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CONTEXTS ' ' ' '''Page 

Administration of Governor Bartlett, The. by H. C. Pearson 3 

Adventuresome Sap Gathering, An. by Alice Bartlett Stevens 156 

All Alone in the Country, by Henry Bailey Stevens 259 

Amherst. Sir Jeffrey, by William BoyUon Rotch 15 

Beginnings of a Great New Hampshire Industry, The. by George B. Upham 141 

Books of New Hampshire Interest. 

A Flower of Monterey, 363; Alice Adams 444; American Red Cross Work. 
176; Amy Lowell's Legends, 402; A Penny Whistle. 545: A Wonderland 
of the East, 38; Creative Chemistry, 39; fontemporary Verse Anthology. 
127; Find the Woman, 218; First Down. Kentucky. 545; God's Country. 
176; Hail Columbia. 362; History of Sullivan, 314; King of Kearsarge, 512; 
One Act Plays, 544; Politics Adjourned and Politics Regained, 38; Rainy 
Week. 562; Russia from the American Embassy, 443; St. Andrews Treasury 
of Scottish Verse. 41; Since the Civil War. 271; Sister Sue. 271; Sea 
Lanes, 545; Taft Papers, 59; The Advancing Hour, 176; The Beggar's 
Vision, 512; The Career of David Noble. 544; The Flaming Forest^ 403; 
The Dame School of Experience, $2: The Kingdom Round the Corner, 
271; The Pride of Palomar, 444; The Princess Xaida. 362; The Velvet 
Black, 2 IS; Towns of New England and Old England, 403; Waste Paper 
Philosophy. 40. 

By the Veery's Nest, by Caroline S. Allen _ 527 

Collection of Old New England Rugs, A, by Ella Shannon Bowles 388 

Concord Post of the American Legion, by George W. Parker 298 

Constitution Day 413 


Vital Statistics. 36; Compensations of Publication. 80; Winter Sports, 155; 
The President's Cabinet. 175. Prize Poem. 220; State Board of Education, 
269; State Commissions, 515; Advertising New Hampshire, 360; Old Home 
Week. 401; The Tax Conference, 441; The Teachers' Convention, 515; 
Contests and Contents, 543. 
Famous Adventurer of Three Centuries Ago. A. by Rev. Dr. Fred'k George 

Wright 429 

Forty Years a Shaker, by Nicholas A. Briggs 19 j S6, 115 150 

High Land, by Kenneth P. Musdock , 33O 

Holt, The late Benjamin 139 

Joe Fmglish Hill, by Harriet Pervier ;q 

John Sadler's Return, by Charles Ncvers Holmes 3g4 

Looking the First One Over, by T. Wise Chaplin 252 

Man's Love for Pine Trees, by Roland D. Sawyer 438 

Mills Family of Portsmouth. \". H.. A Brief Sketch of, by Rev. C. B. Mills 77 

New Hampshire's First Live Wire, by Harlan C. Pearson 485 

New Hampshire Necrology: 

Dr. Alfred W. Abbott. 154; Dr. Florence H. Abbot, 405; Judge Edgar 
Aldrich, 451; Mrs. Abbie S. Ames. 84; Norman H. Beane, 408; Meshach 
H. Bell, 365; S. Howard Bell. 44; A. H. Brown, 548; Malcolm L. Bradlev, 
408; V. J. Brcnnan. 224; Albion Burbank. 224; John T. Busiel, 549; F. O. 
Chellis, 225; A. E. Clark, 514; C. R. Clark, 317; G. W. Clvde,' 407;' W. P 
Craig, S3; J. B. Crowley. 408; D. R. Cole, 548; D. M. Cur'rier, 224*; H B 
Day. 361; S. C. Derby. 274. O. B. Douglas, 43; J. M. Dutton', 274*; A. A, 
Ellis, 365; E. O. Fifield, 454; A. K. Fiske, 614; L. G. French, 274^ A. L. 
Foote. 273; Fines? L. Griffin, 407; John F. Hazelton, 454; Ira F Harris 
452; Dr. W. A'. Hayes, 406; S. C. Hill, 134; N. W. Hobbs, 405; H. L. 



Home. 453; John M. Howe, 453; Joshua W. Hunt, 408; John W. Jewel!. 
44, Dr. F. W. Jones, 407: F. L. Kendall, 177; Stephen Kenny. 405; Rev". 
Joseph Kimball, 22'?; Woodbury Langdon, 54S; E. F. Lane. 407; G. M. L. 
Lane. 225: W. G. Livingstone, 453; \V. F. Low, 274; C. T. McNally, 409; 
Rev. H. C. McDougall. 83; M. S. McCurdy, 224; Dr. S. H. McCollestcr'. 
316; Mtlo S. Morrill. 547; S. F. Murry, 274; J. B. Nash, 317; True L. Xor- 
n?. 43: L. \V. Paul. S3; J. \Y. Pitman, 364; \V. H. Plummer, 407; Mrs I 
W. Nbyes. 83: C. S. Pratt. 273; H. K. Porter. 364; Dr. C. E. Quimbv 
549: R.v. W. A. Rand. 224; Dr. G. H. Saltmarsh. 514; Rev. C S. Sargent, 
514; Gecrge H. Sawyer. 226: Mrs. Ellen T. Scales. 83; I. E. Shepard, 44; 
Jeremiah Smith, 453; Rev. \V. B. T. Smith. 316; Dr. M. C. Spaulding.. 364; 
Dr. A. J. Stevens. 225: \V. E. Stone. 453; Dr. H. L. Sweeny. 225; E. H 
Taylor. 453; J. E. Tolles. 274; W. E. Tolles, 316; A. H. Thayer, 452; L 
F. Ttask, 273; J. P. Tucker. 453: H. E. Tutherly. 405; David Urch, 365; 
S. S. Webber. 364; G. K. Webster. 406; Leonard Wellington, 549; George 
Wentworth. 406; J. C. Weston, 406; Mary H. Wheeler, 273; Luelta M. 
Wilson. 406; Clarence M. Woodbury. 407. 

New Hampshire State Grange, The, by Henry H. Metcalf 517 

New Hampshire Orphans' Home. The, by Rev. M. J. Malvern 229 

New State Government. The, by Henry H. Metcalf 47 

Notable Occasion, A, by Henry H. Metcalf "... 395 

Old Home Week, by Will M. Cressy y>\ 

Pittsfield's 150th Year Celebration " ................. A57 


A February Afternoon, V. B. Ladd. 73; A. Garden, M. Aborn. 10; After- 
math. A. D. O. Greenwood, 390; After the Snow Storm. C. X. Holmes. 
76; Andante, W. B. Wolfe, 313; Alien, Harold Vinal, 35; April. M. E. 
Hough. 174; At Peace, F. H. R. Poole, 311; Au Soleil. W. B. Wolfe, 126; 
A Christmas Wish, G. H. HubbardT 537. 

Back Home, Catherine A. Dole, 538; Buttercups. C. W. Avery. 272. 
Caesura, W. B. Wolfe. 226; Camilla Sings, Shirley Harvey, 130; Canoe- 
ing on Granite Lake, F. H. R. Poole. 440; Canterbury Bells, M. H. 
Wheeler. 42; Capitulation, Cora S. Day. 346; Constantinople, E. F. Keene. 

Day, Dawn, Dusk. Louise K. Pugh, 542; Dawn. F. A. Faunce, 344; Day- 
Time, M. E. Hough, 263; Destiny, Barbara Hollis, 311. 
Eternity. M. G. Roby. 129; Eventide, Julie Korwin, 342. 
Finis, C. T. Leonard. 33; Forbidden Things, Gertrude Jenckes. 352; Frag- 
ment, G. F. Whitcomb, 34; From the Trail. F. H. R. Poole, 312. 
Go'Jdess-Moon, L. P. Guyol, 442; Guides. Robert Hallam, 261. 
Heart of Mine. Kathleen Xutter, 353; He Dreamed of Beauty. Leighton 
Rollins, 448; Home, W. B. France, 348; Helga Tortenson, R. T. Xordlund, 
355; Homesick, D. T. Wilton, 404; Honored by Service, Marion Safley, 
357; Hopes Unfulfilled, M. S. Baker, 450; Hours. Hazel Hall, 351; Heart- 
aches, Caroline Fisher, 347; Home Builders, Barbara Hollis, 271; House 
of Dreams, M. I. Whittier, 450. 

I Cleaned My Hou>e To-day, K. C. Balderston. 155; If Winter Comes, 
G. M. Hillman, 433; Imprisoned Earth. D. E. Collister, 350; Indecision, 
L. H. Crowley. 347; In Memory, Jay Fitzgerald, 344; Inspiration, L. Bron- 
ner, Jr.. 215; In the Country, R. B. Eddy, 297; In the Roman Forurn, Z. 
J. McCormick, 546; In Violet Time, L. A. Sherman, 174; I Want to Sing, 
G. S. OrcuU. 149, 


January. Albert \nnett. 35; John Says Tic's Dead. R. D. Ware. 112; Joys 
of a Tie-Maker, Cecil Ritche^, 354. » 
Life, Ida B. Rossiter, 344. 

Memory, Cora S. Day, 325; Memories, C. T. Leonard, 129; Memories, \Y. 
E. Stearns, 546; Moonlight Phantasy, Ruth Metzger, 18; Memory Pic- 
tures, L. H. Heath, 3°7; Moon-Melody, G. C. Howes, 345; Morning 
Prayer. C. W. Avery. 339; Moosilauke, G. S. Orcutt, 392; Mt. Washing- 
ton, D. E, Adams. 338: My Baby, G. A. Foster. 251; My Den Fire. Clif- 
ford Rose, 359; My Little Love. E. W. Matthews, 34. 

Nature, E. W. Matthews, 171; New Hampshire, A. S. Hatton, 312; New- 
Hampshire Gems, M. S. Brewster, 393; Nonchalance, M. L. Runbeck, 
215; Nothing Common or Unclean. C. VV. Avery. 395; November in New- 
England, C. T. Curtis, 510; Night at Ossipee A. S. Beane, 397. 
October, K. S. Oakes, 446; October. F. W. Turner, 446; Ode to New 
Hampshire, L. P. Wemple, 409; On Reading Mr. Wells. K. C. Balder- 
ston, 26S; Opportunity, A. S. Lear, 261; Terapora, Mores, F. H. McLain, 
394; O Little Breeze, G. I. Putnam; 396; Old Memories; J. E. Hussey, 

Pause, Harold Vinal, 111; Phases, B. C. Sterett, 349; Pipes of Pan, E. H. 
Gordon, 248; Poet and Pilgrim, J. E. Bowman, 223; Presence, Leighton . 
Rollins, 121. 

Rain in April H. A. Parker, 177; Revenge, B. F. Gile, 337; Roses, F. 
P. Keyes. 427. 

September, P. R. Bugbee. 377; September in the Mountains. K. S. Oakes, 
391; Shaker Meeting, A. C. True, 122; Shadow of the Wolf, Agnes Ryan, 
539; Silences. J. H. Ayres, 449; Smiles, K. H. Graves. 358; Snow-Trail, 
B. L. Kenyon, 32; Song in September, B. L. Kenyon, 34; Song of Spring, 
M. G. Roby, 214; Sonnet, L. P. Guyol, 542; Sonnet. Harold Vinal, 223; 
Southern River Song, A. W. Driscoll, 346; Spring. M. S. Baker, 141; Star 
Flowers, L. P. Guyol, 55; Storm Warning, M. E. Nella, 391; Steeple Bush, 
S. R. Abbott and A. M. Shepard, 399; Sunset. A. Annett, 398; Surrender, 
Bess Norris 350. 

Tam o' Shanters, D. W. Smith, 74; Taters, E. H. Richards, 39S; The Angel 
of the Hidden Face, H. L. Newman, 314; The Abandoned House, L. S. 
Keech. 34.3; The Best Beloved. C. W. Avery. 222; The Blind. E. C. Lit- 
sey, 350; The Camper's Rain Sign, E. W. Vinton, 395; The Church With- 
out Walls, W. T. Billings, 508; The Dance, E. W. Matthews, 400; The 
Gardener, C. W. Avery, 312; The Gracious Lover, L. P. Guyol, ; The 

Homeland, Marjorie Packard, 540; The Harbinger of Spring, J. E. Hus- 
sey, 170; The Hillside's Chief, P. R. Bugbee. 221; The Immortal Spark, 
M. R. Cole, 262; The Lights Come On, A. J. Beckard, 219; The Messen- 
ger, A. J. Dolloff, 35; The Miracle of Night, Laura A. Davis. 343; The 
Music of the Forest, A. J. Dclloff, 3S3; The Old Canals of England, H. 
,M- Campbell, 445; The Old Man of the Mountain, Eleanor Baldwin, 541; 
The Old Man of the Mountain, Ida B. Rossiter, 121; The Pacific, Caroline 
Fisher, 272; The Real World, Mary Burke, 342; There is a House upon 
a Hill, M. C. Watson, 81; The Road to Jericho, A. M. Shepard, 180; The 
Road, Z. G. D., 447; The Reckoning, H. M. Philbrook, 437; The Storm, 
Freda Kellum, 352; The Singing Heart, Lucy W. Perkins, 399; The Stars, 
S. E. Rowe, 394; The Story of Pemigewasset, W. C. Adams, 67; Thoughts 
on the Colors of the Night, L. Rollins, 216; To Dawn, G. F. Whitcomb, 
128; To a Cynic, L. P. Guyol, 512; To My Quaker Grandmother, K. C. Bal- 



derston, 513; Trade's Temple. Jean M Batchelder, 541; Tschaikowsky's 

Symphony, J. K. Curtis, .330; Twilight in Babylon, M. Loscalzo, 347; The 

Flag at Halt-Mast. S. C. Worthen, 540. 

Unborn Star;. L. Rollins. 312; Unsatisfied. R. B. Eddy, 84. 

Valentine. Elaine Stern. 173; Villanelle, T. J. Murray. 222. 

Where the Home Light Gleams. R. W. Temple. 380; White Mountains 

in Spring, R. E. Barclay, 354; Will of Miles Standish, J. E. Bowman, 387. 

Your Voice, A. M. Buchanan. 345. 

Problem in Constitutional Amendment, A. by L. D. White 532 

Psalm of the Big Rock. The. by F. R. R.ogers 363 

Richardson. Guy, by Fanny R. Poole 249 

Second Permanent New England Settlement, The, by Ida C. Roberts 264 

Seward, Rev. Josiah L., by S. H. McCollcster 277 

Seward's Village, by Mr^. Frank B. Kingsbury 279 

Squar' Applesauce, by George I. Putnam 123 

State Senate. The, by Henry H. Metcalt 87 

Wonoiancet Club, The, by George W. Parker 369 

Work of the Legislature, The, by Henry H. Metcalt 183 





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His Excellency, John H. Barilett, 
Governor of New Hampshire, 1919-1920. 


Vol. LIU. 

JANUARY, 1921 

No. 1 


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Within the memory of the pres- 
ent generation, New Hampshire has 
had no chief executive, who attain- 
ed more widespread distinction as 
a public sneaker than Governor 
fohn II. Kartlett. whose admini- 
stration ended on January 6th. 

New Hampshire governors al- 
ways are in constant demand to 
speak at gatherings within and 
without the state. If our gov- 
ernors accepted all of these invita- 
tions that come to them during the 
two years they are in office, they 
would have time for little else than 
preparing- and delivering addresses. 

Governor Bartlett has been quite 
as popular a choice to grace special 
functions and important gather- 
ings with his own constituents, as 
have been his predecessors : and he 
has also been in frequent demand to 
speak outside the state, and has ac- 
cepted enough of these invitations 
to make him a national figure as a 
platform orator. 

1 am informed on reliable au- 
thority that the director of the 
speakers' bureau of the Republican 
National Committee, has stated 
that Governor Bartlett was ranked 
as one of the four most effective 
campaigners the Republicans had 
in the country last fall. 'This will 
be no surprise to New Hampshire 
people, for they have long had Gov- 
ernor Bartlett placed in the front 
rank of public speakers. 

Governor Bartlett. in whatever 
sort of gatherings he finds himself, 
and whether the notice is long or 
short, always has something inter- 
esting to say and he says it in a 
thoroughly pleasing and effective 

Two of his addresses to Xew 
Hampshire audiences. however, 
stand out most prominently, not to 
mention his inaugural message to 
the 1919 Legislature, which outlined 
an administration program about 
equally pleasing and displeasing to 
a large number of those who heard 
him deliver the message. 

The first of the specially note- 
worthy addresses was made at the 
Labor day celebration in Contoo- 
cook River Park, on Labor day, 
1919, and the other was his address 
to the Merrimack County Pomona 
Grange in Concord last year. 

It required courage of a high or- 
der to discuss the labor question as 
Governor Bartlett did before the 
Labor Unionists, for he did not 
hesitate to tell them that in too 
man}' instances workingmen were 
not giving anything like a fair re- 
turn for the big wages they were 
being paid- It was not the sort of 
speech an orator desirous only to 
make a hit with his hearers would 
make, but it did come in for wide 
reading and commendation for the 
timely warning it carried, and it 
is to the credit of the Concord Labor 
Unionists that they took the coun- 
sel in the broad spirit in which it 
was given. 

The Grange speech attained still 
wider distribution, the members of 
the order who heard it being so 
deeply impressed with its splendid 
Americanism and the effectiveness 
of its summary of world conditions, 
then even more chaotic than at 
present, that almost before the 
speaker had taken his seat, they 
voted unanimously and enthusias- 
tically to have copies printed and 


sent to every Granger in Xew 
Hampshire. The New Hampshire 
Manufacturers' Association also 
had the address attractively re- 
printed and sent to many similar 
organizations and Chambers of 
Commerce throughout the country. 

Here in New Hampshire Gov- 
ernor Rartlett lias been counted an 
able political campaigner for some 
time, but until he became his 
state's chief executive lie had done 
little, if any, campaigning outside 
the state. When Governor Cool- 
idge was so viciously beset in the 
campaign following his courageous 
action in the Boston police strike, 
and the Republican leaders fear- 
ful that the exponents of disorder 
bade fair to triumph in the election, 
were sending out frantic calls for 
help everywhere. Governor Bart- 
lett responded and went into Massa- 
chusetts to help his fellow Gov- 

His first assignment was to ad- 
dress an unimportant meeting near 
Springfield. He made one of the 
speeches, we in New Hampshire 
would call a characteristic Bartlett 
speedy which is to say "hot stuff." 
But it was a revelation to the 
Massachusetts politicians. The 
Bartlett itinerary was immediately 
revir.eo and throughout the remain- 
ing ten days of the campaign he 
was in the thick of the light.' wind- 
ing up with Governor Coolidge at 
the big final rally in Faneuil Hall, 
the night before election. 

What he did in ' Massachusetts 
became known to the national com- 
mittee managers, and, last fall, 
Governor Bartlett was early invit- 
ed to go out on the big speakers' 
circuit. He accepted gladly and 
was used every night he could be 
away from Xew Hampshire during 
the last three weeks of the cam- 

paign. He made no less than six 
addresses in Xew York City and 
numerous others in Xew ' York 
State, Pennsylvania, Xew Jersey, 
Maryland, West Virginia, Massa- 
chusetts, Connecticut and Rhode 
Island, being used, when possible, 
in supposedly close and doubtful 

It is on the strength of what 
Governor Rartlett did in the Cool- 
idge governorship campaign and the 
national campaign last year, that 
those cognizant of what is likely 
to be awarded Xew England, in the 
way of important appointments by 
the Harding administration, expect 
Governor Rartlett to be one of those 
in this section who will be offered 
special distinction. 

From the foregong there might 
be an inference drawn that all of 
Governor Rartlctt's time has been 
devoted to making speeches during 
the past two years. That is wide 
of the truth, however, for he had 
in hand many affairs of hrge im- 
portance to the state's welfare, and. 
invariably he has handled them 
with the prompt efficiency to be 
looked for from one with his poli- 
tical, legal and business training. 

Not everybody, by any means, 
has always agreed with Governor 
Bartlett's viewpoint As a matter 
of true statement there lias been 
very wide divergence from his 
views on some questions, but those 
who have disagreed with him never 
have questioned his honesty of pur- 
pose, nor his courage in carrying 
out his ideas, whether the storm 
headed his way was one of ap- 
proval or disapproval. 

fie welcomed Devalera and Rock- 
efeller and Edison and Burroughs 
with even grace when they visited 
the state, and he was no less graci- 
ous in sending an invitation to the 



Prince of Wales to come to New- 
Hampshire, when the Prince was in 

Governor Bartlett himself has 
given a comprehensive outline of 
what he deems the important official 
acts of his administration, in his 
farewell address to the Legislature, 
which is printed herewith as an 
important part of the historical 
record of New Hampshire. The 
Governor said : 

The administration which is now 
ending has dealt with that two-year 
period of New Hampshire's history 
immediately following the vic- 
torious conclusion of the most 
devastating and deadly world war. 
The next biennial period which is 
entrusted to my worthy successor 
and to you, will also have its very 
serious problem?. In passing to 
others the insignia of office and pub- 
lic trust, it becomes our duty to 
give at least a brief report of our 
Stewardship, and to endow you with 
such recital concerning our experi- 
ence as may be helpful in continuing 
without impairment the progress 
of the ship of stare- 

In accordance with the law, the 
departments have already prepared 
reports in detail of their service 
within the jurisdictional limits defin- 
ed by statute. These reports must- 
all be studied by one who seeks to 
know the condition of the state, I 
express no opinion of the depart- 
mental requests for appropriations. 
The retiring administration began 
by the enactment of certain laws and 
the making of certain appropriations 
which may be found in the pamph- 
let entitled "Laws of 1919." Your 
work begins where this volume ends. 
1 wo pieces of legislation enacted 
during the past two years will un- 
doubtedly stand forever towering at 
mountain height above all others. 
1 refer to "suffrage" and to "pro- 
hibition." These are history. With 
^ strong public sentiment behind 

them, and because they are so mani- 
festly right in principle, there can 
be little doubt that they will be 
allowed to remain as completed and 
settled issues. 

Next in importance as marking a 
real epoch, in our state was the 
adoption of the principles of "Ameri- 
canization," "Equalization," and 
"Supervision" with relation to our 
school system. At a time when re- 
construction measures of the surest 
objective were desperately sought 
as necessities of continued national 
existence, this legislation was par- 
ticularly fortunate, and has made 
New Hampshire somewhat of a 
pioneer in the new era of schools 
following the war. 

Of the soundness of the princi- 
ples, there can be no question. Of 
the wisdom of making the state the 
educational unit, and directing cen- 
ter of all -public schools it would 
seem there could be no doubt. Of 
the advisability of having a state 
school board of practical business 
men to act as an administrative and 
judicial bulwark, there can scarce- 
ly be any difference of opinion. An 
organization of highly trained pro- 
fessional, and more or less techni- 
cal educators requires the solid 
backing of courage and common 
sense which should always exist in 
a state board, and which I believe 
does exist in our board which con- 
sists of Messrs. Streeter, Hutchins, 
Fry, Lessard and Paine. I desire 
here to express my deep apprecia- 
tion of their splendid service. 

With reference to finances, par- 
ticularly, the new school law is not 
well understood because of the fact 
that it consolidates lines of work- 
formerly done separately, and in 
other matters acts as a kind of 
clearing house- It might seem to 
the casual observer to have added 
more to the expenses of the state 
than it really has. 

The law compels universal super- 
vision. Prior to it, there was no 


supervision .in a large number of 
places and those were the ones that 
most needed it. This additional 
supervision costs someone about. 
$70,000. The law provides for pay- 
ing fur all supervision in the state 
by a S2-per-child tax. This method 
distributes the expense so that the 
more favored centers, to some ex- 
lent, aid in bearing the burden of 
less favored communities. Ex- 
perience has proven that S2 is not 
enough for this purpose unless the 
salaries of the superintendents are 
to be reduced. The State Board 
decided that men having such im- 
portant work to do should be men 
who are worth $2.000. — should be 
men of that size. The law permits 
the districts or unions to increase 
this sum by bearing one-half the 
increase themselves. The fact that 
every union in the state has itself 
increased this minimum- salary, en- 
tirely relieves the State Board of any 
criticism that they are too high. 

You have a right, if you desire, 
to amend the law making the dis- 
tricts pay all the increase, or you 
may reduce the minimum if you 
desire. But in doing so you are 
sending cheaper men into these im- 
portant fields to feed the minds of 
future Americans. There are sixty- 
four . supervisory unions. The 
salaries amounted last year to 
$186,596, which was about $40,000 
in excess of the receipts from the 
$2 tax. The State Board collects 
the tax and pays the superintendents 
who were formerly paid from the 
city or town treasuries. 

The "equalization" feature, of the 
law is as large as you care to make 
it. Many poor towns cannot have 
decent schools unless the state aids 
them- _ Last year $283,000 was used 
for this purpose. This amount 
does very good work. I note that 
the Board this year suggests 
$400,000. This would do excellent 
work. It is your problem. 

I he actual additional expense for 

administering the department is 
only about 815.000 more thaif the 
old system of administration. 

J he Stale Board carried on with- 
out interruption the work of the 
former Department of Public In- 
struction, including the direction of 
the two normal schools, the admini- 
stration of the child labor and 
mother's aid laws, and the inspec- 
tion and approval of high schools. 

The state aid has made possible 
a thirty-six-week year for all chil- 
dren, giving 6500 rural school chil- 
dren at least four weeks more of 
schooling than the districts have 
ever been able to give them before. 

The Board has caused 526 of the 
1117 school buildings in use to be 
improved or remodeled along better 

It has formulated and put into 
operation plans for the systematic 
improvement of the health "of school 
chddreu. It has brought to clinics 
117 children. It has extended health 
supervision until it has reached 98 
per cent of our public school chil- 

It has been able to so combine 
the districts of the state into super- 
visory unions that economical super- 
vision is for the first time possible. 
It has employed well trained and 
experienced superintendents for all 

For the first time it has certified 
or licensed all teachers in our pub- 
lic schools. It has improved the 
quality of instruction by accepting 
as teachers only those' who meet 
fixed standards of education and 
training. The morale of the pro- 
fession has been improved. 

It has brought Americanization 
ideals to thousands of foreign-born 
and has increased the attendance at 
evening schools from 1500 to 6000. 

It has secured co-operative work- 
ing relations with the parochial 
schools of the Roman Catholic 
church and with other private 
schools, and has sympathetically 


inspected and reported on all such 
schools. 1 officially commend this 
patriotic co-operation. 

It has accomplished these results 
in a period of advancing- costs at a 
total increase in expense to state 
and districts of about 21 per cent. 

The worst abuse of advancing 
costs is in connection with the law 
compelling the transportation of 
school children. The total cost of 
all transportation of pupils in the 
state in 1916 was $90,000, but by 
1920 it had increased to $195,000. 
There must be some wrong here 
somewhere. For your information 
only, 1 quote a few other figures. 
The total co^t of all schools in the 
state in 1916 was $2,285,000, in 1918 
it was $3,248,000, and in 1920 it was 
$3,960/500, or a gain in two years 
of about 21 percent as compared 
with the gain of about 42 percent 
for the preceding two years. The 
total cost of all teachers in the 
state was $1,269,000 in 1916. and 
$2,071,000 in 1920. Janitors' salari- 
es increased from $100,000 to $175,- 
000, text books from $55,000 to 
$81,000, fuel, light and incidentals 
from $128,000 to $248,000. 

The cost of all schools in the 
state in 1920 averaged approximate- 
ly $7 on a thousand on all taxable 
property in the state. But there 
were almost shocking differences, 
however, in the different towns and 
cities. Some raised only $3.50, 
while others raised as high as $12 
on a thousand. These conditions 
which are being revealed under the 
careful study of the board open up 
new problems. I think our present 
system is best calculated to solve 
them. The fact that the total 
school expense in the entire state 
increased only 21 per cent under 
the new board in the past two 
years as against at least 50 percent 
increase in the cost of living, and 
as against 42 percent increase in 
schools themselves during the two 
years preceding the advent of the 

school board not only vindicates 
but extols the system. 

There are outstanding instances 
of criticisable things in school mat- 
ters but they are the discoveries of 
the law and not the off-spring of it- 
For instance, the city of Concord 
received school aid under the law in 
a class with needy towns. Xo 
city or town of over 3,000 people 
should be eligible to state aid or 
to be reimbursed for high school 

Xo one who opposes the policy 
of putting money into the neediest 
towns in order that small children 
there may have a decent educational 
start in life can ever be heard to ad- 
vocate appropriating even one cent 
toward giving the older boys and 
girls a college education at Durham 
or elsewhere. If we cannot afford 
to care for our small and helpless 
little ones, we certainly cannot af- 
ford to aid the strong "grown-ups" 
who can hunt for themselves for a 
college education, as many of us 
were obliged to do. The quality of 
our citizenship is developed in the 
district and elementary schools. 
The elementary schools are for all. 
the colleges for only a few. The 
young should have the first lien on 
our money- 

The elementary schools of the 
country are being ruined by the far 
too numerous and extended re- 
quirements fixed by the college 
authorities. The high schools have 
a curriculum forced upon them by 
the college requirements that pre- 
cludes the possibility of thorough- 
ness. This high school situation 
compels the grammar schools to 
cover too much, to make the work 
superficial, to put languages in at 
the expense of the rudiments, and 
to spoil the training of the many 
who can remain in school only a 
few years. The pace is too swift 
and the road too long for thorough- 
ness. It is set by the college ideal- 
ists for the benefit of the brilliant 



10 percent, while the remaining 90 
percent who are to become the 
backbone of our civilization fall by 
the wayside of learning, and go in- 
to life ignorant of those absolutely 
indispensable element:, of education, 
and lamentably handicapped in the 
struggle for a livelihood. 

The voice of the American people 
must cry out against such leader- 
ship by the college pace-setters. 
The average and ordinary boy and 
girl must have a chance to learn a 
few necessary things with abiding 
thoroughness. They cannot do 
this, and they do not do this, under 
the existing educational standards 
of this country today. The poor 
boys and girls who constitute the 
mass do not have a fair show in such 
a swift pace. They can go to 
school only a little while. It is bad 
for our civilization. We are as 
speed-mad in our educational system 
as v/e are in automobiling- I speak 
of it here only to aid in arousing 
public sentiment to fight what is 
next to crime against the young of 
our land. 

This may well lead me to report 
on the State College. Its future 
policies must be left to other ad- 
visors. We have recognized its 
value, its important place and have 
appropriated more generously than 
usual for it. We have been, or have 
tried to be, as just friends to the 
institution as a survey of the in- 
terests of all departments in the 
state permitted us to be. It must 
. continue to serve the cause of high- 
er education in fields intended for 
it. But it is perfectly clear that 
we have in this college a vital ques- 
tion which must be dealt with care- 
fully and firmly. 

The state is not in sufficiently 
close business relation to this in- 
stitution. W T e are educating young 
men there, and also young women, 
at an average loss, or cost, to the 
state of from $300 to $500 per 
scholar per year, and all of the in- 

crease falls upon the state treasury, 
since its permanent income is fixed. 
General expense conditions here 
will improve as prices go down. 
But the growth of the college in 
numbers has been phenomenal, 
possibly alarming, considering the 
cost of each one to the state. There 
is scarcely any limit as to how large 
it may grow or as to how much it 
will cost. 

I believe the state by a very defi- 
nite law, after figuring out what it 
can annually afford to do for this in- 
stitution, should most carefully pre- 
scribe by law the limits within which 
the college must keep in every line 
of its activity involving the public 
moneys. The state should, by some- 
system of supervision make cer- 
tain that those limits be not passed. 
1 will go no furthei into the details 
of this question since my purpose is 
merely to emphasize that no de- 
partment of the state should be per- 
mitted to establish, by its own ac- 
tion alone, any policies, practices, 
or salaries, which create debts for 
the legislature to meet. 

This institution, as I understand 
it, has the power to borrow money, 
receive a limitless number of stu- 
dents, enlarge the college curricu- 
lum, erect new buildings, fix salaries, 
in other ways add to the permanent 
charge upon the state, and all with- 
out legislative authority. The state 
should be consulted first, before 
any step is taken which adds to 
the expense of the state- I express 
this view with positiveness, and 
with the reassurance that I am a 
friend of the college, and have the 
highest respect and admiration for 
the capable, honest, efficient and 
most excellent President of the 
college who is, in my opinion, one 
of the hardest worked men in the 
employ of the state, and also with 
full confidence in the excellent 
hoard of trustees. 

I would expect that the president 
himself would prefer to have such 


a definite and fixed plan prescrib- 
ed, and to know precisely the very 
definitely policy of the state, and 
his financial limits, rathei than be 
left in the maze of uncertainties and 
worrfe? which surround his prob- 
lem at tli : present time. There 
is, presumably, some limit on the 
amount of money which the state 
can afford to raise by taxation for 
this institution, consequently some 
limit upon the size to which it may 
be allowed to enlarge at the expense 
of the state. If this be so, let those 
limits be fixed. If it be not so, let 
us be prepared (without censure) 
to raise any sums asked for to meet 
the debts created, or work to be 
performed. I am testify to the ex- 
cellence of this college and I appeal 
very earnestly to all charitably in- 
clined persons, and to benevolent 
will-makers to create memorial en- 
dowments to assist struggling stu- 
dents at this institution. 

The Department of Agriculture is 
of very substantial value to the 
state. It is effectively and pro- 
gressively managed, and I believe 
its funds are very economically ad- 
ministered. But it is for you to 
decide how much money shall be 
devoted to its various activities. 

