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I Vol. 2—No. 1 Price 10 Cents. September, 1898.<br />

SAN FRANCISCO, CA!<br />

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VOL. 2 SAN<br />

An Incident of the<br />

It is the year 400 B. C.<br />

near the men of Greece ai<br />

<strong>The</strong> small town of Ellis<br />

the gates. Men-of all nati<br />

are coming to see the gam<br />

Zeus, Ruler of the Gods,<br />

of the town lies a small ci|<br />

the outskirts of which<br />

athletes have their quartei<br />

be found some of the TTH<br />

men of the time. Nicanoi<br />

and Athnon, the winner, v<br />

move about in oue of<br />

speak about the chances<br />

the coming trials. "Triaj<br />

never in his life has he sei<br />

runner as Paeon," says Ni|<br />

will be sure to win the do):<br />

replied the other. ''All<br />

it except, the Spartans and<br />

t'iey would too if.they<br />

judiced against us."<br />

<strong>The</strong> scene shif.s. It is<br />

of the last day of the com<br />

the three racis schedule!<br />

the aulos and the.diaulos.<br />

and now only one remain:


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VOL. 2 SAN FRANCISCO, CAL., SEPTEMBER, 1898. No. 1<br />

An Incident of the 94th Olympiad.<br />

It is the year 400 B. C. From far and<br />

near the men of Greece are assembling.<br />

<strong>The</strong> small town of Ellis is crowded to<br />

the gates. Men-of all nations an


THE LOWELL<br />

for a moment and ihen one cf them btckoned<br />

to the herald. ''Tell the people<br />

that Paeon is ruled off the stadion for<br />

life and continue the g:\mes," he said.<br />

Thus the hopes for glory of the great<br />

city of Athens was shattered by a man<br />

©f Croton,<br />

<strong>The</strong> race was run and although for a<br />

time it looked as if the Spartans would<br />

win. Almetes the Crotonian carried off<br />

the laurel wreath and so ends the great<br />

Olympian games.<br />

Nearly four years later the Elisians<br />

published their usual prohibition of acts<br />

of war in tb^r territories which pre-<br />

• ceded ail the Olympiads, and also their<br />

notice to the cities of Greece concerning<br />

the entry of competitors.<br />

Criteon, the cestus wielder, had two<br />

sons; one, Mastor, was a man in the<br />

prime of life; the other, Ephlon, a youth<br />

of eighteen. <strong>The</strong> older of the two was a<br />

splendid runner and was selected to go<br />

V> the games to represent Crpton in the<br />

dolichos, and although | it was well<br />

known in the city that Ephlon was<br />

nearly as good a runner as his brother<br />

and had all the qualifications necessary<br />

to enter the contest he was not considered<br />

at all.<br />

When all the rest of the contestants<br />

\had been selected these two accompanied<br />

by their father and trainer Histomas<br />

set out in a great crowd for Elis, since<br />

the Athenians had threatened to kill the<br />

Crotonian who was to run the dolichos,<br />

on account of their disappointment four<br />

years before.<br />

. When the competitors had arrived in<br />

the territory of the Elisians which was<br />

senC-ered safe to the son of Criteon, for<br />

anyone doing anything prohibited by<br />

%he( proclamation was held to be cursed<br />

by Zeus, the four companions separated<br />

themselves from the great body of Crotonians<br />

and proceeded alone.<br />

For two days all went well and they<br />

bad just pitched camp for the night<br />

when ciies were heard from Mastor who<br />

had strayed a short distance away.<br />

When his friends got to him they were<br />

surprised to find him bound hand and<br />

foot and surrounded by a number of men<br />

who, being in the shadow, could not be<br />

distinctly seen.<br />

<strong>The</strong>n Criteon spoke, "unbind that<br />

man, know you not that whosever does<br />

an act of violence in this sacred territory<br />

is cursed by Zeus? Dare you brave the<br />

anger of the greatest of the Gods?" <strong>The</strong>n<br />

one of the men, easily recognizable as<br />

Paeon stepped forward and said, " Do<br />

you, O. Criteon, think that when the<br />

Gods have treated a man as they have<br />

treated me, he cares what more they<br />

can do to him? " u No, go on, old man to<br />

Elis and there blast the hopes of your<br />

countrymen as mine and those of my<br />

countrymen were destroyed and when<br />

they ask you who has done this tell<br />

them Paeon," and with a scornful laugh<br />

that echoed through the adjacent hills<br />

he and his band vanished taking Mastor<br />

and Criteon's hopes for glory with them.<br />

That night was one of desolation for<br />

the occupants of Criteon's tent. <strong>The</strong><br />

old man though over three score raged<br />

jp and down and in his fury struck the<br />

trees such terrible blows as when 30<br />

years before the mighty Milo of Syracuse<br />

had fallen before him under such a<br />

deadly cestus stroke that the "blow of<br />

Criteon," passed into a proverb. All<br />

that night did he keep it up and the<br />

next morning he fell into a melancholy<br />

mood which continued all day.<br />

Towards night Ephlon approached<br />

his father and after talking a few moments,<br />

on minor matters he said, "My<br />

father I think that if you would enter<br />

me to run in the dolichos I might have<br />

a chance to win; you know I have<br />

trained faithfully .for the Jastyear. Can<br />

you not do it and thus foil Paeon and<br />

Athenians? After thinking a few minutes<br />

Criteon answered. "When we<br />

reach Elis to morrow I<br />

chief men of Croton wha<br />

about it and if they favor<br />

do it."<br />

Twenty four hours late<br />

uproar during many yean<br />

Elis. Ten thousands Cro<br />

vengeance on Paeon ar<br />

Many wished to attack<br />

camp on the other side of<br />

the instant and were re<br />

with the greatest difficult}<br />

men. <strong>The</strong>n Criteon infor<br />

important Crotonians of 1<br />

feat the Athenians by<br />

younger son and as it wa<br />

ceived he did so unknov<br />

himself and them.<br />

•<strong>The</strong> dolichos as usua<br />

event on ihe program o<br />

During the next week<br />

Athenian met a Crotoi<br />

looks were exchanged' a<br />

two occasion blows.<br />

Far away trom the cifc<br />

stands the sacred olive gi<br />

their greenish foliage 1<<br />

tents of the Croton athelet<br />

it is late in the night Eph!<br />

his couch at the stars 'I<br />

a boy of 18, is to run in th<br />

hardest race of the gam<br />

ago Criteon came in to see<br />

had always felt more of<br />

for his silent father, little<br />

amount of love the Sp;<br />

man had for him.<br />

After standing a long<br />

son's side Criteon finally<br />

my son Thou knowest our<br />

brought glory to Croton.<br />

that the statues of thy gr<br />

of thy father stand amon<br />

of Olympiads. Now it is<br />

ray-.son, for the love th<br />

thee, for thy city, win th<br />

row, and with this 'Criteon<br />

In the'early dawn of t


each Elis to morrow I will ask the<br />

chief men of Croton what they think<br />

about it and if they favor the idea 1 will<br />

do it."<br />

Twenty four hours later the greatest<br />

uproar during many years was heard in<br />

EHs. Ten thousands Crotonians vowed<br />

vengeance on Paeon and his band.<br />

Many wished to attack ihe Athenian<br />

camp on the other side of the valley on<br />

the instant and were restrained only<br />

with the greatest difficulty by the calmer<br />

men. <strong>The</strong>n Criteon informed the most<br />

important Grotonians of his plan to defeat<br />

the Athenians by puttbg in hiis<br />

younger son and as it was favorably received<br />

he did so unknown to any but<br />

himself and them.<br />

<strong>The</strong> dolichos as usual was the last<br />

event on the program of the games.<br />

During the next week whenever an<br />

Athenian met a Crotonian lowering<br />

looks were'exchanged and on one or<br />

two occasion blows.<br />

Far away trom the city in darkness<br />

stands the sacred olive grove. Against<br />

their greenish foliage loomed up tire<br />

tents of the Croton atheletes. Although<br />

it is late in the night Ephlon gazes from<br />

his couch at the stavs To morrow, he,<br />

a boy of i8, is to run in the dolichos the<br />

hardest race of the games. Not long<br />

ago Criteon came in to see the youth who<br />

had always felt more of awe than love<br />

for his silent father, little knowing the<br />

amount of love the Spartan like old<br />

man had for him.<br />

1 After standing a long time by his<br />

son's side Criteon finally said, "Ephlon<br />

my son Thou knowest our race has ever<br />

brought glory to Croton. Thou knowest<br />

that the statues of thy grand-father and<br />

of thy father stand among the winners<br />

of Olympiads. Now it is thy turn. O!<br />

my -son, for the love thy father bears<br />

thee, for thy city, win the race to-morrow,<br />

and with this Criteon is gone.<br />

In the'early dawn of the next morn-<br />

THE LOWELL<br />

ing Ephloti is awakened and afce'r a hurried<br />

breakfast he goes to the temple of<br />

Zeus to take his oath that he will use no<br />

trickery in his race and that he has<br />

trained ten months in preparation.<br />

As soon as the signal is given for *;he<br />

race the boy starts from the base of the<br />

hill Kronian where the men of Croton<br />

have ibeir stand and with a crowd of<br />

contestants passes through the vaulted<br />

tunnel lined by brazen Zar.es and comes<br />

out on the stadion in full glare of the<br />

sunlight.<br />

As far as can be seen the hills are<br />

covered with people Men of all nations<br />

are here Here the Hebrew jostles the<br />

man from Spain and the Greek the<br />

Egyptian Men of all callings are'here.<br />

Great poetst mathematicians and writers<br />

throng around the race course. To-day<br />

Ephlon races before an assembled wot Id';<br />

<strong>The</strong> course stretches 'out long and<br />

straight before' him, the goals at eacli<br />

end marked by two large gleaming slabs<br />

of marble. Tei* times must a runner<br />

touch each of these to cover the twenty<br />

lengths. Above the slabs marking<br />

both start an.}, finishing point sit the<br />

judges the ten Helenodikae and opposite<br />

them hi^h above the common crowd siis<br />

the sallow faced Priestess of Demcter,<br />

the only woman allowed to see the<br />

games.<br />

After the question about the honor<br />

and anticedants of the competitors conies<br />

the command. "Every runner place bis<br />

foot on the mark," then a trumpet note<br />

and they are off.<br />

Near the starting point sits Criteon<br />

to whom, not knowing much about the<br />

running contents, it seems as if his son is<br />

lagging very far behind, but he soon<br />

understands the reason, for the great<br />

body of inexperienced youths, rushing<br />

forward as hard as they can; touch the<br />

. marble-block-at-"the farther. end of the<br />

course and instantly turning retrace<br />

their course and as some are still coming


when the first turn back a wild jostle<br />

results and from it emerges a youth who<br />

having sprained his ankle limps painfully<br />

out of the race.<br />

A small group of older runners however,<br />

including Ephlon, hang back until<br />

the first rush is past and then retracing<br />

their steps are soon at the heels of the<br />

others. <strong>The</strong> knowing ones look to this<br />

small group for the winner. Here are<br />

Linetes, the fleet Athenian winner and<br />

the Spartan Antenor, winner of the<br />

dolichos at the Pythian games, and<br />

Calphas who defeated Antenor at the<br />

recent Isthmian games by a desperate<br />

effort. Back of them all is Ephlon.<br />

One after another the stadia are tra»<br />

versed and those who led in the beginning<br />

gradually give place to the four in<br />

the small group, and at the end of the<br />

15th course are hopelessly beaten.<br />

Kistomas jumps up in his seat and<br />

exclaims excitedly/*For 56 years have I<br />

seen dolichos run and never yet as fast<br />

a one as this, human flesh cannot stand<br />

it much longer,"<br />

Antenor leads, close at his^beels is his<br />

rival from hated Athens. Calphos is<br />

third and then Ephlon, A deep roar of<br />

encouragement goes up as each champion<br />

flashes past his countrymen. Suddenly<br />

in the smdst of a stride Calphas<br />

plunges forward on his face, his last<br />

dolichos run.<br />

"Ephlon, Ephlon, for your city" roar<br />

the Crotonians and at the word he comes<br />

up to the leaders and they know there<br />

is another to dispute the race with them.<br />

Step by stepi stride for stride, the<br />

three stagger on,, the finish is but a few<br />

steps away, when through the dimness<br />

fast clouding the boy's senses a voice<br />

pierces. ll On, Ephlon, On, Oh my son,<br />

for your city," and almost in the last<br />

stride of the race the boy gives a spring<br />

and crosses the marble a fraction of a<br />

second before the others.<br />

And with the feeling of the cold<br />

THE LOWELL<br />

stone comes a great darkness and<br />

Ephlon knows nothing more until he<br />

finds himself standing in the temple of<br />

the Zeus on the chryselephantine table<br />

the Zeuxes made. Around him are his<br />

father's strong arms. He hears the<br />

chants, 'Teuella, Teuella, Hail to the<br />

victor," and feels on his forehead the<br />

wreath which crowns him before the<br />

world winner of the dolichos.<br />

And the Athenians are foiled.<br />

EDWARD G. CAHILI,, '99.<br />

Bicycle Gearing.<br />

Very few riders take the trouble to<br />

estimate the comparative number of<br />

revolutions of the pedals of two differently<br />

geared wheels in covering the same<br />

distance. I have compared two gears..<br />

80 and 64. and give some approximate<br />

figures which I think will be interesting.<br />

With a 64 gear, 16 feet ro inches are<br />

covered by one revolution of the pedals;<br />

21 feet is covered by an So gear. In riding<br />

one mile with a 64 gear, the pedals<br />

revolve 315 times, while with an So<br />

.gear, they revolve only 252 times.<br />

Finally, wjien you ride a mile in three<br />

minutes with a 64 gear, the pedals revolve<br />

1% times in a second; while in<br />

going the same distance at the same<br />

rate of speed with an 80 gear, the pedals<br />

only revolve 1 2-5 times per second.<br />

SPROCKET<br />

Appropriate for Skates.<br />

" A boy told me to-day that there were<br />

fishes called skates, but I didn't believe<br />

t," said Ben.<br />

" Oh yes, there are," said his father.<br />

" Do they swim in ice water ? " asked<br />

Ben.<br />

Absent-minded Professor (in the bathtub)—"<br />

Well, well, now I have forgotten<br />

what I got in here tor" ^-Fliegende Blatter.<br />

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<strong>The</strong> Spectator.—No. 4, Nc<br />

Sic semper tyraiuiik<br />

Last evening, as I was sij<br />

my fire in a large and comfoi<br />

without any light other than]<br />

fire,—a condition ever cot?du<<br />

ulation,—I found myself th;<br />

the difference between the<br />

the world at the present tiin<<br />

eight months ago. I thougl<br />

how great a change has beei<br />

a time so short comparativt<br />

ally darkness settles down<br />

as the fire in the grate burnsl<br />

last nought remains but tf<br />

embers, casting a little unstej<br />

the hearth.<br />

As, almost unconscious,<br />

these, I seem to see a most<br />

A man is tied securely to a<br />

another man, upon whose col<br />

written the word "brute," si<br />

a heavy rawhide whip. Tlj<br />

tioned—apparently a slave—\<br />

gling for freedom, but all to,<br />

the knots have been secureII<br />

looks as though he once had|<br />

and powerful man, but he ha<br />

duced by suffering and stai<br />

he is now a mere skeleton,<br />

and pleading-; have no efft<br />

persecutor, who is, if appe|<br />

anything, one of that class<br />

delight in the sufferings of<br />

they can control, but who daj<br />

anything of their own size.<br />

But the slave is destined<br />

end than death by that ty<br />

A third person now appears<br />

Indignation at the cruel w<<br />

passion for the sufferer are<br />

time depicted upon his fal<br />

single blow of his powerful<br />

pressor is felled to the groi<br />

moment more the other one<br />

Ins bonds.<br />

At this point I was rude]<br />

from my vision by a loud


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THE LOWELL<br />

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though her years number but one hundred<br />

and twenty, yet is more bent upou<br />

right and justice than the oldest European<br />

state; that country whose every<br />

inhabitant has chosen and is carrying<br />

out in daily life the motto of the immortal<br />

Lincoln, 'With malice toward<br />

none, with charity towards all;' that<br />

country which, when all Europe looked<br />

upon the Spanish outrages in Cuba, and<br />

said, 'This thing must be stopped, 1<br />

went to work and did stop it; that country<br />

which to-day stands up as an example<br />

to the whole -civilized world, saying<br />

to it, 'Sic semper tyrannis ' "<br />

Here Sir Roger stopped, exhasted.<br />

Captain Sentry and I were much astonished<br />

at Sir Roger's speaking so heatedly,<br />

but we took it as a good sign ; and, I<br />

confess, I thought for a moment that he<br />

was forgettiug at last the widow who had<br />

held-him as a suitor in his youthful days,<br />

and who had given him over for some<br />

other gentleman.<br />

• "But," said I to the Captain, "the<br />

newspapers tell us that the war with<br />

Spain has cost the Americans as much<br />

as $200,000,000, besides hundreds of<br />

lives. And the prime object of the war<br />

was to free Cuba from Spanish oppression.<br />

Was the cause worthy the cost? 1 '<br />

He replied. " Worthy the cost ? Whydtcidedly<br />

yts ! <strong>The</strong> nation's honor is<br />

worth $200,000,000, and a million times<br />

more, if it be necessary ! Yes,—it was<br />

-worth the Virginius and the Maine outrages<br />

too— the former passed over by the<br />

government,*but by no means forgotten ;<br />

it was worth the lives of the prisoners<br />

put to death in Mono Castle. All these<br />

were causes tending toward the freedom<br />

jaf Cuba; and, if they had never been,<br />

THE LOWELL<br />

the Cubans might not yet have seen the<br />

dawn of freedom. * De nihilo nihil fit!' "<br />

"Three cheers for the United States,' 7<br />

cried Sir Roger.<br />

Three cheers were given with such a<br />

will that the landlady, three floors below,<br />

heard them, and came up to my room tosee<br />

what was the matter. Being assured<br />

that no one was being murdered, she<br />

again retired to her den on the fifth floor.<br />

This little incident reminded my friends<br />

that it was growing very late,— a fact<br />

which none of us had noticed in our discussion,—<br />

and so they left me. After<br />

they had departed, I thought over our<br />

conversation, and repeated to myself the<br />

old Latin phrase, " Sic semper tyrannis.'*<br />

L. W. STOCKER. ; 99.<br />

A Soft Answer.<br />

Said the wise man, "A soft answer<br />

turneth away wrath." A lady who believed<br />

in this precept said to her fouryear-old<br />

Nellie, who is somewhat quicktempered,<br />

"If one of your playmates,<br />

speaks rudely to you, return a sofr<br />

answer."<br />

"Soft?"<br />

u Yes. Now run along and play;<br />

Mamma is busy."<br />

<strong>The</strong> child went out on the lawn, where<br />

a neighbor's boy was mending a kite.<br />

She accidentally broke the kite still<br />

more, whereby the boy was made angry.<br />

"I don't like you; you're a horrid<br />

thing ! " he said.<br />

Little Nellie's eyes flashed, and she<br />

was about to reply with a very unkind<br />

remark, when suddenly recalling her<br />

mother's advice about a soft answer,<br />

she looked the boy right in the eye and<br />

said meekly and slowly, "Musk."<br />

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Edward, <strong>The</strong> Black Princ<br />

de Cluny.]<br />

CHAS. G. NO]<br />

I was not nor am I noj<br />

choice, or for any love of<br />

arti-st by the wish of m;<br />

aunt, upon whose bount;<br />

aunt is, as I have said,<br />

lady with a mania for ;<br />

love for me, and at the ei<br />

she destined me for the lil<br />

<strong>The</strong>refore on account of<br />

quence of events and tin<br />

rich aunt on poor pareni<br />

in gay Paree in the yet<br />

eighteen hundred and ei]<br />

to pursue my vocation<br />

artists of the world.<br />

What I want to write oi<br />

my adventures in the<br />

which may be of interest.<br />

de Cluny is, as I reinembl<br />

dark, musty building full<br />

and red-hangings, and paj<br />

for some tapestry depictii<br />

David and Bathsheba.<br />

it held within its broad<br />

people as King Louis of<br />

of England, the Duke de<br />

others of equal note am<br />

held my poor, unworth;<br />

my after sorrow and ch|<br />

venture, if it may be c;<br />

ture.was not, as you shal!<br />

be remembered by me<br />

gering thoughts.<br />

Now the Hotel de Cli<br />

eat state of dilapidation)<br />

Thanks to M. de Somnn<br />

tains many very intej<br />

What was of especial i]<br />

as an artist, was a rooi<br />

and spacious, containin;<br />

2OD splendid specimens<br />

served with infinite care<br />

ment and placed in the<br />

to satisfy the hungry g<br />

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Edward, <strong>The</strong> Black Prince, in <strong>The</strong> Hotel<br />

de Cluny.<br />

CHAS. G. NORRIS<br />

I was not nor am I now an artist by<br />

choice or for any love of art, but I am an<br />

arti-it by the wish of my venerable old<br />

aunt, upon whose bounty I exist. My<br />

aunt is, as I have said, a venerable old<br />

lady with a mania for art and a warm<br />

love for me, and at the early age of six,<br />

she destined me for the life of a painter.<br />

<strong>The</strong>refore on account of the natural sequence<br />

of events and the influence of a<br />

rich aunt on poor parents I found myselt<br />

THK LOWELL<br />

there that had been worn by kings and<br />

barons, and knights of the fourteenth<br />

and fifteenth centuries and these were<br />

all excellent models for me. <strong>The</strong>y were<br />

arranged on pedestals around the room,<br />

fitted on frames and had a very lifelike<br />

appearance. Now as I was about<br />

to begin on a large painting of the Battle<br />

of Portiers I was very desirous to get<br />

some studies for it, and especially a painting<br />

of the armour of El ward, the Black<br />

•Prince who was to be my central figure.<br />

This one had an excellent pose and I<br />

wanted permission to paint it. Now as<br />

in gay Paree in the year of our I^ord visitors are only allowed in the Hotel de<br />

eighteen hundred and eighty-nine, there Cluny on Tuesdays and Fridays, I was<br />

to pursue my vocation under the best forced to obtain a permit allowing my<br />

artists of the world. entrance to the hotel on all week days.<br />

What I want to write of now is of one of<br />

my adventures in the Hotel de Cluny<br />

which may be of interest. Now the Hotel<br />

de Cluny is, as I remembered it, a large,<br />

dark, musty building full of old furniture<br />

<strong>The</strong> following Monday morning I came<br />

on my first visit with my easel and canvas<br />

to the hotel to sketch a portrait of<br />

the renowned Prince's black armour.<br />

Here I worked faithfully all day and<br />

and red hangings, and particularly noted Tuesday saw me still at it. No<br />

for some tapestry depicting the story of disturbed me on Monday, only<br />

one<br />

the<br />

David and Bathsheba. Once, long ago warder came in, dusting the armour<br />

it held within its broad walls such noted and singing softly to himself. He seempeople<br />

as King Louis of France, Mary ed to take great interest in my work,<br />

of England, the Duke de Guise and many telling me if I would send it to the<br />

others of equal note and last of all it Salon he would wager his last dollar that<br />

held my poor, unworthy self much to it would take the prize. He was a nice<br />

my after sorrow and chagrin. My ad- fellow, but with a disposition which*I<br />

venture, if it may be called an adven- should dresd to cross. He worshipped<br />

ture.was not, as you shall see, a thing to his knights, taking as muck • care m<br />

be remembered by me with happy, lin- dusting and arranging them as a child<br />

thoughts.<br />

Now the Hotel de Cluny in its present<br />

state of dilapidation, is a museum.<br />

Thanks to M. de Sommerand, and contains<br />

many very interesting curios.<br />

What was of especial interest to me,<br />

os an artist, was a room, rather long<br />

and spacious, containing some 150 or<br />

2oo splendid specimens of armour preserved<br />

with hi finite care by the government<br />

and placed in the Hotel de Cluny<br />

to satisfy the hungry gaze of English<br />

tourists. <strong>The</strong>re were suits of armour<br />

does over its dolls. He warned me on<br />

my first arrival not to touch the bright<br />

steel with my damp fingers as he assured<br />

me the steel would rust. On<br />

Tuesday but few visitors came to the<br />

old room, and these in no way disturbed<br />

me. By Wednesday I had the figure in<br />

and almost done, but some how it did<br />

not satisfy me. Thursday found me<br />

getting tired and I was not working<br />

as hard as usual. I was leaning back<br />

in my chair when an idea struck me, a<br />

cursed idea. This was to put on the


IO THE LOWELL<br />

armour of Edward, the Black Prince,<br />

and for once be a hero of the past. No<br />

sooner had I thought of the idea that it<br />

was impossible for me to get rid of it.<br />

Why not? What was to hinder? I<br />

asked myself. <strong>The</strong> warder had made<br />

his rounds and would not return, No<br />

visitors would be there to disturb me,<br />

and it would be such a fine thing to don<br />

the armour of the Prince and feel like a<br />

knight of old. <strong>The</strong> idea would not leave<br />

me. Well at least, I argued, I could fit<br />

on the helmet and see how that felt. I<br />

rose and went to the door; nobody in the<br />

hall, nobody on the stairs. I went back<br />

and lifted oft the helmet carefully. As I<br />

held it hesitatingly in my hands I<br />

thought of what the warder had said<br />

about bright steel and damp fingers, and<br />

I hastily put it back. <strong>The</strong>re was one<br />

thing in my favor and that was there<br />

was no stuffed sawdust face inside the<br />

Black Prince's helmet and I could easily<br />

put it on ; much more easily than I could<br />

- any of the others who had the horrible<br />

faces. I again took it down and placed<br />

it gingerly on my head. It fitted me<br />

quit; well. I took it off and quickly<br />

placed on the floor each piece of armour.<br />

<strong>The</strong> work of getting it on was awful.<br />

And in five minutes I was perspiring at<br />

every pore. First I buckled on the<br />

greaves, then the facings and then the<br />

hauberk, but with the back pieces I had<br />

the most difficulty. However at last I<br />

got them on and I placed on my helmet,<br />

laced it, drew on my gauntlets, seized<br />

my lance and stood a mail clad warrior<br />

of the 15th century, " a living monument<br />

of steel."<br />

<strong>The</strong> armour was exceedingly hot and<br />

oppressive and very, very heavy, but<br />

what cared I. I drew my sword, jingled<br />

my spurs, opened and closed my visor and<br />

in fact the Black Prince had come again<br />

to life. I gazed with scorn on the knights<br />

about me. I saw before me a hundred<br />

knights who had made the world ring<br />

with their names. Before me stood my<br />

father, Edward III and led by the spirit I<br />

was in,I stooped reverently and kissed his<br />

gauntlet. Before him stood King John<br />

of France, my most generous foe and. I<br />

bowed low before him. Beside him<br />

stood Robert Bruce and I felt the Dlood<br />

mount to my cheek as I saw my grandfather's<br />

mortal enemy and drawing my<br />

gauntlet I struck him in the face and<br />

challenged him to combat a la morte.<br />

He disdained me and I called him coward<br />

and a liar and no true knight. I<br />

turned on Richard Courdelion and shook<br />

my fist in his teeth and called Bertrand<br />

du Gueschin every name I could think<br />

of and finally in my frenzy of anger drove<br />

my poinard through the bars oi his visor<br />

and pierced his sawdust face through and<br />

through.<br />

Suddenly Edward, the Black Prince<br />

vanished and only I remained damp<br />

with fear, with trembling knees, in his<br />

assumed armour. I had heard a step on<br />

the stairs. It approached nearer and<br />

nearer. It was the warder's step. Edward,<br />

the Black Prince, the conqueror of<br />

Portiers and the scourge of France might<br />

face a hundred puissant knights, but he<br />

quailed and shook with fear at the approach<br />

of a miserable warder. What<br />

should I do? If I was caught I should<br />

be arrested and thrown in prison ! <strong>The</strong>re<br />

was no place to hide. Edward, the Black<br />

Prince was livid. And then I thought of<br />

my aunt and I rushed across the room<br />

and sprang upon the vacant pedestal on<br />

which the armour had stood, closed my<br />

visor and assumed the Princes' original<br />

position just as the warder walked in.<br />

He commenced his usual round of dusting<br />

without any surprise at my absence,<br />

evidently thinking I had gone out for a<br />

few minutes. Slowly and slowly he approached,<br />

dustiug off the Black Douglas<br />

and polishing Philip Augustus' and adjusting<br />

Philip of Valois. At last he<br />

reached Bertrand du Gueschin and, oh<br />

c. • -'„•*'<br />

horror! he saw some of the<br />

had leaked through his visor,<br />

the visor and uttered an oath<br />

mice. I breathed again. T]<br />

on with his work. At last<br />

me. He paused critically<br />

painting and eyed it with li<br />

one side.<br />

" It is good, thnt," he mutj<br />

<strong>The</strong>n he approached me a!<br />

readjust the pieces of the arj<br />

I had shaken out of place,<br />

longed to close my Steel gj<br />

hand ! I have no doubt he<br />

fainted dead away. Supper<br />

raise the visor ! I trembled<br />

he must novice it. He did 11<br />

but passed on to the next a:<br />

and BO on until with a sij<br />

out.<br />

I came down from my pel<br />

ing in every limb. With trj<br />

gers I unlaced my helmet, u<br />

greaves and facings, but try<br />

could not undo the buckels<br />

pieces. It was a Lopsles?


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horror! he saw some of the sawdust that<br />

had leaked through his visor. He opened<br />

the visor and uttered an oath, cursing the<br />

mice. I breathed again. <strong>The</strong>n he went<br />

on with his work. At last he reaches<br />

me. He paused critically befcre my<br />

painting and eyed it with his head on<br />

one side.<br />

• l It is good, that," he muttered.<br />

<strong>The</strong>n he approached me and began to<br />

readjust the pieces of the armour which<br />

I had shaken out of place. Ah, how I<br />

longed to close my steel glove on his<br />

hand ! I have no doubt be would have<br />

fainted dead away. Suppose he should<br />

raise the visor : I trembled so I thought<br />

he must notice it. He did not, however,<br />

but passed on to the next and the next,<br />

and so on until with a sigh, he went<br />

out.<br />

I came down from my pedestal shaking<br />

ia every limb. With trembling fingers<br />

I unlaced my helmet, unbuckled the<br />

greaves and facings, but try as I would I<br />

could not undo the buckels of the back<br />

pieces. It was a hopeless task. And<br />

THE LOWELL it<br />

while I sat there in the middle of the<br />

floor, with the armour all around me and<br />

the perspiration running down my face,<br />

I heard again the awful warder's step<br />

coming up the stairs. I was too frightened<br />

to move, but sat there helpless and<br />

hopeless, until he should enter. Nearer<br />

and nearer he came, his hand was on the<br />

door; be entered. He stood looking<br />

straight at me for nearly a minute, his<br />

eyes dilating with fear then he banged<br />

the door behind him and I heard him<br />

going down stairs five steps at a time.<br />

Of the two I have wondered to this<br />

day, which was the more frightened.<br />

He doubtless thought that one of the<br />

knights had come to life again Without<br />

any more hesitation I cut the troublesome<br />

strap and quickly rid myself of<br />

that cursed armour. I hastily replaced<br />

it as I had found it, and packed up my<br />

easel and canvas and slipped home.<br />

<strong>The</strong>re is no need of saying that I<br />

never returned to finish my study of<br />

Edward, the Black Prince, in the Hotel<br />

de Cluny.


12 THE LOWELL<br />

[<strong>The</strong> following is an extract from a letter her and in complete ignorance, of what<br />

from W\ J. Butigenbach, of the class of '98,<br />

now ot Manila. This is published through<br />

kindness of M. E. Deutsch, THE LOWEU/S<br />

former editor. Mr. Buttgenbach's next letter<br />

will describe life at Manila.—ED.]<br />

Thu day of our first engagement opened<br />

up with a drizzling rain and indications<br />

of a gloomy day. On the port of our<br />

gallant City of Peking land, lying low<br />

in the water, was observed. Soon all<br />

was astir, blue and green rockets were<br />

sent up from oiiir ship, immediately answered<br />

by the Charleston's signals. Now<br />

at last, after sixteen days of travel on die<br />

broad Pacific, land is again joyfully observed<br />

and the weary suspense of the<br />

ship's watchers is removed. And now<br />

the possessions of our enemy, Spain.<br />

was going to happen. ' .<br />

With eyes intent the men on the<br />

transport fleet watched the ship as she<br />

crawled, as it werc, into the harbor,through<br />

the haze under the bluffs on<br />

the north side of the harbor. Now the<br />

value of the "fighting color" of our<br />

ships was seen. Our convoy going<br />

along could at times be hardly made<br />

out, the color of the ship, of the water,<br />

and of the land easily blending together.<br />

Thus advancing the Charleston at 8:45<br />

A. M. fired about 13 shots to determine<br />

whether the harbor was ruined, and also<br />

to destroy what mimic forts (the relic of<br />

bygone days) there were.<br />

<strong>The</strong>' Ladrone Islands are at hand, and As soon as it became apparent that the<br />

all are eager for the fray. Many sur- battle as far as entering the harbor was<br />

mises and theories were advanced as to over, on receipt of signals from the Char-<br />

our day's work, and as is often, in affairs leston the Peking followed, coming to<br />

of this kind, all sorts of prophesies were anchor in the harbor at 2 P. M.<br />

made. We would land, leave a garrison, Land really Is a welcome sight, and<br />

meet Spanish gun boats et ad infinitum. when moreover it is enhanced by a<br />

Many, no doubt there were; victims ot wealth of tropical vegetation it is doubly<br />

a grave uncertainty, whether their vol- welcome. In the afternoon by means of<br />

unteer days would see their close by small boats the Charleston proceeded to<br />

nightfall, or if their good luck would get 160 tons of coal from us, and sc for a<br />

continue, and they would finally reach<br />

the Philippines.<br />

few days the boats laden with coal were<br />

passing to and fro.<br />

Shortly after sighting the islands our Late in the afternoon a boat flying<br />

fleet commenced maneuvering for some. the Spanish flag came to the Charleston<br />

real or fancied position, with our con- where presumably a conference was held.<br />

voy, the Charleston, directly in front. Later the boat left, still flying her colois<br />

She had her decks cleared for action, and furnishing a subject for endless dis-<br />

gun crews at their posts making her cussion among all and giving rise to the<br />

look very business-like.<br />

wildest rumors.<br />

Slowly steaming on we passed island So quietly and peaceably the day so<br />

after island, some mere sand banks,others warlike begun was ended. We are at<br />

of considerable aize.which in some places anchor in the harbor of Aguama, and<br />

seemed to be cultivated. <strong>The</strong> land here have virtually deprived Spain, for the<br />

is all of coral formation, the handiwork time being, of some ink spots on the map<br />

of the minute millions of the sea. of the world.<br />

Soon our port on the Island of Guam<br />

was sighted; the transport fleet stopped,<br />

and the Charleston as a brave fighter<br />

went into the harbor entirely strange to<br />

On the next day, 21st of June, the<br />

Peking lowered boats. Marines on<br />

obard were ordered to disembark and,<br />

also, much to our chagrin and disap-<br />

pointment, parties of On<br />

were made. So we not o|<br />

a place, but also laude<<br />

were in light marching 01<br />

having white helmets, blu|<br />

duck pants and Lee rifl<<br />

pretty uniform I think t^<br />

and meet Spaniards.<br />

<strong>The</strong> people on shore,<br />

wait for actual hostilities<br />

of the boats landed a<br />

flag of truce approach*<br />

party, and in due tii<br />

Charleston,<br />

So then the Ladrone<br />

ered. Uncle Sam becai<br />

Charleston won a portio?<br />

country. This aftern<<br />

that glorious flag, the Stj<br />

was raised over Port Sai<br />

panied by a national sal<br />

and in the eyes of the w<<br />

shifted from Spain to ti<br />

So far so well, not a drj<br />

and a day which prQtnisj<br />

strife passed away peace;<br />

ish garrison of about 5c<br />

taken along, as well a]<br />

General and some othei<br />

onerc of war.<br />

So much for the milii<br />

affalr,so now let me brin]<br />

personal, the interesting<br />

Wll<br />

lai<br />

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disap- *$•<br />

pointment, parties of Oregon volunteers<br />

were made. So we not only bombarded<br />

a place, but also lauded. <strong>The</strong> troops<br />

were in light marching order, the marines<br />

having white helmets, blue blouses, white<br />

duck pants and Lee rifles, etc. Quite a<br />

pretty uniform I think to do fighting iu<br />

and meet Spaniards.<br />

<strong>The</strong> people on shore, however, did not<br />

wait for actual hostilities and before any<br />

of the boats landed a boat bearing a<br />

flag of truce approached the landing<br />

party, and in due time reached the<br />

Charleston.<br />

So then the Ladrone Islands surrendered.<br />

Uncle Sam became owner and the<br />

Charleston won a portiop of the enemy's<br />

country. This afternoon at 2 142 P M.<br />

that glorious flag, the Stars and Stripes,<br />

was raised over Port Santa Cruz accompanied<br />

by a national salute of 2t guns,<br />

and in the eyes of the world the tiller lias<br />

shifted from Spain to the United States.<br />

So far so well, not a drop of blood shed<br />

and a day which promised to be full of<br />

strife passed away peaceably. <strong>The</strong> Spanish<br />

garrison of about 50 or 60 men was<br />

taken along, as well as the Governor<br />

General and some others, our first prisoners<br />

of war.<br />

So much for the military part of the<br />

affair,so now let me bring before you the<br />

personal, the interesting, the native part<br />

of the story. After laying in the harbor<br />

for two or three days, native boats, as<br />

they always do ventured near our t-hip.<br />

First one came, to see, I suppose what<br />

kind of a reception they would gtt.<br />

Not being shot or hurt they considered<br />

themselves safe, and soon natives' canoes<br />

with fruit and etc were all around us<br />

eager for trade. Here was, as it seemed,<br />

a way-out-of-the-world-port where the<br />

size of money, irrespective of the in*<br />

trinsic value, determined its purchasing 1<br />

power or exchange of the coin; so a<br />

nickel bought more than a dime.<br />

We had in profusion citrons, cocoanuts,<br />

sugarcane, bread fruit and in fact<br />

.nearly, all the products of a tropical<br />

land.<br />

But alas our stay in this delightful<br />

land was soon brought to an end. On<br />

the 22nd of June as soon as all the coal<br />

was transferred to the Charleston we<br />

weighed anchor and left behind the land<br />

of the dusky native?, the land of the<br />

bread fruit and banana, and soon were<br />

again on the deep blue sea bound foi<br />

other lands. <strong>The</strong> capture of the Ladronc<br />

Islands remains but an incident in our wai<br />

time experience, gone through but once,<br />

but always remembered.<br />

Vour sincere friend,<br />

WALTER J. BUTTGENBACH.<br />

Co. B. 1st Rsg. Iuf. Cal. U. S. V.<br />

Diligence is the mother of good luck.<br />

<strong>The</strong> sleeping fox catches no poultry.<br />

Baware of little expenses, a small leak<br />

will sink a great ship.<br />

Sl'^.h, like rust, consumes faster than<br />

labor, wears while the key always used<br />

is always bright.<br />

He that would thrive must either hold<br />

the plow or drive.<br />

Fools make feasts and wise men eat<br />

them.<br />

Not to oversee workmen is to leave<br />

them your purse open.


