Temple University - Templar Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

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r PBtao or IOWIN M LOMO A ION TwiiriH ANO trnxa ats PMILAOCLPMIA mirii ut thr ( [laaa nf 19D9 of JJtbi'ral (Tjrta aui rrntrpa JJubUaheb by thr (flaeuAX.BKRT E. McKlNI.KVXntruiurlimi Pour long but happy years have the members of the Class of 1909 spent together in college, becoming more and more strongly attached to each other as the years have passed since we first appeared in Room H-y waiting cur turn to consult our now much esteemed Dean Dr. Albert P. McKinley in response to the voice from within, “Work, work, work!” From that day until this we have steadily looked forward to the proud day when wc should sally forth into the world or boldly into other institutions to attain further glory. Yet we shall look, perhaps, with many regrets upon that final day that shall sever our connection with our Alma Mater, with its many efficient instructors and our associates with whom we have labored side by side, at times, and apart at others. We came to college to prepare for higher and better work and have toiled seriously and nobly, often, however, in the midst of difficulties and sacrifices. But. in among these hours of toil and study can be seen, in rainbow hues, as it were, many bright moments of pleasure from which seriousness and dignity were often banished. It is our purpose in presenting this initial volume to give to lasting form such facts and incidents as will throw some light upon what might seem to others a Dark Age in our careers. We trust, however, that the remarks made, whether intended for instructor or student, lie taken in a spirit devoid of seriousness. If you have received much attention at our hands, content yourselves by feeling that you are popular with your associates; if you have received little, remember the limitations placed upon the committee. Finally, wc wish to extend our hearty thanks to all who have assisted us in making this Ixxjk a success—our instructors, classmates, friends, and especially our advertisers whom wc trust you will frequently patron izc. In conclusion let us say we earnestly hope that in this first attempt at a college class book wc shall have accomplished onr object, which has been to present to you a book which you will peruse and enjoy in coming years, and which will help to keep fresh in your memories visions of the good old times when you worked with your classmates within the walls of our Alma Mater. Dear, Old, TEMPLE. The Committee. 5 2213436 Two Achikvhmknts ok I r. Conwkj.i.Qcinratunj Ol'u' C) grey walled Temple! on the broad highway Where busy throngs pass by thee night and day, Like Wisdom fair of old thou cricst out. "Come hither! cat my bread, my mingled wine Most freely drink, and it shall come about Thou shah find treasure, than the ruddy shine Of rubies ehoiccr or than much fine gold." So call’st thou, and thy doors arc open wide. Cathedral portals that in daylight bold Or in the silent night have ne’er denied An entrance to one seeking soul. O Temple’s blessed gates, A longed-for goal. A Titan spirit pulses through thy halls, A spirit of endeavor, ruthless, strong. It urgent drives to onerous tasks that throng. Or on the work with vigorous onslaught falls. Cyclops it forms at learning’s forge—they blow The bellows, make the anvil ring, complete The task; then gain they rest well-earned and sweet, And honor, when abroad their work they show. Fierce burning endeavor. Possess us forever. Here justice with her calm deep eyes unbound. Gives equal chance to all—nor creed nor race Nor sex availeth aught—and should the base Desire a guerdon, those clear eyes can sound Their depth of infamy—but to the strong. The true, she giveth crowns of grace and long Sweet thoughts of bloodless victory and hope With fiercer foes in other fields to cope. Just dues she never fails To give with equal scales. Thine altars glow with fiery hearts that pour Sweet clouds of incense forth up to the skies In aspirations for that best bright prize, A character well-rounded, fit the sore Complaints of suffering to soothe, or 'mid The great to adorn high places of the earth. Such broodings arc not stifled in their birth But cherished and deep in sweet silence hid. Bring forth rich fruits From spreading roots. O sun. that nourishest the kindly earth. Pour down thy beams on Temple, for like thee. She brings the hidden seeds of life to birth. O stars, that guide the sailor o'er the sea, On whom the Magi gazed with wond’ring eyes. Shine bright on Temple, for in her. too. lies The power of direction—O Most High, Omnipotent 1 bless Temple 1 pass not by Thine handmaid, on thine arm may she rely. Ever victorious. Patterned like thee. lSAtlF.1. Macfarlank, 7Mr. Giduon President Miss Van Ruskirk TreasurerGlass Or3an 2a ntt OFFICERS Fin Henry J. Gideon, President Isabel. Macfaki.ane, Vice-President Albert Charles Norton, Secretary F.mma May VanBlskirk. Treasurer COMMITTEES Organisation George W. Rieger. Jr.. (Ch.) Albert C. Norton William S. Garrison Emma M. VanBlskirk Furman B. Willis Examinations Isabel Macpari.ank (CIi ) Furman B. Willis Louise I Ferrino (Ch. William M. Seel Oscar D. Thomas Record George W. Rieger, Jr., (Ch.) Albert C Norton (Mg. Ed.) Memorial Gertrude Mitciiei.i. (Ch.) Paul Fuwidge SERArniM lie Silvia Picture William S. Garrison. (Ch.) Charles Buckley John T. Thomson Banquet Henry J. Gideon (Ch.) Gex rck W. Rieger. Jr. Isabel M altar lank Emily Romson Albert C. Norton F.mma M. VanBuskirk Louise F. Pkrring Furman B. Willis Courses leading to the Decrees of A.B. and B.S. Albert E. McKinley, Ph.D.. Dean and Professor of History. 5farulty uf lhr (Cnllrgr nf £tlirral Arte atib iprirtues I-luka H. Carnkll, Liu.I)., Lecturer in the History of ArL William C. Carnell, B.S., Lecturer in Chemistry. Samuki. A. Anders, A.B., Professor of German. Charles A. Coulomb. B.S.. Lecturer in Pedagogy. Richard B. Doughty, Professor of Mechanical am! Architectural Lewis R. F'erguson, B.S. in C.E., Lecturer in Civil Engineering Drawing. Henry Fox. Ph.D.. Professor of Biology. Oscar Gkrson. Ph.D., Professor of Pedagogy. Napoleon B. Heller, Ph.D., Professor of Mathematics. Grace E. Kingsbury, Director of Women's Gymnasium. John B. Roxby, M.D., Professor of Anatomy. Emile B. de Sauze, Ph.D.. Professor of French. Reuben T. Shaw. M.A.. Professor of Chemistry and Physics Henry Franklin Slifkk, M.D., Professor of Physiology-. Herbert Stotksiiury. Ph.D., Professor of Psychology. W. Bertram Twiss, AM. Pro es?or of Enclish Franklin K. Fretz, Ph.D., Lecturer in Ethics. Gladstone Holm, Ph.D,. Lecturer in Sociology. Francis H. Lee, A. B.. Lecturer in Latin. Joseph M. McVby. A.B., Lecturer iu Mathematics, Robert C. Schmitz, C.E., Lecturer in Engineering. Philip M Segrera. Lecturer in Spanish Robert Burns Wallace. A.M., D.D., Lecturer in English, Ethel M. Brown, B.I.. Instructor in Elocution. James Dix. Instructor in Oratory. William H. Doering. B.S.. Instructor in Physics FERDINAND H. Gxaser. A.M., Instructor in Political Economy. Thomas Elwood Huff. B.S.. Instructor in Physics. Nicholas P. Vlachos. Ph.D., Professor of Greek and Latin. . , ...... Frank W. White. M.D.. Professor of Physical Education and Ward Hunt Snook. B.S.. Instructor in Engineering. Hygiene 910Glass Qnlt Luma May VanBuskirk, A.B. A lawyer's dealings should be just and fair. Honesty shines with great advantage there." After learning all she could in the Reading High School. Emma came to Temple in 1905. where she became a student at once. The Hit Alpha adopted her in course of time. Teaching and Law will occupy her future hours. When at home Miss Emma resides at 1822 E. Clementine Street, Philadelphia. Charles Buckley, M.E.. B.S. "Saw ye e'er a gallant laddie Half sac spick an' span as he? 'Tis our Buckley I'll be mcanin' Modest, aye in company.” Buckley after leaving the Mansfield S. S'. made his way to Philadelphia, where he became a Supervising Principal. In 1903 he found bis way to Temple where he attracted much attention. He expects to continue in the Public Schools. He is a member of the Philadelphia Teachers’ Association and the Schoolman’s Club. 5005 Chester Ave. is his residence. Paul Elurioge, B.S. “Our French poetic philosopher.” Paul found that he did not learn enough in the College of the City of New York, so he came to Temple in ico8 to make up what he lacked. He joined the Phi Alpha as soon as possible. Literature and Philosophy will occupy his future time. He lives at 313 S. Third Street. William Stokes Garrison. B.S. "He talks like a sceptic and writes like a preacher ( ?)." 11Garrison, one of our city teachers, is a graduate of the N. E. M. T. H. S., C. H. S., and the School of Pedagogy. He entered Temple in 1906, and will continue his work in the Public Schools. Literature and History will keep him busy in the future. He resides at 4503 Smedley Street. Henry Joseph Gideon, B.S. Class President. “Wisdom docs not show itself so much in precept as in life—in firmness of mind and a mastery of appetite. It teaches Us to do as well as talk; and to make our words and actions all of a color."—Seneca. Gid spent the usual time in the Central High School and the School of Pedagogy, and finally became a Supervising Principal. In 1907 he knocked at the portals of Temple and was quickly admitted. He is well-known in the Philadelphia Teachers' Association, the Schoolmen's Club and at the Lulu Temple. 3549 N. Fifth Street is his home. Isabel Macfarlank, A.B. Vice-President. “Much ado about nothing.” Miss Macfarlanc, a graduate of the Girl’s Normal School, entered Temple in 1904. and shortly became a Supervising Principal in the city schools. Her next struggle is for a Ph.D. She lives at 1000 Belmont Ave. Gertrude Estelle Mitchell, A.B. "Never so well pleased as when examinations arc sprung." Miss Mitchell prepared herself in the Temple Prep. School and entered the College department in 1906. The Phi Alpha managed to seize her, as it did others of the class. A Ph.D. is the ambition of this young lady. She resides at 1803 N. Twenty-second Street. Albert Charles Norton, B.S. Class Poet and Secretary. “There is more in him than size would indicate." 12Norton when he left the C. H. S. came to Temple to learn business methods, acting for a time as the Office Assistant to the Dean. He entered College in 1905 and will occupy his time as a journalist, in the U. S. Service and in securing an M.A. He is a member of the Phi Alpha. V. M. C. A., Athletic Association, The Owl Board 1905-09, Walking Club, Student Volunteer Movement for Foreign .Missions. Address; 1530 Diamond Street. Louise Franklin PerRing, B.S. "The desire of knowledge, like the thirst for riches, increases ever with the acquisition of it "Sttrne. Miss Perring. a Supervising Principal, prepared at the Philadelphia Girl's Normal School and entered Temple in 1905. A Ph.D. is her next ambition. 4829 Haver ford Ave. is her home. George Washington Rieger, Jr., B.S. "Our Piscatorial Enthusiast.” Rieger, who delights to teach the young how to shoot, is a graduate of the Central High School and the School of Pedagogy. He entered Temple in 1905. He is a member of the National Geographic Society, the Geographical Society of Philadelphia, and Philadelphia Teachers' Association. 1855 X. Marvine Street is his present address. Emily Robison, A.B. "The rational (?) contradictinarian.” Miss Robison docs not seem to have exhausted her energy at the Bloomsburg State Normal, for she has worker! like a Trojan ever since she came to Temple in 1906. In addition to her school duties she acted as College Librarian. She is a member of the Phi Alpha and the Bloomsburg S. X. Philogia. Libraries will occupy her future hours. Espy. Columbia Co. is her address. Wji.liam Moore Seel. .B. Class Prophet. "In exalting the faculties oi the soul, we annihilate to a great degree the delusion of the senses.” 13Seel has been an active student in Temple since 1902. Me is a graduate of Temple Preparatory School. The Phi Alpha and the Y. M. C. A. laid claim to Seel to good advantage. Me was a member of Tub Owl Board 1906-08, of the Cerclc Francois and the Student Volunteer Movement for Foreign Missions. He will continue as a student of Theology at Union. Residence, 2153 Uber Street. Oscar Dean Thomas, B.S. ‘‘My deepest pleasure is to read German.” Thomas, another teacher of the “young idea.” is a graduate of the Central Manual Training School, the Central High School and the School of Pedagogy. He entered Temple in 1905. Me is a member of the Schoolman's Club, the Philadelphia Teachers' Association, and the Keystone Troop. Me lives at Folcroft, Pa. John Tison Thomson, B.S. , "Wc have a doughty scientist. And Thomson is his name, If you want to know bacteria He’s one to teach the same." Our Bacteriologist was a student at the C. M. S. and later at the Medico Chirurgical College. Me entered Temple in 1906 and intends to improve his time in Physiological Gtemistry and Medicine. His home is at 1127 S. 46th Street. Furman Buck Willis, A.B. Sahitatoriaii. “Our representative from the mosquito state, New Jersey.” When Willis graduated from the Ocean City High School he looked around and selected Temple as a suitable place to prepare for his future work in Law; as a result he entered in 1906. He is associated with the A. and Nr. Debating Society, the Phi Alpha, the Y. M. C. A., The Owl Staff and the Athletic Association. Me lives in Ocean City, N. J.QnlUujr Jltritnru 1905-1909 Hamilton Wright Mabic says of Chaucer: “One of the most interesting facts about Chaucer is that when we think of him. we instantly see about him a group of men and women; like Shakespeare, he stands out-of-doors with all kinds of people in his company.” Just so, when we think of Temple University we see instantly a man whose influence enters into the personal lives of men in every clime and degree of civilization. Nay, more; we see these very ones struggling for an education as for a forlorn hope and coming out triumphant through the influence and leadership of this man, Dr. Russell H. Conwell. Reared in stern New England and trained in military, legal and pastoral duties, we see him thinking and feeling for others, and teaching, as early as 1886. a few energetic students. The school was not then a university nor even a college, but a Bible school. As time passed and the work progressed, it gradually became a college, ami into this college came in Scpteml er, 1905, a new flock for this scholastic shepherd. Some did not sojourn long with us, but others have remained until the present time, and arc now approaching the end of their College Journey. Let us, therefore, take a few glances at the history of these wanderers as they have journeyed along these four happy years. The first year of our wanderings, like that of all similar pilgrims, had a very dull beginning. Unknown to most of our schoolmates, and not knowing the various nooks and comers of the college, we quite frequently entered wrong class-rooms or made other curious mistakes, which alone broke the humdrum, every-day tone of our lives. But soon, a light shone in the darkness; there was a summons sent forth by the elder Pilgrims—High and Mighty Phi Alphans, as they were called—to assemble in Kennard Hall early one Friday afternoon in October. Here we were introduced to our prospective instructors, whom we had met only peremptorily in the class-room. The more experienced wanderers also instructed us concerning the various rules and maxims proper for Freshics, as we were called, to know. There was to Ik- extreme moderation in our dress and head-gear, bows were to be made to the wise Sophomores, noble Juniors and lordly SENIORS; and, finally, the most drastic measures were laid upon us for the reduction of Our supposed "swelled heads" and “high school” conceit. In a short time these Freshmen received an invitation to join the mystic circle of the Majestic Phi Alphans. All except Mr. Seel acceded to the wishes of our I ords and Overlords, while Mr. Norton being a "special” was scarcely permitted to look into the faces of these benev- olent despots. By the time of the Christmas holidays, we had become very good friends, even if we did sometimes object to the apparent feudal suzerainty of the the three Higher Classes. By this time we had learned to lisp the names of our stately Phi Alpha Officers: ISPresident:—Albert Hall Marion. Vice-President:—Frances J. Heath. Secretary:—Ida L. K. Miller. Treasurer:-p-Jknnie Hudson. A new project was now proposed: the establishment of a college paper. The cry went up in November, and, at a mass meeting held in the Forum it was decided to form an organization committee consisting of representatives from all the day departments. Mr. Albert H. Marion was chosen Chairman and Dr. Gaw and Dr. Stotesbury gave their valuable assistance as advisors. A Constitution Committee was appointed, and for once our haughty peers submitted to the guidance of an humble Naughty Nine Freshman. The original Committee was resolved into a Board of Directors and they proceeded to elect an Editorial Staff for that wise and wonderful freak of College journalism The Owl. In order to finance the paper, a play entitled “A Case of Suspension,” by Louise L. Wilson was given by the Phi Alphans. And note the miraculous event; a Freshman was prompter of her mighty Feudal Lords and the “leading man” was likewise recruited from that despised bunch—the histrionic S'cel. Perhaps a list of the dramatis personae may be interesting to us: Dorothy ................................................................Miss Heath. Alice...................................................................Miss Tolbert. Mildred ................................................................Miss Hudson. Harold ..................................................................Mr. Howlett Tom ................................................................... Mr. Marion. Jack.....................................................................Mr. Cotton. Miss Ophelia Judkins....................................................Mrs. Miller. Prof. Emilius Kdgcrton.....................................................Mr. Seel. Kathleen .......................................................Miss Shcllenberger. Jonas ...................................................................Mr. Young. Manager .................................................................Mr. VVilmot. The mcmliers of the caste were coached by our revered English Professor, Dr. Allison Gaw. The humble Freshman, Miss VanBuskirk was prompter, but the caste did their work so well that all she had to do was to stand over a furiously heated radiator and let herself be nearly roasted alive. The society realized $100 which it gave toward the founding of The Owl. One week later was February 15th, 1906, Founders' Day, you notice. Gala days at any College are times of special rejoicing: but at Temple, owing to the usually “strenuous life,” holidays arc more than appreciated. 