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Vol. III. No. 3.

APRIL, 1903.



CONTENTS.

THE TALE OF A SKULL.

AT UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA.

WON BY STRATEGY.

EDITORIALS. AGRICULTURAL.

THE FRUIT GROWER.

PERSONALS AND SOCIALS.

ATHLETICS. EXCHANGES.



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Vol. III.



National Farm School, April, 1903.



No. 3.



The Tale of a Skull.

Listen, ye alchemist, to the tale I have
to tell; lend me a willing ear for the secret
that / have kept this last half century
and which I am about to reveal. For
years / have lain beneath this mound of
clay, hoping that someone might discover
me, so that I could tell them the story
that is hidden within me. But all my
wishes were in vain, and / was afraid
that it would be so long before my rest-
ing place would be found, that I would
forget my secret.

I have counted the beings that have
passed me by unnoticed, until the number
grew so great I could scarcely remember
it. How often have /watched the village
children as they wended their way to and
fro from school; how often have the
herdsmen grazed their cattle beneath yon-
der oak tree, never thinking that a hideous
object lay concealed quite near, the revel-
ation of which would recall some horrid
tale of ages long ago.

For years / have slept in this same
spot. The botanist has often tramped
upon me in his search for the wild flowers
of nature; the entomologist has passed
me by in his diligent quest for the gayly-
colored beetle and tinted butterfly; the
craniologist has overlooked me in his
investigations for valuable specimens,
amongst the ruins of this forest; and the
huntsmen's hounds have sniffed and
barked about my hiding place until I felt
ure my deliverance was close at hand.



But no shovel ever upturned the earth to
disclose my rendezvous.

For years (yea, long years they seemed
to me) I have felt the warm breezes of
summer and the cold winds of winter;
have seen the sun rise and sink; have
listened to the birds for hours, as they
warbled their sweetest anthems of ' free-
dom and happiness. The chipmunks
have played about this spot in their search
for food and I often wished that they
might be the means of my discover}'. But
days turned to months, months to years,
and the years to half a century, and still
I remained undisturbed where I was first
deposited.

It is a long time since then, but even in
my solitary confinement I have not for-
gotten the secret / have so often longed
to reveal. My story is short and sad. My
master was an eccentric old man by the
name of Cummings. He was tall, slim,
and always walked erect. His face was
wrinkled from advanced age, but it al-
ways wore an expression of kindness.
He had made a fortune in his younger
days, having retired from business at the
age of forty-five. He had never thought
of marriage and hence enjoyed the life of
a bachelor.

Wishing to free himself from the bustle
and noise of the city, he moved into the
mansion which you can faintly see stand-
ing out against the horizon yonder.

It was built after the type of the old
French chateaus and was surrounded by
gravel roads and walks and beautiful
flower beds of many designs. The estate



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included one hundred and twenty acres
of well-kept lawns and terraces, with their
white statuary (imported from Italy),
while fountains of every description sent
their spray into the air — thus cooling
the surroundings. Of course, everything
is changed now. The lawns have been
transformed into farms, and the flower
beds to wheat and corn fields, while the
mansion itself has undergone some of the
modern improvements. But / am getting
off my subject.

As I stated before, Mr. Cummings had
moved to the country so as to live a life
of solitude and ease. I was his only ser-
vant and all the household duties were
performed by myself. I learned to work
faithfully and thus gained the confidence
of my master, who looked upon me as his
own son rather than a humble domestic.

His only living relation was a brother,
who was fifteen years his junior. He was
a fellow who liked to lead a fast life and
thus spent all his earnings on horse races,
theatres, etc. In fact, he had incurred
small debts many times (through gam-
bling) and had come to his brother to
supplicate for the necessary funds to pay
his dues. Mr. Cummings had felt sorry
for him and with a brotherly feeling had
given him the money, at the same time
beseeching him to discontinue his way-
ward life, to save his earnings and settle
down in business. He had even gone so
far as to intimate that he would remember
him in his will, if he would but promise
all that he had requested and would live
up to that promise.