Oratory and Orators.<br />

THE- LOWELL<br />

",,V • ; : . • " l<br />

<strong>The</strong> question may well be asked : "Has<br />

the power of oratory as a great social force<br />

r'e^lined?*' An affirmative opinion is.to a<br />

certain extent, correct, because the art of<br />

journalism, the most formidable competitor<br />

of the orator, has never before reached<br />

so high a state of development In<br />

ancient times the orator and poet were<br />

the chief educators of the people ; now<br />

the newspaper fills the office. Where<br />

; on the one hand the newspaper reaches<br />

thousands, on the other, the orator whose<br />

range of voice is naturally limited, can<br />

reach but hundreds. <strong>The</strong> newspaper is<br />

circulated in every town and hamlet<br />

throughout the world. For many it is<br />

Tie only available medium of informat<br />

on.and that it now affords the reader the<br />

readiest means of conveyiug thought's a<br />

f ict settled beyond doubt. For the orator<br />

to : successfully compete with such-a<br />

power, would, it is readily seen, be will<br />

nigh impossible. <strong>The</strong> opinion, then,<br />

•that the power of oratory has to a certain<br />

extent declined is correct<br />

<strong>The</strong> difficulties which now beset the<br />

orator's path are more numerous than<br />

those which had to be met in the past.<br />

His auditors no longer listen to be educated,<br />

to be instructed : they have already<br />

preconceived opinions: the newspaper,<br />

has been read nnd they come not<br />

to be instructed, not to be educated, but<br />

to be persuaded. By the progress of<br />

the press, the wide circulation of the<br />

newspapers and magazines the influence<br />

of the oratory has bsen correspondently<br />

decreased But to whatextent the power<br />

of the orator ha? been decreased is. indeed,<br />

very hard to say. For. when in<br />

view of the many obstacles which seem<br />

to impede, and at lime * even deprive the<br />

orator of the power he once wielded, we<br />

stop for a moment and meditate on the<br />

great oratorical achievements of the past<br />

and present, we hesitate to affirm that<br />

the influence of the orator is as limited<br />

as we nrght fit first inadvertently suspect.<br />

A little over two years agn thtre<br />

arose to speak in a great political convention,<br />

a young man, obscure and for<br />

the most part unknown to hip countrymen,<br />

yet that young man \vrn the President's<br />

nomination fr< m this convention<br />

by the sheer efforts of his oratorical eloquence.<br />

His name i^ William Jennings<br />

Bryan Unknown before, oratory has<br />

made him famous. By oratcry his name<br />

was made; by oratory it lives.<br />

<strong>The</strong> name Bryan is in itself a plea for<br />

the revival of oratory, for the study of<br />

Cicero, Demosthenes and Quintilian.<br />

Our modern blood may be cold ; in spirit<br />

we may be dormant; in taste we may be<br />

cynical and even pessimistic; but like<br />

our ancestors we have sentiment and<br />

passion, which once fervidly appealed to<br />

mu*t respond Right here in our midst<br />

we know of advocates to whom the granting<br />

of a jury trial is but a signal victory;<br />

to them oratory has brought success, distinction<br />

and honor. We admire them<br />

fjr their power and bii liance as speake*s<br />

We too, would like to enjoy their<br />

power and be able to speak like them.<br />

We call them gifted. But are they<br />

gifted? Docs gift imply an inherited<br />

quality or does it mean the mastery<br />

of some art through di i/ent application?<br />

It may l>e the former, but generally it is<br />

the latter Reflect for a moment. Who<br />

and what were their fathers? Did they<br />

occupy some high station in life, or were<br />

they of that humble, honest class that<br />

Lincoln used to call the plain people?<br />

<strong>The</strong> answer in most cases would be an<br />

affirmation of the latter part of the question.<br />

Oratory is a science, an art, not a gift.<br />

To be an orator is the gift of all who<br />

would strive and earnestly work to attain<br />

it. As oratory is a science,to be proficient<br />

and successful it must be studied and if<br />

possible in one's youth. <strong>The</strong>re is no ex-<br />

•m<br />

cuse for failure as a<br />

can say.something an|<br />

when we may have to<br />

of nervousness will nj<br />

may be overcome ..with<br />

Abov* all there is no e<br />

ing, as success is the s<br />

earnest and assiduous<br />

we, the most of us, ar<br />

other asked to respon*<br />

to deliberate upon son<br />

or less importance- 'B<br />

sinful, is very erabai<br />

have failed before us<br />

fail after us. Failur<br />

only when we allow ot<br />

discouraged and refus<br />

and improve ourselves.<br />

Professor Brander M|<br />

excellent methods for<<br />

dres*. He says:<br />

something to say<br />

opportunity to say if tin<br />

ods of making a speech<br />

from, (a) He may<br />

dress and read it frc<br />

boldly held in hand,<br />

out his rematks andj<br />

memory, (c) He mi<br />

opening words, his<br />

and such other salieni<br />

wishes to make sure o<br />

extemporize the whole<br />

the audience with no \<br />

and apparently talkin]<br />

ness of his heart As<br />

methods are excellent<br />

their advantages as<br />

tages. <strong>The</strong> choice of<br />

speaker. Personally I<br />

fourth as this one ap]<br />

the most effective. B<br />

necessary that a speaki<br />

to these rules, if he ha<br />

<strong>The</strong>se methods, htfwe 1<br />

the field of choice.<br />

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can say something and no one knows<br />

when we may have to say it <strong>The</strong> plea<br />

of nervousness will not stand, for this<br />

may be overcome with an earnest effort.<br />

Above all there is no excuse for not trying,<br />

as success is the sure reward of the<br />

earnest and assiduous student. In life<br />

we, the most of us, are at some time or<br />

other asked to respond to some toast or<br />

tc deliberate upon some topic of greater<br />

or less importance. To fail, while not<br />

sinful, is very embarrassing. Others<br />

have failed before us and otners shall<br />

fail after us. Failure becomes sinful<br />

only when we allow ourselves to become<br />

discouraged and refuse to try to better<br />

and improve ourselves.<br />

Professor Brander Matthews gives four<br />

excellent methods for delivering an address.<br />

He says: " When a man has<br />

something to say and when he has an<br />

opportunity to say it there are four methods<br />

of making a speech for him to select<br />

from, (a) He may write out his address<br />

and read it from a manuscript<br />

boldly held in hand, (b) He may write<br />

out his remarks and commit them to<br />

memory, (cj He may write out his<br />

opening words, his closing sentences<br />

and such other salient passages as he<br />

wishes to make sure of. (d) He may<br />

extemporize the whole, appearing before<br />

the audience with no visible manuscript<br />

and apparently talking out of the fullness,<br />

of his heart As I have said these<br />

methods are excellent; they each have<br />

their advantages as well as disadvantages.<br />

<strong>The</strong> choice of them lies with the<br />

speaker. Personally I would select the<br />

fourth as this one appears to me to be<br />

the most effective. But it is not at all<br />

necessary that a speaker confine himself<br />

to these rules, if he has a better method.<br />

<strong>The</strong>se methods, however, nearly cover<br />

the fisld of choice.<br />

For one, who, like the writer, is by<br />

no means adept in the art of which he<br />

speaks and advises may "savor of impertinence,"<br />

but the apology is that he<br />

too hopes to succeed in that art and<br />

trusts that his words might be of some<br />

little value. <strong>The</strong>re are several things<br />

which, if we would succeed, must he<br />

borne in mind. We should never speak<br />

unless we have something to say, mindful<br />

of <strong>Lowell</strong>'s aphorism, " Blessed is he<br />

who hath nothing to say—and cannot be<br />

persuaded to say it." Above all, we<br />

must not forget that u when the hour<br />

and the man have come the populace<br />

are still but puppets in his<br />

fingers and move according to ttte<br />

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16<br />

others' 1 .put them to sleep " At the<br />

time Burke was delivering bis speech<br />

on the American Colonies!, a speech<br />

admitted by many to be his best, Loid<br />

Erskine, himself a splendid orator, was<br />

present. He tells us that Burk t<br />

bad not been en his feet half an hour<br />

before he had emptied the House, and<br />

he himself was so wearied, that he<br />

crawled towards the door on all fours,<br />

not to hurt his friend Burke's feeling,<br />

and thus escape unseen On reading<br />

the speech next morning Erskine confesses<br />

he was surprised at the force and<br />

eloquence with which it was permeated.<br />

How, then, can we account for Burke* s<br />

unpopularity as a speaker? While his<br />

orations and writings are "saturated 1 '<br />

with thought; his knowledge profound<br />

and extensive; his vocabulary limitless<br />

there yet remain his faults. He was toe<br />

argumentative, descriptive and emotion-<br />

T HE L OWEL L<br />

al. H: h 11 vv'ien he was calm, a harsh<br />

voice, and, when he was excitrd his<br />

voice becan:e to liar&h that it was<br />

scarcely auidble and moreover bespoke<br />

in an ''ungainly brogue." He wearied.<br />

also, by his p^or ni*tho:i of handling his<br />

subject. His audience instead t»f plain<br />

men he took to be a body of scholars.<br />

With tYis in mind he would philosophize<br />

and cry to educate his hearer; he too<br />

often forgot the very 'purpose for which<br />

he was spe iking—the end he desired to<br />

attain—above all lie forgot to speak wkh<br />

the intention of persuading, of convincing.<br />

If Burke failed in some things he<br />

succeeded in many others; his orations<br />

are now the daily bread, the food of<br />

every politician and statesman. His<br />

name lives because his works abound in<br />

practical, live matter.<br />

Placing the Blame.<br />

u Was that you making such a noise<br />

outside this morning ? " asked his moth-<br />

er. ik No. 'm," responded the small boy.<br />

u Barlow and I were tryin 1 to see who<br />

could holler the loudest, and Barlow<br />

beat me "<br />

AMBROSE GHSRINI '97.<br />

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A monthly publUhed by the stud<br />

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EDITORinU ST?<br />

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ASSISTANTS!<br />

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Y«orin Lyons, '99. C<br />

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BUSINESS STP<br />

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In this issue<br />

Salutory. of the <strong>Lowell</strong><br />

itial appearar<br />

up the task the. class of "<<br />

creditably supported. 1<br />

are sure, will feel--satis.fi<br />

forts if we can equal, 01<br />

record and this we<br />

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A monthly publishsd by the students of the <strong>Lowell</strong><br />

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EDITORIRti<br />

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ASSOCIATES :<br />

Kcl T. CahUt, '99. R. L. Beats, '00.<br />

ASSISTANTS :<br />

Frank B. Hooper, '99.<br />

Lot-in Lyons, '99. Chester Wngner, '99.<br />

C. H. Norris, '99.<br />

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Harold Wright, '99, Business Manager.<br />

W. Bundschu, '99, Associate.<br />

ASSISTANTS:<br />

V. French, '99.<br />

U. Vincent, '9^: ' ' Maddux, '99.<br />

G. Holmes, '09. A. Adler, '99-<br />

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and at Dodge's Book Store, 11 z po* t Street.<br />

Siudents, graduates, (acuity atul friends of the School<br />

are invited to contribute articles of interest.<br />

Knteteriin PostofficeatSnn Francisco as Second-Class<br />

Mail Matter.<br />

In this issue the new staff<br />

Salutory. of the <strong>Lowell</strong> make their initial<br />

appearance. We take<br />

up the task the class of '98 begun and so<br />

creditably supported. <strong>The</strong> school, we<br />

are sure, will feel satisfied with- our efforts<br />

if we can equal our predecessor's<br />

record and this we will strive to. do.<br />

We will not only endeavor to equal it,<br />

but to excel it; always watching for a<br />

chance to improve the paper and bring<br />

credit upon the school* We have a term<br />

often months before us in which to do<br />

•this; a fact which is a disadvantage in<br />

some ways and advantage in others. It<br />

is the disadvantage, which, with the<br />

school's support, v/e will overcome.<br />

On the whole, the outlook of a prosperous<br />

year for the paper is very good.<br />

Many of the chief contributors of last<br />

year are .stilt in the school and will continue<br />

to interest LOWELX readers with<br />

their efforts 'n journalism. <strong>The</strong> alumni<br />

of '9S will be heard from during the year<br />

and new material has been discovered<br />

in the school from which to draw. As<br />

far as possible the management intends<br />

to publish a LOWELL suitable to the<br />

time in which it is issued. During November<br />

footLdll stories will be given<br />

space by the Editor and later in the season<br />

short stories of the .*''"•:• "d will be<br />

acceptable. All throws 11 " vb-: year essays,<br />

stories or sk.etc't^s -a ;^'..\\>:'deto^n5hd.<br />

This invitation is not confined to the<br />

Seniors. You in the Middle and Junior<br />

write ! Write now. Do not wait until<br />

you get in the Senior and then start in.<br />

<strong>The</strong> Senior class is by no means the<br />

largest in the school, and if the paper<br />

depends upon their efforts toward supporting<br />

it I do not care to dwell upon the<br />

results.<br />

Perhaps it is modesty which is preventing<br />

some able writers in the classes<br />

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18 THE LOWELL<br />

modesty because it seems rather prevalent<br />

in this school. <strong>The</strong> ingenious and<br />

carefully contrived nom de plumes under<br />

which the writers for this paper hide<br />

themselves rather indicates to our mind,<br />

modesty or a kin trait. If you think<br />

your article is good enough for publication<br />

sign your name to it. Perhaps,<br />

after it is published and you hear praises<br />

heaped upon it, you will regret that your<br />

name is not at the end of the article.<br />

Now, as a rule, we know that editorials,<br />

especially in school papers, are not<br />

read by everybody. We have made this<br />

one short and in it have tried to impress<br />

a few facts on our readers. <strong>The</strong><br />

editorial column is, in our mind, the<br />

mouth-piece, the organ for giving forth<br />

its thoughts of the paper. <strong>The</strong> contributors<br />

furnish material of their own choosing<br />

for clothing it and giving it shape,<br />

but on the editorial page the paper has<br />

its own say and expresses its own views<br />

Senior <strong>The</strong> Senior Class of '99 held<br />

Class their election of Class officers<br />

Meeting shortly after school opened<br />

with the following result:<br />

Pres. J. H. Saunders, Sec. B. J. Shay,<br />

VicePres. E. 3wL Pollexfen, Treas. E.<br />

Behlow,<br />

Mr. Saunders was the unamimous<br />

choice and his classmates feel confident<br />

in his ability to prove a capable president.<br />

At a meeting held a short time since<br />

several important pieces of business were<br />

transacted. <strong>The</strong> President spoke of the<br />

Senior Dance and appointed a committee<br />

to inquire of our Honorable Board regarding<br />

the Girls High Auditorium for<br />

Christmas. This committee consisted<br />

of L. B. Hooper, Walter Bundschu and<br />

J. H. Saunders. After some discussion<br />

it was decided to retain the class colors<br />

as adopted in the middle year, namely<br />

green and white. Itis to be hoped that<br />

every member of the class of '99 will<br />

wear these colors at the interclass field<br />

day.<br />

<strong>The</strong> meetings so far of the Senior<br />

Class have been a success, but the President<br />

desires to say that he would like to<br />

see more Seniors present.<br />

<strong>The</strong> President spoke to the meeting of<br />

a project of some of the young ladies of<br />

the class namely the organization of a<br />

dancing club to be composed entirely of<br />

members of the class of'99- It was very<br />

favorably received, many of the class<br />

promised to join.<br />

niddle On the 19th inst. the class of<br />

Class . . '00 held a meeting of the<br />

Meeting election of officers. It has<br />

characterized by the fcocd<br />

attendance and number of nominees,<br />

two things that did not occur last year.<br />

<strong>The</strong> President for the past year Mr.<br />

MigheJls, presided and the business of<br />

the meeting was immediately begun.<br />

<strong>The</strong> nominations for president were<br />

called for and four were proposed, Hixon,<br />

Mighell, Hamilton and Bulkley. Hamilton<br />

was nominated against his wish and<br />

was not allowed to withdraw his name,<br />

through an absurd ruling of the President,<br />

<strong>The</strong> nominations for president being<br />

closed those for vice president were in<br />

order and the Misses Bringham, Venneker<br />

and Vensano were named.<br />

By the tivae the noise and confusion,<br />

in the meeting had become such that<br />

those present were told to either become<br />

quiet or finish their business in the<br />

street; and there was silence.<br />

After this the following were named,<br />

for Secretary; Prentice, Belvel and Miss<br />

Glaser, <strong>The</strong> names proposed were then<br />

balloted for and Hixon, Miss Brirgham<br />

and Belvel were elected.<br />

<strong>The</strong> result of the election being announced<br />

Hixon assumed charge of the<br />

meeting which shortly after adjourned.<br />

•JXy\<br />

One Day.<br />

Did you ever see a dust;<br />

We were a party of se<br />

ridden in a two seated waj<br />

Valley over into Pope<br />

dust raised by the hordes<br />

into the wagon.<br />

When we finally arrivec<br />

ley we all had grey hair at<br />

hats, our eye-lashes were,<br />

when we applied water t(<br />

effect produced was mud!<br />

After eating a refresl<br />

started for the mines whe<br />

who expected us were to<br />

It was in the middle of tl<br />

path was steep and on a si<<br />

was no shade trees even<br />

think that was the warm;<br />

took.<br />

When we came to the <<br />

Washington Quicksilver<br />

cool drink of water. V<br />

that blessed fact. <strong>The</strong>n \<br />

awe on my part, two men<br />

caudles step on an elevat<br />

into an apparently bot<br />

We looked down a r ' r<br />

see nothing but a black<br />

the bell rang and the tot<br />

<strong>The</strong>n it came our tui<br />

up a par'cy of six. <strong>The</strong>}<br />

of us with a candle on ,«.n<br />

One end of it was round<br />

other sharp and pointei<br />

was a hook. We lit th«<br />

dropped wax on us pe<br />

timidity left us after we<br />

they told us "'•erward<br />

and talking sounded an<br />

above.<br />

We stepped off the t<br />

mud and cwo by two.<br />

saw a number of new<br />

things How necessary<br />

were. I held mine behiu<br />

down one of the drifts,<br />

that it seeaied as though<br />

the blackness.<br />

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One Day.<br />

Did you ever see a dusty crowd ?<br />

We were a party of seven who had<br />

ridden in a two seated wagon from Napa<br />

Valley over into Pope Valley. <strong>The</strong><br />

dust raised by the hordes rose in clouds<br />

into the wagon.<br />

When we finally arrived in Pope Valley<br />

we all had grey hair and drab colored<br />

hats, our eye-lashes were powdered and<br />

when we applied water to our faces the<br />

effect produced was mud!<br />

After eating a refreshing lunch, ws<br />

started for the mines where some friends<br />

who expected us were to be our guides-<br />

It was in the middle of the day and our<br />

path was steep and on a side hill. <strong>The</strong>re<br />

was no shade trees even in sight and I<br />

think that was the wannest walk I ever<br />

took.<br />

When we came to the entrance of the<br />

Washington Quicksilver Mine we had a<br />

cool drink of water. I shall not omit<br />

chat blessed fact. <strong>The</strong>n we noticed, with<br />

awe on my part, two men holding lighted<br />

candles step on an elevator and descend<br />

into an apparently bottomless abyss.<br />

We looked down after them and could<br />

sec nothing but a black space. At last<br />

the bell rang and the ropes stopped.<br />

<strong>The</strong>n it came our turn and we made<br />

up a party of six. <strong>The</strong>y supplied each<br />

of us with a candle on an odd iron stick.<br />

One end of it was round for holding, the<br />

other sharp and pointed ; on one side<br />

was a hook. We lit the candles which<br />

dropped wax on us persistently. All<br />

timidity left us after we had started and<br />

they told us afterwards, our laughter<br />

and talking sounded amusing to those<br />

above.<br />

We stepped off the elevator into the<br />

mud and two by two. grouping along,<br />

saw a number of new and interesting<br />

things. How necessary those candles<br />

were. I held mine behind me and looked<br />

down one of the drifts. It was so dark<br />

that it seemed as though you could feel<br />

the blackness.<br />

Soon we came upon the men working.<br />

Here we found out the use of the curious<br />

candle sticks given us. <strong>The</strong> sharp point<br />

forced into the cl&y held the light where<br />

the miner needed it, and when the walls<br />

were rock, so beautifully lined over with<br />

the red ore, they huug the candle-stick<br />

by the hook on a ledge.<br />

When we returned to the elevator we<br />

descended a hundred feet and were told<br />

that we were one hundred and eighty<br />

feet below the surface. I wonder how<br />

the sky would have looked if I could<br />

have seen up the shaft.<br />

Here it was muddier thau ever; the<br />

walls were mud itself and the ceiling<br />

dropped muddy water on us from time to<br />

time, I tried mining by breaking off a<br />

piece of black rock which our guide pronounced<br />

tl no good" and got my hands<br />

all muddy.<br />

<strong>The</strong>n we gathered closely together on<br />

the elevator once more, and rose slowly<br />

back to the sunshine.<br />

We showed our specimens, of which<br />

we were very proud, to the rest of the<br />

party who had not summoned up enough<br />

courage to go down with us. <strong>The</strong> specimens<br />

seemed very .••mall after having<br />

seen the rock so full of the red ore, which,<br />

owing to a course in Chemistry I recognized<br />

as the oxide of mercury.<br />

From the mine we walked over to the<br />

Aetna Springs, a well known summer<br />

reiort. We tasted the hot mineral water,<br />

but as the day was warm, it was not<br />

pleasant and left a disagreeable taste in<br />

my mouth<br />

<strong>The</strong> people here looked very clean.<br />

Perhaps the fact noticeable to us because<br />

we were so dust covered and dirty. Our<br />

shoes were covered with mud and our<br />

clothes conspicuously frescoed with the<br />

same material.<br />

When it was cooler we rode home, arriving<br />

just after sunset. We were ready<br />

for a night's rest and our minds were<br />

rilled with new ideas to talk of on the<br />

morrow.<br />

S. E JORDAN, '99


EDITED BY LOUIS LYONS.<br />

Last June saw the close of the most<br />

successful.career a Debating Society has<br />

enjoyed for many years in the <strong>Lowell</strong><br />

High School. At one time the society<br />

came near having an opportunity to<br />

show its ability before the school in a contest<br />

with a certain school across the bay<br />

But Fate decreed otherwise This year,<br />

already, a challenge has come from the<br />

same school. If they had expressed<br />

this same eagerness last year to debate<br />

with us all would have been well. But<br />

now it comes too late. This year the<br />

society is not one-half so prosperous.<br />

<strong>The</strong> same spirit does not exist in the<br />

meetings as did in last year's meetings.<br />

<strong>The</strong> society is not so strong in numbers<br />

or in individual debaters.<br />

In view of these facts it was decided<br />

best to postpone the acceptance of Oakland's<br />

challenge until a later date, when,<br />

it is hoped that the society will be<br />

stronger than it is now.<br />

It is a source of regret that a school as<br />

old as the <strong>Lowell</strong> has not a Debating<br />

Society which would be a stable institution,<br />

one which would continue from<br />

year to year as a regular part of the<br />

school. <strong>The</strong> value of Debating Societies<br />

is recognized in many schools,<br />

where debating is ^nade a part of the<br />

regular school course. A man's thoughts,<br />

great as they may be, are worth little to<br />

any one else if they cannot be expressed<br />

in a forcible and clear manner. This is<br />

the prime object of Debating Societies;<br />

to enable the members to express themselves<br />

clearly. We all some day will be<br />

called upon to speak before others and it<br />

is well to be prepared. Now is your<br />

chance to join the society. Now at the<br />

beginning of the term. Become identified<br />

with it from the start and at the end<br />

of the year you will not regret your<br />

action.<br />

<strong>The</strong> society has held two meetings at<br />

the time of going to print. <strong>The</strong> first on<br />

Friday, August 12th, was fairly well<br />

attended. It being the regular day for<br />

election, after several nominating speeches<br />

were made, the result was as follows :<br />

President, Adler ; Vice President, Shaler;<br />

Secretary, Fritz.<br />

What a society needs is a head. This<br />

society has one now and let it get in and<br />

work. <strong>The</strong>re are several among the<br />

members who would turn out excellent<br />

debaters with some practice. <strong>The</strong> most<br />

important piece of business in the last<br />

meeting was the action taken on the<br />

Oakland High School challenge. It<br />

was decided to postpone any movement<br />

toward having a debate with Oakland<br />

this year until later in the term. <strong>The</strong><br />

Secretary was directed to answer accordingly.<br />

9am<br />

EDITED BY CHAS. G.<br />

<strong>The</strong> exchange editor £<br />

tionally good assortment. 0<br />

that have come to his de<br />

and August and he regr<br />

count of their number it wi<br />

to notice all of them. He<br />

the best that have come<br />

following:<br />

<strong>The</strong> Irving Echoes is 01<br />

interesting and most w«<br />

changes. <strong>The</strong> first p<br />

Prophecy 11 is splendid b<br />

in interest towards the<br />

very original article appei<br />

paper. Here is an extia<<br />

"It was the * Twelfth >'<br />

Tempest' had raged. C T<br />

seda 1 sat musing, as if in<br />

Night's Dream/ but ( Re<br />

thought not of ' <strong>The</strong> Wi<br />

rather of ' Pericles, Princ<br />

had been to see ' King L<br />

Rape of Lucrece.' You<br />

'As You Like It.'"<br />

<strong>The</strong> Guard and Tackle<br />

up paper but needs mon<br />

to make it interesting,<br />

good story with several d<br />

especially the descriptio<br />

However, there are ma<br />

could be criticised. <strong>The</strong><br />

should imagine her futi<br />

that destiny prove true,<br />

improbable. I should a<br />

Miss Wood what a "boy<br />

is.<br />

<strong>The</strong> Steele Review cor<br />

ably written and well to]


at<br />

&H1<br />

p* "uats-fi, 1 ^'<br />

EDITED BY CHAS. G. NORRIS, '99.<br />

<strong>The</strong> exchange editor finds an exceptionally<br />

good assortment of school papers<br />

that have come to his desk during June<br />

and August and he regrets that on account<br />

of their number it will be impossible<br />

to notice all of them. However, some of<br />

the best that have come to him are the<br />

following:<br />

<strong>The</strong> Itving Echoes is one of our most<br />

interesting and most well written exchanges.<br />

<strong>The</strong> first part of u Class<br />

Prophecy 11 is splendid but wanes sadly<br />

in interest towards the last. Another<br />

very original article appears in this bright<br />

paper. Here is an extract:<br />

"It was the ( Twelfth Night' and * <strong>The</strong><br />

Tempest' had raged, ' Troilus and Cresseda'<br />

sat musing, as if in a l Midsummer's<br />

Night's Dream,' but' Romeo and Juliet'<br />

thought not of ' <strong>The</strong> Winter's Tale,' but<br />

rather of ( Pericles, Prince of Tyre,' who<br />

had been to see ' King Lear' about ' <strong>The</strong><br />

Rape of Lucrece.' You may take this<br />

'As You Like It. 111<br />

<strong>The</strong> Guard and Tackle is a well gotten<br />

up paper but needs more reading matter<br />

to make it interesting. " Esther" is a<br />

good story with several dramatic portions,<br />

especially the description of the storm.<br />

However, there are many points that<br />

could be criticised. <strong>The</strong> fact that a child<br />

should imagine her future destiny and<br />

that destiny prove true, is unnatural and<br />

improbable. I should also like to ask<br />

Miss Wood what a u boy's practical way"<br />

is.<br />

<strong>The</strong> Stcclc Review contains an admirably<br />

written and well told story, entitled<br />

THE LOWELL<br />

"<strong>The</strong> Legend of Devil's Gorge." Mr.<br />

Tietje deserves high praise for his descriptive<br />

powers, <strong>The</strong> style is excessively<br />

distinct and clear.<br />

Here is a bright skit fron; an exchange :<br />

"This insurance policy is a queer<br />

thing,*' said Dotts reflectively, "If I can't<br />

sell it, I can-eel, it and if I can-cell it, I<br />

can't sell it."<br />

A very interesting, well gotten up<br />

paper comes to us in <strong>The</strong> Trumpeter from<br />

Lexington, Mo. It contains plenty of<br />

good reading matter and interesting<br />

stories. " <strong>The</strong> Cache of the Plains 11 is a<br />

well written story whose author is to be<br />

complimented on his use of words. <strong>The</strong><br />

cover design of the paper also deserves<br />

praise. <strong>The</strong> high school papers should<br />

spend more attention to their cover designs.<br />

<strong>The</strong>re is a world of art in a good<br />

one, much more than it would seem and<br />

a good cover is a world of help to a paper.<br />

"Anita," an admirably written story<br />

in the High School Record from Brooklyn,<br />

is one of the besi that has come to us.<br />

It is exceedingly well told in fluent and<br />

well chosen language, displaying excellent<br />

style and diction. Besides this it is<br />

very original and that is what we want.<br />

Originality is everything nowadays and<br />

this story should be expressly commended<br />

on its originality, dealing, as it does, with<br />

a hackneyed subject in a very delicate<br />

manner. <strong>The</strong> ending is very sweet and<br />

pretty, making a link between the introduction<br />

and the old man's story which,<br />

had it been omitted, would have made<br />

the narrative tame and labored,<br />

A shrewd little fellow, who had just<br />

begun to study Latin, astonished his<br />

teacher by saying, v ' Vir, a man ; gin, a<br />

trap ; Virgin, a man-trap."—Ex.-Ex.<br />

Minister (meeting boy with a string of<br />

fish)—" Do you know where the little<br />

boys go, who fish on Sunday ?"<br />

Little boy—"Oh, yes ; but I ain't going<br />

to give the snap away."—Ex.-Ex.


