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Contents

The Centennial, Ruby F. Dyer, ’22 ...... 3 The Dago, Edna Briggs, ’2 2 ...... 5 The Butterfly, Catherine Tuttle, ’21 ...... 7 Twilight, Helen Freeman, ’23 ...... <...... 7 Little John and His Curls, Marguerite Rice, ’2 3 ...... 8 The Chance Companion, Marjorie Homung, ’21 ...... 9 A Newspaper Story, Catherine Tuttle, ’2 1 ...... , ...... 9 The Friendly Philosopher, Irene Gushee, ’21 ...... 10 Candles, Grace Foster, ’21 ...... 12 Springtime Again, Beatrice Ewan, ’24 ■...... 12 The Treasure, Beryl Collier, ’24 ...... 14 Editorials ...... 16 College N ew s...... 18 Y. W. C. A. N otes...... 19 Alumnae News ...... v...... 21 Jokes ...... 22

.58902 MAY? C1922 ' THE COLBIANA

Volume 9 DECEMBER, 1920 No. 1

The Centennial, June 26-30, sermon are remembered with an equal force: 1920. “What you have got out of your col­ Mornings of sparkling sunshine, lege course is measured by what you noontides of perfect calm, afternoons have put into it. If you have given of slightly moving breezes, and cool little, but little has been given to you. evenings deliciously restful, were hap­ Your gains are commensurate with the pily granted Colby College during the industry and energy and enthusiasm observance of her centennial, when with which you have gone about your more than twelve hundred of her sons tasks. The most generous givers among and daughters united in perfecting the you have received the richest rewards.” biggest moment in the history of their “Kindness and sympathy, expressed cherished alma mater. The new cen­ in word and act, will pay you larger tennial gateway in its enticing stateli­ dividends than any other investment ness invited many happy visitors to you can possibly make.” pass under it, onto the venerable col­ “Any one of us is a profiteer who is lege campus, with the splendor and more concerned about the compensation beauty of artistic decoration added to to be received than about the quality that ever-present majesty of beloved and amount of service rendered.” bricks surrounded by aged maples, elms, “For every one of us who thinks he and willows. Or in the evening, the can do more than he really can there myriad of twinkling stars sent out are a hundred of us who could do vastly from vari-colored lights, lending an al­ more than we think we could. The most mystic enchantment all about. world’s greatest tragedy is that of un­ Truly immemorable in the minds and developed human power.” hearts of all those fortunate ones who "Do not hesitate to assume heavy re­ were present will Time prove that week sponsibilities. They are agencies of de­ to be. The meetings of old friends, the velopment. The heavier load you carry joyous exclamations, or the spontaneous gives new strength for the burden. I smiles are but a few of the expressions like to see a boy with an ambition ap­ thru which surged an overwhelming parently too large for him; our text pride in our Colby, and a renewed love shows him how to grow to fill it. If his for her, powerful and unresisting. ambition' is too small for him, he will Nearly one-half of all her living grad­ surely shrink to fit it.” uates came back to add to those gala “We show our wisdom, or lack of it, days, and to take from them the inspira­ by the way we use our knowledge. tion they so freely offered. Wisdom is plan and purpose and meth­ Those who helped to crowd the muni­ od. Wisdom is the correlation of learn­ cipal building on that Sunday morning ing with life. Knowledge without wis­ will never forget the Baccalaureate ad­ dom is at best useless and at worst a dress delivered by President Arthur J. danger and a menace.” Roberts. “Give and it shall be given Another of the never-to-be-forgotten unto you” is the well remembered text meetings took place on the same day. which the President characterized as Sunday afternoon the big white tent— the secret of success in life. Perhaps the campus auditorium—was filled, to the few following phrases from that witness the bestowing of the Service 4 T H E COLB I AN A Medals upon three hundred Colby men ing toward the Kennebec, offering as a and women, representing all branches background The Willows, at that time of the Nation’s service, and to pay hom­ rich in their June foliage, afforded the age to the nineteen Colby sons who pageant grounds; and Colby men and made the supreme sacrifice. The bronze women were the performers thru whom medal which has been given to each of its beautiful message was twice ex­ the six hundred and seventy-five Colby pressed to more than six thousand ad­ men and women who were in any branch miring spectators. of war service, or to the nearest of kin Four episodes in twelve scenes trace in the case of those who will never come Colby’s Torch of Learning: back, bears on one side a picture of two Seeking a place where her ideals may students, one in the uniform of the be realized, the Spirit of Learning, ac­ army and the other in that of the navy, companied by her two attendants, Lib­ leaving their college room, and the erty and Service, who represent the words, “For Country and Humanity;” special characteristics of Christian edu­ on the reverse side, a picture of the im­ cation, comes to the New World. In the mortal Lovejoy defending his printing first episode, The Lighting of the Torch, press, and the words, “By the blessing of the Spirit of Learning and her two at­ God, I will never go back.” On this oc­ tendants, welcomed by Roger Williams casion President Roberts, Dr. Herbert and the Indians, after having been re­ C. Libby, and General Herbert M. Lord pulsed by the Puritans, kindle the flame made brief, stirring addresses. in America. Roger Williams, by founding Thus, mention might fittingly be made the first Baptist church in America, kept of each and every unit which went to aloft the Baptist Ideal; not long after. make up the whole of Colby’s wonderful Rev. Jeremiah Chaplin brot his family first centennial, as for example, of the to Waterville, and thru his efforts there Phi Beta Kappa oration;—of the big was the Founding of Colby. The Spirit college sing;—of the President’s Recep­ of Maine, urged by the Spirit of Learn­ tion, where everybody met everybody ing, confers the right to give collegiate else;—of the special speakers for the degrees upon the Spirit of Colby who Junior and Senior Class Day exercises; promises, “Ever will I bear the torch on —of the well trained band and orches­ high nor let its light grow dim. My tra ever at Colby’s service;—of the fra­ torch bearers will I send wherever free­ ternity and sorority reunions where dom, truth, and brotherhood shall call.” men or women were boys or girls again; The Torch of Liberty is the second —of the presentation of the Lovejoy episode. Portraying the martyrdom of bookcase;—of the long torchlight pa­ Elijah Parish Lovejoy of the class of rade where singing, cheering enthusi­ 1826, the scene of Lovejoy defending asm vied with the penetrating flamboy­ his fourth press is introduced; just be­ ance of the burning torches;—or of the fore the shot fatal to him, he declared. Commencement Day exercises where de­ “I can die at my post, but I cannot de­ grees were conferred upon seventy- sert it. I have sworn eternal opposition seven graduates, but it was not these to slavery, and by the blessing of God, that portrayed most strikingly the pro­ I will never go back.” gress of our college; that which pic­ (Abraham Lincoln wrote in a letter tured this was The Colby Centennial to Rev. James Leman, Jr., March 2, Pageant. 1857, “Lovejoy’s tragic death for free­ Miss Rose Adelle Gilpatrick of the dom in every sense marked his sad end­ class of 1892, is the author of the pa­ ing as the most important single event geant; Miss Lotta A. Clark of Boston, that ever happened in the new world.”) was the director of i t ; the campus, slop­ Colby’s share in the Civil War, and T H E COLB I AN A 5 the patriotism of the students is depict­ promptly pledge themselves to give as­ ed in another arousing scene; there, sistance. “Sam,” a freed slave, who for thirty-six Finally Colby presents to the Spirit years served as a faithful janitor, re­ of Learning some of those who, having ceives an enthusiastic greeting from received their light from her, have those who recognize his likeness. passed it on to others, and some who In the third episode, The 'Grouting are ready to go forth to continue the Flame, the Spirit of Learning and the service in the future. The Spirit of Spirit of Womanhood lament that men Learning bestows the Crown of Service only, are permitted to share the privi­ upon Colby, saying, “Faithfully have leges of learning; Colby receives women you performed your mission. With within her portals, and a dance of Hope pleasure I place the victor’s crown upon prettily symbolizes her greeting. A your head. In the coming century may tableau at the close of this scene shows your light ever brighter grow.” hope fulfilled, as honorary degrees are To the singing of the Centennial presented to Mrs. Mary Low Carver, Hymn, written by Rev. Woodman Brad­ the first woman graduate, and to Miss bury, D. D., ’87, the pageant perform­ Louise Helen Coburn, the first woman ers withdraw in recessional;—a review trustee. of Colby’s first centennial completed; Colby’s preparatory schools are determined hope, pure faith, and allur­ shown, paying homage to Mother Colby. ing aspirations dominant within her as Later, the Spirit of Colby becomes she enters upon her second century of downcast and dejected; three times, in service. striking variation, the Blue Glooms dance weirdly about her, but each time they are driven away by the Joy Sprites, The Dago. as a Herald announces gifts from Gard­ "Dagos,” people call them; and the ner Colby, Ex-Governor Coburn, and name seems to fit. They come over Colonel Shannon. from their peaceful homes, by shiploads, The Torch Bearers, the fourth epi­ animated with one idea that is to be sode, suggests Colby’s part in world­ fulfilled in one glorious rosy future. wide missions, by impressive represen­ It is easy to get rich in America! tative groups from the needy ones to And so they come to this country, the whom Colby has sent many helpful land of promise, in flocks like sheep, workers; they bear testimony to her find homes if so they can be called, (in work in the past and welcome the Stu­ the poorer section of some city) and dent Volunteers who dedicate them­ become parts of the machinery that selves to the service of these people. keeps the world in motion. Next comes a scene calling to mind Miguel Gonzola was a dago. He had Colby service men of the Great War,— no education. Instead, his hands earned men who bore the torch in the struggle for him the daily wage that others, idly for democracy. Then