Charles Cummings (as J shall hence-
forth call him) readily consented to his
brother's proposition and had left the
manor with a vow never more to gamble.

Months passed by and it seemed that
he would keep his agreement. He visited
the mansion frequently, was always re-
spectably dressed, and in a cheerful
mood. In fact, he often commented on
the success he was having in complying
with his brother's wishes.

One beautiful summer's day we were



seated in the parlor, which occupied the
north side of the mansion. We had just
finished the noonday meal and Mr. Cum-
mings sat in his favorite rocker smoking
a pure Havana cigar. Our conversation
in the course of time led up to his broth-
er. I asked him if he thought that
Charles would ever return to his old
methods, and he shook his head sadly in
the affirmative. "I'm afraid," he said,
"that he is playing a game with me, al-
though I am doing my best for the better-
ment of his future. It seems that the
impressions his former habits have
wrought upon his brain are uneraseable.
He ma}- gain control over them for the
time being, but never for all times. I
noticed of late (although he tried to keep
his composure), that he is in trouble
again. I was speaking to him about the
Swinton Handicap and asked if he didn't
think that 'Iris,' the two-year-old filly,
won the race through a fraud. He turned
deathly pale when I mentioned this, and
placed his hand over his eyes as if trying
to shut out some hideous object. Then
he begged me never to broach that sub-
ject to him again, as the vers - thought of
it was a temptation he could scarcely
resist. I then changed the subject and
began talking on something livelier

and " Just then the bell rang and i"

hastened to open the door to let in the
visitor, who was none other than Charles
Cummings, the subject of our interrupted
discussion.

He was dressed in business fashion and
greeted me good naturedly. / ushered
him into the parlor and left him with my
master, while i" retired to the kitchen to
attend to my household duties.

About an hour later my master called
to me to bring in the wine, which duty I
readily performed. As / entered the par-
lor, the junior Cummings shot at me a
sinister glance which i" shall never forget.
In that look / saw the harbinger of dan-
ger. A premonition of some hovering
peril took possession of me, and it was
this feeling that prompted me to listen



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through the keyhole to the ensuing con-
versation. This was the first eavesdrop-
ping / was ever guilty of, but I did it (so
/ thought) For the sake of my master.

Through a clever bit of delusion Charles
Cummings drew his brother's attention
to the casement, and while the latter was
gazing in that direction, he dexterously
slipped something ( which / afterwards
learned to be strychnine) into the wine
glass of my master. / saw it all very
plainly from my place of concealment,
but did not understand the reason of the
act.

The conversation continued smoothly
for the time and then the younger Cum-
mings broke upon the calmness of his
brother, just as a storm does upon a ship
at sea. He arose and walked over to
where my master reclined and said, "John,
I have broken my promise to you and
have sinned against God, but the Al-
mighty knows it was not my fault. I tried
to live up to my agreement, and even
refused to accompany my companions
when they tried to entice me to the road
of ruin. But at last evil conquered my
weaker nature (right) and I followed them
in their merry-makings.

"When the Swinton handicap came off,
1 was tipped to bet all I had on 'Lone
Star,' for they told me she was a sure
winner. I believed in their words and
put up the sum of one thousand dollars
on her; but when the race was over, to
my disgust and disappointment, she came
in last, and 'Iris' was queen of the day.
I nearly went mad when I thought of my
foolhardiness, and thoughts of suicide
harassed my mind. 1 paid half of my bet
and gave my note for the remainder, to
be paid within thirty days. 1 have but
one more week to keep my promise, so I
came to you, John, thinking that you
would not like to see your brother dis-
graced, when you could easily clear him
of all debt. What say you? I swear
that I'll never gamble again if you but
free me from my debt. God hear my
vow."



During this speech the elder Cummings
had imbibed the contents of the wine
glass and he now arose and faced his
brother.