In co-operation with the federal 
bureau of Animal Industry there 
developed an unlooked-for and ser- 
ious situation with reference to 
bovine tuberculosis. Our appro- 
priated funds- were entirely insuf- 
ficient to compensate for the neces- 
sary destruction of animals, and the 
governor and council, under emer- 
gency powers, transferred consid- 
erable sums to meet the crisis. 

There exists sufficient evidence 
of at least a small percentage of 
trausmissibility of this terrible 
disease to humans, and particularly 
to babies, enough to forbid ignoring 
it, although, there are experts who 
are skeptical about the theory of 
transmissibility. All concede the 
commercial value of a good reputa- 

tion for Xew Hampshire animal 
products in the general market, as 
to being free from this disease. We 
have no reason, however, to be 
panicky about it. Conditions here 
are much better than in most states. 

Tiie Bureau of Markets is prov- 
ing of substantial help to the farm- 
ers and to the local purchasers as 
well. It is increasing in efficiency 
and practicability. The certainty 
of a market for the small producers 
is a great stimulus to additional en- 

A state like ours can afford as a 
business proposition to spend small 
autumn of 1919 was pronounced 
Our exhibition at Springfield in the 
autumn of 1919 was prononunced 
the best of the ten states there rep- 
resented. Practically every kind of 
a New Hampshire enterprise was 
there displayed and exhibited to 
hundreds of thousands of people. 
We deemed the money well spent. 

The Department of Agriculture 
attends to insect suppression, the 
regulation of the sale of commer- 
cial feeding stuffs, commercial fer- 
tilizer, fungicides and insecticides, 
testing agricultural seed, inspection 
of nurseries and nursery stock, 
registry of stallions, licensing of 
dealers in dairy products, inspection 
of fruit under the apple-grading law, 
and it holds profitable farmers' in- 
stitutes. Its work should go on. 

Vital beyond our usual concep- 
tion is the highway problem. In 
general it may be said that the 
roads of the state viewed as an en- 
tire system, averaging up the good 
and the bad, have been a little bet- 
ter than in previous years, meaning 
by this that we are actually making 
some steady progress. The depart- 
ment has never been one half so 
well equipped as at present, having 
adopted a policy of owning instead 
of hiring. It now owns equipment 
property of a total value of nearly 
$500,000. It has purchased the three 
story brick structure known as the 



Eagle stables in Concord to house 
its machinery and tools and repair 
them. Tt has secured gratis about 
seventy-five high grade auto trucks 
from the federal government. It 
now shovels by steam instead of by 
hand where possible. It has begun 
to buy gravel banks in all parts in- 
stead of buying gravel by the load 
as formerly to a large extent. It 
has established repair gangs in dif- 
ferent sections of the state, supplied 
them with facilities for doing good 
repair jobs more quickly, and has 
adopted the idea of repairing more 
and faster and building less, of keep- 
ing up what we have rather than al- 
lowing them to become to,o far 
worn out while we are trying to 
build too much new. When prices 
reached sky heights about six 
months ago we practically aban- 
doned new construction, and, there- 
fore, we now have about $300,000 
ready to do projects when deemed 
wise to begin- One informed must 
admit that this department is in 
splendid condition. From my ex- 
perience comes the conclusion that, 
with our present equipment and 
business methods, we can keep on 
improving our highway system each 
year by raising about the same 
amount of money as we did two 
years ago, bearing in mind that the 
auto money is increasing and that 
it should be made to increase more 
rapidly by larger fees on heavy 

The federal money comes to us 
with so many strings attached that 
we do not get nearly the practical 
advantage from it that wc ought to 

We should be permitted to spend 
the federal aid money in a way suit- 
ed to the needs of our own state. 
W r e ought to be trusted to that ex- 

The tremendous destruction of 
our state roads when soft in the 
spring is the greatest waste that ex- 
ists in the state. It is enormous 

when reduced to dollars and cents. 
For the first time we have attempt- 
ed to invoke common law and pro- 
hibit the use of the roads by heavy 
trucks entirely during the soft 
season, and this, with some good 
results, but a statute law may be 
devised by you which will be more 

Probably no state in the union 
has its roads worn out more than 
ours are by those autos which pay 
no license fee whatever. As a 
tourist state bidding for transient 
visitors this condition cannot be 
avoided unless we reduce the length 
of time in which they may remain 
free, or charge a fee to all. A 
financial compensation in part comes 
in the money left within the state 
by the summer tourists. 

Patrolmen with horse power are 
unprofitable. They get over the 
road so slowly and "do so little that 
the cost is not compensated for in 
results. Scientifically equipped and 
manned patching gangs with a few 
auto patrolmen, and better district 
supervision, would give better re- 
sults for the same amount of money. 

If the state lays out a road and 
then waits three years before it im- 
proves it a condition arises which is 
scandalous. The town waits for 
the state and the state waits for 
the money, while the public en- 
danger their lives. This must be 
remedied- We have done a little 
to remedy such situations, but 
legislation is needed to cure it. It 
is far better to have passable roads 
everywhere than to have stretches 
of princely roads abruptly terminate 
in impassably bad ones, and besides, 
that creates a grave danger to life 
and limb. Ten notoriously bad 
places in the roads of a state will 
give us more unfavorable advertis- 
ing than can be overcome by hun- 
dreds of miles of magnificient boule- 
vards. Our aim should be to keep 
all the roads at least decent, and 
then to add to our fine roads. as fast 



as we may, while keeping up such 
a policy. 

The recognition which we gave 
our world war defenders was $100, 
a medal, and a state certificate. 
This was creditable as compared 
with the action of other states. The 
law provided also for a memorial to 
the dead of the entire state to be 
placed in or about the State House. 
A complete honor-roll believed to be 
accurate has been made through the 
commendable efforts of our state 
historian, Professor Husband, and 
plans for the memorial, though un- 
derway, have been impossible of 

You will permit me on behalf of 
all our people to express very feel- 
ing gratitude to our service men 
and women, not only for their won- 
derful service, but for their stabiliz- 
ing and loyal influence during the 
turbulent reconstruction days. And 
the splendid spirit with which they 
are uniting with the veterans of the 
Civil War and aiding them in their 
years of en feebleness is worthy of 
special commendation. Regardless 
of all other consideration and un- 
derstandings and without the least 
personal allusion or feeling, I deem 
it my duty to record the belief that 
for the highest good of the state 
its military establishment should 
be placed in the hands of those 
splendid heroes who risked their 
lives in the world war to preserve 
our civilization. 

My experience as governor does 
not permit me to criticise in the 
least the prosecuting and police 
authorities of, or within, the state. 
My belief is, however, that the 
automobile has opened up the 
possibility of criminality in the 
rural communities of the state to 
an extent wheh has not been met 
with adequate police protection. 
I hen, again, the dangers from riot- 
ing, such as we experienced at Ray- 
mond, suggests that the state 
should be able to furnish police as- 

sistance without calling on the mili- 
tary establishment. We have state 
police now, but their jurisdiction is 
limited to the work of particular 
departments. There is an oppor- 
tunity, without additional expense 
to the state, to so organize and co- 
ordinate our prosecuting and police 
agencies, and .the similar agencies 
of the counties, cities and towns, as 
to better meet the new conditions. 
The rural communities of the state, 
during the automobile season, re- 
quire active motor police service 
both day and night, not only against 
speeding, but against all kinds of 

Permit me to discuss things 
somewhat elementary in relation to 
our state finances, and this for the 
purpose of establishing a right view 

The amount of the state tax for 
1919 was $2,200,000. 

For 1920 it was $1,700,000. 

Prior to these years the state tax 
had been $800,000. 

The reason for the increase was: 
to take care of obligations of over 
$350,000 necessarily left over from 
the preceding administration sud- 
denly confronted with war condi- 
tions ; to meet the probability of the 
same war scale of prices being kept 
up, which probability was more 
than realized, since the war prices 
not only kept up but continued to 
increase; and then $600,000 to pay 
the war bonus in part. 

The legislature of 1919 voted no 
new buildings except a small farm 
house at Glencliff. It denied all 
requests for normal schools and 
armories, and dealt only in absolute 

It enacted the so-called new school 
law which added around $300,000 to 
the state appropriation, and it dealt 
rather more liberally with the 
State College than had been done 
formerly, buying war buildings and 
paying old debts. 

It released the war conditions on 




the balance of the military act funds 
of around $300,000 and put that at 
the disposal of the governor and 
council to parcel out to the depart- 
ment? as they became pinched by 
soaring price emergencies. 

We had on hand a: the end of the 
last fiscal year, viz: Sept. 1. 1920, 
the sum of'$124,478.01. 

There will be some deficit before 
the end of the. next fiscal year, which 
no one can now definitely forecast. 

Under the new executive budget 
law enacted, by the last legislature, 
the various departments have put 
in their requests for the next two 
years, and, if our non-state-tax in- 
come remains the some, and all 
these requests are allowed by you 
the state tax will have to be about 
$2,200,000, or the same as it was in 

There is a hopeful side to this 
situation. It is not for me to recom- 
mend what you shall do with these 
requests, but no legislature has 
ever allowed all every one asked. 

Again there is hope in the future 
of prices. The s^ate can certainly 
care for its more than 2C00 pent-up- 
wards more cheaply than during the 
past four years. 

The extension of the inheritance 
tax law by act of legislature of 1919 
will begin to show big results dur- 
ing the next two years producing an 
additional income of probably $200,- 
CCO per year. 

The new corporation law will 
continue to increase our income, in 
my opinion. 

It is scarcely possible that we 
will be confronted with such ex- 
traordinary emergencies as last 

The automobile income will in- 

The insurance income will in- 
crease under its thorough and com- 
petent administration. 

Firmly believing that we are 
headed in prices back toward 
normal, I believe you can, if you 

desire to economize reasonably, 
bring the state tax back to some- 
what below $2,000,000 without cur- 
tailing the efficiency of the school 
law or unduly limiting the State 
College, or any other established 
function of the commonwealth- 1 
say this without prejudice to any 
policy which the next adminstration 
may have, and only to give you 
the view-point of my experience. 

Now, I beg you to permit me to 
correct the erroneous impression 
that the state tax is what causes 
the local taxes to be so high. It is 
not. The state tax is the merest 
fraction of the local tax. 

The total taxable property in the 
state on our present basis is $556.- 
647,000. If we wish to raise $1,- 
700,000, as we did last year, we first 
credit the railroads, insurance com- 
panies, and savings banks tax of 
$1,040,000, leaving $660,000 to be 
raised by some other tax. This 
would require about $1.20 on a 
thousand. In other words, the tax 
rate in your town was increased 
about $1.20 on account of the state 
tax last year. If vour rate was 
$31.20 it 'would have been $30.00 
without the state tax. Every mil- 
lion dollars we raise for the state 
on the total valuation requires $1.80 
if there are no credits. You will 
see by this that any taxation plan 
which only helps the state raise 
money will not give much relief to 
the local taxes in the towns and 
cities. Several towns and one city 
paid no state tax last year, but, on 
the contrary, received a check from 
the state- 

I believe high taxes are funda- 
mentally bad for any form or kind 
of government and exceedingly 
harmful to business. I favor some 
tax on "intangibles," but not a 
duplication of the government's in- 
come tax. Too easy money leads 
to profligacy. 

The question of salaries and 
wao-es of such officials as are not 



fixed by law, but are left to the de- 
cision of the governor and council, 
has been extremely perplexing - . 
Going through crises of rising wages 
and scarcity of labor, both male and 
female, we have dealt with in- 
dividual cases in such ways as seem- 
ed for the time necessary to keep 
the work of the state going as unim- 
paired as possible. The time may 
have come now when the whole 
subject can be dealt with on some 
better and fairer basis, both to the 
state and to the employees involved. 

This administration has not dis- 
covered a satisfactory solution of 
the transportation problem. We 
found a system of paying ten cents 
per mile for the use of privately 
owned autos by the state employees 
obliged to travel, but this was not 
universal as some of the depart- 
ments owned cars. Urgent requests 
have been repeatedly made to us 
to increase this mileage allowance, 
but we have not done so, except in 
instances where it seemed that 
large car?, were demanded by the 
service. How and when atitos shall 
be used instead of railroad service 
has been and probably must be left 
tc the administration of each de- 
partment. But the whole situation 
impresses me as rather loose. I 
will merely ask the question, 
"Should not the state own all its 
necessary automobiles, have a cen- 
tral garage, and require any state 
employee who has need of a cai 
to go to this garage and procure 
one and have it charged up to It's 
department, returning it and ac- 
counting for it as he would be re- 
quired to do in a strict business 
system?" We had this somewhat 
in mind when we decided to buy 
the old Eagle stables. 

The fish and game department, 
under executive direction and ap- 
proval, has established at New 
Hampton one of the very best 
hatcheries in the entire country, in 

the opinion of government experts, 
and this from the income of the 
department. It should go a long 
way toward solving the fishing ques- 
tion in our state- With it we have 
a state park of 160 acres. 

The Daniel Webster farm is an- 
other state park which, when made 
approachable, will add to our sum- 
mer attractions. 

The forestry department is doing 
good work. These departments 
which have to do with the material 
beauty and richness of our state 
must be looked upon as a part of a 
business proposition, not as luxur- 

The management of the state in- 
stitutions by the several unpaid 
boards of trustees has been highly 
successful, so much so that I know 
of no one now who would change. 
The presence' of councilors on these 
boards has been fully warranted. 
It has kept the executive in close 
touch. I wish to express my full- 
est appreciation to the various men 
and women who have given such 
valuable, loyal and patriotic service 
to the state. 

The office of the purchasing agent 
under the new law has done its work 
well and efficiently. 

Conditions at the Industrial 
School have been made more 
humane. Flogging has been abol- 
ished. But there is a great unsolv- 
ed and fundamental problem there, 
in my opinion. More than half of 
these children should never have 
been put into a criminal institution 
with a life-long stigma put upon 
them. They most need homes and 
• kindness, things most of them have 
never had. 

The State Hospital and the 
School at Laconia are both in excel- 
lent condition. The Sanatorium at 
Glencliff is doing splendid work, 
while the State prison is a model 

The work of the Board 'of Chari- 



ties and Correction has been uni- 
formly sympathetic^ efficient and 

The treasurer and auditors have 
been pai ticularly careful and pains- 
taking in their vigilance over the 
finances of the state. The legisla- 
ture of 1919 was the last to have the 
valuable services of the late James 
E. French to guard the appropria- 
tions, and his final work was well 
done. This administration has gone 
beyond no limits set by law under 
his leadership. 

The services of the secretary of 
state have been very exacting on ac- 
count of the new corporation law, 
new duties, and the troubling de- 
tails of elections, in additions to all 
former duties, and I think they de- 
serve special mention. 

My experience leads me to the 
conclusion that appropriations for 
any department, or for any cause 
should be made definite, and not 
made in addition to the varying in- 
come of that department. All in- 
comes should go into the treasury 
as income. 

Those of us whose sworn duty 
it is to administer or appropriate 
for all departments and causes, have 
a far different task than the head of 
any single department. Each of 
them naturally makes ambitious re- 
quests with a view only to his spec- 
ial activity and interest, while those 
who must view the whole, who 
must decide the relative importance 
of things, and who must "add," and 
see what the total should be. have 
an obligation to the state which de- 
mands far-seeing wisdom, unvary- 
ing fairness and courage.. No exe- 
cutor or legislator can rightfully be 
the special friend or advocate of 

any one department. His duty is, 
at all times, to have the whole 
machinery of the state in mind, and 
keep all in the right relation and 

All of the departments have serv- 
ed the state well, and there has been 
a general desire for co-operation. I 
wish to thank each one of my fellow 
servants in the employ of the state 
for his or her loyalt}- to the state, 
and an always ready and willing 
assistance. Particularly would I 
publicly appreciate the splendid ser- 
vices of my councilors, Messrs. 
Clow, Whittemore, Welpley, Good- 
now and Brown. 

The attempt which I have made 
to serve and benefit my native state 
has been in reverent good faith. 
How much I have succeeded is not 
for my utterance. I have thorough- 
ly enjoyed the service, and shall for- 
ever prize its associations and 
friendships, and I pass along to my 
most respected and highly esteem- 
ed successor my sincerest wishes for 
God's blessing upon his labors- 
There is an immediate and im- 
perative call for us all in even- 
small or large way to assist in tiding 
the poor and unemployed over this 
winter of hardship and privation to 
very many. This is not a state 
matter, it is merely the call to prac- 
tical charity and fraternal pa- 
triotism, which I may be pardoned 
for uttering. If we stand helpful- 
ly and hopefully together during 
this winter I feel sure that better 
days of employment and business 
will open up to us in the spring- 
time and summer, and continue im- 
proving into an epoch of real 


Contributed by William Boxhton Rotch. 

Mr. Upham writes a most inter- 
esting story of the "Province Road" 
in the November number of the 
Granite Monthly. It tells of the 
building of New Hampshire's first 
''state road." It also illustrates in- 
cidentally how most of the early 
"trunk lines" were laid out. 

They were bridle paths and trails 
followed first by the Indans and 
adopted to a less or greater extent 
as the main arteries of travel, and 
doubtless influenced very largely 
the location of villages, sonic of 
which grew into ci tics, in New 

Mr. Upham writes of the influ- 
ence of Sir Jeffrey Amherst, com- 
mander of His Majesty's forces in 
North America, in the construction 
of new roads, particularly the Pro- 
vince Road, between Charles Town 
and Pennycook and Boscawen. 

Amherst was a skillful soldier. 
He carefully prepared every move 
he made and Mr. Upham well says: 
"His ceaseless preparation was a 
decisive factor in the triumph of 
the British which swept the French 
off the continent except near the 
mouth of the Mssissippi." 

It was in 1760 that the town of 
Amherst was incorporated and it 
was one of the first of the nine 
townships in the Union to adopt 
the name of Amherst in recognition 
of the deeds of Sir Jeffrey. 

New Hampshire raised a regi- 
ment of eight hundred men in that 
year ( 1760; to serve in an expedi- 
tion for the invasion of Canada. It 
was under the command of Col. 
John Goffe and marched from 
Litchfield, through Monson, Peter- 
borough and Keene to Charles- 
town, on the Connecticut river. 
Thence they cut a road twenty-six 
miles through the wilderness, to the 
Green Mountains, after which they 

followed the road cut the previous 
year by Stark and the rangers to 
Crown Point, where they joined 
the invading army of General Am- 
herst. They were forty-four days 
in cutting the road to the Green 
Mountains. A large drove of cattle 
for the army at Crown Point, fol- 
lowed them. 

General x-\mherst's success as a 
soldier brought him into great 
prominence and the British gov- 
ernment showered upon him many 
honors. His life's history is inter- 
esting reading. A brief sketch 
written by Warren Upham, a native 
of the town of Amherst, New 
Hampshire, and published in a 
little book called "Colonial Am- 
herst," recently printed says: 

"Towns in Massachusetts, New 
Hampshire, and Nova Scotia, were 
named in honor of General Jeffrey 
Amherst, the commander and hero 
of the second siege and capture of 
Louisburg. That great fortress 
and stronghold of the French, built 
at immense cost for defense of their 
settlements in Canada, was on Cape 
Breton Island, at the entrance to 
the Gulf and River St. Lawrence. 
It was first besieged and captured 
in 1745 by an expedition from New 
England, a most remarkable mili- 
tary exploit ; but it had been sur- 
rendered again to the French three 
years afterward in the terms of a 
treaty of peace. A few years later 
began the Seven Years War, during 
which Amherst captured Louis- 
burg in 1758, Wolfe took Quebec, 
defeating Montcalm, in 1759, and 
Amherst took Montreal in 1760- 
Thus Canada, first explored and 
settled by the French, fell to the 
ownership of Great Britain, as 
ceded in the peace treaty of 
1763. France also ceded to Spain 
in the same treaty her other great 



North American possession, the 
vast territory then called Louisiana, 
west of the Mississippi river, which 
forty years later Xapoleon sold to 
the 'United States. After sending 
the earliest explorers and settlers of 
large regions of this continent, 
France by the war ending in 1763 
lost all her North American colonies. 

Duke's influence, young Jeffrey at 
the age of eighteen years was ap- 
pointed an ensign in the First Regi- 
ment of Foot Guards, receiving a 
commission similar to that of a sec- 
ond lieutenant today. Having 
served in the army twenty-three 
years, partly in England and part- 
ly in Germany, rising meantime to 


Sir Jeffrey Amherst. 

Jeffrey Amherst was born at 
Ri'verhead, a village of the parish of 
Sevenoaks in the County of Kent, 
England, on January 29, 1717. He 
was the second son in a large fami- 
ly, of whom three other brothers 
and one sister grew up. His 
father and grandfathers were law- 
yers, and the Duke of Dorset was 
a near neighbor. Through the 

the rank of colonel, Amherst was 
commissioned in the spring of 1758 
by the British premier, William 
Pitt, as major general to lead in 
the English campaigns against the 
French in America. With what 
success these campaigns were 
crowned, we have already seen, 
being indeed complete victory and 
conquest of the great French pr .<- 


vinces of Canada. Of the martial 
qualities of Jeffrey Amherst which 
led to that result. Packman wrote : 
"Me was energetic and resolute, 
somewhat cautious and slow, but 
with a bulldog tenacity of grip." 
Another writer has added: '"Am- 
herst had the best fighting quali- 
ties of his race and nation, and was 
withal sagacious, far-sighted, and 
eminently humane in his policy of 
dealing with men." 

From the writer last quoted, in 
the History of Amherst, Mass., we 
may further note the sudden rise of 
the victorious general to the high- 
est) plaudits and gratitude of his 
countrymen. "Louisburg was duly 
surrendered July 26, 1758, with ail 
its stores and munitions of war, to- 
gether with the whole island of 
Cape Breton and also the Isle of 
St. Jean or Prince Edward Island. 
All the outlying coast-possessions 
of France in this region were thus 
cut off at one blow- It was a sig- 
nal victory. Throughout the Eng- 
lish colonies men thanked God and 
took courage. England went wild 
with joy. *The flags captured at 
Louisburg were carried in triumph 
through the streets of London, and 
were placed as trophies in the cathe- 
dral of St. Paul. In recognition of 
his distinguished services General 
Amherst was made Commander-in- 
Chief of the King's forces in Ameri- 
ca, and his name was honored 
throughout the English-speaking 

Describing the public acclaim two 
years later, wdien Montreal had fall- 
en and with it all Canada, the same 
author says: "The present genera- 
tion is in danger of forgetting who 
Amherst was, and what he did to 
make our forefathers rejoice in his 
name for our town. They knew 
the reason for their rejoicing. The 
pulpits of New England resounded 
with Amherst's praises. The pas- 
tor of the Oid South Church in Bos- 
ton said to his congregation : "We 

behold His Majesty's victorious 
troops treading upon the high places 
of the enemy, their last fortress de- 
livered up, and their whole coun- 
try surrendered to the King of 
Great Britain in the person of his 
General, the intrepid, the serene, 
the successful Amherst. In like 
manner all the churches of Massa- 
chusetts observed a day of Thanks- 
giving. Parliament gave the vic- 
torious Commander-in-Chief a vote 
of thanks." 

In 1761 Amherst received from 
the King the honor of knighthood. 
In November, 1763, after the end of 
the wars, he gladly returned to 
England, to reside near the ances- 
tral home in Kent. Succeeeding to 
its ownership on account of the 
death of his elder brother, Sir Jef- 
frey replaced the former home by a 
more stately mansion, which he 
named "Montreal-" On a sightly 
point of the estate an obelisk monu- 
ment was erected and still stands, 
which, to quote from its inscrip- 
tion, commemorates "the providen- 
tial and happy meeting of three 
brothers, on this their ancestral 
ground, on the 25th of January. 
1764, after six years' glorious war, 
in which the three were successful- 
ly engaged in various climes, sea- 
sons, and services." These broth- 
ers were Jeffrey, John and William 
Amherst. The monument, a shaft 
about thirty-five feet high, is dedi- 
cated to William Pitt, and bears 
upon two of its faces lists of the 
battles leading to the conquest of 
Canada in which Sir Jeffrey figur- 

During the winter of 1758-59, 
which Amherst spent in New York, 
he had been quite homesick. A let- 
ter that he wrote back to England 
tells of a friend's expected return 
there, on which he commented : 
" 'Tis the place that everybody here 
things of going to. I do not, as 
long as the war lasts ; when that is 
over — which I promise you I will 



do all I can to finish in a right 
way — 1 will then rather hold a 
plough at Riverhead, than take here 
all that can be given to me.'' 

A portrait of Jeffrey Amherst, 
painted in 1765 by Sir Joshua Rey- 
nolds, hangs in the home of the 
present Lord Amherst. It repre- 
sents the general as watching the 
passage of his troops in boats down 
the rapids of the St. Lawrence 
river, on their way to Montreal in 
1760. The photographic copy of 
this portrait forms the frontispiece 
of "The History of the Town of 
Amherst, Mass./ 3 (1896), and also 
of the recently published book by 
Lawrence Shaw Mayo, entitled "Jef- 
frey Amherst, a Biography' - (1916), 
which is in our public library. 

From 1778 to 1782, during the 
greater part of our Revolutionary 
War, Amherst was the commander- 
in-chief of all the British forces in 
England, and throughout that war 
he was the most trusted military 
adviser of the English government; 
but he had firmly declined the re- 
quest of the king, George HI. in 
January, 1775, to take personal com- 
mand in America. In 1776 he was 
granted a peerage, with the title 
Baron Amherst, being thence for- 
ward a member of the House of 

He died at his home, "Montreal." 
August 3. 1797, at the ripe age of 
eighty years, and was buried in the 
family vault in Sevenoaks church. 
Mayo, in his biography, writes: "In 
England his name is associated with 
those of William Pitt and George 
111 and although no sculptured 
marble preserves his likeness and 
memory in abbey or public square, 
Canada, the flower of the British 
empire, sweeping from the fertile 
valley of the St. Lawrence to the 
towering summits of the Rockies, 
will ever remain a splendid and in- 
spiring monument to the energy 
and ability of Jeffrey Amherst. 

It can be truly said, to the honor 
of General Amherst, that he always 
treated the vanquished with a kind 
and generous spirit, and very not- 
ably so after his victories at Louis- 
burg and Montreal. From such 
humane conduct. Great Britain has 
received remarkable loyalty of both 
the French and the English in 

As he had no children, his title 
and estate were left to his nephew, 
William Pitt Amherst, then twenty- 
four years old, who later became 
governor general of India and was 
made an earl in 1826 for his good 
services in that part of the empire. 


By Ruth Metzger 

Hold your breath and come not nigh, 
I am gone. This is not I. 
I have sent my body walking 
There alone in moonlight stalking, 
While I watch here anxiously, 
Marvelling at its radiancy. 

See me walk. 

See me stalk. 

Glory spills on roof and tree, 

Lake and grass and earth and me, 

Filtered thru eternity, 

Silent, gentle radiancy. 

I I 


B\ Nicholas A. Briggs. 

Continued from De, 

Supper for the first sitting was at 

4 o'clock; that for the children at 
4:30. Milking followed. Later, 
the boys were seated in a semi- 
circle, and, beginning with the old- 
est, each boy would start a song of 
his own selection in which all 
would join in singing. This end- 
ed t lie observance of the Sabbath 
and it did not vary throughout the 

Monday morning the bell rang at 
four o'clock, a half hour earlier 
than on other days because it was 
washing day. We hied ourselves 
to the shop and changed at once to 
our workmg suit. The time was 
now our own until the first bell 
rang. We could work upon our 
Island gardens, pick berries or 
stroll about on the farm. I was 
fond of picking berries and with 
one of the boys who was equally 
so would, permission having been 
obtained the night before, rise be- 
fore it was light and wander to 
some favorite spot where we knew 
the berries were, fill our little basket 
perhaps, and give to our caretaker 
or older friends, or to the nurses 
for the sick. Lest I might convey 
the idea of unusual generosity on 
our part I will confess that we 
might expect and did usually receive 
a little candy in return. 

It was haying time, and very 
soon after breakfast we all repaired 
to the tool room where every boy 
was given a pitchfork, and with it 
held to the shoulder like a soldier 
with his gun, we marched in double 
file until outside the door yard, and 
then go as you please to the field 
where the mowers, some thirty of 
them, were at work, and, following, 
the boys spread the grass, the larg- 
er boys spreading after two men, 

the smaller boys after one. We did 
not work hard. Had plenty of time 
for fun, chasing a mole now and 
then, or despoiling a bumble bee's 
nest frequently in the grass, and 
sometimes getting a little honey in 
the comb. 

There were no mowing machines 
in those days, but numerous hands 
made the work comparatively light. 
I have seen a twelve acre field mow- 
ed after supper year after year. 
Our "Great Meadow" contained 
sixty acres. It was the rule to mow 
it in one day and put it into the 
barn next day. It required some 
hay for 200 head of horned stock, a 
dozen horses, and 150 or 200 sheep. 
In the afternoon we boys raked and 
cocked all the hay, while the breth- 
ren carted and stowed in the barn 
that which had been cut the day 

One man was continuously em- 
ployed with horse and wagon in 
carrying drink to the laborers. 
Three times each half day did he 
come with lemon, peppermint, 
checkerberry, raspberry and currant 
shrub, and often delicious sweet 
buttermilk, all we wanted of it, and 
that meant a whole lot. On the 
middle visit, forenoon and after- 
noon, he brought a lunch of cake 
and cheese or hard tack and smoked 
herring. Were we far from home 
dinner was brought to us with a 
sister or two to wait upon us, and 
we could always depend upon an 
extra good dinner that day. 

After haying came the harvesting 
of oats, barley, beans, corn, pota- 
toes and apples, in all of which the 
boys had their full share. There 
were stones to pick from the fields 
newly sown to grass, bushes to cut 
in the pastures that encroached up- 
on the feed, and finally chopping 
in the woods, doing their little in 



supplying the four hundred cords of 
wood which constituted the yearly 
supply of fuel. This was a gala time 
for us. We carried our dinner to 
the woods, baked potatoes and 
roasted apples and green corn in 
the hot ashes and a good chunk of 
fresh meat held in the fire at the 
end of a stick, and gathered beech- 
nuts and chestnuts for our dessert. 

Once each week during warm 
weather we had a half holiday. Ac- 
companied by our caretaker we 
would take a long tramp through 
the woods and over the pastures 
four or five miles from home, or we 
would play ball at the East Farm, 
one mile away, not baseball nor 
football, but a very simple game 
with plenty of vigorous exercise but 
little excitement. One half day we 
had school to review the studies of 
t'ne previous term. At other rainy 
days we went fishing, all who liked 
it. With our thick woolen over- 
coats we were quite well protected 
from the rain, but if sometimes we 
did get pretty wet we did not mind 

Every year after the harvests were 
over and the horses could be spared, 
all the young folks were given a ride 
of one full da}', and sometimes a 
long one; the little boys, the little 
girls, the youth boys and youth 
girls, each class in its turn. Usual- 
ly they would drive through some 
large town, as to the country chil- 
dren this afforded them a glimp: e of 
greater newness. Some nice spot 
in the country was selected for their 
dinner, perhaps near the railroad 
where they they might see the train 
pass by, or by a pond or river 
where the boys could have a swim. 

The first Fall of my being there 
an unusual excursion was planned. 
The youth and boys of the two socie- 
ties of Canterbury and Enfield were 
to meet at Andover, midway be- 
tween the two societies, and enjoy 
a visit together. We were inform- 
ed of this proposition quite a little 

time in advance, and the anticipa- 
tion nearly equalled the real event. 
The day at last arrived. The 
weather did not seem propitious at 
first, but it proved to be a fine day. 
Taking an early breakfast we start- 
ed in the darkness, as we had forty- 
eight miles to drive with pretty 
heavy loads for our horses. Ar- 
riving at our trysting place no En- 
field boys were in sight, and we 
druve on to meet them, but they 
did not come. It had seemed to 
them so very much like rain that 
they thought surely we would not 
venture out. We had no telephones 
those days, and our nearest tele- 
graph office was eleven miles dis- 

To say we were disappointed all 
around feebly expresses our feel- 
ings, but to our joy another attempt 
'vn c planned and successfully car- 
ried out one week later, thus giv- 
ing us two long rides. We all met 
on the plains of Andover. The din- 
ners of both parties were united and 
the feast enjoyed together. In ac- 
cordance with the Shaker idea of 
the most rehned enjoyment we held 
a regular religious service singing 
and marching as if in our own meet- 
ing rooms. Then followed the 
freest mingling and chatting until 
it was time to start for home. The 
acquaintance thus so pleasantly be- 
gun was continued by interchange 
of letters, in some cases for many 
;, ears. 

The Family owned a fine chest- 
nut grove a half mile away, and 
when the frost opened the burs we 
boys were right on hand. Every 
morning found some of us there. 
We gave half of all we got to our 
caretaker who dried them and gave 
to us thru the winter, or he might 
sell part of them and treat us to 
candy. Our own half we would 
ourselves dry, what we did not eat 
at once, or give to the older people. 

About this time we suffered a 
change of caretakers, a great event 



with us. Andrew was a very kind 
man and the boys all liked him, but 
he was lax in discipline and this 
may have influenced the change. 
Joseph, his successor, was quite the 
reverse. He was very kind to all 
boys who inclined to be good, but 
rather severe to the unruly. He 
spared not the rod and spared it 
less than would have been allowed if 
the Elders had known more about 
it, but it was a time when corporal 
punishment in the school and in the 
home was considered a necessary 
part of juvenile education. Joseph 
was too much a disciplinarian to be 
loved by all the boys. Some 
thought he savored of favoritism. 
To some extent this was undoubt- 
edly true. As I was thought to be 
one especially favored, I can ren- 
der an unprejudiced opinion. 