a picture of Colby sitting behind their office desks, consid­ to-day with her many departments, her ered sufficient. collegiate organizations, fraternities and sororities,—thru which the torch All day long the crew of men had been keeps burning brightly. Her spirit, toiling in the hot sun, half a mile beyond however, is put to test by Humanity who the sign which read,—“Road Under makes an appeal for help in this day of Construction.” the world’s needs. The undergraduate Miguel stopped work and slowly students, represented by the Knights of mopped his brow. Only that morning Learning and the Maids of Compassion, the doctor had come to see Loretta, his 6 THE COLBIANA wife, who, back home in the hottest part stantaneously. They were only too glad of the city, lay ill with consumption. to stop work. “You will have to take her to the Miguel stood apart from the rest of country,” he said. “It is her only the group of weary dust-covered road chance.” builders,. It was time to go home,— Poor Loretta! This America had not there to prepare his frugal meal and been all sunshine since they had come care for his suffering wife; and it would over ten years ago. They had worked— be months before his meagre earnings And now the doctor had said—but Mi would form a sum large enough to send guel could not bear to think of it. Hum­ Loretta to the country. bly he worked on, resting only now and Narrowly Miguel watched the man, then when the crew would have to stand the man whose salary would mean so back from the road while the dynamit­ much to him; watched him place the ing was in process. dynamite and attach the fuse which was Unconsciously he watched the man connected with the plunge-battery by place the fuse and set off the heavy means of two little wires. He saw the blasts of dynamite, that sent showers of man stand back at a safe distance, take rock and debris into the air. It all the battery lever in his hand and plunge looked so simple to him—and yet this it down. Immediately an explosion man got twice as much salary as he, who came that sent earth and rock hurling shoveled away with hardly time to upward. think. But something else had happened! “It is her only chance,” ran thro his The force of the explosion had sent the mind as he bent to his task, “It is her small battery wire into the air and it only chance.” had struck against the main high ten­ It would take twice as much salary sion wires that ran uncovered above the as he was getting, to find a home for ledge and on to furnish electricity to Loretta in the country where she could the city. get well and strong again. Yet it had The man at the battery fell to the to be done! He must work over hours. ground, his hand still grasping the He hated the man at the battery. lever; he was unable to let go. The Things were not fair in this world. men rushed to him but immediately fell Why could not he, Miguel, who needed back again. No one dared to touch him. the money so badly, hold his position The wires were still connected and the and receive his wages? whole force of the 30,000 volts of elec­ The afternoon wore on but no solution tricity was passing thro the man’s body. of affairs for Miguel. In a dazed sort Slowly, it seemed to the waiting and cf a manner he worked on, his mind silent crowd, yet in reality in a few sec­ constantly reverting to Loretta and then onds, the little wire burned thro and back again to the man at the battery so fell to the ground. They raised the man confidently setting off the heavy blasts limp and pale. The deadly electricity of dynamite. had done its worst. “It is her only chance;” that was as Suddenly Miguel straightened up. He far as Miguel could get in solving the had come to a full realization of facts. problem confronting him. What if he had been the man at the bat­ At last it was nearly time to stop tery? What good would the extra wages work for the day. One last part of a be to him? Poor Loretta would have ledge had to be dynamited, then all been left with no one to care for her. would be ready for the crew to start As it was, by working more hours and work in the morning. The signal for saving as best he could, he would be the men to stand back was obeyed in­ able after a time to send Loretta to the THE COLBIANA 7 country. America was a good land af­ were around—and how he had longed to ter all. chop-chop too. The delicious odor of ginger-bread came from the kitchen window—and yet, Little John was mop­ The Butterfly. ing! Up thru the bright blue skies it floats Suddenly a breeze blew one of his at dawn, soft yellow curls across his cheek. He The sunlight glist’ning on its gorgeous started out of his reverie and defiantly wings,— pushed the curl back. Yes! it was For beauty only, one can see ’twas bom ; those horrid yellow curls that spoiled While on the nodding flow’rs it clings all his fun. How he hated them! All and swings. the boys in the neighborhood teased him ’Tis one of mother nature’s fairy things about them; even the little girls taunted And blithesomely it dances for a day. him—and that was worst of all, because At twilight, as the far-off wood thrush he hated little girls anyway. His next- sings dcor neighbor, Joey McKenzie, had been A soft “good-night” to sunset’s fading his one staunch playmate—until to-day. ray. Now, he too was over there in the woods The butterfly sinks down; its life has helping to chop-chop-chop logs for that ebbed away. wonderful little play-house. Deep down in his heart Little John did not blame Joey—he would like to be there himself. Twilight. But he knew what the boys would say, The sunset slowly dying in the west. “Sissy-boys with curls can’t chop with a A lonely peasant coming from his toil hatchet.” Thru fields of ripening barley and of He remembered the time when he wheat wanted to play pirates with them. They While over all the mystic sound of had. laughed and cried out, “a pirate chimes. with curls, yellow curls ’specially!” The Angelus, as tho’ enclosing all Even Joey had to laugh at the idea of The landscape in a cloak of quiet peace. a pirate with yellow curls. After that H.. ! * Little John never asked to join in their The twilight falls, and echoes only send games; in fact he avoided them all, ex­ Reverberating o’er the land, the faint cept Joey, as much as possible. But Sweet music of those chimes. next fall he was going to school! Then he would have to be with the boys—and girls. When this awful calamity reoc­ Little John and his Curls. curred to him he jumped up and thrust Little John sat moping on the back his fists into the pockets of his little steps! It was June, the time of year white pants. He started down the drive­ when little boys and girls are usually way scuffing up the dirt as he went; so happiest. A nearby meadow rang with that he did not see the boy coming down the jumbled shouts of young baseball the street until he heard, “ ’Lo there enthusiasts. From nearer still, the sister 1” woods directly in back of Little John’s He looked up and saw “Baldie” Jacobs house, came the uneven chop-chop of lit­ go by with a fishing rod over his shoul­ tle hatchets. Little John knew what der and a tin can in his hand. Little that chop-chopping noise meant. Many John sighed with envy. “Baldie” had a time he had gone there where the his hair shaved off every summer! How tiny log cabin was being built—that is wonderful it must be to hear the snip- when he was sure that none of the boys snip of the barber’s shears thru your T H E C0LB1ANA hair! He had watched Joey “get a hair­ luscious chocolate pudding. While he cut” once and he had never forgotten was leaning over one side of the apron the snip-snipping of the scissors. slipped off his shoulder into the open Little John was pretending that the fire. Immediately Little John was barber was just snipping off his last ablaze! Nora screamed and tried to curl with those great big shears—when beat off the flames with the dish towel. his mother called, "Come, Little John, Mother came running to see what the you must get dressed to go down-town trouble was. She snatched the pail of with mother.” Down-town meant a ride drinking water from the kitchen table on the trolley car and Little John loved and poured it over Little John. the trolley car. He ran in and an hour He was too badly frightened and hurt later was all ready to start even to his to remember what happened next, but best sailor hat and little blue coat. Once he remembered being in bed all ban­ on the magic car he lost his worries in daged up, and hurting all over. There imagining himself one of those impor­ was a lady there, all in white, with a lit­ tant blue capped men that took your five tle white cap on her head, who smiled cent pieces and rang a bell every time and asked if it hurt very much. For the anyone got off or on. Then a motherly next week Little John was petted and old lady boarded the car and sat down humored and read to, to his heart’s con­ beside him. She smiled up at his mother tent. Gradually the pains grew less and said, “What pretty curls your little and finally there were hardly any at all. girl has!” Soon he was able to get up and play John’s forehead clouded with a sullen about the room. frown. He lost all interest in the trip He quite enjoyed the bandages on his and brooded all the way to town and head and neck and arms. He played all back. That night he asked his father, sorts of games in which he was a Big John, why he couldn’t have his hair wounded soldier, a wood-cutter whose cut like other boys most five did- Big axe had slipped and cut his head, even John laughed and said, “Mother wants a man run over by a trolley car. And her little boy’s curls another year, son.” yet when one morning the doctor came Another year! That meant a fourth to peel off the yards of bandage, Little of July, a Hallowe’en, a Thanksgiving, a John was not reluctant. Christmas, a birthday, an Easter Sun­ That noon when Big John came in to day—and all that time he would be see how his son was getting on, fie going to school! The boys and girls patted him on the shoulder with a “Lit­ would jeer at him; perhaps the teacher tle John, there’s a surprise for you on might laugh too! Perhaps she might your mother’s dressing table. Run in even call him a girl and put him with and get it!” the girls! Little John ran into his mother’s rcom All thru June and July Little John but stopped short in front of her dress­ planned wild schemes for avoiding the ing table. After a dazed second he dread opening of school, but he knew raised a loud whoop and shouted, “My that they were useless. curls are all burned off! Now I can O’ne morning he was out in the kit­ play pirates!” chen helping Nora dry the dishes, with a big gingham apron tied around him. Mother was having company that