16And of all glad days, the one par excellence for both young and old, faculty and students—in fact, for everybody at Temple (except the janitors)—is Founders’ Day. Talk about fun! You don’t know what the word means until you have witnessed a Founders' Day Rally. It began this year with a burst of hearty applause on the entrance of Dr. Conwell. After the regular Giapcl exercises, conducted by the President, Dr. McKinley took charge of the program, introducing representatives who brought birthday greetings from the various departments. After delivering their verbal messages the speakers again filed up to the platform bearing a more visible token of their esteem in the shape of a fishing outfit. Then a strange thing happened. A reverend gentle-nun of the Junior Class deigned to read to the assembled collegians a new college song written anonymously for the occasion by one of the Ostracised. Later in the day the bells rang for all to assemble, and what joy was theirs! A rare dramatic treat was in store, and they appreciated it immensely. It was a repetition of “A Case of Suspension.” After the spread, following the play given by the Phi Alpha to members of the college Department, came the Faculty luncheon, to which the Dramatic Corps was invited. With shouts of joy, all Tcmpleites later saw representatives of our Alma Mater acquitting themselves nobly on the hard fought field. And it was only after our conquering heroes had wiped up the floor with the opposing team that any one thought of supper. After a brief interval spent in that delightful pastime, we assembled for the evening exercises in the Baptist Temple. Then came the real treat of the day. After the Apollo Quartette had rendered several delightful selections, and the students, through Mr. Kincadc of the Law School, and Miss Gertrude M. Tolbert of the College Department, had Spoken, Dr. Wilmcr Krusen, of our Medical School, introduced the speaker of the evening: Dr. George Stuart Fullerton, of Columbia University, who delivered a very polished address on "The Wealth of the Mind.” Then Dr. Comvcll made a few stirring remarks in which he applied in a practical way the central thought of Dr. Fullerton's address to the work of the Temple. At the close of the exercises, every one withdrew to the “Gym” for the reception there. Amid music and dancing and the hum of merry conversation, the evening came to an end, leaving every one more enthusiastic than ever over the joys of the life together at our Alma Mater. Thus passed our First Founders' Day Celebration. The Owi. made its first ap| earancc in April. 190$, in which number appeared a hearty encouragement from Dr. Conwell in the following words: PltlLA., Mar. 25, 1906. To the Editor of The Owl: My salutation to the Editors and my fraternal greetings to the readers of The Owl. At last the smold- 17cring fires have been fanned into flame and the illumination will be maintained, I hope for years to come. Seek ye the good for man and ye shall have your share. Yours fraternally, Russell H. Con well. The staff and editors who had worked so hard to bring forth this initial number, were: Hinson V. Howlett, oO C., Editor in Chief. Frederick J. Deane, ’07 P., Managing Editor. Percy E. Wii.mot, ’07 C, Business Manager. ASSOCIATE EDITORS. , Albert H. Marion, ’07 C., Literary. James T. Jenkins, ‘07 N. P. T., Athletics. Frances J. Heath, '06 C.. College Notes. Albert C. Norton, ’09 C.. Exchanges. Ida L. K. Miller, ’07 C, Announcements. William J. H. Cotton, '06 C., Alumni. Specimens of the articles in the first numbers were: “Mein Ueber Fritz von Elsie," by Bertha Davenport. ’07 K. "The Merchant of Venice,” by Ida L. K. Miller. 07 C. "landscape,” by Gertrude M. Tolbert, 08 C. “The Cherry and the White." by A. C. Norton, 09 C. Meanwhile, societies had been very active. A debating society, the Pi Kappa Phi. was formed and did good work during the year. This was partially Prep., but its mainstay was The College, from which came its advisors and some of its officers. The more typical College society was the Phi Alpha, which held numerous spreads, surprised Duchess Henrietta Burbridge in her chateau at Tacony, held its annual Banquet on the 12th of May and enjoyed a picnic to Chadd's Ford, along the Brandywine, early in June. The Y. M. C. A. sent Messrs. Seel, Young, Wilmot, Cotton, Nor ley to Northfield Conference to laud the praises of Temple among sister colleges. The closing feature of the College year was the Commencement at which several sojourners left this happy abode. Among them were Mr. Cotton. Rev. Johnston, Miss Heath, Miss Clark and Mr. Howlett. There was one class-room from which we found it hard to part, and that was Dr. Caw’s, in old B9. He wasn’t Doctor then, but it was to his careful training in paragraph and theme writing that most of us owe whatever facility with the English language that we may have. May abundant success attend his efforts as he labors in the far West. ISThe Sophomore Year of the Class of 1909, along with the rest of the University and College grades, was formally opened on September 17th, 1906, at the Broad and Brown Sts. Building, president Conwcll presided, and after a forceful speech, introduced Dean Francis Chapman, of the Law School. Mr. Chapman made a learned address on “The University Idea.” He traced the idea from ancient Babylon, Phoenicia, Greece and Rome through the period of the renaissance and down to the present time. Dr. McKinley spoke for the College Department, and pointed out that the two aims of a College course were the training of the mind and the giving of a wider outlook on life. In the first number The Owi. for this year (i.e., October. 1906), the Freshics were given some rules to be observed by them. Among these rules were the following: t. Never fail to greet your superiors, the Sophomores. Juniors, and especially the Seniors, with a very courteous bow. 2. If you are privileged, through the kindness of the faculty, to talk any subject with your superiors, never try to answer any question which they may not feel inclined (at the moment) to answer. 3. If a distinguished Senior—and they are all distinguished—should enter the library, and all the chairs be occupied, show your servility by arising at once and giving up your seat, whether the person be lady or gentleman. 4. Never “butt" in when the Seniors arc engaged in any conversation, for you are only Freshics, and may use language unbecoming that learned and august hotly of students. 5. Speak only when spoken to. 6. If you meet a Senior outside of the College building, never dare to converse with him. but simply greet him with a salutation due to such a respected person. 7. Always let a Sophomore precede you in the College, on the street, or whcrc-cvcr you may be fortunate to meet him, for he is better able to guide the unsteady Freshman. 8. Never be caught talking to a Senior co-Fd, or playing tennis with her on the College “campus.” The Phi Alpha, which has done so much to foster College spirit and by whose members these rules were promulgated, also announced its officers chosen at the last meeting in June. They are: 19President, Percy Eben Wjlmot, '07 C. Treasurer, Marie P. J. Voll, '07 C. (now Mrs. Brede). Pice-President, Ida L. K. Miller, ’07 C. Secretary, E. M. Van Busk irk. "09 C. The Staff and Managers of The Owl were the following for this year: THE STAFF. Albert Hall Marion, ’07 C., Editor-in-Chief. Frederick J. Deane, ’07 P., Managing Editor. Percy Eben Wilmot, 07 C., Business Manager. ASSOCIATE EDITORS. Ida L. K. Miller, '07 C, Literary. James L. Jenkins, '07 P. T., Athletics. Geo. S. Young, '07 C., College Notes. Gertrude Whilldin, ’07 K., Exchanges. Melsom Tuttle, ’07 P.. Announcements. Wm. J. H. Cotton, ’06 C., Alumni. Edith Creveung. ’04 Fi., Alumni. By November several changes had been made. Mr. Wilmot was made "General Business Manager” and Albert C. Norton. '09 C., was added as “Night Business Manager.” The Phi Alphans gave their formal reception early in October, and on November 2nd occurred the famous Hallowe’en party in the College library. This, of course, was actually an initiation party. Such a function, of course, was free from all formality; merriment and jollity were r ainpant Even the dignified Seniors condescended to come down from their “high horses” and enjoy the fun with the most frivolous Freshie. Everybody sang until throats were hoarse, Mr. Young joining in the choruses with stentorian voice. Then Mr. Marion read a paper on Hallowe'en, its history and customs, after which, with his usual dignity he led the procession of serene Phi Alphans and hungry applicants for membership to the banquet hall. Alas! Not yet was the feast to be eaten. With due solemnity the new members were initiated. These are ceremonies which can not be told, as the fraternity is a secret one. Suffice it to say they did not climb a greased pole nor ride a donkey. First they were eliminated from the library, then one after the other was led in blindfolded before the fraternity in solemn conclave assembled. Each one was put through the proper ceremonies: Crawling on all fours, singing songs, threading the magic maze. After each applicant had been rigidly examined as to his (or her) age. the number of his shoes and many other equally important matters, the magic potion—a spoonful of flour—was then admisistcred and, well the rest is secret and may not be told. The ceremonies completed, the new members partook of turnip sandwiches, a truly delectable dainty composed of bread crusts and turnip parings. Now the feast was in full sway. New members showed remarkable appetites; indeed, their appreciation of the excellence of the veterans was very noticeable. Really, Miss Manchester bade fair to he a creditable Phi Alphan. 20As she sat opposite Mr. Wilinot, her feelings quite overcame her, and in heartfelt accents she exclaimed: “Ah! not often do 1 have so goodly a man to look upon.” It was with reluctance that the party separated. New members were preparing to depart when they found themselves forcibly detained, and told that they must wash the dishes. They submitted with what grace they might, and now rejoice as fullfledgcd Phi Alphans. A Freshman having successfully passed through the ordeal thus soliloquizes: “Rah! Rah! for the Phi Alpha; We'll voice the cheer with ease. Though the turnips did taste hot, And the Flour Duck made us sneeze. "When we are noble Seniors And arc stocked with wisdom galore. We'll remember the magic potion And being led creeping 'round the floor.” Mr. Seel can probably give the best record of personal experience during this initiation. The Fraternity took a trip to Horticultural Hall on Friday afternoon, November 23rd. to see the evcr-wel-come Chrysanthemum Show. On Monday. December 17th. 1906. there appeared in the Philadelphia Press an article telling of the proposed merging of Temple College, the Philadelphia Dental College and the Garretson Hospital, with Dr. Comvcll as President. The name of the new institution was not yet decided upon. None of the institutions affected were to lose their identity and they were to be conducted under practically the same management and faculties. The Phi Alpha children and their little guests enjoyed a delightful Christmas tree party December 22nd, 1906. given in the afternoon so as not to interfere with the little folks’ bedtime. The bright, smiling faces of the “children” as they greeted Santa Claus would have served as models for Della Robbia’s friezes of happy, innocent childhood. The kindly old saint stripped the tree of its treasures and soon Laura was busy with her ball, Nicholas with his Dutch wind-mill, while delighted Frankie played with his "choo-choo” cars. Samniie "ein fieisiges Kind,” was soon happily turning over the leaves of his Gentian picture book. We prophesy that before many years, this promising lad may be reading musty German philosophy! But no one enjoyed his present so 21much as enthusiastic little Albert. Indeed his rapturous toots of gratitude made old Santa wish he had given him a “Battle of Gettysburg’’ puzzle instead. The children’s friend listened with unfeigned delight as they recited the little pieces that their loving mothers had taught them. But nervous little Nicholas could only lisp in frightened voice, that he had forgotten his piece. Various other facts and fancies of Reuben's big brother and poor, little late Allie added to our enjoyment. On February 6th, 1907, the Phi Alpha Fraternity successfully produced a play “She Stoops to Conquer,” bringing another member of 1909 into the lime-light, Mr. F. B. Willis. Here again Mr. Seel starred. Founders’ Day, as usual, was by far the most satisfactory celebration ever held up to that time. The usual morning cheers and exercises were held, and in the evening Dean Penniman, of the University of Pennsylvania, honored us with an address on “Culture. Character and Citizenship.” The significant fact of observation was the presence of Provost Harrison, Dean Penniman and Dr. Witmcr. all from the University of Pennsylvania. The Phi Alphans gave a May party on the first of May at the Wissahickon, and on May 4th repeated their production of “She Stoops to Conquer.” On May 1 ith. at Hanscoms. was held the annual banquet. May 25th, the Senior Class gave a very unique and interesting Class Day exercise, of which the main feature was the following “Polyglot Melange”: Chinese ............................................................I .aura M. White. Hebrew ...............................................................John Meighan. Greek .............................................................Ida L. K. Miller. Latin ...........................................................Albert H. Marion. Russian .........................................................Emilya Goldberg. French ...........................................................Marie Voll Brcde. German ..............................................................John H. Snoke. Italian ....................................................................Nichola Spinelli. The Phi Alphans held their annual picnic on June 6th, and thus closed the second year of our wanderings This year also saw Miss Emily Robison of 1909 enter upon the domain of the College Library. Just as in ordinary life, so in College, the latter years of our course show many repetitions of former Therefore, my accounts of the Junior and Senior years will be less involved than those which have pre-Thc Junior year of our wanderings opened in September. 1907. The Owt. had again changed its offi-They were now: here. years. ceded. cers. 22THE STATE. VV'ili.iam M. Seel, Editor-in-Chicf. William J. Cusworth, Managing Editor. Furman B. Willis, Day Business Manager. Albert C. Norton, Night Business Manager. ASSOCIATE EDITORS. Gertrude M. Tolbert, 'o8 C., Literary. Ida L. K. Miller, ’07 C., College Notes. John Penn, ’09 P., Athletics. Helen Forgy, ’08 K., Exchanges. Smith Forman, 01 P., Alumni. Edith Creveling, '04 B., Bus. Alumni. Chas. E. Lee, ’08 P.