"Charles," he said, shaking his fore-
finger menacingly in his face, "you shan't
get one cent from me to pay debts incur-
red through gambling. I have no com-
passion for you, and you'll have to work
out your own salvation. 1 had hoped
that you would conquer that ignominious
habit, and had remembered you in my
will, but since you have broken your
promise to me I'll have to cut your name
out altogether and "

"But you won't get the chance to alter
the contents of the will, John Cummings.
That alone shall save me and shall lift
me up from my degradation. Your hours
on this earth are numbered, for the wine
that you have been drinking is poisoned.
Aha! you shrink in fear."

"Nay, Charles, not from fear, but from
shame. May God forgive you for this
rash act."

His face turned ghastly pale, his lips
twitched — the poison had taken effect.
"Stephen, Stephen," he gasped as he
tottered. J" threw open the door and
caught him in my arms before he fell to
the floor, but / was too late to save his
life; /only held a corpse.

Charles Cummings gazed at me for an
instant. He was aware that / knew his
secret, that / had witnessed this awful
crime, and would be the means of his
being given up to justice should /escape.
As quickly as he conceived these things,
so quickly did he act. Before / was con-
vinced of my danger he picked Up an
oaken chair and brought it down upon
my head with superhuman force. The
blow killed hi, instantly. This accounts
for the dent in my skull.

It seemed the devil himself had posses-
session of him. Not satisfied with the
fiendish work he had already committed,
he cut off my head from my body and
buried it in this mound. The rest of mu
body lies at the bottom of the river.

Continued in nt& t



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At University of Galifornia.

On the sixteenth, President Wheeler
(of the University of California) announc-
ed by bill posters that there would be a
University Meeting at which we would
be addressed by the Hon. Booker T.
Washington.

Promptly at 1 1 a. m. all other classes
were suspended, the students and faculty
filed to the doors of the Harmon Gym-
nasium and Booker T. Washington re-
ceived an ovation of which he little
dreamed. As he was escorted on the
platform by President Wheeler a tremen-
dous applause of hand-clapping met his
ears, followed by th'ee cheers for Booker
T. Washington, in a truly student fash-
ion. (There are twenty-eight hundred
students at the University of California).

A broad smile of appreciation suffused
the dark features of the orator and
ostensibly he formed a predilection for
his hearers.

The speaker was above average height,
with a well-knit face, large hands and
feet, characteristic thick lips (clean
shaven) and woolly hair. His features
denoted the highest intellectual type;
broad forehead, intelligent eyes, and his
mouth marked him for determination
and kindness. His voice was powerful
and distinct, and his speech was fre-
quently emphatic.

Mr. Washington began his talk by
saying that from the first his race enjoy-
ed a great advantage, for while the
whites entered this country with a strong
protest from the residents of America in
1492, his race was from the first in great
demand and were sent for and even had
fheir transportation paid.

The address was stocked with timely
quotations and stories and jokes in the
negro dialect. Of these latter the fol-
lowing is a fair specimen: When Mr.



Washington founded the Tuskegee In-
stitute the only available building for a
school house was an old dirty hen coop.
It was neccessary to clean it, so he en-
gaged an infirm plantation negro and
while they weie at work in the hen coop
the aged negro interrupted him saying,
"Look a heah, Mars Washington, you
done start wrong wif your school in de
•first place. What will people fink when
dey see y r ou cleanin' a hen house in de

daytime ?' '

Mr. v\ ashington, in speaking of the

relation of mules to the negro, said that
the long-eared quadruped and negro
were closely allied — indeed, so insepar-
able were they that they were included
as members of the same race. Where
mules most abound, there negros were
found in the greatest numbers. In the
South the negro was freed by the Eman-
cipation Proclamation, while the mule
was emancipated by the trolley car.

The address was interrupted by con-
tinual rounds of applause and when the
speaker finished, six cheers were given
in his favor.

When the cheering died away Presi-
dent Wheeler arose and announced in
loud tones that if any one dared to leave
the hall within the next ten minutes they
would incur his displeasure, for a collec-
tion was now going to be taken up.