Unfortunately the charge of 
favoritism would justly reach high- 
er places than the caretakers. The 
Elders, more especially the sister- 
hood, were tinctured more or less 
with this very natural human frail- 
ty and some of them very much so. 
One very able woman who officiated 
as Eldress for many years was af- 
flicted with this malady naturally 
developed by a lengthened term of 
office and power. Some of her 
charge who when girls were es- 
pecially favored and petted, became 
when older, special objects of severi- 
ty. She was a devoted mother to 
those whom she loved, and to them 
she was an object of adoration. 
But they could not always remain 
children, and as they matured into 
somewhat of independence of 
thought and upon occasion ventured 
to express it however respectfully, 
resentment immediately arose in 
the Eldress which she omitted no 
opportunity to disclose. 

One must understand the peculiar 
idea of Shakers with reference 
to the relation of Elder and member 
to realize the misfortune of such a 
situation. The government was a 

veritable theocracy. The Ministry 

were "The Holy Anointed.'' They 
were in a way aloof from the people. 
They lived in a house by them- 
selves alone. They ate in a room 
by themselves and their food was 
cooked by a sister in a kitchen pro- 
vided for the Ministry only. If a 
member had a grievance against an 
Elder and desired to appeal to the 
Ministry permission to see the Mini- 
stry must first be obtained from the 
Elder. One may imagine some- 
thing of the embarrassment entail- 
ing such a situation. It makes for 
discipline and governmental control, 
but it is not conducive to content- 
ment resulting from a purer fra- 
ternity. There can be no doubt 
whatever that some of those sisters 
have from this cause been made un- 
happy for many years. If there is 
a variance between the Elder and 
a member, there are numberless 
ways by which the Elders can an- 
noy and humilitate the victim of 
her spite. 

In common life, if a girl is at odds 
with one who employs her she can 
quit. She need not associate with 
one who is disagreeable, but one in 
a Shaker community is helpless un- 
der these conditions. She fears to 
leave her home first, because she be- 
lieves as she has been taught so as- 
siduously to believe, that it is the 
way of God and the only true way. 
She trembles at losing her privilege, 
the opportunity that comes but once 
to the soul. She tries to believe 
that all her trials are but means to 
her final purification and redemp- 
tion. It comes pretty hard some- 
times, just as she has controlled 
and disciplined herself into a spirit 
of resignation, to meet an unusual- 
ly cruel rebuff, some undeserved 
and unjust remark. It is then that 
if she had any refuge to which she 
could flee she would break away at 
once and forever. Many of them 
have from time to time done this, 
and after having absented them- 



selves sufficiently long to overcome 
the natural homesickness that en- 
sues, cannot be induced to return. 

The exclusiveness of the Shakers, 
especially in their earlier history, 
was as complete as they could make 
it. When they received children it 
was with a view to making members 
of them and so increase their num- 
bers. In their education and in- 
duction in various branches of in- 
dustry every motive was to make 
them most efficient and most ser- 
viceable to the society. No thought 
was given to fitting them for life 
in a sphere outside their own. 
Consequently one may have worked 
at several trades and have acquired 
sufficient skill to serve the purpose 
of the Shakers in their peculiar cir- 
cumstances and yet not be thorough 
enough in any occupation to justify 
him in accepting a position in any 
of them, and if a man leaves the 
society later in life, he finds him- 
self handicapped seriously. Nor is 
this the worst feature of it. In 
those earlier days to which I refer, 
those who withdrew from the so- 
ciety received very unchristianlike 
treatment, and there remains still a 
trace of the old way. Their form- 
er Shaker friends refused to speak 
to them when they met, and would 
not give them any testimonial of 
character or ability. No aid would 
be given to enable their once dear 
brother to start in business. On 
the contrary, an unmistakable sat- 
isfaction was evinced on learning 
of the failure of this once dear 
brother to succeed. If religion 
requires such narrowness the less 
we have of it the better. 

The Shaker School was nominal- 
ly under the auspices of the town 
authorities, but was attended by 
Shaker children only. The Super- 
intending Committee made their of- 
ficial visits twice in each school 
term, but in no way did they inter- 
fere in the management. The boy's 
school was three months in winter, 

the girls, three months in summer. 
Our school began the first week in 
November, taught by Benjamin C. 
Truman, our assistant caretaker, 
lie was a gifted young man, a good 
scholar, but too young for his job, 
and the discipline of the school was 
poor. He gave very little atten- 
tion to the younger pupils, and they 
learned very little. 

There was little waste of time- 
allowed the boys during the winter. 
The older boys were kept busy 
from time of rising in the morning 
until retiring at night, sizing broom 
corn, making brooms, shovelling 
snow from the many stone walks 
in the door yard and keeping the 
various woodboxes of the sisters 
supplied with wood from the wood 
sheds. The smaller boys knit 
stockings under care of the sisters 
at the Second House. The excep- 
tions to this round of work were one 
play time at night each week from 
the close of school until bed time, 
and Saturday afternoon until 3 
o'clock. Three evenings, including 
Saturday, were given to a religious 
service as before described. This 
changing from work to school and 
from school to work compelled five 
changes of clothes per day. Every 
night after school we found at the 
shop a large wooden tray of brown 
bread crust all warm from the oven 
and rich old cheese to go with it. 
We ate of it liberally, nor did it in 
any degree impair our appetites for 
the supper of delicious hash and 
pie. At noon a basket of apples 
greeted us, to which we did ample 

Thanksgiving comes only once in 
the year, and it comes only in one 
way to the Shakers. As a festival 
it did not appeal to them, and they 
gave it only a nominal attention in 
deference to the Government. A 
brief service was held at nine 
o'clock at which the Governor's pro- 
clamation was read. The remain- 
der of the dav was devoted to clean- 


ing up unci putting in order the out- 
buildings and places that were un- 
der the care 'of no particular person. 
All were supposed to overhaul their 
cupboards, drawers and oilier per- 
sonal belongings. Little or no dif- 
ference was made in the dinner. 
We might perhaps have chicken, 
but turkey never. The State Fast 
Day was observed in precisely the 
same manner. 

As the end of the year drew nigh, 
some Sunday before Christmas was 
bv the Ministry appointed as the 
Shaker Fast Day. the supremely 
important day of the whole year. 
As the Ministry were ever present 
on this occasion in both societies, 
the observance of the dav was on 
consecutive Sundays, one following 
the other, 'the people were noti- 
fied a week in advance, and this in- 
terval was supposed to be occupied 
in a review of the past year to the 
intent of correcting all errors and to 
be ready to begin the New Year 
with clean hands and pure heart. 
All grudges and hard feelings must 
be acknowledged and banished. If 
a variance exist between two mem- 
bers, they must seek reconciliation 
and forgiveness from each other. If 
unable to do this, then both must 
meet before the Elders as mediators. 
Such matters must not fail of ad- 
justment. If one has a grievance 
against an Elder, he can appeal to 
the Ministry and he must not be 

The service on the evening before 
this day was rather a solemn affair, 
given more or less to reference to 
the coming day and its duties. The 
people all arose next morning a 
half hour earlier than usual and as- 
sembled in the Meeting Room for 
a brief service and silent prayer. 
Beginning at once with the Trustees 
every one in the Family except the 
children, who were attended to by 
their caretakers, enjoyed a visit to 
tlit Elders, both of them sitting to- 
gether. The Elders had their visit 

to the Ministry a few days before. 
The mid-day meal was bread and 
water, but I remember that the 
bread was new and warm, and we 
had brown bread fresh and nice and 
warm, and the young folks ate as 
heartily as ever, and if any of us 
ate any less by virtue of the occasion 
we certainly made up for it in the 
usual Sunday supper beans. Next 
morning the people again assembled 
early for another short service of 
less solemn character, and the 
Shakers New Year was ushered in. 

Christmas was a joyous occasion, 
inasmuch as all were supposed to 
be in a good healthful spiritual con- 
dition. It was observed as the 
Sabbath until four oclock, the sup- 
per time. A full religious service 
was held at 9 a. m. At the close of 
the service came a united gift to 
the poor. A bundle of serviceable 
clothing had been previously pre- 
pared for every one and placed in. 
the waiting room, and now all left 
the meeting room, every one took a 
bundle, and returning deposited it 
in one of the large baskets that had 
meantime been brought in, the El- 
der making a few remarks concern- 
ing our duty to the poor, as lend- 
ing to the Lord. 

With the old Shakers it was a 
cardinal principle to give to the 
poor largely of their surplus earn- 
ings. They abjured wealth and 
lavish living. Economy and fru- 
gality were insistently and contin- 
uously urged upon the people. 

The Trustees always remember- 
ed us on Christmas in their own 
way. Every one received a diary 
for the New Year. Those for the 
little folks were of course very 
small, but sufficient to teach them 
the importance of keeping a record 
of their daily doings. Always, too, 
we had candy and oranges, and the 
older ones had nice raisins. 

In the afternoon of Christinas we 
always held "Union Meetings." 
The children were privileged to at- 



tend these and it was the only time 
during the year. These union 
meetings were parties of from two 
or more, sometimes eight or ten, of 
each sex, in many rooms in the 
Dwelling House, at the Second 
House, Infirmary and Office. The 
Ministry, Elders. Deacons and 
Trustees all held separate meetings. 
Ever}' brother and sister always 
kept a large Union Meeting hand- 
kerchief spread over their knees 
and laps at these meetings and every 
other occasion when brethren and 
sisters sat together. 

In olden times these sittings were 
rather less conventional, were en- 
joyed with pop corn and cider and 
possibly with smoking, but in my 
time they were become more res- 
tricted and no doubt less enjoyable. 
and finally they wer^ given up en- 
tirely. These meetings were al- 
ways of one hour, convening at the 
ringing of the little bell, and dis- 
missed by the same signal. On 
week days, free conversation was 
held upon any topic suitable for a 
mixed company anywhere, whether 
of our work, news of the world or of 
books, but on Sunday all secular 
topics were prohibited. Conver- 
sation was limited to the religious. 
moral or intellectual, interspersed 
with singing. Theoretically the 
young people could talk with each 
other if they so desired, but as a 
matter of fact they did not talk 
much, a few of the older ones 
monopolizing most of the conver- 
sation. The selection of the com- 
pany was by the Elders shrewdly 
managed to include those deemed 
most advisable, looking to their 
fitness in relation to each other. 
In other words, they would not in- 
clude in the same meeting a young 
man and young woman who were 
known or supposed to be partial 
to each other. 

Uneventfully the winter passed. 
School closed the last week of Eeb- 
ruary and just now the monotony 

was broken with a vengeance. An 

event occurred that stirred our 
peaceful community to its depths. 
1 hree of our most promising young 
men. oneof them our school teacher, 
all of them of fine ability upon whom 
the fondest hopes of the society were 
centered: these three young men 
were suddenly missing. They had 
left our home and their home with- 
out a word, with no hint of their in- 
tention. It was bad enough for 
them to leave us even in the most 
open manner, but to "run away" 
intensified the offence intolerably. 
It was an ungrateful, cruel act. 
Whom could they now trust? This 
thing must receive prompt attention 
and surely it did. Every man, 
woman, and child was upon a day 
appointed for the purpose, ; called 
separately before both Elders and 
questioned as to what if anything 
they knew about the affair, but if 
they accpiired any information 1 
never heard of it. It served how- 
ewer, to emphasize the awfulness of 
the tiling, which was probably the 
chief intent of the Elders. 

AYhat we are most concerned 
with in this narrative is what was 
the underlying cause of the defec- 
tion of these young men. All of 
them had lived there from early 
childhood. Their ability was ap- 
preciated. They were loved and 
trusted. Thev must have loved 
many of the people there. They 
knew little of the world and its 
ways. Ah, yes, indeed. In this 
very ignorance we find a tempta- 
tion to them. They longed to see 
it, and like the little birds in the 
nest they longed to try their wings. 
What really had they to look for- 
ward to except a monotonous round 
of drudgery from one year's end to 
another, and to what purpose? 
Evidently the religious element of 
the people failed to attract them and 
that was the only magnet to hold a 
young person anyhow, very slender 
inducement for the Shaker life. The 


desire for personal independence, 
freedom to go and to come at their 
own sweet will, to earn money and 
to spend it without dictation is the 
natural desire of the young man. 
But the Shakeus say no. You can 
never own anytl ing. Not even 
vour leys. All of these thing's be- 
long" to the Church and you can 
have tin- use of them only. Not 
only that. If after having spent 
years, the best part of your life it 
may be, if at sometime you with- 
draw from the society you can claim 
no compensation for long services 

And then again what assurance 
have I that 1 .will be always content? 
Will it not be wise policy, he quer- 
ies, to try life outside for awhile? 
If he finds he has made a mistake in 
going, if conscience pricks, he can 
return. His education has been 
such that he is haunted by consid- 
erable doubt whether he may not 
misstep, but reason urges him to go, 
and having gone that ends it so far 
as any return is concerned. 

There was a cogent reason for 
leaving secretly, as did these young 
men, and as many others have done. 
If a person was valued, no effort 
was spared to induce him to change 
his mind. He would be escorted 
to the office and there be visited 
by those whom he was supposed to 
love and thru his affection they 
tried to win him back. Xo one 
wiihom experience can know what 
an ordeal it was to pass through. 
It may be that one or more of these 
young men had received a taste of 
it, and thought it was something to 
avoid if possible. 

The maple sugar season began 
soon after school closed, and it was 
an interesting time for the boys. 
They always were in requisition to 
assist in distributing the buckets to 
the trees and driving the spiles in 
the holes bored by the brethren. A 
company of sisters went down at 
the same time to scald the buckets 

and start the sugar makers in a 
cleanly way. To the boys it was a 
pleasureable tune; the walk to the 
camp two miles away; and the wad- 
ing thru the deep snow with the 
buckets, a thousand of them. It 
was work, but it was fun. The din- 
ner was extra good. The sisters 
made griddle cakes and these were 
served with | good thick maple 
syrup from a jug kept over from 
the previous season. 

There was an annex to the main 
building. a combination of bed 
room, kitchen and parlor. At one 
end of the room were double deck 
berths, as it was often necessary 
to boil the sap night as well as day. 
There was a good cook stove, a large 
dining table and plenty of chairs. 
Once again only did the boys spend 
the day at the camp, but this day 
was purely a holiday and we spent 
it in play and feasting on the sweets 
of which all the varieties were at our 
unlimited disposal. 

First we attacked the syrup can, 
then sugar, a large tray full of it. 
Next came "stick chops" made by 
boiling down to a very thick mass 
poured on snow or a marble slab, 
which when cold was brittle, but 
when warmed in the mouth it at- 
tained adhesive qualities that were 
very masterful. The same mass re- 
moved from the slab while yet 
warm could be worked into very 
white candy quite different in taste 
from the stick chops. 

The maples of this orchard were 
very large pasture trees. I have 
known two of them to yield a bar- 
rel of sap each in one day. Most 
of the trees were served with two, 
and some with three buckets. 

Few people know that freezing 
sap produces the same effect as boil- 
ing. Let a bucket full of sap be 
frozen solid, a large spoonful of 
thick and colorless syrup will be 
found. We used to call it sap 
honey. It is of delicious flavor 
quite unlike ordinary syrup, and 



sugar made from it very white. 

The produd of the sugar harvest 
differs greatly in the various sea- 
sons. The least J ever knew from 
this orchard was 250 barrels. The 
greatest yield was nearly 700 bar- 
rels. The other Families had camps 
of their own, totaling about the 
same as the Church Family. 

When the sap flowed rapidly, two 
of the home brethren would go 
down to tend the kettles all night. 
taking turns at boiling and sleep- 
ing. When our caretaker's turn 
came he would take two of us boys 
with him and I was sometimes one 
of the two. To us it was a lark. 
We loved to sit up most of the 
night, helping tend the fires and 
the syruping off. and we would boil 
down some of the syrup on our own 
account. We enjoyed the peeping 
of the frogs in the little pond by the 
camp, and to hear the owls hoot. 
We would mock them and they 
would respond whoo. whoo, whoo. 

In August when the pile of 
twelve cords of wood cut in the 
spring was dry, the boys would go 
to the camp to pile it into the shed. 
One of these times some of us at- 
tempted to run the entire distance 
of two miles up hill and down with- 
out stopping, and I was one who 
won out, working all day in a boil- 
ing sun and walking Inane again, 
still we were not tired. 

During the long winter the 
brethren worked chopping and haul- 
ing the year's supply of wood. In- 
to the door yard was drawn the 
corded wood and the limbs of the 
trees. These were sawed by steam 
power and cast into huge heaps in 
the back yard, and here the boys 
worked for several weeks splitting 
and piling the wood into the sheds. 
Every morning and evening all the 
brethren able to wield an axe work- 
ed at the splitting until the job was 
done, after which the entire Family, 
sisters included, formed a bee to 
clean up the door yard. 

This spring our caretaker assum- 
ed the care of the kitchen gardens 
of two and one-half acres in one 
place and two acres in another, and 
this determined the boys' sphere of 
action for the summer, in part, but 
some of the boys were usually em- 
ployed in the many duties in the 
Family, always demanding atten- 

Joseph was a very efficient gar- 
dener, and it was a fine education 
for us in learning the growing of 
all kinds of garden produce. The 
work was very pleasant to me and 
seeing that I took an interest in it. 
Joseph assigned to me many jobs 
requiring nicety. This enabled me 
to work alone, or with a younger 
companion, and I felt happier in 
being separated from the crowd. 

A bed of poppies was being grown 
for opium and I was given the care 
of it. When the capsules were 
grown, I scarified them every 
morning, and in the afternoon scrap- 
ed off the dried milk and gave it to 
the nurses. That I thus escaped the 
burning heat of the hay field gave 
me no sorrow. 

The extensive asparagus beds 
were under my exclusive care, and 
when the rest of the company sized 
broom corn at the mill, I managed 
to work upon these beds. I hated 
that broom corn job on account of 
it prickling dust that offended my 
sensitive skin. 

The Trustees received from the 
U. S. Government a lot of seeds for 
testing which Joseph planted in a 
plot of about 30 x 50 feet, and to 
my great pleasure gave the whole 
into my care, and I carried the busi- 
ness through successfully. 

At the request of the nurses I was 
given a little section to raise catnip 
and motherwort. To find the plant 
I had to scour the farm. Catnip 
was plentiful enough but mother- 
wort was scarce. I succeeded in 
filling my two rows when to my 
chagrin I found I had set out 



thistles, and did they not have a 
fine laugh at me ! 

Let us now for a moment discuss 
the effect of one year's experience in 
Shaker life. If any boy among the 
Shakers could be perfectly content- 
ed and happy sure I ought to be that 
boy, for my lot was cast in pleas- 
ant places. I never received an un- 
kind word from my caretakers nor 
teacher, nor do 1 recall even a word 
of reproof. I was favored beyond 
most, and possibly any other boys, 
and yet in spite of all favorable cir- 
cumstances I was not thoroughly 
contented. Why not? Was it due 
to a defect in my organism or was it 
imperfect environments? I think 
a fair answer will be that I was in 
an institution rather than a home. 
It was a boarding school with this 
essential difference : the boy in the 
boarding school looks forward to his 
vacation, when he can spend days 
or weeks at his home. He knows 
that a few years at the longest will 
terminate school, and he will then 
remain at home or make a home of 
his own. 

The Shaker boy sees no vacation 
for him, no ending of his term. 
Here is his life job. 

It was a one sex association. The 
boys and girls saw each other three 
times every day at meal time, but 
held no communication with each 
other. My sister and I met occas- 
ionally, but she was always chaper- 
oned by her caretaker. I can re- 
call but one instance of speaking to 
a girl during the three years I was 
in the Boy's Order. One of my 
duties was to replenish the wood 
box at the Infirmary. A girl of my 
own age, whom I will call Helen 
Olney, because that was not her 
name, was dwelling at the Infirmary 
on account of delicate health. She 
came from Providence as I did, and 
that seemed to establish a mutual 
interest. She had living with us 
three brothers, one older and two 
younger than myself. We saw each 

other there nearly every day. I do 
not know which of us spoke first, 
but 1 do remember that we ex- 
changed a few words and became 
somewhat acquainted. Possibly we 
•nay have exchanged smiles when 
we met after that but I do not re- 

My companions from morning 
until night were boys. From one 
week to another and from one 
month to another boys, only boys. 
They were not bad boys, they were 
probably above the average, but 
they seemed to me who had ahvays 
lived with my mother and sister 
rough and coarse. They lacked the 
gentle manners the female associa- 
tion would have given. Their own 
exclusive society antagonized re- 
finement. They suffered in this 
respect as much as I, but were not 
as conscious of it. How I longed at 
the end of the day's work, to spend 
an hour with my mother, or my 
sister, or some agreeable female 
friend. Girls sometimes wish they 
were boys, but I never heard a boy 
wishing to be a girl, yet vdien I 
saw those girls at the church, in the 
dining room, in the door yard. I 
wished I could be a girl just a little 
while for a change, that I might en- 
joy something finer than these rough 
boys. Can any one not saturated 
with Shaker prejudices adduce any 
sensible reason why sister and I 
should not enjoy each other and 
alone for at least a little time? 

Notwithstanding the freedom 
permitted me to visit my mother, 
I knew the sentiment of the people 
was vehemently opposed to wdiat 
they termed natural relation, and 
they continually declaimed against 
it in our meetings. It was a per- 
petual testimony of hate for father, 
mother, brother and sister. 

Is it then any wonder that em- 
barrassment invariably attended 
frequent visits to my mother? Once 
only did I in any way divulge to 
mother my feelings, but this time I 



met with her when suffering un- 
usual dejection and sobbingly I 
poured out my grief. Tier sym- 
pathy was sweet and she made it 
very easy for me to say 1 wanted 
to return to Providence, and I knew 
that I had only to say the word and 
she would take me there. Her at- 
titude impressed me with a respon- 
sibility hitherto un felt. Although 
in later years I had reason to believe 
she would have been quite willing' 
to have gone of her own volition, 
and that she remained there more 
for her children's sake than for her 
own, I then thought she was 
happy. I did not doubt that my 
sister was not equally so, and 
brother was too young to consider 
any how. Could I only have known 
the facts in regard to both mother 
and sister as .1 knew them after the 
lapse of many years, what a change 
would have been wrought in the 
lives of us all ! In my ignorance of 
the true situation, believing that I 
alone sullered discontent, and, as 1 
have said, feeling a responsibility 
as the eldest and next to mother the 
head of the family. I felt it to be 
selfish and wrong to allow my per- 
sonal feelings to disrupt the com- 
fort of the others, and I hastened 
to assure mother that I would try 
to bear up under it. nor did 1 ever 
again burden her with any person- 
al trouble, and so far as I know she 
never knew I had any. 

The sore was not healed however. 
Many, man}' times as I listened to 
the rumbling of the trains which 
we could hear distinctly, although 
so many miles away, did I wish I 
was on one and going back to our 
old home.. I can now realize that 
undoubtedly most of the boys felt 
as I did about it. They did not dare 
to express feelings of unrest to each 
other, as it would most certainly 
reach the ears of the caretaker, and 
they knew what to expect in that 
case. Not infrequently, however, 
two of the bovs would venture to 

unfold their sentiments to each other 
and this was likely to result 
in a runaway as it was termed ; 
or a boy resentful over a real 
or supposed injustice, or it 
may -be wearied with a hum drum 
life, would boldly strike out alone. 
The personality of the company was 
constantly changing, some going, 
others coming, a few remaining, and 
those mostly having parents there ; 
but of the twenty four boys of the 
company there with me, the last 
one had left more than thirty years 
ago, while probably a hundred 
more, old and young, had come and 
gone within that time in the Church 
Family alone. 

As a part of this first year's ex- 
perience 1 will mention a certain 
phase of their religious functions 
now long since discarded. All of 
the eighteen Societies were direct- 
ed by Divine Command to provide 
a piece of ground selected by spirit 
guidance in some secluded spot as 
equally distant as possible from all 
the Families, and sufficiently large 
to convene the entire Society for 
worship. The spot at Canterbury- 
was nearly a mile from the Church 
Family in a piece of woods. The 
approach to it was through a stony 
pasture, and to make a road to it 
suitable for a body of people to 
march over required much work. 

The "Fountain" or "Feast 
Ground" was made smooth and as 
level as possible and sowed to grass. 
Around it was set a row of fir trees. 
In the center of the ground was a 
small oval plat at one end of which 
was a tall marble slab upon which 
was engraved a message to the 
people given by inspiration, and 
which was read to the assembly 
whenever a meeting was held there. 
On one side of the ground was a 
very plain building sufficiently 
large to convene the entire Society. 
A plain fence painted white sur- 
rounded the whole tract. 

In summer time and on Sunday 



when the Ministry were at Canter- 
bury and the weath< r pleasant, the 

society would meet here for wor- 
ship, the Families so timing their 
arrival as to enter the Fountain at 
the same moment, the other Families 
entering; upon the opposite side. 
The people marched all the way 
four abreast, two brethren and 
two sisters, the Elders and Minis- 
try leading-, followed by the sing- 
ers, the children bringing up the 
rear. Arriving at the Fountain 
the\ formed in circles as in the 
meeting room at home, the exer- 
cise being the march only. Xext, 
ihev entered the house, sitting up- 
on the plainest of wood benches 
kept there permanently. Here they 
sang and listened to more or less 
speaking by the leaders for a half 
hour or so, \\ hen the meeting was 
dismissed and all returned home 
singing and marching as they came. 
The children greatly enjoved these 
little breaks in the monotonous 
routine of Sunday life. 

From some cause never publicly 
revealed, these visits to the Foun- 
tain grew less and less frecpient and 
finally ceased altogether. A few- 
years later the house, fence and 
sacred stone were removed, and our 
Fountain became but a memory. 
The tablet was used as a table for 
making candy. To some of us who 
revered the place and who loved the 
devotional spirit that belonged to 
it, its destruction seemed a sacri- 
lege. Many were the times that I 
visited the spot in after years and 
there knelt alone in prayer and in 
communion with the spirit of those 
bygone days. We were not told 
why this holy ground prepared at 
so much expense and divine behest, 
ceased to be of use for sacred pur- 
poses. If its contermanding was by 
spirit direction it was not told us. 
As its introduction was attended 
with much solemnity, should we not 
expect its revocation to be equally 
impressive, and in the entire ab- 

sence of this, might we not with 
reason feel doubtful as to the gen- 
uineness of the first assertion? The 
seeds of doubt were here sown in 
some fruitful soil which in due 
time failed not to produce fruit. 

I will mention one peculiar rite 
that lias not been observed for 
seventy years. It was called the 
"Sweeping Gift."' At certain ir- 
regular intervals the Fllders and a 
select few singers would march 
through the village and into evcry 
room of every building, singing and 
crying "sweep, sweep" and using 
their spiritual brooms. It was to 
drive out all moral and spiritual un- 
cleanness that might exist. It was 
a powerful stimulus for every one 
to maintain the most immaculate 
order and neatness in all their 

How well do I remember my first 
Fourth of Jul}" spent at the Village, 
that we celebrated ingloriously by 
a good hard day's work shovelling 
manure at the sheep barn. We boys 
tried to make fun over it, but we 
felt more cross than funny. The 
only glint we had of the holiday was 
now and then a rocket from the fire 
works at Concord, 12 miles aw- ay, 
which as an unusual privilege we 
were allowed to sit up and see. 

In September, 1855, I blossomed 
into a "Youth Boy." This was a 
most welcome change. It made me 
eligible to all services and gather- 
ings of the brethen and taking my 
meals with them at the first sitting. 
I was surely beginning to be a man. 
I was assigned to a man whom 1 
liked very much, and what was fully 
as nice, who liked me, and who ap- 
parently did all he could to make 
me happy. 

My first job with him was pick- 
ing apples at the East Farm or- 
chard. This was by far our largest 
orchard. It was the product of the 
indefatigable labor of Peter Avers 
who at 96 years of age still work- 
ed on it when I went there to live. 



He redeemed it from a rocky pas- 
ture, and the immense heaps of 
stones made by him in cleaving the 
land betokened marvelous energy. 
This orchard yielded this year one 
thousand bushels of fruit for the 
cellar, quite as much more of sauce 
apples, and a large amount for 
cider. A large company of both 
sexes was occupied a full week in 
this orchard. The young men pick- 
ed the apples and the sisters sorted 
them into number one and number 
two for storage, and sauce apples to 
be cut and dried. 

The apples were laid very care- 
fully in baskets and conveyed home 
in spring wagons, and as carefully 
transferred to bins in the cellars. 
No apple was number one that had 
dropped from the tree or had receiv- 
ed the least bruise. Dinner was 
served in the old barn, across the 
floor of which was a long rude table. 
We knelt before and after eating 
as at home, but there was no re- 
straint in conversation. Few young 
sisters and no girls were there. In 
those present the Elders gave care- 
ful attention to their selection to 
remove all possible danger of un- 
due familiarity between the young 

The brethren had an apple cellar 
for their own exclusive use, in which 
was stored the fruit from the 
pasture trees. These were trees 
that had from time to time been 
grafted to fine fruit. "These apples 
were dealt out to the brethren in 
their shops all thru the winter. 
The little boys also had a cellar of 
their own for the apples upon the 
Island, and some of the ungrafted 
fruit that otherwise would go for 
cider, and with their young and 
vigorous appetites they were not so 
fastidious as to their quality. 

From now until late in the fall, 
the entire Family convened in the 
large room at the Iau'ndiy two or 
three evenings each week to cut and 
prepare the sauce apples for dry- 

ing, cutting about sixty bushels 
each night. The sexes occupied op- 
posite sides of the room. Tin- 
brethren with machines pared and 
quartered, and the sisters, boys and 
girls finished them for the kiln. 
This dried fruit supplied our table 
with pies and sauce in spring and 
summer, and furnished the markets 
with the well known Shaker apple 

The boys sat at a long table each 
with his wooden tray, and a dear 
old sister waited upon us and in- 
spected our work to see if it was 
rightly done. Tallow candles, 
home-made, gave us light, and when 
it grew dim there was a cry, per- 
haps a chorus, of "snuff the candle, 
John." It was an animated and 
pleasant scene, and even if we had 
worked hard all day as most of us 
had, the consciousness that we were 
doing it for each other and for the 
whole, made us forget our weari- 
ness, and the hours to pass swiftly. 

I was now living in the "Broom 
Shop" with Jackson Moore and 
three other boys of about my own 
age making brooms, of which we 
made from twelve to twenty dozen 
per day depending upon their size 
and quality. At another shop were 
being made as many more, in all 
about two hundred dozen of the 
cheaper sort per week. In our "Re- 
tiring Room" at the "Great House", 
where we slept and lived on Sun- 
day, were Jackson and six other 
boys. Jackson and I occupied one 
of the beds, two of the boys the 
other bed, and the others slept in 
the dormitory, on the floor above. 
On our arrival at the house every 
Saturday evening all winter, we 
would find a half peck of the very 
best apples the cellars afforded, two 
or three apiece for Sunday. These 
were placed there by the sisters. 

Late this fall, much to my regret, 
Jackson was appointed caretaker of 
the boys of the "Order" and the as- 
sistant Elder assumed the jurisdic- 



tion of our little crew, himself work- 
ing with us part of the time. This 
arrangement was not conducive to 

my comfort in a certain way. These 
hoys with whom I was thus associat- 
ed were not gentle in their manners 
and less so in their talk. They did 
not incline to stud}- nor intellectual 
conversation, and except in work, 
I had little in common with them. 
They were not bad boys by any 
means. They were rather the 
natural consequence of the condi- 
tions surrounding them which I 
have before described. '1 'heir faults 
were rather of a negative than a 
positive character, a deficiency of 
qualities necessary to develop the 
best that was in them ; and they 
fairly illustrated the deprivation of 
good female influence and society. 
We enjoyed an abundance of re- 
ligious teaching, but were not urg- 
ed, rather discouraged, in the pur-' 
suit of a higher education. We 
were not, and were not designed to 
be, fitted for a life outside the so- 
ciety, the outside life to which most 
of the young people inevitably drift- 
ed. We sadly lacked leaders who 
were broad enough to understand 
the vital necessities of these things, 
but our leaders were themselves the 
product of an imperfect training for 
their positions. If some of the 
young people who evinced a capa- 
city for leadership and of moral and 
spiritual worth, and there were 
most certainly some of their kind ; 
if these could have been sent out to 
grapple with the world and to cleave 
their own way to success, to learn 
the failures and the causes of them, 
to mingle in society and obtain 
points from another angle, to study 
the conditions of the family life, 
its virtues and its failures, they 
would return with minds broadened 
by experience and rich in human 
sympathy, and one such man w r ould 
he worth more than all that Shaker 
education was ever able to produce. 
Some of these young people would 

fail of course, and few of them 
would again return to the fold, but 
more of them would return propor- 
tionately than in the case of those 
remaining who were sheltered in 
the hop.-' of their retention. 