( Announcements. Early in the year the following rules for Freshmen were published: (1) Male Barbarians must show the effect of civilizing influences by parting their knotty hair in the middle. (2) For the same reason the females must throw away their rats. No vermin or creepy things are allowed within the walls of Temple. (3) All of their hats and caps must contain a green button at least three-fourths of an incli in diameter. These rules were a few of the obnoxious maxims (at least they were so to the Freshmen) written by Mr. Furman B. Willis for the Phi Alpha’s opening event of the College year—the reception to new students and Profs. But who can solve this problem—"Why was Mr. Willis absent?" This is undoubtedly a problem for the Egyptian Sphinx to solve. On December 20th, a new Christmas feature was introduced in the festive form of a Circus, and the performers acquitted themselves so successfully that the performance had to be repeated for the benefit of the friends of the students. It was difficult to decide which feature was the best, for each one deserved the title of Circus in his own right. Founders’ Day Celebration was held at the Academy of Music on Saturday afternoon, February 15th, and it was an occasion of special note because of the fact that it was the first to be conducted under the legally recoginzed title of Temple University. We were honored by a very eloquent and excellent oration by Rabbi Emil Hirsch, L.H.D., of Chicago University, upon the growing need of such an institution as the Temple University. On February 28th. the mighty and august Phi Alphans gave one of their excellent feasts at which many 23former members were present, and were as lively participants in the childish pastimes as the ’n Freshies, or even the now stately and sedate JUNIORS of 1909. On the following evening, Dr. Conwcll favored students and their friends with a lecture: “Personal Reminiscences of Famous Men and Women." “The great lesson of true happiness which he conveyed found many sympathetic listeners, and when these have attained the coveted prize, they will long remember and keep sacred the habitation c f The Blue Flower.” This year saw also the birth of a new society. “Ia: Cerclc Francais.” Dr. DeSauzc was prominent in its organization and was assisted by: Jesse Latshaw King. '10 C.. President. Helen M. Burdette Fairchild, ’to I . Pice-President. Meta Scheer, 'ii C, Treasurer. Anna Vlachos, ’ii C, Secretary. On May 2nd they gave an excellent production of Molicrc’s "Lc Malade Imaginairc” at the New Century Club. The “imaginary" victim provoked round after round of applause, but the leading character to win the hearts of “1909" was Wm. M. Seel, who, with practically no knowledge of French, had memorized one of the most difficult parts. On Saturday, May 16th, the annual banquet of the Phi Alpha was held with extreme success, and especially showed the sagacity of its lady President, Miss Tolbert. On May 23rd the Cerclc Francais gave a banquet in honor of the caste in the French play. One new feature appeared at the close of our Junior year and that was the College Banquet which was held in the Forum on June 2nd, 1908. Previous to this time the Temple Alumni Association had been one body. It was now decided that each department should organize a separate Alumni body in order to more materially benefit the institution. In this the College Department took the lead. The Banquet was a huge success, and. while the credit of starting the movement must go largely to "1908,” yet the honor of actually organizing the association remained for “1909.” This year Temple had but one representative to the Intercollegiate Conference at Northficld, Mr. A. C. Norton, of 1909, who was now the Student Volunteer Movement representative for Temple. The summer soon passed and the circuit of time had revolved to the point of September, 1908—a signal for us who are departing to resume our work and to enter upon our Senior year. The Owl as usual had new officers to guide it: 21William J. Cuswortii, Jr., To C, Editor-in-Chief. Ukrjjbrt Du.mstrky. i i C, University .Votes. Furman B. Willis, '09 C., Managing Editor. John Penn, '09 P., Athletics. Edwin McCone, ’09 P., Business Manager. Chari.es E. Lee, ’12 L.. Announcements. Anne B. Smith, ’io C., Literary. Mary E. Finley, 11 C., Exchanges. Gertrude M. Tolbert, ’08 C., Alumni. The Phi Alphans held their usual reception and gave the new Freshies special opportunity to show true College servility. While the “rules” were being read to them, they were placed at the front of the Green Room on the little chairs used by the Kindergarten children and were given sticks of candy to keep them quiet. When counted, two were missing, Mr. DcSilvia and Mr. Eldridge. These were found in a corner enjoying the discomfiture of the Freshies, and were very indignant when dragged out and placed in the Freshman rank. Of course, you know they are Seniors. The February number of The Owi. contained a concise and sympathetic biography of President Conwell by our veteran Owl correspondent, Mr. Norton. Previous to this time, few of us had realized the struggles of Dr. Conwell on the road to success nor how deeply his life was interwoven with the life of Temple University. In April an account of the Samaritan and Garretson Hospitals and of Dr. Wayne Babcocks excellent work there appeared by Mr. Willis. The article was breezy aand interesting—just the kind that you might expect Willis to write. On Hallowe’en Night, the Phi Alphans gowned as ghosts sought the upper regions of Dante’s Inferno (Kennard Hall) and there perpetrated their ghastly initiations upon the cowering Freshmen. These were only interrupted when Miss VanBuskirk’s “ghost” very suddenly took a notion to drop through the skylight. A minstrel show was given the day before the Christmas holidays which afforded much fun and sport to every one who had the least liking for minstrels. The next important event of the year was the Founders’ Day Celebration. These exercises were of special interest, following, as they did. the Lincoln Centenary. Judge Robert von Moschiziskcr presided, and introduced the speaker of the day. ex-Govcrnor Stokes, of New Jersey. Taking as his theme "Abraham Lincoln.” he showed that notwithstanding the fact that Lincoln never graduated from a college, he was as truly a college bred man as any. As a writer of the English language the University of Oxford declared him to be without a peer. After Governor Stokes’ address, the honorary degrees were conferred by President (Conwell upon Mr. Stokes. Dr. Welsh, Dr. Swank. Mr. Greene, and Rev. Win. Jessup. Monday. February 15th. the Phi Alphans held a Valentine Social. Hearts were broken, cut up, torn. shot. 25thrown, joined and made one again in less time than it takes to say. It is known also that certain ones, who in their natural lives never received such childish tokens as “valentines," upon this occasion received enough to far atone for such deficiency. The most famous and notable one of the number was one given to Miss Finley. (It was a lobster.) The annual Phi Alpha Banquet was held Saturday, February 27th. The Professors were invited, but some were conspicuous for their absence. One rumor says—"they could not find the place." Another—“their wives would not let them.” The following toasts were answered: “Caritas"—Dr. McKinley. “The Faculty"—Mr. Cusworth. "History” (Miss Finley) read by Mr. Dumstrey. "The Undergraduates"—Mr. Young. “The PHI ALPHA”—Mr. Wilmot. Mr. Young very impressively made “three points,” while Mr. Wilmot introduced the Phi Alphans to each other by an “advertisement.” April 24th, the Ccrclc Francais assisted by the valuable coaching of Dr. DcSauzc. produced, at the New Century Drawing Rooms. Moliere’s “L’Avarc,” with Dr. Vlachos in the title role. 1909 was represented by three members in the caste: Messrs. Seel, DcSilvia and Norton. Meanwhile, 1909 held its first meeting as a class at the call and in the quiet Germantown residence of our honored Dean, Albert E. McKinley. On Saturday, March 6th, twelve members of the Senior Class assembled and at his suggestion formed a temporary class organization. Mr. Henry Gideon was chosen temporary Chairman and Miss Isabel Macfarlanc temporary Secretary. A committee of five was appointed, whose duty was to make a program of our future work, to be voted upon by the members. A permanent organization was formed on Saturday, March 27th. On Tuesday evening, the following officers were elected: President, Henry Joseph Gideon. Secretary, Albert Charles Norton. Vice-President, Isabel Macfarlanf.. Treasurer, Emma May Van Bus kirk. Since that time plans have been made to bring forth a “Class Record.” the first Year-book and Register to be published by any class in the University proper, and also to successfully steer the Annual College Banquet of Friday, June 4th. It may seem to my readers that I have forgotten to mention my classmates, but this is not the case. In so far. as it is in my power to explain their whims and fancies to you shall it be done. 26The first to come to our notice is Mr. Gideon of school-lore fame. Of him, it has been said that “the class docs not honor him, but he honors the class in being its President.” Miss Macfarlane next claims our attention as "the best tease ever known,” but we have since heard her called "The Angel of School Alley.” Of Mr. Norton, the following suggestive remarks have been made: Owl, "My Kingdom for a Record,” and our "Raineses II.” Mr. Willis appears in the Temple Dictionary as "mass.” Mr. Seel, our preacher, once informed us that he knew nothing and that he would soon stop that. Miss Robison, our Librarian; Miss Mitchell, our Artist; and Miss Perring, our Teacher, form a lovely trio. Mr. Buckley the tallest man in the 1909 graduating classes, is always seen in company with our President. He has been called our "fashion plate.” Mr. Thomas is the quiet youth from up the "pike.” Mr. Rieger is our little "athletic” gentleman. Mr. Garrison aspires to Mr. Buckley’s position and also to a "settee" at C. H. S. Mr. DeSilvia aspires to the place of Tetrazinni on the operatic boards. Mr. Rid ridge is too much engrossed in the higher flights of Philosophy to indulge in our little foolishnesses. Mr. Thomson, on the other hand, is much concerned with the "matter” and "substance” on this world; and as City Bacteriologist is trying to find the original germ of "life.” Finally, there is the Treasurer herself, whom some have called "a perfect crank," but "perfect crankism” is sometimes as good and necessary as the “righteous indignation” of our fathers. The Professors, too, must not l c forgotten. Many changes have occurred during the four years of our sojourn at Temple. During the first year of our Pilgrimage our intellectual guides were chiefly the following: Dr. Albert K. McKinley, in History, a post to which he has bravely held for the four consecutive years. Dr. Allison Gaw, our worthy and learned guide to the realms of English. Dr. Nicholas P. Vlachos, the “sphinx” of Latin and Greek. Prof. Samuel A. Anders, the mild and sedate guide to Teutonic lore. Prof. Adams, our “apparent” leader in Mathematics. Dr. Herbert Stotcsbury, our “hero” in Psycholog}'and Philology. Prof. Surrey, in Chemistry. The Sophomore year brought several changes and convulsions, especially in the department of Knglish. where two Professors in succession endeavored to follow in the footsteps of Prof. Gaw. In our Junior year peace was restored when Prof. W. Bertram Twiss came to the Temple's rescue and for two successive years has served us well. The other storm-tossed branches were Mathematics and Psychology, and incidentally with the latter. Philosophy. In Math, a rapid succession occurred from Prof. Adams to Prof. Travis and then finally to Dr. Napoleon B. Heller, who now heads the department of Mathematics and Engineering. The instructors in Phil- 27osophy and Psychology have been Dr. Stotesbury, Dr. Surrey, Dr. Sorensen and finally Prof. Coulomb in Psychology and Dr. Wallace in Philosophy. Chemistry has passed from the hands of Dr. Surrey to Prof. Reuben Shaw. A few teachers who have also been connected with our Pilgrimage are Dr. Oscar Gerson in Pedagogy. Prof. Ferdinand Graser in Political Economy, Dr. Foster. Dr. Roxby and Dr. Slifer in Anatomy and Physiology, Dr. Henry Fox in Biology. 'Hie French language and Literature have had three firm advocates: Mme. Levy. Dr. Perrazzini and Dr. Emile DeSauze. During the past two years, Dr. Laura H. Carnell has favored us with a splendid course in the History of Art.- As this work has first mentioned Dr. Conwcll so its conclusion shall likewise concern that kindest and greatest of all scholastic benefactors. The life of the pilgrims in this University is so woven into that of the university life itself and through that into the life of our honored Founder and President, that, after thanking all teachers and instructors for their kind encouragement and guidance, no more appropriate conclusion can Ik given than a heartfelt thanksgiving to him. May the all-wise Heavenly Father bless him abundantly and preserve him for many years for the ever-widening expansion and honor of our Alma Mater. And now. let us unite in giving honor and praise to this greatest of philanthropists; and with him and our poetic friend, Longfellow, let us say: "Life is real! Life is earnest And the grave is not the goal; ‘Dust thou art, to dust returnest’ Was not spoken of the Soul. In the world’s broad field of battle; In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb driven cattle, Be a hero in the strife. Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime. And departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time. 2SLet us. then, be up and doing. With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing. Learn to labor and to wait." 29 Phi Alpha . J DIMA MAY VAN liUSKIRK.30 Oymnasii’mGlass Qropljerg It was one of those glorious days in summer on the coast of Maine when the sun of half-a-morning-gonc made a golden path of light across tumbling, frolicking white-caps of the Atlantic Ocean. The mad things carpeted with snowy froth, the blue of the peeping depths, the bosom of the sea up to the horizon line and the gentle waters, too, that usually lay almost affectionately among the cliffs just beneath my study-windows. This morning-ocean had been a daily treat and inspiration for nearly five years. In all seasons I had lived here with the three vast glories of creation: mountains in the rear, billowing sea over all my east, and the heavens above. And this forenoon 1 was especially thankful when "that mighty longing,—the spell of the splendor and freedom of the sea (stole) o’er my soul." I had gone down to New York the afternoon before, in our new compressed-air system that now stretched —with about eight parallel tubes—along the whole coast. The publisher, Macmillan, had accepted my Prolegomena of Aesthetics and all my worrying and grind of the past year were over. Still, my nerves were somewhat of a "frazzle" for a fellow of my persistent, bachelor mood, and I felt as though I were in a living presence of solace and good cheer as I lounged in the cushions of my eastern windows. Nothing, except the usual "crash” in New York, had been disturbing on the trip. It was during the passage in the Tube.—although taking up only half an hour,—that I experienced a decided alteration in a usually comfortable nervous condition. Habitually when resting in complete physical ease, the stream of consciousness. I am aware of, seems to range in another position of mind than that I can fully call myself. So here I was seeing and hearing all that this other jx-rson within me had to say and show. There were passing, successively, happenings of and about the Prelgomena I had attempted to write; scenes at the Battery elevated railroad I had just witnessed; some feeble effort to realize the speed at which I knew the car was moving in the air-passage, concluding it was impossible to comprehend a rate of a thousand miles an hour,—while feeling nothing; I saw plainly, some of the the names of the great modern philosophers moving mysteriously and confidently across the path of perception, and seeming to expound their'pet dogmas of pragmatism, subjective idealism, or pure reason. A game of chess at which I had been beaten played itself over again, ami I could see the smile of my opponent as he reinstated at one point his knight to its position, formerly at king’s bishop three. The line of consciousness never appeared to weary. The brilliant play of the lights of some gems I had seen in a shop on Fifth Avenue, crossed the mental sight; some pictures of Rubens and Whistler; one of Ruskin’s descriptions of a storm at sea: a particularly fine (juardruple expansion marine engine I had been shown about a month before, and so 31on—until finally there was a gentle, but, utter stop. I thought for several minutes that 1 was going to sleep. Then I felt as though everything that had just gone by might return. Horrible cogitatu! 