This was received with added cheers
by the students, and for the next fifteen
minutes while the hats were being passed
nothing could be heard but the jingling
of silver, and in some cases gold.
Nearly all the students and all of the
faculty contributed, and the collection
amounted to nearly one thousand dollars.

Before leaving the hall the Glee Club
rendered some good selections and the
assemblage dispersed amid the songs
and yells of the students.

Maurice Mitzmain, '04.



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5



Won by Strategy.

Butler was a butter and egg dealer.
He had a prosperous establishment until
Daly &. Clark, his competitors, tried
their best to run him out of business.
They lowered their prices almost to the
wholesale price. Eggs had gone down
two points, butter one. Butler could not
go so low. He saw that all his custom-
ers were leaving him. They did not
want to pay twenty-five cents for a dozen
eggs and thirty-two for a pound of butter
when they could buy much cheaper at
the other stores. He saw that his whole
maintainance depended on selling milk,
which his competitors allowed to pass
unnoticed at first, but not for long.
They soon grabbed this and left their
victim without a means of making a
livelihood, as he had no other occupation.
He could not compete any longer.

Ruin threatened him. All his custom-
ers left him, so that he had to retire
from business. This left the field clear
to Daly & Clark, who immediately raised
their prices to their former value.

"What shall I do?" queried the dairy-
man. "I have no means of keeping
this business up and I positively can't
fight those hounds any longer. They
have more money to back them than I
can raise."

"Ah, I have it," he suddenly ex-
claimed aloud; "I'll do it; competition
or no competition, I'm bound to make

my fortune. Let the others be d .

I have enough money to start anew.
I'll buy a few cows and a few hundred
chickens and hire that farm which brother
Nelson has to lease. Then I'll get some
patent churners and other dairy necessi-
ties and make butter and h,*ve eggs and
milk to sell at much lower prices than
before, and get a larger profit at the
same time. What a capital idea!"

He set out in a hurry for Nelson's
real estate office on Washington street.
When lie h d explained his plans, Nel-
son shook his head doubtfully and said,
"When Daly & Clark hear of your
scheme they will condemn it and cause
you lots of tiouble. You know that
playing with them is like playing with



fire. I advise you to drop the idea."

"Well, I'll risk it anyhow," replied
Butler resolutely; "and if these scoun-
drels try to drag me down, they'll find
me a pretty hard case to tackle."

"If that's the case," said Nelson,
"let us negotiate the transaction at once."

The next day Butler bought some fine
milch cows and two hundred and fifty
Plymouth Rock chickens and had them
sent to his farm.

He hired a man to do the work, and
after everything was in ship-shape order
informed his former customers that busi-
ness would be resumed.

Business started with a rush. After a
few days had passed his customers found
that they had struck a bargain store.
His prices were much lower than Daly's.
The people could hardly realize it. But-
ler selling fresh goods at the regular
price! They spread the news to their
friends and Butler had such large crowds
in his spacious store that he was com-
pelled to hire a clerk to help run the
business.

'1 hen his competitors saw that he was
rapidly becoming a strong antagonist.
They conferred together and decided to
run this man into the ditch by even-
available means. They lowered their
prices one point below Butler's. The
public, though, did not appreciate their
generosity. They cared not for a penny
more or less. They preferred good, re-
liable goods.

When Butler heard of his rivals'
actions he instantly showed fight. lie
loweied his prices a few points and had
circulars distributed demonstrating the
superior quality of his goods. The con-
flict continued. Daly lowered his prices
again and again. Clark did likewise,
but Butler went still lower.

At last the company, finding that
brains and pluck rule over money, had
to foreclose and failed. Then Butler was
able to make enough money to keep his
business going profitably without any
competitors or schemers to contend with.

"There will not be any dairy competi-
tions in this town again while I'm in it,"
Butler was heard to say to a friend, and
there have never been any in Louiston,
Washington, since.

