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Contents

A Trip Through the Hartz Mountains ALICE C. MATHER, 1916...... 3 His Hero, VIVIENNE A. WRIGHT, 1916...... 6 The Evolution of Feminism, Dorothy N. Webb, 1915...... 7 Apple Blossom Time, E. MILDRED H. BEDFORD, 1915...... 9 A Walk in Early Winter,ELLA ROBINSON, 1916...... 10 Board of Editors...... H Editorials ...... H Y. W. C. A. Notes...... 13 Laughs ...... 13 College Interests ...... 13 Alumnae...... ^1 THE COLBIANA Volumej FEBRUARY, 1915 Number 2

A TRIP THROUGH THE HARTZ MOUNTAINS

In those little villages of , nestled away in the forest-clad nooks and crannies of the Hartz Mountains, we found the Germany of mediaeval days; the spirit of a past century lingers there, unchanged by the rush and hurry of modern civilization; the villages themselves, the people, and their customs are still much as they must have been in the early days of the Empire; the world has left these little hamlets to slumber on, content in their seclusion and happy in their reminis­ cences of their former glory. We came first to Goslar, a town of a few hundred inhabitants, in the foothills of the mountains. A narrow street, cobbled with large round stones over which rudely constructed carts bumped clumsily, led up from the station. It was lined with tiny shops and homes, one set directly against the next. They were built of clay, browned and scarred by wind and weather; the diagonal cross timbers were also stained, yet they added that note of quaintness which is so char­ acteristic. The walls were thick and massive; tiny latticed windows, red tiled roofs, mottos or signs swinging over the warping door­ ways, which open directly upon the narrow cobbled sidewalks, the carvings and paintings on the cross beams—all these things com­ bined to make these little village homes the unique, curious things they were. At one side of the street rose the towering remains of an old Roman fort, crumbling slowly but bearing evidence of the days of strength and power. As the street wound in and out it finally opened upon the market-place, a great open square, cobbled in round stones, and surrounded by old romanesque buildings which had withstood the wear of time, a moss covered church, a court house and the Burgermeister’s residence. In the center of the square was a curious old fountain, where the water still trickled merrily from one basin to the next. Pigeons strutted about the square or balanced themselves lazily on the edge of the fountain. Children in their little German rompers and aprons played about the fountain. There was a quietness, a somberness about the place: we felt like intruders break­ ing in upon a far-gone past; we feared lest we should break this spell which held us enchanted, and which seemed to take us back to those dream-like days of the Middle Ages. We crossed the square and made our way past that old romanesque Dom Kirche, toward the old palace of the kings of the Hohenzollerns, the Kaiser Haus. It stood a massive, grand old structure against the mountain side, surrounded by broad acres, and proud in its wide terraces and buttresses. On the right and left of the main approach, stood two great statues, one of Barbarossa and the other of Frederick the Great, mounted on war 4 THE COLB I AN A horses, commanding in their severity and might. The castle itself was well preserved. Wonderful paintings, depicting the deeds of heroes, lined the walls of the throne room. W ith reverence, the guide told us of the old warriors and kings who had walked these very halls before us. We were hushed and seemed to feel the force of their presence. All through the castle we wandered, living over again those scenes which had passed there, feeling pride in the achievements of those grand old characters. We went down into the dungeons, under the very heart of the castle; our blood ran cold as we heard of the awful deeds which had transpired there; at times, we had to stoop in passing from one cell like room to the next. We went down winding, dangerously narrow steps, where the guide’s flickering torch seemed to make the darkness only more intense. With a sigh of relief, we again found ourselves in the main castle; we visited the private chapel of the kings, and we wondered just what passed through the minds of those who knelt before that simple altar; were not their thoughts of ambition or power? From a balcony near the top of the castle, a magnificent view, one which must have made any king’s heart glad, stretched out before us. The quaint red-roofed hamlet, clustered about an open square, the church spire rising from the midst, the open fields, cultivated and well kept, the forest-clad mountains en­ circling the whole—a scene wonderful in its unique charm and beauty • A gentle rain had set in, as we descended again to the town and made our way toward the market-place. Suddenly we heard the slow majestic strains of Chopin’s funeral march. We stopped, and from one of the narrow alleys which led into the square, came a funeral procession. People stood silently in their doorways, and watched it pass, as the wonderful rich chords of that march filled the air. Following the band, came the hearse, drawn by four black horses, covered with long black blankets and trappings. Four black-gowned livery-men, wearing curious three-cornered hats and carrying long black staffs, guided the horses. The hearse itself was jet black and strangely contrived. The men of the village, wearing long black coats and high silk hats, followed the hearse. The rain which had set in increased and yet the procession moved on unmindful, unheed­ ing. As the last of the procession passed out across the square amid the haze of the storm, and the last sobbing note of the dirge died out, a caft suddenly jolted noisily across the cobblestones of the square, rousing us from the reverie into which we had fallen, and break­ ing the spell which had possession of us. That same afternoon, we went on to Wemgrode, and there found rooms in a hotel on the market-place, adjourning the old Rathaus. As in Goslar, there was a fountain in the center of the square, decor­ ated with the coats of arms of those who had aided in its construction. The court house or “Rathaus,” as they say in German, was orna­ mented with an infinite number of carved images, some representing the saints and apostles, while others were fantastic gargoyles. The whole was exquisitely carved and painted; mottos, inscriptions of all sorts adorned it, making it a gem of its type. Towering high above the town, was the “Schloss,” and there lived the petty royalty, the kaiser’s under-rulers. Its towers and battle­ ments were pointed and stood silhouetted against the deep, dark THE COLB I AN A 5 green of the hill-side trees. That evening, making our way through the narrow, crooked streets, we climbed the hill along a beautiful woodland path to the castle. We came first to the servant’s quarters, which lined one side of the road, and which surmounted a sheer wall. On the other side of the road, surrounded by a great wall, loomed the castle. Soldiers paced back and forth under the great arched gateway; the massive gates which would soon be closed and barred for the night, stood ajar. Under the overhanging trees the darkness increased, a few twinkling stars peeped through the branches, far below where the red roofs of the village were just faintly discerni­ ble, a few lights began to shimmer softly, a dog barked ominously, and with the spell of the mediaeval days upon us, we retraced our steps toward the town below, whence the faint calling sound of voices rose softly, where the lights flickered cheerfully. The following day, we took the trip to the top of the Brocken, the highest point of land in the northern part of Germany. It was beau­ tiful beyond description, and, as the Germans would say, ‘Wunder- schon.” A vast forest of pine and fir surrounded us; near at hand grew brilliant wild flowers; occasionally a deer darted through the underbrush, as the narrow-gauge train puffed and struggled up the mountain. Tiny villages appeared, so far below that we could dis­ cern merely the bright red roofs. Mountains rose all about us. Here and there, we would stop at some mountain resort, where the Germans indulge in their winter sports. As we ne.ired the top, vegetation be­ came stunted; the trees were bent and torn by the wind; and at the very top, there was no sign of vegetation; everything was bleak and wind-swept. The air was cold and piercing. The train puffed to a stand-still; the passengers clambered out and stood a while admiring the view. It was magnificent; as far as eye could see, the landscape stretched out at our feet. Here and there were villages which looked like mere specks on the broad expanse of harvest land. There was a haze over it all; the horizon merged into an indistinct line; the clouds hung low, obscuring much from view. With keen appetites, the merry crowd of tourists who had come up on the train flocked into the hotel, and soon were ready for the journey back. Our trip this time led to Rubeland, a mining village, noted espec­ ially for its stajagmite and stalagtite caves. There a little stream ran through the valley, and the single street of the village lay along its banks. There were no sidewalks, and the thatched cottages strung irregularly along the length of the street. With a party, we went through the cave, which is one of the most wonderful of its kind. It was called Herman’s Hohle. An old German guide, dressed in a curious green uniform, and wearing an odd little cap over his grey locks, conducted us through. The cave was well lighted throughout with electricity, and in many places different colored lights were thrown on, to bring out the different mineral properties of the rock. There were three stories to the cave. It was a perfect labyrinth of narrow passages and open spaces. Everywhere were the stalagmite and stalagtite formations, which must have taken thousands of years in the processes of crystallization. It was a perfect paradise for the geologist, a curiosity for the t u:‘st, and a thing of pride to the old inhabitants of the village. 6 THE COLB I AN A