1 made an effort of will to control the mental apparatus of my being, but I failed. All imagery had died away. All motion had ceased. I seemed again to be about dozing. Then very insinuatingly and very distinctly I was fully aware of the following conversation: "How old are you?" "I?” “Yes; I say, how old are you?" "What? You are joking!” "Well, all right; what have you been doing?” “Scribbling on paper, chipping marble, and hammering at a piano." How did 1 come to say this? "Who are you? Where are you?” I seemed to ask, further and further interested. "I’m an old college chum of yours." The reply came further, “1 am an old friend of yours down in Jamaica.” "What?" “Sure! We have bought in all the available land, and are about to raise Havana leaf-tobacco!" This communication was very clear and there was no mistaking it. I thought of several friends but could find none so engaged. "Who are you?” I was aware of asking as I passed my hand questioningly across my eyes. "Willis?" "Yes. We have cornered the market in leaf-tobacco all over the country, and I'm coming up to New York to knock the spots out of the Trust. Just been thinking about you.” (EVIDENTLY!) “Want to see you on the first of October at the Waldorf-Astoria.”------ My car came to a stop in the Portland Station, and closed off all Telepathic communications, for no other catagory could I place them in. I had never before experienced a fully marked conversation. 1 was especially astounded at being called up by Willis, who, had never shown any interest in Psychical research. Then I came home as I said, somewhat in amazement, and lay pondering over what had happened. It was especially confounding to hear of Willis in the tobacco business, and smashing trusts. The last communication regarding him had been of his success as a New Jersey lawyer. He must have expanded more than ever in this step of life! But all corporation lawyers, I said to myself, sooner or later become involved in other people’s business and sooner or later become controlling factors in organization. 32As I watched a distant sail, I could not help thinking more of the disjointed stuff that had gone through my head. It seemed as though I had seen a paragraph in the Literary Digest of only ten days ago by one of our members of the class of 1909, who had written concerning the investigations in this field of thought-processes. I hunted it up and turned to the following article. "The Science of Telepathy has emerged and substantiated itself as an exact and useful art. From the moment of Mr. Mason’s production of the ‘Witching Hour,' Dr. I lenry J. Gideon, of The Temple University, promulgator 3nd champion of everything new, as well of everything having some connection with the actual affairs of life, caused a thorough investigation of Paul Eldridgc’s theory, and had his college of scientists give an opinion of the advisability of popularising such a theory as Telepathy claimed to be. The outcome of the conference of doctors, was an experimental course. The now famous Paul Eldridgc, who had been called to a chair in that learned council, carried these investigations so far, after having caused more than one brain-storm in the skulls of his friends and colleagues, that the metaphysics of his theory was thoroughly catagoried into a scientific. system, and all that this once so mystic idea could be made to yield to practicability and art was materialized to the point of every-day usefulness. “It would be exceedingly interesting to know something of Dr. Eldridgc’s method of investigation and learn some of the data of his results . But this knowledge has been shrouded in mystery from the genesis of procedure, and his contributions to science alone remain in the perfect workability of Telepathy. We can be quite sure, however, that every law known to psychology was adequately employed. Particularly are we forced to note, as a result of some slight personal experiments, the constant, and it seems inevitable, use of consequential, simultaneous, and subsequential association of ideas. Whether this use is fundamental or not we are not prepared to say; for so complex has been the evolution of the present concepts on Telepathy that all hope of understanding this wonderful art must now. probably, be given up. Suffice it for the general public that we may use a free and untrammeled means of communication that will soon put other methods out of employment.” The article was signed by Emily Robison. Certainly, Furman Buck Willis must have been one of the first to have obtained the method! It seemed to me that my conversation with him had not been finished; but, the last message to meet him at the Astoria, on Octolxr 1st, accorded with my plans of movement at that time and I decided, almost at once, I would sec him; at least, I decided, I would go to the rendezvous to see if I was the dupe of delusion. My interest in Telepathy was aroused! Nothing conduces to repose and thought so much as the profundity of the interminable ocean. The 33breeze of the first of the morning had skipped away over the hills and left apparently, a quiet sea. There lay without, a licit of violet waters between the green and choppy strip along the coast and the great, deep blue of the silent body rolling on and beyond the horizon. I turned a long-distance glass across the line of sky and sea. In the offing a small gale was still blowing, although it appeared puffy, from the pranks of the schooner within my glass, and departing. We were in the days still when sailing boats, steel built and of various burthens, amused the pleasure loving. As I turned the modest telescope to the door, 1 noted that this little yacht was of very tine lines and remarkably trim. She must have been making at least fifteen knots an hour. Well, the boat dropped out of my mind; but the ideas of beauty and dash that it aroused stayed with me. There is somewhere in everyone a sense of artistic values which adds to life the constant effort to discern the beautiful. One thought suggested another and I recalled a former experience in the metropolis. When in New York during Christmas week, 1 was attracted, one day, by an announcement handed to me. by a friend, which advertised the musical entertainment oi the city during the holidays. Among other statements, was one regarding the new opera house erected at the suggestion of Madam Wagner. The old lady had become quite disgusted with the musical criticisms of the old world; and, while dying at Bayreuth, had not only proclaimed a conciliatory spirit towards America, but even promised a parting blessing on the head of him who would endow a house in New York City for the sole purpose of producing German,—Wagner! Opera! This most unexpectedly generous offer was met with the required answer by one, 1 read to my surprise, who had been a member of our class in 1909. And now, as I stood gazing over the summer sea, with my thought' wandering again and again towards the conccptional phase of life which enhances the soul with every form of abstract beauty, I wondered what peculiar shift in his mental attitude had brought .Mr. Rieger to devote half of his income each year to the securing of those extra fine appointments, which made the German Grand Opera in New York, the marvel of the world of art. I had been induced to go to the Tuesday evening production of “Siegfried.” The house had been built on the Upper-City. No one, who had not been trained in looking at the vast baseball parks of America, could have fashioned so great an auditorium. It held, I was told, twelve thousand people. But its grandeur and fitness of lines were as delightful as its size was practical. The millions that had been spent on it could not be calculated at a glance. Hammerstein, 1 heard, sighed almost to a sob with the sense of impending failure when he was shown the plans. To begin with, it was built above the Battery and its approaches faced the Statue of Liberty. In fact, only St. Peters at Rome, could boast of such colonnades, which performed intricate designs, shading and shel- 34tcring walks and carriage ways from the East to the North River. The architect, under our old friend's designing hand, had erected a veritable temple to Orpheus and all the mystic muses that had inspired Wagner. It seemed to me that I had never looked on a grander pile of marbles. The beauty of its external simplicity was Greek; the majesty of its internal decoration was Teutonic. Not even Odin could have dreamed of such tapestries for his Valhalla. The dome was, I learned, one cast of a specially prepared reverberating-steel mould encased in gold. The form of the inside of the house corresponded with the outer walls. Every person could sec as if lie were within thirty feet of the stage,—the delusion being accomplished by mirrors of wonderful workmanship, not even visible! The acoustic properties, enhanced by the dome and other appliances, were perfect, not only for distinct hearing, but also, I was told, for the case of the singer’s production. It was, 1 decided, as I realized the achievements of my friend, the apropos creation of architectural genius. DcSilvia had sung "Siegfried,” that night. As I walked arm and arm with him and Rieger, down towards the water, where the elevator was for the surface, we could not help remarking what unconquerable tendencies of temperament had led DcSilvia to his now found place in human affairs. lie told us as we stood among the moon-lit columns, or looked over the balustrade into the busy, mid-night harbor, of his experiences on the continent while training. In Poland, he said, the interpretation he had felt to be too highly emotional. From his Polish teacher he went to one in Frankfort, and then on to Lcipzcig to another. This action, brought him into close sympathy with the German Opera. Me grew to love it in preference to the Italian school. And so here he was. Thus I mused and recalled some of the class of 1909 of Temple University’s College of Arts and Sciences, As I stood and dreamed, apparently away, outside myself! I. of course, had never forgotten any of them; and the unexpected conversation with Willis in the pneumatic tube that morning completely fdled my memory with old friends and old times. But I was not destined to be an idler and a dreamer all morning, even though the pleasantest thoughts may arise concerning the past. I had planned my work for that morning and I began to go toward it. Notes of some readings were to be indexed; several letters to be dictated; a case of books to be opened which had arrived a week ago from Boston. I proceeded through the clerical duties and came to the delightful occupation of looking over a new set of books. 1 had it brought into the library, and l cgan the search for a place for them on the shelves. Peculiarly fine bindings one desires to put in peculiarly conspicuous positions so that they may be fully appreciated by your casual visitor, and. besides, l e a moment's interesting source of conversation with a friend, who is sure to notice anything new in your store. A space by Darwin was soon found. 351 was surprised at the elegance of the morocco covering and the niceness of the design stamped thereon. A delicate golden cross in each corner pointed, length-wise, towards the center, where a gorgeously wrought dragon of fitting proportions lay upon a couch made up of books. I looked inside and found that the illustrations throughout were by the same designer. The work had evidently been highly honored by the recently organized National Academy of Sciences; for, a work on physiological chemistry is seldom bound so even by the most fastidious publisher. Miss Gertrude Mitchell had displayed remarkable skill and artistic taste during our college course in several directions of designing, sketching, and those, to me, always rather wonderful forms of pen and ink composition, which half photograph, half give the anatomy of specimens of biological research. Her labor was here in very fine display, and 1 surmised that she was not only in the employ of Ginn and Company, but had also been secured by the author. Doctor John T. Thomson, to sketch for him. and to illustrate trate the work besides. At both the University of Pennsylvania and later at Temple University, I had learned through friends, that Dr. Thompson had been engaged in the question of the so-called “calcareous and fatty degeneration," especially as its phases are most striking, and. indeed, most interesting to mankind, in its constant havoc of the time worn tissues of old men and women. The phrases, “Replacement of protoplasm” and “Nutritive Adjustment,” had been heard around the laboratory world,—and almost become popularized by this time,—were his own. To prolong life at the minimum of pain and the maximum of physical comfort and pleasure were his unswerving study and interest. None too much honor had been done him in enveloping his writings in whole morocco! With much satisfaction and pride 1 put away, for the time being, my new books, to be a treat in some hour of craving for scientific reading; and without any particular purpose, looked out over the sea. It was just striking twelve o’clock in the hall, and the sun was over beyond the south-line by the quadrant, making the sea, blown into a quiet pitch and toss from the northwest, a Hood of brilliant noonclad waters. 1 said above, my obesrvation of about two hours before, had revealed a sailing vessel in the offing. She was now, under a small spanker sheet, just a little beyond my windows, and to all appearances about to be hove to. This was actually done about a thousand yards off the cliffs. A boat, of light build and two oars, was lowered and swung in the direction of my landing. Three ladies and three men stepped into the skiff and pulled up to the stairs. I could tell by their actions that they were not quite sure where they were, or just what was to be done. Rather surprised, that a vessel of any description should come up to my wharf. 1 went out to them in order to inquire if I might he of any assistance. My surprise was to be further increased. In fact, it was one 36of those occasions when one's capacity for enjoyment is tested, and a surprise becomes nothing else save a delight. I found myself pleased beyond measure in recognizing some of the old chums and friends of Temple 1909. Of course, they did not know they were running into me when they threw down anchor ; I learned this at once. The party, consisting of Mr. Charles Buckley, Mr. William S. Garrison and his wife, Mr. Oscar D. Thomas, and Miss Louise Perring, and Miss Isabel Macfarlane,—all still in the employ of the City of Philadelphia. as teachers or supervisors,—were, they told me. on a pleasure cruise in one of the yachts of the Schoolmen's Club. They were, besides, on an adventure. It was from the coast of Maine that they expected to presume, and take chance for providence. It appeared that, after all, a sailing boat was only a sailing boat. More lively sport was to be theirs. As I led the way into the house, Mr. Garrison explained their intentions; certainly, far from anything I had ever believed the (juiet Buckley and the demure Miss Perring interested in. The whole party intended to go to the Planet Mars for a vacation. Truly, the world had become to them as a county and the universe even as one of our states. There was no time lost, however, in talking; the company had had their lunch; they proceeded, at once, to prepare their apparatus. While the men began the erection of the car and machinery brought from the vessel, I took the occasion to congratulate Miss MacFarlane on her recent publication of a volume of poems after the style and imagery of Ossian. They were in her own creation of meters, and poured forth a music of Celtic strain exceedingly joyous and melodic. They had been appreciated as much in the British Islands as in America. So. it was that some of the Class of 1909 of Temple were to be immortal before the eyes of the dwellers of the earth. We will see if almost all had not their share of fame. I wondered, just by the way, if our brethren of the planet newly communicated with would appreciate now some of the efforts to bring them into touch with the civilization of earth. This is to remain to be seen in coming years! It would be impossible to go into the description of the machine of dislogement,—dislogement, I say; because when you depart from earth, you go neither up nor down! It was new; it was the combined invention of the last graduating class from the Department of Engineering of Temple University. Its compactness and neatness astounded me; the car for passengers was made to carry about twelve persons. The entire covering was glass. All the mechanism of movement was stored in what to us is the bottom: it consisted of powers of repulsion and attraction; there was no sign of any active propelling force. I waited in wonder for the ascent. 37At two o’clock, I saw depart to only the heavens knew where, the party that had come up the coast that morning. With absolutely no commotion the car moved off into the air, then into the intcrsidcral blue, with a jolly and comradely group, I knew, but daring. 