THE LOWELL<br />

Most of our exchanges come with<br />

more or less interesting stories in them,<br />

with three pages devoted to i( Personals 1 '<br />

and two more to what t'ley call '• Wit;"<br />

but here at last comes a paper with an<br />

article tbat is of the right stuff; not a<br />

high school essay but a good, well written<br />

sketch for which the author deserves<br />

high praise.<br />

I have seen mauy a poorer article in<br />

many a better magazine. "<strong>The</strong> Lady<br />

Macbeth 11 in the High School Leader is<br />

this admirable article. It shows much<br />

thought and a clear conception of the<br />

subject. <strong>The</strong> author has studied well<br />

what he has written about and much<br />

wcrk and time must have been expended<br />

•on it, for which he deserves credit. Why<br />

can't more of the students of United<br />

States take more pains with articles they<br />

send to their papers ? It is shameless to<br />

•see the truck that an editor is forced to<br />

take to fill up space. Those who should<br />

read this aud have not read this splendid<br />

essay, read it by all means. You will<br />

learn something from it. It is in June<br />

Leader from the Butte High School.<br />

If an S and an I and an O aud a<br />

U with an X at the end, spell Su,<br />

And an E and a Y and an E spell I,<br />

Pray, what is a speller to do?<br />

<strong>The</strong>n if also an S an I and a G<br />

And a H E D spell cide,<br />

<strong>The</strong>re's nothing much left for a speller to do<br />

But to go aud commit Siouxeyesighed.<br />

—San Bsruardiuo Tyro.<br />

Mr. Isaacs—I sell you dot coat at<br />

a great sacrifice.<br />

Customer—But you say that of all<br />

your goods. How do you make a living ?<br />

Mr. Isaacs—Mein frient, I make a small<br />

profit on de paper and string.Exchange.<br />

<strong>The</strong> Fence from New Haven, Connecticut,<br />

has a good story in "Index". <strong>The</strong><br />

style is fair and the interest is kept up<br />

extremely well until the end. <strong>The</strong> ending,<br />

however, is tame and not on a par<br />

with the rest of the story. It appears as<br />

if the author were in a hurry to finish.<br />

<strong>The</strong> Recorder from Springfield,<br />

has a very original story in it,<br />

( 'Baseball at Olympus" <strong>The</strong> only crit- y<br />

icism that could be made is that it is ,:<br />

perhaps too original. As I have said<br />

before originally is what we want, but<br />

there is such a thing as making a botch<br />

of even a painting of the Madonna.<br />

Mr Holton in trying to be so very original<br />

that he is sometimes ludicrous. <strong>The</strong>:.':<br />

idea that Baccus should render "Pea- v,nuts.<br />

Cigars, and Vulcans' Pepsin Chewr<br />

ing Gum 1 ' is especially incongruous. If<br />

Mr. Holton meant it to be incongruous;<br />

let me suggest a more fitting subject,<br />

HACK II.<br />

Scene by Lamplight, Time at Mid-night ^<br />

Is this a oony which I see before ine.<br />

<strong>The</strong> pace tempting my Greek sick eyes? 'Jr<br />

Come, let me clutch thee. -^.^f'<br />

I know thee not, and yet the day approaches<br />

When thou, time saving trot will come not to<br />

My aid. <strong>The</strong>n thou wilt be but a mem'ry<br />

Of the night—a forgotton lesson<br />

Revolving in a roasted pupil's brain.<br />

Thou keeii, fell pedagogue,<br />

Watch not my words, which way they take,<br />

for fear<br />

<strong>The</strong>ir very vagueness prate of their origin,<br />

And taking woeful turn, forget the Greek<br />

For which they're trotting,—while's<br />

I recite, he roasts.<br />

Would I were in Hades with Homer's ghos*J<br />

—Exchange \<br />

A FAREWELL SERMON.<br />

A country minister in a certain town<br />

took permanent leave of his congregation<br />

in the following pathetic manner:—<br />

'•Brothers and sisters, I ', pme to saygood-bye.<br />

I don't think God loves this<br />

church because none of you ever die.<br />

I don't think you love each other because<br />

I never marry any of you. I don't<br />

think you love me because you have not<br />

paid my salary. Your donations are<br />

mouldy fruit and wormy apples, and by<br />

their fruits ye shall know them.<br />

"Brothers, I am going to a better place.<br />

I have been called to be chaplain of a,<br />

penitentiary. Where I go ye cannot<br />

come, but I go to prepare a place for you.<br />

and may the Lord have mercy an your<br />

souls. Good-bye."<br />

—Exchange,<br />

,4<br />

<strong>The</strong> summer girl, wi<br />

button trinkets and yisi<<br />

has settled dowii ;i to<br />

Henceforward she will r<br />

the ball room instead of<br />

and enthroned npou a<br />

softer ctfshigns^' instead 9<br />

In fact the- happy* sc<br />

turned^ looking^Happie;<br />

outin g. Nowthat^she<br />

let her enter her wmter<br />

vim tb&t, if it does not<br />

least give the,sodety, <<br />

and somebody to write<br />

<strong>The</strong> frat."girl Hawaii<br />

active. <strong>The</strong> tennis d<br />

taken up the ; racque^.<br />

the others aradoingjli<br />

ging, and that tbfey &<br />

Members of tlie ;tii|e<br />

Gamma Eta ; K^)pife?<br />

Delta Koppa/iaye j *<br />

All three<br />

Between<br />

there is<br />

rushing,<br />

at the time of tfcislwri<br />

Whether A e ^<br />

organize again is'ver;<br />

chief promoter^ni oirg<br />

has not i ^ ^<br />

<strong>The</strong><br />

plates g ^ ^ ^<br />

German in honor of<br />

ii


trght<br />

lost! •. V?£<br />

iangc ,; ^<br />

:• • • '"{•%}<br />

town; mm<br />

ler;— ,:,-^<br />

SOCIETY<br />

<strong>The</strong> summer girl, with her soldierbutton<br />

trinkets and visions of war l ieros,<br />

has settled down to winter quatters.<br />

Henceforward she will reign as queen of<br />

the ball room instead of the tennis court<br />

and enthroned upon a soft divan amid<br />

softer cushions, instead-of a hammock.<br />

In fact ths happy school girl has returned,<br />

looking happier for her summer<br />

outing. Now that she is "rested up"<br />

let her enter her winter pleasures with a<br />

vim that, if it does nothing else, will at<br />

least give the society editor something<br />

and somebody to write about.<br />

<strong>The</strong> frat. girl has already begun to be<br />

active. <strong>The</strong> tennis devotee has also<br />

taken up the racquet. But apparently<br />

the others are doing little else but digging,<br />

and that they are doing with a will.<br />

FRATERNITIES,<br />

Members of the three fraternities, viz,<br />

Gamma Eta Kappa, <strong>The</strong>ta Chi and Pi<br />

Delta Koppa, have returned to <strong>Lowell</strong>.<br />

AH three frats. are rushing i-'cw men.<br />

Between the two existing societies<br />

there is fur flying*. Both are very busy<br />

rushing. Neither have had an initiation<br />

at the time of this writing.<br />

FUTURE.<br />

Whether the '98 Cotilion Club will<br />

organize again is very doubtful, as its<br />

chief promoter and organizer, Mr. Large,<br />

has not returned to <strong>Lowell</strong>.<br />

<strong>The</strong> Alpha Sigma Sorority contemplates<br />

giving either a reception or a<br />

German in honor of Miss Dora Wieland.<br />

Miss Wieland graduated from <strong>Lowell</strong><br />

with the class of '96. Since then she<br />

has been finishing her education in<br />

Germany and Switzerland. She returned<br />

direct from Germany, arriving at<br />

her home on California street, on August<br />

fourth.<br />

PERSONAL.<br />

<strong>The</strong> Lamba Tbeat Phi Sorority gave<br />

a very pleasant *'tea" to their young<br />

lady friends, Saturday afternoon, August<br />

sixth.<br />

We are certainly pleased to see the<br />

younger brothers of the alumni come<br />

up to <strong>Lowell</strong>. We know what to expect<br />

froiA them, and it is their look out<br />

that they act up to our expectations.<br />

By CHESTER P, WAGNER.<br />

Society Editor.<br />

<strong>The</strong> K. B.<br />

<strong>The</strong> first meeting of the K. E. for thisterm<br />

took place on Friday evening Aug.<br />

19, at Mr. Adler's house. This society<br />

is one of the most flourishing social clubs<br />

at <strong>Lowell</strong> High School. Mr. Adler was<br />

the founder and first President. Membership<br />

is restricted to the Greek class<br />

and the society has for its aim social and<br />

literary advancement. Its thriving and<br />

prosperous career during the past year<br />

may well attest to its success. It has<br />

good cause to look forward to another<br />

prosperous year under the leadership of<br />

such -capable officers as its present ones.<br />

<strong>The</strong> following is the list of officers for


this term: President, Miss E. M. PoIIexfen,<br />

Sec. Miss Saber, Treas. Miss^Mowbray.<br />

THE LOWELL<br />

<strong>The</strong> S. C. D. C.<br />

In view of the fact that the class of<br />

'99 will give the regular senior dance on<br />

the last Friday of this term they have<br />

formed a dancing club known as the S.<br />

C. D. C. <strong>The</strong> main object of- this club<br />

is to make the members of the class of<br />

'99 better acquainted with each other,<br />

so that they might be.better able to enjoy<br />

themselves at the coming dance.<br />

<strong>The</strong> Club meets the second and fourth<br />

Saturday evenings of every week and<br />

every one enjoys a good time. All members<br />

of the Senior Class should join this<br />

Club whether they can dance or not.<br />

For the benefit of those who do not<br />

dance there will be a competent teacher<br />

in attendance and they could lean: in no<br />

better place. All members of the Senior<br />

Class are earnestly requested to join.<br />

A-W.<br />

\--^< ••.•;--:vr^.Vj<br />

This Club will continue until the Senior<br />

danc^ and perhaps the whole year. <strong>The</strong><br />

High Middrers, who have been admitied<br />

to the Senior meetings are also invited<br />

to attend the Senior Class Dancing Club.<br />

<strong>The</strong> Mission High School has added<br />

to its carp?, of prof^s^^rs one of the oldest<br />

and ablest teachers of L. H. S* It<br />

was with great regret that the <strong>Lowell</strong><br />

students parted with their former Chemistry<br />

teacher Mr. Wynn. Ever since the<br />

school was started over twenty five<br />

years ago, Mr. Wynn has been teaching<br />

at <strong>Lowell</strong> and a long list of Alumni<br />

owe a great deal of their splendid progre?s<br />

in Chemistry to him. While we<br />

all regret Mr. Wynn's transfer very<br />

much we are in a great measure -consoled<br />

by Mr. Mitchell, who recently<br />

taught Chemistry at tlie P. H. S. - His<br />

pupils nre all agreed that ht is fully the<br />

equal of Mr. Wynn in everything except<br />

perhaps experience.<br />

With the advent of a ne\<<br />

many of us find ourselves w<<br />

is going to support<br />

athletics. <strong>The</strong>re are some<br />

give the matter a second thoj<br />

ing that most of our good<br />

left the school, and that it 4<br />

us to attempt anything in tl<br />

why not look on the bri<br />

matter?- As many scholai<br />

the school this year as hav<<br />

expect great things of them]<br />

<strong>The</strong>re is scarcely anythii<br />

a school into greater prcu<br />

her successfuluess in athlei<br />

want Lowtll High to" rothers<br />

of its clas*. All<br />

sary is to get a good start,<br />

championship this year in i<br />

league games, and tiencefoj<br />

all description will .flock to<br />

admission. This sounds vj<br />

a fairy tale, but neverthelj<br />

Why is it that certain/col<br />

championship year after y<br />

branches of athletics? S<br />

they have gained<br />

aspiring to<br />

a means of furthering ^v*<br />

<strong>The</strong>re is a-large<br />

hand at Xoweli; v tsre fin«<br />

sizes and kinds And .]<br />

only all come forward-j<br />

of holding back and sa|p)<br />

we could pick all<br />

trom among their nuraberj<br />

For several years ^<br />

has been practically d^aa'1<br />

sports. But now<br />

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EDITED BY FRANK HOOPER.<br />

With the advent of a new school term<br />

many of us find ourselves wondering who<br />

is going to support LOWKLI, this year in<br />

athletics. <strong>The</strong>re are some who will not<br />

give the matter a second thought, imagining<br />

that most of our good athletes have<br />

left the school, and that it is useless for<br />

us to attempt anything in this line. But<br />

•why not look on the bright side of the<br />

matter? As many scholars have entered<br />

the school this year as have kft, and we<br />

expect great things of them.<br />

<strong>The</strong>re is scarcely anything that brings<br />

a school into greater prominence than<br />

her successfulness in athletics. And we<br />

want Lovvtll High to rank above all<br />

others of its clas*. All that's necessary<br />

is to get a good start. Just win the<br />

championship this year in a few academic<br />

league games, and henceforth athletes


those who do not take an active interest<br />

(let us hope such students are few),<br />

should at least show their patriotism<br />

by giving their names and the paltry<br />

sum of ten cents per month toward a<br />

good, cause.<br />

Track Athletics.<br />

<strong>The</strong> track and field sports at the<br />

<strong>Lowell</strong> this year should with the proper<br />

support of the student body exceed all<br />

expectations and rise to a prominence<br />

that it has not reached for the past two<br />

or three years. <strong>The</strong> following is a short<br />

sketch of those out for places :<br />

Jorgenson who showed up well in our<br />

last two field days, and will, with steady<br />

training, break his own record in the<br />

broad jump and be able to do credit to<br />

himself in the hurdle events.<br />

Lyons has always shown up well in<br />

practice, but has never trained hard<br />

enough to do himself credit in the field<br />


TH1? LOWELL<br />

One man


Efcr<br />

28 THE LOWELL<br />

Of all classes that have come to us for<br />

the last five years, there has never been<br />

a class so full of promising material as<br />

the present junior class. It contains an<br />

energetic fellow, full of the right enthusiasm<br />

and this is R. A. Craig, who has<br />

gone to work with a will and organized<br />

the much-needed second team. Here is<br />

the right kind of school patriotism !<br />

<strong>The</strong> fellow that will get out almost<br />

every afternoon and is willing to be<br />

hammered and thumped by much heavier<br />

and stronger fellows, for the sake of<br />

giving those same fellows practice in<br />

'hammering and thumping, deserves<br />

"high praise and the whole school's<br />

thanks. That is the kind of school<br />

patriotism we want and the fellows, like<br />

those that are now getting out and forming<br />

a second team, deserve to be congratulated.<br />

Here is a schedule of our material for<br />

the first team:<br />

Center. •-Peters, Kidd<br />

Right guard Cook, captain<br />

Left guard Scumer, Evans<br />

Right tackle.. • .Middleton<br />

Left tackle .Sims<br />

Right end Ellen wood<br />

Left end Olivell<br />

Quarter Wright, Jackson<br />

Right half Rooney<br />

Left half Saunden, Hodge<br />

Full .,.. I. .Hooper<br />

Look at it for yourselves. We never<br />

had a better team ; only three positions<br />

that have not tried players in them. We<br />

ought to do wonders.<br />

Here is another schedule of our material<br />

for our second team :<br />

Center .Lewitt<br />

Right guard .Stillman<br />

Left guard Reddick, La Grange<br />

Right tickle Craig, captain<br />

Left tackle...; Lindley<br />

Right end Perkins, Smith, Elliot<br />

Left end Ducker<br />

Quarter..'.... .Robinson, Milton, Moore<br />

Right half Fentori<br />

Left half .Irving<br />

Full ; McLaren<br />

Now, with a first team such as we<br />

have and a second team like this,, why<br />

can't we get in and do something $ It<br />

all now depends on the work that is<br />

done. Last year we would never have<br />

had the team that we did, if it hkd not<br />

been for the energetic work of Captain<br />

Robinson and Bosie Sawyer. "'<br />

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<strong>Lowell</strong> High School Track and Field Records.<br />

KV1CNT RECORD HOI.DKR TlMH AND PCACK OF PERBORMAKCE<br />

50 yaxd dash 6 sec .........Titus '96 .Inter. Class Field Days.. .Sept.26/96<br />

50<br />

6 '• Montgomery '98., '• " " " ...Mar. 13^97<br />

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220<br />

440<br />

S3o<br />

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553-5 sec....! King'97 later. Class " " .Mar. 13/97<br />

" 2 min. 12 sec..Faull '98......... .<strong>Lowell</strong> vs. Polytechnic....April 3/98<br />

Mile run - 5inin.2 1-2 sec.Cutler '98 ...A. A. L. Field Days Sept. 28/9^<br />

»« walk 7aiin 284-5" .Walsh '97 A. A. L. 1( Oct. xo/96<br />

120-yard hurdle 1745 sec Quinan '94 Inter. Class " •• Sept.,'94<br />

220-yard " 293-5 " F. Bishop'98...•.. <strong>Lowell</strong> vs. Polytechnic... April 3/98<br />

High jump 5 ft. 4 in Rooney '98 ,<br />

Broad jump 19 fc. 7 in Drum '97 Inter. Class Field Day... .April 11/96<br />

Hammer throw i2-!bs... 126 ft. 11 1-4111. .Montgomery '98.. " " ....Sept, 26/96<br />

•« l( i6.1bs... Soft.2in Taber'96 ..<strong>Lowell</strong> v3. Polytechnic, June 13/96<br />

16-lb. shot put 35 ft. 11 in Ed. Bishop'9S.... Inter. Class Field Day.,. Sept. 25/97<br />

12-lb. " " Ed. Bishop'98 ... " lt ....Nov. 27/98<br />

Polevault.... Sft.ioia Moeller '97 " " ... Sept 26/96<br />

Discusthrow 81 ft. 11 in F. Bishop '98..... " " •-- Mar. 27/98<br />

Relay 6 runners 3 min. 38 sec.L. H. S Team <strong>Lowell</strong> vs. "polytechnic.. .Mar. 20/97<br />

z-mile 2<br />

2-miles *'4<br />

BICYCLE RACES. .<br />

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Hurrah for the Senior Class Dancing<br />

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- Wanted.—A missing luncheor,— not<br />

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' It was Thanksgiving<br />

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miring glance over the<br />

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As he ran up the stairs]<br />

red brick houses so coi<br />

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It was Thanksgiving Day, the 26th ot<br />

November, and Gordon Sturgis had come<br />

to take Edith Van Orman and her mother<br />

to the great foot ball game between Harvard<br />

and Princeton. <strong>The</strong> two universi:<br />

ties had not played against each other<br />

for some years, and the battle that was<br />

to be fought that day had been looked<br />

forward to with much expectancy. Gordon<br />

Sturgis was a very handsome-looking<br />

fellow, in his long frock coat, tall<br />

silk hat and grey kid gloves, as he<br />

jumped off the Harvard Square car, and<br />

walked up Dana street, and one could<br />

hardly help casting more than one admiring<br />

glance over the shoulder as he<br />

passed. Yes—on the whole—Gordon<br />

Sturgis was a very handsome fellow.<br />

As he ran up the stairs of one of those<br />

red brick houses so common in Cambridge,<br />

Edith Van Orman opened the<br />

door herself. Now Edith Van Orman i?<br />

a very striking girl, very handsome and<br />

wry stylish, and as she stood there at<br />

the top of the stairs in her stylish tailormade,<br />

her head, surmounted by a rich<br />

mass of auburn hair, thrown slightly<br />

back, a smile of greeting on her lips—<br />

Sturgis paused a moment, about six<br />

steps below her, and eyed her critically,<br />

then he drew in a deep breath and muttered<br />

: ** By George, she's a queen !"<br />

s 'You're late," she said smiling," mama<br />

and I have been waiting for almost five<br />

minutes and you know that's a dreadful<br />

sin for a man to keep a girl waiting.<br />

But come in. Mama, 71 she said to Mrs.<br />

Van Orman who sat languidly back in a<br />

chair, fanning herself discontentedly,—<br />

" Mama, how am I going to punish him<br />

for being late ? "<br />

"How are you, Gordon?* 1 said Mrs.<br />

Van Orman, holding out her hand without<br />

rising—"You don't really mean to<br />

tell me you've come to take ate to that<br />

stupid foot ball game ? "<br />

" I am afraid so, Mrs. Van Orman,' r he<br />

said taking her hand, ( *but I'm sure<br />

you'll like it after you once get there."<br />

"Well," said Mrs. Van Orman. "I<br />

never did see the use of a lot of<br />

men piling on top of one another,<br />

getting filthy dirty avA ending up by<br />

getting killed, and I knoxv I never shall.<br />

Gordon, hand me my smelling salts and<br />

my fan and ray purse—there. Now,"<br />

she continued slowly, looking round, " 1


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think I have everything. Help me up<br />

now. Oh, Edith, run upstairs again<br />

and bring me ray feather boa, I know it<br />

will turn cold, there's a good child."<br />

" Oh, let me go !" said Sturgis, " Til<br />

do it in no time," und he bounded upstairs<br />

before either of them had time to<br />

answer him.<br />

41 Where is it? " he called.<br />

*' In the closet in mama's room on the<br />

shelf," rang up Edith's sweet voice.<br />

" Got it ? "<br />

"Yep," he answered running down<br />

stairs. " Now, come quick," he added,<br />

li or we will be too late to see the teams<br />

come on the field."<br />

u Which way are you going ? ): asked<br />

Edith at the foot of the steps."<br />

" It will be shorter to go this way."<br />

"But mama can't walk."<br />

u Well, she can't get on the cars for<br />

they are packed/* he said, " you've<br />

got to walk Mrs. Van Orman. Why,<br />

Holmes 1 field is only six or .seven blocks.<br />

You can do that easily."<br />

41 Oh, I knew something horrid would<br />

happen." complained Mrs. Van Orman.<br />

"I can't go. 11<br />

*' Yes, yes, you can," said Sturgis good<br />

hiimoredly and with a great deal of coaxing<br />

and urging they finally got her be?<br />

twecn them and persuaded her to come.<br />

<strong>The</strong>y made their way slowly down to<br />

Massachusetts avenue and up to Harvard<br />

Square, Mrs. Van Orman continually<br />

complaining, Gordon patiently reassuring<br />

and Edith burning, with vexation<br />

and impatience because her mother<br />

could not or would not hurry. Car after<br />

car passed them from Boston, loaded »o<br />

its utmost capacity. Everybody seemed<br />

to be going and Gordon was kept b'isy<br />

between reassuring Edith's mother and<br />

bowing to people on the cars.<br />

Ki Cheer up, Mrs. Van Orman, here we<br />

are at Harvard Square—look at Thurston's,<br />

Edith, isn't it decorated finely?—<br />

and Holmes' field just around the corner<br />

here. How do you do, Miss Rickoff?'':^<br />

"See, mama, everyone is getting off|<br />

the cars. Oh look, look Gordon, there ^<br />

goes the Harvard coach!"<br />

A cheer broke from the crowd in<br />

Square, as the coach containing the;<br />

team swept into the Square and dowp|jj<br />

the street again to Holmes' field, /<br />

" Why look," cried Edith pointing tj<br />

the coach, "there's Grafton Campbell T v<br />

I did not know he was on the team!" ^;<br />

" Oh, yes," said Gordon, " why, Heff;<br />

Campbell is the best man we've got,;;<br />

He's a team in himself, and he's the<br />

best half that Harvard ever had."<br />

"I don't like him," said Edith, "I<br />

don't think he's a gentleman, even if he<br />

is on the team." / /<br />

"Why, what's the matter with Heff<br />

Campbell? he's one of the finest chapsvsg<br />

that ever walked the Harvard yard. He,_<br />

used to be a jay, but foot bail has done<br />

him a world of good and has made<br />

one of the best men I ever met."<br />

" I don't believe foot ball ever did any- -^<br />

one any good," put in Mrs. Van Orman „•<br />

peevishly. " I wish I were home."<br />

''No, no you don't. Why, here we<br />

are now," Gordon said quickly, feeling<br />

conscious that he had been neglecting<br />

her, " I am sorry," he went ou to.Edith,-<br />

"you don't like Heff Campbell. You."<br />

must tell me why you don't by and by.<br />

Yes, I-IeiF is one of the best men I know,'<br />

but he used to be a regular tin-laorn<br />

sport." . :<br />

"That's just it," said the girl.<br />

" Edith," said Mis. Van Orman, det.er-.<br />

minedly, "if you don't get me out of this<br />

crowd, I shall faint."<br />

" O listen i " cried Edith, " hear themcheering.<br />

I wonder what they're doing.",<br />

"0 nothing much. <strong>The</strong> teams could<br />

not have come on the field yet." ;<br />

"Now where are our seats?" asked<br />

Edith impatiently as they emerged into<br />

the field surrounded on every side by.<br />

tier on tier of faces.<br />

" Over herein the Poire<br />

tion—section E, I think.<br />

Van Orman, you'll trip 01<br />

:<br />

With great difficulty<br />

reached their seats. • •<br />

"Well, here we are<br />

Edith exwltingly. "Do:<br />

now, dear mama?"<br />

" No," said Mrs. Van<br />

been rather jostled in the<br />

ce.a't say I do, arid I'll be<br />

over and I can go home.'<br />

"Oh, oh look there,<br />

Edith, «there's a bear!";<br />

"Yes," said Sturgis<br />

opera glasses, "that's thi<br />

cot. Don't you see he's i<br />

Why, it's Cranstor-that's<br />

across the field. See the<br />

him."<br />

"Oh look, there conn<br />

band. Just listen how the]<br />

do they sit?" :<br />

"Just opposite," said<br />

rah! here comes the teatni<br />

u<br />

Rah, rah, rah ! Rt<br />

Harvard!"<br />

<strong>The</strong> bleachers on opposi<br />

field allotted the two un]<br />

deuly turned, one side,<br />

the other orange and bl;<br />

pie waved their colors.<br />

11<br />

How well Harvard pn<br />

Gordon, " and see there's<br />

bell again. .Tell me, Edi<br />

you like him i "<br />

"Oh—one day I was<br />

Boylston street with him]<br />

upon a dog fight and he 1<<br />

there and pushed his way<br />

shouting: * Ten to one c<br />

He never called on me<br />

you!" '"...'<br />

"Oh, but that was i<br />

wasn't it?" said Sturgisj<br />

Edith to like Graftoa b<<br />

Grafton-were the warmi<br />

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With great difficulty they at last<br />

reached their seats.<br />

"Well, here we are at last," cried<br />

EL 1 -xultingly. "Don't you like it<br />

r ^r ,r mama? "<br />

" A, 'j," said Mrs. Van Orman, who had<br />

been rather jostled in the crowd, tf no, I<br />

can't say I do, and I'll be glad when it's<br />

over and I can go home."<br />

"Oh, oh look there, Gordon," said<br />

Edith, " there's a bear ! "<br />

"Yes," said Sturgis adjusting the<br />

opera glasses, "that's the Harvard mascot.<br />

Don't you see he's dressed in red ?<br />

Why, it's Cranston that's leading him<br />

across the field. See the crowd joshing<br />

him."<br />

" Oh look, there comes the Princeton<br />

band. Just listen how they yell ! Where<br />

do they sit ? "<br />

"Just opposite," said Sturgis, "Hurrah<br />

! here comes the teams."<br />

" Ra/tt rah, rah ! Rah, raht rah /<br />

Harvard!"<br />

<strong>The</strong> bleachers on opposite sides of the<br />

field allotted the two universities suddenly<br />

turned, one side, deep crimson,<br />

the other orange and black, as the people<br />

waved their colors.<br />

" How well Harvard practices ! " cried<br />

Gordon, " and see there's Grafton Campbell<br />

again. Tell me, Edith, why don't<br />

you like him ? "<br />

"Oh—one day I was walking down<br />

Boylston street with him and we came<br />

upon a dog fight and he left me standing<br />

there and pushed his way into the crowd<br />

shouting: ' Ten to one on the bull-pup. 1<br />

He never called on me again I can tell<br />

you!"<br />

" Oh, but that was some time ago,<br />

wasn't it? 1 ' said Sturgis. He wanted<br />

Edith to like Graf ton because he and<br />

Grafton were the warmest of friends,<br />

indeed Grafton was Gordon's chum.<br />

41 Yes," said Edith, "that was about a<br />

couple of years ago. <strong>The</strong>re goes the<br />

toss up, Gordon."<br />

"Yes," pursued Sturgis, "but you<br />

should see what foot ball has done for<br />

him."<br />

u What are they doing no\7 ? " queried<br />

Mrs. Van Orraan peevishly.<br />

" <strong>The</strong>y're lining up," said Sturgis.<br />

"<strong>The</strong>y're what?"<br />

"Lining up, yes and it's Harvard's<br />

ball, Edith."<br />

A deep silence settled over the huge<br />

mass of humanity as thousands of eyes<br />

watched the Harvard full back, glance<br />

along the line from left to right to see if<br />

all were ready; then he took a step forward,<br />

then a little rur and then one<br />

huge, tremendous swing of his right foot<br />

that sent the ball flying down the field<br />

for a fifty yard kick and the great Princeton<br />

and Harvard game had begun.<br />

<strong>The</strong> Princeton half caught the ball and<br />

slipped out of the Harvard end's arm and<br />

dashed down the field, running well with<br />

his interference. On, on he came, nothing<br />

seemed able to stop him. He reached<br />

the center, and Harvard's forty yard line,<br />

when suddenly he seemed to see his interference<br />

knocked left and right, and<br />

the next instant found himself on the<br />

ground in the strong arms of Grafton<br />

Campbell. <strong>The</strong> air seemed rent with<br />

cheers from the Harvard bleachers and<br />

crys of "Good boy Campbell" and<br />

1 What's the matter with Heff Campbell<br />

? " found their way as far down as<br />

Harvard Square.<br />

" Wasn't that a splendid tackle,<br />

Edith? " said Sturgis, hoarse from shouting<br />

already.<br />

<strong>The</strong> teams settled down to systematic<br />

hammering hi the very center of the<br />

field, Princeton kicked the ball on the<br />

third down and Fulton, Harvard's full,<br />

brought the ball to the center of the field<br />

by a clever run. Here Harvard pushed<br />

the ball down the field for thirty yards^


THE LOWELL<br />

but lostit on a fumble <strong>The</strong> men of the<br />

Orange and Black brought it again into<br />

Harvard's territory by a guard run of<br />

twenty-five yards and then they made<br />

their one great run of the day. <strong>The</strong><br />

half back fooled Harvard completely by<br />

a triple pass, and the next instant he<br />

was flying down the field with nobody in<br />

front of him but Harvard's full-back and<br />

nobody behind him but Campbell, fifteen<br />

yards behind. Would the Harvard fullbackdown<br />

him ? Could Campbell catch<br />

him? <strong>The</strong> mass of humanity on the<br />

bleachers held their breath while they<br />

waited for the answer. On came the<br />

Princeton half, zig-zaging down the<br />

field, the Harvard full-back imitating<br />

him in every motion and Campbell<br />

slowly but surely creeping up on him.<br />

Suddenly within four yards of the Harvard<br />

man the runner stopped short then<br />

darted round him and jumped right<br />

through his arms. A thousand cries<br />

leaped from a thousand throats. One of<br />

the questions had been answered. <strong>The</strong><br />

other alone remained to be solved.<br />

Campbell had thirty yards in which to<br />

catch his man, and he had five to make<br />

up He was certainly gaining on him,<br />

but would he gain on him enough to<br />

catch him before the Princeton half<br />

crossed the goal line ? <strong>The</strong> crowd<br />

silently rose to its feet, not a sound<br />

could be heard as the two men sped<br />

down the field. Campbell was but three<br />

yards behind him now. He bad gained<br />

two yards in running ten, in the other<br />

fifteen yards he ought to catch him.<br />

Bur could he keep to that rate? On<br />

they flew; the Princeton man could hear<br />

the short, quick, gasping breath of his<br />

pursuer close behind him. <strong>The</strong>y had<br />

reached the twenty-yard line and still<br />

Campbell had not stopped him, although<br />

the distance between them had been<br />

shortened by a yard and only two yards<br />

separated them. <strong>The</strong> strain of excitement<br />

was stretched to almost snapping<br />

point as the men crossed the ten-yan||<br />

line Campbell seemed to have be«<br />

waiting to reach this line, for when his^|<br />

foot touched the mark he gathered ,ail$|<br />

his strength together and with one gre<br />

leap he threw himself upon his man;!<br />

and he had downed him after a run of;.|<br />

forty yards on Harvard's ten yard line.. |<br />

<strong>The</strong> bleachers went mad. <strong>The</strong>y shout-Sf<br />

ed, they yelled, they screamed, they:^j|<br />

shook with noise. Campbell seemed to:<br />

hear them as though from a great distance<br />

and they appeared to him ; aS;;J<br />

through a mist. But as he gazed at the ^|<br />

thousands of people shouting his name, ||<br />

suddenly he saw a face among the tiers\-|<br />

of benches on the bleachers, a face tbat;|<br />

made his heart leap into his throat, She ;|<br />

was waving at him—yes, at him / He |<br />

smiled and bowed mechanically, but as y,<br />

he took his place again behind the line £j<br />

he muttered between his teeth, " If that<br />

pleased her, I'll do something better^<br />

than that yet." . : '<br />

Harvard settled down to prevent<br />

Princeton from scoring and a bitter fignt'"';§<br />

took place over the goal line, and th^.^<br />

battle was still raging when time was|;<br />

called, and the first half was over.v^<br />

Campbell, as he walked off the field,<br />

face undistinguishable under the mass ofr'3,<br />

mud and sweat, glanced up at the bleachers,<br />

when he passed her seat. Shcsmiled^ J<br />

delightfully at him and leaned over the<br />

rail saying:<br />

" Good boy, Mr. Campbell/ 7<br />

<strong>The</strong>y were only four words, but it<br />

made him one of the happiest of men. r ;<br />

" Why, what arc you doing, Edith ? M ;.<br />

asked Sturgis. __<br />

" I'm just saying a word of encourage^<br />

ment to Mr. Campbell," said she uncon- :<br />

sciously blushing.<br />

t( But I thought you didn't speak to<br />

him."<br />

"I didn't use to, but when I see a<br />

man play foot ball like that, I feel as<br />

though I must give him some encouragement."<br />

i<br />

" Yes," said Gordon raus<br />

ton Campbell is a trump ca<br />

11 Second half," called sol<br />

<strong>The</strong> men touk their pla<<br />

termined expression that<br />

for the next 30 minute bai<br />

Campbell also thought thin]<br />

pleases her," he murmure<<br />

her," and he threw away


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THE LOWELL<br />

" Yes," said Gordon musingly,'* Grafton<br />

Campbell is a trump card.*'<br />

11 Second half," called somebody.<br />

<strong>The</strong> men touk their places with a determined<br />

expression that promised well<br />

for the next 30 minute battle. Graftou<br />

Campbell also thought things. ll If that<br />

pleases her," he murmured, " I'll please<br />

her," and he threw away his lime and<br />

glanced once more towards her seat and<br />

then turned with a determination to distinguish<br />

himself.<br />

<strong>The</strong> Priuceton full punted the ball<br />

into Fulton's arms and he carried the<br />

ball to Harvard's forty-fiveyard line<br />

By a series of end runs the Crimson<br />

team forced the ball down to Princeton's<br />

thirty-yard line but lost it on another<br />

fumble. <strong>The</strong>y determined, however, to<br />

regain it and held the team down beautifully<br />

until they were forced to punt.<br />

<strong>The</strong>y tried a quarter back kick, but the<br />

Princeton end fumbled miserably and<br />

Fulton fell on the ball Time had to be<br />

taken out because a Harvard man was<br />

hurt. <strong>The</strong>n the ball was, however, again<br />

in Harvard's territory on the forty-yard<br />

line and upon the line up Fulton bucked<br />

the center and got through and was only<br />

brought down on Princeton's thirty-yard<br />

line by the full-back, but as he fell he<br />

dropped the ball and the Princeton end<br />

fell on it. Here the men of the Orange<br />

and Black seemed to wake up and by<br />

guard runs and triple passes, worked the<br />

ball up into Harvard's territory and<br />

slowly down the field toward the Crimson<br />

goal until they brought the ball to Harvard's<br />

twenty-yard line.<br />

"Hold 'em down, now boys," shouted<br />

Fulton, and Harvard did her best. Three<br />

times the umpire called " three downs,<br />

no gain." Campbell saw that now here<br />

was his time to star. Princeton must<br />

kick and he nerved himself to block it.<br />

He saw the Princeton full run back, he<br />

saw the ball snapped and then like a<br />

stone from a catapult he shot through<br />

guard and tackle, knocked over a Prince*<br />

ton half and caught the ball square itt<br />

the face For an instant he was dazed,<br />

and then darted past the Princeton full,<br />

caught up the ball and flew down the<br />

field for a touch-down.<br />

<strong>The</strong> bleachers went rnad again; they<br />

shouted, u What's the matter with Campbell?"<br />

until they were hoarse, but Grafton<br />

cared little for the praise, his eyes<br />

wandered down the field until they<br />

caught sight of a red parasol waving,<br />

in the air at him, and then he gave a<br />

sigh of happiness and turned and kicked<br />

the goal.<br />

<strong>The</strong> teams lined up again for ten minutes,<br />

which were truitless for either side,,<br />

and when time was called the ball only,<br />

lay on Princeton's twenty-yard line.<br />

<strong>The</strong> bleachers didn't wait till the<br />

teams were off the field, but poured<br />

over the ropes and in a minute Campbell<br />

found himself on the shoulders of the<br />

crowd, borne in triumph around the field<br />

in the midst of deafening cheers. <strong>The</strong><br />

Harvard band marched round playing<br />

u Fair Harvard," and it was not until an<br />

hour later that the Harvard team was<br />

permitted tc remove some of the grim<br />

from their faces.<br />

" Aie you going with me to the Harvard<br />

farce to-night," asked Gordon Sturgis.<br />

" Of course,' 1 Edith said, u you don't<br />

suppose I've forgotten."<br />

" Well, I'll corae for you early for the<br />

Museum will be packed. So be sure<br />

and be ready. I'll be round about halfpast<br />

seveik"<br />

"Oh, I'll be-ready," she answered,<br />

" but isn't Grafton Campbell fine? "<br />

" Splendid," he said lifting his hat.<br />

That night Edith Van Orman sat in a<br />

box, right opposite the team, and in tht<br />

very front row was Campbell, the hero ot*<br />

the hour. Perhaps at another time lie<br />

might have liked the lionizing, but now<br />

it was boresome to him. He wished,


THE LOWELL<br />

they would let him alone. He cared only<br />

'for her smiles. Yes, unmistakably he<br />

was head over heels in love with Edith<br />

Vm Orman. But then, he thought what<br />

could she care for a man who had treated<br />

iier so caddishly? He did not deserve<br />

one look from her.<br />

• He spent more of his time looking<br />

across at her box than at the play and<br />

he would only waken up to laugh mechanically<br />

with the rest. When the<br />

curtain went down for the second time,<br />

he glanced again at her box for about<br />

the five hundredth time that night. His<br />

heart gave a leap—yes, she was beckoning<br />

to him—to him—to come over to her<br />

box. In an instant he had pushed his way<br />

out into the passage way and was striding<br />

through the corridors to the opposite<br />

side of the house.<br />

" I wanted to see you, Mr. Campbell,"<br />

she said smiling, as she offered him her<br />

hand, as he entered, " because I felt myself<br />

bound to tell what a hero I think<br />

you are, and how much I admire you for<br />

your gallant conduct this afternoon."<br />

*' Don't Miss Van Orman, 51 he said with<br />

a pained expression on his face, " you<br />

•ought not to say these things, I hear<br />

them from everyone and they sound out<br />

•of harmony when you say them. Oh ! I<br />

"beg your pprdon, Mrs. Van Orman, how<br />

are you ? and you, Gordon ?" he added<br />

greeting Edith's companions<br />

" Don't misunderstand me, Miss Van<br />

Orman," he said as he saw her look surprised,<br />

"I only meant that had you said<br />

'you played well this afternoon, Mr.<br />

Campbell,' or 4 let me thank you for<br />

helping Harvard to win,' I should have<br />

appreciated it much more because I<br />

know you would sincerely mean them,<br />

but "<br />

U I know what you mean," she said<br />

interrupting him, "you think I don't<br />

mean that I consider you a hero when I<br />

say I do; that's not my fault you know,<br />

it's your own, and' you should blame<br />

yourself; I felt you would think that'offl<br />

me. so I asked you to come over i<br />

daily, so I could tell you that I do con- ;^<br />

sider you just simply a hero. Oh, there.|<br />

goes that horrid little bell and you<br />

go! I hope, Mr. Campbell, we will<br />

you soon at 216 Dana street?<br />

good by and don't think unpleasant;;!<br />

things about me M<br />

" By jove," he said when he was once^f<br />

outside her box,"she's asked me'tejcalL M 4<br />

11 A very nice fellow, that/', said Mrs<br />

Van Orman. -<br />

"He is indeed." said Edith. -<br />

"A finer fellow I never met," said<br />

Sturgis.<br />

What need is there to say Grafton<br />

Campbell called. He came once, twicej<br />

three times, four times, five times till be<br />

himself lost count, until he came once a<br />

week and sometimes twice, well in fact<br />

until he came to call her " Edith." '"<br />

One night they wept to the Hollis :<br />

street theatre. Grafton took both her;;<br />

and her mother. It was to see Hackett •<br />

in ll <strong>The</strong> Prisoner of Zenda " After the?<br />

play Grafcon proposed to go to the<br />

Parker House for supper, but Edith :<br />

objected and said:<br />

"No, no Graft, come back to Cambridge<br />

and I'll make a Welsh rarebit.,'<br />

Besides, mama can't be out so late and;<br />

another thing, the cars will be stopped.<br />

Come home with us?<br />

" How can a maa refuse you anything,<br />

Edith?"<br />

"Well, I don't see why he should,"<br />

she said gaily.<br />

<strong>The</strong>y took the Harvard Square car at<br />

Boylston street and an hour later found<br />

them at Edith's house.<br />

"I'm going up to bed, Edith," said<br />

Mrs. Van Orman wearily. "You and<br />

Grafton may have your rarebit all to<br />

yourself, I don't want any of it, I'll sit up<br />

though till you come up and remember<br />

and go early Grafton, because Edith was<br />

up very late last: night and is going to<br />

the cotillion with,,Gord<<br />

morrow and she 'musu&'t<br />

"All right, Mrs, Vati<br />

night. 1 '<br />

"I'll be up in half at<br />

called Edith. "Light t]<br />

dining room, Graft, we'll<br />

"Well, tell me how<br />

play. You haven't told<br />

. "Oh, I don't know,".<br />

stirring the cheese., "O|<br />

good play and Hackett<br />

but it seems to me it is a<br />

dramatic. In that prisoi<br />

it's a little over done.<br />

" Perhaps so," he answi<br />

cigarette. "You don't<br />

do you, Edith?"<br />

" Not in the least, I Hi<br />

do," she answered, as sh<<br />

incredulously. " But y<<br />

swered my question yet<br />

" I really won't ventuj<br />

he said smiling at her'^<br />

of his cigarette. "I bi<br />

Hope is writing a sequel'<br />

of Zenda in McClure's.<br />

ing it?"<br />

"Yes, but I didn't gej<br />

numbers. I missed th<<br />

your plate, Graft; oh<br />

wish the toast was hot!"<br />

u Don't you care," sai<<br />

plate. " I know it ,will<br />

anyhow. Just wait a fe<br />

see. No, but joking asii<br />

the best rarebit I ever at<<br />

" You say that to every<br />

she answered.<br />

<strong>The</strong>y ate their rarel<br />

while, the conversation<br />

on palmistry.<br />

"Yes," said Grafton j<br />

his plate and brushii<br />

crumbs from his lap, "<br />

girl, a Miss Kelly, whoj<br />

Cherio liimself, taught<br />

about it" ' :<br />

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the cotillion with Gordon Sturgis tomorrow<br />