night The Chance Companion. and Nora was preparing the choice Before us both the same road lay. dainties for dinner. She went over to I called for you to hear, put some coal on the fire and Little John “A mile along life’s sunny way followed to get a close-up sniff of the Come walk with me T H E COLB 1 AN A 9 And laugh with me, up and put him inside his coat to A comrade for a year.” warm him. The puppy gratefully curled up in a little round ball and So now the cross-roads post is nigh, went to sleep. And must I leave you here? “Poor little shaver!” he said. “I We laugh, and part without a sigh. guess we’re both down and out, tonight, The mile is done, but I don’t believe they left you in the The sands are run,— lurch on purpose. It’s only human be­ But ’twas a merry year! ings that are treated that way.” The next night, Herbert started to the theatre to meet Pearl. As he neared A Newspaper Story his destination, he caught a glimpse of her in a roadster beside a strange man. It was a crisp, fall evening and the She was smiling and he seemed to be streets were filled with pleasure-seekers. talking to her. Herbert turned back, Pearl Palmer, a young actress, separ­ sadly, and, later in the evening, when ated herself from the throng and tripped he asked Pearl about it, over the tele­ up the hotel steps. An annoyed frown phone, she answered laughingly, “Oh, was on her face, her red, “cupid’s bow” ’twas only Tom Verbeck, the star play­ lips were pursed into a pout, her chin er,” and then, “You’ll be proud of me, was lifted haughtily in the air, and her Herbert, when you see how well I’m usually laughing blue eyes held a glint doing.” of defiance, as she looked at the quietly Herbert sighed as he hung up the re­ dressed young man who was waiting a' ceiver. Was he, after all, a fool? He the top. had come to the city he despised and Pearl tapped a dainty, kid-covered toe taken a position inferior to the one he and snapped irritably, “I forgot you had left just to be near Pearl. And how asked me to supper with you, Herbert, was he being rewarded? Four dreary and I accepted an invitation to go to the months and he had had only fleeting ‘Oriental’ with Norman Porter. You glimpses of her, alone. “Jumbo,” the needn’t scold,” she anticipated, “I’m puppy, was now recognized as the other sorry I forgot,” and she left him. member of the family, and Herbert re­ The man stumbled back down the sorted to a habit of talking to him, now. steps. It was the old story, “some other “The wheels are going wrong in my man.” Had she not promised to marry head, son. I guess this kind of life him? And yet, she didn’t care enough doesn’t agree with me. Every time I for him to remember their engagements see her, I want her more, and yet she on the few nights he might spend with slips away. She’s too much of a butter­ her. He wandered down the street and fly for me, but I guess that’s what into the park. He had worked all day makes me want her so.” And again he and then gone without his supper in heaved a sigh that was almost a sob. order to meet Pearl. Now, he was tired, A few days later Herbert called her and disappointed. It was only one of up again, “And you’ll take a ride with many nights like this. He sank down me tonight?” he asked. upon a bench, and buried his face in his Herbert drove recklessly. Sometimes hands. he joked and laughed wildly, and, sud­ As he sat there, he heard a whining denly, he would lapse into moody si­ sound near him, and, a moment later, a lences. Pearl had never seen him like cold little nose was thrust under his el­ this before. She could not understand bow. A tiny puppy had been left on the him so she devoted herself to teasing Dench and forgotten. Herbert took him Jumbo. As she stepped from the car at 10 THE COLBIANA the end of the ride, Herbert detained He’s the only true friend I ever had,” her. he gasped. As his eye rested on Nor­ “Won’t you be ready to marry me man Porter he gave him one look of soon and come back to my home, dear? triumph, and died. I’ve waited long,” he pleaded. The next day, the following article Pearl laughed, and pinched Jumbo’s appeared in the paper:— ear as she said, “Oh, don’t get serious, now, Herbert. You don’t want to be “If you want a man to love you, married yet.” Bear in mind this plan: “But don’t you love me, still?” Always keep him doubtful of you; “Oh, yes, but I’m not ready to give Fool him all you can! up this life, yet. One may as well die as marry.” “Never let him know you like him; And she left him laboring under a red Never answer, ‘Yes,’ rage against the theatre, Norman Por­ Till you have him broken-hearted, ter, Tom Verbeck, and even Pearl. Make him guess, guess, guess. She wouldn’t torment him much longer. He would go away and leave “This is the chorus of one of the songs her to her friends,----- no, he couldn’t Pearl Palmer, pretty opera singer, was do that. His hand trembled on the to have sung when she made her first steering wheel, as he guided his car to­ Broadway appearance as one of the wards the country. He sped rapidly principals of the opera, ‘The Princess away from the city, the theatre, and Pat.’ Now she is dead, because she Pearl. A traffic policeman’s whistle carried out this philosophy in her own blew somewhere, but he only sped on life, her friends say. Herbert Haeckler, the faster. Jumbo yelped in protest as who killed the young singer and him­ the car lurched, but he paid no atten- self, Sunday night, had been kept ton. ‘guessing,’ they say, until his mind had It was Sunday night before the play given away.” was to be given. Pearl was practicing the chorus to her song. It rang out clearly, and coquettishly, in the big The Friendly Philosopher. empty theatre— In these days of moving pictures with their blood-curdling serials and thrill­ "Never let him know you like him: ing mystery stories, it is refreshing to Never answer, ‘Yes’ find something so genuine and whole­ Till you have him broken-hearted some as the writings of David Grayson Make him guess, gu-----” Long since tired of the psychological theories of Oliver Lodge, the upsetting From an upper balcony of the thea­ problems of Bernard Shaw, or the jest­ tre, a shot rang out! Pearl crumpled ing genius of Oscar Wilde, we turn with up and lay, motionless, on the floor. A delight to “Adventures in Content­ second shot was heard,—muffled this ment” or “The Friendly Roadin them time. Women screamed, and white­ to find happiness, contentment, and a faced men ran up-stairs where they more lasting philosophy of life than is found a man with hair disordered and to found in most poems or in many an full of dust. His eyes were bloodshot orthodox sermon. In one hand was a smoking revolver, It is strange how few there are, who and, in the other, he held out a squirm­ before some poet or prophet comes ing nuppy. along to reveal it—are able to recognize “Take good care of the little beggar. the beauty of the commonplace. It re- THE COLB I AN A 11 mained for David Grayson to discover read one of David Grayson’s books and the charm in simplicity, the joys of you will chuckle at your own follies.” friendship, and the beauty that is hid­ There is a healthfulness, an air of ex­ den in all the common things with which uberance about him. He makes an we are surrounded. “Adventures in aventure out of the common task of Friendship,” “Hempfield,” and several ploughing “this wonderful, beautiful, other books of his appeared under the and incalculably interesting earth,” as pseudonym of Grayson; but his political, he calls it. economic, and journalistic articles are He loves the sense of smell, the earthy signed by his own name, Ray Stannard smell. After digging on his little farm Baker. One would hardly expect from he sits down comfortably beneath the the pen of a journalist, editor, reporter, hawthorn tree and stretches his legs nay even “muck-raker” such philoso­ with the remark “There is a poem in phy as his books reveal. Having per­ stretched legs—I can’t write it but I fect health, he lives mostly out of doors, can feel it.” Who but David Grayson and not only enjoys life but reaps a kind could have said just this? of second crop from enjoying that en­ Happiness he finds in the rebound joyment. President Wilson appointed from hard work, not in lurking in pal­ him director of publicity for the Peace aces, but in corn fields and factories Conference—a fact that proves that and hovering over littered desks. this rambler over God’s green fields is a For his friends, he has much to say. practical man of affairs and not a mere In “Hempfield,” his book nearest a idle dreamer. Neither is he a reaction­ novel, he calls talks with friends “those ary. He does not want to go back, nor rare and beautiful flowers which blos­ does he neglect any means of progress. som upon the growing branches of the He is eager to know men thus better to tree of intimacy” and, as for neighbors, reach “the elbow-rub of brotherhood,” he accepts those nearest at hand. You as he calls it, the highest of human will find them surprisingly human like ideals. yourself. If you like them you will be There is a humaneness, a freshness, surprised to find how much they like an intimateness in his pages, nowhere you. His friends have come to him as else to be found. We read his books naturally as the corn grows in the corn­ without rule or reason, not even for in­ fields or the wind blows in the trees. struction but willfully for enjoyment, So he goes back to his work thinking because we cannot help it. The author how many fine people there are in the breathes of satisfaction and content­ world if one will but scratch them deep ment and quiet contemplation of the enough. life about him. He hates sham and His “Friendly Road” rings with the cant and seeks to give us reality. His thought that life is wonderful, that works display the qualities of unexpect­ there is grandeur in everything. Turn­ edness and beauty, and arouse the spirit ing in whimsical view, he reflects that of happiness, wonder, and appreciation nearly all of us are shocked by the of the value of truth. The reader fin­ cheerfulness of the wicked, and feel that ishes a book with infinitely more zest those whom we have set aside as sinful than when he began. Upon completing reprobates should, by good rights, draw the first chapter of “The Friendly long faces and be appropriately misera­ Road” I exclaimed, "Ah, I have found a ble. We are never quite accustomed to philosopher,”—and indeed a joyous one our own surprise at finding them cheer­ its David Grayson 1 A friend of mine ful or contented. He tells us that when once wrote me—“If you ever get out of he was younger he felt that he should sorts with people and life in general, like to make over some of his neighbors. 12 THE COLB I AN A