1 had refused their invitation to accompany them; and promised to sec to their boat in the meantime, if they did not make it for eternity! With the close of this day, then, and the departure of company, I also must cease for the time lxnng the little story of the members of our College Class of 1909. Of those who went to a distant world we may hope to hear more a few months later. Of the rest, there is somewhat still to say. It is needless to state that I met Mr. Willis at the appointed time at the Waldorf-Astoria early in October ; we then proceeded to a reunion of the whole class that had been called by Mr. Gideon, the president. So it came about that, on the twenty-fifth of October, nineteen hundred and thirty, in the auditorium of the University building at Broad and Brown Streets, that a dinner of old classmates was held. There were only two missing from that company. Miss VanBuskirk was "on circuit" in western Pennsylvania, and the duties of a judge could not be given up for any pleasure whatsoever. This stout and kindly lady of the "bench” had won honor and commendation from the public as well as from the profession for her exact scholarship and her fairness. The statutes of the page were ever ready in mind to be quoted, so it was said; but more than this, her judgments in Equity had shown the people that a trained woman with the technical skill of the best lawyer could pass him and be superior to him in this other matter of law where her intuitive insight gave her the ability to render justice with that finer discretion and diplomacy of love and fairness only perhaps to be employed by a clever woman; as, indeed, that peculiar ability may be found only in woman’s nature. Mr. Norton was the other absent member. His life for the past ten years had been spent in India. He was there at this time. The work of a missionary he had stopped long ago. His bent of mind called him to a life of scholarship. The University of Calcutta had extended to him a life’s fellowship to enter upon research work of the Vcdic writings. The language of the ancient Hindoos had always been a fascination for him. and to work in it was his delight. The report came, too, across the earth that he had written much in the English tongue. Various | ocms, essays, several stories of the Eastern world, and even a speech in that little English Parliament of the East is said to have been made. “Your old men shall see visions and your young men shall dream dreams”; and when the visions and dreams of youth cease to l e the fulfillments of maturer years society may cease to hope! So Albert Charles Norton, with a string of degrees to his name and fame, had at last found contentment, we hoped, in the securing of this position in the world of letters. Grand and comradely was that meeting; even as the first class dinner just before the graduating exercises 39in 1909. The excursion party, of course, had returned. Their trip was the very center of conversation through the whole evening. It had. indeed, been the talk of the world! What shall I say about it? Read the accounts in any of the periodicals; or, especially that in the Scientific American by Miss Robison. One fact, of paramount interest, it seemed to me, was to be a factor in regenerating our old society of dear old earth—not so old as Mars, however, it appears,—namely: that, because the people of the distant planet were more advanced, by at least twenty million years, it was calculated, they were to contribute to our knowledge of Psychology a wonderful store of data. Their own most wonderful accomplishment in this realm of science was the exact definition of the emotional being and the certain location of the centers of reason! Such strides had the common people, even, made in comprehending this study that the happiness of their lives was increased, it was said, by many degrees. Of this and of many other wonders from our brothers out yonder, sec the articles in the October and November magazines of 1930. In the fashion of the old days, when at College Mall, the dinner was served on the ground floor of the auditorium; only a great platform, level and solid, had been erected above the seats, and sloping, true floor. The decorations surpassed all former efforts; for, this was a kind of gala occasion. This time, too. no guests were present, save Dr. McKinley, honored Dean and historian; the class was present complete, except the two mentioned above, who, however, sent telegrams of fellowship greetings. A quieter, more genial group could not be found; The habit of bachelorhood sat well and becomingly on all. save only Mr. Garrison. Mr. Thomas and Mr. Thomson. These had given in to the responsibility of establishing a home with the courage and gentlemanly dignity that had ever enveloped them as typical men of affairs. Most of us were glad to be boys still. Jovial and rich. Mr. Willis sat the adornment and pride of health. Dr. Kldridge, somewhat gray for a man a little over fifty, but self-complacent and talkative still, entertained the ladies with repeated accounts of the new method of telepathic thought. Rieger talked of new wonders in scenic production for the coming season in grand opera. Ever and again those of the Mars’ excursion were swamped with questions. Willis, indeed, proposed to go in a new car soon, and hinted at never returning. Hut all protested this would be a form of suicide, and he said he would consider the return when he found out how the ladies treated him out there. Garrison, as usual, not because his wife treated him badly, declared the men were far superior, far superior to any women he had ever met in earth or Mars! Here somewhat of a buzz arose, but Gideon, with a rap of the hammer, brought order for the general toasts. , ftcr the toasts, of which Dr. McKinley’s was, as always, the most a propos, the company parted with 59many kindly feelings and many promises to remember each of the members and to cherish Temple in loving thought and practical aid. William Moore Seel. COLLEGE am Kknnaro HallsjQnura utitli the Qrafa. THE GERMAN HOUR. ......Why these clouded brows, erstwhile so sunny? Why these sad eyes that once were dancing? Why? i is German! Within that corner room whose glassy walls enclose a space wherein it scents only innocence and joy should dwell, a liercesome hunt goes on. Who enters there must chase the elusive subjunctive to its lair. With joyful shouts, the students drag forth the “dubitative,” as they think, only to find it is “hortatory,” or they take a “hortatory" only to find it to be “dubitative.” Dismayed, they tackle the weak declension, thinking that they are fit to cope with lluit, at least,—when lo! The weak swells, becomes strong and overpowers the unwary student. The ever kind Professor says, "Let's try the conjugation; you ought to know that jicrtcctly by this time.” Then the dance of 'Death begins. They stagger irregularly through the regular verbs, and when at last the stately rhythm of the regulars is mastered, they are switched incontinently into the irregulars, until the last miserable phantom of brain disappears. The translations arc supposed to be better, and Prof. Anders enlivens the time with heavy Deutsche jokes, tile point of which none save the chosen few understand. They laugh heartily with the Professor; but a dark murmur is current in the class that the “chosen few" understand no more than the rest. Uncertainly they enter the forbidden metaphysical realms of “Faust,” or weakly scan the mythological beauty of “Iphigcnia.” In "Nathan dor Wcise" they are carried away by the mystical pall of the Orient, only to be awakened by the well-known voice of the Professor, saying: “Your turn, Mr. Willis.” Enter Mr. Ihtckley. “Guten Abend. Herr Buckley, wic befinden Sic sich? Habcn Sic auf heutc Abend griindlich studiert?" 3ucklcy (bewildered by the flow of German) “What is that fessor? I did not quite catch that.” Having learned the significance of the words. Buckley knits bis brows and settles down to bis book. Presently. Mr. Anders notices a good example of cogitate accusative in the text. After a lengthy explanation 41he gives several examples, such as "to dance a dance"; “to sing a song." etc. Buckley interrupts: ” T'essor, would ‘to drink a drink of water' be one?” Mr. A.: “Yes: hut a weak one." “Jezt fahren Sie fort, Herr Buckley, mit dem zweiten Absatz dicscr Geschichte." Mr. B.: "What is that? 1 did not quite catch that.” Mr. A.: Smiles and explains his request, while the other members of the class look at their books for fear that a similar request will be directed toward them. THE TITLED LADY. "Oh. what’s to do? Say! What's to do? "Why throng ye to the Forum now?" “What. Freshman! Know you not the Dean "Doth come? Come, follow! Make your bow.” "But why—Wait, friend! Pray tel! me why "They crowd the public gathering place. "I doff to deans, of course—but look! "Why herds yon clamoring populace?” “ 'Tis plain you’re fresh from cow-tracked fields. “1 say—now, hear!—Her Majesty the Dean — "Her majestcy the Dean of Deans “Doth come! And have you never seen “Our gracious sovereign. Dean of Deans?" "A sounding title truly!—Nay. "I’m just from barbarous parts. But come! "We’ll add to yonder herd’s my bray." 42The trembling subjects sway in helpless awe. Eyes bulged front terror’s choking grasp.—But sec! The tension's laxed, the chill dispelled! She smiles! And all is well! Oh, Might of Majesty! “She loves her people? What? You shrug in doubt?” “ ’Tis when she smiles her love’s most clearly seen!” And so right loyally we bend the knee. Long live Her Gracious Majesty the Dean! “LE CERCLE DE SAUZE” Of Temple’s many organizations, one of the most flourishing and active is the Circle Francois founded in November, 1907. Its object is to promote an interest in the study of the French language and to educate Philadelphia to an appreciation of the classical drama produced in French. The success of the Circle's first play. Moliere’s "Lc Maladc Imaginairein May, 1908, far surpassed all expectations. The public, and even the actors themselves, were astonished. Therefore the marvelous production. in April 1909, of Moliere’s “L’ Avorc,” in every way a heavier and more difficult drama, was taken as a matter of course. The secret of success is, together with the painstaking diligence of the casts, the untiring efforts on the part of the stage manager, coach, director or whatever may be his official title. Each minute detail is carefully carried out, and everything is in keeping with the spirit of the time. The costumes and furniture arc seventeenth century, and each little requirement is provided for. The Ccrclc holds its meetings once a month at the homes of its members. After a brief business meeting, there is an hour of conversation, stories and jokes, in French. Light refreshments follow, then music and games. The game known as "Void won corbillon" has become quite famous and affords the Cercle many a merry laugh. 43Who is arousing all this enthusiasm? Who organized the Ccrcle Franfais? Who is responsible for the plays? one of the l cst means of showing the public what Temple can do. Who could it be but Doctor dc Sauze? It is through his intellect, efforts and diligence that these things are possible; yet he is too modest and retiring to even admit the truth of this statement. One of his great works is to encourage and insist upon French conversation in his classes. Then he has a genuine attachment for his students and is frequently seen about the halls and library gathering in his flock. "Did anybody sec my class?” he is sometimes heard enquiring with mild threats of punishment for "cutting.” But we all know his bark is much worse than his bite, and all love him dearly for his goodness of heart, his help and instruction and even his funny little mannerisms and expressions of broken English. DR. FOX. One of the biology students had just strayed into the lecture room at class hour, and seeing our learned Prof, earnestly counting the hairs on the fibula of a muscida, had turned to go. The Prof, observed him in his flight as lie cast his shadow on the lens. "Don’t go,” pleads the Prof., pulling out his watch, "where arc the others?” “There are more coming,” the student assures him, and lie falls to pulling the fly’s leg again until interrupted by the rest of the class, when he reluctantly begins his lecture. "Now we have considered the vegetable kingdom both favorably and unfavorably. I have introduced you to many of the smaller weeds, the Bryophyta, Pteridophyta, Equisitinae, Spcrmaphyta, Cynidirnac, Dicolyle-drous and Gymnospcrms; all these have their uses, chief of which are making bouquets and salads. We all know the little Allgachacla, Hirndinidac, Annelida and Gastropoda, which we meet in our daily walks. (Looks of dismay from the students helplessly trying to spell sonic of these simple animals.) The Pelecypoda which is a guest at all our dinners and—” "The what?” ventures an ignorant student. “Oysters,” says the Prof, calmly. "And the Crustacae—’’ “What’s that?” asks the ignorant one. chewing his pencil. 44"Lobsters!” with terrible emphasis; and the igi orant one trie' to hide his blushes in his note book while the Prof, continues. “Some Pclccypoda have forty eyes.” “Do they ever need glasses?” asks a flippant ore, but fortunately the Prof, doesn’t hear him. “Now we come to the most interesting part of our course, the theory of evolution, or our own fam '• so to speak. We will hurry through the Cambrian, Silurian, Duvonian. Triassic and Eacene ages to the Oligo-cene age in which our Simian ancestors flourished their clubs and chattered their love songs. Students look appalled. “But Prof..” objects one. “my ancestors were not monkeys, they—" “Of course they were,” says the Prof., “everything indicates it and there can be no doubt at all in the matter. These ancestors of ours dwelt in lofty trees, the forerunners of the modern skyscraper. This tendency of ours is inherited; and from these he migrated in the Spring for more mossy spots, just as our flat dweller breaks for the beach. Now I would like you to make a drawing of the transverse section of a muscle from the wing of a mosquito and then try to ascertain front this subject the exact incisors used by the Jersey variety on his victim. If these could be removed, it would be a great benefit to science." “Others of the class not able to sec the mosquito will draw this Nereis Limbata, carefully counting the sections. Some of them have one hundred and fifty, and every section makes a new species; so if you are careless you will only add another variety to the already overloaded list.” With this parting advice our learned Prof, retires behind a book and we conduct a fishing excursion in the alcohol lvottle for the Nereis Limbata; which proves to be an ugly little worm with horns and his hody all curled around in agony to fit the sides of the bottle. We jab hat-pins, tacks and other little nicknacks from our pockets, into him in a heroic effort to make him straighten out so we can get a striking likeness of him for our note books. But wc arc just getting happy in this humane pursuit when our Prof, says it is almost five o'clock, and wc must put him back in the bottle « ., the Nereis Limbata. We scramble for our note books, not without regret, for we have enjoyed the afternoon. GERSOX. OSCAR. Ph.D. When Dr. Gcrson was born his father and mother realized that the family name should not be allowed to go unmatched by a “given” name of equal merit, so they searched diligently for a suitable sound to make when they desired their youngest to separate himself from the rest of the little ones and receive the parental blessing. 45They knew that their boy, when he should finally arrive at years of discretion, would stand first among tliose who command attention and elicit admiration. They, knew, further, that all truly great men are named "Oscar,” and decided to call him that. Dr. Gerson has evcrsince shown deep appreciation of this kindness, proof that lie values his name highly and guards it jealously being seen in the fact that he has never had it changed, and has not given it to any of his own children. In due course of time young Oscar grew to manhood, acquiring as he advanced in years all the grace and perfection of an American scholar. In his graduate course at the University of Pennsylvania he learned the most scientific method of ventilating a room, and knows just where to shift the draught in order that it may have the most telling effect upon the back of one’s neck. Dr. Gerson is the only man who knows anything about the “law of facilitation” and why the image is upside down on the retina. It was his deep understanding of these things, and the unrivaled success which he had in imparting his wisdom to other teachers, that led to his selection by the trustees of Temple College as professor of pedagogy. Nor is the Class of 1909 unmindful of the great benefit they derived through this happy choice, since it made us the first to graduate from “Temple University." No sooner had the authorities heard that Dr. Gerson was disposed to listen to their call, than they realized that an institution with so illustrious a name on its roll of instructors should stand on the highest plane among its sister establishments. “Let us be a university,” they said one to another; and Temple, like the University of Paris, receives the benefit of the reflected light and intellectual strength of a Gerson. We have sat at the feet of this modern Socrates, rapt, as he showed us the unseeable and explained to us the inexplicable in such subjects as Roscnkranz’s "Philosophy of lulu cation.” Dr. Gerson is an author of note. His most interesting work is a set of notes on the history of education. Any one who has not yet discovered the talismanic effect of these notes in passing examinations for supervising principals’ certificates should become acquainted with them at once. As a writer of school books, the learned doctor’s name has became a household word. Mothers find that the material contained in his “Elementary Physiology” has been so skillfully prepared that the very youngest children can easily "read, mark, learn, and inwardly digest” the book. Of course, this has sometimes caused difficulties betw-een parents and the school authorities, but the infants can hardly l c blamed if the professor has made his intellectual pap look so much like the real thing. The public school system of Philadelphia could hardly be run successfully without Corn-man and Gerson’s “Topical Survey of United States History" and the “Primary Geography." Dr. Gerson is also a poet, having written a number of unpublished verses. These poems are chiefly esoteric, and arc kept in a fire-proof vault. He is said to have inherited his ability to write verse from an older brother. 