and she mustn't get too tired."<br />

" All right, Mrs. Van Orman,—goodnight."<br />

11 1*11 be up in half an hour, mama,<br />

called Edith. "Light the gas in the<br />

dining room, Graft, we'll eat out there."<br />

11 Well, tell me how you liked the<br />

play. You haven't told me yet."<br />

"Oh, I don't know,' 1 she answered<br />

stirring the cheese. " Of course it's a<br />

good play and Hackett is a fine actor,<br />

but it seems to me it is a little too melodramatic.<br />

In that prison scene I think<br />

it's a little over done. Don't you?"<br />

" Perhaps so," he answered lighting a<br />

cigarette. l * You don't mind if I smoke,<br />

do you, Edith?"<br />

" Not in the least, I like it. Truly I<br />

do," she answered, as she saw him smile<br />

incredulously. "But you haven't answered<br />

my question yet? "<br />

14 1 really won't venture an opinion,"<br />

he said smiling at her through the smoke<br />

of his cigarette. l * I believe Anthony<br />

Hope is writing a sequel to the Prisoner<br />

ofZenda in McClure's. Are you reading<br />

it?"<br />

"Yes, but I didn't get the first two<br />

numbers. I missed them. Now pass<br />

your plate, Graft; oh dear, how I do<br />

wish the toast was hot! "<br />

"Don't you care," said he taking his<br />

plate, '"I know it will be out of sight<br />

anyhow. Just wait a few minutes and<br />

see. No, but joking aside, you do make<br />

the best rarebit I ever ate, Edith."<br />

*' You say that to every girl you know,"<br />

she answered.<br />

<strong>The</strong>y ate their rarebit, talking the<br />

while, the conversation finally turning<br />

on palmistry.<br />

44 Yes, 1 ' said Grafton, pushing aside<br />

his plate and brushing the cracker<br />

crumbs from his lap, "a very charming<br />

girl, a Miss Kelly, who was a pupil of<br />

Cherio himself, taught me something<br />

about it."<br />

THE LOWELL<br />

U O tell my fortune, then," said the<br />

girl stretching out her palm across tljje.<br />

table to him. :'<br />

He took it tenderly, holding it gently<br />

in his. All his love seemed to rise up in<br />

him, as he gazed at her, and held her<br />

hand. For a moment he did not speak.<br />

Could she love a worthless fellow like<br />

himself. He didn't see how she possibiy<br />

could, and yet—and yet she<br />

might. A great, wild hope filled his<br />

heart. He must know, he could not go<br />

any longer loving her this way in silence.<br />

Whether she loved or hated hitn; he<br />

must know to-night. Yes, to-night.<br />

"Well are you going to tell me my<br />

fortune or not? You sit there as though<br />

you were possessed."<br />

41 1 am, Edith," be- answered tenderly.<br />

His whole soul was thrown into his<br />

voice. Surely she could read its meaning;<br />

<strong>The</strong> girl blushed a little and then she<br />

said :<br />

14 Are you going to hold my hand for-<br />

ever?"<br />

14 If you will let me," he said gently.<br />

" Will you, Edith?"<br />

Her eyes sought the floor, her face<br />

turned scarlet, she was trembling in<br />

every limb, he felt it in the hand he<br />

held.<br />

14 Will you, Edith ? " he repeated.<br />

She turned her head up sideways at<br />

him looking ut him from the corners ot<br />

her eyes.<br />

" You'll have to ask Mama that," she.<br />

said smiling at him through her tears.<br />

Later when Edith called Mrs. Van<br />

Orman down, he i% asked mama that,"<br />

and mama was pleased. And so they<br />

sat, Grafton holding Edith's band on<br />

one side of the table, and Mrs. Van<br />

Orman on the other, and when they bad<br />

sat so for a long time and Mrs. Van<br />

Orman had, talked very much she finally,<br />

said;<br />

44 Well, Grafton I have., no objections,<br />

but now I waut you to tell me, now that


IO THE LOWELL<br />

you are to be my son-in-law so soon, tell<br />

me what did foot ball ever do for you, or<br />

.what good did it do you?"<br />

"Well," said Grafton, *'I think it<br />

saved me from being a cad, and it did<br />

me a lot of good when it gave me<br />

Edith."<br />

" Yes," said Edith, " and me a lot of<br />

good when it gave me Graft."<br />

"Ah," said Mrs. Van Oman "but<br />

yours was an exceptional case. 1 '<br />

" Poor Gordon Sturgis," said Grafton,<br />

"what will he do about this ? What will<br />

he think of me. ? He thinks me a cad<br />

now, I'm afraid. 1 *<br />

(l No!ie doesn't," said Edith. "He<br />

told me what he thought of you."<br />

"What?" asked Grafton.<br />

11 A regular trump-card ! " said she.<br />

CEAS. G. NORRIS.<br />

A Day With Nature.<br />

It was Sunday morning when we<br />

started early from a little village and<br />

climbed a neighboring hill to view the<br />

surrounding landscape. It was one of<br />

those rare, calm days, found only in certain<br />

months of the summer time, when<br />

the songs of the birds may be heard<br />

floating idly past us upon the refreshing<br />

breeze, and the waters of the brooklet as<br />

they go rippling down the lonely hillside<br />

over the pebbles to join the streams<br />

below, and perhaps to refresh some<br />

weary traveler, who stops on his toilsome<br />

way for a cooling draught.<br />

On the top of the hill we rested, watching<br />

the wonders of mother nature. Before<br />

us lay a wide and beautiful stretch of<br />

country covered with rich fields of grain.<br />

Far in the distance shone the broad<br />

waters of San Francisco Bay glistening<br />

under the rays of the morning sun, and<br />

just beyond could be faintly seen the<br />

city itself covering the hills. '<br />

We commanded a good view of the<br />

surrounding country. Eighteen miles<br />

before us couldtbe seen the towns of Oak^<br />

land, Alameda and Berkeley, as they lay;;<br />

upon the shore of the shining waters ot<br />

the Bay.<br />

Midway between Oakland and us<br />

stood a grove of tall trees, like sentinels,<br />

guarding that quiet valley: one would<br />

think they had been planted by man so<br />

stately and unbending did they stand in<br />

the form of a perfect square, but no<br />

mortal hand had placed them there.<br />

Around us rolled the hills, those mighty<br />

guards in all their grandeur; over them<br />

lay the soft coverlet of flowers whose<br />

colors nature had so carefully blended<br />

into harmony. One might climb hill<br />

after hill to see what lay beyond, and he<br />

would reach the top but to see another<br />

impede his view.<br />

High up among the rocks a spring<br />

gushes forth and brimming over sends<br />

its sparkling waters on a winding journey<br />

down the hillside, under the bushes and<br />

trees, watering the roots as they go.<br />

As it j oins a stream tranquilly<br />

flowing at the foot of the hillside<br />

it is for a moment hidden from our<br />

view, and passes into the shadow of the<br />

trees and rocks.<br />

Suddenly upon the road a few miles<br />

before us was seen a wagon tearing at a<br />

terrific speed across the country, raising<br />

clouds of dust and dispelling from our<br />

minds that feeling of peacefulness and<br />

repcae which the nature of the place had<br />

suggested. As this gradually passed<br />

from our sight, we heard the bells of the<br />

village church in the distance pealing<br />

forth, welcoming all the country folk to<br />

the house of prayer.<br />

All day long we stayed upon the hilltop<br />

watching the beautiful scenery. It<br />

gradually grew toward night, when<br />

clear and startling over the evening<br />

breeze was wafted the pealing notes of<br />

the village bells, proclaiming to all that<br />

it was the hour of sunset.<br />

As we watched the sky, the whole<br />

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south reflecting thebrill<br />

setting stistt. <strong>The</strong> cloui<br />

position; those of a dee]<br />

to form a frame,<br />

picture, the clouds of.wj<br />

tered about. Suddenly<br />

a brilliant golden, coioi<br />

above-tite deep blue<br />

formed the outline ofstrip<br />

of the blue sky beii<br />

<strong>The</strong> white clouds shift<br />

and one might easily ii<br />

of the cross three brokei<br />

could not remain in thij<br />

and soon were • scattered<br />

blue heavens.<br />

That Fish Dli<br />

<strong>The</strong> day dawned brigj<br />

this particular 'June mi<br />

were extremely hapbi<br />

planned a fishing excursi]<br />

We had been waiting so:<br />

weather and,of course,lo'<br />

piaess is enjoyed the mor<<br />

We got our poles read<br />

our hocks and .we, I not<br />

dug for bait. <strong>The</strong>n tiler<br />

bate whether we should ti<br />

ket to carry our fisjb or<br />

string them on it . Alth<<br />

take a potato sack,;we fn<br />

favor of the twig for;we<br />

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south electing the brilliant rays of the<br />

setting sun. <strong>The</strong> clouds shifted their<br />

position ; those of a deeper color seeming<br />

to form p. frame, -^hue within, like a<br />

picture, the clouds o* white were scattered<br />

about. Suddenly we saw those of<br />

a briiiiaut golden color separate, and<br />

above the deep blue of the sky, they<br />

formed 'the outline of a perfect cross, a<br />

strip of the bin* sky being the crucifix.<br />

<strong>The</strong> white clouds shifted here and there<br />

and one might easily imagine ",tthe base<br />

of the cross three broken steps. <strong>The</strong>se<br />

could not remain in this position long<br />

and soon were scattered over the deep<br />

blue heavens.<br />

E. M. D. 'oo.<br />

That Fish Dinner.<br />

<strong>The</strong> day dawned bright and clear on<br />

this particular 'June morning/ and we<br />

w >fir e extremely happy, for we ."ad<br />

iined a nshing excursion for that day.<br />

We had been waiting some time for fine<br />

weather and,of course,loug deferred happiness<br />

is enjoyed the more when it comes.<br />

We got our poles ready and hunted up<br />

our hooks and we, I not being included,<br />

dug for bait. <strong>The</strong>n there was a long debate<br />

whether we should take a large basket<br />

to carry our fish or cut a twig and<br />

string them on it. Although advised to<br />

take a potato sack, vie finally decided ia<br />

fa^or of the tv;ig for we wished to show<br />

our catch.<br />

After deciding such important questions<br />

as these we started. We walkv'u a<br />

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long distance to a mountain stream where •<br />

trout were said to be very plentiful.<br />

When a comfortable place to sit dowowas<br />

reached, we sat down—and waited.<br />

<strong>The</strong> first thing to be done was to bait our<br />

hooks. Now I am usually very brave,,,<br />

but I quite willingly resigned this pleas?<br />

ant task to my brother. <strong>The</strong>n the funj<br />

began. We were very patient fishermen*<br />

and were not heard to titter anything<br />

very bad. When I felt a tug at my line*<br />

wasm't I proud. I made great haste to<br />

put out—a small twig riiick my hook had<br />

caught. <strong>The</strong> fish was still " a'COxnin'J*<br />

But I did net have to wait very long for<br />

the real thing—my patience was at last<br />

rewarded. I jerked out my line and discovered<br />

a lovely, big trout abou.t threeinches<br />

long. 1 tell you what, I was.<br />

getting along swimmingly. Immediate!}'<br />

my mouth began to water, and I was<br />

planning how I should have it cooked for<br />

dinner; for fried trout is delicious, so<br />

they say.<br />

When I had my splendid catch my<br />

friends beg^u to grow impatient and, of<br />

course,they were envious. Who wouldn't<br />

be? But when, after two or three hours<br />

more of waiting, no funher catches we;e<br />

made, we gave it up as a bad jo^ and<br />

went home with a fisherman's luck.<br />

Of course my fish was the wonder of<br />

every one we saw in the village and, it is<br />

needless to say, a splendid fish dinner<br />

was prepared that da} r for—the cat.<br />

•Siscf! that time, strange to relate, I.<br />

ha ire always declared that fishing is not<br />

v/hat it is cracked up to be.<br />

E. F. MOWBKAY, '99.


THE LOWELL<br />

<strong>The</strong> Doctor's Story.<br />

We were seated about the great open<br />

•• fire-place at the club-rooms one evening,<br />

seeking warmth from the roaring fire, as<br />

it lit up with its ruddy glow every dark<br />

• corner of the room. Without, .stormy<br />

winter was enjoying one of his frolics.<br />

* chasing everything before him like<br />

the veritable tyrant he is. We could<br />

hear the whistling of the wind down the<br />

big chimney and the steady down-pour<br />

•of rain as it fell inbigdrops.pitter-patter,<br />

against the rattling window-panes. As<br />

an occasional traveler dashed past,<br />

muffled from head to foot ir* a dripping<br />

mackintosh, and, with head bent low,<br />

struggled wearily against the gusty<br />

wind, we huddled closer and closer to the<br />

fire, rejoicing in its warm glow.<br />

'Tis strange,—is it not?—the effect a<br />

big fire has upou a company of folks<br />

gathered about it, especially if the night<br />

be wintry. Almost invariably one is led<br />

to relate some interesting or exciting anecdote,<br />

most often G\»e's own experience)<br />

—the little band of listeners and narrators<br />

seeming all the whMe united by<br />

some strange influence,all hearts beating<br />

as one.<br />

That night, partly for - ourtesy's sake<br />

and chiefly because we knew a good tale<br />

would be forthcoming, Bob MacFarland's<br />

brother, a doctor, was called upon<br />

for a story. <strong>The</strong> doctor was the attending<br />

physician at the Sheldon Hospital,<br />

and was spending his brief vacation with<br />

his brother, a member of our club.<br />

"A talc?" be said, "well boys, I<br />

might tell you many a one which has to<br />

do with my work in the hospital, for I<br />

come across, many interesting cases there,<br />

but just at this moment there comes to<br />

my mind the story of poor John Harndon<br />

—perhaps you e heard of him. I think<br />

he lived here before he went abroad."<br />

" He came to us from the Insane Asylum,<br />

having been driven mad, whsnouly<br />

a young man, by the intense excitement<br />

of a successful musical career. Having<br />

reached the very top of the ladder at his<br />

first appearance in public, while the immense<br />

auditorium was ringing with enthusiastic<br />

applause for the handsome<br />

violinist, he had stepped from the stage,<br />

utterly bereft cf his reascn. His favoiite<br />

selection was Schumann's "Ntchtstiick"<br />

and it was that sorrowful melody which<br />

he had played on that fatal night, the beginning<br />

of a forty years' living death."<br />

u At last, old and feeble with the burden,<br />

of three score years and ten upon<br />

him, he was carried from the Asylum<br />

carriage, hugging his Stradivarius, and,<br />

as I could plainly see, hovering on the<br />

very threshold of death. What a wave<br />

of pity passed over me when I first beheld<br />

him, with the sunlight shining on his<br />

snow-white locks and brightening up a<br />

face so refined, with its clear-cut features,<br />

although wrinkled with age."<br />

*'I took a special interest in my new<br />

patient, and, when the toil of the day was<br />

over would sit beside him, conjuring up<br />

the image of a handsome young man<br />

swaying a mighty audience by the movements<br />

of the bow.' J<br />

''Oftentimes the old man would grasp<br />

his violin with fond caress and attempt<br />

to play a few notes of some almost forgotten<br />

song; but the instrument would<br />

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were only the signs of approaching death<br />

and that the little old man stretched out<br />

before me would soon be no more.'*<br />

" Suddenly as we gazed, the sick man<br />

stirred and then starting up with a new<br />

light in his eye slid to me, • Doctor,will<br />

you come with me to night to the Casino?<br />

I want you to hear me play.—you. who<br />

havt been so kind to me. But I see an<br />

odd look in your eyes. Surely you don't<br />

think I am going to die before I keep<br />

my promise! Oh, no! I shall play on<br />

my Stradiv.- rius once more for Alice, the<br />

girl I have loved so well. She will be<br />

there, and dear mother will have a box<br />

to heur her own John play the tune she-,<br />

too, so loved, the " Nachtstiick," Schumana's<br />

beautiful u Nachtstiick.' 1 And<br />

my manager, Johnson, said tbe house<br />

would be packed for me; but don't let<br />

me keep you longer and I need<br />

rest too don't forget.'''<br />

lt He sank back in slumber, muttering<br />

some message even in his sleep. <strong>The</strong><br />

nurse bent over the sleeper to hide the<br />

tears which fell on his marble white<br />

hands as they lay folded on the coverlet,<br />

and I—well, I had a very important case<br />

just at that moment, in the next room.' 1<br />

''That night I took my customary seat<br />

beside my patient, who was now tossing<br />

restlessly in a high fever, resisting the<br />

nuise's efforts tc soothe him for the<br />

night's rest. <strong>The</strong> clock was just striking<br />

ten and I was about to go down stairs<br />

when all at once the sleeper sat up and<br />

seized the violin and bow which always<br />

lay beside him. Oh, I see him even now<br />

staring past us with those eager eyes<br />

and even now 1 hear those wild words<br />

flowing irom his lips in an outburst of<br />

terrific intensity.'*<br />

Ul Ab, the time has come indeed.<br />

H.'.rk! I hear Martin playing the last<br />

chords of Chopin's l Nocturne* and now,<br />

l : sten,—his well-earned applause. <strong>The</strong>re,<br />

let me go, go to make myself famous/<br />

' Ah—the sea of nodding faces, the<br />

buzzing of many voices and the rustling<br />

of silken skirts. Look ! over there, ?ny<br />

mother is sitting,smiHng to me and with<br />

her, dear Alice <strong>The</strong>re she is nodding<br />

and in her hand is a bunch of red roses,<br />

a token of love.'<br />

4 And I'm sure I see, in the box to the<br />

left, the Princess Victoria, radiant with<br />

all .those glistening jewels, on her fingers,<br />

on her neck, and in her hair !'<br />

'But listen! that is for me.the prelude to<br />

the ''Nacbtstiick." Yep,now I am ready. 1 "<br />

" <strong>The</strong> old man placed the violin beneath<br />

his chin and with steady arm- and<br />

fingers that had lost their quiver, slowly<br />

drew the bow across the strings. And 1<br />

then! Ah, how is it possible for mortal<br />

tongue to desc; >ethe music of tke soul<br />

—the language of the angels Those<br />

sad strains rose and fell in pitiful sobs,,<br />

rose in rebellion against fate and sank in*<br />

contrition and submission. <strong>The</strong> melancholy<br />

wails seemed almost human in^<br />

their sadness and sorrow. 'Twas the<br />

cry of a despairing soul in dire trouble<br />

seeking help, yet painfully aware of the<br />

uselessness of the appeal. It neeuied asif<br />

the man's very heart-strings were<br />

being played upon and the music pouring<br />

forth was the story of his life. In.<br />

those tender notes of the song I heard<br />

longing of the soul, regret, pity and at<br />

last,life—long and melancholy. Finally<br />

the sad strains gradually died away as If<br />

loth to go, but the echo of them will<br />

ever resound in my heart."<br />

41 And then, with the sweet music still<br />

in our ears, we laid the weary player<br />

on the pillows, the loved instrument by<br />

his side. I bent over the silent forn and<br />

put my hand to his heart;—the beatings<br />

had ceased forever—the old man was<br />

gone. <strong>The</strong> aged violinist had kept his<br />

engagement, had played once again the<br />

u Nachtstiick," and the last ?ad strains<br />

had borne away the weary soul of John<br />

Harndon."<br />

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<strong>The</strong> fi^e had gone out and outside in<br />

the cold, the wind was gently blowing.<br />

Through the dark shadows each one,<br />

with silent lips, but full heart, wended<br />

his way homeward. We were all deeply<br />

moved, and one of us at least will always<br />

remember the Doctor's story.<br />

GERTRUDE HOLMES.<br />

THE LOWELL<br />

A Day With Central.<br />

"Number? "<br />

How often that word is heard, spoken<br />

into the black-framed disc of the tele-<br />

•phone ! From a thousand different points,<br />

•Tittered by a thousand different persons,<br />

at the same moment and almost at every<br />

moment of the day the answer goes back.<br />

'It seems curious that people should hail<br />

that round hole in a square box in such<br />

a cordial, off-hand way.<br />

Who is this person who answers our<br />

•call and whom we speak of as Central?<br />

To most of us Central is a very vague<br />

-sort of being who serves as a connection<br />

'between us and our friends, and who<br />

after finding the number wanted leaves<br />

'the scene. After this we cease to think<br />

about Central and begin to talk with<br />

--s'jtne friend at the other '*i;d of the wire.<br />

To see Central one must go to the Telephone<br />

Exchange, for that, is the abiding<br />

place of that important functionary.<br />

<strong>The</strong> telephone in each house or office<br />

is connected with tbe apparatus at the<br />

Exchange by two wires and these wires<br />

are all brought together so that the operators<br />

at the Exchange have them within<br />

eaf>y reach.<br />

In this city there are several stations,<br />

each being tbe center of a district, with<br />

hundreds of subscribers. Each subscriber<br />

is represented by a small, metal flap<br />

bearing a number on what is called the<br />

44 switch board."<br />

Let us pay a visit to one of these<br />

stations. Armed with a letter of introduction<br />

to the superintendent we enter<br />

the office lighted with plenty of windows.<br />

Ranged around the sides of the room<br />

there are fifteen or twenty young women<br />

sitting at a continuous desk like students. ^<br />

<strong>The</strong>y face a tall screen attached to the<br />

desk and rising to within a few feet of<br />

the ceiling. Each one also has a pad by ~<br />

her side and occasionally she writes<br />

something upon it.<br />

<strong>The</strong> screen-like structure is entirely<br />

covered by a metal casing perforated with<br />

small round openings and by an array of<br />

metal flaps—annunciators—each bearing<br />

a number, some of which drop downward,<br />

on hinges, every few seconds.<br />

When one of these flaps falls, a young<br />

woman pulls down from the top of the<br />

screen a braided cord with tv?o pegs<br />

hanging to it. One of these pegs or<br />

plugs she puts in the hole wbich is numbered<br />

to correspond with the flap, and<br />

inserts the other plug in another hole<br />

on the screen so that the two are connected<br />

by the cord.<br />

You see this work going on every instant.<br />

You also see the young women<br />

pulling out the plugs and letting them<br />

slide upward with the cord, which runs<br />

on a pulley, and at once resumes its former<br />

place Meanwhile the young women<br />

are saying, ''Number ! Pine 841? Nickel<br />

please. I did not hear the nickel drop,"<br />

and so the murmur continues.<br />

In this room there is a superintendent<br />

sitting at a separate desk, and who also<br />

jots down notes, now and then, and<br />

walks around to the different operators<br />

and speaks to them. <strong>The</strong> operators all<br />

wear a peculiar head-dress, composed of<br />

two fiat but slightly curving bands of<br />

steel, one of which fits part way around<br />

the back of the head, while the other<br />

curves upward to the top of the head.<br />

<strong>The</strong>se bands hold a telephone transmitter<br />

close to the left ear. <strong>The</strong> transmitter,<br />

fixed to the ear, is connected with the<br />

wires, so that the operator may hear<br />

everything that a subscribe! has to say<br />

yet keep both her hands free for writing<br />

or for adjusting the peg<br />

board.<br />

Directly in front of ea<br />

her lips there is a tele<br />

swung by a cord so that<br />

all surrounding objects.<br />

When you take the ti<br />

the hook tbe only soun<br />

station is that caused by<br />

the metal flap which beai<br />

<strong>The</strong>n the operator speak:<br />

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your reply through the tr<br />

ear. Finding the numbe<br />

she connects it to your<br />

cord and leaves you to U<br />

transmitter is hung tip si<br />

of this by the flap and t<br />

the two wires.<br />

<strong>The</strong> business at the <<br />

in peculiar waves, as it<br />

regularity. For half an<br />

may be rather quiet. T<br />

seenip as if half the' sul<br />

list were seized with<br />

<strong>The</strong> metal flaps click 1:1<br />

<strong>The</strong>. connecting cords an<br />

fly at double quick, and<br />

broken chatter of opera<br />

lowed, after awhile, by ai<br />

tive lull.<br />

It is said not to be a M<br />

employment for the op<br />

are on duty about ten h<br />

they have the advantage<br />

while at work and each<br />

rest of two hours by a sy<br />

reliefs.<br />

This particular exchai<br />

number of night calls as<br />

dence district.<br />

<strong>The</strong> operators receive<br />

training, and when a beg<br />

cake her place immediat<br />

and board and learn fn<br />

<strong>The</strong>- wages range from<br />

thirty dollars a month<br />

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or for adjusting the pegs in the switchboard.<br />

Directly in front of each one and near<br />

her lips there is a telephone receiver<br />

swung by a cord so that it hangs clear of<br />

all surrounding objects.<br />

When you take the transmitter from<br />

the hook the only sound made in the<br />

station is that caused by the dropping of<br />

the metal flap which bears your number.<br />

<strong>The</strong>n the operator speaks into the hanging<br />

receiver in front of her and receives<br />

your reply through the transmitter at her<br />

ear. Finding the number that you want<br />

she connects it to your number by the<br />

cord and leaves you to talk. When the<br />

transmitter is hung up she is made aware<br />

of this by the flap and then disconnects<br />

the two wires.<br />

<strong>The</strong> business at the exchange comes<br />

in peculiar waves, as it were, without<br />

regularity. For half an hour everything<br />

may be rather quiet. <strong>The</strong>n suddenly it<br />

seems as if half the subscribers on the<br />

list were seized with a desire to talk.<br />

<strong>The</strong> metal flaps click in all directions.<br />

<strong>The</strong>. connecting cords and plugs have to<br />

fly at double quick, and there is an unbroken<br />

chatter of operators' voices, followed,<br />

after awhile, by another comparative<br />

lull.<br />

It is said not to be a very exhausting<br />

employment for the operators. <strong>The</strong>y<br />

are on duty about ten hours a day, but<br />

they have the advanUge of sitting down<br />

while at work and each one has a long<br />

rest of two hours by a system of regular<br />

reliefs.<br />

This particular exchange has a large<br />

number of night calls as it is in the residence<br />

district.<br />

<strong>The</strong> operators receive no preliminary<br />

training, and when a beginner, she must<br />

take her place immediately at the desk<br />

and board and learn from the others.<br />

<strong>The</strong> wages range from twenty-two to<br />

thirty dollars a month and women are<br />

almost entirely the operators.<br />

I have said the superintendent had a<br />

separate desk. This is called a " monitor<br />

desk,' 1 and here the superintendent<br />

sits, a great part of the time, with the<br />

same contrivance the operators wear attached<br />

to her head. By means of keys<br />

or levers ou the desk she is able to throw<br />

herself into the circuit of any one of the<br />

operators, at any instant, so that, without<br />

their knowing it, she can hear everything<br />

that is said all over the wires.<br />

This arrangement enables her to dttect<br />

any irritability or rudeness on their part<br />

towards subscribers, or any violent language<br />

that an angry subscriber may address<br />

to them. It also makes it impossible<br />

for them to waste time in gossiping<br />

with people at the other end of the<br />

line, as they were formerly inclined to<br />

do.<br />

A great growth, this, from the time of<br />

the first telephone exchange, when one<br />

boy was the sole operator, and could not<br />

be discharged for any reason whatever;<br />

because no one could be found to fill his<br />

place. R. L. BEALS, W<br />

A Spanish-American Sketch,<br />


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"If Father Junipero had returned I<br />

never should have ieft San Diego. He<br />

never scolded because he loved the hills,<br />

Carlos." ]o«41aidhis hand affectionately<br />

on his friend's shoulder; " when we find<br />

our valley we'll bring Father Junipero.<br />

<strong>The</strong>n, in our own valley we'll work on a<br />

mission as much as he wishes; but if we<br />

stay here much longer we'll smother."<br />

<strong>The</strong> two friends had seated themselves<br />

on one of the numerous rocks which lay<br />

scattered over the mountain. It was late<br />

in the afternoon and although the magnificent<br />

shadows were already beginning<br />

to appear on the opposite side of the<br />

canon, the travelers seemed uncomfortably<br />

warm.<br />

Arising they proceeded for some time in<br />

silence. <strong>The</strong> shadows deepened and the<br />

cool appearance of the mountains began<br />

to revive the men's spirits.<br />

Suddenly,'\Jose," said Carlos excitedly<br />

THE LOWELL<br />

"see that form on the top of the moun<br />

tain, just over that pine? Ah ! it is<br />

gone! I could have sworn I saw a<br />

woman there."<br />

11<br />

Perhaps it was Santa Lucia'' replied<br />

Jose" laughing. U I should not wonder if<br />

she were guiding us at 1 ast to our home. 1<br />

Carlos seemed hurt but did not answer<br />

<strong>The</strong> two Spaniards toiled wearily on<br />

ward.<br />

<strong>The</strong> shadows opposite spread until the<br />

entire range seemed one '* romantic<br />

shade" and if Santa Lucia had risen from<br />

among the dark pines it would hardly<br />

have seemed unnatural.<br />

Soon they neared the summit. Both<br />

men, though very tired, hurried toward<br />

the top. <strong>The</strong> sun was just setting, and<br />

on the horizon the beautiful lights<br />

glowed in many colors. Jose reached<br />

the top first. He seemed overwhelmed<br />

and stood gazing on the scene belcw.<br />

Carlos, after waiting in vain to hear the<br />

result of their toil, came rapidly up to the<br />

summit,<br />

11<br />

See," burst out Jose, " Three points !<br />

<strong>The</strong> mitre ! <strong>The</strong> other peak also ! Satf •<br />

Luis ! San Luis Obispo! San Luis<br />

Obispo de Tolosa ! See how he guards "<br />

our valley ! Our toil is over. He guards -i<br />

our valley." •;<br />

ik Yes.yes" said Carlos, "but the ocean I ,,<br />

<strong>The</strong> bay ! San Luis watches the bay !<br />

<strong>The</strong> Bay of San Luis !"<br />

All else was forgotten by the Spaniards.<br />

San Luis with his mitre by his %<br />

side, rose conspicuously out of the valley '^<br />

and gazed in all directions,<br />

Long did they look over what they<br />

hoped would prove a happy and peaceful<br />

home. A deer leapt from behind a<br />

pine and bounded away. A covey of<br />

quail flew down the mountain.<br />

Finally they made for the foot- Slowly,<br />

and without a word did they descend,<br />

until at last they came to a small sheet<br />

of water, far down the mountain.<br />

"What shall we do? 11 Jose asked<br />

quietly.<br />

'•I saw a thin line of smoke just after<br />

we started to descend. I suppose there<br />

must be Indians about. Let us stay<br />

here to-night and to-morrow we shall go<br />

and tell them that Father Junipero Serra<br />

is coming," answered Carlos,<br />

It did not take long to prepare tor the<br />

night. Some brush piled up against a<br />

tree was all that the hardy Spaniards<br />

considered necessary as a shelter.' A fire<br />

was soon started and before long the<br />

rich gravy of several fine quail was<br />

dropping into the fire and sputtering<br />

merrily.<br />

" Not a poor beginning, eh Carlos?"<br />

said Jose. M Santa Lucia takes good<br />

care of her range at any rate, and if<br />

San Luis tends his wide domain as well,<br />

our pantry will never be empty."<br />

<strong>The</strong> two friends talked long of their<br />

wonderful valley and already saw at the<br />

foot of San Luis a grand old mansion,<br />

with its red tiled roof and its beautiful<br />

groves of olive trees, with stately palms<br />

rising among them ; back ironi the chapel<br />

the pigeon cot and tLe bil<br />

a state of delightful act]<br />

the Padre gazing on the<br />

away look. Old, yet noi<br />

youth. How it recalled<br />

behind the grand old<br />

dora. With what tropes<br />

many, many years before.]<br />

could he ever quite reali;<br />

Little did they drean<br />

few years this scene of<br />

would be changed into ti<br />

of to day. That the di<br />

would give way to the<br />

ican—the elusive "mam<br />

tiliau becoming the stei<br />

Yankee, the Spaniard<br />

his romance with him.<br />

BARRY<br />

ON BOARD PEKING :<br />

"Aloha to the Boys in<br />

H. I."<br />

. It was on the xst day<br />

days on water, that we<br />

welcome sight of land,.<br />

Away to the southeast, a-|<br />

a slight dark haze was<br />

we approached it nearer<br />

land. Thus rising put<br />

the Island of Molokai,<br />

settlement of the *worL<br />

?bode of the uniortunai<br />

dren, who are affected<br />

disease, that living death]<br />

surely, are Dante's woi<br />

scribed over his entrance<br />

applicable, and indeed n<br />

cance, "All ye who- entei<br />

behind. 11 Yes indeed,<br />

grander than that whi<<br />

priest and Sisters of C)<br />

ingly enter there, to<br />

wants of these-outcasts<br />

Sailing en, over the p3<br />

the broad Pacific, we so)


