Hathaway Brown School - Specularia Yearbook (Cleveland, OH)

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Q CD6 WUEQYVHHCC of SUHUHQ. The Sunday labor law commends itself to every well balanced, sound, thoughtful mind. It is a law which, if enforced, would k. prove a blessing to many a hard wor ing man and woman in Cleveland. In this glorious, free country of ours there is no necessity for the everlasting rush and money-grabbing of men. Gne of the first things that a foreigner notices on coming to this country is the continual hurry and rush, into the vortex of which he is soon drawn. Physicians say that men need one day out of seven in which to rest their minds and bodies, but the rest to' which they refer is not absolute, enforced, Pharisaical idleness. When the all-wise Father created man, He created laws to govern man, and when He said, The seventh day is the Sabbath of the Lord thy God: in it thou shalt not do any work, He meant it for man's good. Although Christians changed the Sabbath from the last day to the first day of the week, the principle remains the same, while the rule is even more necessary in this civilized age than it was in the primal state. A But why must soda-water fountains, candy and grocery stores, butcher shops, and, worst of all, saloons and theaters run full blast on Sundays? They do a bigger busi- ness on that day, they say, than on any other. There is much to be saidon both sides about drug and grocery stores, and butcher shops, but butcher shops need keep open for a short time only, in the early morning, for the benefit of the poor. Drug stores could attend strictly to the drug business onthat day, and so necessi- tate the employment of fewer clerks. Street cars are necessary in this civilized age, and for the poor men and women who have to work six days out of the seven in some hot, dirty sweat-shop, and live in squalid tene- ments in some wretched back street, a ride with their families into the country to breathe some of God's pure air, and to rest tired eyes on Nature's beautiful handiwork, is acomfort and blessing. ' If the people of this country would give more of their time for rest and recuperation, useful men's lives would be prolonged, the world would be more as God meant that it should be, and the people in America would not be simply bundles of nerves. Now, if thoughtful, sane people would only ignore the low-down politicians and their horde of foolish, thoughtless men, strike out for the right and see that the Sunday labor law is enforced, it would prove, not only a blessing, but a godsend to many a weary man, woman, and child. , , LILLIAN FENNER, '99. fi!-1 flDOllL1lTl6l1t mountain.- In the western part of Massachusetts, in the Berkshire Hills, is one mountain famous for an Indian legend. if 'William Cullen Bryant wrote a beautiful poem about this Indian legend and he called his poem Mon- ument Mountain. Many years ago, when the Indians still roved over the state of Massachusetts, and over all the eastern part of the country, 'T-ev -.- .-r,-,EQ 1-,---. i , 'i ' 1 ' ' ' WN' ' i 1 .- fx. -., .. ' If ,Jr '- x,1 ' 1 . --.'----------fa-W,-e.--.,....,,4,., 1 an -.,,,...,A:5.,, ,L-,5,,'Q3EA.,. , - -- . , , ,. wr - - , R D , d M .N x Qs NRM, V H 1, . -, V .- ,....,,,.-,.- ,4m,,.f.--L...-at .. .. . , , ' -'---Y--M ' -1 HBS there lived an Indian maiden in the beauti- ful Berkshire. Hills. When the Indian chiefs went by the hut in which she lived, they heard her merry laughter and also her bright songs. But soon she grew silent and begin to look pale. The Indian chiefs wondered at her quietness because she had usually been so happy and merry, and they sadly missed her bright songs when they 16