The most beautiful part of the Hartz, was that valley known as the Boden Tab There were no roads through the Boden Tal, only a narrow foot-path. The sides of this charm-like valley rose precipit­ ously hundreds of feet, covered in some places with trees, great bare rocks protruding here and there. The path wound up and down along the sides of the steep walls of the chasm ; at times, down close to the rushing stream; again, far up and away from the sound of its torrential, dashing waters. A mass of legendary tales had grown up about this age-old Boden Tal; every stony crag had its own individ­ ual history; it seemed the abode of fairies, the home of fantastic, su­ pernatural creatures. There was the Hexen Tanz Platz, with its strange story, and a thousand other such places, each with its own romantic history which one was almost prone to believe, for the a t­ mosphere of the whole place was bewitchingly unreal. The scenery was wild and primeval in its daring beauty; spirits of a far-gone age haunted the recesses of this desolate place and we half-dreaded lest we should rouse them. It was the climax, the acme of all the quaint charm and beauty which we found in the Hartz. Thus, we went from one place to another, possessed by that spirit which still pervades those remote valleys and quaint little hamlets— the spirit of the Middle Ages, walking as in a dream, surrounded by a glamour of romance and legend, living in a world long since forgotten.

HIS HERO Billy crept along the high board fence and stopped suddenly at n knot hole! Pressing his eye close to it, he peered through! Ye there were the crowds and crowds of people all around the big rin the band was playing and soon—Billy trembled—yes, very soon, “H^ would come running on to the field in his big grey blanket and then- the game would begin! The thought seemed to overwhelm Billy fo a moment ; he sank down on his chubby knees, two big tears droppe from the brink of his lashes, while he gulped in a hoarse, little whispei. “And I can’t get in ’cause I aint got no money! And—and the other fellows are sittin’ on the bleachers an’ they’re goin’ to yell fer him! Oh, I— ” but wild shouts from the other side sent Billy flying back to the knot hole, and he forgot his last mournful thought! For five, perhaps ten minutes, he stood absorbed, his small lump of a nose pressed flat against the boards of the fence, his dirty hands bulging out the pockets of his torn trousers, while one bare foot curled its toes tenderly over the other. The shouting on the other side of the fence ceased, the crowds we e silent, the game had begun! Once more Billy was conscious of h s painful position! He turned, looked wistfully for a moment at the blue smoke of a train puffing in, then fast as his short legs could carry him, he disappeared around the curve of the high board fence. Ten minutes later, panting and red, he whizzed by Shannon Observatory unnoticed, and wormed his way in among the crowds of excited spec­ tators on the opposite side of the field, just as a big figure with flying locks shot the ball over the line and made the first touchdown! Billy gasped, “O! It’s him! I knowed it would be him!” Then, waving his arms frantically in the air, he shouted, “Hurrah! Hurrah for ‘Ginger’ Fraser!” THE COLB I AN A 7

