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I Vol. 2—No. 1 Price 10 Cents. September, 1898.<br />
SAN FRANCISCO, CA!<br />
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THE SPECTATOR. L. IV, Stortrr, '99 _ 7<br />
•EDWARD, THE BLACK PRINCE IN THE HOTEL DE CLUNV. Cha:.. G. Norrh, '99.. 9<br />
: LETTER FROM MANILA. Walter J. Bvttgenbach ia-<br />
ORATORY AND ORATORS. Ambrose Gherint\ \-j 14.<br />
EDITORIALS I7<br />
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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 />
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geared wheels in covering the same<br />
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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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<strong>The</strong> Spectator—No, 4, New Series.<br />
THE LOWELL<br />
*S7
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 />
•th<br />
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 />
tourists. <strong>The</strong>re were s\
the<br />
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•elow,<br />
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tnswer<br />
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[ymates<br />
soft<br />
play;<br />
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a kite.<br />
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angry...<br />
horrid<br />
Lnd she<br />
unkind<br />
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answer,,<br />
eye and<br />
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 />
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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
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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?
of %%?<br />
>ni' •" ij;<br />
Ion. '£&<br />
a:-,,<br />
las •\\V';-:^.3<br />
le -~v=t^<br />
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 />
is-:<br />
th<br />
th<br />
th
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&^:: : 'M<br />
('S-J'I * • ^ o:<br />
i<br />
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 />
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the field of choice.<br />
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cuse for failure "as a speaker. We all<br />
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 />
prompting of hi-
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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 />
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A monthly publUhed by the stud<br />
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EDITORinU ST?<br />
Frank Van Duzer, l 99. Edit<br />
. ASSOCIATES :<br />
Kd. T. Cahill, '99.<br />
ASSISTANTS!<br />
Frank B. Hooper,<br />
Y«orin Lyons, '99. C<br />
C. H. Norris, f W<br />
BUSINESS STP<br />
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W. Bundschu, '99. Ass<br />
ASSISTANTS :<br />
V. French, "99<br />
I.. Vincent,'99,<br />
O. Holmes, '99.<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 />
We will not only endea<br />
but to excel it; ; always
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A monthly publishsd by the students of the <strong>Lowell</strong><br />
High School.<br />
EDITORIRti<br />
Frank Van Duxer, '^9, Edttor.in-Chiet.<br />
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 />
BUSINESS STAFF*<br />
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 />
Charles T. Norris, '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 />
from sending in their work. I think of
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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 />
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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 />
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town; mm<br />
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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 />
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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 />
1.<br />
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THE LOWELL 29<br />
<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 />
50 •« 6<br />
100<br />
220<br />
440<br />
S3o<br />
ll Saunders'99 » " " "' .;'. .Mar.'"27/98<br />
103-5 sec Dram'97 .-.A. A, h ....Sept.28, 1 9<br />
11<br />
24 sec. .King '97 .Stanford vs. <strong>Lowell</strong> Hig'h.Feb. 27/97<br />
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 />
91-5" .Rass'93 A.A.L. tneetatVelodrome)Feb.27/97<br />
45 " .Fuller'9S........tA.A.L. "
m-<br />
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IS<br />
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ESP*"—:."• •{,•-•-•;<br />
m m i - ' •••"••-<br />
What's the matter with our second<br />
team ?<br />
Hurrah for the Senior Class Dancing<br />
Club.<br />
- Wanted.—A missing luncheor,— not<br />
described,—belonging to L. G.<br />
Where will Eelmont be this year when<br />
-we get through COOKing them?<br />
Why is it that so many pupils do not<br />
go to lunch at. IT : 40 as they did at the<br />
beginning of the term ?<br />
What are those queer noises coming<br />
from a restaurant on Polk street, near<br />
Sutter, every noon-hour.<br />
Professor., (objecting to pupil leaning<br />
on seat in rear). I have never seen anyone<br />
ab!e to sit on two chairs at once,—<br />
except Cannon, and he vrent off.<br />
A vivid representation of what the<br />
VI Book of Virgil sounds like has been<br />
coming from the Physics Laboratory the<br />
last few days during sound experiments.<br />
• -Prof.: (( At the beginning of the year<br />
certain pupils attempted to ride a horse.<br />
But I notice as the year progresses the<br />
horse becomes rather lame. I advise no<br />
i"<br />
one to use a horse's assistance for their<br />
progress."<br />
We miss the Cadets this year very<br />
much. No more do we hear their martial<br />
tramp in the yard at r: 00 o'clock or<br />
see sentinels at the front gate at 3: op.<br />
Many of the cadets are now soldiers in<br />
earnest fighting for their country's cause<br />
in a foreign land<br />
Prof to Pupil: When did the Greeks<br />
first begin to study geometry?<br />
Pupil: I do not know.<br />
Prof.: After the battle of Canoply<br />
when the Persians shut off their sodawater<br />
supply. .<br />
Pupil: It doesn't say so in my history.<br />
Prof.: It does in mine. You should<br />
review yours more.<br />
Many of the members of our last<br />
year's football team were out to fee the<br />
boys practise Saturday. <strong>The</strong>y spoke<br />
very encouragingly of the future pros-<br />
.pects of the team, and I sincerely hope<br />
they will not be disappointed. With a<br />
number of old players back, and a lot of<br />
good, though new material, we should<br />
certainly come out of the season's turmoil<br />
