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FRIDAY. MARCH 15, 1912.
At last they are. over. The next ques
tion: Hc)>v long nntil the first Sunday?
Read tlie “Story of a Song,” and also
the secon 1 installment of ‘‘The Educa
tion of Edwin Talmagc Harvey,” wliicli
appear elsewhere in this issue.
Uasehall begins Monday. Everybody
out! Ijet’s take the first one and start otf
with a jump. We all need a little recrea
tion after tin stre.nu?!is iwrind of exami-
natioii.s. See announcements.
Thanks to the Town Commissioners who
have allowed us to extend the out
field section of our baseball ground to
the farther edge of the street. This is
a much-.iee.ied change and will be welcom
ed by all who have to play in the distani
garden here.
It remains to be seen what effect the
“SO per cent, lule” will have on the per
sonnel of our baseball team, but suffice
it to say it will most likely liave some.
O, what an awful, awful jar
When we wake up and find where we
really are.
The G. 0. I’. Elepha.it is in about as
much of dilemma as was the philoso
pher’s mule, of old.
Suffjage.ttes have taken Albany by
storm. Casualties not reported.
Washington next!
Congratulations to the good members
of the Maryland legislature who were
\vise enough to vote “no votes” f^)r
■women.
Taft hits “Teddy” a;id “Teddy’’ hits
Taft. While Wilson umpires the game.
Watch him.
And now, after whipping Japan. Chi
na, Russia and France, we will .soon be at
work on Germany. Such imaginations as
are found in Yankee land!
Gla'1 the advocates of a big navy have
changed the foe from Japaij to Germany,
it is a relief from former monotony.
Our much-vaunted -Monroe Doctrine may
have to be taken off the shelf and dusted,
presently. But we’ve got the “Dusters.’
To Columbia it may he merely a busi-
:iess projHisition; to us the proposition
may mean business.
Raseball, .Monday, March ISth, li)12!
EDUCATION OF EDWIN TALMAGE
HARVEY.
By Wrigiit Angle.
Wlien Edwin Talmaye tntei'i^d the Higli
Sclioo!, i.atin. Algebra, Greek and other
crievances had not disturbed the serenity
of his quest, fie had lieen told Ijy sonic
of I'is iirecursers, “of the joy which await
ed him,’’ but Edwin was not yet in jio-
silion 1(1 appreciate the significance of
their remarks. When he was told that
I.atin was a mere conglomeration of words
which must be re-arranged before they
can be read. Edwin smiled grimly and
said: “I’ll re-arrange them.”
(It is fortunate that we cannot antici
pate very much, in the matter of educa
tion. or else 1 fear that many would stoji
short of the goal).
There was nothing in Algebra that had
any terrors for Edwi’t: he was just as
certain that he coul.i fathom the myste
ries of math, as if he had already exulted
over some of his victories; and (Jreek had
no terrors at all: I mean that it didn't
up to the time that he hagin to study the
archaic timgue. Why, I’m certain that
Edwin almost revelled in the thought of
encountering (!reek verbs, until he actual
ly encountered them.
Edwin was my root-mate at filon: and
this is one of the principal reasons why
1 am able to narrate for you the thinas
which follow ill tliis connection.
Among my ro(un-mate’s possessions,
when he came to college, was a collection
of well-filled note books. As time passed
on 1 noticed that he added others to them.
At first I was not particularly curious as
to what they contained^ but as time and
intimacy increase! our confidences, 1 be
came more and more anxious to know
something about the subject matter con
tained in his note-books; so. one day. when
he and I were (|uite alone. 1 said to Ed
win : What sort of a compilation is that
that you are getting together there?”
“This is iny autobiography.’’ he answered,
assuming an air of indifference: “you
may read it o\er sometime, if you like.”
I have always admirei the fellow who
keeps a diary; diaries are but little else
besides ledger accounts of the assets and
liabilities of an individual's lesourcfs in
character and accomplishments, a:iyhow.
so it was with a great deal of pleasure
that I entere! upon the perusal of Ed
win’s diary. It was dated .Tan. 1, 1000,
and commenced as follows: “I have just
passed my fifteenth anniversary. Mama
told me that nearly all great me;i have
diaries which they began while they were
young. I hope I’ll be a great man some
day—so I have decried to keep a diary
of my own. ’ ’
This was interesting reading to me; for
1 had decided once to do that very thing
myself. But like many other things that
one thinks and decides to do, 1 had fail
ed to keep up my good resolution. But
Edwin had kept the faith, and was laying
up tho crown.