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CD6 Eivetfihg lbistorv ot 30ht1 Gilpin. By WiZf1'd77Z Cowpeff, 1782. Q John,', said Mr. Gilpin's wife to him one day, we have been married a great many years and never have we had a holi- day. I have been thinking how nice it would be to take a little trip to Edmonton. I shall have a chaise and take my sisters and their children so there Will be no room for you, dear john, but you can borrow a horse, and follow behind the chaise. To this plan good natured john, Gilpin con- sented, and went to order the chaise, and a horse for himself. . After many preparations all was ready, and the chaise awaited them. three doors off, not any nearer, because people would deem them proud. john having put his wife, her sisters, and their children into the chaise, went back to mount his own horse, which caused him much trouble, because the horse's back was so slippery that he could not stay on. At last he was on, all ready to start, when twang! went the bell on his shop door. Looking around, he saw three men waiting to be served. He was so wellon his horse that he at Hrst decided to remain where he was, but as pennies were of much more importance than weary bones, he dis- mounted and went to his customers. They spent a great while in looking around, but after awhile they bought what they wanted and departed. John had just mounted, when the maid called out to him that the wine had been forgotten, and John had to dismount again. He fastened the two bottles of wine on his belt, one on each side so as to make his balance even, threw a cloak over his shoulders, mounted his 'horse again, and was off for good. After he had ridden a short distance, he came upon a very smooth road, and the horse started to trot. Poor john did not know the art of trotting, so he just seized the horse's mane and bounced with all his might. The horse had never had anybody on his back that rode in that way, so he went faster for fright 3 john's hat and wig blew off, and the bottles at his side broke, and his cloak fiuttered behind him in the wind, until the button came off, when the cloak also was le' t behind. V The horse did not stop until he came to the gate of an old friend of john's, in Ware. The man was in his yard and when he saw john, he asked him to come in. Dear friend, said John, I will stop here awhile, before I ride back to my wife in Edmonton. This friend gave John something to eat and lent him a wig and a hat that were very much too large for him. john bade his friend good-bye and as he mounted his horse, he resolved that the horse should be made to go where he wished him to. But at that moment an ass brayedg this fright- ened the horse and he started off with a sudden jerk, leaving the borrowed hat and wig at the owner's gate. As john passed the Bell at Edmonton, on his second ride, he spied his wife sitting on the balcony. John, she cried, do stop your riding. We are hungryf' John gasped: So am I, and was lost to view around a corner Mrs. Gilpin pulled out a coin and gave it to a small post boy, telling him to fetch her husband back. The post-boy rode up to john and tried to grasp the horse's bridle 5 this terrihed the horse so that it set out at a dreadful rate, with the post-boy inclose pursuit. A number of men standing on the street saw them coming and called out for somebody to stop them, and away one or two of the people lied after poor john and the post-boy. The city gates were opened for him by the guard,who thought it was a race. And a race it was, won' by john Gilpin. MABEL M. MITCHELL, 1902. I5

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'Wh 'Nm Hn mike 0 Q n P00r to the 'W-981 Street Se- and MVB to hot, tene- a ride by to I0 rest iwvrk, dgive - ation, ,th C hat it mild ould and en, if Ve. 15' iti- A iaii ed, her exif- refs., 5. wif 167 L67 J' passed her hut on their way to war. This maiden passionately loved her cousin, an Indian chief, but, according to the Indian She tried belief, this wasan unlawful love. to put her love away, but it was impossible. She grew thin and pale and she came no more to the Indian dances, nor to the place where the Indians husked their corn. The poor girl often wept bitterly in her hut, unseen by anyone. One bright summer morning she put on her good dress,-it was her father's favorite and it always pleased him when she wore it,-and wandered slowly up a beautiful mountain. When she had reached the sum- mit, she gazed sadly down into the village. There lay the hut of her cousin whom she loved so well, and also her father's hut which she was not to see again. She re- mained on the mountain until sunset, and then the unhappy maiden Hung herself down the western precipice. A grave was dug at the foot ofthe moun- tain and a monument of stones, shaped like a cone, was raised beside it. Each warrior as he passed the grave, placed a stone next the grave. In this way a monument was raised. r The mountain from which the Indian girl flung herself is now called Monument Mountain. CAR LOTTE. KRAUSE, 1 902. ,fRA1 tbenrv Jfieloing. l Henry Fielding was a frolicsome, fun loving boy, brought up in the country, with a mind which showed no tendency to hard work as long as the body was comfort- ably clothed and fed, with a passionate, gay, and reckless disposition, yet, withal a keen observer of human nature 3 with keen wit and a fine sense of honor. These were the qualities with which Henry Fielding, novelist and magistrate, started out in life, He went first to Eton and there probably gained the title of hail fellow well met. As he grew older, his character developed in the same directions and at Leyden het was thought rather wild 3 but what could you expect of a man, if he came by his wildness honestly through a long line of rich, extravagant ancestors who left him everything but their money I His wildness was brought to his notice by his father, and he was compelled to leave Leyden. But once in London, he proceeded to enjoy himself. He lived on the proceeds of a number of pretty little plays, and inci- dentally on his friends, and frequented the worst taverns and the best society in the town. Soon he married him a wife, a maid of great beauty and a small fortune. With this fortune at his command, Fielding en- deavored to play the part of a country gen- tleman, and so thorougly did he succeed in spending his small fortune in true country gentleman style, that in three years he found himself back in London with only a few pounds and a wife and children. Now came the days-and frequently the nights-when, with a wet towel around his head, he studied at Middle Temple and, as a result, was soon admitted to the bar. About that time there appeared the first Englisl1 novel, Pamela, by Samuel Richardson. Fielding's keen sense of humor immediately saw how ridiculous Richard- son's morality might be made, and in a spirit of raillery, started to write Joseph Andrews. In spite of his bad intention of only making fun of Pamela, his genius, having found a suitable outlet, soon raised him above the spirit of ridicule, and Joseph Andrews grew to be astrong novel, whose style, wit, and general knowledge of human