with a good record.<br />
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' It was Thanksgiving<br />
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to the great foot ball gam<br />
vard and Princeton,<br />
ties had not played agai|<br />
for some years, and the<br />
to be fought that day hi<br />
forward to with much ex<br />
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ing fellow, in his.long<br />
silk hat and grey kid<br />
jumped off the Harvard<br />
walked tip Dana street,<br />
hardly help casting mor<<br />
miring glance over the<br />
passed. Yes—on the<br />
Sturgis was a very hands*<br />
As he ran up the stairs]<br />
red brick houses so coi<br />
bridge, Edith Van Ormsj<br />
door herself, "Now Edithl<br />
a very striking girl, very<br />
very stylish, and as she<br />
the top of the stairs iu he:<br />
made, her head, surmouj<br />
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'•A Regular Trump Card."<br />
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
THE LOWELL<br />
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 />
indeed Graftoa was Gord
off: :<br />
:here rman.<br />
tkcting:;. ;:||<br />
i. YOU; |%<br />
Ein-hora<br />
h of this<br />
ns could<br />
•» asked.,<br />
red int^|<br />
side by f<br />
THE LOWELL<br />
" Over here in the Porcellion Club Section—section<br />
E, I think. Carefully Mrs.<br />
Van Orman, you'll trip on those steps "<br />
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
maninfor<br />
-:,V;z<br />
She f<br />
but it<br />
Len. -.<br />
LittL ? *;<br />
>urage-<br />
;ak to<br />
• : -?Fl<br />
see a _.-•<br />
Ifeel as ;v<br />
sncour*<br />
' ;>'-.'."• '~*M'$*<br />
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 />
:
|espe-<br />
COUr<br />
jh&S<br />
must<br />
Llsee<br />
rat<br />
rafton'^l<br />
in; : iact:^<br />
£<br />
tli:.h^r v --^||<br />
ter;>the^m<br />
|to%theSir^<br />
Edithl;'^<br />
Camr"'<br />
-ar(rf>it^|^<br />
topped?^-!;^;<br />
[yt^tiSi<br />
carat<br />
found;<br />
)f said.,<br />
ou and<br />
it all to<br />
•lLsitup<br />
lembei;<br />
lith was<br />
;oitig; to<br />
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 />
•w<br />
V •;•&<br />
world seemed on fire,<br />
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 />
ourcatcfr.<br />
After deciding such iij<br />
tions as these we started.
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to<br />
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world seemed on fire, north, east and<br />
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 />
soon drop *
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Lt. his<br />
imen-<br />
>me<br />
rtage,.'<br />
orite<br />
tuck"<br />
'hich<br />
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burupon<br />
iylum<br />
and,<br />
the<br />
wave<br />
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up a<br />
itures,<br />
new<br />
iy was<br />
tg up<br />
man<br />
movegrasp<br />
:tempt<br />
formula<br />
iyigers,<br />
:k exsleep<br />
.atiful<br />
[ps, and<br />
incess-<br />
Jchum-<br />
called<br />
;ek,the<br />
larking*<br />
his apalxnost<br />
tlm was<br />
ioticed,<br />
|at these<br />
raaaa<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 />
* * * * * * * *
<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 />
ing receiver iu front of Y<br />
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 />
almost entirely the opera
dmth<br />
ray of<br />
fcarisag<br />
3o#acoflds*<br />
>oung<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 />
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"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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trds<br />
shee<br />
after<br />
.here<br />
stay<br />
Ugo<br />
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list a<br />
iards<br />
Afire<br />
the<br />
was<br />
tering<br />
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good<br />
nd if<br />
well,<br />
f their<br />
at the<br />
usion,<br />
ititiful<br />
palms<br />
;hapel<br />
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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
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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 />
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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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and with tbe same end in view.<br />
Part of this path we have traversed in<br />
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each other because we are in different<br />
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 />
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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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pres- • v-'.; ; >-^<br />
setings »';•$§.<br />
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meet ' >;|:. : ^<br />
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srviltei--.- W;:<br />
ien to ':• v-|5>;<br />
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to all.-|><br />
leeticg f<br />
tished<br />
design<br />
[able to .^ isf<br />
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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 />
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: '
<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
great-. •:-£<br />
ership •}'••<br />
everal<br />
were<br />
make 5'<br />
i corndraw<br />
pstitu-<br />
•eting.<br />
were: ;;<br />
Vicer- ;;•<br />
; Sec-<br />
ting at<br />
initiafeature<br />
tes got<br />
id the;<br />
d time, :<br />
ct sucn<br />
their<br />
tern.<br />
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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 />
it?" This wa^^ia.^J<br />
being waked up e$iyL._<br />
ing. For on looking OL<br />
put it correctly, I did;no]<br />
It was as blicic a^-m(<br />
However; T arpseatl^tt<br />
(ibrxne) ;and got^prayii<br />
the boat;" • --;T f Af r &i "<br />
An hour later, &uud<br />
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 />
°f all others. Well, in<br />
time, we arrived at our<br />
without considerable deld<br />
every one is aware that Of<br />
slow in many ways^tfce:<br />
being one of them^ 4^.<br />
What is that'^ect|d<br />
w ^y, to be sure;it:!is^t<br />
And such a dea<br />
to be. It -'.fie*
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 />
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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 />
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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 />
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; 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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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