The convent nuns arc wiser than 
the Shakers. Many 'of the children 
in their schools, becoming attach- 
ed to their teachers wrould impetu- 
ously take the veil and immure 
themselves for life, but this was not 
permitted. These girls must return 
to their homes and remain for a 
fixed number of years, to attain a 
knowdedge of life, its duties and its 
pleasures and to become old enough 
to decide intelligently. Conse- 
quently those who eventually re- 
turn to the secluded life of the con- 
vent; do so understandingly, with 
none but themselves to blame *if 
they have made a mistake. Had the 
Shakers possessed something of 
this wisdom they would undoubt- 
edly have permanently retained 
more of their young people, but 
while the nuns increase in numbers 
the Shakers dwindle. The leaders 
of the Society, educated to be chil- 
dren, usually remain children, and 
the product of their teaching is 
again children. Our deprivation 
of reniale association served to dis- 
tort us into unevenly developed 
beings and worked an almost ir- 
reparable injury, and I am compel- 
led to emphasize the seriousness 
of this institutional defect. It 
might have been all so different but 
for the fatuous course adopted and 
pursued so many, many years. I 
had one boon companion, a boy of 
my own age, who came to the So- 
ciety about the same time as my- 
self. We did not work together, 
but we did live in the same room 
at the House. Our tastes were 
similar. W r e loved study. We lov- 
ed to fish and to ramble. While in 
the Boy's Order we spent much of 
our spare time together, and the 
wonder is that our fondness for 


each other was never opposed. We every deviation from rectitude. I 
were fond of athletic sports that fear I resembled the very small bov 
were permitted, and of wrestling who at confession was asked by his 
which was prohibited, bjit we would caretaker if he had been a good boy 
meet down in an orchard, out of all the week replied contritely "kick, 
sight and wrestle time after time. scratch, bite.*'' "What." said the 
Of course we must go and confess amuse:! man. "Kick, scratch, bite," 
it. but the next day at it we would said the little penitent. "Well you 
go again. 1 do not know whether ma)- go," said the caretaker, smoth- 
er not John confessed it. 1 never ering a laugh with difficulty. 

asked him lie never told me. I 
wilt not pretend that 1 confessed 

To be continued 


By Bcrnke Lesb'i'a Kenyon 

Grey is the world before us. 

Etched with a slender line. 

Shadowless, soft, entrancing, — 

Dreamily fair and fine: 

Steel is the wind that drives us. 

Steely the sifted snow. 

Down through an aisle of the forest 

Softly, swiftly we go. 

Over the frozen river. 
Thickets white on the side, 
Bowered and bent with silver, 
Close where the partridge hide. — 
Down through the misty highway 
Hid by a snowy veil, 
On we press to the forest. 
Slowly breaking the trail. 

Ho! Friend, over the -snowdrifts ! 
Look where the white wind flies! 
Oh. how the forest brillance 
Fires the light in your eyes ! 
See how the wind is raging — 
The drifts are scattered and swirled ! 
This is the God's own weather! 
This is the great white world ! 


The announcement in the Decem- 
ber number of the Granite Month- 
ly that a prize of $50 had been otter- 
ed by Mr. Brookes More for the best 
poem printed in. this magazine dur- 
ing- the year 1921, already has in- 
terested, we learn from our mail, 
a large number of verse-makers, 
and we hear of many more entries 
to come. In order to make the field 
of competitors as large as possible 
within the limits of the magazine's 
size we have decide'! to devote a few 
pages a month during the year ex- 
clusively to poetry, in addition to 
the verses printed here and there 
through the various numbers. 
Every poem receiving its first pub- 
lication in the Granite Monthly will 
be eligible for Mr. More's generous 
prize and the exigencies of maga- 
zine make-up rather than the com- 
parative quality of the poems, as 
the editor sees them, will decide 
which verses appear in the special 
department of poetry and which 
find places elsewhere in the maga- 

Xew and old contributors to the 
magazine appear in our first instal- 
ment of this department. Bernicc 
l.esbia Kenyon is on the staff of 
Scribner's Magazine. In 1920 she 
won the John Masefield prize by 
her poetry and she has had verse 
printed in the Sonnet and the Liter- 
ary Digest. Mary H. Wheeler (of 
Pittsfield, X. H.) made her first 
contributions to the Granite Month- 
ly just 40 years ago and her muse 
is still graceful and true. Clair 
Leonard, a member of the Harvard 
Poetry Society and the organist of 
the Harvard Glee Club, is a 
musician of rare ability. Amy J. 
Dolloff (of Ashland, X. H.) 'has 
been a contributor of verse to many 
publications, including the Granite 
Monthly. during, residence in 
Maine and Xew Hampshire. Ruth 
Metzger, a senior at Wellesley, has 
contributed to the Modernist, poems 
which have proved of interest to the 


By Clair T. Leonard 

Since thou and i on this green earth are born, 
And having lived and loved and worked and died, 
And entered in a sepulchre forlorn. 
Are soon forgot by those who once had sighed ; 

And since great nations, tender verdant blades, 
And all things horrible and all things fair, 
— Sweet music played and songs by heav'nly maids, 
The days, the nights, the water and the air, 

Are all at first conceived and then begun, 
And thrive and serve their purpose to the end, 
And when their duty requisite is done 
Are nought but memories of ancient trend ; 

Our world, so small compared with God's whole scheme, 
Will some day disappear and be a dream. 


By C. Fcnmce Whit comb. 

If only I, from out this world of dreams, 
Might have the choice of one apart 

To weave forever in my soul, it seems 

Thou woutd'st he of that dream, the heart. 


fly Bermce Lesbia Kenyan. 

The distant hills are gleaming gold.. 
Ashine with slopes of goldenrod, 
And far and high above them sound: 
The gulden laughter of a god. 

But laughter of the gods is faint, 
And goldenrod grows grey in rain. 
And they were nought to me, could 1 
But hear your golden songs again. 


By Ida B. Rossiter. 

Our life is such a fleeting thing, 

'Tis like a feather from the wing 

Of a bird that takes its flight. 

The twilight that preceeds the night, 

Like dew upon the grass it seems 

To vanish with the sun's first beams. 

Like mist upon the mountain peak, 

The fleeing deer that hunters seek. 

Only a snowflake on the river, 

A moment seen, then gone forever. 


fly Emily 11'. Matthews. 

I cherished in my heart 
A little love. His wings 
Were gossamer, and lined 
With rainbow hues, each part. 

The little timid thing 

I gave into your hands 

So trustingly, but you 

Have bruised and clipped each wing. 


By Albert Aimett. 

Blow, Warder, Ho ! Let go your banner string! 
The dirge for the dead is ended and paeans 

loud we sing. 
From the past, with its buried sadness, let 

hopes exultant spring! 
''The king is dead !" the echo ring, "Hail to 

the new-born king!" 


By Amy J. Dolloff 

Life has deeper meaning \ £* 

Since your face I see. 

Earth and heaven are brighter 

Toil more dear to me. 

Spirit speaks to spirit 
With a holy joy. 
All my being answers 
To love without alloy. 

Why should such a glory 
Gild my every hour? 
Why the blessing wondrous 
Bring new strength and power? 

Is it that the Giver 
Of true life and love 
Sends thru you His Message 
From the courts above ? 



By Harold Vinal. 

The gorse grass waves in Ireland, 
Far on the windless hills ; 
In France dark poppies glimmer — 
Suncups and daffodils. 

The heather seas are crying 
And deep on English lanes — 
Blown roses spill their color 
In the soft, grey rains. 

My heart alone is broken 
For things I may not see — 
New England's shaken gardens, 
Beside a dreaming sea. 



A valued contributor to the 
Granite Monthly, Mr. Frank B. 
Kingsbury of Keene, a member of 
the New Hampshire and Vermont 
state historical societies and a Avell- 
known historical writer, sends us a 
communication upon the subject of 
Vital Statistics which seems suit- 
able for publication in this depart- 
ment of the magazine. He says: 

As nature left our state moun- 
tains, rivers, lakes and forests 
abounded, but it was man who made 
and developed what nature had 
left ; it was man who built our high- 
ways, villages and cities, in fact 
made all improvements- Examina- 
tion of the archives of our state re- 
veals the names of the leading men 
in their day and generation; states- 
men, soldiers, husbandmen, the 
founders of our commonwealth. 
Write, if you will, a history of our 
state without making mention of 
men like Capt. John Mason, the. Hil- 
tons, Rev. John Wheelwright, Gen- 
erals Stark and Sullivan. Hon. 
Daniel Webster. President Franklin 
Pierce and a host of others, and you 
have but a skeleton, void of indus- 
try, civilization and culture. Some- 
times I feel we are inclined to lose 
sight of the fact that we are still as 
truly making historv today as were 
they of 1776 or 1800. With this 
fact in mind it is all important that 
we make correct and accu r ate state- 
ments in our public records. 

The vital statistics of this state 
are kept in the office of the State 
Board of Health in Concord. These 
records which cover births, mar- 
riages," deaths, places, etc., I have 
reason to believe are being accurate- 
ly kept. But how about the annual 
town and city reports as they are 
now printed throughout this state? 
Do they give the true facts in all 
cases; are they to be depended on, 
or are thev erroneous, and, in some 

instances, incomplete and mislead- 
ing? With this all important 
question I wish to deal. And I 
may state here, it is not my de- 
sire to in any way criticise the ex- 
cellent work now being done by the 
usual town and city clerks; they 
are doubtless working "according to 
law;" but. that being the case, the 
law should be amended during the 
present session of the legislature. 

Inasmuch as the printed Vital 
Statistics in New Hampshire are 
becoming more and more a "work 
of reference" they should be accur- 
ately printed. If you examine the 
annua! report of almost any town, 
you will find this headline ;— births 
registered ; marriages registered ; 
deaths registered in the town of 

. The records of births 

and marriages appears complete, 
except when a parent, groom or 
bride is born in a foreign country, 
the name of the town is seldom 
given, but simply as Canada, Eng- 
land, Scotland, etc. Why not give 
the name of the town and make the 
record complete? However, in the 
deaths registered, this statement 
does not necessarily mean that such 
a death took place in. that town, 
even though it is "registered" there. 
If for instance, a New Hampshire 
man died while on a visit to Bos- 
ton and is buried in his home town, 
his death would be on record as 
having occurred in two places. For 
example, according to a printed 
Surry annual report, Cyrus Kings- 
burv died in that town November 
30, '1909. As a matter of fact he 
died in Concord, this state, where 
his death is doubtless also on rec- 
ord. His wife, Lydia J. Kings- 
bury, died in Keene, August 9, 1917 
and is buried in Surry beside her 
husband, but according to the print- 
ed reports of the two towns, she 
died in each town upon the same 



day. Again, Stephen H. Clement, 
died at his home in Surry. January 
29, 1918 and is buried in Keene, yet 
if we take the records, he died in 
both towns. Numerous like in- 
stances might be cited and such 
errors future generations will sharp- 
ly criticise, and justly, too. When 
the body of a deceased is brought 
into town it should be so print- 
ed, and state where the d eath took 
place. A marriage taking place out 
of town is so recorded : why not in 
case of a death? 

Why is the age at death (year, 
month, day) given instead the date 
of birth; as I believe it should be. 
The age at death cannot be accur- 
ately and positively given without 
knowing the date of birth; then 
why give the "age?" Numerous 
errors have and will continue to oc- 
cur so long as this old time system 
is vised! A diligent search of old 
records and headstones gives ample 
proof of this statement. 

When an error has been printed 
in an annual report should it remain 
as printed, or be corrected in the 
next issue? Nearly all, I believe 
would desire a correction to be 
made. I have in mind a case where 
a man married his own mother — 
according to print — who had at the 
time of marriage been dead for 
several years. Some one blunder- 
ed in this record which has never 
been corrected. 

If in printing the annual reports 
the names in the vital statistics 
were arranged alphabetically in- 
stead of chronologically, as at pres- 
ent, in all towns of over 1000 in- 
habitants, there would be a saving 
of much valuable time in search- 
ing the records. 

Most clerks when application is 
made to search the records in their 
charge will cheerfully comply with 

such request, stating their fee for 
such research. Those clerks who 
do not should be considered as 
negligent of duty and the law 
should clear!}' and definitely state 
thai it is a part of a clerk's duty to 
attend promptly to such matters. 
In taking up with Otis G. Ham- 
mond, superintendent of the New 
Hampshire Historical Society, the 
matter of amending the present 
laws respecting the printing of vital 
statistics in the annual town and 
city reports, the following recom- 
mendations arc suggested, viz: 

1. That when the body of a de- 
ceased is brought into a town the 
records shall state where the death 
took place, in addition to the usual 
record as now given. 

2. That the date of birth, |in- 
stead the age at death be given in 
death records. 

3. When any record in the vital 
statistics is printed incorrectly or 
incompletely, the same shall be cor- 
rected in the next annual report 
when the facts are reported in writ- 
ing to the clerk. 

4. That the vital statistics shall 
be printed alphabetically in the an- 
nual reports instead of chronologi- 
cally, as at present, in all towns of 
over 1000 inhabitants. 

5. When application in writing 
is made to a clerk to search the 
records in his charge, he shall state 
his fee for making a diligent search 
for the desired information and give 
the matter prompt attention. 

It is quite probable there are 
other suggestions which can and 
should be made to improve our pub- 
lic records, but the above should be 
carefully considered by our law- 
makers during 1921. 



A Wonderland of the East- By 
William Copeman Kitchin. Ph.D. 
Illustrated. Pp., 330. Cloth. $5. 
Boston: The Page Company. 

One of the finest pictures we ever 
have seen in print of the Old Man 
of the Mountain looks out at us 
from the frontispiece of this sumpt- 
uous hook of travels. Paradise 
Falls. Lost River, the Presidential 
Range from Intervale, and Dixville 
Notch, also arc beautifully repro- 
duced in color, and many other of 
the 54 plates which illustrate the 
volume so adequately and appro 
priatcly are of New Hampshire 
scenes, while one of its three good 
maps is of New Hampshire and 

Doctor Kitchin, the author, re- 
cently a member of the faculty of 
the University of Vermont, puts to- 
gether in this book, one of the hand- 
somest of the season, his memories 
and notes of automobile journeyings 
during four successive seasons 
through eastern and central New 
York and the New England states. 
Some of these trips started from his 
home in New York., others from his 
summer home on the shores of 
Lake Wentworth in Wolfeboro. 
New Hampshire. On all of them 
he viewed the scenery and reviewed 
the history of the region with re- 
sults that, as preserved in these 
printed pages, are at once enjoyable 
and valuable. 

An experienced traveller in the 
Far East and in Europe, Doctor 
Kitchin sees America not first, but 
finally, with due preparation for its 
appreciation and for comparison 
with other lands of equal, but un- 
like, interest and beauty. He writes 
with an intimate, personal note, yet 
with high regard for accuracy, "so 
that his work is not only a readable 
chronicle but a useful ' guide for 

those who may motor in his car 

As he travelled with equipment 
for camping and was not dependent 
upon hotels, his stopping places 
were in many instances different 
from those of the "regular" tourist. 
as, for instance, a night and day 
spent on Mount Cube in Orford. 
and these episodes, charmingly 
described, add to the book's attrac- 

The beauty of the New Hamp- 
shire lake country seems to have 
appealed to Doctor Kitchin as much 
as did the grandeur of the moun- 
tains to the northward, and it is 
pleasing to note a paragraph in ap- 
preciation of Webster Lake at 
Franklin, a beauty spot too seldom 
celebrated in print. 

Politics Adjourned- Politics Re- 
gained. By Richard D. Ware 
with Introductory Remarks bv 
John Milton. Amherst Publish- 
ing Company. 

Something more than a century 
ago the town of Amherst was one 
of those of principal importance in 
New Hampshire with bright pros- 
pects, among other respects, as a 
publishing center. The Legislature 
had met there, it was the shire town 
of Hillsborough county and it had 
hopes of becoming the state capital. 
However, it lost both the capitol 
and the print shops to Concord, 
where Isaac Hill went from Am- 
herst to become governor, United 
States Senator, and best known edi- 
tor of the state. Later another boy 
from Amherst. Horace Greeley, be- 
came even more famous and power- 
ful in the politics and journalism of 
the nation. 

Hill and Greeley, hard-hitters 
both, would read with appreciation, 



if they were with us today, two 
well-printed pamphlets which are 
issued by the "Amherst Publishing 
Company, Amherst. N. H.," under 
the titles noted above. They would 
see that there has not been much 
change since their day in the vigor 
with which the leaders of one poli- 
tical party arc lambasted by the 
speakers and the writers of the 
other and tl.ey would take off their 
hats to Mr. Richard D. Wave, 
twentieth century lampooner, for 
the dexterity with which he uses his 
typewriter as a whiplash and there- 
he removes considerable sections of 
hide from exposed portions of his 
opponents' figurative anatomy. 

Not being a political publication, 
the Granite Monthly finds it best to 
quote as a sample of Mr. Ware's 
style, liis solution of the problem 
of "Re-adjustment:" 

With peace declared, one Jack, 

A gob. 

Came back from raging main 

And found a Jane 

Was holding down his job. 

So what to do with him 

Now Uncle Sam was through, with him. 

While Boards. Commissions. Statisticians 

Fought and wrangled 

And got their red tape and themselves 

Tied up and tangled. 

Jack never tarried. 

And now they are married. 

Taft Papers on the League of 
Nations: Speeches and Let- 
ters of Ex-Fresipent William 
Howard Taft. Edited by Theo- 
dore Marburg and Horace E- 
Flack. . Pp., 340. Cloth, $4.50. 
New York: The MacMillan Com- 

Not since slavery has any ques- 
tion so divided the American people 
as has the League of Nations and 
the relations to il of the United 
States of America- It has its ar- 
dent Wilson supporters. It has its 

bitter Moses opponents. It has its 
middle-of-the-roaders, who attach 
so much importance to the accep- 
tance by this nation of the principle 
involved that they will go almost 
any lengths in the way of sacrific- 
ing the famous fourteen points. 

In the popular mind former Presi- 
dent William H. Taft is regarded as 
the leader of those who consider 
the spirit of a League more impor- 
tant than the letter of its law and 
covenant, and it is, therefore, im- 
portant that permanent record be 
made of his attitude towards this 
proposed international agreement 
in these days of its formation. This 
has been done in the substantial 
volume entitled above, wherein are 
collected in order the speeches of 
Mr. Taft upon the League question 
and his correspondence, especially 
with the White House, on points 
involved during the prolonged Sen- 
ate deadlock. The objections to 
our participation in the League on 
the ground that it will interfere 
with our sovereignty and with the 
Monroe Doctrine ; that it would in- 
volve abandonment of our tradi- 
tional policy against entangling al- 
liances ; and that power is lacking 
under the Constitution for us to en- 
ter into such a treaty are answered 
bv Mr. Taft in the papers collected 
iii this book. An excellent 20 page 
introduction by Mr. Marburg con- 
cludes : "The Papers are re- 
plete with new evidence of our hon- 
ored ex- President's grasp of the 
guiding legal principles of our Gov- 
ernment, gathered on the bench 
and in executive office, and of the 
attitude of mind which the best 
thought and feeling of the country 
heartily accepts as true American- 

Creative Chkmlstry. By Edwin 
E. Slossdn. Illustrated. Pp., 
3.11. New York: The Century 



The Century Company. New- 
York, is one publishng house which, 
both through it- magazines and its 
book department, is striving intelli- 
gently and successfully to aid in the 
real progress and true education of 
our people. This is seen in such of 
its publications as the Century 
Hooks of Useful Science, the Cen- 
tury New World Series, the Cen- 
tury Foreign Trade Series, etc. 
The well-illustrated and serviceable 
volume entitled above was the first 
to appear in the Science series and 
was so warmly welcomed that it 
now is issued in a new edition revis- 
ed and brought up to date. Its 
author. Doctor Slosson, is that rare 
combination, a chemist of distinc- 
tion and a writer of imagination and 
charm. In this book he writes for 
those whose knowledge of chemis- 
try, if the}- have any. is most ele- 
mentary. He describes, so that all 
of us can understand their wonders, 
the modern processes of the chemi- 
cal industries, and what is more im- 
portant, he goe?. on to show the 
political and social effects of these 
great discoveries. One result is to 
make it clear to the dullest reader 
that a foundation stone of our 
future national policy, domestic and 
foreign, should be the chemical free- 
dom of this country, only wrested 
from German domination because 
of the recent war, and sure to be 
endangered again if our vigilance 

Waste Paimir Philosophy and 
Magpies in Pjcardv. By T. P. 

Cameron Wilson. (Reviewed by 
Gordon Hillman.) 

The war has produced in every 
land an enormous amount of poetry. 
By the same token, very little of it 
has been really good verse- Among 
these few notable poems was "Mag- 
pies in Picardy," which aroused 
considerable comment on its publi- 

cation in England and in this coun- 
try. Captain Wilson died in battle 
with his regiment, The Sherwood 
Foresters, but his work lives on, 
most of it between the covers of 
"Waste Paper Philosophy." Re- 
garding this philosophy, which is a 
series of short essays in prose, ad- 
dressed "To My Son." there can he 
no criticism and little comment. 
They are too good, too deep, too 
vital to be described by men who 
ought to know better. To be ap- 
preciated, they should be read. 
Moreover, they should be given to 
every school boy in the land, as 
one reviewer has already said. 
They are much too line, too delicate 
to brook description. 

Under the general title, "Magpies 
in Picardy" comes the verse. Poig- 
nantly English, it carries an appeal 
that is little short of universal. It 
is England, forever England that 
draws the poet's fire, and Devon 
gains no little from it. 

"The white wall, the cob wall, about my 
Devon farm. 

The oak door, the black door, that open- 
to the wold. 

Down the grey flagstones, and out in the 

CAnd all across my shoulder, her milk- 
splashed arm.) 

Out in the cool dusk to watch the rooks 

(And all across the grey floor a slant of 

Yet in contrast, there are in 
"France, 1917," some stark bits of 
horror that rival Sassoon. 

"There was nothing here that moved but 

a lonely bird, 
And the wind over the grass. Men lived 

in mud ; 
Slept as their dead must sleep, walled in 

with clay, 
Yet staring out across the unpitying day, 
Staring hard-eyed like hawks that hope 

for blood. 



The still land was a witch who held her 

And with a lidless . eye kept watch for 

Here are no paeans of victory, nor 
vituperations against the enemy, no 
headlong cavalry charges nor verbal 
skvrocketings, but if you would see 
war as it is, read "France 1917." 
Or if you would turn from "the sul- 
len thunder of Man with, his hungry 
guns." there is a ballad of London 
Town, and the singing dialect of 
"The Wind Blawn Down," yet ever 
and ever as in "Lying Awake at 
Night," the war finds grim reflec- 
tion. However there are neither 
battles nor plagues in the whimsi- 
cal verses of "The Sentimental 
Schoolmaster," wherein great sym- 
pathy is shown for schoolboys, and 
less for pedagogue.,. Yel Captain 
Wilson was a schoolmaster- Senti- 
mental or not, he is a poet whose 
teachings in prose and verse will 
go singing down the world long af- 
ter his fellows' crustier messages 
are so much dried dust. 

A St. Andrews Treasury of 
Scottish Verse. Edited by Mrs. 
Alexander Lawson and Alexan- 
der Lawson. (Reviewed by Gor- 
don Hillman.) A- & C. 'Black, 

Out of Scotland have come not 
only great men but great poets, and 
herein are the finest lays that they 
sang, gay lilts and smoothly polish- 
ed verses that have already outworn 
time, and will continue to brave the 
centuries until the Stuart tartan 
disappears from the earth. Here 
they all are, the old familiar singers, 
Robert Burns, Sir W'alter Scott and 
Lady John, Robert Louis Stevenson, 
Campbell and Hoagg, Baroness 
Nairne, Robert Buchanan and his 
"Wedding of Shon McLean" and 
the rest. 

And here, too is constant surprise 
in the number of contemporary 

writers of Scottish verse. Andrew- 
Lang has left us, but his unforget- 
table "'Twilight on Tweed" never 


"Three crests against the saffron sky 

Beyond the purple plain, 

The kind remembered melody 

Of Tweed once more again.'' ■ 

Lang and his work are well known 
to- Americans, but since his time, 
there has been much Scottish verse, 
much excellent Scottish verse of 
which we know too little. Promi- 
nent among these moderns is John 
Buchan, whose "South Countrie" 
has as gallantly lilting a refrain as 
those of the older border ballads. 
And here too is John Foster with 
a ballad of the Seaforth Highland- 
ers, "Civis Romanus Sum" that has 
all the roaring power of Rudyard 
Kipling in its lines. 
"The road my country bade me, 
(Said the Corporal of the Line), 
I've tramped it wi' the colours 
Since I joined the corps lang syne. 
A man's road and a great road 
But the road I want the day 
Is a road that skirts the barley 
On the haughs along the Spey." 

War always brings much to the 
Scots, and this greatest of all wars 
is no exception. The "Neuve 
Chapelle" of John Foster, and Mary 
Simon's, "The Glen's Muster Roll" 
and "After Neuve Chapelle" are as 
Scottish as the colors of the kilt or 
the drone of the bagpipes. They are 
essentially different from American 
verse or even that of the English, 
vet they and Sir George Douglas' 
"Edinburgh Castle" bid fair to 
stand with the great poems of the 

And so does Violet Jacob's "Tarn 
F the Kirk" and "The Howe of 
the Mearns," Charles Murray's 
"The Whistle" and many, many 
others. Mercifully, the Scots seem 
to indulge not in 'isms, to complete- 
ly ignore the fads and foibles of 
the moment, to leave free verse and 


merely weird verse to the rest of "Shining and shadowy, verdant-walled 

the world, and to write poetry that By his banks of spreading beeches, 
has sheer beauty, delicate fabrica- Thundering over the foaming cauld 
tion Or rousing lilt to Commend it. And sliding on silver reaches. 
Here you will find neither the sensa- Twisting and turning by haugh and lea 
tional nor the mawkish, nor con- Tweed goes down to the windy sea." 
slant frettirigs about souls and con- 
ditions, but good healthy out-door Vt 't thl "s is characteristic of the 
verse that looms as Ben Nevis whole volume, and not merely a 
above the clammv mists of modern high light amid sundry darker 
"expression" and "impression." lamps. What with old favorities 
For where in America or in Eng- and new masters of verse, the book 
laud or yet in France do you find ;s one of the poetic events of the 
better contemporary verse than this year. 
bv Will H. Qoilv'ie. 


By Mary II. Wheeler 

My neighbor has a garden plot 

With hardy plants replete, 
Forget-me-nots and columbines 

And pinks and roses sweet. 

There larskpur with the foxglove vie: 

And each in turn excels. 
But from them all I turn to watch 

The Canterbury bells. 

Brave plants that bow not to the storm. 
Soft bells the wind may blow, 

That send out perfume for a sound 
While swinging to and fro. 

In tints as dainty as their breath. 

Mauve, purple, pink and white. 
And lavender and blended shades 

That change in changing light. 

Stout belfries and the many bells, 
Straight from the Master's hand, 

Your tongues are never voiceless 
To souls that understand. 

Attuned to beauty's gamut, 

Each wind-swayed chalice swells 

Earth's never-ending symphony, 
Sweet Canterbury bells. 





The late O. B. Douglas. 


Dr. Orlando Bcnajah Douglas, widely 
known surgeon and past commander of 
the Department of New Hampshire, G. 
A. R., died at his home in Concord. Decem- 
ber 17, after a long riiness. He was born 
in Cornwall, Yt . September 12, 1836. and 
served in the Civil War with the 18th 
Missouri Volunteers, being wounded twice 
and being promoted from private to lieu- 
tenant and adjutant, fie received a medi- 
cal "degree from the Medical School of 
New York University and subsequently 
was a member of its faculty. He was 
also for many years director of the Man- 
hattan Eye, Ear and Throat Hospital and 
president of the medical society of the 
county of New York. For the past 20 
years Dr. Douglas had resided in Concord 
and had gradually withdrawn from active 
practice. He had been president of the 
New Hampshire Orphans' Home since 

1904, and was an active worker for pro- 
hibition, woman suffrage and other re- 
forms. He was a. member of the Loyal 
Legion and of various medical and other 
societies and associations, and had written 
much upon his specialty, diseases of the 
eye, ear and throat. He was a 32nd degree 
Mason and had been a member of the 
Baptist church since 1855. One son, Ed- 
win R. Douglas of Philadelphia, survives. 


Colonel True L. Norris, veteran editor 
and former member of the Democratic- 
national committee from New Hampshire, 
died at his home in Portsmouth, Decem- 
ber 4. He was born in Manchester, May 
4, 184S. His parents moved to Woburn, 
Mass., when he was four years old and 
he was fitted there for Harvard College. 



He served in the Civil War and after 
the war studied law with his father. 

■In 1S7,\ he went to Washington where 
he practiced law in the office of Gen. B. F. 

Butler for a year. For several years he 
worked in the office of the Controller of 
the Treasury. In 1880 he came to Con- 
cord to practice law, also taking up news- 
paper work, being correspondent for the 
Boston Globe. 

In January, 1888, when Col. Charles A. 
Sinclair purchased the Portsmouth Times 
and the weekly States and Union, Colonel 
Norn's became their editor and in 1893 
he purchased the two papers. He retired 
from this work in the summer of 1918. 
During that long period Colonel Norris 
never took a vacation. 

He was a member of Governor John B. 
Smith's executive council: had been a 
delegate to the constitutional convention; 
was for several years a normal school 
trustee; was collector of customs 1892-8; 
and was a delegate at large to the Demo- 
cratic National Conventions of 1900 and 

In 1898 he married Miss Lillian G. 
Hurst of Eliot, Me., who survives, be- 
sides two brothers, John of Revere, and 
Thomas G. of Concord, and three sisters, 
Alice of Cambridge, Mrs. Fannie D. Cut- 
ting and Mrs. William Kennedy of Con- 

tives. He had been a trustee of Colby 

Academy for 30 years and was a deacon 
in the Baptist church, a member of the 
Masons, Odd Fellows, and Patrons of Hus- 
bandry, bavin« been the first master oi 
the Grange at New London and of the 
Merrimack Cqun.ty Pomona. He also 
had served as-6verseer of tbe State Grange. 
He is survived by a wife. Mrs. Lucia Nel- 
son Shepard ; five children, Charles Shep- 
ard, Mrs. A. J. Gould and Mark Shepard 
all of Xew London. Mrs. W. E. Burpee of 
Manchester, and Mrs. C. E. Clough of 
Lebanon ; by 20 grandchildren and six 
great gi andchildren. 


John Woodman Jewell, born in Straf- 
ford, July 26, 1831, the son of John Milton 
and Nancy (Colby) Jew-ell, died at his 
home in Dover, December 22. He was 
educated at the Strafford and Gilman- 
ton academies and for 30 years was the 
general merchant and leading business 
man of the town, holding all the offices 
within its gift. Since 3891 he had been 
engaged in the insurance business at 
Dover, and at the time of his death was 


S. Howard Bell, born in Lawrence, 
Mass., May 17, 1858, died at Derry Decem- 
ber 20. He had been located there as a 
druggist since 1883 and was a leading and 
popular citizen. He had served as town 
clerk; as a trustee of the state home 
for feeble-minded, and as treasurer of the 
state pharmaceutical association. He was 
an officer of the Episcopal church; past 
grand chancellor of the local lodge Knights 
oi Pythias : and a member of the U. R. K. 
P., and I. O. O. F. Dr. Bell married Miss 
Ellen L Burba nk. who survives him, with 
one son, John H., of Philadelphia, and 
one daughter, Sarah. 


James Eli Shepard, born in New Lon- 
don, March 8, 18-12, the son of Samuel 
and Phoebe (Haskins) Shepard, died there 
Deceml>er 1. He v. as one of the leading 
lumbermen of the state and possessed a 
very wide acquaintance. A Democrat in 
politics, he had been a delegate from his 
town to the constitutional convention and 
from his state to the national covention of 
his party at Denver in 1908. He also has 
served in the state house of representa- 

Thf, LATH J. W. Jewell. 

the (ddest active insurance agent in th^ 
state. A Democrat in politics he had 
been a member of the legislature from 
both Strafford and Dover," was two years 
sheriff of Strafford county. arid. a member 
of Governor Moody Currier's executive 
council. He is survived by a daughter, 
Mrs. Herbert Waldron of Dover, and a 
granddaughter, Miss Annie Jewell of Man- 





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Albert O. Brown, 
Govt? nor or New Hampshire. 



Vol. LIII. 


Xo. 2 


By Henry H. Metcalf. 

A new state government, so far 
as the executive and legislative de- 
partments are concerned, came into 
power with the opening of the new 
year, or to be precise, on the first 
Wednesday in January, the same 
having been elected by the people, 
November 2, at which time women 
first voted at a general election in 
this and a majority of the other 
states of the Union, the total vote, 
therefore, far exceeding that cast 
at any previous election. 

Albert O. Brown, Republican 
candidate for Governor, receiv- 
ed 93,273 votes to 62.174 for 
Charles E. Tilton. the Democratic 
nominee; while in the last pre- 
vious presidential year, Henry W. 
Keyes, Republican, had 45.S94 to 
3S.S53 for John C. Ilutchins, Demo- 
crat. The increase of over 70.000 
in the total vote, over that of 1916. 
resulted almost entirely from the 
enfranchisement of the women, 
about two-thirds of those voting ap- 
parently having voted the Repub- 
lican ticket, due, doubtless to the 
fact that the Republicans had a 
more effective organization and 
were able to rail}' their women vot- 
ers in larger measure. 

Governor Brown. 