THE EVOLUTION OF FEMINISM

In the progress of civilization nothing has changed more slowly or more completely than the attitude of woman toward society and the attitude of society toward woman. From the female of the species she has changed to man’s social equal, and is now threatening to usurp his political rights and privileges. The evolution has been slow. In the days of the Spartan Kingdom woman was an athlete, competing with son and brother in all physical feats. Trained from babyhood in the open, she developed a perfect body in order to insure physical perfection of the race. We are all familiar with the life of women as indicated by the term “Oriental seclusion” and as practised in the old eastern empires until recently even the cultured Athenians considered woman as fit for nothing but wifehood and motherhood in the most meagre sense of the word. The Roman women are said to have some political and social influence, but this is practically negligible in the light of present day conditions. Through mediaeval days, through the history of Merry and in our own period of colonization woman became the domestic type. It was believed that woman had reached the height of her so­ cial scale, for she became the respected, capable woman of the house­ hold. Her education was solely in domestic arts and some of us re- .lember the fine boasts of spinning and weaving by our kerchiefed grandmothers. "o be thoroughly versed in the arts of cooking, sewing and the ing of children was the highest possible accomplishment attain- by women. md then one day a girl was born up in the hills o saw visions, as did Joan of Arc. But Mary Lyon’s dreams were i of a conquering host of angels to liberate her people—they were dr ams of a new scope for woman’s capability and the possibilities of mental development, equal to that of unsuspecting man. Mt. Hol- ycke is the symbol of Mary Lyon’s vision, and we can appreciate the i ifluence of her new ideals when we realize that in seventy years the percentage of women students in college increased from zero to sixty per cent. In that time woman proved that she was the intellectual equal of man; nearly every profession in the world was thrown open to her, and a new era of society was ushered in. At first there was great danger of woman losing her distinctly fem- ini le qualities and becoming a mere pedant, thus losing the highest opportunities for civil and social service. But after the first effects of the new freedom had passed and the finer sensibilities of feminism reasserted themselves with a new depth, the pedantic tendencies be­ came modified and broadened. The fruits of the newer education are best shown in several types of American women. Jane Addams stands foremost in the country as a practical reformer. She typifies the spirit of social service, and those of us who are fa­ miliar with her life story, can appreciate her struggle to fit her ideals into practical, social and economic problems. She is broad, sympa­ thetic and tolerant, which is doubtless the secret of her success, and she typifies better than anyone else the new woman of the century. 8 THE COLB IA N A

Helen Keller furnishes an example of wonderful achievement in spite of the greatest handicaps. With eyes that saw not, with ears that heard not and lips that spoke not, she has become an intelligent, cultured woman with a serenity of nature almost incredible. Her sheer pluck is an inspiration to every girl in the land and she has proved that there is a persistency in feminism unrivalled in sterner sex. For the last decade or so, the one cry in America has been against the idle rich. Middle and lower classes have all been pitted against the financiers and millionarires, until it were easy to believe that America was to be swept away in a mighty tide of materialism, and that the finer, deeper things of life were all forgotten. In the midst of this comes Helen Miller Gould, the heiress of millions. Strong and capable, a practical business woman she has spent her time and talent in placing her money where it would do the most good. Colleges and universities, charity organizations, churches and settlements have received impartially her fortune. She had not given blindly as one who seeks to “enter the Kingdom” but wisely and with careful plan­ ing, which proves her real interest in humanity. So in her we have the philanthropist. The heroic element has not been lacking in the new woman for we find Maude Ballington Booth, a splendid example of the heroine. Her work has not been so much reform of social abuses as uplift of the fallen, which we recognize as essential because the conditions exist. She has shown the diplomacy of a general and the sympathy of a mother in all her efforts and withal an untiring strength of purpose which places her high on the honor roll of women. And now with every year woman is passing into a new stage of de­ velopment. Having gained the social rank of man, she wants to go farther and become his political and industrial equal. There is every indication that woman will develop a new personality, something above any stage she has yet experienced. And yet her primary service to the world can never be changed. However great a factor she may become in the social, political or industrial world woman is still a wife and mother. It is her right and her duty to give her serv­ ice to the world, but what more can she give than sons and daughters! She is better fitted now than ever before for wifehood and mother­ hood, for her education has become a practical, literal thing, a broad­ ening and deepening influence. Social service and industrial reform cannot change her and we shall still recognize in the woman of to-morrow, the eternal feminine, cre­ ated for womanly service.

“Education is the knowledge of how to use the whole of one’s self.’’

"Don t snub the beginner—did you never mistake a weed for a flower, or put a bulb in upside down?” THE COLB IA N A 9

APPLE BLOSSOM TIME

It was apple blossom time again. Rachel, who had never thought to see another May time, could not doubt the fact, as she pushed back the green blind and gazed upon the mass of apple blossoms below. As far as her eye could see, stretched the pink blossoms, until they seemed to be mingled with the ethereal blue of the clouds. They shaded from the palest, most delicate hints of pink, down to a deep, dark rose. Rachel sighed as she looked upon the sweet, flowery expanse, and then turned and walked slowly down the stairs, and out into the per­ fumed air and upon the rich velvet carpet of grass. She wended her way to a rustic seat beneath a gnarled tree and sank thankfully into its loving embrace. As the winds blew, laden with the fragrance of the apple blossoms, they seemed to bear her back over a long space of years. It was apple blossom time still, but, oh, how different! The village clock had just chimed flve as a young girl left the house and, with eager, stealthy steps, crept to the rustic seat beneath the large apple tree. Her eyes were filled with both gladness and sorrow, for this morning she must bid farewell to her lover, who was forbidden the house. Yesterday he had received a summons to war. The little wicker gate creaked and her soldier boy, stalwart and handsome, swung up the petal strewn path. As he clasped her in his arms for the last time, he murmured, “Wait for me here, dear heart, for I shall return in apple blossom time!” Then, for a time, long letters came; but one day there was no letter, and in the paper he was numbered among the missing. That was all, but each apple blossom season Rachel had kept her tryst and waited for the lover who never came. Suddenly, this May morning, the gate rattled, the trees rustled ex­ pectantly, and with a glad cry Rachel started forward. It was only the deceitful wind which blew, however; and wearily she sank back into her chair. The eyelids fell over the patient watching eyes; the gray head drooped lower and lower; and the ancient apple tree scat­ tered its dainty petals caressingly down, for the last time, upon the one who had always waited.