He wondered if he could not improve Candles. upon the processes of the Creator, who, apparently, was wobbly in his moral "The spirit of man is the candle of the Lord.” standards and weak in his discipline in — Prov. 20, 17. that he allowed several people to flour­ God’s candles we ish and be joyful who certainly deserved Some burning high, some low to be smitten on their refractory pates. We see the flames as souls, Time has changed Grayson; for now he Where e’er we go. likes to see his friends coming toward him true to themselves. God’s candles we— He strikes the key note of happiness If set where dark or light, in what he calls “doing;” for doing It matters not—, if we but keep leads the way to riches, to power, to His altar bright. reputation; and, if occasionally it lands a man in the penitentiary, still, he feels, God’s candles we— that there is something grand about Lit from his radiant flame even that, and he reflects that the same If we burn clear and high process leads also to the Senate, the We glorify His name. White House, or to a palace on Fifth God’s candles we— Avenue. Than to be needed in other Oh, may we brighter glow— human lives, he says, there is nothing To lighten other flames more wonderful in the whole world. That flicker low! We close his books with the regret that they are not longer. We read our favorite passages over and over again, Springtime Again. and rejoice in the reading and in the It was in an old-fashioned garden, memory and lesson left. He can reach bursting forth in the first glory of the the heights, he can travel in the clouds; springtime, that our story began. but he never once loses sight of good old Everywhere was the warmth and fresh­ Mother Earth and her commonest chil ness of this happy season. Birds were dren. Perhaps the most typical Gray- chirping blithely in the trees. Now and sonian expression, the one which sums then a squirrel dashed recklessly across up his whole genuine self, is his words the path. Dainty flowers were lifting in “Hempfield Iheir heads for the first time in greeting “The fact is whether we like it or n jt, ic the sun, and the tender green shoots we are all mixed up together in this of grass found a carpet as yet untrod world-—poets, plumbers, critics, and upon. cooks—and the more clearly we recog­ But suddenly, a cloud seemed to dim nize it, the sounder, truer, firmer will the light. A chill came over the atmos­ be our grip upon the significance of phere, and down the narrow, gravel human life. Why, many a time,” he says, walk came the intruding form of an el­ “wtien I’ve been sitt:ng in my study, liv­ derly man. His steps were faltering, ing for a moment in the rarer atmos­ but his head was high; and a cold cyni­ phere of prophets, poets, and philoso­ cal expression was on his face. The con­ phers, I have had to get up and go out tracted brows, tight lips, and wrinkles to feed the pigs and I have always felt showed the sign of suffering, but also of that it was good for me.” an iron will. He wandered slowly around the garden, taking in with a cursory, unresponsive glance all the THE COLB 1 AN A 13 beauties of nature. Once he stopped be­ a varied bouquet of posies in her tiny fore a bed of nasturtiums. He gazed hands, was a fairy-like child with hair intently for a moment on one brave of spun gold, and eyes like the velvet little blossom, gnashed his teeth, petal of a violet. A warm light leaped crushed the liower underfoot, then from his eyes and he started forward turned and left the garden. He locked impulsively. But immediately he re­ the massive iron gate through which he strained himself. The cold steely glint passed, and entered the house. He ut­ returned to his eyes, and he approached tered no word until he fell dejectedly the child with no semblance of a wel­ into his favorite armchair, but then, did come. To the deluge of questions which the strength of the man give way. he showered upon her, she replied with Tears coursed down his furrowed smiling lips reddened by the juice of cheeks, and pitiful sobs echoed through wild strawberries: “My name is Mary. the empty rooms of the lonely house. I squeezed in through the bars of the “Mary, my Mary,” he cried. “An­ gate. I know I oughtn’t to be here, but other spring and you are not here to my mama has told me so many times enjoy it with me. Why! oh why, did about the beautiful flowers here, that to­ you marry against my wishes? But day when she went away, I ran off, and why have you never returned ? Did you thought I would just come in and peek not know that it was in a storm of pas­ at them. I didn’t mean to pick any, but sion that I forbade you to enter your there were so many, and they were so home again, and that for seven long pretty, I—I just couldn’t help it.” years I have prayed for your return?” Her pleading look should have melted He entreated thus for a while, then, the heart of an iron man, but not so becoming master of his emotions, he sat with this one. He told her to get out the still, thinking of the past, and the cards way she had entered, and with drooping fate had dealt him. His wife had died head and lagging steps she made her many years before, and after her death way to the gate. he lived only -for the love of his daugh­ Meanwhile, he was deep in thought, ter, and of money. When she became for the mention of her mother had sent old enough to pilot her own ship, she a ray of suspicion into his brain, and he directed her course differently from was wondering, wondering, futilely that which he approved, and thus, for wondering if at last the door was open­ seven years the two ships of life had ing. While engrossed thus, he felt a tug been tossing far out at sea, with no at his coat, and there again was the beacon light to draw them together. originator of his thoughts. This, the seventh springtime witnessed “Please sir, I gess—I gess I must alone, was the climax. He wanted his have eaten too many strawberries. I daughter, but could he break the can’t squeeze back again, and will you shackles of pride; seek her out; and bid unlock the gate for me?” her to return again to her home? An eerie smile crossed his face. He While pondering this momentous strode to the gate; unlocked it; and she question, he was disturbed by the pat­ was about to slip through, when a wom­ ter of feet, and the crunching of pebbles an rushed frantically up, cried, “Mary,” on the walk. Amazed that anyone should in the anxious tones of a mother; seized be in the garden, to which no one had her; and then looked up at the keeper of been admitted for many years, he has­ the gate. For one long moment each tened to the door and there beheld a held the other’s eyes. Then pride crum­ sight bewildering enough to startle any bled. The eternal fire of love leaped man. out, and again father held daughter in a Darting from bed to bed, and clasping long yearned embrace. 14 THE COLB I AN A at the bottom of the matter. He was in The noon-day sun sent his warm rays love with a society girl. He was shook into the garden, and one could have up amidships all right but he had too heard him say, upon seeing the happy much pride to ask her to marry him be­ trio, “Well, it’s springtime once again. cause she had lots of money. Time wore on. We hit it off pretty well together, but no sign of any treasure or anything The Treasure. that looked like it till one bleak, dark Uncle Benny sat down on a box, day we got lost. pulled a dark piece of chewing tobacco “We were nearly down to the Stag­ out of his pocket, and sank his brown horn when dark came on and a big wave teeth into it thoughtfully. “It’s a good nearly swamped us. ‘Let’s strike for thing for a man to have plenty of pride,” that little cave over there,’ says Kersey; philosophized he, “but too much of it is so we had a race with the wind through liable to spoil his own happiness. And the gale and made the cave which speakin’ of pride reminds me of a chap seemed like a long narrow canal with a I knew way back in the seventies.” roof of stone. There was a kind of Hearing these words, I settled myself ledge of rock along the wall where a comfortably on a pile of dry fish-nets man could walk. We anchored the boat and awaited the story which I knew was just inside the cave where the wind sure to follow. couldn’t get at it, took a lantern, and “He was a fine, upstandin’ fellow,” he started to look the cave over. I guess went on, “as gentle-mannered as one of it must have been a half mile long. But these here highfalutin’ writer-fellows I tell you right now, boy, that what we who come down here to get what they found at the end was worth the walk. call local color, whatever that is. His “The water stopped there so we could name was Kersey, Sam Kersey. He was see the floor of the cave. Half in water, shy at first, I guess, anyway he never half on the rock of the floor, was an old talked much till one night he opened up battered boat, in which was lying tipped and told me his reason for coming here. up a wooden chest locked tight and He was a lawyer and a good one, too, bound with brass bands. Shiver my and seems like his father had been one timbers, but wasn’t I excited! And of these scientific researchers—I guess Kersey! He let one yell out of him and that’s what you call ’em—who lost his jumped for the box. We couldn’t get it life somewhere along this shore. His open there so we started back to the body was found with the bodies of his mouth of the cave to find the boat still companions and people said that his in its place, the wind gone down, and boat went down with a chest of treas­ the stars a-shining. ures from somewhere in the Bermuda “We hustled back to the house and Islands. Young Kersey had come after while I was gettin’ supper, he opened the treasure. I thought it was a wild- the box. Suffering catfish! what do goose chase, but he was deadly in ear you suppose he found? A small leather nest. bound book with a few legal papers of “The sea had been searched along its some kind. On the inside of the cover bottom but the lad had a fool notion of the book was the name, John F. Ker­ that he could find the gold if he looked sey. The kid broke down when he saw for it long enough. Well, I told him he it, and I know it wasn’t because he was crazy and he said he guessed he didn’t find the treasure, it was memories was, too; but he seemed so sad about of his father. The boy must have something that I gave him all the hope thought a lot of him. and comfort I could. The next day I got “I made him eat some supper and af- THE COLBIANA 15 terwards he sat down to read the little her off. The old chest had held a treas­ book which turned out to be his father’s ure after all. The diary had told the diary. He read till eleven o’clock and secret story of his father’s life; for he he seemed kind of thoughtful when he had been too proud to pop the question went to bed. The next morning when to the girl he loved because she was a I was getting the fish nets ready for the little above him in money matters and day’s catch, Mr. Kersey steps out of the he married a nice girl years afterward, house all dressed up, with suit case and who made him a faithful wife but who all. ‘Where you going,’ says I. ‘Back never held the place in his heart the home’ answers he and dumb-founded I other one had. The young fellow had shook hands with him and said good-by. learned a lesson from his father’s life.” “It wasn’t till two weeks later that I Uncle Benny stopped talking, leaned learned the reason for his sudden de­ back and closed his eyes. “Well,” he parture. They were visiting me and said, “it’s a funny world. He found a they were two of the happiest people in treasure that day, any way, and one the world. He had gone to ask her to that he will keep for life.” marry him before some one else grabbed 16 THE COLB I AN A to the stimulous the event had ? College THE COLB1ANA is not a sponge into which everything soaks and then evaporates. College Published three times a year by the Women’s Division of should be a ground where the seeds are Colby College. sown and all life thereafter is the gar­ Entered as second-class m atter December 18. 1914, a t the den. But if we are dug, ploughed, hoed poet office a t Waterville, Maine, under the Act of March spaded, and harrowed and nothing is al­ 3. 1879. lowed to grow in college shall we ever Iiene S. Gushee, 1921, Editor-in-Chief have more than the ploughed ground H. Naomi Maher, 19*22, First Asst. Editor when we are finished? Hazel G. Dyer, 1922, Second Asst. Editor