Hon. Albert Oscar Brown, who 
was elected Governor of Xew 
Hampshire- in November last, not 
only by the largest vote, but also 
by the largest majority ever given 
any candidate for the office, is the 

seventh resident of the city of 
Manchester to occupy the position 
since 1865. Frederick Smyth, the 
first incumbent from the "Queen 
City" held the office from June. L865 
to June, 1867. James A. Weston 
was the incumbent in 1871. and 
again in 1874. being succeeded by 
Ezekiel A. Straw, in 1S72, who serv- 
ed till 1874, and in 1875 by Person 
C. Cheney, also of Manchester, who 
occupied the chair till June 1877. In 
1885 Mood}' Currier a^sumed the 
office, serving till 1887, and in 1907 
and 1908 Charles M. Floyd was the 

The career of Governor Brown 
has been sketched at length, hereto- 
fore, in the pages of the Granite 
Monthly; but a brief outline of the 
same, at least, seems to be required 
in this connection. Born in the 
town of Xorthwood, July 15, 1853, 
the sim of Charles O. and Sarah E. 
i Langmaid ) Brown, he received 
his education in the public schools, 
at Coe's Academy in Northwood, 
from which he graduated in 1S74, 
and Dartmouth College, class of 
1878, having paid his way largely at 
academy and college from the pro- 
ceeds of his own labor. 

After his college graduation, in 
which he took high rank in a class, 
man}' of whose members have at- 
tained distinction in their several 
spheres of action, Mr. Brown was 
engaged in teaching, serving as an 
instructor in the celebrated Law- 
rence Academv at Groton, Mass.. 



after which he entered upon the 
study of law, which profession he 
had chosen as his life work, enter- 
ing the office of the late Hun. Henry 
E. Burnham of Manchester, and 
continuing at the Boston Universi- 
ty Lav," School, from which he 
graduated in 1884. lie 'was im- 
mediately admitted to the bar and 
commenced practice as a partner of 
Judge Burnham, with whom he was 
associated, with various other part- 
ners, until the Judge's retirement 
to enter the United States Senate, 
when he became the head of the 
firm, which included, at different 
times, the late Edwin F. Jones. 
George H. Warren, Allan M. Wil- 
son and Robert L. Manning. Here 
he continued until 1912. after he 
was appointed by the Supreme 
Court, chairman of the newly creat- 
ed Tax Commission, established bv 
the Legislature of 1911. 

During this long period of pro- 
fessional service Mr. Brown devot- 
ed himself unremittingly to his 
work, thoroughly mastering ail 
phases of the law. both in princi- 
ple and application, so that it may 
safely be said he is the best equip- 
ped lawyer who has held the office 
of Governor of New Hampshire 
since the time of Nathaniel B. Ba- 
ker in 1S53-4. Political life, and the 
promotion which it often brings, 
held no charms for him, though he 
was from youth a firm adherent of 
the Republican party, and a sup- 
porter of its principles and policies. 
Through his professional relations 
with great corporations and bank- 
ing institutions he naturally became 
interested in financial matters, and 
in 1894 became a trustee of the 
Amoskeag Savings Bank, the larg- 
est institution of the kind in the 
state, of which he was made presi- 
dent in 1905, and treasurer and sec- 
retary in 1912. lie has also been 
for some years a director of the 
Amoskeag National Bank, and is 
connected with various other cor- 

porations and business associations. 
In 1911, upon the creation of a 
state board of tax commissioners. 
Mr. Brown was appointed chair- 
man of the board, and continued in 
the position until his resignation 
just previous to his inauguration as 
Governor. In this capacity, as a 
matter of duty as well as inclination, 
be became thoroughly familiar 
with the question of taxation in all 
its forms and phases, and especially 
in its relation to the finances of the 
State, so that he is. today, without 
doubt, more admirably equipped as 
a pilot for the ''Ship of State" in the 
trying voyage of the next two years 
than any other man. 

The first office for which he 
sought the suffrages of the people, 
was that of delegate from his ward 
in Manchester to the Constitutional 
Convention of 1918-21, to which the 
was elected, and over whose delib- 
erations he presided with ability and 
impartiality, through the unanimoiis 
choice of his fellow delegates. His 
candidacy for the guhernatorial 
nomination of his party in the 
September primary was announced 
early last year, and after an active 
canvass, in which two rival aspi- 
rants. Hon. Winsor H. Goodnow of 
Keene and Hon. Arthur P. Morrill 
of Concord participated, he was 
nominated, receiving 24,588 votes, 
to 18,463 for Goodnow and 9,612 for 
Morrill, and at the election in 
November was chosen Governor by 
the vote heretofore mentioned. 

In 1911 Mr. Brown was elected 
to membership upon the board of 
trustees of Dartmouth College 
through the action of a large ma- 
jority of the alumni of the institu- 
tion, and in that capacity has since 
rendered loyal and efficient service, 
the same being so highly appreciat- 
ed that, after the recent death of 
Hon. Benjamin A. Kimball he was 
made a life member of the board. 
He is also trustee of Coe's Academy 
of Northwood and president of the 



board; a member of the N. H. Bar 
Association, the Franklin St. Con- 
gregational church of Manchester, 
the Masonic fraternity, Patrons of 
Husbandry, Psi Upsilon fraternity. 
and the Derryneld Club of Man- 
chester, On'December 20, 1888, 
he was united in marriage with 
Miss .Susie J. Clark of Aver. Mass. 
Upon his inauguration as Gov- 
ernor, January 6, he delivered an 
able and comprehensive inaugural 
message^ including many wise 
recommendations, to which it is 
hoped the legislature will give due 
heed, and concluding with the fol- 
lowing words : 

"This administration will not 
expect to achieve the impossible or 
all of the possible, but it will en- 
deavor, day by day. to do the day's 
work. Thus it will hope to execute 
with reasonable satisfaction the 
great trust with which it has been 
invested by the people of the state." 

The Executive Council. 

Xew Hampshire is one of three, 
states in the union, which retains or 
maintains, an Executive Council, 
constituting a board of advisors to 
the Governor, without whose ■ ap- 
proval he can make no official ap- 
pointment, or issue any pardons, 
but whose assent is not essential to 
his approval or veto of legislative 
action. This council is a relic of 
colonial times, maintained only in 
Massachusetts, and in Xew Hamp- 
shire and Maine formerly associat- 
ed with it. The colonial Gov- 
ernors, appointed by the British 
crown, were provided with a coun- 
cil, whose members were also nam- 
ed by the King, serving as an ad- 
visory and restraining power in 
executive action ; and these States 
in framing their respective consti- 
tutions, retained the council as a 

governmental factor, much to the 
dissatisfaction of not a few men 
win. have since served as Governor 
in the respective states, though the 
majority have generally worked 
harmoniously with their constitu- 
tional associates. 

The five members of the Execu- 
tive Council, for the ensuing two 
years, are all members of the ma- 
jority party, having been elected by 
large pluralities over their Demo- 
cratic opponents, in the political 
landside that swept the country. 

Box. George W. Barnes, Coun- 
cilor for District Xo. 1, is a native 
of the town of Lyme, where he has 
always had his home, born March 
18. 1866, son of Hiram and Esther 
B. (Gillett) Barnes. He was edu- 
cated in the public schools and at 
Thetford and St. Johnsbury, Vt., 
academies, graduating from the lat- 
later in 1891. He has long been ex- 
tensively engaged in agriculture, 
and specializes in the raising of 
tine Hereford cattle and sheep. He 
has. also, large holdings of real 
estate at White River Junction, Yt. 
For some years past, as trustee of 
the estate of his brother, the late 
Herbert H. Barnes, he has 
maintained an office in Boston, 
where he has spent a considerable 
portion of his time; but has never 
relaxed his interest in the public 
affairs of his native town, where he 
has served many years as a member 
of the school board, trustee of trust 
funds and member and chairman of 
the board of selectmen. During the 
late world war he was one of the 
leading men in his section of the 
state in work for the support of the 
government, being a member of the 
State Public Safety Committee and 
Xational Defense League. He was 
the local food administrator, district 


chairman of War Savings Stamp 

work and war historian' for his 
town. He represented the town of 
Lyme in the legislatures of 1915 and 
1917, serving the latter year as 
chairman of the House Coi imittee 
on Public Improvements. In 1919 
he was a member of the- State Sen- 
ate for the Fifth District, where he 

necticut and Passumpsic Rivers R. 
R., and the Connecticut Valley 
Telephone Company, and a trustee 
of Kimball Union Academv and 
of North Thetford, Yt., church 
funds. He is a Methodist, a mem- 
ber of the Masonic fraternity. Pa- 
trons of Husbandry, X. H. Histori- 
cal Society, and the Boston City 

Hox. George W. Barxes. 

was also chairman of the Public 
Improvements Committee, and a 
member of several other important 
committees. As a member of the 
.present Executive Council he serves 
on the Finance Committee and is 
also assigned to service on the 
Board of Trustees of the State 

Councilor Barnes is a trustee of 
the Dartmouth Savings Bank at 
Hanover, a director of the Con- 

Club. He was united in marriage 
December 25. 1877 to Laura A. 
Smith of Hanover. 

Hox. Albert Heslop, Councilor 
for District No. 2, was born in 
Brule. Colchester County, Nova 
Scotia, October 28, 1875, the son of 
Aaron and Rhoda (Lyons) Hislop, 
and was educated in the public 
schools of his native countv. He 



removed to Portsmouth in 1892. 
where he engaged in agriculture, in 

which pursuit he was reared. He 
was for many years superintendent 
of the large Alain farm, one of the 
Lest known in RQckingham Count}',. 
on the Lafayevte Road in Ports- 
mouth, and is still the administrator 
of that properly, although exten- 
sively engaged in other lines of 

famous Rockingham House in 
Portsmouth, and is a large stock- 
holder and managing director in the 
Times Publishing Company, pub- 
lishing the Portsmouth Daily Times 
and the States and Union. An en- 
terprise of no little importance and 
value to the community, in which 
he is engaged, in the manufacture 
of auto bodies, carried on at the 


business. He is associated with 
former Gov. John H. Bartlett, YYm. 
F. Carrigan, and Win. P. Gray in 
the proprietorship of an extensive 
line of moving picture theatres 
(thirty-one in all) in Maine, New 
Hampshire, Vermont and Massa- 
chusetts, and also has an interest 
in the Gordon-Olympia theatres of 
Boston. He is president and treas- 
urer of the Rockingham Hotel Com- 
pany, owning and operating the 

plant formerly occupied as the El- 
dredge brewery, which he purchas- 
ed and remodelled for the purpose. 
He is here employing 75 men at a 
weekly pay roll of some $2,000. 
Notwithstanding his large and 
varied business interests he has 
been active and prominent in pub- 
lic affairs. He was a member of the 
Portsmouth City Council and board 
of public works in 1911, and Mayor 
of the city in 1919-20, chosen by 


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Pythias and 
arwick, Ports- 
'anawav Clubs. 

traction, from the city of Manches- 
ter, to he chosen to this branch of 
the government, and the fact that 
he had never before sought or been 
elected to public office of anv kind, 
and that he was chosen bv'a sub- 
stantial majority, in a district nor- 
mally Democratic, and represented 
by a Democrat in the last Council, 
indicates not only a large measure 

Hox. George E. Trudei 

His council assignments are to the 

Finance Committee and the Board 
of State Prison Trustees. He mar- 
ried. May 23, 1.906, Christina A 
Davidson of Portsmouth, and thev 
have two sons, six and eight years 
of age. 

Hon. George E. Twjdel, Coun- 
cilor ror District Xo. 3, j s the sec- 
ond man of French Canadian ex- 

of personal popularity, but also 
tull confidence m his general busi- 
ness ability. 

Mr. Trudei was born in St. Gre- 
gpire, Xicolet County, Province of 
Quebec, October 27, 1870. son of 
Hilaire and Elenore (Prince) Tru- 

t u He removed to Manchester 
with his parents in early child- 
hood, and has resided there ever 
since, with the exception of a 
period of study at the St. Joseph's 



Academy in St. Gregoire, after 
leaving the grammar school in 
Manchester. He has been engaged 
in the plumbing business in Man- 
chester from youth, and now con- 
ducts a large wholesale business, 
at the South End in that city, deal- 
ing in all kinds of plumbers' sup- 
plies, having previously been for 
sonic years a travelling salesman in 
that line, thereby gaining a wide ac- 

11c is a member of the Finance 
Committee of the Council and 
serves on the board of Industrial 
School Trustees. February 22, 
1892, he married Theodora Coutu 
of Manchester. 

Hon. George L. Sadler, Coun- 
cilor from District No. 4, is a native 
of the State of Connecticut, from 

Hox. George L. Sadler. 

quaintance throughout New Eng- 
land. He is a Roman Catholic in 
religion, and an attendant at St. 
George's Church, Manchester; a 
member of the Knights of Colum- 
bus, the Elks, United Commercial 
1 ravelers, White Mountain Travel- 
ers Association (past president), X. 
E. Order of Protection, Eastern 
Supply Association, Deny field. 
Joliett and Rotary Clubs, and the 
Manchester Chamber of Commerce. 

which state few men have come 
into Xew Hampshire . public life. 
He was born at Windsor Locks, 
December 15, 1867, son of Thomas 
and Elizabeth (Lickiss) Sadler, and 
was educated in the schools of his 
native town. He removed to 
Nashua in 1889, where he has since 
been engaged in connection with 
the electrical light and power works, 
having been for some years past 
superintendent of the Nashua Di- 



vision- of ifehje ', Manchester Traction 

.Lii.HU., and Pow.c.i- G0illf>an}T,: CGIV 

'trolling. . the electrical; supply of 
.both. Manchester and Nashua." He 
.lias . been, an active factor in the 
business, financial, social: arid, re- 
ligious life of his adopted city, as 
well as in military service. He is 
a ;: director ,o£ the Second .National 
Bank- of. .Nashua, .a .Mason of the 
32nd cKgrfe 1 ,;a,inernbcr.uf Bektash 
Temple. X. M. S. ; an Elk, and a 

Sadler was a. member o£ the.- Rouse 
of Representatives, . -from . Ward 2. 
X.ashua. serving, oh .the .Committees 
on. .Labor, and Towns in. -the former 
year, and Roads. Bridges. and : CanaU 
in .the, latter. lie represented: .the 
12th Senatorial. District in. the, la.sf 
Legislature, serving" .as ;; chairman, 
of the Committee ., on -.Towns and 
.Parishes, and as, a member, -of- the 
Judiciary, Labor. Military .Affairs, 
and Railroads Committees. 

Ho.w Fred S. Roberts. 

Ivnight' p'f'Pytfiias/a' member of the 
Nashua '""Country*-' Club, ' of the 
X'. H.' Good' Roads' Association, and 
'various electrical" societies. In re- 
ligion he" belongs to the Protestant 
Episcopal' Church' and is a director 
of. theXashua Y. Mi C* A. ' . He 
served "for 'some' time in : the New 
Hampshne' "National Guard and 
Subsequently in the State Guard. ' ' 
"/In 1909 and again in' 1911 Mr. 

• 'His council assignments'.' are"'to 
the 'State' House" Committee 'and 
the Board of Trustees of the 'School 
for -Feeble Minded. "November 17] 
11598, he was united' in 'marriage witli 
Miss 'Nellie F. MongOya'n. '".'They 
have'dne son, Paul, now a' student 
at Phillip Exeter 'A cade hi v.' ". ' '' 

J Hon. Frkd 'S.'RoyE^Ts, 'Coui:.- 
ciior' from 'District No! 3," is a' Bay 



State man by l">i-"-."::] .- :.'•.■. . • P thAie^,, 
men contributed to Xcv: Hampshire 
business and official life, ... .from ,. 
Massachusetts compared with the 
vast • hfumber of N«w/> .Hampshire 
h&ttvei?.cfm?picvxoUS':in that state in 
business,, professiotiaj ; and /.official 
lines! 'He was born . in Brighton, 
.Mass... son .oL.Oren ..N^. and Julia 
A... (Smith) Roberts. •. .;.;;.:, .:• ";,::,. 
• uWliesfa boy, his parent*, iiiovul to 
Meredith, his father's -native town, 
where he attended :the ■•; public 
school . r. Later . .he went 10 Boston 
to learn the- retail meat ; business in 
the ■ old Royston .Market. . at; ;the 
corner 'Ot Boylstort and Washington 
-Street?, and attended.. i the. Boston 
cvening-schools..': .Two years .later 
.he- 'entered the employment of- his 
uiicle. S ; S. Wiggin. in. ;one .of ..the 
leading I grocery nts tores of. Laconia. 
Be; is now • oriehof Laconia.'s >suc- 
:eessfui- business 'men, .being .engag- 
ed :. m- /the 1 provision J • business. 
He: has- been, active in Republican 
party affairs, served as.! a: member of 
the : Laconia City ; Council from 
1903 to 1906- and represented his 
Ward in the : H mse- ot' .Representa- 

. i'ye^ $n 1905.! -Serving as a member 
of the Committee (mi County Affairs 
.and.-. Fisheries and Came. He rep- 
resented the Sixth District in the 
S t a t e S e n a t e in 1 9 1 7 ,, , w h en he was 
chairman of the important commit- 
tee on, Finance and also held .mem- 
bership ;in : the ..Committees ; on 
p>ank,s rl /Ldncation and, Towns and 
.Parishes. ,, r dn. the, .last;; Republican 
pnrnary; he was a candidate ior the 
iconnp.ilpr, j nomination : , . in. : , District 
.X'o. ;i. wj.ththvee competitors, win- 
ning : by; a .handsome., plurality. In 
the. present .council he is assigned, to 
th.e'/lonimittee on .State House and 
the Board ob Trustees, of the State 
.1 {ospitah,..; | His. religious . affiliation 
i? : with.tjie Congregationalists. and 
in; fraternal, life he is a 32nd degree 
,A.! ; a.son, a., member of, the, , Eastern 
Star and Re.kt.ash Temple, N. M. S;, 
of. ;thfc-,Liks and Knights of Pythias. 
He is vice-president of the. People's 
;Xatiopal,:Rank Qf Laconia, and a 
member, of. the Chamber of Com- 
merce,. , / ,Hc : married Nellie,, M.. 
daughter jpC Calvin. B. , and Amy G. 
.Powers; , ' of. , .Porcliestey.. , , X . ; PL, 
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l -Oi corn, t'nat bowed and. yielded, to .his might.-. 

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By Nit 

How well do I recall my surprise 
and sorrow when John told me, one 
Sunday, of his decision to leave the 
Society. His mother and sister had 
lived there for a short time but were 
now living in Concord. In vain did 
I endeavor to dissuade him. It was 
the first intimation 1 ever had, not- 
withstanding our intimacy, that he 
was less contented than I. With 
me he said it was dirferent. I was 
established, meaning that 1 was 
booked a Shakei for life. How little 
he knew of my real sentiments! He 
had no conviction, he said, no firm 
belief in the Shaker religion. My 
mother was here, his was not, but 
quite near, and lie wanted to see her 
and his sister. Besides he longed 
for a greater independence, to have 
a home of his own. He revolted at 
the idea of being cooped up here all 
his life, made subject to the dictation 
of others no wiser than himself, in 
matters of slight importance, "giving 
up his own way to come or be sent," 
which is the, exact phrasing of the 
promise of a truly consecrated Shak- 

The very next day John made 
known to the elders his decision, and 
was immediately hustled to the of- 
fice, there to be held inconimanicado 
until a convenient opportunity pre- 
sented to send him away. I was 
given no invitation to bid "him good 
by. Possibly permission would have 
been given me had I requested it, 
very probably it would have been 
refused if he had requested it. The 
act of going to the world was akin to 
leprosy. It was apostacy and dan- 
gerously infectious. The narrow- 
ness of my education was powerless 
to cause me to forget or cease to love 
those whom I once loved, whether 
in or out of the village, and I never 

s A. Briggs. 

ceased to love my friend. He died 
several years ago leaving three child- 
ren, lovely girls, all now of middle 
age, two of them having children. 
They all write to me and visit me. 
and daughters of my 'own could 
scarcely be nearer and dearer to me 
than these daughters of my boy- 
hood friend. 

I was making friends amongst the 
people, and I loved many of them 
much as I would my own parents. 
Dear old Elder Robert Fowle, can I 
ever forget him ! Days and days I 
helped him at the mill turning broom 
handles; at the wood shed piling 
wood ; at the strawberry bed in the 
orchard where in one season he rais- 
ed forty bushels of luscious berries. 
He must have liked me. to have had 
me so much with him. Once he gave 
me a lesson on selfishness so tactful- 
ly and gently that it stuck. We 
boys were in the habit of going to 
the East Farm Orchard to get some 
fine early apples that grew there. 
V\ e got windfalls only, as we were 
forbidden to pick or shake them from 
the trees. Just think of going a mile 
after an apple or two. But that was 
a trifle to us. On my return from 
one of these trips one day, the old 
man gently asked me if I thought it 
was fair for us boys to appropriate 
ail the early fruit just because we 
were young and active, and compel 
our older friends to go without, be- 
cause they were unable and had not 
time to get them. In my thought- 
lessness I. had never viewed it this 
way. I accepted the reproof, and 
loved the dear old man better than 

Then there was Sally Ceeley, one 
of the nurses, to whom I was always 
sent when suffering some indisposi- 
tion. She quite adopted me as her 
son, and told me she "loved me par- 
ticularly." Once she gave me a 



great nig bug - , which would no doubt 
have elicited a reproof from the El- 
dress if known. Very likely she con- 
fessed it and received her reproof, 
as I never received a second hug. 

The Eldress was from the very 
first my sp< cial friend. I think she 
realized my delicacy, and to a cer- 
tain extent ray deprivation of con- 
genial associations, and she endea- 
vored to supply this deficiency as 
much as she could without attracting' 
too much attention, and to avoid ap- 
parent favoritism-, 1 was given little 
duties that brought me more inti- 
mately in contact with the sister- 
hood. 1 kept the Elder's wood-box 
at the House supplied, -which gave 
her the opportunity of seeing and 
speaking to me daily. 1 received 
the amusing appointment of rat 
and mouse hunter for the sisters, 
who were authorized to call me at 
any time from any part of the 
Family, and thus I was with the 
sisters more than any other boy. 

All this of course very naturally 
softened the asperities of life and 
aided in my contentment, in conse- 
quence of this more frequent ming- 
ling with the sisters 1 met with 
Helen, who assisted them in various 
duties, particularly at the kitchen, 
which was especially favored, or 
rather afflicted, by the rodents. We 
began to be a little more social, al- 
though our opportunities were of a 
very brief character, but even the 
knowledge that my presence was 
agreeable to her was very pleasant 
to me. 

Returning to the religious observ- 
ances, every evening of the week 
had its special meeting at eight 
o'clock. That of Monday was a reg- 
ular Family meeting, but very short, 
yet we must be in our rooms and re- 
tire the half hour, and then some- 
times the meeting would be called 
off. Wednesday evening service 
was a little longer, and Thursday 
evening still more complete. Tues- 
day and Friday evenings were Union 

meetings as was also that of Sunday. 

Sunday morning was the most 
varied programme of the week. 
On the last Sunday of each month 
the brethren and sisters met in 
separate rooms to learn new songs 
for use in the worship. All were 
Shaker songs, some of home pro- 
duction and others received from 
other societies with whom there 
was frequent communication. On 
the ensuing Sunday all the singers 
met in the meeting room to sing 
and teach them to each other. As 
few of them could read music it was 
tedious, the repeating the songs so 
many times for them to learn. The 
Shaker music was all written with 
letters b, c, d, e, f, g. Flats and 
sharps were abrogated. 

This was in accordance with a 
studied endeavor from the founda- 
tions of the society to as far as 
possible dispense with the produc- 
tions of the world outside, and they 
succeeded in doing this to rather 
a wonderful extent. Their in- 
ventive genius was developed, and 
they claim the invention of the 
corn broom and the circular saw. 

Occasionally on this Sunday 
morning the entire Family met in 
the meeting room to drill in the 
various exercises, of the worship, 
especially the square order, so dif- 
ficult to perform gracefully. At 
other times we would convene to 
listen to the reading of the Church 
Covenant, that every one of twenty- 
one must sign, and again the Or- 
der Book, a compilation of Society 
by-laws, of which there were per- 
haps one or two hundred. The 
following will give an idea of their 

Brethren and sisters must not 
shake hands together; must not 
touch each other unnecessarily, 
must not pass each other on the 
stairs, nor be alone in a room to- 
gether except for a short and neces- 
sary errand ; nor in a room with 
the door closed ; nor ride out alone 



together. If a member shakes 
hands with one of the ether sex 

outside, it must be reported to the 
Elder at first opportunity. 

We must not redrill a hole in 
a rock that has been charged; nor 

graft the pear upon any stock ex- 
cept the quince; nor carry open 
lighted lamps in barns or any out of 
the way places. We may not step 
on the threshold of doors; nor 
touch the woodwork of doors when 
opening and shutting them ; nor put 
our feet on their chair rounds; nor 
lean back in the chair against the 
wall; nor talk after kneeling at 
night before going to bed. 

Brethren must rise in the morn- 
ing at the ringing of the bell, and 
vacate' their rooms within twenty 
minutes thereafter, so the sisters 
can make the beds. Every Friday 
the beds remain unmade all day 
with windows open for a thorough 
airing of room and bedding. 

\ arying the form of meetings, 
sometimes the entire Family would 
be seated upon the wooden benches 
affixed to the wall of the room, and 
beginning with the Elders each one 
would from memory repeat an or- 
der or injunction, of which there 
were plenty to go around and many 
to spare. Seemingly every mo- 
ment throughout the day, week and 
year was covered by some rule. 

It was good discipline, and how- 
ever irksome it seemed it did us 
no harm; on the contrary it served 
to establish a habit of carefulness 
and precision liable to extend 
through life; and many who in dis- 
content left the society in younger 
days have testified to' the helpful- 
ness of this training to gain success 
in business in after life. 

In the earlier days of the society 
the sexes were about equal in num- 
ber. There were sufficient men to 
care for every branch of industry, 
and the idea of having a hired mom 
would have been most revolting. 
Not onlv was almost every con- 

ceivable article used in the society 
made therein by these men, but 
they were fully in the van of 
catering to the' trade. They sup- 
plied the markets with flannel, 
hosiery, pails, tubs, rakes, brooms. 
mortars, candlesticks, herbs, gar- 
den seeds- trusses, several medi- 
cinal preparations, power washing 
machines, deer skin gloves, check- 
erberry oil and apple sauce. They 
manufactured and sold lumber and 
converted the neighbors' grain into 
flour and meal. They made their 
own leather and from it all their 
foot gear, and at their own rude 
foundry cast their stoves and all 
metal articles needed. 

Every man learned a trade of 
some kind and followed it unto the 
end. whether farmer, gardener, 
blacksmith, stone cutter, carpenter, 
clothier or tailor, and all were ef- 
ficient. It was verily a world with- 
in itself. 

They formed eight mill ponds 
and reservoirs on a little run that 
was dry in summer or nearly so, 
and at these ponds built eight mills 
for various purposes. Running 
water was supplied to the Family 
through wooden pipes or logs from 
springs higher up the hill. They 
were as industrious as bees. It was 
a part of their religion to fill every 
moment to the utmost limit. 

I well remember old Calvin Good- 
ell. He was the clothier. His mill 
was under the hill, perhaps sixty or 
eighty rods from the dwelling 
house. He would leave his mid 
at the stroke of the ten minute bell 
with a little basket on his arm con- 
taining needles with broken eyes. 
He would halt a moment, adjust his 
pliers to the needle making the end 
of it a ring, making a pin of it, 
meantime walking a few steps on- 
ward, then stop to affix pliers to 
another needle and so on to the end 
of the route and in the waiting 
room until called to the dining 
hall. He was the most complete 



exemplification of industry I ever 
knew. Of course all were not quite 
like Calvin, but industry was a com- 
pelling virtue, and hands to work 
and hearts to God, their motto. 

But what; a change came over 
the spirit of their dreams. With 
the inevitable passing of the older 
men and the secession of more and 
more of both young and middle 
aged one.-., the numbers began to 
decrease, making necessary new- 
workmen for these places, and this, 
together with increasing difficulty 
in finding suitable material for of- 
ficial positions, demanded frequent 
changes of employment, as is 
pretty well illustrated in my own 

From the age of nineteen to 
hfty-three 1 served three years as 
school teacher, three years as as- 
sistant Elder, eleven years as First 
Elder and eleven years as Trustee 
in official life. In the industrial 
department I was first a broom 
maker, then apprenticed at the busi- 
ness of clothier and dyer and the 
cutting of men's clothes. When 
teaching school in the winter I con- 
ducted the vegetable and fruit gar- 
dens in summer, the maple sugar 
business in the spring, and made 
the Corbett's Shaker Syrup of 
Sarsaparilla, from 600 to 12C0 gal- 
lons of it, in spring and fall. 

My school life closed when I 
was fifteen. I was greatly disap- 
pointed at not being permitted one 
more term as the buys usually were, 
but they seemed to think my educa- 
tion was sufficient for a Shaker. 
As a little condescension I was al- 
lowed to study morning and even- 
ing through the winter, instead of 
making leather mittens as other- 
wise 1 should have done. Even at 
this late date in the Society's his- 
tory erudition was not strongly 
favored. Not many years back 
"God hates grammar" was a com- 
mon expression, and their reading 
was pretty much limited to the 

Bible and Almanacs and the So- 
ciety publications, which were quite 
voluminous. The only newspaper 
taken to serve this bod}' of 160 
people was the Boston Weekly 
Journal, and very few enjoyed the 
separate personal reading of this. 
If 1 recall it correctly, this arrived 
Friday noon. Until supper time it 
was retained by the Elders, and 
then given to a brother who read 
it to the brethren in the evening as- 
sembled in one of the shops. Next 
morning it was given to the Eldress 
who read it in the afternoon to the , 
sisters convened in the dining hall. 

About this time Elder Henry C. 
Bhnn and Eldress Dorothy A. bur- 
gin became the Elders of the Fami- 
ly. Both of them had been teach- 
ers of the school, were highly in- 
telligent and progressive in their 
ideas, and they stimulated reading 
and study, and we now began to 
have The Scientific American. 
Phrenological Journal and Life Il- 
lustrated. A small library had 
been formed a little while before, 
of all books belonging to the mem- 
bers, and this library was enlarg- 
ed gradually until we had, as near- 
ly as J can remember, about 3000 
volumes. There was little or no 
fiction. I do not recall a single 
book of this kind ; it was and al- 
ways had been banished absolutely 
from the Society. Yet naughtily 
we boys and young men now and 
then allowed ourselves to read the 
stories in the magazines to which 
we occasionally had access. 

Elder Henry came to the Society 
from Providence at the age of 
sixteen. He was then serving an 
apprenticeship as a printer, and this 
partially acquired trade was. almost 
at once put to good use in the 
printing of herb labels and garden 
seed literature, and he also printed 
and bound The Sacred Roll, a 
Shaker publication edited, or in- 
spired at Mt. Lebanon. 

Elder Henry was of a fine per- 



sonal presence, dignified and court- 
eous in manner and indeed a model 
gentleman. He was quite a me- 
chanic, and a finished workman in 
whatever he engaged. He was a 
beautiful penman and general good 
teacher, and would have attained 
high proficiency in a theological 
school, as that seemed to be his 
literary preference. He did hold 
Bible School at the Village, and 
he delved in Mosheim and other 
ecclesiastical scholars. A familiar- 
ity with the classics and best fiction 
would have rounded out his char- 
acter and made him more able as 
a leader. 

He was possessed of a fine voice, 
but as a public speaker was neither 
forcible nor convincing. He was 
kind and fatherly to children, but 
failed to bind them to him with a 
warmth of affection extending to 
later years. He was not a good 
judge of human nature, hence a 
brilliant and flash}- character ap- 
pealed to him more strongly than 
one of less shining talent even if 
of infinitely greater sterling worth. 

Me was endowed with consider- 
able constructive ability, but this 
was offset by unusual timidity. He 
seldom projected an enterprise, 
nor did he extend sympathy and 
the assistance that his position en- 
abled him to do to his brethren who 
endeavored by enterprise to ad- 
vance the interest of the people. 
He shrank from the responsibility 
of making a decision in a business 
matter, and was sensitive to the 
last degree to any possible criticism 
that might attach to him for any 
mistake in such decision. 

In emergences he was dazed and 
quite helpless. He had little per- 
sonal magnetism to bind the people 
to himself, .and without Dorbthy 
Durgin the society at Canterbury 
would not have been, as it was, the 
foremost one in the land. 

But Elder Henry, if not a strong 
man, was possessed of lovely traits 

of character. He was a charming 
companion as I well know from an 
intimate association with him in the 
Eldership. He was very liberal in 
his views, so much so indeed that 
had all in the societies been like 
minded there would long ago have 
been no Shakers at all, for he con- 
tended, and at times so affirmed to 
his fellow officers, that the Com- 
munity of Interest was a mistake; 
but he never attempted to explain 
how otherwise the sect could be 

He was one of the cleanest, ptpr- 
est minded men it has ever been 
my good fortune to know, and al- 
though we differed radically in 
some things importantly affecting 
the Society, yet 1 remember him 
with the greatest respect and love. 
It is well that the lapse of time en- 
ables us to forget differences to 
which human nature is liable, and 
to dwell only upon the good and 

I am regretfully compelled to be- 
lieve from reliable information, that 
his last days were not happy ones, 
and that he died a disappointed 
man. All his effort as an editor of 
the Shaker periodical and all his 
public speaking had not gained one 
convert to the faith, and doubtless 
it seemed to him as love's labor 
lost. He lived to see the Society 
reduced to a mere fragment of what 
it once was, and could but realize 
the inevitable result of a few more 

Eldress Dorothy was the count- 
erpart of Elder Henry, and in her 
liability in the intensity of her 
nature to go to extremes, he acted 
as a healthy check, resulting in a 
safer action. She was the back- 
bone of the Family, the success and 
continuance of which was due to 
her more than to any other mem- 
ber, if not indeed to all the others 
combined. She was of tireless 
energy and superb executive capa- 
citv. Of boundless ambition, she 



•used it exclusively for her people. 
The strength of her religious faith 
seemed at times to verge upon the 
fanatical. Being a little Jesuitical 
she inclined to he a little unscrupu- 
lous in her methods, hut she was 
sincere, self sacrificing and unre- 
mitting in devotion to the cause 
to which she had given her life. 