“To this day I can’t see why a girl who can dance all night and can stroll all afternoon of a winter’s day, has to be hauled three blocks in a two-horse rig every time she goes to a party.

“Rushing is a cross between proposing to a girl and abducting a coyote.” 10 THE COLB I AN A

A WALK IN EARLY WINTER

It is a clear, cold, sunny day in early winter. The bare, brown fields and naked woods are basking in the bright sunshine. I p in the pines a crow caws just as busily as in early spring, and the bluejays iDehind the house have been screeching their loudest since eight o’clock this morning. Now, when the crows and bluejays come out, you may be sure that the weather is the very finest for walking. The brown road, hard and smooth as pavement, stretches out—out until it finally disappears over the top of a high hill. You walk fast; really, it would be fun to run and gallop—and make the road ring with the click and clamp of your footsteps. On all sides the country is bare and lifeless. There is a heavy, unnatural silence everywhere. Once in a while the slight lisping notes of a chickadee or, perhaps, a nuthatch loudly practising French nasals breaks the quiet. Once a partridge springs noisily up from among the dry leaves. The woods and the fields hide no secrets now. It is surprising how many old birds’ nests there are on every side,—dainty little birds’ nests, probably warblers’, sensi­ ble, big robins’ nests, and one huge, scraggy, crow’s nest. For some distance the road follows a river, which'is frozen except in a few places where black, icy rocks peep out, and the water gleams threateningly. On you go, up the hills, where there is the same limit­ less view of the barren, desolate landscape with large, snow-topped mountains looming up in the west, and down into the hollows where the hillsides are already beginning to look purple in the shadows. At length, the sun disappears altogether, and a dull, heavy chill fills the air. Your face grows numb and hard with cold. When you reach home, your whole being is refreshed and invigorated. You burst joyfully into the house, and tell the “folks,” who are dozing by the fire, “Oh, I had the best walk! You ought to have gone, too!”

“How much inefficient reading, listening, praying, are we guilty of?”

“When I don’t sleep I just count my blessings. T h at’s a splendid thing to do, because you fall asleep before you get to the end on ’em .”

“One of the central tests of any character is the nature of its pleas­ ures. W hat do you call real joy?”

“He loved life, and as is always the case with such suitors, life loved him.” THE COLB I AN A 11 THE COLBI AN A Published quarterly by the Women’s Division of Colby College. Entered as second-class matter December 18, 1914, at the post office at Waterville, , under the Act of March 3, 1879

BOARD OF EDITORS ETHEL G. CHAMBERLAIN, 1915...... Editor-in-Chief ALICE C. MATHER, 1916...... Assistant Editor ASSOCIATE EDITORS MARION O. STEWARD, 1915...... Literary VIVIEN L. SKINNER, 1916...... Editors DOROTHY WEBB, 1915...... NewsEditor HELEN N. HANSON, 1915...... Y. W. C.A. MARJORIE L. BARKER, 1916 ...... Jokes ESTHER D. FRENCH, 1916...... Exchange RUTH GOODWIN, 1915...... Alumnae KATHERINE SINGER, 1916...... Athletic

MILDRED HOLMES, 1915 ...... Business Manager ELLA ROBINSON, 1916 ...... Assistant Manager

TERMS: Subscriptions, 50 cents per year in advance. Single copies, 15 cents. All remittances by mail should be made to the Business Manager. All Alumnae news and other items of interest to the Women’s Division will be gladly received by the Editor.

EDITORIALS

“Happy New Year!” a wide-awake Sophomore shouted merrily to her comrades on the morning alter mid-year examinations, and she was not so far wrong at that. The second semester is the beginning of a new year in more ways than one. If we have any regrets con­ cerning our last year’s work, let us forget them except as they stimu­ late us to greater achievements. The day of reckoning is past for us. We may start in again with a clean slate, and it is for us to decide whether or not, at the end of the second semester, this slate will bear a better or a worse record than it did with the advent of this “Happy New Year.” Among all the “dont’s” of college life the one to be most avoided is that one called “eleventh hour cramming.” Students who practice this “don’t” are those who let their work slip and slide until “exam” time, and then try to do their entire semester’s work in one short week. You know the result only too well. Is this the sort of work you came to college to do? The secret of successful college work is to do each day’s tasks as they come. This sounds interesting, does it not? If we should spend as much time studying as some of us do trying to convince our friends that “we haven’t even looked at our lessons!” we would relieve ourselves of much worry, and would give more peace of mind to those over-worked friends of ours who have been so kindly trying to “pull us through” our courses! Begin now before the eleventh hour to do your work by the day, not by the sem­ ester, and success will attend you! 12 THE COLB I A N A