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nfci<br />

THE LOWELL<br />

screeching of whistles and the hurrahs of<br />

the people, our good ship stops its' machinery<br />

and anchors along side the wharf<br />

at 7 :15 P. M. Near by lay the U. S. S.<br />

Charleston and Benningtou. Near by<br />

anchor also the S. S. City of Sydney and<br />

S. S. Australia. So then the first stage<br />

of our journey is ended. Now, since we<br />

are anchored, let us gaze on our surroundings.<br />

Here we are on the Island of<br />

Oahu, the third largest in size of that<br />

group known as the Hawaiian Islands.<br />

This island lies about 20 0 north latitude<br />

and 156 0 west of Greenwich, and due to<br />

its .position has a most agreeable and<br />

equable climate, making it virtually the<br />

" Paradise of the Pacific." Honolului<br />

the capital and commercial center, has<br />

about 29,000 people. This population is<br />

by no means homogeneous but is made up<br />

of Americans,Hawaiians,Japanese,Portuguese<br />

and a small percentage of other<br />

people. <strong>The</strong> city is located on the inner<br />

part of a huge curve bounding the har<br />

bor, commencing at Diamond Head and<br />

ending at a large plantation. <strong>The</strong> distance<br />

between points is about 7 miles.<br />

<strong>The</strong> water in the harbor is very clear,<br />

and many natives dove very read.ly after<br />

the money which was thrown overboard<br />

from our ship, showing a remarkable<br />

skill in diving and swimming. <strong>The</strong> city<br />

proper is bu. on a low plain descending<br />

from Punchbowl Mountain, an extinct<br />

volcano soniL 500 feet in height directly<br />

in rear of the town. Behind this is<br />

Tautalus, a mountain, some 2000 feet<br />

high, making a beautiful background for<br />

the city.<br />

To be Continued.<br />

<strong>The</strong> first issue of the<br />

school year is a credit to<br />

editors. <strong>The</strong> paper is quit*<br />

best numbers of Vol. I.<br />

carefully written article b;<br />

Alumni, showing a marked<br />

in the style of the author,<br />

of more than usual merit a^<br />

Incident of 94th Olympiad,' J J<br />

the Black Prince, in the Hoi<br />

<strong>The</strong> editors ol the various<br />

are in earnest and have s;<br />

simply and sincerely. So<br />

sue of the year seems to susj<br />

tinue the tone and spirit of<br />

sors.<br />

<strong>The</strong>re are, however, some]<br />

ticeably absent. Were all<br />

graduated last year ? Haupon<br />

an age of prose? Sun<br />

has not slain them On thei<br />

has always been tender to<br />

poet. He has been mindfu<br />

school poetry has not much oj<br />

that breathe and words that<br />

not to be despised as a traij<br />

guage. It calls attention to!<br />

ty of form, and the value<br />

both important consideratioi<br />

expression.<br />

We miss also from the<br />

partment any notice of the<br />

sociation. This association<br />

too late last year to be set<br />

final number of Vol. I. A .<br />

article on the need of a new


^2<br />

after<br />

extinct<br />

A*<br />

E. A. KELLOGG.<br />

<strong>The</strong> first issue of the LOWELL for the<br />

school year is a credit to the new staff of<br />

editors. <strong>The</strong> pn.per is quite equal to the<br />

best numbers of Vol. I. It contains a<br />

carefully written article by one of the<br />

Alumni, showing a marked improvement<br />

in the style of the author. Two stories<br />

of more than usual merit appear in " An<br />

Incident of 94th Olympiad, M and''Edward,<br />

the Black Prince, in the Hotel de Cluny."<br />

<strong>The</strong> editors ot the various departments<br />

are in earnest and have said their say<br />

simply and sincerely. So this initial issue<br />

of the year seems to sustain and continue<br />

the tone and spirit of its predecessors.<br />

<strong>The</strong>re are, however, some features noticeably<br />

absent. Were all of our poete<br />

graduated last year? Have we fallen<br />

upon an age of prose? Surely the Critic<br />

has not slain them On the contrary he,<br />

has always been tender to the budding<br />

poet. He has been mindful that while<br />

school poetry has not much of * 'Thoughts<br />

that breathe and words that burn," it is<br />

not to be despised as a training in language.<br />

It calls attention to the necessity<br />

of form, and the value of words.—<br />

both important considerations in literary<br />

expression.<br />

We miss also from the editorial department<br />

any notice of the Alumni Association.<br />

This association was formed<br />

too late last year to be set forth in the<br />

rinal number of Vol. I. A pood rousing<br />

article on t'.ie ueed of a new building for<br />

the <strong>Lowell</strong> High School, and a tribute<br />

to the efforts of the Alumni and others in<br />

this behalf would have been in order.<br />

<strong>The</strong> loss of the Cadet department with<br />

its warlike vignette is to be more than<br />

supplied if the promised letters from Manila<br />

equal in interest the one published.<br />

One or two things in general criticism<br />

may be said at. this beginning of things.<br />

Articles for the school paper should be<br />

carefully prepared. Outside of the advantage<br />

a schoo! paper may be in making<br />

place for originality, spontaneity and<br />

reality in writing, it should serve to give<br />

practical exercise in the more formal side<br />

of composition—paragraphing, sentence<br />

structure, phrasing, and punctuation.<br />

Because under some of the conditions in<br />

which work is done in actual journalism,<br />

hasty scrawls find acceptance, it does<br />

not follow that slipshod preparation of<br />

articles for a school paper should be tolerated.<br />

<strong>The</strong> editor of such a journal<br />

should constantly insist upon good copy.<br />

Otherwise no inconsiderable advantage<br />

of the paper to its contributors will be<br />

lost. Give each contributor an opportunity<br />

to review the proof of his copy.<br />

<strong>The</strong>re should be good editorial proof<br />

reading also. I should say the present<br />

issue is defective iu this particular. One<br />

of the names given in "Society " is conspicuously<br />

transformed. Two instances<br />

of confused mingling of sentences occur,<br />

one in the first column of p. 9, the other<br />

in the first column of p. 12. As the


2O<br />

word u buckle" is, in one of its forms,<br />

correctly spelled on p. 10, we may, I presume,<br />

lay the incorrect spelling onp.n,<br />

to the proof-reading. Furthermore, a<br />

little care in the proof would, I am sure,<br />

correct some of the more obvious mis-<br />

THE LOWELL<br />

separate co-ordinate clauses and terms<br />

in apposition, etc. Of course the mistake<br />

in the tense of a verb (2d paragraph<br />

on p. 9), the misplacing of "only" (15th<br />

line of p. 9), and the use of the word<br />

" excessively, 1 ' seen near the head of the<br />

21st page, must be charged more directly<br />

to the author. As to the appearance<br />

of "Bacchus" without an h% p. 12, let<br />

the copy, and proof hold council.<br />

<strong>The</strong> story with which the paper opens<br />

holds the interest throughout the narrative.<br />

<strong>The</strong> materials are gleaned from<br />

the school work in history with sonie<br />

collateral reading. <strong>The</strong>y are in the main<br />

well assimilated and judiciously used;<br />

the plot is wholly original. I should<br />

like to have the writer try his pen in reporting<br />

the field day or a foot-ball contest.<br />

<strong>The</strong> author of " Edward, the Black<br />

Prince, in the Hotel de Cluny," tells a<br />

good story also. Art is shown in arousing<br />

our interest in the chief actor, but we<br />

are not sufficiently prepared for the<br />

strange excitement he exhibits when he<br />

puts on the armor of the Prince. <strong>The</strong>re<br />

is no hint of his being subject to vagaries<br />

of the imagination, and since we are told<br />

he found himself a painter by force of<br />

circumstances rather than by native gen-'<br />

ius, we are in a measure cut off from<br />

ascribing his frenzy to the highly<br />

wrought temperament commonly supposed<br />

to characterize a born artist.<br />

It seems to me that the author of the<br />

gotten all there is for him in this form of J<br />

writing, and had better choose another ;<br />

vehicle for his ideas. About the only<br />

advantage of such writing is the literary<br />

exercise ia attempting a transference of'•"•':•<br />

the spirit, method, and style of a good :<br />

author., But the article in question hardly<br />

attempts this, at least it does not ;;<br />

achieve any such clever imitation. <strong>The</strong><br />

invention of some original device or •"<br />

framework is to be commendedr<br />

<strong>The</strong> remaining piece, "One Day," is<br />

perhaps, well named; it reads like the "•;<br />

happenings of a day as they may occur;<br />

one after the other, but these events are l<br />

not sufficiently unified by any particular<br />

aim, pervading emotion or special out- ;<br />

come. Careful practice iu narrative and<br />

descrpitive writing will remove this-<br />

defect.<br />

<strong>The</strong> humorous editor has used his •a<br />

shears with excellent discretion in this<br />

number, and there are at least twp good<br />

chances for everybody to laugh in reading<br />

the exchange jokes. And one genuine<br />

hearty laugh is worth the price of the<br />

paper to any subscriber.<br />

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High School.<br />

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Part of this path we have traversed in<br />

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schools For preserving old memories<br />

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<strong>The</strong> Alumni Association.<br />

Near the end of the last academic year<br />

the class of '98 conceived the very laudable-idea<br />

of forming an Alumni Association<br />

for <strong>Lowell</strong> High School. Indeedj<br />

it was not the first time in the history of<br />

the school that the students themselves<br />

had realized the necessity of such an organization.<br />

But on former occasions<br />

theie had, unfortunately, been lacking<br />

pears another article written by one of<br />

that definiteness of purpose and unity of<br />

the alumni. \Ve hope this is but the<br />

plan which have so thoroughly charac-<br />

beginning of a series. <strong>The</strong> columns of<br />

terized the present undertaking.<br />

our paper are always open to news of our<br />

graduates and we hope this invitation <strong>The</strong> crying need of the School has<br />

will appeal to all who read it. <strong>The</strong> long been a new building, with proper<br />

alumni because they attend a different appliances and modern improvements,<br />

school, are not entirely separated from and ample accommodation for the grow-


ing demands of student instruction. We<br />

have as fine a corps of teachers and as<br />

good & system of school government as<br />

THE LOWELL<br />

of its number, probably the President,<br />

up to the School at the beginning of<br />

each academic year, to address the students,<br />

and the incoming class especially<br />

on the subject of school enterpnse and<br />

school spirit. And at the end of.each<br />

and it is a burning shame that we have<br />

not a building to match. So thought<br />

the founders of<br />

of<br />

the<br />

the<br />

Association<br />

Association when<br />

when<br />

they began th<br />

eir labors for permanent<br />

organization, last May. So, also, do the<br />

present undergraduates think who have<br />

aided us alumni in our work of love.<br />

For this was the one great object cf our<br />

immediate organization, to gain, if pos-<br />

year we shall extend to the graduating<br />

class a most hearty welcome and receive<br />

them h body bd and d soul l into the ranks of<br />

alumni. Thus we shall be able to perpetuate<br />

the Association in the interest<br />

of the school and its students, past, present<br />

and future.<br />

sible, what <strong>Lowell</strong> so much needs, a new<br />

EDWIN H. ANDREWS, '98.<br />

building.<br />

Thus it was that the Associated Aiumni<br />

of <strong>Lowell</strong> High School, came to hold<br />

their first meeting in Golden Sate Hall,<br />

on the evening of June 6th laU. A constitution<br />

was adopted and permanent<br />

officers elected, and real work begun at<br />

once. In accordance with the plan of<br />

campaign outlined by the executive council,<br />

numerous petitions were circulated<br />

throughout tht community by both graduates<br />

and undergraduates of the School.<br />

<strong>The</strong> Board of Education was approached<br />

on the subject and responded with most<br />

gratifying promptitude and unanimity.<br />

<strong>The</strong> matter has been taken twice before<br />

the Board of Supervisors, and no effort<br />

has been spared by the friends of Loweil<br />

to bring it to a successful issue. And<br />

let me here, as an officer of the association,<br />

thank .the.present undergraduates<br />

for their kind and generous appreciation<br />

of our humble but honest endeavors in<br />

behalf of our beloved Alma Mater.<br />

<strong>The</strong>re have been two meetings<br />

Middle of the middlers during the<br />

Class past month. Both were called<br />

Meeting. chiefly with regard to the selection<br />

of a class pin. At the first meet-:<br />

ing the committee appointed to find a<br />

design reported. <strong>The</strong> pin selected was<br />

a pennant, but since few in the class<br />

wished its adoption, a new committee<br />

composed of the Misses De Turberviile,<br />

Sterne and Sinsheimer was chosen to<br />

find another design.<br />

Tbe subject of a class color was also<br />

brought up at the meeting. Many colors<br />

were proposed, finally Yale blue bting<br />

selected as the most acceptable to all.<br />

On September 16th a second meeting<br />

was held to act on the design furnished<br />

by the second committee. <strong>The</strong> design<br />

was a shield, and, it being acceptable to<br />

all, was adopted. Irving and Rosenshine<br />

were appointed to attend to its purchase.,<br />

and the meeting adjourned.<br />

Our work at present is mainly in the <strong>The</strong> Editor is requested through this<br />

line of membership extension, though column to extend the thanks of the foot-<br />

that has unfortunately to be confined to ball players and all those interested in<br />

the two universities. When our means<br />

warrant, however, we hope to considera-<br />

athletics to Mr. Middleton. Through his<br />

active interest and efforts in our b<br />

bly broaden our* field of activity, and to<br />

be able to hold the great annual reunion<br />

of <strong>Lowell</strong>ites contemplated in our constitution.<br />

It is also, I believe, the purpose<br />

of the council to send hereafter one<br />

v ^alf<br />

we have been able to secure the track<br />

and lot, and they are now rapidly being<br />

put*into shape. Mr. Middleton in his<br />

kindness has offered to defray all expenses<br />

and erect a club house for our use.<br />

V<br />

:&&<br />

i.^;'rW<br />

EDITED BY CHAS. G. NOI<br />

On account of the late op<br />

Eastern schools, our list of<br />

not as large as usual. H<br />

exceptionally good edition<br />

papers make up in no sma<br />

loss. Among some of the .<br />

Hiqh School JSgU of Se<br />

the Oakland High School,<br />

us in its usual excellent f<<br />

its usual stock of good etc<br />

the best short stories 1 that 1<br />

to us, is in this nurabsr<br />

called "How Dick Kept a £<br />

excellently well told and<br />

style is remarkably good,<br />

told in a short, direct ma<br />

entertaining and also has<br />

holding the attention. MIE<br />

does not hesitate to be nati<br />

her story. Most of our arc<br />

put on a forceo, cramped si<br />

natural and labored. Mis<br />

what she wants to in the<br />

she would write a letter<br />

friend. Howevor, let us s<br />

suitable title than the pr<br />

very weak. "A Little Chj<br />

<strong>The</strong>m" ie another excellei<br />

atory in the Jfigis, but it<br />

handled. It 1B a pity th<br />

Etory should have been 1<br />

conception. Almost anyt<br />

the simple prayer of the<br />

have turned the hearts an<br />

rough listeners ; but thej<br />

have been moved by fch&t.<br />

cellent; the visions of h<br />

men's minds, the final olo<br />

above all, the title, are a<br />

ceived and well-written.


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THE LOWELL<br />

EDITED BY CHA8. G. NORRIS. J 99.<br />

- On account of the late openings of the<br />

Eastern schools, our list of exchanges is<br />

not as large as usual. However some<br />

exceptionally good editions of western<br />

papers make up in no small degree this<br />

loss. Among some of the later are the :<br />

High School JEgu of Sept. 6 th from<br />

the Oakland High School, It comes to<br />

us in its usual excellent form and with<br />

its usual block of good stories. One of<br />

the best short stories that has ever come<br />

to us, is in this number of the JEgi%^<br />

called "How Dick Kept a Secret." It is<br />

excellently well told and the general<br />

style is remarkably good. <strong>The</strong> story i8<br />

told in a short, direct manner which is<br />

entertaining and also has the power of<br />

holding the attention. Miss Shafter, too,<br />

does not hesitate to be natural in telling<br />

her story. Most of our amateur authors<br />

put on a forced, cramped style that is unnatural<br />

and labored. Miss Shafter says<br />

what she wants to in the earns way as<br />

she would write a letter to an intimate<br />

friend. However, let us suggest a more<br />

suitable title than the present which is<br />

very weak. "A Little Child Shall Lead<br />

<strong>The</strong>m" is another excellently conceived<br />

story in the JEyis> but it is very poorly<br />

handled. It is a pity that ao -good a<br />

story should have been ruined by misconception.<br />

Almost anything else but<br />

the simple prayer of the child would<br />

have turned the hearts and minds of the<br />

rough listeners ; but they never would<br />

have been moved by that. Parts are excellent<br />

; the visions of home in the two<br />

men's minds, the final closing scene, and<br />

above allf the title, are admirably conceived<br />

and well-written.<br />

We take pleasure [in aciriowkdging<br />

the regular receipt of the Calif oimian from<br />

Berkeley and the Baptist Argus.<br />

He—Well, I must bb off.<br />

Sbe—Yes, a little. I noticed that the<br />

first time 1 met you.<br />

One of our best exchanges that come<br />

from the Pacific Coast is an admirable<br />

little paper from Alameda called the<br />

Alameda Bee. <strong>The</strong> editorials are especially<br />

good. <strong>The</strong> little paper ha8 the good<br />

wishes of the LOWELL.<br />

Another western High School magazine<br />

that comes to us is the Nugget from the<br />

Mission High School. We are glad to<br />

see that the editorial staff of the paper i&<br />

not slow in getting it out. A supplement<br />

that comes with it in a beautiful halftone<br />

of C arm el '3ay from Cypress Point,<br />

Monterey. <strong>The</strong> idea is excellently conceived.<br />

It is with regret that we see Mr.<br />

Winn'a name in another paper than our<br />

own. <strong>The</strong>re is no doubt that the Mission<br />

High School students are getting along<br />

wonderfully in chemistry. One of the<br />

sweetest and prettiest little poems that<br />

we have read in any school paper appears<br />

in the Nugget. It is too good to omit.<br />

Here it is :<br />

<strong>The</strong> Sum.<br />

I.<br />

A little dreaming by the way,<br />

A little toiling day by day,<br />

A T little pain, a little strife,<br />

A little joy—and that is life.<br />

II.<br />

A short-lived, fleeting summer's morn><br />

When happiness seems newly born,<br />

When one day's sky is blue above,<br />

And one bird 6inga— and that is love.<br />

III.<br />

A little wearying of the years,<br />

<strong>The</strong> tribute of a few hot tears;<br />

Two folded hands, the fainting breath,.<br />

And peace at last—and that is death.


IV.<br />

Just dreaming* loving, dying, so<br />

<strong>The</strong> actors in the draraa go;<br />

A flitting picture on the wall,<br />

Love, death, the themes I But is that all?<br />

<strong>The</strong> Nugget, MiBsion High School.<br />

<strong>The</strong> Baraea News comes to us as usual.<br />

We wish to- thank the editors sf this<br />

•paper for their promptnoss in exchanging.<br />

It would he well if a few other<br />

papers followed their example.<br />

<strong>The</strong>/). L. I. Gleaner reaches our drawer<br />

at last. Although a trifle late it deserves<br />

some little praise for its general get-up<br />

which is very good. As a commencement<br />

number, it is one of the best we<br />

have seen.<br />

A Baltimore servant girl tried that<br />

good, old time-honored plan of lighting<br />

the kitchen fire with kerosene. Nothing<br />

has benzine of her since.—Ex.<br />

From the Berkeley High School comes<br />

a well-written and well gotten up paper<br />

in the Bhape of the Olla Podrida. Its<br />

form is excellent and'its matter good.<br />

It contains a short, brisk little story in<br />

"Brother Watkin's Ride/' the author of<br />

which Hhould be complimented on his<br />

versatility and dictioa. However, I think<br />

the paper rather disappoints its reader<br />

by its lack of reading matter. Several<br />

more pages of good stories would help it<br />

out wonderfully and make it far more<br />

interesting.<br />

Snodgrass—What became of Towlet?<br />

I have not Been him for six months or<br />

more. He had one foot in the grave<br />

then.<br />

Snivly—He is six feet in now.<br />

—Harlem News.<br />

<strong>The</strong> Stanford Sequoia comes to U6 for<br />

the first time this year. It is in its usual<br />

good taste aud replete with choice selections.<br />

"A Foot-Ball Yarn" by Geo.<br />

Bliss Culver is an excellent story, vejy<br />

THE LOWELL<br />

well written and very original. This fo|<br />

the first story of the kind that has beea<br />

seen. <strong>The</strong>re are mdny students in the<br />

<strong>Lowell</strong> High School that earnestly hope<br />

the article is a prediction and that the<br />

prediction may come true.- <strong>The</strong> poem<br />

"Gibson vs. Another" by Wallace* A.<br />

Irvin deserves especial praise as a neat;^<br />

bright and clearly written place of work;<br />

<strong>The</strong> business manager, too, must be congratulated-<br />

OD. his energy and enterprise.<br />

Seldum tfedd (at the door)—Maddim<br />

have you got a ni


anea<br />

be con? '<br />

rom<br />

taeri<br />

illui<br />

magazine out wonderfully, and those<br />

with the aid of the Btory, " An Incident<br />

of 1862," which promisee to be a good<br />

story if it continues as it has commenced,<br />

keep the standard cf the paper<br />

up to its usual form.<br />

THE LOWELL<br />

In the Ghemicag Lab.<br />

A PARODY ON HAMLET* SOLILOQUY.<br />

Mistress—Get dinner to-day on the<br />

gasoline Btove, Bridget, t '<br />

Bridget—Plaza, mum, I. did thry, bat<br />

the stove wint out.<br />

Mistress—Try again* then.<br />

Bridget—Yee.mum; but it's not come<br />

back yit. It wint out t'roug T i th f roof.<br />

—Nen Yor T : Weekly:<br />

To fuse or not to fuse,—That ifl the question:<br />

Whether t'is betterjin the end* to mix<br />

This unknown with Na* Co* and KNO J and fuse<br />

Or to add acid and change to a solution.<br />

With this solution, to dissolve,—to test,—<br />

No more; and by these tests to Bay w> break tip<br />

This unknown, to find what metals and bases<br />

Are contained in it,—'tis a consummation<br />

Devoutly to be wish'd. To dissolve,—to fuse<br />

To fuse! perchance to break the tube! ab, there's tue rub;<br />

For by that fusing laboratory fees tnay come<br />

When we have shuffled from the chemical lab.,<br />

Must give us pause: <strong>The</strong>se are the tho'ts,<br />

That make tedious the experiment hour;<br />

For who would fool with E.*3 generations,<br />

Solutions that will not precipitate,<br />

Precipitates that -T ill not dissolve,<br />

Unsatisfactory iesis, and sarcastic smiles<br />

Thai H,Q nieek strident from tbe haug*hty prof, takes<br />

When he himaelf might a good time have<br />

By skipping out of the chemical lab.<br />

Who would work for long hours,<br />

To grunt and sweat it- a cloud of fumes<br />

But for the frnr of a flunk in the ex?-<br />

When unanswerable questions will puzzle the brain<br />

It makes ;.u rather bear those ilia ws have,<br />

Than ;o i\y f> others that we dread more!<br />

1 his discipline doth make slaves of us all.<br />

And thus instead of tbe fun we might have,<br />

We stand by the table, test tube in hand,<br />

Vainly waiting for a satisfactory recreation.<br />

—W. H. P. Aeqis—Bloomington, 111.<br />

••:&•<br />

: '


<strong>The</strong> Debating Society has made excelleut<br />

progress since the last issue of<br />

the LOWELL. <strong>The</strong> President has been<br />

most energetic in his efforts to get members,<br />

secure a large attendance, aud to<br />

have good delegates; fair success has<br />

crowned his work. We note with great<br />

pleasure that the number of members is<br />

greatly increased among the youngladies.<br />

Thanks are due to Miss Gardiner for her<br />

work in getting twenty-five young ladies<br />

to join. It is hoped that they will debate<br />

frequently.<br />

Here is a matter I wish to lay special<br />

stress on. Most of the members decline<br />

to debate, merely because they are'afraid.<br />

<strong>The</strong> Debating Society was organized for<br />

the purpose of debating and scholars becoming<br />

members are expected to debate.<br />

Now there is absolutely no reason for<br />

being afraid, it is simply absurd. Let<br />

us hear no more of this silly excuse; let<br />

every member do his duty and debate,<br />

when he is asked to do so.<br />

<strong>The</strong> first regular debate was held on<br />

August 26th with Mr. Earrows on the<br />

affirmative, and Messrs. Fritz and Taylor<br />

on the negative side. <strong>The</strong> question<br />

was; Resolved that the Hispano-American<br />

war was beneficial to the United States.<br />

<strong>The</strong> affirmative side was successful.<br />

<strong>The</strong> arguments were set forth in good<br />

style considering that not one of the<br />

EDITED BY A. ADLER.<br />

debaters had ever spoken before in t hesociety.<br />

Unfortunately they made several<br />

infractions of decorum in debate<br />

which a practised speaker would have<br />

avoided. <strong>The</strong> one thing of things nee*<br />

essary to speak well is good preparation<br />

and this is sadly lacking Most of the<br />

debaters write up their notes a day or<br />

two before the debate and do not practice<br />

reading their notes aloud. Consequently<br />

they are not fluent in debate ;<br />

they look at their notes frequently and<br />

make long pauses which are very annoying.<br />

Let us hope that this will be avoided<br />

by all future debaters<br />

Mr. Kellogg was requested to attend<br />

the next debate which took place on<br />

September 2nd, and to give an individual<br />

criticism of the debaters. As<br />

he was not in time to do so, the President<br />

requested him to give a few words<br />

of advice which he very kindly did.<br />

<strong>The</strong> remarks were very much appreciated<br />

by all present and will certainly be<br />

observed. Mr. Kellogg's attendance is<br />

kindly requested for future meetings.<br />

<strong>The</strong> question on September 2nd was:<br />

Resolved that capital punishment should<br />

be abolished ; the affirmative represented<br />

by Messrs. Adler and Morrissey, won.<br />

<strong>The</strong> negative upheld by Messrs. Weiler<br />

and Drucker rendered a very able debate.<br />

<strong>The</strong> next meeting took place September<br />

V<br />

16th, the question being<br />

the United States shoul<<br />

ragua Canal. <strong>The</strong> afiii<br />

ed by Mr. Stacker, lost.]<br />

was represented by<br />

and Mandel.<br />

In the future there wil<br />

woman's suffrage, to be<br />

on co-education. This<br />

last before election at tl<br />

in October. After electit<br />

will be started for the pui<br />

a school debating team,<br />

her of names have alreai<br />

but more are required<br />

the young ladies. Mr.<br />

Clark have kindly coj<br />

judges.<br />

We have received


16th, the question being : Resolved that<br />

the United States should own the Nicaragua<br />

Canal. <strong>The</strong> affirmative, represented<br />

by Mr. Stocker, lost. <strong>The</strong> negative<br />

was represented by Messrs. Kicliolson<br />

and Mandel,<br />

In the future there will be a debate on<br />

woman's suffrage, to be followed by one<br />

on co-education. This one will be the<br />

last before election at the first meeting<br />

in October. After election a tournament<br />

will be started for the purpose of forming<br />

a school debating team. A large number<br />

of names have already been secured,<br />

but more are required especially among<br />

the young ladies. Mr. Kellogg and Mr.<br />

Clark have kindly consented to be<br />

judges.<br />

We have received a second com-<br />

THE LOWELL 27<br />

munication in answer to our letter frcm<br />

Oakland stating that they were unable<br />

to have two debates in one term, as they<br />

were going to have one with the Berkeley<br />

High School next term. To say the*<br />

least, this looks like a backdown after<br />

inquiring whether they could have a<br />

debate with us at any time. <strong>The</strong> matter<br />

has been indefinitely postponed. Mr.<br />

Deutsch, a former President of the society<br />

favored us with a visit three weeks<br />

ago for the purpose of ascertaining the<br />

will of the society as to the formation of<br />

an association of debating societies of<br />

several- high schools including <strong>Lowell</strong>,<br />

Berkeley, Stockton, Oakland and others.<br />

<strong>The</strong> society expressed itself as willing to<br />

join such an association.


SODIETY<br />

EDITED BY CHESTER WAGNER,<br />

Fraternities.<br />

<strong>The</strong> Alpha chapter fraternities of the<br />

•Gamma Eta Kappa fraternity °fave a banquet<br />

to Delta chapter of Oakland on<br />

August 27th. Delta chapter returned<br />

the compliment on September 7th. Both<br />

were great successes, and the toasts given<br />

were masterpieces in the art.<br />

<strong>The</strong> fraternity has added to its membership<br />

list this term the following:<br />

Honorary members, Prof. Mitchell; active<br />

members, Walter C. O'Brien, Ford<br />

Flint, Fred Jackson, Lloyd Bowman,<br />

Hugh S. Jewett, Maxwell Milton, Randolph<br />

Wienman, and Stewart Dunbar.<br />

<strong>The</strong> <strong>The</strong>ta Chi fraternity has added to<br />

its membership list this term, H. P.<br />

Plummer, Thayne Robinson, Edgar<br />

Stillman and W. A. Reddick.<br />

<strong>The</strong> Pi Delta Koppa fraternity has<br />

been entertaining Willard Evans '97<br />

•during the past week. Two weeks ago<br />

the fraternity enjoyed the hospitality of<br />

Mr. Evans at Belvedere. He was given<br />

a farewell banquet by the members of<br />

his chapter a week prior to his departure<br />

for Cornell. Many of the Alumni were<br />

present and all enjoyed themselves to the<br />

fullest extent.<br />

SORORITIES.<br />

<strong>The</strong> Alpha Sigma Sorority has added<br />

to its membership list this term, Miss<br />

EHita Hale and Miss Lou Guthrie.<br />

<strong>The</strong> Lambda <strong>The</strong>ta Phi Sorority has<br />

added-two members to its numbers.<br />

PERSONAL.<br />

<strong>The</strong> Alpha Sigma Sorority gave a<br />

luncheon in honor of their new members.<br />

<strong>The</strong> table was very tastefully and<br />

prettily decorated, being all in blue and<br />

ivy green. Miss Cornelia McKinne '95,<br />

a member of the Alpha Sigma and Kappa<br />

Kappa Gamma Sororities, has been elected<br />

to the Senior Class Presidency at the<br />

University of California. We wish Miss<br />

McKinne all success.<br />

CLUBS.<br />

<strong>The</strong> S. C. D. C. has proved the greatest<br />

success of the term. Its membership<br />

is large and is still increasing. Several<br />

meetings were held, all of which were<br />

very successful. It was decided to make<br />

it a perminent crgauization, and a committee<br />

was therefore appointed to draw<br />

up a suitable constitution. A constitution<br />

was adopted at the next meeting.<br />

<strong>The</strong> officers elected for this term were s<br />

President, John H. Saunders; Vice-<br />

President, Miss Maude Pollexfen; Secretary<br />

and Treasurer, B. J. Shay.<br />

<strong>The</strong> K. E. held its second meeting at<br />

Miss Pollexfen's residence. <strong>The</strong> initiation<br />

of six new members was the feature<br />

of the evening. After the initiates got<br />

many generous knocks they had the<br />

pleasure of being a full-fledged K. E<br />

<strong>The</strong> evening ended with the old time<br />

Virginia Reel.<br />

All voted the evening a perfect success,<br />

which was entirely due to their<br />

President, Miss Maude Pollexfen.<br />

WALTER G. HARDER,<br />

Society Editor, pro tern.<br />

^<br />

A<br />

<strong>The</strong> <strong>Lowell</strong>-Polyfet<br />

toward which our at!<br />

tations have been tim<br />

more, is. now a thin]<br />

again the red and whi<br />

top.<br />

<strong>The</strong> Inter-ClasB Fii<br />

held September 10tl<br />

that athletics had rn<br />

High School with th<<br />

class of '98, as some<br />

would be the case,<br />

encouraging to see thi<br />

came out. on that<br />

honor of their classes<br />

succeed in breaking<br />

the first time out, thai<br />

they will not be ablj<br />

work faithfully and<br />

field, day. Aitogethi<br />

was a success. It gaj<br />

victory over the Polyi<br />

and the officers of<br />

complimented on thi<br />

events off.<br />

On the 24th,<br />

technic-<strong>Lowell</strong> .Fiel<<br />

stand held a crowd of!<br />

from each school,<br />

termined to see theil<br />

win, and the score<br />

each point so hotljr<br />

sections of the grand<br />

numerous opporfcunij<br />

their lung capacity}<br />

much to their oi


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From Photo by S. GC LDTREE.<br />

SYMIWES, '99 in the High Jump.<br />

THE LOWELL<br />

W. Jacobs (P. H. S.)i first: Riccomi<br />

(P. H. S.), second; Saunders (L. H. S.),<br />

third.<br />

One mile walk :— Karmelenski (L. H.<br />

S.) and Gleaaon (L. H. S.)» first and second<br />

; Rodgers (?. H. 8.), third.<br />

Four hundred and forty yard dash : —<br />

Lyons (L. H. S.), first; Kicid (L. H. S.),<br />

second; Riccomi (P. H. S.), third.<br />

Time, 0:551 (record).<br />

Two hundred and twenty yard low<br />

hurdles:—Synm\es (L. H. S.), first;<br />

Moulder (P. H. S.)* second; Jorgensen<br />

(L. H. S.), third. Time, 0:29J (record).<br />

Hiigh jump:—Abadie (P. H. S.), first;<br />

HurBh (L. H. S.), second ; Symmes (L.<br />

H. S.), third. Five feet, three inches.<br />

Hammer throw:—Bunger (P. H. S.),<br />

first; Kidd (L. H. S.), second ; Forbes,<br />

(?. H. S.)i third. 114 feet, 7 inches (record).<br />

Pole vault:—Belden, Rooney and Seller,<br />

all L. H. S. men.<br />

Shot put:—Bunger (P. H. S.), first ;<br />

Kidd (L. H. S.), second ; Oaborne (P.<br />

H. S.), third.<br />

Broad jump:—Abadie (P. H. S.),<br />

first; Manon (L. H. S.), second ; Jorgensen<br />

(L. H, S.), third. 19 feat, 3<br />

inches.<br />

<strong>The</strong> relay race was won by P. H. S.,<br />

their men taking the lead in the first lap<br />

and holding the place throughout the<br />

race.<br />

From a Photo by S. Goi.DTREE.<br />

BELDEN in the Pole Vault.<br />

<strong>The</strong> Athletic Association.<br />

<strong>The</strong> association has held but one meeting<br />

since tne last issue of the paper, at<br />

which time Shay was elected school yell<br />

leader. Ke showed hiniself to be the right<br />

man in the right place at the "Poly."<br />

-Lr well Field Day.<br />

<strong>The</strong> treasury has been pretty well<br />

filled PO that we were able to secure<br />

running jerseys for the track team. We<br />

hope that the school will be able to thus<br />

uphold all branches of athletics during<br />

the year by joining the association's<br />

ranks and paying their dues regularly.<br />

On the Gridiron.<br />

On Monday, September fifth, the <strong>Lowell</strong><br />

High School foot-ball team liued up<br />

for its first game, the .opposing team being<br />

known as the " Alloahs." Both<br />

teams failed to score a point, and,<br />

although there was some good individual<br />

playing, the <strong>Lowell</strong> team showed<br />

sadly her lack of team work and want of<br />

signal practice.<br />

Without any preparation since this<br />

game, Captain Cook accepted a challenge<br />

issued by St. Matthew's School at San<br />

Mateo. <strong>The</strong> game was played and lost<br />

on the field of the challenging team, September<br />

17th.<br />

When a defeat has been administered<br />

to an athletic team of any kind, there i*<br />

invariably some excusei<br />

has been some "hard 3i<br />

there could have been<br />

<strong>The</strong>refore I will aot fol!<br />

course, and, without inaki|<br />

will in a short summary<br />

the reader form his (or<br />

ion as to whether or u'ol<br />

have won."<br />

<strong>Lowell</strong> High School ki<<br />

ing the ball down the<br />

Rooney arrived in good<br />

didn't know it, for althoi<br />

his man, he received a blj<br />

at the same time which pj<br />

so that he cou''d take no<br />

the game.<br />

This was a serious 1O*E<br />

of the red and white, bni<br />

continued. Nothing pai<br />

ing happened during th.?<br />

the dust, and that happei<br />

Any one who has not ti<br />

foot-ball game or a rush<br />

as this particular one can]<br />

the delightful sensation<br />

mouth and throat lined<br />

dust several inches thicl<br />

School held down her oi<br />

the first half, but when<br />

ball, was unable to advai<br />

gain on account of the<br />

the men with the signals)<br />

of team work.<br />

Everyone took advanti<br />

tunity offered at the clot<br />

wash down the dust wii<br />

water.<br />

<strong>The</strong> second half was a<br />

first as far as <strong>Lowell</strong><br />

scoring any points. Bi<br />

nearly every down, win<br />

settled sufficiently for oi<br />

two before his face, BO|<br />

player was discovered<br />

like a corpse or writhij<br />

like a snake. Finally<br />

and end runs St. Matthei


V.i ""-' •'.' -/j.'./V--<br />

THE LOWELL<br />

invariably some excuse offered; there<br />

has been some "hard luck," otherwise<br />

there could have been no such defeat.<br />

<strong>The</strong>refore I will not follow this usual<br />

course, and, without making any excuses,<br />

will in a short summary of the game, let<br />

the reader form hi« (or her ?) own opinion<br />

as to whether or not. we " ought to<br />

have won.' 7<br />

<strong>Lowell</strong> High School kicked off, following<br />

the ball down the field with a rush.<br />

Rooney arrived in good season, but he<br />

didn't know it, for although he stopped<br />

his man, he received a blow on his head<br />

at the same time which put him to sleep,<br />

so that he couM take no further part in<br />

the game.<br />

This was a serious loss to the sporters<br />

of the red and white, but the game was<br />

continued. Nothing particularly exciting<br />

happened during th J first half except<br />

the dust, and that happened all the time.<br />

Any one who has not taken part in a<br />

foot-ball game or a rush on a field such<br />

as this particular one can scarcely realize<br />

the delightful sensation of having his<br />

mouth and throat lined with a coat of<br />

dust several inches thick. <strong>Lowell</strong> High<br />

School held down her opponents during<br />

the first half, but when she obtained the<br />

ball, was unable to advance it with much<br />

gain on account of the unfamiliarity of<br />

the men with the signals, and their luck<br />

•of team work.<br />

Everyone took advantage of the opportunity<br />

offered at the close of the half to<br />

wash down the dust with lime-juice or<br />

water.<br />

<strong>The</strong> second half was a repetition of the<br />

first as far as <strong>Lowell</strong> was concerned in<br />

scoring any points. But at the end of<br />

nearly every down, when tbe dust had<br />

settled sufficiently for one to see a foot or<br />

two before his face, some unfortunate<br />

player was discovered either stretched<br />

like a corpse or writhing and twisttag<br />

like a snake. Finally by steady buck*<br />

and end runs St. Matthew'.* School man-<br />

\<br />

nged to 8core a touch-down, which according<br />

to '98 rules, counts five points.<br />

<strong>The</strong>y failed to kick the goal however,<br />

thus fixing the score 5 to 0, which it remained.<br />

Although we hope not to have to play<br />

in their yard any more until after the<br />

first rains, we sincerely thank Captain<br />

Hudson and his team for their hospitality<br />

to our boys and their "squareness'' in<br />

playing.<br />

Following is the line-up of the teams<br />

as they faced each other:<br />

L. H. 8. POSITION S. M. S.<br />

*Ellinwood... .L. end R Wallace<br />

Middleton L. tackle R Becknell<br />

*Lvans L. guard R Gage<br />

*Kidd..., Center Gilmau<br />

Cook (Capt). ..R. guard L McMilliu<br />

Symmee R. tackle L...Liebbrandt<br />

*OlwelV<br />

*Lewiti) ^* en< * L * (^P*") Hudson<br />

*Milton Quarter Plumb<br />

RonneyJ T , ,- .. . ,<br />

*OlwelJi k. half K Anderson<br />

•SaunderB R. half L Chandler<br />

Hooper Full Geer<br />

•rhese are men who piny on the <strong>Lowell</strong> team for<br />

first time i.'iit year.<br />

Thanks to the efforts of Mr. Middleton<br />

the foot-ball team has again secured the<br />

privilege of using the lot on Bush, and<br />

Pierce streets for practicing. Let us<br />

hope they will profit by their last game,<br />

and practice until they feel sure that<br />

they can put a winning team in the A.<br />

A. L.<br />

Tennis.<br />

On Saturday morning, Sept. 24ih> several<br />

of the <strong>Lowell</strong> boys took part in a<br />

tennis tournament at the California Club<br />

courts, to determine who should represent<br />

tbe school in the A. A. L. in that<br />

branch of athletics. <strong>The</strong> tournament<br />

was of the Round Robin order, and the<br />

iwo who won the greate3t number of sets<br />

were.!. Drummond McGavin and Arthur<br />

W. Hooper.


'V<br />

Several days ago a few of the boys went<br />

out to the Chutes to see the Lyons,<br />

but before they went they all went<br />

down Behlow and asked the Cook,<br />

Tasheira meat pie with them. He told<br />

them to get Wright out,and,disappointed,<br />

they did as they were told. On the way<br />

out after they had gone some Mighels out<br />

of the city, they came in sight of a Manor<br />

house where some Plover pigeons were<br />

flying about. <strong>The</strong>y seemed quite friendly,evidently<br />

seeing there was no Bowman<br />

in'our midst and came and alighted on<br />

Auerbachs.<br />

I read the other day about a man who<br />

was so thin that he could not tell a backache<br />

from a stomach-ache.<br />

How troublesome Saundera is when he<br />

persists in selling you a ticket to the<br />

field day.<br />

A new artist has arisen in the school,<br />

and although he has waited till his Senior<br />

year to show us something of his<br />

work, he is by no means a novice at the<br />

art as some of his work in this issue of<br />

the LOWELL will show.<br />

TEXCHER (dictating spelling) : Told.<br />

Same kind of told as the told in " <strong>The</strong><br />

preacher told the sexton and the sexton<br />

tolled the bell. 11<br />

Oh the smells from the chemistry lab.!<br />

This, when duly re-arranged, will form<br />

a couplet suitable for a valentine:<br />

- 'W<br />

Daruno em hBlal verho,<br />

Ni dasesns ro lege,<br />

Lilt sil'fe rdaems eb vero,<br />

Twees riemem's fo ethe.<br />

Somebody was trying to spring a joke<br />

in the yard the other day. <strong>The</strong> witty<br />

one came to every one and said.in a coniidential<br />

way that spoons were in-teresting.<br />

Oh what a joke was there my<br />

countrymen!<br />

<strong>The</strong> following queer inscription is Raid<br />

to be found in the chancel of a small<br />

church in Wales, just over the Ten Commandments.<br />

<strong>The</strong> addition of a single<br />

letter, repeated at various intervals, readers<br />

it not only intelligible, but appropriate<br />

to the situation:<br />

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Suddenly he drew his hand far back;<br />