ASSOCIATE EDITORS College students of to-day emphasize M a r j o r i e H a r m i n g , 1 9 2 1 ...... ability, initiative, executive ability and E d n a C h a m b e r la in , 1 9 2 2 ...... the energy that accomplishes things. I d a J o n e s , 1 9 2 3 ...... The student who is a leader in college L i t e r a r y activities is a hero praised and admired by his fellows. On the other hand the C , .... E d i t o r s scholar, if there can be found in the col­ Gladys Briggs, 1922 ...... News Editor lege halls an individual worthy of that Grace Foster, 19*21 ...... Y. W. C. A. Editor name, is promptly labelled a grind, and Doris Gower, 1921 ...... Alumnae Editor is left to tread the path of knowledge in E li z a b e t h S m ith , 1 9 2 1 ...... S p o r t s E d i t o r solitude. Bernice Butler, 1921 ...... Business Manager We scorn the scholar but his labors Annie Burgess, 1922, Asst. Business Manager are rewarded by delights unknown to Helen W illiams, 1923, Asst. Business M anager most of us. To the sincere seeker after TERMS: Subscriptions, 60 cents per year in advance. knowledge, the earth unfolds its treas­ Single copies, 25 cents. ures. The scientist finds miracles in the very things which we in our blindness All rem ittances by mail should be made to Bernice Butler. Foss Hall. call commonplace. In the forces of nature, he finds mysteries which baffle All Alumnae news and other items of interest to the his intelligence at every turn. Only Women’s Division will be gladly received by the Editors. here and there a gleam of light which challenges and beckons him onward. Editorials. To the student of literature is revealed “We are dug by sermons, ploughed by the choicest expression of other men’s theaters, harrowed by movies, hoed and souls. In the world’s great books he spaded by novels and magazines, yet finds companions to suit his every mood nothing is allowed to grow”—Frank and whim—friends true and unchanged Crane. And along with this pithy say­ by time or worldly condition. ing of Crane’s, are the oft-repeated So it goes, thru every field of learning. words of Dr. Libby about the man who From the history of the past, the scholar goes to church and hears something learns of the deeds and desires of men, which prompts him to do good and then and with a knowledge of the past as a he comes out of church and does noth­ background gains a clearer insight into ing that it is better that he never went. the motives governing the deeds of his We hear lectures, we attend church, we own time. take in all the activities of college life Keys to the universe lie in the hands but how many of us on the morning of the scholar; but they are keys to a after have more than a faint recollec­ universe whose treasure-house opens tion (which fades as time goes on) as not to lazy, half-hearted wanderers, but THE COLB I ANA 17 to those loving faithful seekers who are might spend a few minutes in the libra­ willing to toil and sacrifice and faith­ ry before or after meals. If arranged to fully follow the gleam for the sake of come down to the library when the ten the light ahead. minute bell rings it would mean, at the College days are the golden days in end of the day, a half an hour spent which we have leisure and youthful with the “Literary Digest” or the “At­ vigor to follow the gleam and gain the lantic Monthly.” All we ever use the treasure house. We can afford to think “Sentinel” for is to find out what’s “on” carefully before we allow mere surface at the movies; yet, have heard more activities to usurp the place which than one professor say, “I saw by the sound knowledge and sincere scholar­ Sentinel this morning----- ,” while I try ship have always occupied in the life of to look intelligent and resolve to at least truly cultured people. look at the head lines tomorrow morn­ ing before I go to class. But we never The nineteenth amendment having catch up with our good intentions for removed us from the idiot and imbecile tomorrow. class it is now up to us to prove our­ When you are up on the campus, just selves capable and intelligent voters. drop into the library a few minutes In order to do this we have been told after class. There you will find all the time and time again we must be “in­ leading papers and magazines—use formed.” We must suit ourselves to them a little! the times,—so just a few practical Poor Richard, Jr., says: “Perhaps if things we Colby women can do toward trading stamps went with the ballot the this end. The point is, do it now! The women would take more interest in poli­ woman who does things may make a tics.” Why not try to cultivate this mistake but she never makes the big­ interest by becoming an active mem­ gest mistake of all—doing nothing. ber of the Literary Society or the Inter­ We ought to lay our foundations by national Relations Club? taking seriously a history and an eco­ These are only a few of our opportu­ nomics course. “History is past poli­ nities. Let us use them and see if we tics and politics present history,” if so can’t talk a little more intelligently with we can better understand the present father Christmas vacation than we did by our knowledge of the past. last election day. However, if this is impossible, we 18 THE COLBIANA College News.