In the first few paragraphs of the lit
tle book, which 1 held in my hand, Ed
win ha.i told of what he remembered
about himself before he began to number
the days. “The only thing,” it ran, “that
I remember about the days when I wore
dresses and fussy clothes, is about the
building of a bridge across the little
old stream which ran along jnst in front
of our house. 1 remember that clearly:
Cor tlie darkies talked and laughe.1 so
iiiui.'h, and so loud while they were moving
the big timbers into ttieir places. I was
then not more than two years old. The
next thing which ti.sed itself in my mem
ory was uiy first [lants—my, how proud
I was of' those jeans—I wanted to be a
man—girls were not interesting to me. in
the least, and I was more than glad t(.
separate myself from their apparel.
“ hen I was next aware of myself,
sulHciently to remember. I was trying to
learn A from the picture of the Ark; B
from the picture of a sheep bleating; 0
from the picture of a big owl, and J from
the picture of a jaybir.i: I was then- three
or four years of age. When I took notice
again—to remember—1 was attending a
little private school, which was provided
for by my father and iincle for my cous
ins, my brother and myself, and which
was taught by an awfully pretty young
lady, whom I loved most dearly, and from
whom I learnel many little memory vers
on, also the fiiMt principles of rending and
spelling. I was than five years old.
' ‘ 1 shall never forget how exceedingly
timid I was about appearing in public.
1 usually cried when I had to recite one
of tho.se famous, or infamous they seemed
to me. poems; me ran like this:
‘Little .irops of water.
Little grains of sa:id
Make the mighty ocean
And the pleasant land.
‘ Little deeds of kindness,
Little words of love
Make our earth an Eden
Like the heaven above.’
“The first line was particularly appro
priate for me—for 1 nearly always wept
when I male speeches, in those days.
“When I was six years old I entered
the public school where I began to get ac-
(|uainted with the elements of reading,
spelling and arithmetic. The building was
a log structure, which had seen many
winters, and which was consjiicuous es-
peciall.v for a copious ventilation in cold
windy weather. It was more like a re
frigeration plant. But lespite the lack
of individual drinking cups, pencil tab
lets to take the place of the filthy slate
and seats with hacks and varnish on ’em,
we were a j.rettv lusty looking bunch,
and learned to read, sjiell and figure with
out I.eing tested for the hookworm an.1
being vaccinated against the smallpox. I
was e'-ami'ied once for fighting; and vac
cinated twice for telling the teacher sto
ries.
“There was about the old school yard
a sort of tree of the genus gum, which
was exceedingly prolific in the production
of sprouts—they must have grown there
March 15, 1912.
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on purpose, wliich in those days were
used profusely for the purpose of em-
[ihasizing the difference between our opin
ions, and those of the teacher.
“One day the teacher observed me fas
tening a pin in a seat where a friend of
mine was exjiected to sit. Sh! sh! too
bad to spoil a stunt like that.
(To he concluded).
THE STORY OF A SONG.
The summer evening was fast approach
ing its close. The shadows were growing
fainter. Lionel Emerson stood and looked
about him. He was in a strange town,
and had missed his train. Rosindale, the
town of our story, was a pretty little vil
lage in the New Hampshire Hills. It
seemed to have been an aristocratic place,
judging from the several large stone man
sions. Lionel Emerson, a dark complected
young man of twenty-five, wealthy and
handsome, was traveling merely for plea
sure. He inquire! for the hotel, but was
disagreeably surprised to be informed that
the village afforded none.. What was ho
to do? He gazed at the few homes. Sure
ly he could find a place of rejKi-se for one
night.
With these thoughts he hurried to the
haiiisomest residence in view. Here he
was coolly refused. Again he tried a sim
ilar building and received a similar an
swer. It seemed that everyone had an
excuse; then he began to think seriously
of his situation. Lionel as yet had never
realized, ‘ ‘ Sweet are the uses of adversi
ty. ” No wonier his inner self was be
ginning to appear. However, he strolled
on. Seeing a neat cottage on the sub
urbs. he decried to go thith*r. This