COLBY WOMEN’S LEAGUE One of the most important events in the history of Colby women is the recent formation of a Women’s League. The plan was instigated by Dean Carll and is being worked out under her supervision. The league is similar in form to those which are found in many colleges under various names, but has been carefully planned to meet Colby women’s needs. Every registered woman student is a member, and the object is set forth very definitely, as follows:— “The object of the League shall be to promote good fellowship and the spirit of unity, to increase the sense of responsibility toward one another, and to further the interests of the women of the college.” The first meeting was held February 13th when the constitution was accepted. The acting chairman, Dorothy Webb, T5, was given power to choose a nominating committee to report on a slate of officers at the March meeting. Jackson College has a similar association, the aim of which is to bind the girls in closer friendship and to increase their loyalty to their Alma Mater. The Jackson All Around Club makes out its regular programs for the year at the opening of college in the fall, and every girl has a share in the work of the committees. The September meeting is known as “The Homesick Party,’’ when the older girls use all their arts to dispel any clouds of homesickness which may have caused some “freshmen tears.” The November “Baby Party” is a favorite meeting: the upper classmen invite the freshmen to go as their children; the sophomores are the nurses, dressed in white or black, with white aprons and caps; the seniors, with gray hair and kerchiefs, are the “dear old grandmothers.” De­ cember brings the Christmas Party and the joke Christmas tree. Twice during the year, the All Around Club gives public plays: in January the cast is chosen from the sophomore and senior classes, and the spring dramas belong to the juniors and freshmen. The pro­ gram for February celebrates one of the special days which the month is so kind in offering to entertainers. One of the most popular meet­ ings of the year is the Doe Dance, when half the college plays “knight” to the other half as “ladies.” In June comes the Farewell Senior Dance to which sub-freshmen are invited, and at which the seniors, in caps and gowns, dance the first dance alone on the floor. At the close of every meeting, Jackson girls, one and all, lock arms and sing their Alma Mater. The gauntlet is now thrown at our feet. Our new organization is to be a powerful factor in college life. Through it we shall be kept in closer touch with each other and be spurred on to broader achieve­ ments in the college world. Upon every one of us rests the respon­ sibility for its success. Only by the co-operation of every girl can the Colby Women’s League fulfill its mission. Are we all supporting it? Well, rather! Come on, Dot, play “All up to cheer—” while we lock arms and “sing ’til old Foss Hall” rings!

STATE Y. W. C. A. C O N FER EN C E April 9th-11th! Are you ready? Just think—this is the First general conference for the girls of Maine and it is going to be in Port­ land! A thousand girls are wanted—-college girls, secondary school THE COLB I AN A 13 girls, business girls, home girls, country girls—every girl is invited. Miss Jesse Field, Miss Griffith and many other splendid speakers will be there. Railroad fare is all the expense, for hospitable Portland residents are going to open their homes to all delegates. Colby must be well represented!

Y. W. C. A. NOTES COLBY CHRISTIAN ASSOCIATION Colby College, like all the rest of the world, was deeply grieved to learn of the death of Miss Grace Hoadley Dodge, late President of the National Young Women’s Christian Association. “When it was known on December 27th that Miss Dodge had died after a few hours’ illness, there were thousands whose first thought was that she had been the best loved woman in America. The news­ papers spoke of her generous gifts to large movements, but her friends thought of her as the noblest example in our country to-day of Chris­ tian womanhood,—one who showed in every act the power of the faith to which she was wholly committed. “Beginning with the Working Girls’ Clubs to which she gave her­ self with whole-hearted and democratic sympathy from girlhood, her work enlarged by degrees until it included first, The Public School Board of , of which she was the first woman member; The Girls’ Athletic League, which she founded; The American Col­ lege for girls in Constantinople, of whose Board of Trustees she was President; Teachers’ College in New York City, with its significant and far-reaching relationships; The National Travelers’ Aid Society; American Vigilance Association, and the National Board of the Young Women’s Christian Associations. “Although she carried these diverse interests in her heart and mind, and with them the personal interests of literally thousands of friends in every grade of society, she never gave the impression of hurry or confusion. She was so exact, so punctual, so clear-headed, that sep­ arate issues were never confused, separate ends never lost sight of. Her forethought, her careful use of time, resulted in a serenity and peaceful good cheer that were not the least part of her inspiration to others. “She seldom criticized, and if she had to speak of any defective work or any unrecognized limitation of character, it was always with a spirit so frank, so kindly, so free from condescension and irritation, that instead of a sting there was left a deep purpose “to make good” to the uttermost. For this, as for everything in her life the explana­ tion lay in her knowledge of the Bible. God was her loving and infi­ nitely tender Father. Jesus Christ, His Son, was to her the Way, the Truth, and the Life, come that we might have joyous life, and have it more abundantly, and the Holy Spirit was her indwelling Comforter and Counselor. “As we think of her we hear the voice that was heard on Patmos saying, Blessed are they that do His commandments, that they may have right to the tree of life, and may enter in through the gates, into the city.’’ 14 THE COLB I AN A

Our Association paid its tribute to the late President of the Na­ tional Y. W. C. A. by a Memorial Service held in Foss Hall Assembly Room, February 9th, at 6:45 p. m. It was one of the largest attended meetings we have had, for almost every girl, a number of facultv ladies, and members of the Advisory Board were present. We take this opportunity to extend our sympathy to the National Board and our sisters in Y. W. C. A. at this time of universal grief.

Dorothy Newman Webb, chairman of the Social Service Committee, lately received a card of thanks from the Belgian Relief Fund for the contribution of mufflers sent by the Colby girls.

One of the most rousing and enthusiastic meetings of the year was held the first Tuesday night of this term when Professor Libby spoke on ‘'Character." We are always glad to have Professor Libby speak to us, and we hope that we may soon hear other members of the fac­ ulty also.

Bates College is to send the annual member to New York this year. Miss Mona Hodnett has been elected as the delegate who shall rep­ resent the three collegiate associations of Maine, LTniversity of Maine, Bates, and Colby, at this Student Commission of the Northeastern Field.

Our extension work in Augusta is progressing finely. The girls are showing decided enthusiasm. Colby sends two girls to speak to the Augusta women every other Tuesday evening. The teams have been as follows: A. December 1st.—Aldine Gilman, T5, “Circumstance.” Alice Mather, T6, “Sketch of Silver Bay.” B. December 15th.—Ina McCasuland, T5, “Bible Talk.” Vivi­ enne Wright, T6, “The Modern Missionary.” C. January 26th.—Jean Moulton, T7, “Clean Sports. Mildred Greene, ’ 17, "The Aim of Basketball Developing True Womanhood.”

Preparations are being made for the Day of Prayer for Students on February 28th, 1915.