Many marked improvements have Dean Nettie Runnals, the next speak­ been made in the reception room at Foss er, quoting the late Prof. John Hed- Hall, due largely to the efforts of Dean man, said, “If a girl goes thru a large Runnals. The chief feature is two college, she goes thru more college; if beautiful art rugs, a gift from she goes thru a small college, more col­ the Alumnae Association. lege goes thru her.” The last speaker of the evening was President Roberts. After speaking Colby D ay. briefly on friendship and loyalty. Dr. Colby Day was celebrated Nov. 6. Roberts said, “I have immense faith in The Sophomore-Freshmen basketball Colby women and what they stand for. game was played at 1.30 P. M. in the It is a matter of great satisfaction to Coburn gymnasium resulting in a score me that we have one of our own women of 24-6 in favor of the Freshmen. for dean.” Open House was observed at Foss At eight o’clock the senior class pre­ Hall from three to five. The reception sented in the college chapel Shake­ hall was attractively decorated with speare’s “As You Like It.” Great credit evergreen and chrysanthemums. Dean is due both to the members of the cast Runnals and members of the Senior and to Miss Exerene Flood who coached class were in the receiving line. Tea them, for the splendid production. was served and the College Girls’ Or­ chestra provided music for the after­ noon. The International Relations Club has At six o’clock dinner was served— resumed its duties this fall. Miss Adelle The guests of honor, members of the McLoon has been elected president and faculty and their wives, passed into the Miss Irene Gushee, vice-president of the dining-room followed by the students club. Thru the efforts of p r. Black, the singing “Alma Mater.” During dinner faculty advisor, the club plans to have each class sang a tribute to Colby. many fine speakers at the college this The toastmistress of the evening was year whom no one can afford to miss Miss Clara Gamage, ’21. Miss Helen hearing. Louise Coburn of Skowhegan, who was the first speaker of the evening, told several anecdotes of Colby in the old On Saturday evening, November days and spoke briefly on the political 20th, a very attractive dance was given and economic opportunities for modern by the senior class at Foss Hall. The women. dining-room was prettily decorated with Miss Edna Chamberlain, ’22, vice- pumpkins and corn husks. Refresh­ president of Student Government Asso­ ments of ice cream and cake were served ciation gave a history of the Asso­ by the Sophomore girls. ciation and an account of its success at Colby. THE COLBIANA 19 Y. W. C. A. Notes.