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lt Oh, say, it isn't|<br />

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put it correctly, I did;no]<br />

It was as blicic a^-m(<br />

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the boat;" • --;T f Af r &i "<br />

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with one of myfti^ncfe:<br />

be three of us in the;<br />

boarded a car which-.y<br />

our starting place. ^ .<br />

surprised my ^ieni.;^<br />

Say, do you Enow^ Ij<br />

hurry that I actually^ 1.<br />

fa »t- lf Itisremarkableii.<br />

can occupy one's mind t(<br />

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f 1


THE LOWELL<br />

a<br />

top of the ridge of hills<br />

woody canyon on<br />

From hire we had a<br />

behind Oakland,<br />

magnificent v! aw of the bay and the city<br />

on one side arid Mt. Diablo' and the inland<br />

valleys on the other. That afternoon<br />

we traveled through the beautiful<br />

Redwood Canyon. <strong>The</strong> country in those<br />

parts is very dry this year, hardly a<br />

•creek contains water. This was the<br />

-only, great drawback to our trip, for<br />

'=at one time we were not allowed to take<br />

in ore than half a cupful of water for severalhours.<br />

<strong>The</strong> evening of the first day we camped<br />

in a deserted farm house near Lafayette<br />

-and had all the grapes we could eat.<br />

That night was about the worst night<br />

=for sleep I believe I ever had. I and one<br />

of the other boys, noted for being a sayer<br />

uP<br />

bu^gy just graze the fence- In anothfef<br />

minute I thought I should seethe poor£<br />

little girl situated on the barbed<br />

Can you imagine a more horrible<br />

than that of being sawed in two by<br />

barbed wire fence? I can't.<br />

If you should have happened; tote in|<br />

a certain part of Walnut Creek galley; ofc|<br />

Wednesday you would have steen<br />

helping ourselves to nuts and<br />

<strong>The</strong> grapes, the men said, were<br />

for the market by the recent rain,<br />

they were plenty good enough foi<br />

We filled every available can<br />

the poor burro, and each of us carried<br />

much of the luscious fruit as we co<br />

It was in this valley that we were<br />

nocent cause of another almost fatal accil<br />

dent. An old lady was driving<br />

of witty things, unfortunately had the the dusty road going, as she<br />

thought in our minds, namely, to told us, to gossip with a neighbor. Hav||<br />

ing seen in our aumorous meetings wltlif<br />

country folks that their frighteued'anf*<br />

mals made a very striking picture^<br />

decided to get a snap at the next vi<<br />

with the camera. One of us was col<br />

blooded enough to try and get a pic<br />

of the poor old lady and her horse. But<br />

I saw that there was likely tp be P<br />

ous smash-up. Sure enough! As<br />

?m<br />

as the horse saw us he shied violently^<br />

almost upsetting the buggy. <strong>The</strong>n<br />

turned around in a flash and ran<br />

buggy into the fence. "Drop that cam|<br />

era, 11 said I, "and lead your donkey"'inSS^<br />

thai orchard." He obeyed mildly * L<br />

torment the other fellow and keep him<br />

from taking his just rest. My fellow<br />

•conspirator at last "got onto himself,'<br />

-as they say,, and left off teasing, but I<br />

did not, somehow or other, have sense<br />

-enough to follow his example/ <strong>The</strong> upshot<br />

oi the matter was that I was ousted<br />

ixom the tent and compelled to sleep on<br />

'the damp earth with coyotes and the<br />

:niule for my neighbors.<br />

Of course I had a bad cold the next<br />

ttnoruing.<br />

we other two held the meekly h<<br />

"Sure, young gintlemin," the old lac<br />

said, "I've had this horse nigh out<br />

eight years and he never played me<br />

trick like this before." Well, after?!<br />

while we were ready to go on and<br />

kt Boys,"I said, ''my hair is<br />

rather dewey." "We'll make things<br />

cervera for you next time," the witty one<br />

said. And it was enough to make anyone<br />

sick to hear the similar remarks<br />

{I will not call them puns) that this<br />

bright one uttered on the trip.<br />

Our troubles commenced that day, or<br />

to.speak more correctly, they commenced<br />

for- other people. As we were joyfully<br />

tramping alongabuggy, driven by school about to do so when the lady called<br />

children I, presume, came along. As "One of you boys will have to go ho<br />

s the horse saw us. he pricked up with me, because I'mso nervous<br />

can't drive." Sp<br />

ire didn't mak* very<br />

that one of tis wou'd<br />

the country folks thai<br />

bus characters and thi<br />

look out for us,<br />

That night we cai<br />

fourth the way up th<<br />

the. wind did. blow,<br />

said to myself, VWel<br />

tent" Butitmanagi<br />

<strong>The</strong> next morning foul<br />

mit. What a j^rand vj<br />

To the west lay the .;<<br />

Gate; to the south the<br />

Looking north we sa'<br />

the mouths of the<br />

Joaquin rivers. <strong>The</strong> ll<br />

peaks of the.S&rta<br />

asd at their bascrStoci<br />

San Joaquin Valley<br />

<strong>The</strong> trip home was<br />

cident except: for the<br />

rence that happened<br />

down the mountain,<br />

about half way down<br />

just the pack. <strong>The</strong>n<br />

out that my ccat wa:<br />

bound to have that-coaj<br />

rest of the day to fid<br />

went along the hot; du:<br />

the top, running iorwi<br />

thinking I had found<br />

only to find that it<br />

or a stone. At last I fsu!<br />

behind Oakland I lieh<<br />

tig in the sunlight.


THE LOWELL<br />

can't drive." So yon can imagine that<br />

•we didn't make very quick time. After<br />

that one of us would go ahead and warn<br />

the country folks that we were dangerous<br />

characters and that they had better<br />

look out for us.<br />

That night we camped about onefourth<br />

the way up the mountain. How<br />

the wind did blo*v. At every gust I<br />

said to myself, "Well, here goes, the<br />

tent, 11 E't it managed to stay, with us.<br />

<strong>The</strong> next morning found us on the summit,<br />

What a grand view lay before us !<br />

To the west lay the city and the Golden<br />

Gate; to the south the Livermore Valley.<br />

Looking north we saw Suisun bay and<br />

the mouths of the Sacramento and San<br />

Joaquin rivers. <strong>The</strong> lofty, snow-covered<br />

peaks of the Sierra Nevada .mountains<br />

and at their base. Stockton and the broad<br />

San Joaquin Valley were directly east.<br />

<strong>The</strong> trip home was without special incident<br />

except for the calamitous occurrence<br />

that happened to me on the way<br />

dowu the mountain. When we were<br />

about half way down we stopped to adjust<br />

the pack. <strong>The</strong>n some one called<br />

out that my coat was missing. I was<br />

bound to have that coat if it took me the<br />

rest of the day to find it. So back I<br />

went along the hot, dusty road almost to<br />

the top, running forward now and then,<br />

thinking I had found the lost article,<br />

only to Snd that it was but a piece of tin<br />

or a stone. At last I found it, and then<br />

I stumbled along down the mountain as<br />

fast as my weary limbs could carry me.<br />

Knowing the road now, we traveled<br />

more rapidly than before and without<br />

further adventures, save two or three<br />

runaways, we arrived in Oakland. What<br />

joy when from the summit of the hills<br />

behind Oakland I beheld the bay shinny<br />

in the sunlight. Two hours later I<br />

was home again thinking of the dreadful<br />

geometry problem and dry syllabi that<br />

were soon again to torture me, and wiping<br />

that I was again out ic the country<br />

and under the open sky where thoughts<br />

of school had not been allowed to come<br />

for one delightful week.<br />

A noun Rise on the Ocean.<br />

It was the time of year when the sun<br />

sets early. It was one of those Slackest<br />

of black nights. <strong>The</strong> stars stood out<br />

and shone as so many brilliant Iam$>s.<br />

<strong>The</strong> ocean was as calm as a mill-pond.<br />

<strong>The</strong>re was hardly a ripple on that spanless<br />

deep, nor was there a ^ound to disturb<br />

the serenity cf the night, save<br />

now and then a fish, finding itself tow<br />

near the surface, splashed. <strong>The</strong>e all<br />

would be quiet again.<br />

<strong>The</strong> horizon is now a glow of redheds.<br />

It is becoming brighter; now it is a<br />

yellowish red. You can just see the tip<br />

of the moon. She has now risen from<br />

the ocean, and you see a beautiful yel*<br />

iowish orange disk set off with a pure<br />

black background. <strong>The</strong>re she is; a<br />

beautiful picture over that grand and<br />

spacious oceau. She is still rising and<br />

between her and you is the path that<br />

leads you to her. It is a mas~"c-T floating<br />

silver twisting and crvni^ jljV5".-a<br />

serpent. CLARENCE JKV, '-p.<br />

In Germany one xcan in 2VJ goes t6<br />

college; in Scotland one in 500; in<br />

United Sta*ys one in 2,000, and in England,<br />

one iin 5 000.<br />

You must learn to deal with odd and<br />

even in life as well as in figures.—'Gm<br />

Eliot.<br />

Idleness is eager for amusement.—G,<br />

Eliot.


THE LOWELL<br />

Hard Luck.<br />

going to. .relate- in the following<br />

tale a story once, told me by a friend.<br />

He came to California in the great rush<br />

to the diggings in forty-nine and stayed<br />

for many years in.our mining counties.<br />

He told me the story of two men, chums<br />

in the East, who came around the liorn<br />

with him. After they landed in San<br />

Francisco he lost sight of them and did<br />

not hear of .them agaia for nearly ten<br />

years, when he met one in a mining<br />

camp, On inquiring, this other, Jack,<br />

as I will call him, told the following<br />

story: -<br />

" My piartner and I struck out for<br />

Sacramento as soon after our arrival as<br />

we could, From there we prospected<br />

the Feather river first and then the<br />

American- At first we found a little<br />

color, but no real success, and at the<br />

end of the second season were broke and<br />

linable to return home.<br />

We drifted about the country prospecting<br />

in summer and doing whatever<br />

work we could get in winter. Several<br />

years passed on in this manner, when<br />

late in the autumn of. fifty-six we found<br />

ourselves stranded in Yreka. Hearing<br />

that there was work on the English<br />

Ditch which passes through that district,<br />

we applied to the company. <strong>The</strong>y placed<br />

us in charge of an important dam some<br />

eleven miles from the town.<br />

We had a cabin, plenty of grub and<br />

thought ourselves well fixed for the winter.<br />

<strong>The</strong> work was not hard, but as the<br />

dam had to be constantly watched, one<br />

of us Had to be at the cabin all the time.<br />

We bought our supplies in Yreka and<br />

took turns going there. So one day late<br />

i» December Bill, my partner, started for<br />

in the'morning and bought our supplii<br />

<strong>The</strong>n . meeting . some friends. he<br />

what time he had left with them,<br />

while it began to snow steadily, so tbajE|<br />

by the time he was ready to start<br />

was a foot of snow on the ground.<br />

<strong>The</strong> men all urged the folly of going:]<br />

back that night over such soft snow, but,;;<br />

although he knew the difficulty of<br />

undertaking, he said he must return<br />

he could not leave me to tend the<br />

alone. So, against the wishes of a<br />

started.<br />

<strong>The</strong> morning he left I had passedj§<br />

tending ditch, smoking and playingSj<br />

solitaire. About noon it began to snow V<br />

and a wind sprang up. As the afternoon<br />

wore on the wind increased piling<br />

snow in drifts, .and I began io worry:<br />

when I saw the storm increasing for I'<br />

knew Bill would try to return if<br />

could, no matter what the weather<br />

That evening, however, as he did<br />

return, I thought it probable that his!*<br />

friends had kept him in town. <strong>The</strong>'<br />

storm continued till the third day, when'<br />

it cleared, and then I expected Bill.<br />

I waited anxiously all day,<br />

around the cabin thinking he would put^<br />

in an appearance every minute. By<br />

evening I made up my mind that something<br />

had happened to him and resolved<br />

to go to town on the morrow, ditch or no<br />

ditch.<br />

So I started in the morning as soon as!<br />

I could and traveled quickly. On my<br />

arrival I found he had left on. the afternoon<br />

of the storm. <strong>The</strong> men did not<br />

seem surprised as they did not think he<br />

could possibly reach the cabin. As soon<br />

as possible we formed a searching party<br />

and set out down the trail, A couple of'<br />

the town. He expected to be back early miles from the dam we came upon the v<br />

that evening for we had made a pair of first trace of him in the shape of a mit~ !<br />

Norwegian shoes by which a quick trip ten stuck in a tree. Bill evidently<br />

could be made on the hard crust of the struggled on through the snow till he • j<br />

snow. lost his ^way, and when ire realized >t<br />

Bill arrived in town about io o'clock he was lost had placed the mitten i-<br />

there as a guide. Froi<br />

had wandered in a circle<br />

leaving traces^of his pat]<br />

When we found hita lii<br />

snow he had struggled t<<br />

dred yards of our homej<br />

within sight of my wind}<br />

{Continuedfrom Odot<br />

ON BOARD PEKING:<br />

"Aloha to the Boys in<br />

H.L" V": . I .';' .<br />

So much for what w<<br />

deck. On the following ^<br />

tire command left the<br />

were once more: on dry la|<br />

<strong>The</strong>n we marched up<br />

mostly narrow, and buii<br />

story houses, some of-wl<br />

shanties. Marching on<br />

view of the government'<br />

merly the Royal Palace)<br />

enthusiastically received<br />

rades in arms, tfce Hai<br />

<strong>The</strong> government buildii<br />

structure, built of'stone,<br />

height, surmounted - withj<br />

the basement are some of<br />

Hawaii's regular army,<br />

cool and airy,and looked!<br />

to us, who had spent alfej<br />

days on ship-board and<br />

ment bunks 6'x2'£3o';<br />

quarters soda water' ^<br />

goods were givei<br />

without stint or<br />

main stairs we were<br />

of Representatives.* Tfaii<br />

the throne room of the Kit<br />

one of the legislative^ chj<br />

island republic! On* our ai<br />

very promptly adjpurn6


there as a guide. From that place he<br />

had wandered in a circle about the cabin<br />

leaving traces of his path at intervals.<br />

When we found him half buried in the<br />

snow he had struggled to within a hundred<br />

yards of our home and had died<br />

within sight of my window."<br />

R. L. BEALS.<br />

(Continuedfrom October number.)<br />

HAV.'AII, 1898.<br />

ON BOAKD PEKING :<br />

"Aloha to the Boys in Blue,Honolulu,<br />

K. L M<br />

So much for what we saw from the<br />

deck. On the following morning the entire<br />

command left the transports and<br />

were once more on dry land.<br />

<strong>The</strong>n we marched up the main streets,<br />

mostly narrow, and built up with one<br />

story houses, some of which are indeed<br />

shanties. Marching on we soon came in<br />

view of the government buildings (formerly<br />

the Royal Palace) where we were<br />

enthusiastically received by fellow comrades<br />

in arras, the Hawaiian troops.<br />

<strong>The</strong> government building is a solid<br />

structure, built of stone, three stories in<br />

height, surmounted - with a tower. I'a<br />

the basement are some of the barracks of<br />

Hawaii's regular army. <strong>The</strong> barracks are<br />

cool and airy,and. looked very comfortable<br />

to us, who had spent already some eight<br />

days on ship-board and slept in government<br />

bunks 6'x2'x3o". Here at the<br />

quarters soda water, ginger ale and wet<br />

goods were given out to us wanderers<br />

without stint or limit. Going up the<br />

main stairs we were soon in the House<br />

of Representatives: This was formerly<br />

the throne room of the King, but is now<br />

one of the legislative chambers of the<br />

island republic. On our arrival the House<br />

very promptly adjourned till the Monday<br />

following;. Here we spoke with the Representatives.<br />

?rom .there we went to the:<br />

Senate- <strong>The</strong>y, following the example of<br />

THE LOWELL 7<br />

the House, also adjourned, and a new<br />

Senate held its first session. Every defek<br />

had for its occupant one of the boys in<br />

blue, all bent on one purpose, that of<br />

writing home. Ah ! what thoughts do",<br />

surge through the minds of our boys,thousands<br />

of miles away from 1 home,*<br />

thousands of miles away frorii folks,<br />

friends and everything dear to them.<br />

How does the mind revert beck to things<br />

that are left behind. How then is the<br />

pleasant past brought back to us; indeed<br />

we feel as if v;e could dwell again<br />

in the past. Surely did . this Senate<br />

Chamber ever have such Senators? Ah !<br />

what a contrast is here presented. None 1<br />

of us engaged in State affairs, but iu<br />

affairs nearer to hearts. Pen and ink.<br />

are performing" holy offices now,* and<br />

working to lighten the weary hearts of<br />

fathers, mothers, wives, brothers, sisters,<br />

and sweethearts that are left behind. , O<br />

pleasant time, how short are you lived !:<br />

Again we hear the Assembly and the<br />

Senate obeys the stern and unquestionable<br />

law, and must adjourn, sine die;.<br />

Back again to the troop-ships we must .<br />

go. So, leaving behind the pleasant:<br />

grounds of the Palace, and retracing our<br />

former path, we soon again are on board<br />

the Peking. So, our first day in Honolulu<br />

has passed, but we rejoice knowing that<br />

to-morrow we have another day.<br />

<strong>The</strong> Text morning we were up and<br />

early preparing for the " banquet 11 tendered<br />

to the " boys in blue 1 ' by the people<br />

of the city. Again joyfully we leave ;<br />

the ship, again tread the streets of Hono- :<br />

lulu, and again are within the Palace^<br />

grounds. Here my weak power of description<br />

fails me. Imagine, kind readeri<br />

if you can, some 3000 soldier boys more;<br />

or less, with thousands of people bent on:,<br />

waiting o;u these boys, at'tables deckedy<br />

with everything money ca'n buy, from<br />

salads to pineapples.. /.Imagine our boys,<br />

eager and intent,and thepeople working*<br />

to see that they eat all they desire; with


n<br />

8 THE LOWELL<br />

tables groaning, and all light-hearted and<br />

of good Will.<br />

<strong>The</strong>n amid the playing of the bands,<br />

the cheering of the troops, our boys do<br />

justice to the fete, and bless in their<br />

hearts the.kind and open-hearted people<br />

of Honolulu, Such, was our banquet, which<br />

my weak pen will never be able to depict,<br />

as it appeared to us. Surely we see<br />

we are in a land of friends, and may God<br />

speed the day when Columbia has another<br />

star emblazoned on her banner, for under<br />

these circumstances who can doubt<br />

whether these people wish to link their<br />

destiny with that of our native land.<br />

After our banquet we were given the<br />

liberty of the town. Some wandered<br />

here and there. Everywhere America's<br />

sons were welcome and without price.<br />

We obtained everything free of expense,<br />

tran$port&tion, bathing, etc. I, with<br />

some others, made a trip into the country,<br />

to see Nature under a tropical<br />

sun. Going along in a horse car, over a<br />

shady street, here and there beautiful<br />

residences and gardens were seen. Here<br />

Nature was at her best. Soon we reached<br />

the end of the line and becoming infantry<br />

again we. came shortly to Kaprolani Park,<br />

with cocoanuts growing wild, and all<br />

Nature in her beauty. After eating cocoanuts<br />

here and resting awhile, we strode<br />

on forward till we came to the famed<br />

Waikiki Baths. Here we had a swim in<br />

the Pacific and felt quite refreshed.<br />

But time was too swift for us and soon<br />

we had to be shipward bound. Our going<br />

back was enlivened by a tropical<br />

rain storm. <strong>The</strong> sky grew dark, black<br />

and heavy clouds gave place to the sun<br />

and clear heaven, and we rode into a<br />

heavy shower. It required but little dme<br />

for us to be soaked, for the fTopical raindrops<br />

are large and hold a good deal of<br />

water. But then what these rain-drops<br />

gain in size they lose in time. In ten<br />

minutes the rain was over, the sun was<br />

and a beautiful rainbow was seen.<br />

Again Nature wore her wonted apfi<br />

ance. All was bathed in sui<br />

all traces of the. rain were obliterat<br />

In a short time we reached our <<br />

and heard with feelings of regret<br />

would leave the next morning.<br />

then one joy yet remained fbru$.|<br />

steamer l< Doric" arrived in the<br />

bringing sealed orders for our shi|S|<br />

garding our future movements; but<br />

we cared for, far more, the ship<br />

us letters from home, letters many;<br />

galore, showing that although gorie|<br />

are not forgotten. Soon all were-raj<br />

on reading these prized missives-?n<<br />

home, and many was the letter th'afejj<br />

read with tears.<br />

Many were the letters written bac]<br />

answer to those messages of love. Ms<br />

were the hours spent in sending<br />

tidings of good health and love to<br />

we left behind, binding tighter thanei<br />

the love between those gone awaywij<br />

the setting sun, and those left behind^<br />

our native city. .,><br />

That evening letters were coll<<br />

again and again, but writing still<br />

tinued, and not till the last minute of^t<br />

departure did the writing cease.<br />

next morning the prow of our ship<br />

turned westward and with the escortj<br />

the Charleston we left behind the hoi<br />

pitable shores of Hawaii. :<br />

Gradually as we go further and ft<br />

the land sinks below the horizon ai<br />

again we are on the open sea. N<<br />

surge through our minds the occurreni<br />

of those happy days spent in the P*<br />

of the Pacific. Those days in after yewfl<br />

will always linger in our minds, and nc?<br />

doubt if some of us fall in battle,<br />

tend to lighten our last struggle.<br />

light up the gloomy days of privation^<br />

should they ever come.<br />

Now sailing on majestically pver^the^<br />

deep, we strain every nerve that we.*^y|<br />

soon reach our gallant Admiral .jEteweffi;<br />

aad aid hkn in his work. Am$dollp«i<br />

inconveniences we are stres<br />

the thought that we are w<<br />

path of duty, and when thi*<br />

return again to our former<br />

conscious of duty done; anj<br />

need be, to go again througl<br />

ences for bur Sag.<br />

It is at night with mot<br />

gleaming above us thatj<br />

grows retrospective.<br />

days when we shall rei<br />

we all know will be as soi<br />

ble, for day and night th<<br />

our people behind us rise<br />

the chair of the Eternal<br />

his blessing and safe return 1<br />

we all know He will tio<br />

prayer?; and so living oh;<br />

day, sailing on to the land ofj<br />

with the prayers of our'pei|<br />

we cannot fail in our duty,<br />

lustre to fair California's nai<br />

in a short time we ,will be]<br />

friends.<br />

<strong>The</strong> Way of It.4<br />

He, this particular, he, of]<br />

very tall and fasr with deep<br />

He sang in a little churc]<br />

country town and sang divii<br />

least so the girl thought,<br />

ways went to that church]<br />

been christened there ant<br />

there, so why shouldn't sh<<br />

that he s>ang tfere made nj<br />

difference, she said to hersej<br />

anything happened and he<br />

the sermon seeded very d|<br />

service very long. I: r<br />

<strong>The</strong>y had never met, but<br />

each other as stranger? In<br />

always do. He was very at<br />

introduction, as he natural!'<br />

for she was very pretty- Bi<br />

creature who treats sonie<br />

and others so outrageously


•r* TKU LOWELL<br />

inconveniences we are strengthened by<br />

the thought that we are working in the<br />

path of duty, and when this war is Gver,<br />

return again to our former walks of life,<br />

conscious of duty done; and willing, if<br />

need be, to go again through our experiences<br />

for our flag.<br />

It is at night with moon and stars<br />

gleaming above us that the mind<br />

grows retrospective. We count the<br />

days when we shall return, which<br />

we all know will be as soon as possible,<br />

for day and night the prayers of<br />

our people behind us rise as incense to<br />

the chair of the Eternal God invoking<br />

his blessing and safe return for us. Ah !<br />

we a f l know He will not deny their<br />

prayer?; and so living on; from day to<br />

day, sailing on to the land of our destiny,<br />

with the prayers of our people, we feel<br />

we cannot fail in our duty, but will add<br />

lustre to fair California's name and again<br />

in a short time we will be among our<br />

friends.<br />

<strong>The</strong> Way of It.<br />

He, this particular he, of course, was<br />

very tall and fair with deep brown eyes.<br />

He sang in a little church in a small<br />

country town and sang divinely, too. At<br />

least so the girl thought. <strong>The</strong> girl always<br />

went to that church. She had<br />

been christened there and confirmed<br />

there, so why shouldn't she? <strong>The</strong> fact<br />

that he sang there made no particular<br />

difference, she said to herself, but when<br />

anything happened and he wasn't there<br />

the sermon seemed very dull and 'the'<br />

service very long.<br />

<strong>The</strong>y had never met, but had noticed'''<br />

each other as strangers in a small' 1 place'<br />

always do. He was very ankitiuVfor ah<br />

introduction, as he naturally* woa'ld 'be,<br />

for she was very pretty. But fate, that<br />

creature who tireats some people so well<br />

and others so outrageously mean, seemed<br />

to be against him and there did not appear<br />

to be any way tc outwit her. But<br />

the time came at last, as all times do,<br />

and it was a turning point m the Iifeof<br />

the girl. <strong>The</strong>re was a large garden party<br />

and the girl was invited. She was just<br />

eighteen at the time and he was six<br />

years older. She looked a perfect queen<br />

dressed in a pure white mull, with only<br />

a bunch of violets at her waist. Her<br />

eyes were as clear and blue as a summer<br />

sky and her hair sparkled in the sunshine<br />

like spun gold. Her large picture<br />

hat wafl placed carelessly on her head<br />

and, as a result, most becomingly. She<br />

did not know this, but he did, and<br />

immediately set out in search of a mutual<br />

friend. That convenient being<br />

having been found and brought from his<br />

lair, for he always seemed to have been<br />

hiding before, he soon found himselt<br />

talking with her, and it was not long<br />

before he was. walking and talking<br />

among the flowered paths away from the<br />

merry crowd. It seemed to the girl as<br />

though she had known him for years as<br />

she heard his low voice telling how<br />

often he had tried to meet her and how<br />

something had always intervened.<br />

<strong>The</strong> summer flew by altogether too<br />

quickly for him and the girl and the<br />

season was fast approaching when it<br />

would be too cool to stroll out in the<br />

evening, or take moonlight rides on the<br />

clear little river which skirted the town<br />

on" one side.<br />

But/by this time she had found out<br />

that his eyes could tell unnumbered<br />

: things, for Cupid, the little imp, had<br />

'not been idle all ttis while, and one<br />

afternoon in early January the walk in<br />

front of her home was paved with rice,<br />

and at the station tbe girl, happy and<br />

blushing, and he happy and proud, left<br />

for ji deligti*ful bbneymoon^amid- tears,<br />

old shoes and'more ritte. L. H. D:-


' ' '(<br />

THE LOWELL<br />

<strong>The</strong> Drunkard of the Drink*<br />

BY SALTKR WOTT.<br />

Old Pat at eve had drunk his fill,<br />

Where danced the lamp-post on the hilU<br />

And deep his mid-night bed had /made<br />

In lone Mike Kelley's alley's shade;<br />

But when the sun his beacon red<br />

Had kindled on old Pat's red head,<br />

<strong>The</strong> flat-sOled copper's heavy shoe<br />

Dashed from the half-ope bud the dew;<br />

And faint, from farther distance borne,<br />

Were heard the clanging hoof and horn,<br />

As nearer came the police patrol,<br />

And fear shook Pat to his very soul.<br />

As chief who hears his warder call,<br />

" To arms! the foeman storm the wall, JJ<br />

<strong>The</strong> half-drunk Pat, still half asleep,<br />

Sprung from the mud with one great leap;<br />

. But ere his fleet career he took<br />

<strong>The</strong> sweat drops from his head he shook,<br />

A moment gazed, his face grown pale,<br />

A moment thought of threatened jail,<br />

A moment listened to the cry<br />

That thickened as the cops drew nigh;<br />

<strong>The</strong>n, as the headmost foes appeared,<br />

With one brave bound the lane he cleared,<br />

And putting every nerve to play,<br />

He tried his best to get away.<br />

<strong>The</strong> wearied Pat was pausing now,<br />

Upon the city's southern brow,<br />

Where broad extended, fair below<br />

<strong>The</strong> hostile homes of many a foe.<br />

With anxious eye he wandered o'er<br />

Streets and lane? for a friendly door;<br />

And pondered refuge from his toil,.<br />

Where he at last his foes could foil.<br />

At last his eye found Michael's door,<br />

<strong>The</strong>re, he knew, he need'flee no more.<br />

Fresh vigor with the hope returned<br />

With flying foot the dirt he spurned,<br />

Held westward with unwearied flight,<br />

• And left the coppers out-of-sight<br />

.--..' .•.••iy!fi<br />

' • ' ' - ' ^ • ••''•, •'• '^-Jj<br />

HISTORY SHOWS ^:<br />

Wars<br />

and without ^^<br />

Colonel Matfecp,;:^<br />

Office shows tHatdur<br />

years only one ep<br />

whidi ^e^attacldajf<br />

mal warnitig t^r<br />

ities. "That%iiifi<br />

Of the causes<br />

which the<br />

object iii:;4<br />

suddenness'<br />

wa^ tp •<br />

actuai^<br />

to-thrw'Ott;"<br />

sibUity \


WATS of the Past.<br />

HISTORY SHOWS THAT AIA EXCBPT<br />

ONE WEKB PRECIPITATED WITH-<br />

OUT WARNING.<br />

Wars generally begin unexpectedly<br />

and without warning. Investigation by<br />

Coloael Maurice of the British War<br />

Office shows that during a period, of 170<br />

years only one case can be found in<br />

which the attacking nation lodgfed formal<br />

warning before commencis,£ hostilities.<br />

That nation was France in 1870.<br />

Of the causes of secrecy in 107 war<br />

which the color el has looked into, the<br />

object in 41 of them was to gain time by<br />

suddenness of attack ; in 12, the desire<br />

was to postpone, as long as possible, the<br />

actual admission of a state of hostility or<br />

to throw on the other power the responsibility;<br />

in 9 cases sudden attack was<br />

made to anticipate designs of another<br />

power, respecting which secret information<br />

had been received; 16 were raids,<br />

reprisals, pressure and other things not<br />

wholly war; 4 were violations of neutral<br />

frontiers during the progress of war, and<br />

in 5 ihe nation slipped into war by giving<br />

help to another State.<br />

Away back in history when folks took<br />

things more leisurely than nowadays,<br />

it was always announced by heralds and<br />

ample time was given for preparation.<br />

THE LOWELL ri<br />

As the centuries rolled on, however, the<br />

enemy did not receive so much consideration,<br />

though neutral powers were<br />

duly informed. For a long time now<br />

the custom has been to conceal the intention<br />

until the commencement of actual<br />

hostilities disdcres it. And it is tolerably<br />

certain that the ne-tt war will open with<br />

far less warning than usually precedes a<br />

thunderstorm. <strong>The</strong>re are manj '"rood.<br />

reasons for this. Swiftness of commuaication,<br />

destruetiveness of modern<br />

artillery, ease and mobilization, the telegraph<br />

and the great advantage of striking<br />

the first blow have entirely altered<br />

the aspect of warfare.<br />

<strong>The</strong> United States in 1812 declared<br />

war against Great Britain by an act of<br />

Congress on June iS, but it had actually<br />

begun hostilities the previous April by<br />

laying an embargo on all ships in American<br />

ports. It was not until July 25th<br />

that the British learned what the state<br />

of affairs was, and then not by an intimation<br />

from Uncle Sam, but by means<br />

of dispatches sent by the schooner Mackerel<br />

from Halifax.<br />

<strong>The</strong> United States war with Mexico<br />

likewise, was not the subject of a formal<br />

declaration till May i8th, although hostilities<br />

had been in progress since Ma:ch<br />

4, 1846.


