite. Epidemics E lv a T o o k e r, 1 9 2 1 ...... I E d ito rs of spring fever occur every spring and N ao m i M ah er, 1 9 2 2 ...... ' they must be allowed to have their I.u c y T e a g u e , 1 9 2 0 ...... N ew s Ed itocourse r with improvements and relapses. Marion W aterman, 1920. . . Y. W. C. A. Editor The only relief comes with abandonment Stella Greenlaw, 1920 ...... Alumnae Editor of study, relaxation, and care free enjoy Helen Getchell, 1920 ...... Business Manager ment of life’s transitory pleasures. Bernice Butler, 1921 Asst Business Manage Naomi Maher, 1922 Beniamin Franklin said: “Waste TERMS : Subscriptions. 50 cents per year in advance. neither time nor money, but make the Single copies. 20 cents. best use of both.” Buy W. S. S. All remittances by mail should be made to Helen Getchel1. Foss Hall College Notes All Alumnae news and ojher items of interest to the The officers of the Student League for Women’s Division will be gladly received by the Editors. the ensuing year are: President, Alice L. Mathews, ’20; vice-president, Clara Editorials H. Wightman, ’21; secretary, Elva E. Sawyer, ’21; treasurer, Lillian L. Dyer, THE COLBIANA wishes all its read ’20. Editor of the Colbiana, Esther M. ers a pleasant vacation. Power, ’20; head of sports, Eleanor Sey mour, ’20; head of Musical Clubs, Hazel When April with her dewy showers W. Peck, ’21; head of dramatics, Helen has given place to May with her fra M. Getchell, ’20; president of the Read grant flower-scented breezes, a peculiar ing Room Association, Harriett L. malady, commonly known as spring Sweetser, ’20. fever, begins to affect both young and Ivy Day came on May 31st. The pro old. From testimonials and from my gram in the afternoon consisted of the own personal experience, I shall endeav planting of the ivy by the Senior Class, or to diagnose this illness. and a pageant. Spring fever in a patient is character In the evening, the Junior Class pre ized by an inclination to be idle, utter sented “The Tempest” on the Foss Hall disregard of study, restlessness, and de tennis court. The cast was as follows: sire for the open. Its symptoms are loss Prospero, Stella L. Greenlaw'; Ferdi of appetite for hard work, thirst for out- nand, Esther M. Pow'er; Antonio, Retta of-door activities, and a lapse in the ap E. Carter; Alonzo. Mildred E. Barrow's; plication of the brain to study. Con Sebastiano, Pauline Higginbotham; trary to the general rule, isolation of Gonzalo, Alice K. Bishop; Caliban, THE CO LB I AN A 21
Gladys M. Chase: Trinculo. Marion R. Bowie, Alice Hanson, and Reta Carter. Waterman: Stephano, Lillian L. Dyer; The concert given by the Girls Musi Ariel, Alice L. Mathews; Shipmaster, cal Clubs, May 15, at the Opera House Eleanor L. Burdick; Boatswain, Rutr, E. was a great success. The program con Wills; Mirando, Lucy O. Teague; Iris, sisted of a cantata sung by the glee club Lucille M. Kidder; Juno, Helen M. chorus of more than forty voices under Getchell; Ceres, Harriett L. Sweetser. the direction of Miriam B. Adams, ’19, The newly installed officers of the L it. of selections by the double quartette, the erary Society are: President, Lucy O. orchestra, under the direction of Alice Teague. ’20; vice-president, Bernice B. V. LaRocque, ’21, and the mandolin club Butler, ’21; secretary, Adelle M. Mc- under the direction of Marion Campbell. Loon, ’21; treasurer, Helen M. Getchell. ’20; sergeant-at-arms, Dorothy H. White. ’22. Y. W. C. A. Notes The Junior Class Day speakers ar°: The Y. W. C. A. held its annual din Poet, Lucy 0. Teague; historian, El ner and installation of officers at Foss eanor Seymour; ode committee, Alice L. Hall, April 10. 1919, entertaining as Mathews, Retta E. Carter, Esther M. guests the members of the advisory Power. board. During the dinner, music was The freshmen women who partici furnished by the girls’ orchestra. Miss pated in the Hamlin Prize Reading are Helen Baldwin, the retiring president, as follows: Ruth N. Banghart, Cathe acted as toastmistress and toasts were rine Bates, Edna A. Briggs, Gladys I. given by Grace Foster and Marion Briggs, Annie G. Burgess, Edna M. Waterman, after which the company re Chamberlain, Annie F. Choate. Bertha tired to the\ssociation rooms where in F. Cobb. Marguerite E. Craig. Rubv F. stallation took place. After an impres Dyer, Hazel G. Dyer, Mae Greenlaw, sive candle-light service the members of Pauline T. Putsifer, Sybil E. Williams. the retiring and entering cabinets held The first and second prizes were divided a joint meeting to which the advisory equally between Gladys I. Briggs and board was invited. Bertha E. Cobb. Ruth N. Banghart re ceived honorable mention. A training council for Y. W. C. A. The following members o f t h e cabinets was held at Bates College, April Women’s Division participated in the 11-14. This was a fine opportunity to Kallowell Public Speaking Contest. Fri get inspiration for the coming year, es day evening. May 9th: Elizabeth R. pecially as we had the advantage of hear, Eames, ’19; Gladys E. Dow, ’21: Adelle ing also the speakers for the Maine