Very different from Elder Henry, 
she imposed no restriction upon 
herself in reading. She managed 
to get most of the leading novels of 
the times. She had quite a library 
of fiction, and sometimes loaned the 
books to those with whom in her 
opinion it was safe. While she 
would not admit the fact even to 
her compeers, 1 know that her 
ideas in regard to Shakerism under- 
went a radical change many years 
before she. died, and her belief in 
the perpetuity of the society was a 
thing of the past. She had gradu- 
ated to quite an extent from the 
narrow-mindedness in regard to se- 
ceding members that obtained in 
earlier times, but she was not con- 
sistent in that while she corres- 
ponded freely with some who had 
left the Society, she discouraged 
and prevented others from doing 

Under her supervision the most 
complete system prevailed in every 
department of the sisterhood. 
Xothing escaped her eye. Through 
her lieutenants she was almost om- 
nipresent. Every one had her as- 
signed duties and the Eldress knew 
unfailingly whether or no they were 
performed. She was often in the 
kitchen to see thai: every dish was 
well cooked, and in the dining room 
examining it as it came upon the 
table ; and many a time she would 
herself wait upon the table to make 
sure we received all needful atten- 
tion. Every girl was scrutinized 
as to her clothing and manners to 
the confusion of the careless of- 

In a few months' visit at the So- 

ciety of South Union, Ky., I had 

opportunity to observe the contrast 
m the management of an Institu- 
tion.' In one of the Families there, 
trie kitchen and its appurtenances, 
its dour and meal bins were less 
neat and tidy than the feed room of 
our hen house at home, demonstra- 
ting the fact that the virtues and 
defects were attributable rather to 
the directors and personnel in each 
case, than to the Institution itself. 

Canterbury was fortunate in hav- 
ing able leaders from the very 
first of its existence, and fortunate 
in having so able a woman until 
near its ending. Dorothy possess- 
ed great ideality, which the pe- 
culiar ideas and the exalted spiritual 
belief of the Shakers gave full 
scope ; and being placed there when 
a young child, and coming to 
womanhood in the greatest spirit- 
ualistic history of the Society, she 
became one of their most powerful 
mediums, having visions and songs 
and spiritual gifts almost innum- 
erable and dwelling in the Heavens 
most of the time : but in later years 
she came down to the earth and 
found that to be the more solid 

Although the Shakers have al- 
ways recognized the most perfect 
equality- of the sexes, yet in certain 
conditions, as for instances in wor- 
ship, both cannot lead, and in this 
and similar cases the initiative was 
always conceded to the brethren. 
So also, as there was no divided 
financial interest, the brethren only 
were Trustees, the title of the Of- 
fice sisters being Office Deaconess- 
es. The brethren kept all the 
books of account, and in their 
names were made all deeds and 
titles to real estate. 

In the earlier part of her official 
career Dorothy was very deferen- 
tial to her brethren, and insistently 
urged this upon her sisters, and 
the mutual relations of the sexes 
was very harmonious. But later 


in life, when the ranks of the 
brethren became depleted and the 
general character of their ability 
weakened; and while on the other 
hand the sisterhood retained, and 
in some respect exceeded its form- 
er vig >r. it was quite natural that 
Dorothy should realize and be 
tempted to exercise her superiority- 
ll was also only natural that the 
brethren should resent the usurpa- 
tion of their old time prerogatives 
and upon occasion make it ap- 

The sisters finally demanded a 
separate interest in business. They 
sold the product of their industry, 
kept separate books of account and 
managed their own finances inde- 
pendently. Little by little they ac- 
quired the larger portion of the au- 
thority and deciding voice. It 
proved to be a mistaken policy. It 
caused dissension and was a fruit- 
ful cause of the loss of some of 
their best men. a misfortune which 
thev most deeply deplored. 

Eldress Dorothy was a woman of 
unusual magnetic power, and could 
sway her sisters pretty much at her 
own sweet will. She had a big 
motherly heart, but there were op- 
posing sides to her character. She 
could and would be wonderfully 
kind and motherly, or she could 
ami would inflict a verbal laceration 
or icily freeze the very soul of the 
victim of her displeasure. She 
would for extended periods inflict 
humiliation upon some poor girl, 
seeking to crush her spirit, or pride, 
as she called it ; would isolate her 
for days from association with her 
companions. She could mortify 
them in the presence of other sis- 
ters until the worm would some- 
times turn and decide to leave the 

When she found she had gone too 
far no one could exceed her in at- 
tempting a reparation. She would 
pet and caress them and elevate 
them to the seventh Heaven of her 

love. Nothing was now too good for 
them. She would procure rides for 
them, possibly give them some de- 
sired article of clothing, or a visit 
with a brother of whom the girl was 
especially fond, and the Eldress was 
well informed upon this point. 

But with many of her young sis- 
ters, the high spirited ones and 
some whom she most greatly desir- 
ed to keep, there came a last time 
for endurance. They broke under 
the strain and sallied forth to seek 
and to make another home. Even 
then, after thev had actually gone 
out, the Eldress endeavored, time 
after time to recall them, but very, 
very seldom did one return after 
tasting the joy of independence and 
finding that they were not troubled 
by conscience or remorse, as the 
supposed penalty for their secession. 

In the evening of her life the 
Eldress made a radical change in 
dealing with her young people, and 
sought to make of them good moral 
women rather than mere religious 
devotees. I am informed by those 
who attended her in her last illness 
that she. like Elder Henry, died 
unhappily. Very much of her time 
for weeks previous to her death was 
spent in weeping. What the bur- 
den of her sorrow was remained 
un revealed, as she shared with no 
one her confidence. She prayed for 
an extended lease of life, but 
whether to finish some uncomplet- 
ed work or to atone for some re- 
gretted act must remain a mystery. 

At the age of sixteen I was placed 
with Benjamin Smith, who was the 
clothier and tailor. The sisters ran 
the looms at the mill, and my duties 
brought me into close association 
with them. .When we washed the 
wool other sisters always rendered 
assistance. At these times our din- 
ner was brought to us and we ate 
it together in a nice social way. 
From now on I was associated with 
sisters in my work more or less, and 
more so than any other of the boys 



or young men: but all the time the 
Kkiresscs were looking after our 
protection, and when for any pur- 
pose sisters spent a day or less in 
company with one or more of the 
other sex whether at work or in a 
ride, their first duty after such 
event was a report to the Elders all 
that transpired, giving all possible 
account of the conversation. 

After leaving the Boys Order 1 
enjoyed many opportunities of 
meeting Helen Olney. She soon 
became a member oi. one of the 
crews that took their turns in cook- 
ing. ?nd as my trap setting took me 
into the kitchen quite frequently, 
we would see and speak to each 
other when her turn came around. 
When not in the kitchen she waited 
upon our table, month after month 
for vears. At such times meal af- 
tei meal we could exchange smiles 
of recognition. Then there came 
a time when we attended the same 
Union meeting, and we then could 
talk together as we pleased. When 
ill my care of the garden the peas, 
beans, strawberries and currants 
were ready for harvesting and for 
the table, that was the sisters' job, 
and Helen was sometimes one of 
the company, and often I would 
spend a few moments picking them 
with her into her basket or pail. 
A currant bush afforded a nice cozy 
place for a tryst, a very little bit all 
to ourselves. Xo words were ever 
.->poken that might not with pro- 
priety been uttered most publicly, 
nor did our hands ever touch; but 
the little exclusive ness of it was 
most delicious. 

1 was ever careful meanwhile to 
give sufficient attention to the 
others to avoid comment and jeal- 
ousy. Eventually conscience began 
to make a little havoc with what I 
feared was a violation of strict 
Shaker propriety. I was conscious 
of loving Helen better than the 
other girls, and that I was indulg- 
ing in a little partiality when we 

were taught to love all equally. 
Like a good Shaker I confessed this 
to my Elder. I do not recall what 
he said to me but lie did not re- 
prove me. In fact I am inclined to 
think it was a novelty to have a 
young man voluntarily state such 
a fact. 

From some remarks made to me 
by the Eldress some time after- 
wards 1 knew he must have told 
her. Naturally I felt chagrined 
at first at what seemed a betrayal 
of my confidence, but 1 found it 
real!}- increased her esteem for me, 
and she pursued a very tactful and 
judicious course in regard to it. If 
in similar cases where two young 
people evinced a fondness for each 
other- she had been equally discreet 
site might have experienced better 

Still in most other cases there 
may have been clandestine inter- 
views in out of the way places, with 
possible embraces and kisses, and 
the passing of notes. 1 do not 
know, but if so, and if disccwery 
was made to the Elders through no 
honesty of the young folks them- 
selves, in that case they forfeited, to 
a certain extent, their right to com- 
plete confidence. 

In bur case, instead of trying to 
prevent our intercourse she really 
provided opportunities for it. Oc- 
casonaliy I would be sent to Con- 
cord or some other place on busi- 
ness, and if consistent, would offer 
to take two or three sisters for a 
ride. In such cases Helen would 
sometimes form one of the party, 
and I knew that her inclusion was 
for the purpose of pleasing me. 

In this connection I think it will 
not be amiss to note a few instances 
of this kind to show that human 
nature crops out in Shaker Village 
as elsewhere, and again to accredit 
the Shakers with using every pos- 
sible effort to maintain a clean 
chaste life in full accordance with 
what they profess. For obvious 



reasons 1 withhold the true names 
of the persons participating in these 
incidents, although nearly all of 
them have long since gone to that 
undiscovered country from whose 
bburri no traveller returns. 
• Elbridge Jones and Susan Has- 
kell formed a mutual attachment 
and planned to elope. The girl re- 
pented and confessed. She lived to 
old age and died at the Village. 
The young man left the Society, as 
was invariably the case with the 
young men, enlisted in the Union 
army and died in a hospital from 

George Mason and Harriet 
Adams became affected with the 
same malady. George left and not 
long thereafter was killed by an 
explosion of a powder mill. Har- 
riet finally withdrew and is still 
living at an advanced age. 

Giber t Brown came to the So- 
ciety when a child. He was as 
conscientious and efficient as any 
man of the Society. He became 
warmly attached to a beautiful girl 
of about my age. some eight years 
younger than himself, and his af- 
fection was returned by her. While 
1 do not know the particulars of 
the affair, 1 do know enough to be- 
lieve that the girl confessed to the 
Eldress. and the man was talked to 
in a manner that he resented. There 
must have been a bad break some- 
how for he was removed to the 
North Family and it almost broke 
his heart. He was my very dear 
friend and he confided to me his 
sorrow at leaving the home of his 
childhood, and the bitterness he felt 
toward those officers for their in- 
justice to him. My sympathies 
were with him and I visited him at 
the Xorth Family in the fields and 
woods wdiere he worked. He was 
an Elder there until he withdrew a 
few years later. The girl died be- 
fore he left. He never married. 
The "lives of both were blighted. 
i know that she continued to visit 

him after his moving to the other 
Family, showing her love was still 
there. It was truly a sad case. 

'i'wo brothers, children of parents 
who, joined the Shakers early in 
the forties, each had a girl love, and 
it was known by everybody. The 
Eldresses omitted no etfort to break 
up the affairs. Both couples were 
infatuated and much in earnest 
about it. They were watched and 
the girls were guarded, and one 
man was removed to another Fami- 
ly and the girl loved by the other 
man to still another 1 Family and 
yet the business went merrily on 
until finally one girl, or woman, 
for both were over thirty, left the 
society, followed very soon by her 
lover. The other brother left soon 
after, but his love remained in the 
society quite a time, but finally 
followed the others and all were 
married at last. An occasional 
elopement would occur without any 
knowledge by the Elders of any 
unlawful intimacy existing. Some 
projected elopements were foiled, 
yet in such cases the spell usually 
remained unbroken, and the final 
clearance only a little while defer- 

The record of my personal ex- 
periences would not be complete 
without referring again to my men- 
tal attitude ; whether 1 had become 
reconciled to the situation ; whether 
I had attained contentment and 
happiness. I was growing strong 
in faith. My purpose to always 
remain a Shaker was fixed. 1 be- 
lieved the gaining of Eternal Life 
was worth all the sacrifice of earth- 
ly pleasure. I feared in turning 
back to worldly enjoyments to lose 
for ages my opportunities for sal- 
vation, my rightful place in the 
ranks of the just made perfect. Yes, 
it was fear that held me. This life 
possessed little charm. There was 
little of joy in it for me. Year af- 
ter year I longed for death, but 
wanted to die a Shaker. Night af- 



ter night as 1 laid my bead upon 

my pillow did 1 wish it might he my 
last day upon earth. My physical 
condition may have had something 
to do with this. Not being strong 
I may have heen a little morbid. 
I was seldom ill enough to keep 
me from cork, and I worked hard 
and faithfully. I was nut continual- 
ly under depression. I did not wear 
my heart upon my sleeve. I never 
gave expression to my feelings, and 
1 am sure no one ever guessed them, 
and if my old friends could read 
these lines they would be surprised 
in the extreme. 

I am absolutely certain, how- 
ever, that his feeling was shared by 
many others, particularly so of the 
young women. It was the inevi- 
table consequence of an unnatural 
life shut oil from the sweetest pleas- 
ures that gladden the human heart. 
Just at the stage when the young 
man craves a love all his very own, 
and in its joys the future looks so 
beautiful, he finds himself immured 
in an Institution of sexual convent 
gloom. Surround it as you will by 
attempt to make it gladsome, you 
cannot change its nature nor the 
effect of it. 

Visitors to our Village, seeing 
the neatness and order everywhere 
conspicuous; partaking of the viands 
invitingly spread upon the table ; 
beholding the smiling faces of the 
sisters, and listening to the well- 
trained and musical voices of their 
singers, may well believe that hap- 
piness here reigns supreme, and may 
indeed wonder low any one could 
leave this lovely place. But were 
they gifted to delve deeply into the 
human heart, to feel its cravings, 
its almost agonizing longing for 
pleasures from which the Shaker 
is and necessarily must be debar- 
red, they would understand that 

which is difficult and almost im- 
possible to describe. 

Another fact must be admitted. 
To one who has been a Shaker 
from early childhood, the troubles 
of lite outside, its dangers, its stren- 
uousness are unknown. He dwells 
chiefly upon that of which he is de- 
prived. He needs experience to 
teach him the value of a shelter 
from the evil and sins of the world, 
and hence we see the reason for the 
uneasiness of the young people. 
In the earlier da} s the society was 
very largely of older persons who 
had mingled with the world, be- 
come familiar with its rougher side, 
and thereby were made able to ap- 
preciate a more quiet life. 

On arriving at the age of twenty- 
one every one was required to sign 
the Covenant, thereby accepting all 
the responsibilities and becoming 
eligible to all the privileges of 
membership. They now dedicated 
soul and body to the sacred cause. 
They renounced all claim to private 
property, and if any came to them 
by will or inheritance it must be 
transferred to the general fund. 
If they should leave the Society 
they could claim no compensation 
for services rendered. The signing 
of the Covenant was usually made 
an impressive event. In so large 
a number of young people there 
would often be several of nearly 
the same age. The signing of the 
older ones would be delayed until 
all of the class arrived at the right 
age, and if one of this number with- 
drew from the Society it was made 
to appear a matter of great re- 
proach, and somewhat of a disgrace 
to the entire company. I think the 
company with whom I signed the 
covenant consisted of three brethren 
and eight sisters, of whom Helen 
was one. 

To be Continued. 



By IVilliam C. A dims. 

Once there lived a mighty chieftain. 
Good and wise Pemigewasset, 
Chief ( l redmen of the mountains, 
Eyes as bright as sun at midday, 
Swift on foot as bounding red deer; 
On the wartrail bad no equal ; 
Louder titan the howl of grey wolf 
Was his warery, was his warwhoop 
When he called his braves together, 
When he called them forth to battle. 

Pemigewasset, prophet, seer, 
Mighty chieftain of the mountains, 
Loved the mountains and the woodlands, 
Loved the rivers and the fountains, 
L'Oved all nature, loved his people, 
Knew the long trails, cross the mountain: 
Knew the pathways through the forests, 
Often talked with the Great Spirit, 
Lived in peace with friendly nations. 
Thus lived Chief Pemigewasset, 
Chief of redmen of the mountains. 

In the valley all was peaceful, 

In the village all was stillness. 

In the wigwam all was quiet. 

Xow a warwhoop rent the air, 

"Twas the warwhoop of the Mohawks, 

They had come from lands far westward. 

From the land across the river, 

Come to fight Pemigewasset ; 

Hurled themselves upon his people. 

Hand to hand in fur}' fought they, 

Fought till stars came out at night time. 

Proud and brave Pemigewasset 
On to vict'ry led his brave men, 
Scattered wide the Mohawk warriors, 
Shattered all their hopes of vict'ry. 
But the chief Pemigewasset 
Still determined, still defiant, 
Called together all his warriors, 
Told them all about the Mohawks, 
Told them how they broke their treaties, 
How they never kept a promise, 
How they warred upon his people, 
That the cunning Mohawk warriors 
Must be driven from the mountains. 


Then the brave Pemigewassets 

On their laces spread the warpaint, 

Brought their arms of warfare hither, 

Madly in pursuit they followed 

Followed they the Mohawk warriors. 

Stopped not till they reached the river 

Where they halted for the night time. 

Where they waited for the morning 

To renew once more their warfare. 

But the sly and craft}" Mohawks 

Under cover of the darkness. 

With the cunning of the red fox 

Spied the brave Pemigewassets, 

Seized and bound them as they slept there, 

Took them captive in the night time, 

Then the cheering Mohawk warriors 

Quickly led their captives homeward, 

In the prison safely placed them, 

Then they waited for the morning. 

Rut Minerwa, Mohawk princess, 
Saw the chief, Pemigewasset, 
She admired him, loved him warmly. 
Planned at once to give him warning. 
From his bonds she quickly freed him, 
Then straightway freed his warriors. 
Now the princess, proud Minerwa, 
Knew full well that on the morrow 
With her life must pay the forfeit 
For betraying thus het people, 
Planned to join Pemigewasset. 
That she might deceive her father, 
Make him think that she had perished, 
She ran quickly to the water 
Her canoe in haste unfastened 
Thus unfastened, she upturned it 
Pushed it out upon the water, 
On the water left it drifting 
Then made haste to join the chieftain. 

In the morning when the sun rose 
Looked in vain the Mohawk chieftain 
For his captives from the mountains 
They had vanished in the night time 
Taking with them proud Minerwa 
Who the father thought had perished. 
She had joined Pemigewasset, 
Took him for her husband, 
Journeyed with him to his wigwam 
In his home among the mountains. 


Sadly walked the Mohawk chieftain 

In and out among his people 

For his thoughts were on his daughter, 

On the princess, on Minerwa. 

Sadder grew each day the old man 

And each day he grew more feeble. 

Lingered ever near the water 

Where he thought his daughter perished. 

Years thereafter came some warriors 
From the Hurons to the mountains. 
Came from lands thai la_\ far westward. 
Came to fight Pemigewasset, 
Came to war upon his people. 
Fiercely waged the cruel warfare 
And the chief, Pemigewasset, 
In the leg was badly wounded. 
But the Hurons were defeated. 
Driven quickly from the mountain. 
By chance a Huron warrior 
Saw Minerwa. saw the princess. 
Saw the daughter of the chieftain. 
Wife of Chief Pemigewasset. 
Straightway told the Mohawk chieftain 
That he'd seen Minerwa. princess, 
That she lived among the mountains. 
Wife of Chief Pemigewasset. 
Xow in close attention listened 
'Idle old chieftain to the story 
To the message of the warrior. 
Though his head was bowed in silence 
In his breast his heart was throbbing 
For he longed to see his daughter 
Who he thought long since had perished. 
Sent for her to come and see him. 
Promised that she'd have protection 
On her journey through the forests. 
And the daughter's heart grew softer 
When she heard her father's message. 
Then Minerwa planned the journey, 
Planned to go and see her father 
Who had now grown old and feeble. 
But the chief, Pemigewasset, 
Lamed in battle with the Hurons 
Could not take the journey with her; 
He would wait upon the mountain, 
He would wait there for her coming 
They would talk each day in smoke sign: 
Thus they parted as young lovers 
Thinking soon they'd see each other 
In their home among the mountains. 
On the- mountain top he waited 


™ U H S v T ; ! nd nursed her ^ther 
| « the Mohawks spirit left him 

Iher .she .turned her footsteps homeward. 

Soon .1 h r- h ° n : e amon gTthe mountains. 
Soon shed see her chieftain husband. 
sut, alas, her hopes soon vanished 
£or she met a termer suitor. 
Filled with rage he seized and bound her 
fold her that she soon must perish ' 

Humbly there she plead for mercy 
But no mercy showed the warrior, 
1 hus she perished in the forest 
Thus site talked no more in smoke signs 
10 her husband in the mountain. 

Still the chieftain lingered, waited 
For the princess, for Minenva 
v? Tf h r the summ ers, through the 
Waited there Pemigewasset 
Keeping watch upon the mountain. 
ie.r by year he sat and waited 
K-u the princess, for Minenva. 
Feebler grew each year the chieftain 
Then oned ay his spirit left him, 
{-ei t to join his wife Minerwa 
In the Hunting- Grounds far westward 

That this story of devotion 

Of the chieftain for his princess 

May thus never be forgotten, 

1 he Great Spirit carved .a profile, 

Carved It in the cold gray granite, 

Carved a face upon the cliff side 

Fa7eJrX-?i M ™ ° f the fountain/ 
lace of Chief Pemigewasset. 





By Ham 

As Persis Fisher stood feeding the 
chickens the bright California sun 
touched her narrow-chested figure 

with a pitiless finger. It showed 
with no softening shadows, the an- 
gular temples and tight little knot 
of brown hair. The clear eyes, 
however, needed no shading. 

From her porch the next neigh- 
bor called : "Mis' Brandts has gone.*' 

"Gone! Gone where?" 

"Gone to Alaska an' the Knoltons 
are going to Niagara tomorrow. 
Some folks do have a good time 
in this world. I reckon ther's no- 
body'd like to see the pretty places 
of this world Fetter than I, but 
here I'm stuck." 

Giving her pan a final shake, Per- 
sis turned toward the porch, resting 
her back against a post. A tiny 
smile wrinkled the corners of her 
mouth. "I guess," she said, "there's 
lots of pretty places to see." 

"I always wanted to go to 
Niagara, an' th' Yellowstone, an' 
then to E-e-urup." 

The smile in Persis eyes deep- 
ened. "I'd love to travel," she af- 
firmed, "and see all that but"- — 
hesitating. "1 guess some place is 
prettier to each of us than any 
other. Maybe like the rainbow- 
each sees her own. I guess Joe 
English Hill would be my prettiest 

"Joe English Hill! For goodness 
sake who is that ?" 

Persis laughed aloud. "It isn't 
a he. It is a hill in Xew Hamp- 
shire. Mother was born at the foot 
of it and I guess there isn't a pret- 
tier place in the world." 

"Joe English Hill," repeated the 
other woman. 

"Its named for Joe English who 
was chased there by Indians. Its 
just granite, smooth like the head 
of a bald man, with trees growing 

't Pervier. 

along the lower edges. Joe English 
ran up on top with the Indians close 
behind. There was no place to 
hide. The side of the hill goes down, 
straight, most as steep as the side 
of a house." 

Persis stopped talking and star- 
ed out in front as if she could see 
the man on the hill. 

' What'd he do?" the neighbor 
demanded in sharp tones. 

"Oh," Persis started as if recall- 
ed from a distance, "there was a pile 
of brush just at the edge of this 
steep place. Joe English dived un- 
der that and the Indians were run- 
ning so fast they could not stop and 
so fell over." 

"They weren't very bright In- 
dians." retorted the neighbor in dis- 

Persis smiled. "I used to think 
that too. but," wistfully, "I wish I 
could see Joe English Hill." 

"Haint you ever seen it?" 

"No, I've never been east." 

"1 can't see how it could be 
pretty, just a chunk of rock." 

"I guess that is my own rainbow." 
replied Persis. smiling wdiimsically 
to herself as she went into the 

A few weeks later Persis stood 
in the doorway talking to stout, old 
Dr. Morley. Her eyes peered out 
of her waxen face with a dazed look. 
"Doctor," she faltered, "are you 
sure ?" 

"Miss Persis, it is my business to 
be sure. I can't afford to be guess- 

Smiling vaguely she swept the 
back of her hand across here eyes. 
"How long?" 

"Four months — with extreme 
care, maybe six." 

"You are sure that I can not live 
more than six months?" 



"Sure," snapped the doctor, feel- 
ing making him brusque. 

After a silence that listed a long 
minute she exclaimed. "Doctor Mor- 
ley I'm going home." 

This was a changed woman, a 
smiling, exultant, radiant creature. 

"S-sure-sure," the man fairly 
stuttered in Ids surprise. 

'•You don't under sta ltd." she 
laughed. "All my life 1 have want- 
ed to see New Hampshire. Mother 
was horn there and talked so much 
about it 1 felt that I knew and lov- 
ed it as she did. Since she left me 
I wanted to go there hut all I had 
was this house. Now I can sell the 
place and go home. I can go to 
joe English Hill." 

"E-eh." said the doctor. 

"That's the hill where mother 
lived," site explained. 

The following month was a busy 
one for Persis. She sold her small 
property and with all her worldly 
possessions packed in two unpre- 
tentious trunks was ready for the 
east. During this time her talk 
was not of the relatives she was to 
see for the first time, nor of the 
country she was to traverse, but of 
Joe English Hill. She did not seem 
to dread the parting from life long 
friends or the inevitable ending 
that was approaching. Her only 
fear was that she might not live to 
see Joe English Hill. 

When the morning came for her 
start, a crowd of kindly neighbors 
gathered to see her off on her 
journey "home" and to load her 
with gifts. She was almost the 
only one who shed no tear, but with 
a radiant smile waved to them from 
the car as long as she could dis- 
tinguish a face. 

That was a wonderful journey, 

The gaunt, shy old maid usually 
afraid of strangers, made friends all 
along the way. She seemed to have 
shed the husk of self-consciousness 
and to be thinking only of the won- 
drous thing that was coming to her. 

She talked with a hard faced 
woman about going "home," till the 
paint, which Persis never saw., was 
tear streaked. 

She never knew that one blase 
traveling man after listening to the 
story and perhaps reading a tale 
that her lips did not utter, rushed 
to the rear and with a queer mist 
before his eyes said a word that 
would have shocked the gentle old 

When Persis entered the car a 
stout, high-nosed woman had taken 
a long look at her through a gold 
lorgnette, starting at the hem of 
her neat serge dress and ascending 
slowly to the wing on her hat. 
Then the stout woman turned aside 
in disdain. 

When Persis left the car at 
Chicago- this woman sent a porter 
scurrying after her with a filled 
thermos bottle, a silver flask of 
brandy and a message for her to 
take them to keep up her strength 
to reach Joe English Hill. 

"What good people there are in 
this world," Persis said to the 
cousin who had come to meet her. 

She remained only a few days in 
Chicago for a needed rest and could 
not be persuaded to stop longer 
because she was anxious to reach 
New Hampshire. Leaving Chicago, 
she made the accjuaintance of a 
girlish bride whose husband was a 
railroad man. Persis told her 
about Joe English Hill. Perhaps 
that might help explain how it 
happened that people smiled "upon" 
her so pleasantly, and all the train 
men were so considerate. She w r as 
showered with candy, fruit and 
magazines. The flowers at her 
chair vied w ith those of the actress 
two seats in front. Even wdien 
she changed to another road the 
kind attentions followed her. 

It was a very frail, tired woman 
that left the train at the small New- 
Hampshire station just as evening 
was darkening the late July sky. 


A cousin, living on the place where 
her mother had been born, met her 
with a comfortable carriage. He 
lifted her into the carriage like a 
child. She rewarded him with a 
happy if somewhat wan smile. 

As they drove across a small 
wooden bridge she bent forward to 
look at the brook. "That must be 
where mother and Uncle Charlie 
used to fish." she announced. 

"That brook's too shallow to have 
big fish," replied the cousin. 

"Mother used to say it sang over 
the stones like a happy child at 

"Deep waters run still," the 
cousin quoted in oratorical tones. 

Later when they crossed another 
bridge she did not try to look at it. 
"1 expect the Cardinal Flower is 
in blow," she remarked. 

"Saw some yesterday.*' 

"I never saw it but I guess it is 

"A good hill of beans looks pret- 
tier to me," he answered. 
• "Everyone to their own rain- 
bow," said Persis with a faint 

The cousin privately believed 
that her mind wandered. At the 
end of the long ride she was so 
tired she had to be carried into the 
house. Her last words were "To- 
morrow I'll see Joe English Hill." 

"Don't set your heart much on 
that," said the cousin's wife, "for 
it aint much, to see." 

The next morning she was un- 
able to get out of bed. Among the 
pillows her colorless waxen face 
looked a lifeless thing until she 
opened her excited, sparkling eyes. 
She hardly touched breakfast. But 
she would i.ot allow the shade rais- 
ed so that she might look out of the 

After a rest she asked if the sun 

shone on joe English Hill. Being 
told that ;t did, she explained to 
the woman, "You see I've heard 
most all my life, while mother was 
with me that is, about Joe English 
Hill, i guess its the loveliest thing 
cm God's earth. I'm glad I shall 
see it first with the sun on its bald 

The kindly woman opened her 
lips to reply then hesitated and 
closed them again. 

A little while later she asked, 
"Shall I put you in the big chair 
and push it to the window so that 
you can look out?" 

"if you only would," the sick 
woman cried in an ectasy of delight. 

It was done very gently but af- 
terward Persis lay among the pil- 
lows gasping. The woman stretch- 
ed out a hand to raise the shade 
but Persis stopped her. Several 
long minutes she lay wth closed 
eyes while the woman waited. 
'1 hen opening them suddenly she 
sat erect saving, "Now, please." 

Again the woman opened her 
lips to speak, but looking at the wide 
brilliant eyes, closed her mouth 
into a grim, straight line. Quick- 
ly she reached for the cord and 
pulled the shade high. 

Persis breathing jerkily, leaned 
forward in her chair, her happy 
eyes focusing on the bare, ugly, 
rocky hill before her. Ller eyes 
widened with a look that was al- 
most fear. 

The watching woman gripped 
the chair-back till her knuckles 
whitened from the pressure. 

Persis suddenly turned to her 
with a smile. "I guess — it isn't 
hozv things look— its just love makes 
them beautiful." Then the tired 
head dropped back among the pil- 



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Brookes More a prize of 350 is offer- number of entries for the contest 

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Braithwaite and former Governor 


By Virginia B. Ladd. 

Snow everywhere we look! Great banks of snow— 
The village street hard-trampled as a floor. 

The mercury sinks from zero to below 

And cold gusts howl through crannies of the door. 

The great trees creak. Their boughs thresh to and fro. 

One huge limb snaps — and crashes through the drifts 
Across the path betwixt the heaped up snow, 

And there, half buried, its brown form uplifts. 

We shiver, and draw closer 'round the fire, 

And think of those outside its heartsome cheer. 

And, as the boisterous winds rise, shrieking, higher 
Our vaguely felt unrest is tinged with fear. 

But look! Along the far horizon line 

Beyond the woods, which like a dark band show, 
There gleam the sunset lights! They seem divine, 

As. where the sky joins earth, they glow. 

Like a bright revelation on this dreary scene 
They speak of warmth and comfort yet to be, 

Vivid with shades of rose and palest green 
And pearly shell-tints from some distant sea. 

So, though the piercing gales came fraught with dread 
And frost benumbs the streams and lake and ground, 

Although the trees and tiny plants seem dead 
And icy snow-crusts everywhere abound, 

What joy it is to turn from this wild day 

And catch that flashing signal from the west, 

Which, though the hues from opal pale to gray, 
Has left its message of sweet peace and rest. 


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' " ' '; ,: : • Tarns. tamsV'tams ! :, ' : ' 
'V " : " • Will they never -go' : out bf ;, styTe 

"" ■ ' , "Their Vogue" 1 varies -"' ' :.' ir;r ' : 

i,i ' } -- ■ '• ''-'■■ But' vanishcth not a Way." " ; ' 
When' i' am 'a 'grandmother,"" 
1 verily expect to see'" : "" ' 
My grown children and small. 
Wearing tains of some sort. 