On the evening of September 24, the He spoke of the challenge of the need freshmen class were welcomed to Colby in other lands to the college students of by the Y. W. C. A. reception held in today. The week before, Dr. Dekker, Foss Hall. A number of faculty ladies a missionary representative from the were present, who with Dean Runnals, South addressed the associations on a Mrs. Roberts, and the president of the similar subject. We are very fortunate association served as a receiving line. to have such men as these, who have had There was a short program of music a vision of the great need of foreign and readings, and then time for the up­ service in these critical days of world per classmen to make the freshmen feel history, speak to us. how glad we were that they were with Julia Hoyt represented our associa­ us. tion at the conference of the Undergrad­ The first meeting of the association uate Field Representatives of the North was in the form of a welcome service Eastern Field of the Y. W. C. A. held in for the freshmen. The meeting was led New York City Oct. 9-11. She gave a by the president, Grace Foster, and the full and interesting report of the con­ cabinet and other upper classmen wel­ ference at the weekly meet Oct. 19. comed the incoming girls to the associa­ On Wednesday, Oct. 13, the active tion and its various lines of service. members of the Colby Y. W. C. A. voted Miss Jessie Dodge White, daughter of unanimously to accept the new basis of ex-President White of Colby, was in membership. This basis makes it possi­ Waterville during the first few days of ble for any college girl to become an October. On the evening of Oct. 5, active member of the association pro­ Dean Runnals and the cabinet of the Y. vided that she declares herself in sym­ W. C. A. were hostesses at a dinner pathy with the purpose of the associa­ given in Foss Hall in her honor. A num­ tion and with the purpose, herself, to ber of the faculty ladies who knew Miss live as a true follower of Jesus Christ. White when she lived in Waterville over The adopting of this new basis is an ten years ago, were present.. These in­ important step, as it makes possible a cluded Mrs. Roberts, Mrs. Parmenter, broader field of interest and activity for Mrs. White, Mrs. Marquardt, Mrs. our association, by including all girls of Black, Mrs. Little, Mrs. Carter and oth­ whatever creed in the active member­ ers. After dinner, Miss White gave an ship. interesting talk at the regular Asso­ The membership drive, beginning af­ ciation meeting—on “Jumping at the ter the adoption of the new basis and Chance.” Later in the evening Miss closing a month later was the success White spoke informally to the Student that we all hoped it would be. Of the Volunteer Band. As she came to Wa­ 211 girls in college 204 are now mem­ terville representing the Woman’s bers of the association. Hazel Dyer, as American Baptist Home Missionary So­ chairman of the membership commit­ ciety, she had private conferences also tee, is surely to be congratulated for with the girls. this faithful work. Mr. Fay Campbell, a representative The regular cabinet meeting held from New York, of the Student Volun­ every Sunday afternoon, is to be an open teer Movement addressed a joint meet­ meeting once a month to include the ing of the Y. W. and Y. M. C. A. in members of all the Y. W. C. A. commit­ the chapel the evening of October 12. tees who really form a big association 20 THE COLB I AN A cabinet. The first of these meetings day of that week President Roberts was held Oct. 23. After the usual de­ gave an inspiring talk in chapel on the votional and business meeting Dean meaning of prayer. Runnals spoke, giving several helpful Saturday nignt, Nov. 13, a stunt party suggestions as to how to make our as­ was given in the Foss Hall gymnasium sociation mean more in our college life. lor the benefit of the Y. W. C. A. Each Dean Runnals has had experience in class presented a clever stunt and they Y. W. C. A. work and we are fortunate were all properly appreciated. Lolly- to have her to advise us. pops were sold and there was a dance After the meeting led by Dorothy after the stunts. Over $15 was made. Mitchell, Oct. .26, on “Are you Trian­ On the afternoon of Nov. 15 the cab­ gular or Square,” a large number of inet of the Y. W. C. A. entertained the the girls went up to the chapel to hear Advisory Board at a tea given in the an interesting address by “Al” Sanders. Foss Hall parlor. Ten of the advisors Mr. Sanders gave an account of his life were present. The chairman of each as a brewery owner and of his conver­ committee gave an informal report of sion by Billy Sunday. Irene Gushee led the work her committee had done and a meeting and open discussion Nov. 2, planned to do. The work of the commit­ on the first commandment—“Our Other tees has been far-reaching. The social Gods.” President Roberts spoke at the service committee under tne leadership meeting Nov. 9, on the subject, “What of Elva Tooker has charge of an em­ it Means to Be a True Follower of Jesus ployment bureau for girls who wish to Christ.” As this is the new basis of work in town, and also supplies teachers Y. W. C. A. membership the meeting for the Syrian night school. During the was especially appropriate for the last Centennial this committee had charge meeting of the membership drive. On of an information booth on the cam­ the following week the Tuesday night pus. Alice Dyer as chairman of the meeting was in the form of a Candle- music committee has supplied special Light Recognition service for new mem­ music for the weekly association meet­ bers. The association room was deco­ ings. The programs have been varied rated in blue and white, the Y. W. C. A. with instrumental and vocal solos and colors, and the candle lighting and ex­ duets. The orchestra has also been en­ planation of the purpose of the asso­ joyed. Dorothy Mitchell has had the ciation made a very effective service. oversight of the prayer groups in the After the candles of the new members various houses. These little “family” were lighted Dean Runnals read a little prayer services at 9.45 fill a definite need booklet—“Petering.” As there were in our daily program. over 110 at the meeting she said she The Y. W. C. A. presented Mrs. Gor­ felt it would be appropriate to resolve don Gates (Helen Baldwin, ’19) with that our interest should not “peter” in two pieces of silverware. Mrs. Gates our association work—and after hear­ sails with her husband in a few weeks ing the essay on “peterers,” we felt the as a missionary to India. same way. The Y. W. C. A. has decided as world The week Nov. 14 to 21 was observed fellowship work to send money to help by Y. W. C. A. girls the world over as support a student secretary in Japan. a week of prayer. Each evening im­ Dean Runnals has kindly given the Y. mediately after dinner a prayer service W. C. A. the Tuesday .chapel service, as was held at Foss Hall. Dean Runnals our own. We hope that the town girls led the first of these and the following will attend these meetings and thus get six were led by the girls. On Wednes­ in touch with the association work. The T H E COLEI AH A 21 speakers have included Dean Runnals, meetings, as our chart on the bulletin Prof. Libby, Prof. Marquardt, Prof. board shows, has gone from 94 to 110. Rollins and others. That chart gives us the right idea. “The We are starting out this year with the Y. W. C. A. is on the up-grade. Let’s largest membership our association has not ‘peter’.” ever had. Our attendance at weekly Alumnae News