M. McLoon, ’21; and Elfrieda M. Whit Girls’ State Conference, which was held ney, ’21. The third prize was « warded in Lewiston at the same time. Among to Adelle M. McLoon. many other interesting speakers were The participants in the Sophomore Miss Alice Wong, a Chinese student at Declamations were: Bernice B. Butler, Boston University, and Miss Lealtad. a Grace E. Wilder, Clara W. Carter, E. young colored woman who presented the Kathleen Goodhue, Eleanor L. Burdick, problem of “Our Colored Neighbor.” Clara H. Wightman. We came back to our own college very Kappa Alpha has initiated the follow eager to begin our work as a new cabi ing girls : Madge Tooker, Mildred Bar- net. rows, Eleanor Burdick, Ruth Wills, Mar March 15, under the direction of ion Waterman, Pauline Higginbotham, Elizabeth Hoffman, chairman of the Lucy Teague, Eliza Gurganus, Stella community service committee, a fine en Greenlaw, Eleanor Seymour, Alfreda tertainment consisting of musical selec- 22 THE COLBIANA tions and readings was given at the san Alumnae Notes itarium in Fairfield. 1919. A real old-fashioned box social was Ruth Holbrook, ex-’19, finishes her given by the members of the Class of course in June at the New School of De 1921 in the college gymnasium, March sign, Boston. 14. This was the third social given for Emily Kelley, ex-’19, graduates in the benefit of our Silver Bay fund. June from Albany Teachers’ College, N. There is one more to be given yet, by the Y. freshman girls. 1918. After the spring vacation we had the Mary Jordan Alden has been teaching pleasure of entertaing Miss Charlotte in the Strong High School, Strong, Me. Penfield, student volunteer secretary, Dorothy Roberts spent the winter and Miss Mary E. Weisel, secretary for months in California. colleges in the Northeastern fie'd. 1917. Miss Gladys Topping, World Fellow Winnifred Atwood Wilbur is receiv ship secretary, visited us a few days. ing congratulations on the birth of a son. She had charge of our weekly associa Announcement has been made of the tion meeting and talked to us about the engagement of Lucy Taylor to Leon many, many needs of Japan. I'ratt. We were fortunate in securing for one Margaret Brown Staples is receiving of our weekly meetings Miss Olive Jones, congratulations on the birth of a daugh a graduate of Syracuse University, who ter. sails, as a missionary, for South India, Helen Clark, ex-’17, has accepted a early next fall. position as librarian in Seattle, Wash. Sunday, May 11, a vesper service was Lucy Allen has been teaching this year held in the college chapel. Rev. Mr. in Foxcroft Academy. Knickerbocker of t h e Universalist Grace Farnum has been teaching in church was the speaker. Special music the High School at Newport, N. H. under the direction of Dorothy Knapp Flora Norton King has moved to was furnished by a vested choir. Cleveland, Ohio. At a recent meeting, Silver Bay slides 1916. were shown by Hilda Bradbury to Announcement has been received of arouse interest in the conference to be the engagement of Carolyn Stevens to held at Silver Bay, N. Y., June 20-30. Faul Thompson. These are ten glorious days and mean 1915. much to every girl who goes. It is honed Helen Hanson is studying law at the that Colby will have a large delegation University of Maine. this year. 1914. The engagement of Emily Hanson to Prof. Obear, ex-professor of Colby Col Spend thought before you spend lege, has been announced. money and more money left for your Helen Thomas Foster is receiving con thought. Buy W. S. S. gratulations on the birth of a son. THE SENIORS. I = o S 8 * i l l cl s« |% |f S |f s«cl l |% l * i u m j i c u q m .5 o &X..E o o £ 2 *2m §§2 *2m 2 £ e "!!®° ° ® ! ! |" o THE -£> •>> & ?p ° 3 ® 5 £ i S | | S i £ 5 ® I ^ & g Wi&jo^bp'&ofcE. h M S a S C O L B I A N A |1 m m m u o blSIls^l s i s l « l ^ s l I S l b m j^a j o o j 2 =|.e|I H , ' • -H n / S j SfigSS' -O c § h 5 ‘ " - w » o |1 S S S /2 j o S w g S a bC\ I .2 a 23 24 THE COLBIANA 1919 Dictionary. Alice—Childish sweet and woman wise. Anna— A companion of the Faculty wives. Beatrice—A bareback rider. Belle—A “Small” matron. Betts—A good cake maker. Carrie—A homzygote. Elizabeth Eames-—Phidippides. Elizabeth Me—Judy’s delight. Ernestine—A soldier’s delight. Grace—Graceous. Helen—Trustable and true. Helene—The missing link. Hilda—The ace of spades. Hildegarde—Likes (to) kneel. Josephine—Sedate and studious. Katharine—A weaver of dreams. Lillian—A pianola. Lura—A disciple of John Dalton. Marion C.—“Jest the quiet kind whose Nater’s never vary.” Marion G.—A nightingale. Mary— Executive ability and amiable civility. Mary Ann—A flirt. Matilda—“Fashioned so slenderly, young and so fair.” Mira—Gloom killer. Miriam—J. Bill’s reference book. Molly— Good mother to freshmen. Phyllis—Practicability. Vera—A lean and hungry look. Central Fruit Market Sole Agents for the famous [ Queen Quality Shoe for Women j Choice Fruits and Confectionery K. M A R C H E T T I \ Simpson 8C LaChance Opposite Postoffice Clothing and Gents’ Furnishings, Boots and Shoes. 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