46A COURSE I : TRIGONOMETRY. Almost a Tragedy in 34 Acts. CHARACTERS: Dean of the College (callous to the pleadings of students who detest Mathematics). .Dr. Albert E. McKinley. Professor of Mathematics (always courteous and patient with his non-mathematical pupils) Dr. Napoleon Bonaparte Heller. Member of Class of 1909 (opponent of examinations haunted by the Ghost of an Examination Yet to Come) I. M. Member of Class of 1909 (Hater of all Mathematics)......................................L. F. P. Chorus of Male Students (none of whom belong to the Class of '09 and hence do not count, except as they supplied I. M. with candy). PROLOGUE. Scene.—1 9, Temple University. An evening toward the close of May. 1908. Dr. McKinley seated at a desk. Dr. McKinley:—Let me sec! You still have Mathematics to do. You may work off your Solid Geometry by taking the course in a summer school, and that will leave the Trigonometry for the first-half of next year. Scene for Acts I to XXXIP. At Temple University. Time, 7.30 to 9.10 on Monday and Thursday evenings from September 28. 1908 to February 1. 1909. The curtain rising on each Act. discloses the Members of the Class of 1909 seated on the front row with the chorus seated in the rear, all industriously poring over "Elements of Irigonometry by Phillips and Strong. (Entrances right and left-centre, back.) ACT . Enter Dr. Heller (Right-centre). Dr. Heller:—Open your ! ooks to page 1. Two hours later. 1)r. Heller:—Study the first seven pages for Monday. a 7ACT XIX. Enter Dr. I Idler (Right-centre). Dr. Heller:—Good evening. Members ok the Class ok 1909 and Chorus:—Good evening. Members of the Chorus:—4 can’t get the answer in the book. The book says 540 20' 16", and I get 540 20' 16 1-129". I 0 I ACT XXX. Examination in Plane Trigonometry. Headache. ACT XXXIV. Examination in Spherical Trigonometry. Another headache. Exeunt the chorus to quick music. EPILOGUE. Dr. Heller :—All of you, who are in the room now, have passed, and passed well. Curtain. A RHAPSODY IN B4. A certain door opens out of the gallery of the Forum into a new world. Who enters there leaves the twentieth century behind, and finds himself among the ancient Romans. He learns to read Latin and has his ear attuned to the organ tones of that sonorous tongue. With Caesar he triumphs over the crafty Gauls, crosses the Alps, slipping, falling, freezing with Livy; follows Cicero to the Senate or to his country home; venerates the devout Virgil; loves and laughs with Catullus and recognizes in Horace the accomplished "citizen of the world." Still farther may the student go, penetrating into the heart of the gorgeous Empire! Doing this, he feels the Roman civilization and as he feels he finds the ancient folk arc just the same as the modern, that human customs may change, human nature, never. Who is the magician that thus in teaching a language creates a fairy world of romance, no, rather, rc-crcatcs an old world with truth and fidelity from the works of its unconscious chronicler? All who have ever had the good fortune to pass through that happy door, the “horn-gate” of dreams, answer in chorus “Professor Lee." 4Sdr. McKinley. Who makes the path of learning bright? Who bears a torch to bring to light The bygone deeds of men of might? The Dean. Who makes us grub through musty books? Who gives those sad surprised looks, While ignorance shakes on tenterhooks? The Dean. Who's inspiration’s self, benign? Who makes our latent talents shine To warm the world with light divine? The Dean.PROF. SHAW. “Whew! what's that catching me in my throat?" Only sulphur fumes from the laboratory. Strange to say, the sulphur burns up, here, instead of down. And who is that giant towering through the smoke? Oh! that's Prof. Shaw, the Jupiter Maximus of the laboratory, who hurls his thunder-bolts at will at the unsuspecting student. Let us listen to him now as he lectures a trembling Freshie. My! but doesn't he roar! “Test for silver, digest with NH«OH, filter, evaporate your residue to dryness, boil the solution, evaporate, wash with 11.0, add (NH«)aS» filter, add Hcl, wash, filter,” etc., ad infinitum, until the student is dizzy. “Test tor gold, and if you find any, well—come tell me. Strontium gives a crimson flame, but that is way off at the end of the fifth group. Now don’t slight your work." And the Prof, turns his massive back upon the student and swings his mighty arms. lie needs these to properly hurl the rocks in the Geology class, which is another of his pastimes. We understand he has classified the paving-bricks, and he conducts searching parties around Philadelphia scratching the earth for radium, lie also leads through the labyrinths of physics and tries to explain why we hear a sound and see a sight, while the students shock him with their ideas of electricity. But Prof. Shaw does not always follow these dry pleasures. Sometimes he steps down to the football field and then he is Smiling Reuben, the athlete of the faculty, who has successfully led his team in many hot contests. Here he seems to be in the element for which he was specially designed. He is President of the Athletic Association, and plays basketball like a hero. He loves to climb the Rockies, but this isn’t all he loves. For all his rocky nature he has some soft places in the strata of his heart, and last in time, but not least in effect, he has become a Benedict. May they find life's journey long and happy, and look for rocks elsewhere. PROF. TWISS. Two years ago the Templars found themselves in a peculiar dilemma—they had no F.nglish professor. What were these English-loving subjects to do? Were they to ignore their mother tongue? Puritanic and Transcendental New England solved the problem for them and sent here Prof. W. Bertram Twiss, a flaxen-haired youth, who had received splendid training at Dartmouth and Harvard. For two successive years has he endeav- 50ore l to train us to a better understanding of our native tongue. Fully appreciating bis academic training, be has tried to impress upon our memories the traditions of English, French and German romanticism, of Thackeray's lore of preaching, of the realistic preponderance of Dickens’ "Pickwick Papers," and of Poesque American Literature. Tuesdays, Thursdays and Fridays he fed us upon essays, expositions, arguments, criticisms, stories and descriptions. Our desserts were theses with occasional seasoning of the salt and pepper of literature. To encourage our last month at college he would give us editorials and advertisements as great recreations. His main purpose and predominant thought seemed always to have been: "Would that 1 could impress upon these leaden minds the value of Dickens. Thackeray and Poe," until in our dreams Poc arose from his grave and said: "Once upon a midnight dreary, while 1 pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,— While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a lapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. 'Tis some visitor,’ I muttered, tapping at my chamber door— Only this, and nothing more.” DOCTOR NICHOLAS VLACHOS. “.. .tatnen illic ifiverc vcllcm. Oblitusquc mcorum oblivisccndiis el ill is."—llor., Epist. I., XI., 9. A room, about twenty by thirty feet, fitted up in artistic disorder; except for the book-shelves. These stand arrayed in mediocre bindings, full of the choicest literature. A reading chair, of a capacity for Fal-stafT. upholstered in black, padded leather, whose under machinery makes it a chair of ease for rocking back or of being poised at any angle for physical comfort and contentment, is situated near a spacious side table in the luxuriously lighted bend of a bay-window. In one corner stands a baby-grand piano, its mahogany case, on top, littered with every form and style of music written for this instrument,—from the symphony of Beethoven and the nocturne of Chopin to the latest "Cuddle up a little closer. Lovey-minc” of the author of the "Three Twins” musical comedy. A swinging rack of pipes, some suit-cases and a trunk, labelled and posted from 51every noted spot in Europe, one old print, with a wind-mill on it, several oil paintings by Whistler, and one small reading lamp, make the appointments and fittings of this bachelor’s study and library. You might look about for a MS. or so, either of music or writing,—original, and with definite, scholastic purpose in the composition,—but, more than likely, you would find none. There is a long, richly covered library table with pen and ink on a huge blotting-pad, near the northern end of the room, just before reaching the bay-window. But on the top arc magazines, collar-buttons, a check-book, several pencils, matches, an old straw hat and three cuffs,—nothing, in fact, worth while. All actual work is somewhere, put away, published, or still potential in the Doctor's mind. Well, there you arc; we have given it away! Dr. Vlachos enjoys the privilege of being wholly interesting to himself. He has been called by the Students the "Sphinx” of Latin and Greek Literature, and the last "Prophet, Priest and Scholar” of Greek Religion! To be left alone, to do as he pleases, is his one delight: to do as he pleases; that is, to teach about thirty-five hours a week between Temple and the University of Pennsylvania. besides coaching about seven hours, to go home between classes for a quiet puff! to cat regularly and plav the piano alone! to read all night, say. Oh! anything from Plato in Greek, through Italian, German, French, Dutch Literatures to the latest novel in English by F. Hopkinson Smith, to—well, let me sec? occasionally be merry with the select company of a French eirclc, or go to entertain a lady in some pleasant tete-a-tete or at the theatre—is, take it all-in-all, about doing as our dear Doctor pleases, artistically, with wit on occasion, profound scholarship a propos, elegantly and with every gentlemanly and cultured address of refinement. Have you pictured him yet? Small, neat figure; in pedestrian’s clothes or in full-dress rather careless of bodily poise, somewhat shy! Modest to the point of running away! Bald-headed; ah! that wonderful head; 'nough said! Teeth, not particularly brilliant, but impressive! His eye, when not sleepy, jovial or full of slumbering lights of wisdom. (His humor, bv the way, always of the best.) The most beautiful hands you ever looked at, to be serious, upon either men or women, this Doctor has. In gesture they arc superb; the way he handles a book's leaves is a feast of aesthetic delicacy; the skill and touch with which he executes the Moonlight Sonata of Beethoven, or the Second 1 Bulgarian Rhapsody of Liszt is everything best in musical technique— delightful! Music speaks under his fingers. Of course, we could go right on. He’s unfathomable!—In religion, in philosophy, in sociology a "Sphinx.” learn to approach him only from the artistic or scholastic point of view. His personality has been “massed” there! If he specialized he might be found a startling success and commanding genius in musical composition, textual criticism, on the stage, or as lecturer on the platform. But it seems lie prefers to amuse himself by scat- 52tering his talents; no one really knows just what he thinks or believes; in fact, no one could do him justice all around! So we close here before being enclosed by deep, inextricable waters. WALLACE’S HOUR. It is stated on good authority that the following conversation took place in Bi late in the second term of 1909, and during a period foreordained and predestined for review, the following being present (whether in the body or out of the body, the author does not attempt to discuss): Miss Dcckman, Mr. Garrison, Mr. Norton, Miss Mitchell, Miss Robison. Mr. Roberts, Mr. Seel, Miss Vanllaagcn, and Mr. Willis—and Dr. Sorensen. Dr. Wallace:—Miss Deckman, what was Anselm’s theory of the universe? Miss Deckman:—Oh! Dr. Wallace, you said you'd lecture this time. Dr. W.j—Well, that’s strange, 1 am sure 1 assigned a review for to-day. Miss Robison, what do you know about Spinoza's system ? Miss R.:—....(silence)--wasn't he the one who was mixed up in his attributes and modes? Dr. W.:—I am afraid we don’t know this lesson to-day; there must be some mistake. Miss Deckman (soto voce):—Its because that fat man in the overcoat is sitting down there. Mr. N.:—I think it’s a shame—and Dr. Wallace is such a good teacher, too; I wonder what Dr. Sorensen will think? Mr. Wii.i.is:—Oh. don’t worry, he'll know what to think. Miss D.:—Do you think Dr. Wallace is such a good teacher? Mr. N.:—Yes, indeed, at least he knows enough to be. Wasn’t he the valedictorian of his class at Penn ’96, and a member of the Phi Kappa Beta, took first prize in oratory, a member of the “Red and Blue” staff, etc., etc. Mr. Roberts:—You don’t say; where did you learn all that? Mr. N.:—Oh. I was down at Leary's last month and happened to pick up his ’96 Class Record Book—only 10 cents! Mr. W.:—Some poor devil! I hope our Record Book won’t find its way down there. Miss VanHaagen:—There’s only one objection I have to Dr. Wallace, and that is he works too hard; he does the work and all we have to do is to take it all in.Mr. X.:—Yes, he certainly does work. 1 don’t think there is any other teacher with such a variety of subjects who handles them so well. There’s Chapel in the morning—yes, he’s the College Chaplain, and a staunch 1 res-byterian minister too, though I don’t know what he thinks of 1909's chances of eternal bliss. Then there is his Theological Greek and Homiletics, and the Bible Teachers' Training School, the Correspondence School of Theology, this class that must take him three days in preparation, that Course in the Poets on Saturdays, and in addition a church full of people who howl because he don’t give them more of his time. Certainly the Doctor leads a very busy existence. .Mr. W.:—Doesn't Dr. Wallace remind you of that studious fellow Wister writes about in "Philosophy 4?” Mr. X.:—Yes. he does, but only in Oliver’s good qualtics, for there’s not a selfish bone in Dr. Wallace's lxxly. He’s too conscientious for that, and he’d do anything for you. Miss D.:—Yes, he’s so conscientious that he’s going to make us all take that final exam. Even you Seniors will have to go through an oral quiz. Dr. Wallace:—Mr. Seel, what was Hobbes theory of God? (Mr. Seel talks about Descartes theory instead, which the Doctor docs not seem to notice.) Dr. Wallace:—I am afraid we have not gotten the lesson to-day. You will pardon us. Dr. Sorensen, this is a very rare occurrence. Won’t you say a few words? Miss D.:—There, that fat man is going to speak! Say. who do you think is the best teacher at Temple? Mk. N. r—Well, when you put it that way, 1 can’t say Dr. Wallace. Now four years ago, we might have said Prof. Gaw, for he really made us work and think and write, but he is not here now. The man who combines the personality, the pedagog)’ and the scholarship now is no other than our dear friend and Dean, Dr. Albert E. McKinley. Dr. Wallace:—Our next lecture will be upon Kant's critique of Pure Reason. Practical Reason, and Judgment. After eliminating all a priori reasoning we are confronted only by “time” and "space.” Garrison (on the back row):—Rot! (Ail he said this year and got 100 for it!) Dr. W.:—Then 1 will give you cither a written examination or an oral quiz. Mr. Willis:—Seniors arc exempt. Dr. W.:—But 1 must have some mark—I’ll give you the quiz and if you pass that you won’t have to take the examination. Mr. Seel :—That'll In all right—we'll pass. 54Mr. N. (aside)Wish I'd taken that course in the “Poets" under Dr. Wallace—hut Dr. McKinley said no. and. after all, the Dean knows. Mr. W.:—Yes. you might get too much of a good thing. 