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I [even ,h<u e I shall ■/, / : ; r -: s a 
Have one myself 

I'm so used, to them..-!. •. ... \ 

"Why, wheirl was 'quite tiny."' ' ; /; '■' ."' ''-'■' ■'■y r > ;J 
Not more than 'six- or 'eight; :: - •:'" ;,/ ->d J 
1 had a' 'little ; blue- tain.' ; --'•••'■- nynotn vul'l 

"A : navvblue serge' sailor's • k i f 1 cl •' ■ '" ' ■' n ' 
With a navy ribbon for a band 

.And two short ribbons ..;.,,. .,,-,;) jiioiy >dT 
On one side, the right side... dm? J DguH duO 

.1 wore.a Vdue idhixichilla .coat .. . ,. ; ,Hj , ^i/, 

i .Lined, with .bright.. red. ..,-;;.; i, H . .; .1.: I *:/. 
And 1 looked like my little brother 
Who, had, the ; same kind of outfit. . ,,..,;„ .-, 7/ 
T Since, then. I've always had.. I(1 ,.,, 
A distinctly feminine tarn. ■,,-„■„! ,,, 

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When I was" ten years old, 
I had a marvelous tarn 
. Of .-shiny' "patent leather, 
. ', Bj^clc' 'with a' rubber" 'neath m: 
ft' was large and round.]' . 

I used it for a looking glass" 
When it was lying in my lap. 
'"'And Twas calling on old ' ladies 1 ' 
■""• With Mother. ' ' - : " ■■••■■■-" >•• ; 
l'cbuld 'see my 'bobbed riair' : " |: 
'•"' Inthis mirror " " ; ' •' " 

And the bright red jacket 
)))-•;:, ,;../. I wore with the tarn. : •'•'< " ,;, i >• 

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•When T was : twelve' years old,' 

I had a'da'rk" 'red' tarn ' : rnD "" : 

Of yarn, crocheted by Mother 

With a scalloped edge •• ■'■•• oi ■.; fi •/<>( JbHW 
- ' ; Andia huge Ted pom-pbm'i '■■:'■• r ! >)/;■> hrcA 
,;; :In 'the .middle 'Of : the top.- >T ;';i;.»,:; .rbirfW 
> Then- 1 -had, red mittens; to match U~A -i. il 

1 treasured this tamso .much. ...: 

That \\ hci; I. was fotirtefe) 

I still-had it !; ... ,.: . .... 

And I learned, to. knit .... 

By trying on a. dark, red. scarf . . . . ; 
But 1 could, never wear it with a tain. 

(Whisper it but this tain' still' lives 
I sold ii when I, came to college.) 

Hut when .' reached fourteen 
I had 1 — -oh' joy and bliss— ' ' ' 
A really pretty tarn 
With another scarf to 'match! 
This tarn was white and ' blue 

Striped with little pom-poms. '!■',. 

Over one car, so chic! 

Of one scarf 1 made a muff 

To keep one hand warm 

Wlul.e i skating, x th.e outside cm-e\ -, j 

Which wasn't holding someone else's 

Sometimes this muff warmed two hands 

Jf we girls skated six abreast 

And' interlaced our arms:'. ' ••- '••' • ; 

I've lust the tiny muff somehow • ■ • ; 
But not the tarn yet. 

.Iff; 1 .iol . • >, ' :i ,.':, 'ja\ 1: ;, ... ,:. | 

When I became sweet sixteen' ■'■, '■ ■ 

I had a tailored tarn 

To go with stern sailor suits •■•'•' " : ' 

We had to wear in boarding school. . ' 

This was a scarlet tarn, 

Bright scarlet, felt, I guess/ ; -■' ,;,: ••' 

No pom-poms,- stripes nor scallops l,f>1 

But a very tight plain band 

Around 1 the face: :■'■•' ■ .•■•;• / 

Mine was too tight' and so' 1 •• • •• ••■' -• 

With great regret and tears and smiles 
Contesting' in my 'eyes ' ; ■' ■■■'■■• ■<■' 
I tried the dear thing on ■•■ - ':^-" : vl I 
One last time, before 
I sent it to r the. Halifax disaster, -i i.-.d •■/, 

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But when I was eighteen 
Then.iL.arrived in college. •,,-.... ;,,,.,'. .,;i "J" 
And when, J unpacked my, trunks .. ; ,;., j 
I found 1 still possessed the 
Dark red crocheted tam, ; . ., ....,,,,-. /. 
The /blue and white . striped' one, .. .,'.'..,'; 
And then still the plain bright red one,' 
And I thought I must wear green 
An'cf so I sold the red 9 ne,'" '. 


And gave away the scarlet one, 
And kept only the white one, 
When 1 found I needn't wear green 
1 didn't have a new tain 
That year — oh Freshman year! 

You'd think I'd tire of tains 

But no, I love them dearly. 

In fact I've grown quite attached 

To their youthful shape. 

Further I even bought another one 

This year, of rose and gold braid 

Ali broadcloth, with another 

Scarf to match, as usual. 

I wonder when I am four years older 

What kind I'll have? 


By Charles Never j 

The night lias passed, the storm is o'er, 
The silent snow flakes fall no more. 

The morning dawns unclouded, fair, 
A crisp}- chill is in the air. 

The sun is shining clear and bright 
Upon a world robed all in white; 

All blue above, all white below, 
A fairy-land of virgin snow. 

A spotless shroud o'er knoll and lea 
As far as keenest eye can see. 

No field, no road, no wall, no lawn, 
The hedges and the shrubs are gone ; 

No barking dog, no singing bird- 
Not e'en a human voice is heard. 

The landscape lies as still as death, 
Unkissed by breezes' chilly breath. 

A sleeping world, all dazzling white 
Beneath the sun's resplendent light ; 

A snow-bound Earth, unsullied, new, 
A universe of white and blue! 



By Rev. Charles Blunt Mills, late of MayviUe, Michigan. 

With notes by SAMUEL COPP WORTH EN, of East Orange. Nete Jersey, 
a grand-nephew of the Author. 1 ' 

The name of our family, Mills, is 
said to have originated in the north 
of England, a child having been 
found between two windmills, used 
then in grinding and named ac- 
cording to the custom of the time 
from the nearest object.- The de- 
scendants for generations were 
large, muscular and of roving dis- 
position. They were marked with 
Norman features and nearly all had 
a passion for the sea. 

Two brothers with their families, 
came to Jamestown, Va., at a very 
early period. Their names were 
said to be James and John. 3 These 
names recur so often in the history 
of their descendants as to render it 
very difficult to avoid confusion. 
Engaged as many of these descend- 
ants were in a sea-faring life, as the 
commerce of the colonies drifted to 
the north, they also came north and 
settled in the Middle and New Eng- 
colonies. One of these settled in 

Portsmouth, N. H. His name was 
James. 4 

His son, Eligood, was a sailor. 
He was well educated r ' and for 
some time was mate of a vessel en- 
gaged in the West India trade com- 
manded by Capt. Charles Blunt, 
who was afterwards taken by the 
pirates off the island of St. Thomas 
after a desperate resistance and 
chopped to pieces and fed to their 
hogs. 6 Thl- writer was named by 
Capt. Mills, for him. Before the 
death of Capt. Blunt his mate was 
promoted to the command of a ves- 
sel sailing up the Mediterranean, 
which he commanded when the war 
of the Revolution commenced- 

Espousing the cause of liberty, 
he entered very heartily into the 
cause of the colonies and when the 
Privateer Grand Turk, commission- 
ed by the Continental Congress as 
a Letter of Marque, was fitted out 
at Portsmouth, he was one of its 

1 The writer of these notes request: th< co-opera tior ol students of New Hampshire 

history in solving tie problems presented by this somewhat remarkable manuscript, now 

published for the first time. The original is in the possession of the author's daughter, 
Mrs. H. M. Coblren of Bellaire. Michigan. 

is sketch pertaining to the family history pri 
ndfather, is purely traditionary or conjectural 

ir to 

>Ie, is that 


the first settler was named Mark 
in 1036. and married Mary EUigood, 

2. Evidently most of the matter ir 
the time of Eligood Mills, the author's 
has no substantial basis. 

3. Another version, probably more 
Mills, that he was born in England, ca 
by whom he had one son. 

4. This is an error. His name was unquestionably Luke. He was the Capt. Luke Mills of 
Northampton, Virginia, who married Hannah, daughter of John and Grace (Erookin) Lang of 
Portsmouth on the 5th day of December, 1731. See -Y»ir England Historical and Genealogical 
Brmster, Vol. XXV, p. 121. Capt. Luke Mills was lest at sea, being swept overboard in a gale, 
while standing on the deck of his ship by the side of his son Eiligood, who. according to 
tradition, tried to lump over! oard in a hopeless attempt to rescue his father, but waa restrain- 
ed by the crew. The will of Capt. Mills was admitted to probate on August 29, 17GJ. 

5. He is elsewhere described by the author as a ; 
temperate in habits and of enormous strength." 

6. The Blunts were a famous seafaring family of 
'■o knew how Capt. Charles Blunt was related to the 
Brewster's Itamllrs About Portsmouth, and whether his 
"i this narrative. 

in of "line gentlemanly deportment 

Portsmouth. It 
aptains or tiiat 
mtimr-ly fate i: 

lid be interesting 
rne mentioned in 
Mirately described 



officers." On the second voyage 
she was captured by a British Fri- 
gate and was taken into Halifax, N. 
S., where all the crew remained in 
jail five years, who did not die of 
brutal treatment. At the end, of 
that time they were informed that 
the colonies were subdued. Wash- 
ington and tlie members of the Con- 
tinental Congress were hung and 
that the very few prisoners were to 
be taken to Boston and were A o be 
transported thence to England to 
be hung for piracy on the high 
seas. On the way to Boston, Capt. 
Mills with two others escaped over- 
board on a dark night and swam 
three miles, reaching the shore near 
a fisherman's hut below the mouth 
cf the Piscataqua River in New 
Hampshire. Here the}' heard for 
the first time that the colonies had 
gained their independence. 5 

The next morning he learned that 
his wife was dead, his property 
gone, and that his two brothers-in- 
law. Mark and Luke Laighton, 9 
two of the richest merchants in 
Portsmouth had failed. After 
gathering up a few fragments of 
his shattered fortune and getting 
together his scattered children, he 
married Lucy McLucas. 10 who was 
of Scotch-Irish descent, left the 

sea and moved upon a tract of kind 
m the then District of Maine, in 
what is now Waterboro, York Co.. 
Me. There he resided till his 
death in 1833. in. his 88th year. 

Luke Mills, son of Eligood Mills, 
was born in 177S. At 15 years of 
age he rati away and went to sea. 
He was a sailor thirteen years 
when he left the sea and mar- 
ried Betsey Goodwin 11 of Wells. 
Maine- Resided on a farm 

which he bought in Brownheld. till 
after the war of 1812-1814. Dur- 
ing the war he was Lieut, in the 
militia and was called out to defend 
Portland. Selling his farm, he went 
to take care of his parents with 
whom he lived till they both died. 
In 1835, he moved to Corinna, Me., 
where he lived till his death in 
1856. He was in public office much 
of his life and represented his dis- 
trict in the Legislature one term. 12 

Charles Blunt Mills was the son 
of Luke and Betsey Mills, and was 
born in Waterborough, Me., May 5. 
1823. He was the seventh child in 
a family of nine children, and much 
the feeblest of all. He resembled 
his mother's people and had none 
of the Norman characteristics ex- 
cept love of the sea. So far as is 
known the whole race were dissen- 

7. Corroboration of these statements about th» Privateer Orand Turk, seems entirely 
lacking, but they are no coubi correct iv substance il" not in detail. Information on the sub- 
ject is requested. The author says in a letter to his niece. Mrs. Isadore (Copp) Wenk, wife of 
the Rev. Robert Emory Wenk, now of San Francisco, unrlt-r date of Feb. 6. 1893, that the 
Grand Turk was fitted out by the Laightons. wealthy merchants of Portsmouth, and that en 
its first voyage it sailed to the English Channel, where it did immense damage to 
Hritish commerce. 

8. The foregoing passage- — about the voyage of the Grand Turk — was printed in the 
American Monthly Magazine, Vol. XXT, p. lis (Aug. 1302) at the suggestion of Mrs. Mary H. (Elli- 
son) Curran, librarian of the Bangoi Public Library (a great, great granddaughter of Eli- 
good Mills), largely for the purpose of making a record for the benefit of descendants of Eli- 
good desiring to join the Daughters of the American Revolution and similar patriotic orders. 

9. The Laighton who married Mary Mills was named Paul. Thev had 13 children one of 
whom, Mark Laighton. was the grandfather of the celebrated poetess. Celia Thaxter. A 
brother of the author of this sketch, Mark Laighton Mills, for many years a well known 
resident of Bangor, probably derived his name from this relative His daughter. Mrs Abble 
(Mills) Wilson, late cf Bangor, bore a remarkable personal resemblance to Mrs. Thaxter. 
Mrs. Patten a granddaughter of Mary (Mills) Laighton. used to say that her grandmother was 
"a very aristocratic lady" and was spoken of as a Virginian. 

10. The author was not correctly informed as to the time and oircumstancea of this 
marriage. Eligood Mills married (2nd) Lucy, daughter of John and Lydia (Webber) McLucas 
on the 29th day of August. 1774. See Records of the First Congregational Church of Bidde- 
ford, Maine, published in The ilainc Historical and Genralociral Recorder, Vol. VI. p. 833. Both bride 
and groom r,re described as "of Biddeford." Eligood's flrSt wife was Mary, daughter of 
Thomas and Elizabeth Dyer of Biddeford. 

11. hhe was a daughter of Joseph and Elizabeth (Hohbs) Goodwin of Weils. 

12 Luke Mills hved ;,bout 2 V. miles east of Corinna Village at a place called Morse's 
Corner. He v as a respected citizen of tint locality, known for integrity, strict religious 
principles and kindly disposition. H>- was elected a representative to the Legislature 
of Maii.e in 1841. 



ters and were in favor of the fullest 
civil and religious liberty. They 
were not clamorous or factious, but 
always arrayed themselves on the 
side of freedom. 

Charles B. Mills early developed 
a love of reading- and study, and ac- 
quired some knowledge of Latin, 
Greek and Hebrew, besides a 
pretty thorough English education. 
He became a member of the Free 
Will Baptist Church in Corinna, 
Me., in his 14th year and be- 
gan preaching" the gospel five 
years later. He traveled and 
preached extensively in Maine, 
New Hampshire, Vermont, New 


id Oh 


lecturing on Temperance and Slav 
cry. He was ordained at Fort Ann. 
New York, in January 1848. The 
same year he returned to Maine and 
supplied a church in Kennebunk a 
year, during which a powerful re- 
vival followed- After supplying 
the church in Springvale a year and 
a half he settled as pastor of the 
church in North Berwick (Dough- 
ty 's Falls) where he remained three 
years. Just before this. September 
18. 1851, he was married to Ann 
Maria Morrison. 

At North Berwick two powerful 
revivals occurred and three promi- 
nent ministers were raised up. viz : 
James and David Boyd and James 
Jepson. In 1854. on account of 
failing health, ht resigned and spent 
the winter in Ohio. The next year 
he removed to Chester, Geauga Co., 
and took charge of the F. B. Church 

13 The Rev. Charles Blunt Mills died at Mayville, Michigan, in 1896. His services to 
the region in which he li\ eu are thus summarized by his niece, Mrs. Isadore (Copp) Wenk, 
• now deceased) in a note book which contains much valuable information : — 

"His health failed and he went in pursuit of it to the wilds of Michigan — ' . He exert- 
ed a powerful influence in the early development of all that region. His knowledge of law, of 
medicine, of surveying, and of scientific farmirg all were used to better the condition of 
these early pioneers. He surveyed land, doctored the sick, preached the gospel sat many 
terms on the Judge's bench — framed laws and endured hardships incredible. 1 ' 

14. The writer of these notes derived much information on the subjects covered, from 
the late Mrs. Mary H. (Kllison) Curran, for many years librarian of the Public Library 
of Bangor, Maine. 

Mrs Curran devoted a considerable amount of time to an ittempt to check up and verify 
the statements in this manuscript, and the writer las <'or.e seme work along the same lines. 
The [lev. Mr. Mills v. ruto it when somewhat advanced in 33 a memorandum for the 
h«nefit of His children, and relied wholly upon personal knowledge and family tradition, 
without reference to any records or other written authority. Such memoranda while very 
valuable, require careful checking and always involve of detail though generally- 
based upon facts. 

and also taught in the Geauga Semi- 
nary. In 1856 he removed with his 
family to Tuscola Co., Mich., and 
began life anew as a pioneer in the 
wilderness On the organization of 
the ' ownship of Fremont he was 
in some public township office for 
four years, when he was elected 
Probate Judge of the County and 
served eight years. In 1S08 he was 
elected to the Michigan Senate and 
took a prominent part in shaping 
the railroad policy of the state. In 
1879 he was in the House, and 
among other measures as Chairman 
of the Committee on the Univer- 
sity introduced the measure to ex- 
tend and regrade the courses in the 
medical department. This met 
with great opposition but was 
finally carried- From 1877 to 1886 
he was Secretary and Treasurer of 
of Hillsdale College and also filled 
the chair of Ecclesiastical History 
in the Theological Department 
seven years. 13 

Luke Mills, the son of Captain 
Fligood INI ills and Lucy Mills, nee 
Lucas, was born in 1778, died Mar. 
1856. Betsey Mills, nee Goodwin, 
was born in Wells, Maine, in 
March. 1782, and died in Corinna, 
Maine. Feb. 28, 1SS0, aged almost 
98 years. She was a well-informed, 
intelligent observer and reader, and 
had a marvelous memory of events 
that had transpired during her life- 
time. Her last illness was pain- 
less and continued only a few- 
hours. 1 " 1 



Two years' experience has prov- 
ed to the present owner and editor 
of the Granite Monthly that its pub- 
licaion is not a pecuniarily profitable 
proposition. hs support, in sub- 
scriptions, news-stand sales and ad- 
vertising, has been good, and is 
surely, though slowly, increasing'; 
but tiie increase in the cost of print- 
ing, engraving and paper since 
January 1, 1919. has been so great 
that must small publications have 
had a hard struggle during that 
time to achieve an even break be- 
tween income and outgo. Xor is 
tiiere any immediate prospect of a 
considerable improvement in these 
conditions. The editing and pub- 
lishing of the Xew Hampshire state 
magazine are likelv to be. in 1921. 
as in 1919 and 1920. labors of love. 

But there are compensations. 

It is sufficient recompense for a 
good deal of labor and some anxiety 
to have Xew Hampshire's poet 
laureate, Edna Dean Proctor, now 
in her 92nd year, send a check for 
four dollars, in payment for her 
subscription for the next two years, 
and an accompanying note in which 
she says: "Let me tell you how ex- 
cellent I think the magazine is. 
The December number is very at- 
tractive, with its Exeter article and 
beautiful illustration, its Shaker 
story and its poem, 'The Morning 
Cometh.' '" 

It is worth while to have one of 
the state's best known business men, 
James W. Hill of Manchester, say 
that no magazine which comes to 
his desk is read by him with more 
interest than is the Granite Month- 
ly. The editor feels highly compli- 
mented when one of the old guard 
of 40 year subscribers. Walter Sar- 
gent of Warner, writes that ''the 
most recent issue I consider among 
the best since the publication was 

The manv kind words which the 

newspapers of Xew Hampshire and 
some without the state have said 
about the Granite Monthly have 
been appreciated sources of encour- 
agement. When Captain George 
I. Putnam, editor and author, writes 
in the Claremont Eagle of the Janu- 
ary issue of the Granite Monthly : 
"The number is a strong un^. The 
magazine grows in value to New 
Hampshire people." he provides an 
incentive tor trying to make other 

ers progre 

Another item which looms large 
on the credit side of the account is 
the kindly and generous interest in 
the magazine which has been taken 
by its contributors, without whose 
aid. of course, no number could be 
published. The friendships which 
the editor thus has made in the 
past two years are worth more than 
the things which money can buy. 

And so the present publisher ox 
The Granite Monthly plans to com- 
plete its Volume 53 and hopes to go 
on with many other volumes beyond 
that. He thanks his patrons, whom 
lie counts, without exception, his 
friends, and he would not be averse 
to being under heavier obligations 
to them through their mention of 
the magazine to those with whom 
they chance to talk about Xew 
Hampshire, its past, present and 

We promise every subscriber and 
ever}- advertiser that their aid will 
be utilized to the utmost for giving 
the Granite State a magazine 
worthv of her. 

The constitutional convention, 
re-assembled on January 2S, voted 
to submit to the people for ratifica- 
tion amendments allowing the legis- 
lature to tax incomes and inheri- 
tances, reducing the size of the 
House of Representatives and giv- 
ing women full rights as to holding 



SSs s^ouM ^"adopSd^thTfi^; r^- th *u Wi!! be a,most con- 

■™st be or an intolerable' s tuation £S T °' "^ '"" a,most everv 

will be created in New Hampsh ,e w?I h, T^T? a " d instit ^°" 

If, during the next few veaTs he hi noL PP A? d f" OUsl - v - Go to 

state is forced to depend' unor- i v ! " ,l! %°" Mar <* &, if you are a 

present sources of re^ne ^hel voUY "' Ham P**«. and 
we snail have a taxation of real 


By Mabel Cornelia Malson. 
There is a house upon a hill 

W here 1 delight to go ■ 
It seems a little nearer heaven 

than any house I know. 

White birches beckon up the slope. 

i-hnk phlox bloom in the vard - 
New Hampshire skies brood over it 

New Hampshire hills stand guard. 

Calm haven for mv wandering feet 

In sunshine and in storm 
Fur here dwell laughter-loving hearts 

Brave hearts, and true and vv 

Who give their wealth unstintedly 

v\ ith open hands and glad 
Rare comradeship for happy days. 

Wise comforting for sad. 

There is a house upon a hill 

Where I delight to go • 
It seems a little nearer heaven 
Than any house I know. 




The Dame School of Experience 

ax::' Other Papers. Bv Samuel 

McChord Strothers. 'Pp.. 279. 

Cloth. $2. Boston: Houghton 

Mifflin Company. 

Because of his long-time summer 
residence in our Carroll county 
town of Madison, New Hampshire 
claims as her own that wise and 
witty essayist of today. Rev. Dr. 
S. M. Crothers, and welcomes the 
successive appearance within book 
covers of collections of his maga- 
zine contributions. 

His book list has so lengthened 
that only one more volume now is 
needed to complete a round dozen 
of titles, of which "The Pleasures 
of an Absentee Landlord'' has the. 
most Xew Hampshire interest and 
"The Gentle Reader" is, perhaps, 
the best known and most popular 
of all. Together, they well prove 
his right to the title one critic has 
bestowed upon their author, "the 
Charles Lamb of American letters." 

The present volume includes "An 
Interview^ with an Educator," ''The 
Teacher's Dilemma." "Every Man's 
Natural Desire to be Somebody 
Else." "The Perils of the Literate," 
"Natural Enemies and How to Make 
the Best of Them." "The Spiritual 
Adviser of Efficiency Experts," 
"The Pilgrims and Their Contem- 
poraries." "Education in Pursuit of 
Henry Adams." "The Hibernation 
of Genius." "The Unpreparedness 
of Liberalism." "On the Evening of 
a New Day.'' 

Without exception they arc in 

Doctor Crothers' best manner, very 
true and very keen; more so than 
one realizes when carried along 
gently through the first reading by 
the whimsical "charm of the author's 
style. It is upon after reflection 
that one sees what depths of wis- 
dom and experience have been 
plumbed, into what safe harbors of 
clear thinking our voyage in a book 
has brought us. 

Take a paragraph from the essay 
upon "The Pilgrims" and their 
tercentenary ; "Today we are better 
able to. appreciate the efforts of the 
Puritan than were our immediate 
predecessors. We cannot accept 
Ins answers, but we are beginning 
to ask the same kind of questions. 
We are less sure than we used to 
be that religion and politics can be 
kept in separate compartments. 
We are not altogether satisfied with 
purely secular solutions of social 
problems. We hear people talking 
again about a community church. 
In an amendment to the Constitu- 
tion enforcing Prohibition we have 
gone further than the Puritan Com- 
monwealth did in looking after the 
morals of the people. The indivi- 
dual conscience is more and more 
reinforced by a social conscience that 
finds its expression in law. Our 
philosophers have been telling us 
that religion is loyalty to a beloved 
community. All this does not in- 
dicate a return to the Puritanism of 
the seventeenth century, but it 
makes seventeenth century Puri- 
tanism more intelligible to us." 




Rev. Henry Clay McDougall, tor 21 
years minister of the Unitarian Church 
at Franklin, died there January 4. He -was 
h^rn in Ypsilanti, Mich., November 22, 
1850, a sen oi John and Mary (Muir) 
McDottgall. He graduated from Uni- 
versity oi Michigan in '77 and taught 
school tor several years, being at one 
time principal or" the High Sehuoi at 
Princeton, 111. He prepared tor the mini- 
stry at Harvard Divinity School, gradu- 
ating' in 1S85. He occupied pulpits at 
Rockland. Mass; Madison, Wis., Marble- 
head, Mass., and Franklin. He was vice- 
president of the American Unitarian 
A>?cciation and minister-at-large of the 
New Hampshire Unitarian Association. 
He was president of the board of trustees 
of Proctor Academy at Andover. His 
wife, two sons. Capt. James McDougall 
of Wilkesbarrc. Penn.. and Lieut. Ken- 
neth McDougall of Boston, both com- 
missioned during the war. and a brother. 
George McDougall of Harvey, 111., sur- 


Luther YV. Paul was burn in San ford. 
Mo. December 29, LSI 7. and died in Man- 
chester, January 2. 1921. He was a cob- 
bler by trade and a year ago made a uair 
of shoes v. hich he wore on his 102nd 
birthday. He cast his initial vote for 
William Henry Harrison in 1840, and had 
exercised his right of suffrage at every 
elecFon from that time until 1920. He 
had been a Mason since 1875. Fie is sur- 
vived by two sons, Edwin of Manchester, 
and Charles W., of Lincoln. Nebraska, 
and by three grandchildren. 


Dr. Willis P. Craig of Walpole was 
killed by the accidental discharge of a 
gun while hunting December 28. He was 
born in Lemnster. September 9, 1876. the 
^on of Rockwell F. and Lizzie B. Craig. 
He wa> educated at Vermont Academy, 
Saxtrins River, Vt., and Dartmouth Col- 
lege where he graduated in 1903. During 
his college career he distinguished him- 
self in athletics and was a member of 
Theta Delta Phi fraternity. He gradu- 
ated from the Dartmouth Medical School 
in 1906. and afer six months spent in 
Boston hospitals came to Walpole where 
be was in practice at the time of his 
death. At the time of the World war 

lie entered the United States Medical 
corps with the rank of captain, and was 
stationed at Penniman, Ya., where he 
established a regimental hospital during 
the influenza epidemic. He received his 
discharge after the armistice, being then 
stationed at Fort Hancock, X. J. He was 
a member of Walpole post of the Ameri- 
can legion. Dr. Craig was a 32nd degree 
Mason and a member of county, state and 
national medical associations. He is sur- 
vived by his widow, a son and daughter 
and step-son ; his mother and one sister. 


In the death of Mrs. Ellen Tasker 
Scales the city of Dover has lost one of 
its most estimable and best known women. 
She was born in Strafford, May 30, 1843. 
the daughter of Deacon Alfred Talker 
and his wife, Mary Hill Tasker. and mar- 
ried October 20. 1865, John Scales who 
had been her instructor at Strafford 
Academy. She assisted him in his duties 
as principal of Wolfeboro, Gilmanton and 
Franklin academies and was a very suc- 
cessful teacher. Later she rendered valu- 
able aid to Mr. Scales during his editor- 
ship of the Dover Republican and Week- 
ly Enquirer. She was the first woman 
to hold office in Dover, being five times 
chosen to the school board ; was a mem- 
ber of the board of managers of the 
Went worth. Home for the Aged from 
its organization and at the time of her 
death its president. Mrs. Scales was a 
membei of the First Congregational 
church, of the D. A. R., the Nathan 
Colonists and the Dover Woman's Club. 
She is survived by her husband ; their 
son. Burton T. Scales of Philadelphia; 
and two grandchildren. 


Mrs. Flarriette Sherman Bouton Noyes. 
widow of Hon. John Weare Noyes ot 
Chester, a brother of the late Prof. 
Daniel J. Noyes of Dartmouth College, 
died November 21. 1920 far advanced in 
her 89th year. Mrs. Noyes' ancestry wa<= 
of the oldest and best in New Flampshire. 
She was born in Concord, January 25. 
1832, the daughter of Rev. Nathaniel Bou- 
ton. D. D.. long one of Concord's most 
revered ministers. Her mother, Mary 
Ann Persis Bell, was the daughter of 
Gov. Tohn Bell of Chester, who was Gov- 
ernor' of New Hampshire 1828-1829, and 
hi«. wife. Persis Thorn, descendants of 



the Scotch-Irish settler? of Londonderry. 
Her marriage to Mr. Noves took place on 
June 21, 1S55. Her only son. John W. 
Xoyes, Jr.. died in early childhood She 
has left one daughter. Miss Mary B. 
Xoyes of Chester, and a step daughter, 
Mrs. William S. Greenough of Wake- 
field. Mass.; two nephews, Dr. Louis Bell 
of Boston, and Rev. Tilton Bouton of 
St. Petersburg, Florida: and two halt 
sisters. Mrs. Arthur E. Clarke and Mrs. 
J. B. Fogg of Manchester. She was edu- 
cated at private schools in Concord, and 
later attended Mount Holyoke Seminary, 
then under the charge of Mary Lyon, af- 
terward teaching in Franklin and Fran- 
cestown. and Stamford. Conn. Than Mrs. 
Xoyes there could be no finer type of 
gentlewoman. Born and bred in a chris- 
tian minister's home. where religion 
meant something more than joining the 
church, and reciting its creed, her eager 
mind and receptive soul ea r ly developed 
unusual social and spiritual refinement. 
The beauty of her mind and heart drew 
her many friends very close to her. She 
was a member of the Colonial Dames of 
Mew Hampshire, and of the Daughters 
of the American Revolution. She united 
with the North Church in Concord, of 
which her father was pastor, in 1849, 
from which she was dismissed to the 
Congregational Church in Chester in 1860, 
where she was a zealous member for 60 
years, and was long a leader in the social, 
philanthropic, and religious life of the 
town. Her long residence in the town, 
her affiliation with the church, her active 
participation in every enterprise in the 
community promotive of the public good, 
her hospitable fireside to which everybody 
was welcomed, and last but not least her 
cordial and sympathetic spirit had en- 
deared her to all. Her removal by death 
has occasioned in many homes the sense 
of personal loss. The beautiful and gra- 
cious presence, beloved of the community 
has gone from us, hut the fragrance of 

that lovely life abides. There is an abid- 
ing comfort in the words of Whittier. 
"Life is ever Lord of death, and Love 
can never lose its own." 


There recently died in Allston, Mass.. 
in her 79th year. Mrs. Abbie Scates Ames, 
who was born on a farm in Ossipee. De- 
termined to get an education, she taught, 
did "saleswork" (sewed on men's gar- 
ments, the cut-out materia! being left and 
gathered by distributing agents) and 
worked her way to graduation at the New 
England Masonic Charitable Institute at 
Freedom (Drake's Corner), ranking as 
the finest Latin scholar the Academy had 
had. While teaching in Boston, she mar- 
ried James J. Wright, a graduate of Har- 
vard University Law School, who had 
served three years in the Union Army, 
[n 1877. she married Daniel J. Ames, a 
retired Illinois pioneer and distant cousin. 
Removing to the Prairie State, she grad- 
ually was thrown into business responsi- 
bilities and developed a remarkable faculty 
tor handling land affairs. As a writer, 
she had been a regular contributor of 
short stories to the famous Saturday 
X'ight. of Philadelphia, the Xew York 
Ledger and other periodicals. In her 
travels through Illinois and Iowa and in 
the Fast, she formed close friendships 
with many prominent persons, and com- 
ing back to Boston to reside in later 
years, she kept up a large correspondence 
and did much writing of a special nature. 
All through the World War, there were 
United States Senators and others who 
were insistent upon her giving them her 
economic and political impressions. Mrs. 
Ames was co-author with her son, John 
Livingston Wright, of the book "Mrs. 
Eagle's U. S. A." (As seen in a buggy 
ride of 1400 miles from Illinois to Bos- 


By Ruth Basse tt Eddy: 

I have known the hurt of your .lips 

And the crush of your arm's embrace 

I have watched your passionate eyes 
Gaze down on my upturned face. 

I have felt the beat of your heart 
All the sweet, long hours thro'; 

But I know I have never touched 
The infinite soul of you! 



IN [E.: 

THE HONG! I - - 1921 

HARLAN C. -PEABSOS, Publisher 



Hon. Leslie P. Snow, 
President ok the Senate. 



Vol. LI II. 

MARCH, 1921 

No. 3 


By Henry H. Metcalf. 

Wlile the "sew Hampshire House 
of Representatives has always been 
a larger body in point of member- 
ship than the lower branch of any 
other State legislature, the State 
Senate, was for nearly a hundred 
years, smaller than that of any other 
state, with a single exception, con- 
taining but twelve members, from 
the adoption of the first constitution 
in 1784 until the number was doubl- 
ed by the adoption of an amend- 
ment, submitted by the Constitu- 
tional Convention in 1879. 