The Mission Classes will soon begin their systematized work. Get registered in some class! There is a welcome for every one—-and, moreover, Vivienne Wright, chairman of this committee is consider­ ing plans for a club of girls who wish to be Eight Weeks Club leaders this summer. This last class will be very interesting and helpful to those girls who wish to pay their debts to their home communities!

Gould’s Academy has a flourishing association and the president of the Y. W. C. A. there, Miss Gladys Davis, has written inviting two Colby girls to come to Bethel to address a meeting soon. The dele­ gates who went last year were entertained so well and found so much interest there in association work, that we are only too glad to send others to Bethel. THE COLB I AN A 15 LAUGHS Young Man, unknown to us—“Why don’t you like the new mous­ taches?” Miss A. C. 17— “Why, I don’t care for them, but it’s only a matter of taste.”

Prof. Maxfield—“What do you know about Bacon?” Miss L. F. ’16— “Bacon goes very well with fried eggs. I like mine trimmed on the edges.”

This same Miss F. T6, to unsuspecting Librarian: “I want Revenge and Death!” ‘‘What! !” “I want Revenge and Death, Bacon’s Essays.” With a sigh of relief— “Oh!”

Some one turns out lights in Psychology class. Prex.—“What did you turn out these lights for? We need all the light we can get on this subject.”

Prex.— “All here this morning? Well, I will call a few names at random— R and ! ’ ’

Prof. Cook, explaining the translation of toujour— “ ‘Always’ will not always do, and ‘still’ i-s still left for choice.”

Hurrah! look what we found!— “Girls who go through co-educational colleges are extra fine, hand-picked, sun-ripened, carefully-wrapped- up peaches—and I know what I’m talking about.”

COLLEGE INTERESTS SIGMA KAPPA BANQUET The thirty-ninth annual banquet of Alpha of Sigma Kappa was held on the evening of December 5, at the Elmwood. Toasts: ToastmistreSs...... Vivienne A. Wright, T6 Choragus...... Lois M. Osgood, T6 Greeting—Sigma’s Garden...... Ethel G. Chamberlain, T5 Sigma as a Violet...... Esther Robinson The Soil where the Violet Grows...... Marguerite Robinson The Roots of the Violet—Sigma’s Ideals...... Helen N. Hanson, T5 The Stem—Sigma’s G row th...... Annie L. M cCurdy The Pollen—Sigma’s Loyalty...... Vivian L. Skinner The Petals— Memories of Sigm a...... Florence S.Carll The Perfume—Sigma’s Influence...... Helen D.Cole The Coloring—Sigma’s Spirit Toward Others...... Phyllis St. Clair What Makes the Violet Grow ...... Elizabeth M. Hodgkins, T7 The Violet Nods—Sigma Beckons...... Marian H. White, T7 Impromptu. 16 THE COLB I AN A

Initiates: Helene Bradbury Buker, Marion Eustis Buzzell, Gladys Viola Craft, Hazel Eleanor Cobb, Norma Hoit Goodhue, Hortense Gould Lambert, Hazel Edith Loane, Dorbthy Isabel Roberts, Ruby Margaret Robinson, Leila Margaret Washburn, Margaret Wilkins, Gladys xAdelaide Welch, Hazel Lucile Whitney. Among the alumnae present were: Margaret Buswell, ’12, Kath­ erine Bowen, 14, Mary Caswell, ’04, Florence Carll, ’12, Bertha Ken- nison, '09, Esther Robinson, ’ll, Grace Thompson, ex-’15, Phyllis St. Clair, T3, Alice Purinton, ’00, Margaret Skinner, T2.

ALPHA PHI ALPHA The annual banquet of the Alpha Phi Alpha sorority was held on the evening of December 11, at the Royal. Toasts: Toastm istress...... Marguerite Chamberlain, T5 Choragus...... Ernestine Porter, 17 Alpha Phi Alpha Ideals ...... Jennie Farnum, ’15 Looking Back...... Louise Clark, 12 The F u tu re...... Hazel N. Lane, 16 The Gray and the Blue...... Nellie L. Lightbody The Day is H ere...... Aldine C. Gilman, T5 Impromptu. Initiate, Hazel Barney, 18.

DELTA DELTA DELTA The seventh annual banquet of Delta Delta Delta was held Satur­ day evening, December 12, at Hotel Elmwood. Toasts: Toastmistress...... Mary Washburn,T5 Choragus...... Mildred Barton, ex-’17 Welcome, Thrice Welcome ...Marion Steward, T5 The P earl...... Phoebie Vincent, T7 President’s Message...... Eva Reynolds, 12 Initiation’s Very Bad” ...... Helen Kimball, T8 The Pine...... Mildred Greene, T7 Present Policies...... Marian Brown, T2 Delta Life...... Effie H annan, T6 The P ansy...... Emily Cunningham, T5 Our N ine...... Flora Norton, T7 Impromptu. Among those present besides the active chapter were: Marian Brown, 12, Jennie Reed, 12, Eva Reynolds, T2, Louise Springfield, ex-’11, Ethel McEwen, ex-’14, Dorothy Tubbs, T4, Edith Washburn, ’14, Esther Gilman, ex-’16, and Mildred Barton, ex-’17. A special feature which was much enjoyed was a violin solo by Ethel McEwen, ex-’14. Initiates: Iris Carle Crosby, T6, Anne Mabel Caswell, Eunice Eliza Chase, Alice Louise Dyer, Helen May Kimball, Lenna Huldah Prescott, Zadie Inez Reynolds, Zella Amanda Reynolds, Bertha Lane Terry, and Mollie Emma Treat, T8. THE COLB I AN A 17