55 Garrhtson Ham.Gnllrgf @rtrtPty THE PHI ALPHA [The distinctive Literary and Social Organization of The College.] Furman B. Willis. President William J. Cusworth, Vice-President Estelle May Covekdale. Secretary Anne BUKLEIGU Smith. Treasurer ACTIVE MEM 1IF.RS Arnold K. Balls Hyman Busch Harry F. Copeland Seraphim de Silvia Charles II. DuBois Herbert Dumstrey Paul Eldridgc Mary E. Finley Frank Earle Haines Emma I7. Harlow Harry Hartmann Mabel A. Jackson Jessie L. King ASSOCIATE Dr. Herbert Stotesbury Dr. Albert E. McKinley Rev. Embury P. Bryan Dr. Allison Gaw Miss Bessie R. Burchett Mr. Samuel P. Hagerman Miss Helene G. Clarke Mr. William J. H. Cotton Miss Frances J. Heath Rev. Hinson V. Howlett Miss Helen Blattcnbergcr Fred. O. Kruger D. Randall MacCarroll. M.D. Thomas Martin Gertrude E Mitchell Albert C. Norton Emily Robison William M. Seel Lottie Spears Emma M. VanBuskirk Meta R. VanHaagen Mary Vernon John T. Winder William L. Witmer MEMBERS Miss Burbridge Mr. Albert Hall Marion Mrs. Ida L. K. Miller Dr. John II. Snokc Mrs. Glenn II. Shaw Mrs. Marie V. Bredc Miss I itira M. White Mr. Percy E. WilmOt Mr. George S. Young Miss Gertrude M. Tolbert Miss Stella Davidson LE CERCLE FRANCAIS President, Jessie Latsiiaw King Vice-President, Helen M. Burdette Fairchild Secretary, Anna M. H. VlaCHOS Treasurer. Meta Scheer Historian, Frances Jeanette Heath "Otol" Representative. C. Alice Cameron Miss Bertha F. Chapman Mr. Charles A. Coulomb Miss Miriam Allen De Ford Dr. Emile B. de Snuzc Mr. Seraphim de Silvia Miss Mary Jean Dailey Miss Constance M. Falk Mr. Walter Hall Miss Mabel Ashe Jackson Miss Grace E. Kingsbury Mr. Joseph MeVey Mrs. Ida L. K. Miller Mr. William Morris Mr. Lawrence Patterson Mrs. H. B. Schermerhorn Mr. William M. Seel Mr. Reuben T. Shaw Miss Anne B. Smith Miss Gertrude M. Tolbert Mr. Samuel Tomkinson Dr. Nicholas P. Vlachos Miss Genevieve Walton Mr. Andre Bcrthicr. Mr. George H. Johnston, Mr. A. C. de la S. Norton, not members, hut took parts in the caste of "L'Avare," April 24, 1909. SICS!A PI FRATERSITY KAPPA CHAPTER M. Atux F.rmoui, Chancellor Harold W. Blokmkkr, Vice-Chancellor J Howard Stevens, Secretary 56Qlumui OFFICERS Milton C. Coope . President Clara Harrison Town. Vice-President Howard Webster Nudd, Second Vice-President Isabel Macfarlane. Secretary and Treasurer Myers. Rev. T. T.. A.B., 1901. Jackson. Blanche E. (Mrs. Chas. H. Shaw), A.B Kratzer, J. W.. A.B. Simon, Florence (Mrs. Edwin Forrest Bickel), A.B. 1902. Bryan, Embury Price, A.B.. B.D. 1903. Albert, Anna Bell (Mrs. Arthur B. Turner). A.B. Allen, Rev. Charles Flint, A.B., B.D. Barton, Samuel Goodwin, A.B. Burchett. Bessie Rebecca. A.B.. M.A. Connor. Hiram Blackstone, A.B., M.A. Fucate, Edwin Lindsay. Jr.. A.B. Kerns, Morey Vansandt, A.B. MacLean, Grace Edith. A.B. Walker. James. Jr.. A.B. IOQS. Flatten berger. Helen, A.B. Chester. Fred FLS »rr B Chew, Samuel Laverell, B.S. Cooper. Mjlton Conrad, B.S. Coulomb. Charles Augustin. B.S. Craig. William Frederick, A.B.. M.D. Gerson. Arm a no Jacques, B.S.. M.A. s: The Alumni Association of the College of Liberal Arts and Sciences was officially organized as a distinct body on Friday evening, June 4th. 1909. MANAGERS Term Expires 19IJ Term Expires 1911 Henry J. Gideon George S. Young Bessie R. Burchett Walter Lefferts Term Expires 1910 Embury P. Bryan Gertrude M. Tolbert Hagrkmax. Samuel Prosser, A.B., LL.B. Hull. Earnest Hayden, A.B. Lefferts, Walter. A.B. McMulun, Walter Glading. B.S Moore, Henry Smyth, B.S. Wheeler. George, B.S. White. Holman, B.S. 1906. Clark, Helen Griswold, A.B. Cotton, William Jos. Henry, A.B. Evans, Abel Jones. B.S., M.S. Heath, Frances Jeanette, A.B. Howlett, Hinson Vernon, A.B.. B.D. Johnston. George Hamilton, A.B. Stoudt, Oscar William, A.B. 1907. Eldridck, Edward H., A.B. Enceh, Annie Gilbert, B.S. GoLmiKKG, Emilia, B.S. Manion. Albert Hall, A.B Meigoan, John. A.B., B.D. Miller, Ida I.. Knauss, A.B.. M.A. Nudd, Howard Werster, B.S. Snoke, John Henry. A.B., M.D. Spinelu, Nicola, B.S. Town. Clara Harrison, B.S. Ph.D.Veit, Emilie (Mrs. Glenn H. Shaw), A.B. Vou, Marie (Mrs. Bredc), A.B. White, Laura Marsden, B.S. Wilmot, Percy Eben. A.B. Young, George Soutar, A.B. 1908. Andrews, Lucille, A.B. Brackin. John T.. B.S. Busch, Herman, B.S. Haines, Frank Earle, A.B. Niblo, Caroline E.. B.S., M.S. Nusbaum, Louis, B.S. Phillips. Byron A.. B.S., M.S. Reisse, George B., B.S. Rowland, Albert Lindsay, A.B. Tolbert, Gertrude M., A.B. Tomkinson. Samuel. B.S. Venables, Esther M„ B.S. "WORK, WORK, IVORK .V DEAR OLD TEMPLE" (Tunc: "Tramp, Tramp, Tramp, the Boys Are Marching”) Universities take pride as is known both far and wide. In a certain thing that shapes their policy; One loves money, one loves brain. One loves ancient family strain, But in Temple work alone brings victory. Chorus So its work, work, work in dear old Temple. Work, work, work the whole day long. And it's work far in the night When our brains are not so bright. But we stand it, we’re recruited from the strong! Here’s no calm and sacred cell, where the choice alone may dwell, But a battlefield that’s open wide to all. Hard the struggle is and fierce, Through our souls sharp pains oft pierce. But the ht survive to answer duty’s call. Chorus Temple breaks all precedents, nothing cares for residence; Through the city sends her learning near and far; Others jeer but follow suit. Try to take the palm to boot. But they’re second, following our guiding star. I. M.Qlmmu @anquft On the morning of June 4th, through the obscuring raindrops, a member of this illustrious body could be seen in the vicinity of Washington Lane and Baynton Street, Germantown, carrying a great armful of flowers which had been evidently abstracted from a nearby garden. A few hours later the same appeared along with numerous other suspicious looking articles in the Forum of the University, and a half a dozen members under the skilled direction of Miss Robison could be seen arranging them in artistic festoons. The occasion was the Second Annual Banquet of the College Department. Although it was in the midst of a great street car strike and many had to walk, there were seventy true Templars of the Alumni and undergraduates who sat down beneath the spreading rays of “cherry and white” and looked for three short hours on the scenes where their intellectual longings had been satisfied. The following program was most interestingly carried out: Invocation ...............................................George S. Young, '07 C. Introduction by Toastmaster...............Henry J. Gideon, President of the Class. “The Educational Frontier"...........Dr. Albert E. McKinley, Dean of the College. Remarks .....................Milton C. Cooper, ’05 C., President of College Alumni. “The Class of 1909"...............Isabelle Macfarlane, Vice-President of the Class. ‘‘Alma Mater" ......................................... Percy Eben Wilmot, '07 C. As always, Dr. McKinley’s was the master speech of the occasion. His application of the Educational “Frontier” was to that portion of the population for whom the Temple University is rendering a material and distinctive service. Mr. Gideon gave an interesting statement of the contest of Philadelphia school teachers for a college education. In 1900 the attempt was made to gain entrance to the University of Pennsylvania, but the ideas concerning afternoon and evening instruction and the admission of women to college classes were not considered feasible. It was then that the leaders in the movement for the higher education of teachers were advised to apply at Temple College, and as a result several would-be collegians were enrolled for the baccalaureate degree. At the present time about two hundred members of the undergraduate body arc Philadelphia and suburban school teachers, while not a few Temple graduates arc taking honors in the graduate schools of the elder institutions. Miss Macfarlane was in her element when reciting to the assembly her “grievances” under which title she flung the most daring compliments at members of the faculty, class and at the institution in general. 59The morrow was to bring forth such graduation exercises of which the oldest institution in the land could well be proud. Dr. MacArthur’s address on “The Forces that Win” was to fill many a life with the inspiration of those four great principles: Good health, a high ideal, genius (the willingness and ability to do tremendously hard work), and a noble character. These were yet to come, but the present was the real moment of separation from the walls and the fellowship of “old Temple,” and as each turned to the other at parting, one thought was uppermost: “Mow when College days arc over And we seek a higher stage, Still may fond remembrance hover O’er this bright and hallowed page; Here arc friendships’ vows recorded And before we say good night. Once again we’ll pledge each comrade Of the Gierry and the White.” Gmumrnmnrnt Qrmjrmn Academy of Music. June 5. 1900 President's Statement Procession- Prayer The Reverend Herbert Ray Burgess Hymn—"Conic, Thou Almighty King" Music Closing Prayer The Reverend William Quay Rossellc Salutatory Furman Buck Willis ------ Music The Commencement Exercises of the Normal, Preparatory, Commencement Address—“Forces That Win” Business and Technical Departments were held on Monday Even- The Reverend Robert Stuart MacArthur, D.D. ing, June Fourteenth. Music ’ ______ Valedictory To the Graduates of the Philadelphia Dental College _ Honorary Degrees ,9' 'l Augustus Fiedler The Degree of Doctor of Divinity To the Graduates of the Temple University conferred upon Patrick Henry Harding -phe Rcvcrcm| Herbert Ray Burgess. A.B.......Philadelphia, Pa. The Conferring of Degrees The Degree of Doctor of Laws Russell H. Conwell. LL.D., conferred upon President of the Temple University The Honorable Norris Stanley Barratt.........Philadelphia. Pa. 60Glass Wc, the staid, artful or scientific members of the Class of 1909 to wit, that in T. U. having much understanding and some sense (cents) in regard to our coming disintegration doe commend our spirits to the Cerclc Francais, and here bye in this our last Will and Testament doe bequeath our estate (not the third) real (no ideals in our class!) and personal as follows, that is to say, It is our earnest desire that our faults bee speedily consigned to oblivion. The rest of our memory as shall chance to survive we would have tenderly preserved (we commend alcohol, vinegar and sugar as the state of the memory may require), and the laurels kept green. To this end carefully protect from ruthless hands those precious carvings “F. B. V.” that adorn the “baby-tenders” in the lecture rooms. They are the marks of the diligence of a Senior. We doe devise our real estate, consisting of one campus with gloomy shades and pyrean springs, upon which arc situate our spacious Library, conversation hall and cosy Phi Alpha room, to the class of 1999 absolute. We doc confirme the classes of 1910, 1911 and 1912 in their possessions of all steeds in the gymnasium and else where. The saide classes to have absolute disposal of the same . (Bon-fire is the best known method of disposal.) Item. Wc doe devise to the undergraduates the uscfruct of Dean McKinley’s large historical field. The dates are commended to the classes just before luncheon and dinner. They are especially good stuffing for a history cram. As a token of our love and esteem we doe bequeathe to the Freshmen and Sophomores, all the Latin pipe-dreams that Livy and Horace will afford; the saide Freshmen and Sophomores to have (ablative) absolute freedom in the Latin prose construction of saide pipe-dreams. As a reminder of our “Deutche Liebe" we doc bequeathe all the pleasures of Faust to the Juniors, the said Juniors to be continucly reminded of the German element of the Class of 1909. Item. As a token of our generous thought, wc doc bequeathe to unthinking students the “State,” the saide students to take this said “snap" and ruminate. To the next Senior class wc doe bequeathe five dozen happy hours with the philosophers with this rcserva- 61tion. The Junior who disdained “History of Philosophy” as being too dryc shall not bee refreshed at this fountain, but lx set to the preferred subject psychology. As a token of our devotion we doe bequeathe an 1 devise to the Owl, its heirs and assigns, a head to direct and a fancy to soar (not too sore) together with an insatiate thirst for interesting items, trusting that the said Owl will not rise beyond the grasp of the aird borrower. Item. To this same bird we doe bequeathe one roll-top desk and one large waste-paper basket in a sanctum having double locks and bars at doors and windows, the said locks and bars to be for the purj ose of protecting the editor from the over-whelming mass of material and contributors which soe sorely tax his time. We doe bequeathe absolute to the next Senior class the righto of being bored by lower classe witticisms, the saide Seniors to have the rightc of retaliation. We doc freely dedicate to future French classes such French as we slowly absorbed, to wit: the impression "CV qui nest pas clair n’t'sf pas Francois” and the following expressions: “Vous ctcs en retard.” “Li's autres, oil ont-ilsf” together with the study of facial expression when thoughtless students reply “ja, jo,” or inflicte the professor otherwise acutely with French whenever our classe did not parlc. In witness whereof we have hereunto signed and scaled this instrument and published and declared the same (with the approval of the legal members of the classe) as and for our last Will at Temple University. Delighted Dean, Propitiated Profs., [seal] Class of Fifteen. W it nesses. per E. R. 6263 Thk I’rksii knt In llis OmcRC)l)f Cfrtni’h' A Vision of The Asure Flower I. “Aoucs or Diamonds" The day has come—the long expected day. That from afar our shadowed visions saw And longed for; longed its mystery to know: Commencement is its name, for here the gate Of Life stands waiting all who would attain By true endeavor. Heaven’s just reward. But, while this dawning yet in Future bode, No thought of Time our anxious spirits gave; Work was the word, and so we labored on From Sun’s first glow into her middle day, And on till Evening’s starry worlds would pale. For months and years, thus had our days been spent, Arousing musty volumes from their dust; With haste recording sages’ treasured thought; With mingled pain, rehearsing Euclid’s Lore, Or plodding through some Latin rhapsody. And to what end ?—Why thus these years of youth Spend cloistered, as it were, while waiting Earth Demands our all?—our best, how small it is! ♦For the main theme, the author begs to acknowledge his indebtedness to Dr. Henry VanDyke’s "Blue Flower,” the emblem of true Happiness, and to inscribe these lines to Dr. Russell H. Conwcll, who gave to the people of Pennsylvania a Blue Flower when lie founded Temple University. Solve that, ye Metaphysicists and Man’s Long seeking for the Infinite will be done; Humanity in all its frailty. In all its clinging toward the lower earth. One spark contains of that undying Flame Which raises Man from brute to kin with God; Sink though he may, that spirit still remains. A Vcst3l fire to show the better way; Rise though he will, it ceases not to burn And point to vistas sought but yet untrod. So, when this epoch of our lives is done. We view it pleased or grieved as we have wrought; The fellowships by kindred labor formed Draw closer at this last and parting hour;— But still utitired, the inner spirit roams. That something seeking which will set it free; That goal beyond.—that Life, that Love, that Peace. Low hung the Night, full of the reverie Of Silence, as ere some forecast event ’Twixt Earth and Heaven depends; Old College Hall. So often merry with the mingled sound Of hurrying foot and well-known voice, was still. Out through her darken’d corridors I sped And on—ami on. I know not for how long: Once would 1 fain my course retrace. 64But vainly.—some uncanny Fate, Some Genius good or ill, 1 could not tell Held fast my feet and led me ever on; Some Power lull’d my sense—Old Temple's walls Grew shadowy, city streets and buildings dimm’d; The everlasting air closed ’round and upward bore Like an enchanted chariot, and my Guide Led on before; for though no form I saw. Yet by his power impelling knew 1 him. And. as the world receded, round about. Familiar Spirits seemed to follow in our wake; No word they spoke,—3lonc their presence told That these were my companions through the days But just now gone, and that their souls like mine Had taken flight beyond the narrow cell Of Earth’s imprisonment—that they too sought A goal by mortal Man still unattained. One instant saw I these.