Joseph Reinitz, '06.



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ACTING EDITOR-IN-CHIEF,

BERNARD A. ZALINGER, '04.
Max Malish, '05, Agricultural.
Elmore I. Lee, '04, Personal and Social.
Max Morris, '05, Athletics.
Harry Sadler, '03, Exchanges.
Business Manager,
MEYER GOLDMAN, '03.
Associate Business Manager,
ABRAHAM FREIDES, '05.



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RIALS




An Appeal to Your Manhood.

There is nothing so disgusting to the
student body as to see one of their num-
ber acting the part of a fop. This kneel-
ing to power, for the sake of a smile of
recognition in return, is a direct insult to
your own manhood. We see one doing
petty favors for the captain of the base-
ball nine, thinking that thereby he may
receive a position on the team. Another
tries to ingratiate himself into the graces



of the editor, laboring under the illusion
that his article will receive publication,
because he has paid the editor some flat-
tering compliment; and still a third en-
deavors to win the smiles of his teachers
by being in their constant attendance, all
the while remarking that he can not fail
to pass his exams.

To those of you who inherit this weak-
ness, we say, Overcome it at once! There
is nothing that will condemn you quicker
in life! The world dislikes a ninny, a
coxcomb, a fop; and if you have any
ability or true worth, others will soon
recognize it without your forcing yourself
upon them.

One thing that the students lack is en-
thusiasm. How often have our warriors
battled upon the gridiron, trying to win
new laurels for themselves and Alma
Mater, and fighting bravely to keep the
"Green and Gold" from trailing in the
dust of dishonor, while their classmates
stood by as if mute, watching the uncer-
tainty of the contest. Now and then a
faint huzza would ring out when our boys
would be in the lead, but never a college
yell or song was heard when we were
losing ground.. If there is anything that
will give heart to the losing side, it is
encouragement. Cheer them vociferously
when the tide of the battle is coming our
way, but cheer even louder when the tide
is going out. In this way an imminent
defeat may be turned into a victory.



People, without money, are like the
mercury in a thermometer during a cold
winter's day. They are always down in
the pocket.

# *

Man, like a caterpillar, enjoys life on
this earth, and then enters the dark tomb.
He becomes a seraph above, to perform
the biddings of his creator; the caterpillar
is changed to the beautiful butterfly, to
finish its career on this terrestrial globe.



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agricultural



Spring Work on The Farm.

Spring with its abundance of work is
here. From morning till night the
farmer is busily engaged, plowing, har-
rowing and cultivating, in order to pre-
pare his ground for planting. He will
thus be engaged until all his grain is
sown.

It is essential that everything should
be planted as early in spring as possi-
ble, i. e., as soon as the ground can be
prepared, and all danger of frost is
over. The reason for this is twofold;
first, some grains require a longer
period of growth than others and are
dependent upon the spring rains for
their germination and become estab-
lished before dry weather. Secondly,
the farmer tries to obtain as rapid a
growth as possible, so that he can grow
another crop the same year on the same
ground.



The Farm Department.

Everything in this department is in
excellent condition. It is the aim of our
farm superintendent to restore the soil
to its former fertile condition, and by
the judicious use of manure and ferti-
lizers he has partly succeeded. Most of
the crops grown here last summer gave
an excellent yield ; notably oats, corn,
beets, turnips and potatoes. This year
we have twenty-five acres of winter
grain, consisting of wheat and rye and
vetch. The latter is a nitrogen gatherer
and climbs up on the rye. We also
have a ten-acre field of clover, which
we expect will give a good yield of hay.



dairy department. All cows that are
run down are rapidly being displaced
by new and better ones. An accurate
record is kept of them and if one should
fall below a certain standard in the
quantity of milk she gives, she will not
be kept. It is the aim of Dr. Wash-
burn to so improve our dairy depart-
ment that it shall be one of the main
features of the Farm School, and every
cow in our herd shall be a model dairy
cow.



Horticultural Department.

The students were extremely busy


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