CHI OM EGA The annual initiation banquet of Beta chapter of the Chi Omega Fraternity was held at the Elmwood, Friday evening, December 18, 1914. The following toasts were given: Foastmistress...... Ruth W alker Goodwin, '15 C horagus...... Dorothy Newman Webb, T5 Golden Links of Chi Omega’s Chain Greetings from the phain...... Odette Montgomery Pollard,T5 Our Sovereign Links...... Hazel Louise Robinson, T7 The New L inks...... Edith Adella Pratt, T6 L inklets...... Cornelia Pulsifer Kelley, T8 Missing L inks...... Winifred Cornelia Shaw, 17 The Links of Sisterhood...... Mildred Holmes, T5 Jest-a-Links...... Marion Josephine Miller, T6 Lasting Links...... Eva Macomber, T3 Among the alumnae present were Ethel Knowlton and Olive Green, ’09, Clara Collins and Christine Whittemore, ’44, and Eva Macom­ ber, T3. The initiates: 1915, Dorothy Newman Webb. 1918, Florence Eaton, Charlotte Gilman, Cornelia Pulsifer Kelley, Marie Louise Merrill, Isabel Evelyn Snodgrass, Marion Isabel Starbird, Kathryn Mary Sturtevant, Madge Colby Tooker.

Saturday evening, Jan. 14, was one of the most delightful occasions of the year, for the “proud mother of one hundred and fifty girls” entertained them at a children’s party. Dinner was served inform­ ally at six-thirty by “Aunt Butty’’; and then the “children” enjoyed such games as Bridge and Stage Coach, the costumes adding much zest to the party. Dean Carll ended the evening in a unique way by proposing plans for a student association which shall help to unite the Women’s Division in a common cause. The following com- mitte was chosen to confer with Dean Carll concerning the forming of such a league: 1915, Dorothy Webb, Ina McCausland; 1916, Mar­ jorie Barker; 1917, Marion Daggett; 1918, Helen Kimball.

At a recent senior class meeting, the following committee was ap­ pointed to confer with a committee of senior men concerning the pub­ lishing of a Colby song book: Lena Blanchard,ex-officio , Ethel Chamberlain, Hazel Ross, Marguerite -Robinson, Mildred Holmes and Dorothy Webb.

A shipment of knitted garments for the Belgian relief was made Wednesday, Jan. 11, which entirely refutes the argument that Colby girls are not domestic.

A unique and delightful event in the college year was the tea given Wednesday P. M., January 20, by Alpha Epsilon of Delta Delta Delta in the fraternity rooms, Ticonic Building. It was attended by the faculty and the Women’s Division. The receiving line consisted of Marion Steward, T5, Mrs. Little, Mrs. Harry Greene and Mrs. 18 THE COLB I AN A

Black, patronesses of the chapter. Tea and coffee, and sandwiches, cake, and candy were served by the freshman delegation from daintily arranged tables where Lena Blanchard, Vivian Ellsworth, Mary Wash­ burn poured. Music was enjoyed throughout the tea. This is the first time that the fraternity rooms have been open to guests, and the affair will remain in memory as one of the pleasantest of the college year.

No social function of the college year has attained any more marked degree of success than did the first faculty tea of the year, held in January in the college gymnasium. It did not seem possible that the drab surroundings of the “gym” could be so completely transformed; but the efforts of the efficient decorating committee were amply re­ warded by the exclamations of admiration that the tasteful embel­ lishments called forth.- In the receiving line were Mrs. Roberts, Mrs. Parmenter, Mrs. Chester, Mrs. Libby, Mrs. Crowell, Mrs. Carter. Tea tables were thronged all the afternoon by members of both di­ visions, the fair sex looking especially charming in their afternoon costumes. The faculty ladies who poured and assisted at the tables were Mrs. Black, Mrs. Brown, Mrs. Grover, Mrs. White, Miss Carll, and Miss Hastings. Of course President Roberts was there, radiating good cheer and welcome, and imparting a delightful feeling of so­ ciability to what is often a cold, formal affair. The entire student body has expressed an ardent desire to have the tea repeated in the near future.

HEDMAN MEMORIAL PRIZES In memory of Professor John Hedman, ’95, the Class of 1895 offer the following prizes for original Colby songs written by undergradu­ ates or alumni of the college: A first prize of $25, a second prize of $15, and a third prize of $10. The songs submitted may be set to familiar tunes or may be accompanied by original music. It is sug­ gested that appropriate words fitted to the tune of “Marching Through Georgia” would be especially desirable. The prize-winning songs, together with such others as are deemed suitable by the committee of award, will be published in pamphlet form. The award of prizes will be made at Commencement. For particulars as to the conditions of the competition, date when songs must be submitted, etc., applica­ tion should be made to President Roberts. It is hoped that a large number of inspiring Colby songs will be submitted in this contest.

SENIOR PARTY On Monday, Jan. 18, the Seniors had one of their gay, good times. This time the festivities took the form of a dinrier. Promptly at six, the Seniors assembled in Lena Blanchard’s suite and partook of the following repast: Fruit salad, rolls, doughnuts, coffee, apple pie, ice cream. After dinner the whole class attended the moving pic­ tures. Dinner was in charge of the following committee: E. Mildred Bed­ ford, Odette Pollard, Ina McCausland, Margaret Forbes. THE COL B I AN A 19

Mrs. Crowell, fifteen juniors, and seven chafing-dishes assembled in the library on k riday night, Feb. 5, for our Bible Study party. For an hour we all sat around the open fire and listened to Mrs. Crowell, who told the Bible lesson in her own delightful way. After that we all ‘turned to’ and prepared a simple but nutritious lunch, in a regular cooking-school manner, for the long library table was lined with chafing-dishes with two girls at each one. It is not known that any­ one had bad luck for the shrimp wiggle, and the cocoa, and—every­ thing turned out beautifully. Before the party ended a flash-light was taken of the cooking table, certainly a wonderful but rather dis­ maying sight! Then came the college songs of course, and unani­ mous avowals of a dandy time.

Marion Green, ex-’16, now a student at Wellesley, visited at Foss Hall recently. Sunday evening, January 31, the Sophomore Bible class held a picnic supper in the library at Foss Hall.