Mildred Barrow, ’20, is teaching in Eleanor Seymour, ’20, is teaching in Oakland. Me. Scroon Lake, N. Y. Alice Bishop, ’20, is teaching in East- Harriet Sweetser, ’20, is teaching in port, Me. Bangor, Me. Alfreda Bowie, ’20, is teacher of Eng­ Madge Tooker, ’20, is Assistant Cata­ lish and History at the Greely Institute, loguer at Brown University. Cumberland Center. Marion Waterman, ’20, is teaching in Eleanor Burdick, ’20, is teaching in Gardiner, Me. Richfield, Conn. Ruth Wills, ’20, is teaching in Rich­ • Retta Carter. ’20, is taking a course field, Conn. at the Newton Theological Seminarv. Gladys Chase, '20, is History and Eco­ Mrs. Arthur Beverage (Anna Ander­ nomics teacher at Windsor. Conn. son, ’19,) is at home in North Haven, Lillian Dyer, ’20, is teaching at the Me. Morgan School in Clinton, Conn. Mrs. Willey (Grace Fletcher, ’17) is Anna Fleming, ’20, is teaching at receiving congratulations on the birth Higgins Institute. of a son, named Herbert. Helen Getchell is at her home in Mrs. Gordon Gates (Helen Baldwin, Limestone. Me. ’19) has sailed for Burma, India, where Stella Greenlaw, ’20, is in Saco, Me., she and her husband will teach in the teaching at the Thornton Academy. Judson Missionary College. Eliza Gurganus, ’20, is teaching in Mrs. Paul Alden (Mary Jordan, ’17) Wilmington. N. C. announces the birth of a daughter. She Pauline Higginbotham, ’20, now Mrs. is living in Newton Center, Mass. Ernest Blair, is at home in Atlantic, Elva Sawyer, ex-’21, was married Mass. September fourth, to Mr. Lincoln F. Lucille Kidder, ’20, is teaching Arts and Crafts. Fish. Alice Mathews, ’20, is teaching in Grace Lermond, ’19, was married to New Jersey. Chester O. Wylie on August 23. Esther Powers, ’20, is teaching in Lit­ The marriage of Josephine Rice, ’19, tle River, N. C. to Harold Newman took place in June. 22 THE COLBIANA Jokes.

An Art that he and his friend had planned to Sammy: “Over in America we gotta go to a spiritualist meeting. lilac bush fifty feet high!” His friend went first and was refused Tommy: “I wish I could lilac that.” admittance, attributing it to the fact —Exchange. ■ that he thought he looked too respecta­ ble but continued Dr. W— "I determined to make a try and I had Money no trouble getting in.” Roommate Primus—"Hang it, old top, I wish there were no such thing as A Word to the Senior Class money.” Roommate Secundus—“Don’t let that “Engaged young people should re­ worry you. We have no proof.”—The member that of engagements only fif­ Phi Gamma Delta. teen per cent end in marriage.”

Guess Who? Foss Hall Inmate—“How does Mrs. Prof—“Now that ladies’ skirts are D— make this hash?” getting shorter and tighter, there is no Another Student—“She doesn’t, it room for pockets, but, in spite of their just accumulates.” many foibles, we like them just the same.” Professor: “I am dismissing you ten minutes early today. Please go out Miss M— : “I had rather have a Phi quietly so as not to wake the other Beta Kappa key and an A. B. than a classes.” plain gold band and an MRS.”

Prof. H— to Miss P— : “Is that Dr. W— : “A woman had rather lead right, Miss Phelps?” a double life than have a double chin.”

Prof. H— in French class: “Miss We want to know why Miss B— de­ M—how do you say ‘approach me’?” parted so unexpectedly to Augusta. Miss M—“Wink!” Miss H— : “I was so busy in chem­ Miss C— is informed by Dr. Han- istry Lab. today!” nay that she is not responsible. We Miss D— : “You were! Who as­ wonder why? sisted ?”

Dr. W— telling his Psychology class Miss S— exclaimed jubilantly of his experience investigating the in­ “ ’Mornin’, Si!” tellectual underworld of Boston, said As Professor Harry passed by. 7 What Is Vacuum?

F THE traffic policeman did not hold up his hand and control the automobiles and wagons and people there would be collisions, I confusion, and but little progress in any direction. His business is to d irect. The physicist who tries to obtain a vacuum that is nearly perfect has a problem somewhat like that of the traffic policeman. Air is composed of molecules— billions and billions of them flying about in all directions and often colliding. The physicist’s pump is designed to make the molecules travel in one direction —out through the exhaust. The molecules are much too small to be seen even with a microscope, but the pump jogs them along and at least starts them in the right direction. A perfect vacuum would be one in which there is not a single free m olecule. For over forty years scientists have been trying to pump and jog and herd more molecules out of vessels. There are still in the best vacuum obtainable more molecules per cubic centimeter than thcr? are people in the world, in other words, about two billion. Whenever a new jogging device is invented, it becomes possible to eject a few million more molecules. The Research Laboratories of the General Electric Company have spent years in trying to drive more and more molecules of air from containers. The chief purpose has been to study the effects obtained, as, for example, the boiling away of metals in a vacuum. This investigation of high vacua had unexpected results. It became possible to make better X-ray tubes — better because the X-rays could be controlled; to make the electron tubes now so essential in long-range wireless communication more efficient and trustworthy; and to develop an entirely new type of incandescent lamp, one which is filled with a gas and which gives more light than any of the older lamps. No one can foretell what will be the outcome of research in pure science. New knowledge, new ideas inevitably are gained. And sooner or later this new knowledge, these new ideas find a practical application. For this reason the primary purpose of the Research Laboratories of the General Electric Company is the broadening of human knowledge. G ene metric General Office ’ Schenectady,N.Y.

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