My Lady Friend.<br />

I a&x a detective, hitherto unknown,<br />

t of late thrown into prominence by<br />

t the press pleased to call '* a most<br />

marvelous'investigation of a complicated<br />

prime." <strong>The</strong>re have beeu cases<br />

where men in tbeii; tiresome toil up the<br />

ladder of fame, have had thrown in their<br />

way a chanct to skip a stair. Such was<br />

my case. My sudden rise to favor in<br />

the public eye was probably occasioned<br />

not strictly by my own pbilities, but, as<br />

I-have said before^ a favor from Fame.<br />

Now to my story. I had just received<br />

an order from the chief of police to stop<br />

a!l present work and give my entire<br />

attention to the solution of a crime, the<br />

very daring and brutality of which had<br />

created a sensation, hitherto unknown.<br />

To say that I was greatly flattered by<br />

being vested with this important mission<br />

would be putting it rather mildly. <strong>The</strong><br />

chief had said, " Your previous successes<br />

have merited this appointment," and I<br />

firmly intended to have him keep his<br />

good opinion of me.<br />

<strong>The</strong> murder had b- a committed in a<br />

most respectable portion of the city, in<br />

fact a most fashionable locality. <strong>The</strong><br />

dead body of a man had been found there<br />

hacked, seemingly by a carving knife,<br />

beyond all hope of recognition. <strong>The</strong><br />

butler, together with the rest of the servauts,<br />

bad mysteriously disappeared before<br />

the police could question them. No<br />

trace of the murderer could be found. I<br />

spent my entire day there and was just<br />

about to hopelessly give up the attempt<br />

to fiud some njsans of identification when<br />

I saw a portion of a railroad ticket ia a<br />

little niche in the wall. It doubtlessly<br />

had been lost in the hurry to leave and<br />

ha4 remained undiscovered by the authorities.<br />

I concluded it had been hurriedly<br />

shoved there by the murderer in<br />

his attempt to remove all possible clues.<br />

T'se ;5)O was the portion of a first-class<br />

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ticket to New Jersey, where I figured the<br />

murderer intended fleeing in hopes £<br />

remaining unmolested. Suddenly an<br />

idea struck me and I examined the<br />

ticket for the date, but to my great<br />

chargin it was for the previous evening*<br />

I hurried from the house acci repaired<br />

with all speed to the railroad office<br />

where I attempted to gain informatics<br />

rer^rding the purchaser. No one ha$<br />

the slightest remembrance of him, and<br />

as I was disappointedly leaving the<br />

office, the clerk called to me; Ai I hardly<br />

think that the remaining portion of that<br />

ticket will be accepted by the conductor,<br />

and if you wish you might still not<br />

be too late to cafceh him; the next train<br />

leaves to-night." Delightedly I caught<br />

the idea and immediately purchased a<br />

ticket. Thanking the clerk for his plan<br />

I hurriedly turned to leave the store. Not<br />

seeing anyone I ran directly into a slim<br />

young woman with a most vareworn face.<br />

With a hurried apology I rushed on<br />

turning back however for a second look<br />

at her. Her face was a very striking<br />

one, not at all like the average girl's; its<br />

lines being hard and marked, giving her<br />

the appearance of h aving a deep determination<br />

and a strong will. Altogether<br />

the face was not one which<br />

could be easily forgotten.<br />

I took the car to ray house and after<br />

packing my grip and penning a few lines<br />

to the chief, ate a hurried meal and<br />

started for the train.<br />

In the haste of my departure, I had<br />

forgotten all about the girl, whose face<br />

had so impressed me, until, on arriving<br />

at the depot, I came face to face with her.<br />

Seeing that we were both going on the<br />

same train I begged her to allow me to<br />

carry her grip. She very pleasantly<br />

complied in a rather strange voice.<br />

When we boarded the car I found<br />

that she occupied the same section<br />

with me and not being adverse tc company<br />

I soon entered into an animated<br />

conversation. She soeol<br />

glancing around from ti<br />

looking for some c^fe.<br />

ordinary topics ^ until<br />

she, being very wac<br />

tired. I foHowed 9conj<br />

I lay in my berth tf iota £j<br />

companion. Her nerj<br />

thinking as to what cou<br />

cause. Finally, havii<br />

satisfactory conclusion,<br />

less sleep from which I|<br />

middle of the night; T«<br />

ing furiously at^dme?;<br />

opened the sash of tj<br />

looked out, giving ?ip;a<br />

slumber. I again fell i\<br />

which I was suddenly<br />

voice of - joy<br />

" Strange," she? was sai<br />

Forbes, here on r * this<br />

stop and again^'Nb. 1^<br />

I jumped up of a sudd*<br />

cions aroused i'- WLat<br />

she repeating ray natm<br />

and the n timber' of thl<br />

the murder was; cbmnni<br />

was stretched to its gre<br />

iisteued for another wo:<br />

tray her identife<br />

and X lay awake, thinkii<br />

ray of morning 1 strui<br />

<strong>The</strong>n I arose; dressed<br />

side. She had certain]<br />

but what could thos<br />

When I returned to th|<br />

ting next to the wksdcifl<br />

refreshed and witlia tiq<br />

I sat down next to<br />

her thinking tb elicit :<br />

as to her occupation, etc<br />

out no more than;that i<br />

lady on a visit tev'so<br />

Jersey. Her manner<br />

not straightforward but<br />

and the spark p<br />

rapidly liecoming<br />

sation gradually<br />

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conversation. She seemed very nervous,<br />

glancing around from time to time as if<br />

looking for some one. We conversed on<br />

ordinary topics until 9 o'clock when<br />

she, being very much worn out, retired.<br />

I followed soon afterward and as<br />

I lay in my berth thought of my strange<br />

companion. Her nervousness set me<br />

thinking as to what could be the possible<br />

cause. Finally, having come to no<br />

satisfactory conclusion, I fell into a restless<br />

sleep from which I awoke about the<br />

middle of the night. <strong>The</strong> train was puffing<br />

furiously at some small station and I<br />

opened the sash of the window and<br />

looked out, giving up all hope of further<br />

slumber. I again fell into a reverie from<br />

which I was suddenly aroused by the<br />

voice of my acquaintance below.<br />

" Strange," she was saying, '* Detective<br />

Forbes, here on this train.' <strong>The</strong>n a<br />

stop and again»"No. 142 Madison street."<br />

I jumped up of a sudden, all my suspicions<br />

aroused ! What could this mean,<br />

she repeating my name over to herself<br />

and the number of the house in which<br />

the murder was committed? Every nerve<br />

was stretched to its greatest tension as I<br />

listened for another word that might betray<br />

her identity. None came however,<br />

and I lay awake thinking, until the first<br />

say of morning struck ray window.<br />

<strong>The</strong>n I arose, dressed and went outside.<br />

She had certainly been dreaming<br />

but what could those words mean.<br />

When I returned to the car she was sitting<br />

next to the window looking greatly<br />

refreshed and with a novel in her hand.<br />

I sat down next to her and questioned<br />

her thinking to elicit some information<br />

as to her occupation, etc., but I could find<br />

out «o more than that she was a young<br />

lady ou a visit to some friend in New<br />

Jersey. Her manner and speech were<br />

uot straightforward but very hesitating,<br />

and the spark of my suspicions was<br />

rapidly becoming a flame. Our conversation<br />

gradually grew more constrained<br />

and, I fancy, she saw the suspicion in<br />

my eye, because she finally refused toconverse<br />

further and not a word was<br />

spoken until she requested roe to kindlyraise<br />

the window. I did this and resuraed<br />

my seat watching her narrowly. She<br />

put her head out of the window to survey<br />

the scenery ahead, when, to my intense<br />

astonishment her hair, coaxed by the<br />

wind, raised slightly upwards, revealing<br />

a close crop of hair different in color from<br />

that on the top of her head.<br />

.^Sfce seemed to feel it-rise for she<br />

quickly withdrew her head and gave me<br />

a* hasty glance. I quickly turned away<br />

but I imagine she saw the look of astonishment<br />

mingled with perplexity upon<br />

my face. Every moment my sus^icion^<br />

grew stronger and she grew more agitated.<br />

No conversation could be kept up.<br />

I simply could not encourage her tospeak<br />

Finally the night wore on and?<br />

once more we both retired, I making upmy<br />

mind to keep a close watch over her,<br />

and determined not to be caught napping:<br />

by any move of hers. I finally dropped<br />

off into a fitful slumber. I had not removed<br />

any of my clothes so that I could<br />

leave my berth at the slightest notice.<br />

About an hour afterward, I swoke<br />

with a jump just in time to see my femafa<br />

companion disappearing out of the back<br />

car door. Hastily jumping up, I took:<br />

my grip, put on my hat and silently followed.<br />

I saw her pass from car to car<br />

and, finally, upon reaching the back<br />

platform of the last one, after steadying<br />

herself for a moment threw her basket<br />

over the back and jumped. Without the<br />

least hesitancy I followed, taVvr.g the<br />

precaution to jump backward with my<br />

grip in front to break my fall. I had no<br />

sooner landed than she with a fla?h raised<br />

her weapon and fired It was too dark<br />

to see me so she fired above the spot I<br />

fell, thus thinking to reach me. She,<br />

however, missed her aim and like a flash<br />

I was upon her. She closed with tner


and I. trying to trip her by the skirt,<br />

powering my hand to graspj it, I now<br />

found my suspicions coufirmed. She<br />

had, before jumping, no duubt ridden<br />

herself of the skirt and my hand closed<br />


. A. KBLX.OGG.<br />

<strong>The</strong> second number of THE LOWELL an exceedingly clear, and satisfactory<br />

was certainly more carefully prepared description of the workings of the<br />

than the first Evidently more time was telephone system. <strong>The</strong> increasing ma-<br />

taken and the editors are learning by exchinery, organization and processes of<br />

perience.<br />

modern times will more and mere call<br />

<strong>The</strong> athletic department was fortunate ' for lucid descriptions of this kind. I<br />

in having a number of "events" to hope we shall see other attempts in this<br />

record. "Debate" could have been field and find similar descriptive talent<br />

strengthened by dealing in**an earnestway<br />

with 'certain living questions that<br />

present-in inanyotheTs.<br />

A<br />

are vital to the success and usefulness of<br />

the Debating Society. " School Notes "<br />

seem hardly up to the usual standard<br />

Editors always find it difficult to give<br />

this department just the right turn. To<br />

have it full of characteristic local items,<br />

avoiding all belittling personalities* as<br />

well as the commonplace and trivial—<br />

this is the ideal. Could not this department<br />

be enriched by notes about the<br />

Alumni ? It gives outlook to school life<br />

to keep in view the place and progress of<br />

those who have gone out from us. In<br />

their advancement and success others<br />

may find models for imitation, stimulating<br />

to high endeavor. ' ~<br />

<strong>The</strong>critical comment in the Exchange<br />

column is a good feature. This with the<br />

interspersing of selected witticisms gives<br />

quite an interest to this department of the<br />

paper.<br />

<strong>The</strong> variety of literary matter in the<br />

paper is considerable; seven pieces in all<br />

may be included. <strong>The</strong>y afford a larger<br />

•variety than usually appears in any one<br />

issue. <strong>The</strong> "Day with Central" is<br />

tr Spanish-American Sketch " is disappointing<br />

in that it seems to lack motive*<br />

Does the author wish to impress,<br />

us with the difference between the old<br />

Spanish days and modern times ? If so,<br />

souie characteristic incident set in the<br />

framework of old Mission life, or indeed<br />

a dozen other devices might be suggested,<br />

more effective than the one used'.<br />

We seem to be preparing for something<br />

that never comes. <strong>The</strong> outcome doesnot<br />

justify the introduction and circumstance<br />

of the earlier part of the sketch..<br />

Despite all this, there are indication^ in<br />

the article that make one confident the<br />

writer has. not done his best work.<br />

.— A u> Trump Card " contains a stirring;<br />

description of a foot ball game. <strong>The</strong>re<br />

is throughout attention to detail andt<br />

touches of realism. <strong>The</strong> motive seemsto<br />

be the power of foot ball to eliminate<br />

the cad from the sj'stem of a young gentlemen,<br />

Grafton Campbell by name, an


are yet in the friendship stag*, one is a<br />

little startled to hear the young woman<br />

address our hero as "Graft.' 1 Would not<br />

Grafton be quite sufficient?<br />

<strong>The</strong> final love scenes at the home of<br />

the young lady, where the all-important<br />

question is asked and answered, has this<br />

really fine stroke. " For a moment he<br />

did not speak. Could she love a worthless<br />

fellow like him ? He did not see<br />

how she could, and yet—and yet she<br />

might; a wild hope filled his heart."<br />

Now this humility of love, this reverence<br />

for womanhood is one of the best things<br />

in human nature, and it is truly and<br />

nobly touched here. <strong>The</strong> picture is<br />

marred however. To secure a bit of<br />

realism the author has represented<br />

"Graft" during this momentous interview,<br />

requesting permission of his divinity<br />

to smoke a cigarette in her presence.<br />

Of course it may be claimed that it is<br />

true to life; that all cigarette smokers<br />

feel hardly equal to a strenuous istua-<br />

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ticn unless fortified by their habitual<br />

smoke, but we fee! that the whole representation<br />

would be more delicate and'in<br />

higher, better sustained tone had he not<br />

" sat smiling at ner through the smoke<br />

of his cigarette." . • ',<br />

Of the remaining articles in the. paper<br />

I have not time to speak as they deserve.<br />

<strong>The</strong> principal one, " <strong>The</strong> Doctors Story "<br />

is well told ; th£ closing scene is handled<br />

with real power.<br />

" Who wrote the most, Dickens, Warren<br />

or Bulwer? " " Warren wrote c Now<br />

and <strong>The</strong>n,' aud Bulwer wrote ' Night<br />

and Morning/ aud Dickens wrote 'All<br />

the Year Round.'"—Independent.<br />

German Professor (in his lecture on<br />

water)—And then, gentlemen, do not<br />

forget, if vre had no water we could<br />

never learn to swim—and how many<br />

people woiild be drowned!<br />

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M«il Matter. • • • •<br />

Why is it that the. girls never contribute<br />

to the columns.'of THE .LOWSIA.<br />

This, makes the third issue of the paper -<br />

that the present management, has brought.<br />

outrand in the,three moctfhs.which have ,<br />

elapsed,, in,o^r,half %jten) only, three ,<br />

contributions froni.th^gjir^ Ji^veljepn re-,<br />

ceived. • *<br />

re<br />

Again we ask why is this so ? Certainly<br />

the girls know how to write just<br />

as well; if not better, than the boys. <strong>The</strong>y<br />

have had just as much training as the<br />

boys, or they would not be in the same'<br />

classes with them.<br />

Some girls say they have no time, for<br />

they have to do this and that and the<br />

other thing which the boys don't have<br />

to do. Why, the other day we actually<br />

heard one young lady remark that"it<br />

took her four hours to dress to go out in<br />

the evening. Mind, the editor don ? t<br />

mean to say that all the yoang ladiesdawdle<br />

around all that time; not by any<br />

means; but we dare say that if the boys*<br />

were questioned they could very easily<br />

name a large number;of things whichthe<br />

girls don't.have to do and which'<br />

they do have to do; and yet they find'<br />

time to contribute articles to THE LOW-<br />

.<br />

; But the girls; are not the only ones 1<br />

who fail to help -fill up our columns*;<br />

the middlers-and juniors are'just as bad'<br />

as


l8<br />

»»especially for from now 9b until<br />

t£e end of the term the Seniors will be<br />

very busy making preparations for the<br />

Senior dance, and therefore they won't<br />

have so much time to give to the paper.<br />

So get in now and help us out, and if we<br />

receive more contributions, which we are<br />

sadly afraid that we won't, than we can<br />

publish at once, why we'll save them<br />

and put them in next time.<br />

After a long period of inactivity, the<br />

young ladies interested in basket ball<br />

are organizing under their able leader,<br />

Miss Kingsbury. THE LOWELL wishes<br />

them entire success.<br />

Eastern<br />

vs.<br />

Western<br />

High<br />

Schools*<br />

Here is a question that needs<br />

deep consideration: Whether<br />

the system adopted by the Eastern<br />

High Schools generally is<br />

better than that to which we<br />

are accustomed. <strong>The</strong>ir system<br />

is this: School commences at<br />

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eight in the morning and at ten there<br />

is a short recess and it then continues<br />

right along till one. After that<br />

they need not return to school. This, of<br />

course has its advantages., and disadvantages.<br />

<strong>The</strong> early commencement<br />

?o.f school is, in our opinion an excellentidea.<br />

v <strong>The</strong> student has a freshness and<br />

vigor that does rot wear off so readily as<br />

when he does not come till nine. Also,<br />

the feet of the early dismissal is commendable.<br />

After the luncheon at one a<br />

student is free for the rest of the day and<br />

there is some chance of a little exercise<br />

before work, which is almost hopeless to<br />

those hard digging students here, who do<br />

not get oat till three, and who feel that<br />

if a sheep skin is to be obtained, aiternoon<br />

and evening should be devoted to<br />

trying for it. However, this system has<br />

its disadvantages. <strong>The</strong> fact that it makes<br />

unable to reach home before l?:<br />

would-be-almost too long to wait It'<br />

would be convenient if they had the:<br />

same system as the French schools have<br />

viz: that at half past ten and half past<br />

three a great tray of little French rolls is<br />

brought in and each scholar is given osse,.<br />

This certainly would allay to some extent<br />

the ravenous pangs of hunger which<br />

might afflict the student. But this would '<br />

hardly do in a cosmopolitan High School;<br />

of the United States. However, in our<br />

mind a most feasible way out of the difficulty<br />

would be to have the schools commence<br />

at eight, but dismiss at twelve<br />

for luncheon; then a short hour or one<br />

hour and a half afterwards would in 7x0.<br />

way be tiresome or tedious, and were<br />

school to dismiss at two it would not yet:<br />

be too late for a little exercise before<br />

study. A little running, base ball, or<br />

foot ball from two to four would greatly<br />

enhance the powers of application and<br />

endurance of the students.<br />

Senior<br />

Class<br />

fleeting.<br />

On the 26th of October the<br />

Senior class had a meeting in<br />

the hall. President Saunders<br />

occupied the chair, and after<br />

.••>:"-w,*i«rv;<br />

;Ji»<br />

, calling the meeting to,order<br />

he stated that the purpose of the meeting<br />

was to discuss the Senior dance.<br />

Shay moved that the President appoint<br />

an Arrangement Committee of eight and<br />

a Reception Committee of twelve. A dler<br />

proposed an amendment, namely to x.$£0&<br />

make the Arrangement Committee fif- ~'\3^fe<br />

teen instead of eight. Cahill objected >>v_<br />

to the amendment saying that since the<br />

class was so small that if they had such - ,<br />

a large paiT of committees they would<br />

: ;^<br />

have all committees and no class. <strong>The</strong><br />

amendment was defeated and the motion<br />

i<br />

y' : carried in its original form.<br />

A<br />

'<strong>The</strong> next btrainess-vwj<br />

tJje amount to<br />

member of the<br />

assesr.ment be $1.50,: 25!<br />

last year, inasmuch as tl<br />

so much smaller thai*<br />

President asked the mo^j<br />

applied to the girls and]<br />

did. After some; discus<br />

dent asked for soine'bifiL<br />

Miss Polexfen respdndei<br />

since they all bad to get<br />

the same place, nainelj<br />

pockets, she thought tl<br />

pay as much as the<br />

<strong>The</strong> motion was carrij<br />

girls as weU as boys %r<br />

adjourned.<br />

"Dear me, that was:<br />

fell overboard in mid-o<br />

day, and never was seen<br />

Hicks. ^<br />

u Drowned? ''^jked ft<br />

"Oh, no? of course<br />

his ankle, probably/ 1 sai^<br />

Little James had 1 been<br />

that his father ha


<strong>The</strong> next business was the fixing of<br />

the amount to be contributed by each<br />

member of the class. Cahiil moved the<br />

assessment be $ 1.50, 25 cts. more than<br />

last year, inasmuch as the class of'99 is<br />

so much smaller than thai of.'98. <strong>The</strong><br />

President asked the mover if the motion<br />

applied to the girls and was told that it<br />

did. After some discussion the Presir<br />

dent asked for some of the girls' opinions.<br />

Miss Polexfen. responded and said that<br />

since they all had to get the money from<br />

the same place, namely their fathers'<br />

pockets, she thought the girls should<br />

pay as much as the boys.<br />

<strong>The</strong> motion was carried applying to<br />

girls as well as boys and the meeting<br />

adjourned.<br />

" Dear me, that was terrible! Man<br />

fell overboard in mid-ocean the other<br />

day, and never was seen again ! " said<br />

Hicks.<br />

Ci Drowned? " asked Mrs. Hicks.<br />

"Oh, no? of course not. Sprained<br />

his ankle, probably," said Hicks.<br />

Little James had been telling a visitor<br />

that his father had got a new set of false<br />

teeth.<br />

'• Indeed,".said the visitor, " and what<br />

will he do with the old set ?."<br />

'* Oh, I suppose," replied little James,<br />

u they'll cut 'ein down and make me<br />

v;ear 'em. 1 *<br />

Socrates— 4I Demosthenes, you're not<br />

the only pebble on the beach."<br />

Demosthenes—" No, I have the other<br />

in my mouth."—Ex.<br />

r THE iOWELL<br />

EDITED BY CHA8. G. NOBRIS, '99.<br />

Before commencing to review the<br />

papers that have come to our -iesk this<br />

month, we wish to say a few words concerning<br />

the manner in which some of the<br />

exchange editors write their reviews upon<br />

papers they receive. What is the use<br />

of devoting a column and a half to a long<br />

list of names, very wearisome and uninteresting,<br />

with the title at the head read:<br />

ing: "Here is a list of sottteofour exchanged<br />

received ihisvwnthr We do not<br />

exchange for the'saJce of having it just<br />

mentioned with such words as, " We<br />

acknowledge the receipt of the LOWEIX.<br />

During our experience we have found<br />

that the United States mail is generally<br />

sun. and we take it for granted that the<br />

papers are received by those to whom,<br />

they are addressed, and it is but a waste of<br />

time and ink to insert the acknowledgement<br />

of it Another thing we should<br />

like to suggest to our fellow exchange<br />

editors : If you do not like an article cr<br />

a paper do not think you must omit it<br />

from your columns because you must<br />

needs say something unpleasant about<br />

it. That is absurd"; sit down and say in<br />

good, round terms that the article or paper<br />

is displeasing to you and te.ll why<br />

you dou't like it. Criticise' it as you"<br />

think it ought to be criticised. It may<br />

do sbtne good.<br />

"<strong>The</strong> Story of Ruth,"'by Emily C.<br />

Du Bois, in the High School Folio, is an<br />

excellent, well-handled piece of work<br />

showing admirable • tact in dealing with<br />

a hackneyed subject. <strong>The</strong> manner in<br />

which the story is told is at once clever<br />

and remarkable as it is related from the


atandpoint of a critic, a spectator and a<br />

narrator, and great skill and care has<br />

been used in its composition. It is not<br />

an essay of a high school girl, making<br />

her farewell address to her teacher and<br />

class mates, but it is a well-written, wellconceived<br />

and well constructed article<br />

for which Miss Du Bois deserves praise,<br />

and she most certainly has the hearty<br />

congratulations of the LOWELL. <strong>The</strong><br />

form of the High School Folio should not<br />

pass without notice. It is very artistic.<br />

We wish to compliment the Central<br />

Seminary on possessing a true artist.<br />

<strong>The</strong> cover design is exceptionally good,<br />

showing originality, cleverness and art,<br />

yet with a simplicity which is very commendable.<br />

<strong>The</strong> heading "Locals" isalso<br />

very good. Mr. Todd should be congratulated<br />

on his ability.<br />

Ke—Have you read Carlyle's 4 *Essay<br />

on Barns?"<br />

Sbe—No, I hate a medical treatise.<br />

—Ex.<br />

Dolly—<strong>The</strong>y say he had to settle a<br />

quarter of a million on his eldest daughter<br />

because of a mole on her forehead.<br />

Jack—That was a case of spot cash.<br />

—Ex.<br />

<strong>The</strong> Banner, from Oregon, is at hand.<br />

<strong>The</strong> paper is, vre understand, undergoing<br />

a change. Under the management of<br />

the new editor, Mr. Gherviu, we are sure,<br />

from what we kuow through our own<br />

columns, of his ability with the pen, that<br />

the paper will enjoy great success. Mr.<br />

Ghervin is of the class of '97 of <strong>Lowell</strong><br />

High School.<br />

We wish to congratulate <strong>The</strong> Aegis<br />

from Bloomington, 111., oa its artistic<br />

appearance. <strong>The</strong> idea of the cover is<br />

very well conceived. <strong>The</strong> reading matter<br />

is also especially good. "Old Qree 1 -<br />

Education" is a subject treated in a<br />

masterful way in the article having th-it<br />

name. Let us suggest to anyone who is<br />

THE LOWELL<br />

studying Greek history at<br />

read this. • -<br />

11 Little drops of water,<br />

Little grains of sand,<br />

Make the milkman wealthy<br />

And the grocer grand,*'<br />

^N;:--<br />

<strong>The</strong> Greylcch Echo seems rather<br />

in sending its exchanges. Howey^ifc|^<br />

is a very neat little paper* descrying ,v<br />

great praise for its cover, which shwj^.;:^<br />

some artistic merit, and for its intereife-'|?|fr<br />

ing reading matter. <strong>The</strong> story ^entitlei^^<br />

"Out of the Frying Pan" is to be esjp^ |^<br />

daily noticed. <strong>The</strong> ending is rather ,f<br />

disappointing; with so good a beginning^<br />

one expects something more. It seetrisj"<br />

to have been hurried towards its close:£<br />

but some parts are excellent. Tfee-author's<br />

power of description is wondjfci^r<br />

f«l. <strong>The</strong> first scene and the description^<br />

of the scene in the glass factory are somip<br />

of tbe best things we have ever had tie v<br />

pleasure of reading. We should like to>;<br />

see more of the author's work. )A.<br />

4 'A Vacation Trip in the Yellowstone'^<br />

in • the September Calendar is a well-?<br />

written, interesting sketch. <strong>The</strong> illus^<br />

trations are especially good. '/%<br />

"Johnny," said the school boy's moth-;-,<br />

er, "do you like arithmetic?'* :^<br />

"No'm, I think the influence of ibiat '<br />

book is unwholesome and depressing " -<br />

"Why?" w<br />

"Because it's full of horrible exam- '1<br />

P 1 *' 1 -Ex.<br />

<strong>The</strong> Occident of September 16th fro«P<br />

U. C, Berkeley, has a story in it by<br />

Alex Gorden which is very good. It is<br />

characteristic of many things and of<br />

many persons. It is characteristic *di<br />

college life, college fellows and college<br />

co-eds, and it is a characteristic story;<br />

published in a characteristic college<br />

journal. It is very cleverly witten.<br />

<strong>The</strong> TY&ad is<br />

published by the<br />

Academy, Saco, M<br />

little more gj<br />

enhance its iateres<br />

"Pa, can yoa s«<br />

cope than with tb<br />

'•Of course you<br />

"How can thai<br />

everything; nearer i<br />

Scholar R<br />

giving of twenty<br />

the senate," Prcfej<br />

school fcr<br />

corner—-''Oh,<br />

f<br />

tilarly once a<br />

filled with<br />

issue oi ^gjp&rj<br />

been turned intc^pdj<br />

of which are'-excel<br />

idea and the fataltles<br />

S<br />

:; he is a poet and i^as<br />

A Jersey'"Cl.t^dn<br />

collection of tlie que<br />

from the p^flipie W<br />

the store for thicks i<br />

a few samples, of ttie<br />

(i This chiloV S?<br />

you five cents to bui<br />

for a groan tip adult<br />

Another reads, "I<br />

barer five sense ^<br />

for to gargle<br />

, - •. v<br />

<strong>The</strong> SmrchligM ii<br />

a very neat aud iute<br />

journal, but mi^ht<br />

change editor that<br />

does not depecd onti<br />

it produces ?jHe;$bt<br />

ture by the words^es;<br />

etf, excitement^ et^t<br />

his sole expression^


&*<br />

*.. •}<br />

THE<br />

<strong>The</strong> Tripod is a, neat little magazine<br />

published by the students of Thorton<br />

Academy, Saco, Maine, but are think a<br />

little more reading matter would greatly<br />

enhance its interest and literary merit.<br />

"Pa, can you see further with a teles*<br />

cope than with the naked eye ?"<br />

•*Of course you can* Johnny."<br />

"How can that "be, when it brings<br />

everything nearer?"<br />

—Ex.<br />

Scholar (reading CaesarJ—"A thanksgiving<br />

of twenty days was decreed by<br />

the senate." Professor— u Just think, no<br />

school for twenty days." Voice from<br />

corner— u Oh, that we had a Caesar !"<br />

—Ex.<br />

<strong>The</strong> Stanford Sequoia comes to. us regularly<br />

once a week, in good form and<br />

ijiled with interesting material. <strong>The</strong><br />

wue of September 23rd seems to have<br />

been turned into poetical channels, some<br />

of which are excellent, especially the<br />

idea and the faultless form of the ''Three<br />

Sonnets." Mr. Story belies his name;<br />

he is a poet and as such he is excellent.<br />

A Jersey City druggist is making a<br />

collection of the queer orders he receives<br />

from the people who • send children to<br />

the store for things they need. Here are<br />

a few samples of them :<br />

''This child is my little girl. I send<br />

you five cents to buy two sitless powders<br />

for a groan up adult, who is sike,"<br />

Another reads, "Der Dochter, pies gif<br />

barer five sense worse of Aunty Toxyn<br />

for to gargle babi's throat and obleage."<br />

Ex.<br />

<strong>The</strong> Searchlight is improving. It is<br />

a very neat and interesting high school<br />

journal, but might we suggest to the exchange<br />

editor that the value of a story<br />

does not depend on the excitement which<br />

it produces ? He doubtless judges literature<br />

by the words excite, exciting, excited,<br />

excitement, etc., as he uses them as<br />

his sole expression of criticism.<br />

A story in the High School Argits ftom.<br />

Harrisburg, Pa., entitled "Twice Accepted"<br />

needs some criticism, both in<br />

praise and the opposite. First, the form<br />

in which the story is written must be<br />

commended; it is attractive and lecd& interest<br />

to the story. <strong>The</strong> title also is<br />

good and the interest of the story is kept<br />

up to the end. But the reader cannot:<br />

help feeling disappointed as he reaches<br />

the end. He has been led to expect &<br />

good ending, something on which the<br />

whole story will hang, but as it ia, a.<br />

miserable substitute is put in its place, a<br />

farcical letter writing without point and<br />

without interest. He gives the reader an<br />

idea that he has omitted or skippedsome<br />

part of the story and he involuntarily<br />

turns back to look for it. Otherwise<br />

the story has merit. <strong>The</strong> disposition of<br />

the heroine is natural, but the other girl<br />

is too much like her to give to either of<br />

them their true merit. <strong>The</strong> men also'<br />

are good, and what one might call the<br />

"painting" of the story is excellent.<br />

<strong>The</strong> author does not spend time or space<br />

in enlarging on the beauties of nature<br />

but he leaves it to the imagination of his>*~<br />

readers, which is very clever. <strong>The</strong>n,<br />

too, he knows how to describe a girl,<br />

which most amateur authors do not.<br />

Altogether it is a good story with many<br />

merits and many faults.<br />

O, what did the 'linseed oil ?"<br />

And where did the u sugar camp ?"<br />

What did the sheet "tin foil ?"<br />

And why did the "postage stamp ?"<br />

From whence did the "mineral spring?"*<br />

And why did the "lemon drop ?*'<br />

How long did the "wedding ring ?"<br />

And whom did the "organ stop?"<br />

What made the old "fence rail ?"<br />

And why did the "thunder clap?"<br />

What turned the "dinner pail ?"<br />

And who heard the "ginger snap?"<br />

—Ex.


THE LOWELL<br />

Mr. Milligan possesses a large degree<br />

of literary talent. Sotne of his work<br />

appears in <strong>The</strong> Tamarachy from Detroit<br />

College and is very commendable.<br />

One of the best magazines that has<br />

ever come from university, college or<br />

High School is <strong>The</strong> White and Gold%<br />

from Mills College, GaL Its exterior is<br />

dainty, and at the same time very artistic.<br />

But tae literary work is par exuiiente*<br />

Miss Maud E. Culton has<br />

written an article in it entitled "<strong>The</strong><br />

Druid of the Purest," in which she<br />

eulogizes Bryant. It should have found<br />

its place in something.better than a college<br />

journal even though that college<br />

journal is <strong>The</strong> White and Geld.: Another<br />

literary effort, although of a different<br />

branch of literature is no less commendable.<br />

This is a story called. "With<br />

Love that Fails Not." It is well written<br />

and very interesting: "<strong>The</strong> South City<br />

Parson*' must not be passed without<br />

notice. It is a character study, one of<br />

the most difficult in literature, and this is<br />

admirably done.<br />

<strong>The</strong> Latin and High School Review*<br />

Cambridge, Mass., lias both poets and<br />

artists for contributors. <strong>The</strong> heading to<br />

"Athletics" is one of the cleverest and<br />

most artistic bits of work we have seen.,<br />

Here is a specimen of their poetry :<br />

A MIDNIGHT ADVENTURE.<br />

A rat sedebat on our fence.<br />

As iaeta as could be,<br />

Her vox surgebat to the skies,<br />

Cancbat merrily.<br />

My clamor was of no avail<br />

Though clare did I cry,<br />

Conspexit me with mild reproof,<br />

And winked her alter eye.<br />

Quite vainly jeci boots a lamp,<br />

Some bottles and a book •<br />

Ergo I seized my pistol, et/<br />

My aim cum cura took.<br />

1 had six shots dixi, "Ye gods,;:<br />

. May I that felis kill I. T . . - (<br />

Quamquam I took six of her liyes,<br />

<strong>The</strong> other three sang stilL, •<br />

<strong>The</strong> felis sang with major vim,<br />

Though meus aim was true;<br />

Conatus sum putare quid<br />

Intonitru I'd do.<br />

A scheme advenit to my head,<br />

Scivi 'twould make her wince,<br />

I sang! Et then the hostis fled,<br />

Non earn vidi since.<br />

M., '98*<br />

A poem entitled "<strong>The</strong> Buttercup v<br />

appears in the Aegis and is very good,<br />

the r.uthor taking a form of poetry which<br />

is very difficult and doing it extremely<br />

well. '<br />

Bright Soph. Qnst dipping into mathematics)<br />

: '• Say, what geometrical figure "r<br />

does an escaped parrot present?"<br />

Senior: u Give it up.*'<br />

Soph.: " Why, polygon, of course."—<br />

Ex.<br />

Where is the Exchange Column in the<br />

Normal Record from Chico, Cal. ?<br />

<strong>The</strong> White and Blue has an artist<br />

sonewhere. His work is excellent. We<br />

offer our congratulations to the White<br />

and Blue on possessing such an able<br />

contributor.<br />

<strong>The</strong> Book Reviews in the Howara-<br />

Payne Exponent are excellent. This is<br />

a new idea in college journalism which<br />

we wish to heartily praise.<br />

We wish to thank Mr. Turner, of the<br />

High School Argus, for his kind mention<br />

of us in his Exchange Column. <strong>The</strong><br />

compliment may be returned and we return<br />

it with cordiality. Mr, Turner's<br />

work is excellent. He possesses the<br />

true idea of artistic drawing and the<br />

cover of the Argus is well conceived and<br />

well drawn. We should like to see<br />

something more of his work.<br />

;<br />

M.$<br />

Before we<br />

a word to Thc<br />

cf such a pa^r;<br />

and very,<br />

of <strong>The</strong> A<br />

e.<br />

: '- ; -Srf.'T 1<br />

1: - W y^


7A V<br />

Before we close we would like to say<br />

a word to <strong>The</strong> £olkge. Athlete. <strong>The</strong> idea<br />

of such a paper we consider a good; one<br />

and very corainendable and tl*e editors<br />

THE LOWELL 23.<br />

We should also be gratified if you will<br />

exchange with us, as we greatly appreciate<br />

the paper and would be.sorry to lose<br />

sight of so attractive a magazine. T\r<br />

of <strong>The</strong> Athlete may rely on us for support, Athleis has the good wishes and hearty<br />

Mr. E. Robinson, 3 Liberty street, of th ; support of THS LpwELX. > ' ^;<br />

city, will gladly correspond/with you.<br />

U O non intellego," ait Caesar, nou<br />

tarn torrid us es." Ariovistus respondi<br />

" Noa saxum solum in litore es."<br />

Noble Metaphor—An* orator at one of<br />

the university unions bore off the palm<br />

of merit when he declared that " the<br />

British lion, whether it is roaming the<br />

deserts, cf India or climbing the forests<br />

of Canada, will not draw in its horns or<br />

retire into its shell."<br />

Mudkins —What would you say, sir, if<br />

I should tell you that I love your<br />

daughter ?<br />

Mr. Cashtuburn—Not a word, sir:<br />

not a word ! Your audacity would simply<br />

hold me spellbound.