The Freshmen of Palmer House have organized a Feed Club which they call the “Fressen-essen Freshmen Society. They elected as their officers Helene Buker, president; Alberta Shepherd, secretary; and Ruby Robinson, treasurer. Feb. 19th, the members presented at Foss Hall “M y Cousin Tom m y”, a farce in two acts. The college attended in a body and congratulations are due to the F. E. F. S. for their dramatic ability.

On January 30th, the Hamlin Prize Readings of the Women’s Di­ vision of the Freshman Class were held in the college chapel, and the following program was very well executed. Dean Carll introduced the speakers of the evening. A Sisterly Schem e...... Bunner Lyda Lanimore Turner Michael Strogoff, Courier of the Czar...... Verne Corneila Pulsifer Kelley Here Comes the^? B ride...... Rice Leila Washburn Bobbit’s H otel...... Phelps Hazel Lucile Whitney The New Church O rgan...... Carleton Annie Mabel CaswellX The Angels and the Shepherd [Ben Hur]...... Wallace Laura Maude Spalding The Deceased Robert [When Patty Went to College]...... Webster Helen Mae Kimball The Angelus...... Porter Doris Perkins Andrews A Difference in Hearts [Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm]...... Wiggin Leah Marion Horne 20 THE COLB I AN A

A Christmas Present for a L ady...... Kelley Kathryn Mary Sturtevant The Third Man from the End [When Patty Went to College] Webster Marion Eustis Buzzell

Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata...... Anonyrrous Hazel Edith Loane First prize was awarded to Kathryne Sturtevant and second to Hazel Whitney.

Dorothea Libby of Albion, has transferred from the University of Maine, and is registered in Colby’s Freshman class.

On Monday evening, , the Chop House resounded to the strains of ‘‘Che-he, Che-ha, Cha-ha-ha-ha! 1917 Rah! Rah! Rah!” All this enthusiasm was occasioned by a banquet given by the Class of 1917 to their championship basketball team. After the “gastronomicals,” [um---- wasn’t that apple pie and ice-cream good.J] we all settled quietly back to listen to the toasts full of the spirit of 1917. Toasts:

Toastmistress...... Marian Daggett ‘‘All up to cheer for 1917” From the Side Lines...... Hazel Durgin ‘‘Colby Champions, here’s to you!” The Game Begun...... MarianWhite ‘‘Che-he, Che-ha— 1917 Rah!” 1917 Back Their Team ...... FloraNorton ‘‘We sing w'ith a will for our colors.” The Game is W on...... Jeanne Moulton, [Captain] 1 1 117, 4 * 7 14 17 *7 is • our _ cry C—O—L—B—Y!”

Awarding of Numerals by Captain Moulton. Impromptu. ‘‘To Nineteen Seventeen!” Numerals were awarded to Jeanne Moulton, Ruth Brackett, Mari­ an White, Phoebie Vincent, Lucy Taylor, Mildred Greene, Flora Norton, and Selma Koehler. THE COLB I AN A 21 ALUMNAE NEWS

’14. C jrace Weston is teaching in the public schools of Westdale, Mass.

14. Grace Hamilton has been elected preceptress at Freedom Academy.

10. Mollie Moulton Herrick visited her sisters Jeanne and Kather­ ine at Foss Hall recently.

Ex-15. 'The sympathy of the girls was extended to Merle Stetson in the loss of home and furniture by fire in December. Mrs. Stetson is now residing on Marston Ave.

’10. Ruth O. Roberts of Saco, is very prominent in the musical circles of her city. Recently a recital of her pupils was given which was largely attended by parents and friends.

12. Margaret Skinner visited her cousin Vivian Skinner the week of .

Ex-’14. Marjorie Meader is spending the winter with her brother in Eawrence, Kansas.

Jennie Smith has been elected librarian at the Waterville Public Library to succeed Mrs. Benjamin Carter. Miss Smith is a graduate of Colby and has studied at Simmons.

CASWELL—CARTER One of the most brilliant weddings of the season took place on Dec. 27, at the Saint Marks Episcopal Church when Mary Helen Caswell, ’04, and Benjamin Carter of the Colby Faculty were united in mar­ riage. The church was beautifully decorated with Christmas greens and the ceremony was performed before intimate friends and rela­ tions by the Rev. Canon Geo. Bruce Nicholson. After the wedding a reception was held at the home of the bride’s mother, Mrs. Elvira Caswell in Thayer Court. After a short wedding trip the couple re­ turned to this city and reside on Center Street where they are “at home” to their many friends.

Elizabeth Bass, former de^n of women at Colby, was in town to attend the Caswell-Carter wedding.

T4. Bessie Dutton, who is teaching at Leavitt Institute, Turner , Maine, spent the vacation with her mother, Mrs. Maria Dutton, m a­ tron at Mary Lowe Hall.

TO. Pauline Herring is teaching at Westbrook. 22 THE COLB I AN A

Ex-’13. Florence Ingersoll visited at the hall January 30, on her way to Boston.

14. Lois Peacock was in town Saturday, , visiting friends at Foss Hall.

Ex-’15. Ruth Whitman of Bangor, is spending the winter in New York, visiting her uncle, Professor Charles Whitman, Colby ’94, who is professor of English at Rutgers College, N. J.

’12. Bess Cummings Walden and son, Cummings Walden, Colby, 1935, were in Waterville recently on their way home from a Christ­ mas spent in Boston.

WINDELL—ALLEN

Mattie Marie Winded, 1913, was married on Wednesday, February 24th, to Samuel Leone Allen, Bates, 1913. They will be at home after March 20, in Clinton, Maine.

Ex-’15. A son was born to Ruth Brickett Rideout, of Barre, V t., , 1915.

The publication of this issue of the COLB I ANA has been delayed by hre in the office of the Mail Publishing Company.