—then thought of earth And of the hours that side by side we shared;— One moment only,—then my spirit caught A warning flutter from the Guardian wing. My cloudy cloak grew warm, as with the sun. And parted as the mists of morning rise, Revealing Earth in all her native green; Brighter she grew before my wondering gaze Illumined, as it were, by myriad stars. Plucked from their pendant orbs our world to grace. Then, distantly, there came a hollow voice. As from the unseen spirit of my Guide. Speaking from Soul's deep longing and desire: "Behold," he said. "This land which lies below IS Is yours to have, to hold, to love and bless; These cities your domain shall be to rule; These plains and rivers shall your wants provide. I send you forth—Go out into this world, And search its highways till you find the flower Whose seed the mortal shell of Life shall break. And satisfy the longings of thine heart; Seek ye, nor from this trust return Till ye have found. Then in that corner plant Where life is dying, where the brook is dry; Where Hope once cherished now is overgrown With Care. There shall it blossom and endow New life to all it touches by the way;— Then shall ye reap that Perfect Thing at last; Go forth; fulfill this trust: My task is done." II. “The City of the Forsaken" Twas evening, when from a weary day, I paused to rest upon a grassy slope And wonder wistful where my search should lead. Uncounted seasons flown,—and still my course Was bound toward that Unknown which seem’d to flee At every step, and mock me as it fled. And while the mountain blossoms I idly pull'd And while these thoughts unbidden ’round me surged. Approaching me an ancient seer I saw. His form was bent and silver'd was his hair But from his eyes, the smold’ring fires of youth Seemed to relight as, rising, I drew near. "I bid you welcome, friend," he said, “for longI've waited for thee on this mountain side; Thou scck’st the Azure Flower, well I know. Nor seek to find it yet I trow in vain; Come thou with me and I will show thee where The Azure Flower once in glory bloom'd And where her ancient Temple still is found." I follow’d him 3long the narrow path Whence he had come, descending toward the dell; A wood clos’d o'er us and my only light Was his half spectre form that seem’d so like The Spirit Guide whose mandate led me on. Still lower led this way till, at his word, 1 stopp’d, the forest open'd,—and the sun Shone in my wond’ring eyes. There at our feet A city fair with walls and towers rose. Whose cupolas and spires seem’d to shine Like glowing torches when their flame has fled. Her brazen gate on rusted hinges groan’d, As if to strike with fear this unknown guest; Then, yielding to his master touch it swung. And I within those sacred portals stood. No warder watch’d our passage as we strode Unbidden and ungrcctcd through her streets; Nor yet the golden fantasies we saw That distance wove in many luring forms. Inserted lanes where lifeless dwellings frown’d Hung heavy on our steps; the gilded spires Seem’d at our glance to tarnish and to shrink. A water course lay low our way beside, Spann'd by a stately bridge, but in its bed A narrow liquid ribbon only flow’d Up from these sullen banks, a massive pile Made dark the sapphire of the sky o'erhead; Line after line her cold grey columns rose, Yet down her long facade, the rusts of time With all their skill; had fail’d to quite efface The graven handicraft of History, The old man paused beneath these silent walls Of glory desolate, then hurried on Lest tears their natural course should overflow.— Beyond these monuments of former fame, We reached a quiet lane which led apart, And here alone, with leafy branches hung, A tiny cottage peeped to cheer my eyes. Among the varied sights this city gave, Here only seem’d to reign a sense of peace; This was his home who thus my steps had led. And here he bade me stay long as 1 would, And, when with broken bread, our faith was seal’d. He call'd,—and at his word, a maid appear’d Of wond’rous grace, whose eyes shone azure blue, Fmbticd it seem'd with that same Azure Flower. Close to his side, this fairy creature clung. And. when his lips her golden curls had prest. He turn’d to me with eyes like hers and said: III. “The Azure Flower" “This city now ‘Forsaken once was ‘Peace’; Here, stranger, once, when in me youth was strongAnd hopes, perhaps, ran farther than their goal, A city rose, whose crystal towers shone And mock'd the smiling radiance of the sky; Here, busy crowds the pleasant highways throng'd. Intent and joyous in their daily toil; And here reigned Harmony and Peace undimm’d— Peace like the river from its mountain source That flow'd majestic through this favor'd land, Bestowing plenteous gifts, nor asked return. And over all reigned princes, Godly men Who ruled in justice, right and equity. Good were their deeds and well bclov’d were they; And Heaven smil’d upon this people blest. And precious seed she sow’d that in a night Grew to a verdant vine whose blossoms shed O’er all the fields a restful azure glow. Here, lowly in the slanting sunlight’s sheen. The Azure Flower dwelt through many a day; Men sought her from afar and in her found The Peace kind Earth still jealously withheld.— The days of youth, how swift their little hour I As transient as the flitting dreams of night;— Prosperity, though hardly won, how soon Docs Man forget his homage to the Source! And when a Prince his household gods forsakes. Shall people not renounce their guidance too? So did they then, and from the Palace Hall, Late in the night came feast and reveling; Wine, mistress, gold and song they sung, and day t" Caused not their boasts of wealth and pow’r to cease. Deep drank they from the cisterns great and gold Where came the River Peace in crystal floods, But her clear waters soon were turn’d away. While wine and blood flow’d from their gaping mouths. As ever rose their temples and their priests Still chanted psalms and taught them in the Faith, And still they listen’d, but their stony hearts Round charity toward none but lust and pelf; No sacrifice, no love save love of self.— The Azure FlowT? Ah, friend, you know full well Her tender blossom wilted ere the storm; Forgot and sad she faded from the scene.— And soon the merry river's murmur ceas'd; Her waters play’d no more from glen to glen; The fertile fields where once the yellow ears Waved golden toward the setting of the sun. Lay parched beneath the now remorseless rays. ‘Weep, city, the F'orsaken,—bow your heads, Ye people, rend your raiment and in tears, Repent ye, oh repent your follies now 1 Our homes are burning in this dreadful heat; Our children weep for lack of drink and bread.' For many days, the sadden'd air was fill’d With lamentations, yet none gave them car Till one day, from a foreign city came A stranger, like to thee but still more fair, Of whom men spoke in solemn tones and slow. A gentle man, a king in all but name That lit among us was this stranger kind; And, as Mclchizcdck whom mysteryEnshrouded in a pale heroic glow, His acts of mercy bar'd the stolid heart. And all that heard stood breathless when he spoke. ‘Build not he said, 'new cisterns of this clay That soon by fate is destined to return To earth again; nor seek for living waters Where life is dead and where the Source is dry: Come, seek with me that Fountain Head, for there Still unexhausted lingers Love’s supply.' IV. “The Source" The people heard, and as he led, so they Their steps turn'd after as he sought the Source. Across the arid plain, ’mid twining brush. By stony hillsides where the way grew steep. Up through the wild and cheerless mountain tracks. He led—and they, the few that falter'd not In following this mad pursuit, too struggled on.— Before them far their leader now had gone, And in the falling twilight, none could see His distant form, but still the brooklet’s bed They follow’d, weary, footsore, sad and few: And on the grassy summit, far above, They found him lying unresponsive,—dead. But, by his side, a crystal fountain sang And seem'd to whisper music in his ear— A message from a greater World beyond. While at his feet a flower fair and blue Diffused the air with incense from her breath. There, tenderly, they laid his form away And vow'd in trust to hold his memory Forever as the Giver of the Waters. That vow they kept and many more believ'd And at the break of day would seek the Source; Again the Azure Flow’r o'er that grave Renew’d the hearts of all that truly sought; Again the cisterns ran and fields grew bright. Long as the Giver’s sacred name they kept To-day, ah, stranger, as thine eye beheld These darken'd streets and palaces forsaken, This Temple where the Azure Flower grew. And where He spoke those messages of hope. Dost marvel these are waste, when one by one. Men ceas’d to honor him or seek the Source? Here only—in this spot alone, His name Is held a sacred rnem'ry, as he said: My feet no more the slipp’rv way may climb, But this fair child, Ruami, loves the way That oft from early childhood she hath trod: Thee also will 1 send at morning’s dawn With her to lead—and e’en perchance the Flower That ’tis thy destiny one day to find. May there thy seeming fruitless search reward.” • ♦ • The daylight found us the upward way. Ascending toward the widening gates of Heaven: Ruami on before; my awkward step Endeavoring to match her fairy tread. And oft she turn’d her lustrous eyes to mine 68And spoke her gentle soul when words were dumb;— Nay, for a time, I long’d to here remain Forever 'mid these silent woodland scenes. With none in all the world save her and me. Hut Love must yield and Fate must have its way. So as at last that grassy knoll we reached, I saw her kneel among her garden flow'rs, Her golden head bow'd o’er the tiny spring And from her lips. I heard the sacred name Of Him whose memory she only kept; This was her love; no love profane could turn Its channels of devotion pure and sweet. In reverence 1 bent beside the waters And gazed into the dancing depths below; With native pearls the pebbly bottom shone.— But these I sought not, saw not, for above Their luring light, alone one image rose; One perfect Flower, from those misty depths To me her head of azure seem'd to raise. Was this a dream that Fancy's hand had drawn. Or had the hermit's words been spoken true! V. Ismu-une No one can tell; yet as before my eyes The vision of the Azure Flower shone. My spirit seem’d to wander as it led. The spring, the town, Ruami, all were gone. But still the Azure Flower glided on Far o'er the snowy mountain's crest and deep 69 In silent vales, o'er desert trails; adrift Where Ocean’s ceaseless throb beat distant shores:— So distant, yet so near, for were not these The sands, the beaches of my native land— The Homeland! ah, the Homeland once again? This harbor'd city, was it not mine own ? These buildings, had they never been my pride? These shrines bclov’d. her founder’s honor'd name? Twas o'er this city that iti thought I saw The vision of the Azure Flower rest, Where rose a temple that I ne’er had seen; An unknown temple this—yet not unknown As silent as the morn in winter breaks Above the greyness of the sleeping town. Unbidden, rousing drowsy folk from sleep. So half in vision as I dimly saw The haunts that youth had once so nearly known, Unspeakable, the longing seem'd to draw Me closer in its mystic unseen folds. The Spirit, disembodied, airy free, Grew strangely cold and sought Earth’s hiring flame. The hearts of college days, the faces there That warm’d companionship’s rcmcmb'ring heart; And even with the thought, the forms recall’d Seem'd to return, their faces wondering. As front some unrewarded search like mine, At last that Power had turn’d their spirits home. When these I saw, and from their faces read That they were still upon that search intent, I cried aloud to him whose mandate led:“Thou Master Spirit who the fate of each Dost carry in the hollow of thine hand. That givest each his work and place to fill. His little part in God’s design to play. Why hast thou sent us on this endless quest To find the emblem of true happiness? And why dost unrewarded lead again Thy children to this first commencement goal? Forthwith, I heard hint whisper in reply: “1 hade thee search, and now thine eyes have seen A vision of the Azure Flower fair; Twas I who led through that Forsaken town, I show’d thee that fair home—that gentle child; 'Twas I who kept the flowing mountain spring. And darkly veil’d, reveal’d the Azure Flow'r. But now, I lead thee not where Romance twines With shadows of the things which arc to come. But where indeed the Azure Flower grows; Look up; behold thy Temple and in her Find Happiness in service to mankind." VI. The Inner Tempi-e Night, whose uncanny cloak of mystery Had borne to Life's unfathomable confines. These souls dividing from the lower World, Now, as the Master Spirit spake his word, Fell from my eyes.—the scene,—how well I knew! Old “grey wall’d Temple on the Broad Highway” Old College Hall, 1 see as ne’er of yore When through those bright brief days, she was our Before and since, how many more have sought And in her open doors found newer life! Lives there but one that brings not unto her Just tribute for the boon of Nightly aid. Or one that blushes when her name is sung! To us who sought in Wisdom’s path to gain The prize she ne'er withholds from them that seek, Twas Temple loos’d the mediaeval bounds That separated Man from his desire. That foster’d despot greed and lawlessness, Denying him that toil'd his birthright just. "Twas Temple saw the need and held her door In welcome to these Pilgrims to her fane. Unnoted as within her gates we stand. Her thousands and ten thousands hasten by. Line after line in endless grand review: The staid Collegian with his classic lays. Intent upon ennobling State or Church; The learned Doctor, by his works of love, Allaying some of old Earth’s grievances; The Man whose word is law and by his side The pale fac’d Toiler who that law obeys; The Teacher and the Taught; the Man and Woman All mingle in a kindred fellowship Beneath old Temple’s walls; their varied lives. Their social orders, wealth, religion, race Blend in an equal harmony as each Drinks Truth and Knowledge from one Common Cup. Old Temple’s children love her though her name No title bears that centuries have sung; 70No pride she l oastR, save as their efforts win A place among the high, the strong, the true; Xor in the overflowing by-way would She waste the fruits that honest toil has won. Nor minister to them that have their share: But where the need is. there will she supply: To go out where the lights are dim and few And where the weight of poverty hangs low. Perchance among the ashes find the gold. Nor calls she gold what rings of metal dross Which counts in checks and measures by the yard; That only was true gold the Pilgrims sang Upon the bleak New England shore; that spread With Liberty throughout this land of ours. This is Iter gold: 'tis strength her test to stand. A high ideal to prove her, and the will Life’s battles in her name to overcome. No shut in cloister'd Temple she whose arm Thus reaches to all people everywhere; She bows to none, with none her labor shares; And, while her Elder colleges disdain. Some note and follow os her precept leads: Some jwss her by—and many treasures more. Some welcome her who brings their richest store; They crown her Queen, who in their hour of need Gain'd at her hands what others long withheld: And while these ancient names we honor give. •L)r. Emil Hirsch (Chicago Univ.). Feb. 15. 1908. ••"The Forces That Win." Rev. Robert MacArthur. June ;th. igca 71 Whose inner circle opens to the few. The honor of true Templar will alway. Go forth for Temple and her Founder’s name: Hi name that tills Old College Hall with cheer. His goodness in whose thought she hat! her birth Him do we honor and with thousands voice All that true love can render in return. N'o prose that storied artist ere might pen Could all his years of loving labor tell; No poetry that rhythm’ll sense might frame His praise could sing—nor from her inner heart Could Soul in music chord that gratitude Which Temp!ars ages lienee may echo hack. This day he stands among ti and we hear Such word no man has utter'd saving he And that lov’d Master whose he is and serves: "Come ye that love your Temple—ye whose way Her light direction gave when toss'll about; Come ye whose shimb’cring life she hath awak’d To richer service.—to more noble fame; Here only is that sacred Flower found For which the many strive, the few attain; Here only, as Love lays her portion down For them that have no share, will Love increase. Here only as she smooths the fever’d brow. And cheers the widow and the orphan child Will she attain at last her perfect peace; And here alone, as wisdom she imparts To know (iod’s world and call its Maker’s name. Will Love to you her richest fruitage bring;•For in that yc have done it for the least ••Greeting by Dr. Conwell. initial number of The Orel, April. Of these, so have yc done it for your Lord;' 1906. And, as He liv'd for all a minister, Seek ye Man’s good and ye shall have your share." • ------------------------------------------------------------ Ai.kekt Charles Norton. 09 C. •Baccalaureate Sermon. President Russell H. Conwell, May Temple University. June Fifth. Nineteen Hundred Nine. JO, 1909. Copyrighted. 11FT ugrtffimi The Committee desires to thank these friends and urges all who may read herein to patronize them. 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