During the last month many things<br />

have transpired to change almost completely<br />

the nature of the Debating Society.<br />

This is due, in a great measure,<br />

to the election held on October 7th Beside<br />

the good effects of the change in<br />

officers, a great deal of interest was excited,<br />

among the other members of the<br />

school, so much, in fact, that during the<br />

two weeks previous to the election the<br />

membership was doubled. At first<br />

however, the results of this increase were<br />

just the opposite of what was expected<br />

<strong>The</strong> President, Mr. Adler, was scarcely<br />

able to maintain order. Notwithstanding<br />

ail this the results of the election<br />

have proven this to be a great benefit<br />

T..>e officers elected on October 7th<br />

were as follows: Mr. Maddux, President;<br />

Mr. Drucker, Vice-president, and.Mr<br />

Shay, Secretary. It is<br />

,Madduxthatthes^<br />

««4*«,.qa,eteddown and prepared for<br />

the competition for the school term. <strong>The</strong><br />

me hods of Mr. Adler in coping wi h the<br />

KD1TED BY A. VEILER.<br />

the society and nearly destroyed it. <strong>The</strong><br />

next meeting Mr. Maddux, with great<br />

force and personality, was able to prevent<br />

the recurrence of such a scene, and<br />

finally he has managed to bring the society<br />

entirely under his control. Our<br />

president, it must be confessed, is at<br />

times a triae informal, but if any one<br />

urges that this is a fault, he should re.<br />

member that parliamentary law was<br />

maae for societies, not societies for parlwmentary<br />

iaw. Indeed, the results<br />

seem to justify the belief that his is the<br />

only method that can keep pe.ftct order<br />

in the society.<br />

after" t^T 1 "- 215 '' the firSt meetin *<br />

after the election, the society resolved<br />

"self ,ato the United States Senate. <strong>The</strong><br />

: ! ^ u s s e d T O a r e s o h t a l ,<br />

tne respective merits of the Ad-<br />

Sampson and Schley. At the<br />

:, October 28thra-modcr,trial ,<br />

Ed Parsons was charged<br />

<strong>The</strong><br />

Messrs.<br />

ia! evidence,<br />

defense<br />

actions.<br />

Hmited ' ^portant witeft<br />

° Ut<br />

••-..Ti^s* 1<br />

W,<br />

"}•%'."';',<br />

was fally able to bi<br />

points. After, j4^e,<br />

returned the'veifdict<br />

<strong>The</strong> first debate<br />

places act the school,<br />

Friday, Nov«rab<br />

be resolved that<br />

to France, It'is pi<br />

loggand Mr. Clark<br />

the respective merii<br />

At present there are<br />

in the tournament,<br />

fine showing for a si<br />

over one hundred<br />

would not ail vise<br />

place oii the teacd if<br />

himself capable of del<br />

f.ing team in the<br />

league, as it would 1<br />

time and patience,<br />

that we shall be able<br />

a team as we had a y<<br />

the material ought nol<br />

Since Mr, Detstcfc,<br />

several high schools,


• • • • ' - ' : (<br />

THE L<br />

was fully able to bring oat any strong<br />

points. After, due deliberation the jury<br />

returned the verdict of "not guilty/'<br />

<strong>The</strong> first debate of the contest for<br />

places on the school team will take place<br />

Friday, November 4th- <strong>The</strong> subject will<br />

be resolved that Napoleon was a benefit<br />

to France, It is probable that Mr Kellogg<br />

and Mr. Clark will be the judges of<br />

the respective merits of the debaters.<br />

At preseut there are about twelve entries<br />

in the tournament, which is not a very<br />

fine showing for a society that numbers<br />

over one hundred members. Still I<br />

would not advise anyone to try for a<br />

place on the team if he does not consider<br />

himself capable of debating on the winning<br />

team in the proposed debating<br />

league, as it would only be a waste of<br />

time and patience. It is to be hoped<br />

that we shall be able to secure as strong<br />

a team as we had a year ago. Certainly<br />

the material ought not be wanting.<br />

Since Mr. Deutch, on the request of<br />

several high schools, submitted to us a<br />

proposition concerning the formiogof an<br />

association of the debating societies of<br />

the various high schools of gie*8tatef/we<br />

have heard very little about the matter.<br />

It is to be hoped that the idea will notbe<br />

dropped, as an intellectual Contest<br />

amatig the schools of California is needed<br />

to a much greater extent and will be<br />

far more beneficial than the semi-.annual<br />

athletic tournament.<br />

It is too bad that all of the young lady<br />

members of the society either do not<br />

deem themselves able to compete in the<br />

tournament or are too bashful to do so.<br />

Last year there were several that did so,<br />

and won high places in the contest. One,<br />

at least, Miss Day, would probably have<br />

been in the school team if she had debated<br />

in the final debate of the tournament,<br />

I am sure that there are among<br />

the young ladies debaters as good, if not<br />

better, than those among the boys, so that<br />

there is really no reason for their not.<br />

competing.<br />

2 5


<strong>The</strong> class of '99 has determined to<br />

have a•'*senior dance" as any senior<br />

will tell you who has to part with his<br />

•dollar and a half. <strong>The</strong> date has not yet<br />

been fixed, but it is understood that it<br />

will be some time in the last week of this<br />

term. <strong>The</strong> Friday evening that school<br />

closes will probably be chosen, so that<br />

il may be a double celebration.<br />

<strong>The</strong> Committtie of Arrangements, appointed<br />

by the president of the class,<br />

J. H. Saunders, is as follows: Chairman,<br />

J. H. Saunders, Misses Holmes,<br />

Crowe, Clark and Polexfen, and Messrs.<br />

Stanley Tashira, Walter Bundschu atid<br />

•Sidney Goldman.<br />

Thft Reception Committee has not yet<br />

•been determined upon.<br />

Frank Hooper has been appointed<br />

Floor Manager with Ed. Behlow .as<br />

Assistant.<br />

<strong>The</strong> assessment has been fixed at one<br />

•dollar and a half; and three double invitations<br />

apiece are to be granted. We<br />

-wish '99 all the success that attended<br />

the dance of the class of '98.<br />

THE S. C. D. C.<br />

Since the last issue of the LOWELX,<br />

•the Senior Class Dancing Club has: held<br />

several meetings, all of which were considered<br />

successes la every detail. <strong>The</strong><br />

number of members is increasing at such<br />

a rate that but few more can be admitted<br />

to membership. A fancy dress party for<br />

October 29th is being looked forward to<br />

with great anticipation by the members.<br />

EDITED BY CHESTER WAGNER.<br />

Fraternities.<br />

<strong>The</strong> Tbeta Chi fraternity have added<br />

to their membership during the past<br />

month H. Russell, a member of the<br />

senior class.<br />

/ <strong>The</strong> Pi Delta Kappa fraternity has<br />

/ initiated six new men this term. <strong>The</strong><br />

, unfortunates who were made to ride the<br />

goat are: Oscar F. Plageman, Robert<br />

• A. Craig, J. Sheldon Potter, Fred S.<br />

Lewitt, Rufus Hodge and A. W. Splivals.<br />

Whitman Prentice, a member of the'<br />

Pi Delta Kappa fraternity, left on a<br />

pleasure trip through the United States,<br />

and will not return before Christmas.<br />

<strong>The</strong> Lambda <strong>The</strong>ta Phi Sorority have<br />

swelled their number this term with six<br />

nev; members. <strong>The</strong> lucky ones are:<br />

Misses Lois Sherman, Lila Vincent, Ina<br />

^ay Ball, Alice Burr, Edna Girvan and<br />

Jean Bruas.<br />

PERSONAL.<br />

We regret very much to state that<br />

Miss Vida French, a member of the<br />

Lambda <strong>The</strong>ta Phi Sorority, has left the<br />

school. She has continued her work at<br />

Mills Seminary, where, we understand,<br />

she is as popular as ever.<br />

A good percentage of the members or<br />

the class of '9s, who continued their<br />

work at the University of California,<br />

have become members of a college fraternity.<br />

It will be seen that the *najority<br />

of them were fraternity men at the<br />

High School. Those that have been<br />

taken in are: Ed and Frai<br />

the Delta Kappa Epsildtt;<br />

by tjie Phi Gamma <strong>The</strong>ta;<br />

field, by the Delta ^ai ,$>e<br />

by the Phi ^a|o^-Eeit§k<br />

J_.\ r .<br />

<strong>The</strong>re is a scheme o^ : fpi<br />

of foot b^ir: beS^BJ^^^e^^f<br />

and <strong>The</strong>ta Chi fraternities,<br />

sured that the game will<br />

teresting. •;;"..;'<br />

* • «<br />

'•i'. 1 ..<br />

or a sill<br />

house.<br />

".si<br />

cook,<br />

JVhe's<br />

thesid^<br />

• * • / • ' • - "


taken in are : Ed and Frank Bishop, by<br />

the Delta Kappa Epsilon; Ashtey Faull,<br />

by tjhe Phi Gamma <strong>The</strong>ta; Herbert Bonefield,<br />

by the Delta Tan Delta; Warner,<br />

by the Phi Garhmax Delta an


<strong>The</strong> first of October closed the season<br />

of track athletics. On that date the<br />

A. A. L. iiald day was held at the Olympic<br />

Club Grounds. From among: the<br />

"twenty-one schools represented in the<br />

league, Oakland High carried off the<br />

•day with a score of 46 points piled up to<br />

her credit. <strong>The</strong> Polytechnic High School<br />

won second place with 27 points, Ukiah<br />

High came third with 17 points and<br />

'<strong>Lowell</strong> fourth with 16 points.<br />

Lowall's sixteen points were won as<br />

follows:—<br />

Saunders—second place in the 100<br />

yard dash (3 points) ; Gleason—second<br />

place in the mile walk (3 points);<br />

"Symraes—second place in the 220 hurdles<br />

(3 points); Belden—third place in<br />

*he pole vault (1 point); One Mile Relay<br />

of six runners—second place (6<br />

point*) )>.<br />

<strong>The</strong>re is plenty of good material at<br />

the school, and by the time the spring<br />

-field days come around we shall hope<br />

and expect to see L. H. 8. put a strong<br />

irack team in the A. A. L,<br />

Basket Ball.<br />

A meeting of all the young ladies of<br />

the school interested in Athletics, wan<br />

called by Miss Kiagsbury on Friday, October<br />

23. <strong>The</strong> outcome of this meeting<br />

is as yet a mystery to us. However, we<br />

feel sure that the girls will do their uuty<br />

in the athletic line as well as, if not better<br />

than the boys do, and shall expect hereafter<br />

to be able to fill several columns of<br />

EDITED BY FRANK HOOPER.<br />

the LOWELL with thrilling account* oF<br />

basket ball contests in which the red<br />

and white come out on top, of course.<br />

Tennis.<br />

Word has been received that the academic<br />

tennis tournament will not take<br />

place aniil the spring. This will afford<br />

our u pony " team more time to get into<br />

good form. One of them has already<br />

engaged the services of a professional<br />

boxer and is developing a wonderful<br />

right nrm for upporcuts. It is expected<br />

that before very long no opponent will be<br />

able to stand against his terrible drives<br />

across the net, and he will undoubtedly<br />

do wonders by next spring.<br />

<strong>The</strong> other " bantam " spends his Saturdays<br />

and Sundays in duck and quail<br />

shooting. Ibis exercise developa coolness<br />

and a quick and steady eye. It is<br />

almost certain that when he takes his<br />

place on the courts, no ball will be able<br />

to pasa him.<br />

" With such a pair as this what Bhould<br />

we not expect to win in the tennis world?<br />

5wimmiag.<br />

<strong>The</strong> A. A. L. has introduced a new<br />

feature into its ranks, namely a swimming<br />

contest. As yet the particulars<br />

are not known, but there will probably<br />

be three or four distances contested.<br />

<strong>The</strong>re are certainly a number of " fish 17<br />

at the school; let them come forth then<br />

a nd show what they can do in this line.<br />

Foot Ba<br />

<strong>The</strong> pig-akin rushers<br />

defeat, but thie tin<br />

bo ashamed of. Ei$^J<br />

a very big score foitia<br />

team to run up agaio<br />

eleven. And so the out<br />

with the Stanford fr<br />

rather than displeased<br />

did figure at the small<br />

<strong>The</strong> team showed gij<br />

gince the last game,<br />

together. But the "freaj<br />

them man for man, wj<br />

disadvantage.<br />

It had been arrangj<br />

game bo played at Pai<<br />

lowing week, but owin|<br />

Rooney and Middletos<br />

play on account of in<br />

wae called off.<br />

Two practice games<br />

with the Trinity echoed<br />

Presidio, the second ai<br />

<strong>The</strong> <strong>Lowell</strong> team proved<br />

for Trinity, and, althcri<br />

Middleton did not pla;<br />

the scores of 29 and 26<br />

<strong>The</strong> first league gate<br />

was scheduled to piay<br />

Lick bchool. <strong>The</strong> lat;<br />

reasons best known tc<br />

decided not to take pa<br />

the game.<br />

<strong>The</strong> next game was<br />

thing. L. H. S. was<br />

Rofia to meet the high e<br />

on October 29. <strong>The</strong> tri<br />

and tiresome, au.d the<br />

tised to be called at;i2<br />

the boys might bavei<br />

train back at 3.:30, Tl!<br />

the Grand Hotel, and<br />

well until about one o 1<br />

trouble began,<br />

£To begin with tho gr<<br />

the best order, in tlfe<br />

lookers onV with the"ei<br />

1 V •..-<br />

•&:::••;.


THE<br />

Foot Ball.<br />

<strong>The</strong> pig-skin rushers have once more<br />

met defeat, bat this time it is net one to<br />

be ashamed of. Eig^points is not such<br />

a very big score for a college freshman<br />

team to run up against a high school<br />

elevt \nd so the outcome of the game<br />

wit'


it i mile pa$e


From an occurrence in the school rooiu ^<br />

the other day, it is evident that Hooper,<br />

believes in team work much to the advantage<br />

of Robinson.<br />

What has happened to the gas in the<br />

chemical laboratory? A complaint should<br />

be made to the Lighting Company. It<br />

seems to have turned to air.<br />

Not long ago a certain member of the<br />

Senior class remarked, while quite excited,<br />

that he was a hayseed and he had<br />

hayseed blood in him. We think that<br />

the bystanders agreed with him unanimously.<br />

Billy Middleton and Rooney seem to<br />

be the heroes of the hour just now.<br />

Who says that foot ball is not a benefit<br />

to us in other ways than physically ?<br />

Why here the education of Symmes has<br />

been secured solely by means of foot<br />

ball, which proves that the game is<br />

beneficial in more ways than one.<br />

Behlow, Cahill, the two Howelte,<br />

Manor, Saunders, Shay, Watson and<br />

Bundschu acted as ushers at Metropolitan<br />

Temple on October 27th, when<br />

a benefit for the Teachers Mutual Aid<br />

Society was given. <strong>The</strong> boys are to be<br />

congratulated, for, as the manager said<br />

they ran that house like a steam engine.<br />

It has been said that the mock trial<br />

held on the 28th of October in the Debating<br />

Society was not fair. <strong>The</strong> following<br />

is the reason given : Stocker, a<br />

EDITED BY- E, . G v . .CAHILL.<br />

witness,,for the prosecution, and Barrows,<br />

one of the attorneys for the defense<br />

were (forcibly) closeted together in the<br />

coal bin. for half an hour on that day,<br />

during which period Barrows bribed<br />

Stocker with the half of an apple, which<br />

he had taken along to comfort himself<br />

with. Indeed it has even been whispered<br />

that, .although Stocker afterwards<br />

swore on Webster's Unabridged Bible<br />

that he did not know Barrows, the<br />

twain played a duet on the wall with<br />

sticks, Stocker playj.ug. first and Barrows<br />

second drums until some compassionate<br />

fellow set them free to vent their long<br />

deferred vengeance on the perpetrators<br />

of what Barrows-designates as an outrageous<br />

crime and Stocker as a mean<br />

trick.<br />

Several of the members have asked us<br />

whether the President of the Debating<br />

Society uses a flatiron or a sledge hammer<br />

as a gavel. <strong>The</strong> editor is not prepared<br />

to say, but at any rate Mr. Walker<br />

had better take out an insurance policy<br />

on his desk if he wishes to save anything.<br />

Allow us to recommend the<br />

Presidential.<br />

Norris is evidently a patriot if he<br />

didn't go to Manila for he stands up for<br />

an American dinner in preference to a<br />

French one.<br />

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^<br />

VOL.<br />

A Scandal in Scarlet.<br />

BV A. I3OKAN CDYLE.<br />

Now to begin with, I am very amiable.<br />

As a leading physician in inv profession<br />

His essential that I should he so. But<br />

on that particular morning I was cross.<br />

Ves, there is no doubts about it, I was<br />

very cross. But again, you will understand<br />

me as being a man free from peevishness,<br />

I wish you to thoroughly understand<br />

that. Everything had gone wroug<br />

that morning, from losing my collar<br />

button down to my wife. Naturally that<br />

•lay had to be selected as the day in which<br />

I was to be vexed, because that morning<br />

I had determined to take some rest and<br />

give my patients an opportunity to be<br />

patient. So when Mie servant. James,<br />

informed me that my friend. Padlock<br />

Combs, was waiting for me in the breakfast<br />

room. I was by no means in a pleasant<br />

lu::nor and tor once in my life wished<br />

he had not come.<br />

When I c une down stairs with a determination<br />

to be pleasant I found Padlock<br />

seated in my chair at the table, evidently<br />

deep in thought, for he was runniiiff<br />

his fingers through his hair until<br />

the electric sparks became so bright that<br />

I was afraid he would ignite th- lace cur-<br />

SAX FRANCISCO. CAL., DECEMBER, ISO8. No. 4-<br />

tains back of him. Now if you are acquainted<br />

with Padlock as well as I you<br />

will know that when he runs his fingers<br />

through his hair or strokes his nose thewrong<br />

way or runs the finger-nail of thfv<br />

forefinger of his right hand along the forefinger<br />

of his left, tuat he is deeply thinking-<br />

and it is best to leave him alone forif<br />

disturbed he might knife you. or throttle<br />

you, or do something equally unpleasant.<br />

You no doubt have heard ot my friemF<br />

Padlock Combs in connection with thatcelebrated<br />

crime called in the newspapers<br />

lt <strong>The</strong> Toe of the Dead Indian 11 or in connection<br />

with** <strong>The</strong> Blue Baby." or elseperchance<br />

you will remember his nameas<br />

coupled with his celebrated book entitled<br />

'<strong>The</strong> Worship of Dodo, or Howto<br />

Make Bread Without Yeast '* At any<br />

rate this is the same Padlock Combs, tfregreat<br />

London detective, the deducer, thecorner-sewer<br />

on rat-poison. Undoubtedly<br />

he should be respected very highly and<br />

one should only look at him with the<br />

mouth open and one eye closed. Butorj<br />

that particular morning I did not feel so*<br />

humble as I looked at him seated in naychair,<br />

running his hands through bishair<br />

and endangering my hou«e, because


I was very hungry and wanted something<br />

to keep apart the sides of my stomach,<br />

I was just screwing my courage to the<br />

sticki&g point to throw the dust-pan at<br />

THE LOWEM<br />

language you used. Your salvation is<br />

beyond recall. All this I deduce from<br />

the cut on your chin, the vay you hold<br />

vour mouth, the remnants of a shaving<br />

him, with the intention of escaping from mug just carried through the room to be<br />

the room immediately, when he turned thrown away and your collar pinned<br />

round and surveyed me critically for some<br />

<strong>The</strong>re's your chair.'!<br />

minutes.<br />

"A-hein/'I managed to say nervously.<br />

11<br />

How do you do. Padlock? Nice<br />

weather. Very." Somehow I always<br />

feel nervous when in Padlock's presence,<br />

for you never know what he'll say next.<br />

Besides, I was afraid he might deduce<br />

what I was thinking about and I don't<br />

like to be knifed or choked.<br />

u<br />

Don't let me disturb you, Paddy, :ny<br />

boy^but you are sitting in my chair and<br />

deterring me from eating my breakfast.<br />

Would you feel hurt ii' I should ask you<br />

to propel your magnum corpus into another<br />

chair ? "<br />

He still continued his steady gaze at<br />

me and after some little time he spoke.<br />

* 4 My dear doctor/ 1 he said in a grieved<br />

voice that sounded as if it were greased,<br />

u<br />

You should not do so. Family quarrels<br />

are bad things. Swearing is worse<br />

and to break things is awful. 1 *<br />

'• Has my servant been telling you anything?<br />

If be has I'll discbarge him this<br />

instant/ 1<br />

with a carpet tack.<br />

"Well, Padlock, you are wonderful.<br />

Where did you cultivate that power of<br />

deduction ? Were you Harvard or Yale ?"<br />

" Did you ever see a good Padlock that<br />

was not Yale ? ''<br />

%l<br />

Ah. you are witty this morning I see/<br />

" Will you go on and eat while I do a<br />

little work and smoke a pipe of opium ?<br />

I want to find out the Ictheosorian Promulgation<br />

of the <strong>The</strong>ory of Corymbiferou*<br />

Peutapetalous by Arithmetical Progression,"<br />

" How much ? " I gasped.<br />

41<br />

Go on and eat > our newspaper and<br />

read your poached egg and let me work."<br />

I saw he was getting dangerous and so<br />

I gave it up in despair and left him to<br />

stroke his nose the wrong way and figure<br />

out with pencil and paper his * * *<br />

while I did my best to eat my breakfast.<br />

At length when I had just thrown<br />

away my egg and digested my newspaper,<br />

he broke the silence vrith these words :<br />

" My dear doc, are you all-pathetic or<br />

homely-pathetic?'<br />

"Don't do anything rash, doctor; it<br />

might break out on you," he murmured.<br />

il<br />

James has told me nothing. You seem<br />

to have forgotten my powers of deduction."<br />

41<br />

Oh true," I said. ** Now what have<br />

you deduced ? "<br />

"That you cut yourself shaving this<br />

morning and that made you mad. You<br />

swore. Your wife overheard you and<br />

burst into tears. You got madder. You<br />

swore more. You broke your shaving<br />

bowl. You got madder still and you<br />

swore so that you're lost. <strong>The</strong>n you lost<br />

your collar-button and I blush to think<br />

either how mad you did get or what<br />

1<br />

-What?"<br />

k<br />

* Do you give liquids or sugar pills in<br />

glass bottles ? "<br />

" Oh I see/' I said, " You want to know<br />

whether I'm allopathic and homeopathic.<br />

Well, to tell the truth, it all depends on<br />

how pathetic the ca?e is. But you make<br />

a mistake, Pad ; I give liquids and pills,<br />

but never glass bottles. Why did you<br />

ask ?"<br />

"I thought I might need your opinion<br />

in a case I have to-day. Oh, by the way,<br />

I hope you can come wi'h me. 1 have a<br />

nice little murder in which I hope you<br />

could aid me with your medical experience.<br />

Can you come?"<br />

* "Yts/l Should Tbe<br />

what is this murder?*'<br />

"I'll tell you on the<br />

out. Meet me at the \<br />

After a conciliator]<br />

lesser-half, I follbwec<br />

station where I found<br />

animatedly with a man<br />

When 1 came up he bs<br />

friend and we together<br />

the compartment.<br />

" That aian," said h«j<br />

saw me talking, is det<br />

thinks he knows more I<br />

periodically gets a new]<br />

'Is he good a.t his<br />

1<br />

You mean iu Jiuj<br />

Yes, very. 3 ;<br />

'"And you have bunij<br />

again inquired, hoping<br />

Mend's interesting exp!<br />

'' With bin: ? Never<br />

him M<br />

" I asked,<br />

• : Yes ; once at board ii<br />

a hunting him and goto<br />

o'clock with nothing bi<br />

die and a sack." '•<br />

" This fellow is not so<br />

on. '-Ones there had fc<br />

Yorkshire and he telegra<br />

on immediately. <strong>The</strong>re<br />

rains and the trains we<br />

So I telegraphed back, Q<br />

out on the ti?ie. What dc<br />

wired back?"<br />

11<br />

Can't possibly guess,<br />

"He wired, Come any<br />

shift.' 1<br />

"Very fanny," I m<br />

what about this murder? 1<br />

" Not much. Snipe U<br />

yesterday. Man dying<br />

unconscious from an epL<br />

no where to be found am<br />


"Yts. I should be pleaded to. But<br />

what is this murder?' 1<br />

t4 i*II tell you on tbo elevated as we go<br />

out. Meet me at the station-"<br />

Afcer a conciliatory farewell to my<br />

lesser-half, I followed Padlock to the<br />

station where I found him talking very<br />

animatedly with a man with a beak-nose.<br />

When I came up he bade good-bye to his<br />

friend and we together took our places in<br />

the compartment.<br />

" That man," said he, "with whom you<br />

SAW me talking, is detective Snipe. He<br />

thinks he knows more than he does. He<br />

periodically gets a new hat a size larger."<br />

"Is he good at his work ? " I asked.<br />

** You mean in hunting up clues ?<br />

Yes. very."<br />

'•And you have hunted with him? " I<br />

again inquired, hoping to hear one of my<br />

friend's interesting experiences.<br />

' v With him? Never. But I have/or<br />

him "<br />

(i For him ?" I asked puzzled.<br />

li Yes ; once at boarding-school I went<br />

a hunting him and got back home at 3<br />

o'clock with nothing but a piece of candle<br />

and a sack.' T<br />

fc " This fellow is not so much,' 1 he went<br />

01:. '• Once there had been a murder in<br />

Yorkshire and he telegraphed me to come<br />

on immediately. <strong>The</strong>re had been heavy<br />

rains and the trains were not running.<br />

So I telegraphed back, Can Icome, Washout<br />

on the Hue. Wnat do you suppose he<br />

wired back ? "<br />

u Can't possibly guess," I answered.<br />

u He wired, Come, anyway. Borrow a<br />

shitt."<br />

'* Very funny," I murmured. " But<br />

what about this murder ?°<br />

" Not much. Snipe told me the case<br />

yesterday. Man dying of poison. Wife<br />

unconscious from an epileptic fit. Child<br />

no where to be found and the cook murdered<br />

with a clip of n bludgeon."<br />

"What is your hypothesis ? Have you<br />

any?"<br />

THE LOWELL<br />

"Plenty/ 4 he said calmly, "from' a<br />

button in the man's stomach to a stuffed<br />

cook. :><br />

" How exciting this is ?"' 1 exclaicaed r .<br />

"Yes. It was probably more excitiug<br />

for the cook. <strong>The</strong> last thiug she ever<br />

cooked was herself.' 1<br />

" Where did it happen ?"<br />

" In Chelsea, No. 407 Galloway st."<br />

In about an hour the tram drew up<br />

with short, sputtering breath at the station<br />

and we descended at our destination.<br />

<strong>The</strong> minute we were in the vicinity<br />

of the murder Padlock seemed to expand,<br />

his eyes dilating with excitement,<br />

his nostrils distended, his ferriMike nose<br />

protruding abnormally from biu face,<br />

and his hands closed with the grip of a<br />

vice.<br />

<strong>The</strong> defectives met us and we all got<br />

into a hack and drove to No. 407 Galloway<br />

street. It wasa small, yellow house<br />

with a cupola and a nice home-like appearance.<br />

Two more detectives met us<br />

at the door and after talking earnestly<br />

with Padlock for some minutes we all<br />

went into the house.<br />

"You see," commenced one of the detectives,<br />

"you see, Mr. Combs, this was<br />

the parlor, nothing w«s found in here,<br />

nor in this room, but here Is the diningroom<br />

where we think the family quarrel<br />

began. <strong>The</strong> gentleman and his wife had<br />

to be removed as their health was not<br />

good. Mr. Bavwell, the gentleman, is<br />

suffering, we thiuk, from rat poison;<br />

Mrs. 31irwell is unconscious, having<br />

fallen on the floor drawing the tablecloth<br />

and dishes after her, in an epileptic fit.<br />

<strong>The</strong> man was trying to eat the sugar<br />

bowl when he was found, almost a ma-'<br />

niac. <strong>The</strong>re is the pantry and beyond<br />

the kitchen where lies the murdered<br />

cook <strong>The</strong> child, Harold Harwell, cannot<br />

be found."<br />

We passed into the kitchen. A dull<br />

gloom held the room in darkness. Not<br />

a sound could be heard as we stood strl*


THE LOWELL<br />

a moment; the faint drip, drip, drip of<br />

tbe water in the sink was the only sound,<br />

A struggling beam of light pierced<br />

through the gloom and fell upon the<br />

floor. In the center of the small circle<br />

of light was a bloody hand.<br />

" Ouch," I cried, as I saw it.<br />

Padlock strode across the room and<br />

threw up the shade. In a a instant the<br />

room was ablaze with light.<br />

Oa the floor, in a pool of blood, lay the<br />

cook upon her face. A deep wound in<br />

her head, like that which might have<br />

been received from a bludgeon, was the<br />

evident cause of her death. <strong>The</strong> window<br />

opposite was shattered as if by a stone<br />

hurled through it. It lay in smithereens<br />

all around. I called Padlock's attention<br />

to the fact the implement that killed the<br />

cook might ha e been thrown at her<br />

through the window.<br />

11 Impossible, doctor; I can tell it came<br />

from the opposite direction from many<br />

reasons. <strong>The</strong> glass from the window<br />

lies on the outside, the dust on the window<br />

sill has been disturbed on this side.<br />

<strong>The</strong> strata of the air has not been disarranged<br />

and with m/ cultivated sight I<br />

can easily distinguish the rents in its<br />

layers. <strong>The</strong> weapon came through the<br />

door, struck the cook and singularly<br />

bounded out of the window. <strong>The</strong>re is<br />

nothing outside, however, to suggest a<br />

possible weapon, but the rent in the air<br />

shows* the filing to be round and flat.<br />

I think I can make out the disarrangement<br />

of a few particles of earth where<br />

the weapon struck. All I can deduce is<br />

that it is wonderfully elastic and that<br />

after striking it rolled to the gate and<br />

then down the street. My sense of smell<br />

enables me to trace the weapon so far<br />

firom the odor of blood which is left behind.'*<br />

While he was talking, Padlock had<br />

been down on his knees with his microscope<br />

examining every piece of dust.<br />

peering, feeling and <strong>thru</strong>sting his fernt-<br />

like nose into every crack; now flat on<br />

his stomach he investigated a spot on<br />

the floor, now on his back with aid of the<br />

sexton he took the altitude of an atom of<br />

oxygen that floated promiscuously about;<br />

again he was erect and peering at seme<br />

dust disturbed on the window sill. Fin*<br />

ally he <strong>thru</strong>st his instruments into his<br />

pocket and turned to the detectives.<br />

"This is all very perplexing, I have<br />

found out all I care to here. Will you<br />

take me to the sick woman ?'*<br />

Evidently the key of the mystery<br />

opened Pad ^k's mir.d when he inter*<br />

viewed the demented woman. She had<br />

been removed to the home of some of her<br />

relatives and lay in a semi-comatose<br />

state. Asked by my friend to examine<br />

the case I said it was a congestion of the<br />

brain, following a slight stroke of paralysis.<br />

What was my surprise when<br />

Padlock said:<br />

" Partly wrong and partly right, doctor;<br />

that woman has no congestion. She<br />

is dying of shame and grief and her pride<br />

is the only thing that holds her from<br />

speaking the truth. But I will find out<br />

yet."<br />

On visiting the man we both agreed<br />

he was dying. He lay in a translucent<br />

state, absolutely unconscious. His lips<br />

had turned coal black.<br />

"Poison/' I said.<br />

. Padlock nodded. "What killed the<br />

cook," he paid, "is killing him."<br />

"But one was a blow and the other<br />

poison,*' 1 exclaimed.<br />

"That's exactly it. I feel positive of<br />

this because there is a similarity, an<br />

affinity between the two deaths. <strong>The</strong>y<br />

don't hold their mouths right. <strong>The</strong><br />

same thing killed each. And now, doctor,<br />

I will ask you to return to London-<br />

You have "aided me wonderfully by your<br />

mistakes. You can aid me more by not<br />

hindering me. I will meet you at your<br />

home sometime to-night. Expect me<br />

with a supper. You understand of<br />

course that you will i<br />

Good bye/' '<br />

I knew the proper tin<br />

go home; for I knefl<br />

enough to know that wh<br />

onto a thing no crow-baj<br />

off. So I went to I<br />

hours later found me<br />

down my room wondi<br />

would come* At last<br />

chirped out the hour ol<br />

sound was yet reverbe<br />

walked Padlock wearin<br />

overcoat and a self satisfl<br />

I pulled off his overq<br />

to a chair at my table<br />

was waiting and watcbecj<br />

everything he could 1 ..„<br />

At last be gurgled and jj<br />

away from the table.<br />

"Well? 11 I said.<br />

- : A glorious business,<br />

mured and gurgled a^<br />

Vr.ni% vidi vici and no mis<br />

soft snap."'<br />

"And you know who<br />

and what's the matter wit<br />

his wife and where the kid<br />

'•Yes," he gurgled.<br />

li For heaven's sakes, t<br />

it?' v<br />

"A pie."<br />

I fell to the flooz.<br />

"<strong>The</strong>y were a happy fa:.<br />

tinned, "married for eight<br />

were happy as happy fam<br />

of them and a cook. Bu<br />

day came. <strong>The</strong> wite wan<br />

the example of Eve and le<br />

was a sad eve for her whei<br />

wanted to cook. She t<br />

only cooked her offspring,<br />

and the cook, but fried J<br />

bargain. She cookedsome<br />

round which she called a p<br />

band, trying to please, saw<br />

and swallowed it. Torfc b:<br />

mediately, in his frenzy hi


course that you will furnish the supper<br />

Good bye."<br />

I knew iLe proper thing was for me to<br />

go home, for I knew Padlock well<br />

enough to know that when he got locked<br />

onto a thing no crowbar could hoist him<br />

off. So I weut to London, and eight<br />

hours later found me walking up and<br />

down my room wondering when he<br />

would come. At last the hall clock<br />

chirped out the hour of twelve and the<br />

sound was yet reverberating whet' in<br />

walked Padlock taring a great long<br />

overcoat and a self satisfied smile.<br />

I Pulled off his overcoat and led him<br />

to a chair at my table where a supper<br />

was waiting and watched him stow away<br />

everything he could lay his hands on<br />

At last he gurgled and pushed his chair<br />

away from the table<br />

"Well?- I Said.<br />

"A fflorious business, doc," he murmured<br />

and gurgled again. "It was<br />

veni% vidt wV/and no mistake. It was a<br />

soft snap.' 1<br />

"And you know who killed the cook<br />

and what's the matter with the man and<br />

bis wife and where the kid is?" I gasped<br />

''Yes,' 1 he gurgled.<br />

'F heaven's sakes, then, *vhat was<br />

(I A pie."<br />

I fell to the floor.<br />

"<strong>The</strong>y wereahappv family," he continued,<br />

"married for eight years. <strong>The</strong>y<br />

were happy as happy families go. Three<br />

of them and a cook. But, alas, a fatal<br />

day came. <strong>The</strong> wife wanted to follow<br />

th-example of Kve and learn. Well it<br />

was a sad eve for her when she did She<br />

wanted to cook. She did. She not<br />


THE LOWELL<br />

U American Civilisation Going<br />

Backward ?<br />

A discussion of this question can be<br />

carried on to the best advantage by limiting<br />

it to the developsueut of this country<br />

along such lines as are distinctly and<br />

characteristically American. A little reflection<br />

will show that these are our<br />

practical inventions adding to our material<br />

welfare, and our democratic institutions.<br />

For what claim have we to an American<br />

civilization on any other lines ?<br />

What architecture have we invented<br />

stave business blocks ? What music have<br />

we created, save the roar of the factory<br />

and the screech of the locomotive ? What<br />

poetry have we that is not built in form<br />

and matter upon a common English inheritauce<br />

shared by us with our cousins<br />

in the older home ? Do not our painters<br />

look eastward for their art and likewise<br />

for their approbation ? Even in our social<br />

ways, our manners and such varied matters<br />

as millinery and gowns do we not<br />

prove over and over again that we have<br />

not created a world of our own, but just<br />

so fast as we escape from the backwoods<br />

and live in the city we are in the world,<br />

which means both sides of the Atlantic,<br />

and before long may mean both sides of<br />

the Pacific as well.<br />

If, then, the essential distinctions of<br />

our American life are in our democracy<br />

and in our practical inventions, the question<br />

of whether we are moving backward<br />

or not must get its a. swer from comparisons<br />

along these lines. To reduce<br />

the problem further to its simplest terms,<br />

we may agree at once to strike out as<br />

unwarrantable any thought of retrogression<br />

in practical inventiveness tending<br />

to advance material well-being. <strong>The</strong><br />

business of the Patent Office does not<br />

show any sign of fullir.^; off. When every<br />

year can show a longer-reaching telephone,<br />

a larger and more expeditious<br />

harvester, &nd a more commodious &o<br />

handsome railway-car, wene?d not doubt<br />

that we are holding our own on these,<br />

lines. Let us have no fear of going backward<br />

here, until at least a bicycle can be.<br />

more than a year out of the shop and still<br />

be up to date. Thus we come to this,<br />

conclusion: that if we are going backward<br />

at all in civilization, it must be in.<br />

our democracy or in those mannerSj customs<br />

and standards of action and conduct<br />

that are ours because we are a democracy.<br />

But having pinned the question down.is<br />

it any easier to answer it? Is our American<br />

civilization, judged by the most<br />

characteristic element of ournational life<br />

—democracy—going backward ? How<br />

is any one going to tell. If you did not<br />

have the trees on the shore to measure<br />

by, how could you ever tell which way<br />

you were going, floating on the broad<br />

current of the Columbia? And in this<br />

question of ours, what have we to measure<br />

by, or what right have we to try to<br />

measure at all, inasmuch as we in our<br />

own lives and thoughts are helping to<br />

make the very stream we seek to estimate?<br />

Is it not like asking one's self<br />

how much more righteous he is now than<br />

he was last year? Until recently Americans<br />

took only one view of such comparisons<br />

as I have suggested. That was<br />

the view of the Pharisee, in that they<br />

thanked God they were not like the<br />

other peoples of the earth, the effete<br />

monarchies, aristocracies, etc. We don't<br />

hear so much of this just now, and we do<br />

hear a great deal more about our faults<br />

and our failures. But does this prove<br />

retrogression ? Were not the same faults,<br />

even greater ones, there in the American<br />

Pnariseeism of fifty or seventy years ago?<br />

May we uot have made the greatest progress<br />

in the truest sort of cv "lization if,<br />

as a nation, we see some need of the<br />

publican's prayer?<br />

I shall not undertake to make extensive<br />

comparison of present conditions<br />

with the past. I do not believe that we<br />

L<br />

as a.people, as.a natj<br />

have been going ba*<br />

century, nor.smce th<br />

any great extent since<br />

elected President, J&<br />

for me to demonstrate<br />

belief by a coraparisq<br />

eut conditions. .Mu<<br />

from such comparisi<br />

they be conclusive ni<br />

account all the facts,<br />

not obtainable.<br />

People dec