In the earlier days Senators were 
frequently re-elected for a number 
of terms ; but since the increase in 
membership, and the change from 
annual to biennial sessions, compar- 
atively few have been re-elected, 
and cases are rare indeed, where 
Senators have served more than two 
terms. From 17S4 to 1884 inclusive, 
a period of 100 years — including 
three Senates after the membership 
had been doubled, but 576 different 
men, in all, had occupied seats in 
that body. Of these the longest in 
service was Amos Shepard of Al- 
stead, who served in fifteen different 
Senates, between 1786 and 1803 in- 
clusive, having had more elections 
than any other man in the legisla- 
tive, service of the State, save Harry 
Bingham of Littleton. Ebenezer 
Smith of Meredith, who was a mem- 
ber of the first Senate, served ten 
terms, between 1784 and 1806; John 
Waldron of Dover served nine 
terms, John Orr of Bedford as 
many, and Moses I'. Pay son of Bath 
and Elisha Whitcomb of Swanzey, 

eight terms each. Jonathan Harvey 
of Sutton, during seven years of ser- 
vice filled the President's chair for 
six terms, being excelled in that di- 
rection only by Amos Shepard, who 
was President for seven terms dur- 
ing his fifteen years' service. 

Man}' able men have seen service 
in the Xew Hampshire Senate, not 
a few of whom have occupied the 
Governor's chair, or served in Con- 
gress, or on the Supreme, bench of 
the State ; though it has generally 
been held that in average ability the 
Senate as a whole, has not surpassed 
the House. This can hardly be 
maintained the present year, how- 
ever, since there is a larger propor- 
tion than usual of able and exper- 
ienced men in the former branch, 
and a somewhat smaller one in the 

The membership of the Senate, 
this year, includes the following: 
District Xo. 1, Oscar P. Cole of Ber- 
lin ; No. 2, Elbridge AW Snow, 
Whitefield; No. 3, Fred Parker, 
Lisbon ; Xo. 4, John H. Garland, 
Conway ; Xo. 5, Fred Gage, Grafton; 
Xo. 6, Ellsworth H. Rollins, Alton; 
Xo. 7, Charles H. Bean, Franklin; 
No. 8. George A. Fairbanks, New- 
port ; Xo. 9, John G. Winant, Con- 
cord ; Xo. 10, Fred O. Smalley, 
Walpole; Xo. 11, Merrill G. Sy- 
monds, JafTrey ; Xo. 12, Charles S. 
Emerson, Milford; Xo. 13, Thomas 
F. Moran, Nashua; Xo. 14, William 
W. Flanders, Weare; Xo. 15, Ben- 
jamin H. Orr, Concord ; No. 
16, William B. McKay, Man- 
chester; Xo. 17, Adams L. Greer, 



Manchester; No. 18, Thomas J. Con- 
way, Manchester; X<>. 19, Ferdinand 
Farley. Manchester; No. 20, Leslie 
P. Snow. Rochester; No. 21, Arthur 
G. Whittemore, Dover; No. 22, Joe 
VV. Daniels. Manchester; No. 23, 
James A. Tufts, Exeter: No. 24. 
Oliver L. Frisbce, Portsmouth. Of 
these, all but three — Messrs. Con- 
way and Farley of Manchester and 
Moran of Nashua, are members of 
the Republican party. 


Hox. Leslie P. Snow, of Roches- 
ter, Senator from District No. 20, 
was nominated for President, in the 
Republican caucus, over Charles S. 
Emerson of No. 12, and James A. 
Tufts of No. 23, both able and ex- 
perienced men. who were also sup- 
ported for the nomination; and was 
duly elected upon the organization 
of the Senate, over which he pre- 
sides with courtesy, dignity and 
grace. He is a native of the town of 
Eaton, born Oct. 19, 1862. son of 
Edwin and Helen M. (Perkins) 
Snow, and a descendant of Nicholas 
Snow who emigrated from England 
to Plymouth, Mass., in 1623. His 
father was a prominent business 
man and leading Democrat in Car- 
roll County for many years, serving 
many years in the House of Repre- 
sentatives., and in the Senate in 1891. 

Studying at the Academies at 
Bridgton and Fryeburg, Me., and 
teaching school in his native town 
at the age of 16. he graduated from 
Dartmouth College. A. B., in 1886, 
and pursued the study of law, gradu- 
ating at the Columbian University, 
(now George Washington Univ.) 
Law School in 1890, in which year 
he was admitted to the Maryland 
bar, and to the New Hampshire bar 
in the following year. He served 
as Moderator in the town of Eaton, 
and represented that town in the 
State legislature in 1887 and 1888. 

lie was a special pension examiner 
for the I*. S. Government from 1887 
to 1890, serving in Kansas, Nebras- 
ka, Colorado and Washington, D. C, 
and has been in the practice of his 
profession as a lawyer in Roches- 
ter since 1891, at first in the firm of 
Worcester, Gafney & Snow, subse- 
quently alone, and later and at pres- 
ent as senior member of the firm of 
Snow, Snow & Cooper. For thirty 
years he has been active in jury 
trials, and has handled many im- 
portant cases in the State and U. S. 

He served as a member of the 
Rochester school board from 1899 
to 1904. and was a delegate in the 
recent Constitutional Convention, 
taking an active part, as a member 
of the Legislative committee and 
upon the floor of the Convention in 
shaping the action of that body. 
Although interested in public af- 
fairs and political life, he has devot- 
ed his attention mainly to the work 
of his profession, in which he has 
won eminence and success. He has 
been president of the Rochester 
National Bank since 1902, is presi- 
dent of the Rochester Trust Co., of 
the Prudential Fire Insurance Co., 
and of the Gafney Home for the 

He was also a director of the Bos- 
ton &; Maine R. R., during its period 
of reorganization. He is a director 
of the Rochester Chamber of Com- 
merce, a member of the Rochester 
City Club and of the Rochester 
Country Club, of which he lias 
been president. He was chair- 
man of the Rochester Public Safety 
committee, and of the Liberty Loan 
committee. County Chairman of the 
War Savings committee, and prom- 
inent in various-State and New Eng- 
land agencies in War activities dur- 
ing the recent great World conflict. 
In fraternal life he is an Odd Fel- 
low, an Elk, a 32nd degree Mason, 
Knight Templar and Shriner, and a 
member of the Theta Delta Chi Col- 



lege fraternity, serving as president 
of the New England Association in 
1886.. He attends the Congrega- 
tional church, and lias served many 
years as Warden of the Society. 

Mr. Snow is an active member of 
the N. H. Bar Association, .and 
served as its President in 1919-20, 
delivering an able annual address 
at the summer meeting in New- 

He married, November 28, 18S6, 
Susan E. Currier of Haverhill, N. H., 

College (1012). Magdalen College, 
Oxford. England (1914) and the 
Harvard Law School (1917). He 
served as a Lieutenant, and Aide-de- 
Camp to Gen. Babbitt, and later as 
Captain in the Artillery, in the 
American Expeditionary Force in 
France, and is now a member of his 
father's law firm. The younger son, 
graduated from Dartmouth in 1912, 
and from Mass. Institute of Tech- 
nology in 1914. He passed the 
West Point examination in 1916 

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Hon. Oscar P. Cole 

who died June 6, 1892, leaving two 
sons, Conrad Edwin, born August 6, 
1889, and Leslie Whittemore, born 
Dec. 9, 1890. June 7, 1894 he was 
united with Norma C. Currier, his 
present wife, who is prominent in 
the social, religious and educational 
life of the city and state, having 
served on the Rochester School 
Board and been active in the Red 
Cross and other war activities. The 
older son is a graduate of Dartmouth 

and was offered a lieutenancy in the 
regular army which he declined ; 
but was one of the first to offer his 
services when the war broke out in 
1917. He was a Major in the A. E. 
F., and following the Armistice or- 
ganized the Courier systems in the 
enemv countries. 

Hon. Oscar Phipps Cole, Sena- 
tor from District No. 1, is a native 



of Berlin, where he resides, born 
July 2. 1872. son of Aimer K. and 
Clara (Phipps) Colo. His ances- 
tors came from England to Massa- 
setts in 1630. As a boy he was 
reared to the labors of farm life. 
and acquired a knowledge of 
lumbering and railroading-. Seek- 
ing the benefits of education, 
after attending- the Berlin pub- 
lic school, he entered St. Johns- 
bury Yt., Academy, from winch he 
graduated in 1892, entering the same 
year the Literary Department of 
Michigan University, at Ann Arbor, 
graduating. A. B., in 1896, and then 
entering the Law School, where he 
continued through 1897 and 1898, 
and would have graduated the fol- 
lowing year but for the outbreak of 
the war with Spain, when he enlist- 
ed in Co. A., 31st .Michigan Volun- 
teer Regiment, serving throughout 
the war. After his return home he 
joined the X. H. National Guard, 
attaining the rank of Captain and 
Major, and serving in the latter 
capacity on the Mexican border, and 
in the overseas service in the World 
W ar, he was promoted in France 
to the rank of Lieutanant Colonel. 
■ In religion Senator Cole is an 
Episcopalian, and in politics a Re- 
publican. He served as delegate 
from the American Universities to 
the Republican National League 
Convention in Detroit in 1897: was 
for several years a supervisor of the 
check list in Ward 1, Berlin, and a 
representative from said ward in 
the legislature of 1909, serving on 
the committee on Military Affairs, 
by which the military laws of the 
state were re-codified* He was de- 
tailed in 1917, to serve on the staff 
of Gov. Henry W. Keves with rank 
of Major. In the Senate, this year, 
he servo as chairman of the Com- 
mittee on Military Affairs and is a 
member of the Committees on Pub- 
lic Health, Revision of the Laws, 
(clerk) and Soldiers' Home. He is 
the paymaster of the Cascade Mills 

of the Brown Co.. is a Mason, ai 
Elk. a member of the Spanish War 
\ eterans, the American Legion, and 
the N. H. Historical Society. 

He married July 2, 1912, Miss 
Jane Broad of Colorado Spring?. 
They have one son, Phipps, born 
Tune 27, 1913. 

Hon. Elbridge W. Sxow. Senatoi 
from District No. 2, native and life 
long resident of the town of White- 
field, was born December 7, I860, 
son of David S. and Hannah (Straw) 
Snow. He received his education 
in the public schools of Whitehekl 
and at the New Hampton Literary 
Institution. He has been engaged 
during most of his active life in the 
manufacture of overalls and is the 
senior member of the firm of Snow 
& Baker, extensively engaged in that 
business. He takes a strong inter- 
est in all measures calculated to 
promote the welfare of the town, 
and is an active member of the 
YYhitefield Civic Association, cor- 
responding to the ordinary board of 
trade, of which organization he is 
President. His religious affiliation 
is with the Methodist church and in 
politics he has always been a Re- 
publican. He has served his town 
as a library trustee and as a member 
of the board of selectmen, but is par- 
ticularly interested in the cause of 
education, having been a member of 
the Whitefield school board for 
twenty-two years. Fraternally he 
is a Mason and an OddFellow"! 

Senator Snow has had the exper- 
ience of serving for two' terms in 
the House of Representatives, hav- 
ing been first elected to the Legis- 
lature of 1917, when he held a po- 
sition on the Committee on Manu- 
factures ; re-elected for the session 
of 1919, he was assigned by Speaker 
Tobey to the Chairmanship of the 
Committee on Liquor Laws. In 
the Senate, this year, he holds the 
chairmanship of the Committee on 



Manufactures, is a member of the 
Committee on Education, and a 

member and clerk of the Public 
Health and Roads, Bridges and Ca- 
nals committees. 

On October 13, 1SS7. he was unit- 
ed in marriage with Dora M. 

Hon. Fred Parker, Senator from 
District No. 3, was born in the town 

sive business. He is a Methodist 
in religion, and politically a Republi- 
can, active in his party cause, and a 
member of the State Committee. He 
has served two years as a selectman, 
six years as auditor; and has been 
a trustee of town trust funds since 
1917. He war', a representative from 
Lisbon in the Legislature of 1909-10, 
serving on the Committees on Banks 
and Labor, and as clerk of the latter 
Committee. lie was appointed by 

Hox. Elbridge W. Snow 

of Littleton, October 23, 1872, son 
of Guy and Gcorgianna L. (Metcalf) 
Parker. He was educated in the 
public schools of Littleton and Lis- 
bon, and when 16 years of age 
entered a general store as a clerk, 
and was engaged twelve years in 
that capacity, since which time he 
has been in business for himself in 
the same line, as head of the firm of 
Fred Parker & Co., for ten years 
and later alone, doing an exten- 

Gov. Keyes Assistant Justice of the 
Lisbon Police Court. 

Senator Parker is a 32d degree 
Mason, a Shriner and a member of 
the 6. E. S., being a Past Patron in 
the order. He is a member of Gold- 
en Grange, P. of H., of Lisbon, of 
the Lisbon Board of Trade, serving 
on its finance committee, and also 
on the finance committee of the Dis- 
trict Nursing Association. 

On April 15, 1896, he was united 



: la IV Moore 
have one si 
ifteen vears 

in marriage witn 
Woodsville. They 
Roger Moore, now 

] lis committee as 
Senate are to the 
Elections of which 
and the Claim?. Incorporations and 
Town- and Parishes Committees, of 
the latter of which he is also clerk. 

jignments in the 

Committee on 
he is Chairman. 

Hon. John H. Garland, 


tor of a successful mercantile buvi- 
ness, to which he has also added 
insurance. His religions affiliation 

is with the Methodists and in poli- 
tics he has been actively identified 
with t'ne Republican party. He has 
served repeatedly as Moderator, Se- 
lectman. Supervisor of the Check- 
list, Town Clerk and Trustee 
of Trust Funds for the town, which 
latter two positions he at present 
holds. He has been three times 
elected a representative from Con- 

Hox. Frl 

from District No. 4, was born in 
Parsonfield, Me., December 23, 1867, 
son of John A. and Alice J. (Allen) 
Garland. He received his education 
in the common schools of his native 
town and at the once famous Par- 
sonfield Academy, and in 1885 went 
to Conway Center, in this state, 
where he engaged as a clerk in a 
general store, in which place, and in 
which line of business, he has since 
continued, having long been proprie- 

i Parker 

way in the General Court, his first 
service being in 1905. when he was 
a member of the Committees on 
Elections and National Affairs. Re- 
elected to the House of 1907. he ser- 
ved on the Incorporations Commit- 
tee. Returning again, in 1915, he 
was made chairman of the Commit- 
tee on Liquor Laws. 

His experience in these three ses- 
sions in the House qualifies him for 
efficient service in the Senate, to 



which he was chosen last November, 
anci in which he is serving as Chair- 
man of the Committee on Roads, 
Bridges anci Canals, and is a mem- 
ber of the Manufactures, (clerk), 
Public Improvements, and Towns 
and Parishes Committees. He 
holds membership in the I. O. O. F., 
Patrons of Husbandry and in the 
i;. S. Fat Men's Club.' 

On May 1, 1890, he was united in 
n arriage with Rose A. Fursdon. 

Hox. Fred Gage, Senator from 
District Xo. 5, was born in Enfield, 
X. II., August 29. 1S62, son of Ros- 
well and Sarah (Little) Gage, and 
was educated in the public schools 
of Enfield and Grafton, in which lat- 
ter town he has had his residence 
since childhood, and where he has 
been actively engaged in agriculture, 
lumbering and general business, in- 
cluding that of an auctioneer. He 
attends the Christian church and is 

Hon. John H. Gapxand 

They have five children — a daughter 
Helen Alice, 26 years of age, a grad- 
uate of Fryeburg Academy and the 
Gorham, Me., Xormal School, and 
now a teacher in Massachusetts, and 
four sons — Percy Fursdon and John 
Maurice, 24 and 22 years of age re- 
spectively, both also graduates of 
Fryeburg Academy, and Lloyd 
Thomas and Robert Allen, aged IS 
and 14. now in school. 

affiliated with the Republican party. 
He has served his town in various 
capacities — as Moderator for several 
years; also as tax collector, treasu- 
rer and trustee of Trust funds. He 
was a delegate from Grafton in the 
recent Constitutional Convention, 
and served as a Representative in 
the Legislature of 1919, when he was 
a member of the Committees on 
Railroads and Roads, Bridges and 



Fraternally Senator Gage is a Ma- 
son and a Patron of Husbandry. 
On November 2, 1887, he was united 
in marriage with Laura E. Bucklin. 
They have had two children. A 
daughter, Ethel L., born October 6, 
188S, married Rollie C. Leonard. 
She died in January 1919, leaving 
five children. A son, A. Stuart, born 
November 21, 1894. is married, and 
has two children. lie is engaged in 
farming and woodturning, and is at 

Hont. Ellsworth II. Rollins, 

Senator from District No. 6, was 
born in Alton. October 26. 1861, son 
of Enos G. and Adaline (Piper) Rol- 
lins both his paternal and maternal 
ancestors being of Revolutionary 
stoc.c. The Rollins family were 
among the first .settlers of the town 
of Alton, and its representatives 
have always been among the ear- 
nest workers for the social and civic 
welfare of the community*. • Mr. 

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Hon. Fred Gage 

present a member of the Grafton 
board of selectmen. 

In the present Senate, Senator 
Gage is chairman of the Committee 
on Towns and Parishes, and a mem- 
ber of the Committees on Manufac- 
tures, Public Improvements (clerk), 
Roads, Bridges and Canals, and 
State Prison and State Industrial 

Rollins yreceived his education in 
the Alton schools and at Wolfeboro 
Academy. In business he is a lum- 
ber manufacturer of forty years ex- 
perience, alert and progressive in his 
ideas, and familiar with the prob- 
lems which confront men in his line 
of activity and in the general busi- 
ness world, as well as the questions 
with which the average citizen has 



to deal. In religion he is a Congre- 
gationalism and politically a stead- 
last adherent of the Republican par- 
ty, in whose interest he has labored 
as well as for the general welfare 
of the town by which he has been 
honored by election to most of the 
offices within its gift; also serving 
for six vears as erne of the Commis- 
sioners of Belknap County. He was 
a member of the House of Represen- 
tatives in 1893, serving on the. Corn- 

Senator Rollins is chairman of the 
Committee on Railroads and a mem- 
ber of the Committees on Forestry, 
Judiciary and Labor. 

I J ox. Charles H. Beax, Senator 
from Du-Trict No. 7, was born in 
Lebanon, N. H., July 21, 1866, son 
of Reuben and Adalinc (Hoyt) Bean, 
removing to Franklin in early life, 
where he was educated in the public 

Hon. Ellsworth H. Rollixs 

mittee on Military Affairs, and 
was a delegate in the Constitutional 
Conventions of 1912 and 1918-21. 
He is a 32d degree Mason, an Elk 
and Knight of Pythias, and a mem- 
ber of various other organizations. 
In manner he is cordial, sympathetic 
and easy of approach. He married 
February 14, 1907, Miss Maude 
Weymouth of Laconia. They have 
one daughter, Abbie Adaline, now 11 
years of age. 

schools, and has since resided, and 
where he is engaged in the moving 
picture business, is owner and man- 
ager of the Pastime Theatre, and is 
the head of the State organization 
of those engaged in that interest. 
He is a thoroughly public spirited 
citizen and his theatre is often open- 
ed for the use of public gatherings, 
and frequently without charge. In 
religion he is a Roman Catholic. 
He is a Knight of Columbus and of 



the Maccabees, and an Elk. being 
First Exalted Ruler of Franklin 
Lodge, B. P. O. E. 1280, and a Past 
District Deputy of the order. 

In politics he is a Republican: He 
represented Ward o. Franklin, in the 
Legislature of 1905. serving as a 
member oi the Committee on 
Towns. In 1911 he represented the 
former Sixth District in the State 
Senate when he was Chairman of 

chant. They have one son, Charles 
II. Bean, Jr.. now thirty years of 
age. who is married, has a son eight 
years of age. and is the operator of 
his father's motion picture theatre. 
Senator Bean is Chairman of the 
Fisheries and Game Committee and 
a member of the Public improve- 
ments. State*" Hospital, and State 
Prison and Industrial School Com- 

Hon. Charles H. Bean 

the Coram ttee on State Hospital 
and amem!):r of the Committees on 
Revision of the Laws, Elections, La- 
bor and Fisheries and Game. He 
was elected a delegate from his 
Ward to the Constitutional Conven- 
tion in 1912, and at the last election 
was returned to the State Senate 
from the present Seventh District, 
where his former experience renders 
him a valuable member. 

He was united in marriage, Octo- 
ber 20, 1889, with "Miss Mary Mer- 

FIo.v. George Arlington Fair- 
banks, Senator from District No. 8, 
was born in the town of Newport, 
where he has always resided, March 
24, 1863, son of George H. and Helen 
M. (Nourse) Fairbanks. He was 
educated in the Newport schools, 
graduating from the high school in 
1881, studied one year at Tilton 
Seminary, and later engaged in 
mercantile life in Newport, in which 
he continued successfully for four- 
teen years. In 1899, in company 



with George A. Dorr, he purchased 
the Granite Stale Mills at Guild in 
Newport, which had been for some 
time practically dormant, made ex- 
tensive improvements and in a short 
time had the same running- in a high 
state of efficiency, employing a 
large force and doing a profitable 
business, from which he retired some 
two years since. Meanwhile he has 
always been interested in agricul- 
ture, as was his father before him. 

Methodist General Conference at 
Des Moines. Iowa. Politically he 
has always been identified with the 
Republican party. He served twelve 
years as a member of the Newport 
school board, and was a Represen- 
tative from .that town in the Legis- 
lature of 1917, serving as Chairman 
of the Railroad Committee and 
member of the Committee on 
Banks. In 1916 he was one of the 
Republican candidates for Presiden- 

Hon. Charles A. Fairbanks 

and his home is a spacious residence 
on the old Fairbanks place, com- 
manding a fine view of the village, 
and located on the spot where he 
was born. 

In religion he is a member and ac- 
tive worker in the Methodist Epis- 
copal church, and he has also been 
prominent in the work of the Sul- 
livan Co., Y. M. C. A. In 1920 he 
was one of the two lay delegates 
from the N. H. Conference in the 

tial electors. In the Senate this 
year, he is Chairman of the Finance 
Committee, and a member of the 
Committees on Agriculture (clerk), 
Banks (clerk), Manufactures and 

Senator Fairbanks is a Royal Arch 
Mason (Past High Priest of the 
Chapter of the Tabernacle) and a 
Shriner. He is a director and presi- 
dent of the Citizens National Bank 
of Newport; director and treasurer 



of the Carrie F. Wright Hospital, 
and a trustee of Tilton Seminary 
and president of the board. 

He married, October 22, 18X5. 
Margaret A. Gil-more oi Newport. 
They have three children — Helen 
M., a graduate of the Lucy Wheel- 
ock Training School, for seme 
time a sucessful kindergarten 
teacher, now Mrs. Horace A. 
Rediicld of Mount Vernon, N. 
Y. (two children i : Marian S., a 

Hox. John Gilbert Winant, 
Senator for District Xo. 9. Avas horn. 
in New York, February 23, 18S9. son 

of Frederick and Jeanette L. (Gil- 
bert) Winant. He was educated at 
St. Paul's School, Concord, X. H., 
and Princeton University, Prince- 
ton. X. J., graduating from the lat- 
ter in the class of 1913. Since that 
time he lias been a teacher at St. 
Paul's school, except during a period 
cf 21 months in the service during 

Hox. Jonx G. Winant 

graduate of Boston University and 
a talented soprano singer, now Mrs. 
Harold D. Andrews of Concord, and 
Harold G., a graduate of Tilton 
Seminar}.-, who served in the late 
war, eniisting in the Coast Artillery, 
and later served as a Lieutenant in 
the Quartermaster's Corps, over- 
seas, who is now married and engag- 
ed in business in Xewport. 

the World War. He enlisted as a 
private in the American Expedition- 
ary Force ; was later commissioned 
in the air service, and served on the 
front as a pilot and squadron com- 
mander in observation aviation. 
Since his return he has been an As- 
sistant Principal at St. Paul's. In 
religion he is an Episcopalian, and 
in politics a Republican of progres- 



sive tendencies. He was a Repre- 
sentative from Ward 7. in the Leg- 
islature of 1917, serving as a mem- 
ber and clerk of the Committee on 

Revision of the Statutes, and as 
Chairman of the joint committee 
on State House and State House 
Grounds. In the Senate, this year, 
he is Chairman of the Committee on 
Agriculture, a member and clerk of 
the Committe :s on Education, Ju- 
diciary and State Hospital, and a 

Hon. Fred O. Smallev, Senator 
from District No. 10. was horn in 
Rockingham, Yt.. December 9, 1857, 
son of Orren E. and Elizabeth 
( Roundy) Smalley, and was educat- 
ed in the Rockingham public schools. 
He is a farmer, living upon the Con- 
necticut River farm in Walpole, 
which he purchased 35 years ago, 
to which he has made extensive ad- 
ditions, including meadow, pasture 
and woodland, and another entire 










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Hon. Fred O. Smalley 

member of the joint standing com- 
mittee on Engrossed Bills. 

He is an Odd Fellow, a Patron of 
Husbandry and a member of the 
Wonolancet Club and the Concord 
Chamber of Commerce, in which 
work he takes an active interest 

On December 20, 1919, he was 
united in marriage with Constance 
R. Russell of New York. They 
have a daughter. Constance R., 
horn January 3, 1921. 

farm, so that he has now a farm of 
420 acres, in excellent condition. 
Politically he is a life long Republi- 
can, and has always been interested 
in whatever pertains to the welfare 
of the town. He is chairman of the 
Town Trust Funds, has served two 
terms on the board of Selectmen, 
during one of which terms he built 
the tirst mile of State road construct- 
'ed in town, and was a member of the 
House of Representatives during the 



last session of the Legislature, 
serving on the Committee on Agri- 

In religion he is a Universalis! 
ami in fraternity life lie is an Odd 
Fellow and a Patron of Husbandry. 
He- is a member of the Cheshire 
County Farm Bureau, serving on the 
executive board of that organization, 
and is president of the Cheshire 
County Fanners' Exchange. 

December 20, 1883, he married 

Ordnance Department in the late 
World War. 

Senator Smaller is chairman of 

the Senate Committee on Labor, and 
a member of the Committees on Ag- 
riculture, Claims and Roads, Bridges 
and Canals. 

_ Hon. Merrill Gould Svmoxds, 
Senator from District No. 11, was 
born in Rindge, April 30, 18S2, son 

Ho.v. Mkrrill G. Sy: 

Nora E., daughter of Martin R. and 

Laurenza (Davis) Lawrence, of 
Rockingham Vt. They have two 
sons Dean F., born July 22, 1885 
and Lee S.. born April 23, 1887. 
T.oth are graduates of the New 
Hampshire College in the four years 
Mechanical Engineering course. 
lJean K who is in the employ of the 
General Electric Company of Lvnn 



is married and has three chil- 
Lee S., was a Captain in the 

of Augustus F. and Addie (Wether- 
bee) Symonds. He was educated 
in the Rindge public schools and at 
Mt. Hermon Academy, Northfield. 
Mass. He resided in Rindge until 
1910, engaged in lumbering, and 
serving three years on the board of 
selectmen. Removing to East Jaf- 
frey in 1910, he has there been "en- 
gaged in the manufacture of box 
shooks and match blocks, as a mem- 
ber of the Bean and Symonds Co., 



of which he is secretary and treas- 
urer, and is also connected villi 
various other business activities. 
He is a director of the Monadnock 
National Hank and chairman of its 
Loaning Committee; trustee of the 
M »nadnock Savings Bank; a direc- 
tor of die Annett Box Co.. oi the 
l an rev Development Co.. of the 
Jaffrey Construction Co.. and vice- 
president of the Building and Loan 
Association, and a trustee of Conant 
Academy funds. 

mil tee on Banks, and a member of 
the Finance (clerk), Fish and 
Game, Incorporations and Labor 

He is a Knight Templar, Mason, 
and Shriner, and a member of the 
1. O. O. F. He was united in mar- 
riage, September 22. 1910, with 
Miss Marion E. Garfield of Jaffrey. 

Hon. Charles Sumner Emerson, 
Senator from District No. 12, native 

Hon. Charles S. Emerson 

Senator Symonds attends the 
Baptist church and in politics is an 
active Republican. He has been for 
ten years a supervisor of the check- 
list in Jaffrey, and for six years a 
member of the Play Grounds Com- 
mittee. He was a Representative 
from Jaffrey in the Legislature of 
1919, serving on the Committee on 
Appropriations. In the Senate, this 
year, he is Chairman of the Com- 

and life-time resident of .Milford, 
was born April 2, 1866, son of Sum- 
ner B. and Martha A. (Bales) Emer- 
son, and received his education in 
the Milford schools and at Cushing 
Academy, Ashburnham, Mass. Af- 
ter a short period of school teach- 
ing, he entered the furniture and 
hume-furnishing store of his father, 
in which he has continued to the 
present time, having been for many 



years the directing spirit in a large 
and growing business, as well as a 
potent Figure in town and com- 
munity affairs. He is president of 
the Milford Building and Loan As- 
sociation, president of the Granite 
Savings Bank, ex-president of the 
■Milford Hospital Association, and 
has served as secretary and presi- 
dent of the Milford Board of Trade. 

Politically Senator Emerson has 
long been an active and prominent 
Republican. He has been the town 
moderator since 1910, . and served 
with marked ability as a represen- 
tative in the state legislature of 1907 
and 1909, acting as chairman of the 
House Committee on Public Im- 
provements each year. Largely to 
his influence is due the permanent 
retention of the State Capital in 
Concord and ihe following enlarge- 
ment of the state house and passage 
of the Trunk line highway bill. He 
is prominent in the Congrega- 
tional church in Milford and the 
state at large, serving as superin- 
tendent of the Sunday School, and 
as Moderator of the X. H. Confer- 
ence of Congregational Churches in 
1915-16. He has long been active 
in Odd Fellowship, is a Past Grand 
Master of the Grand Lodge of N. 
H., and served for twelve years as 
grand representative to the Sov- 
ereign Grand Lodge. He was ap- 
pointed by Gov. Keyes, chairman of 
the Trustees of the State Industrial 
School and of the N. H. Pilgrim 
Tercentary Committee. During the 
world war he served as chairman of 
the 2nd Hillsboro County Selective 
•Draft Board and as a member of the 
State Committee of Public Safety. 

June 13, 1889, he married Miss 
Estelle F. Abbott. They have 
four- children, three sons and a 
'daughter. The elder son, Dean A., 
'(Dartmouth, 1914, Thayer School, 
1916), served as a lieutenant in the 
Aviation branch of the A. E. F. 

The second son. Sumner B., 
(Dartmouth 1917). was a lieutenant 

in the balloon section, Aviation 
branch. The third, Mark F., is a 
student in the Milford High School. 
Senator Emerson is chairman of 
the committee on Revision of the 
Laws and a member of the For- 
estry, Public Health. School for 
Feeble-Minded and State Prison 
and Industrial School Committees 
and is ready and active in the dis- 
cussion of all matters of impor- 
tance coming before the Senate. 

Hon. Thomas F. Moran, Senator 
from District No. 13, was born in 
the city of Nashua, which has al- 
ways been his home, June 13, 1876, 
sou of Michael and Mary (Sweeney) 
Moran. He received his prepara- 
tory education in the Nashua pub- 
lic schools, pursued the study of 
law and graduated from the Boston 
University School of Law in 1900, 
in which year he was admitted to 
the New Hampshire bar, and com- 
menced the practice of his profes- 
sion as a partner of Hon. Edward 
H. Wason, present Representative 
in Congress from the second 
New Hampshire District, which re- 
lation has continued to the present 
time, the firm doing an extensive 
business and the burden of the 
work necessarily falling upon Mr. 
Moran, since Mr. Wason's congres- 
sional service began. 

Politically Mr. Moran is a mem- 
ber of the Democratic party and is 
prominent in its councils. He- 
served, as a member of the Nashua 
Board of Aldermen in 1907-8, and 
was a Representative in the Legis- 
lature in 1905, when he was a mem- 
ber of the Judiciary Committee. 
He was also a delegate from his 
ward in the Constitutional Conven- 
tion of 1912. He has frequently 
been urged to be a candidate for 
Mayor of his city, but has never 
been disposed to do so. In the 
present Senate he is chairman of 
the Committee on Claims and a 



member of the Elections. (Clerk) 
Judiciary, Rule? and Soldiers' Home 
Committees, and of the Joint Com- 
mittees on Rules and Engrossed 
bills. He is a ready and forceful 
speaker and frequently heard in de- 

Senator Mo ran is a Roman Catho- 
lic in religion, a Knight of Colum- 
bus, Elk, Hibernian, Forester, and 
a member of the Nashua "Country 
Club. August 30, 1905, he was 

Julia (Hardy) Flanders. Fie re- 
ceived his education at the Clinton 
Grove Academy and from private 
instructors, and for the last thirty 
years or more has been successful- 
ly engaged in the manufacture of 
tool handles and small hardware 
specialties at North Weare, which 
is his post office address. He takes 
an active interest in all matters per- 
taining to the welfare and prosperi- 
ty of his town ; is president of the 

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Hon. Thomas F. Moran 

united in marriage with Maude C. 
Matthews. They have hvc chil- 
dren: Kenneth, Dorothy M., Made- 
line, Barbara, and Thomas F. Jr., 
varying in age from fourteen to live 

Hon. William W. Flanders, 
Senator from District No. 14, was 
born in the town of Weare, Septem- 
ber 30, 1869, son of William and 

Weare Board of Trade, and a mem- 
ber of the New Hampshire Manu- 
facturers Association. He is also 
vice-president and general manager 
of the Weare Improvement and 
Reservoir Association, and his most 
important work has been along the 
line of water power development in 
the Piscataquog River region. In 
religion he is a llniversalist, and in 
politics a Republican, though his 
town is irenerallv Democratic. He 



was elected to the last House of 
Representatives, however, being" the 
first Republican chosen to the Leg- 
islature from Weare in twenty 
years. He was a member of the 
Appropriations Committee, took an 
active part in its deliberations, and 
was a frequent speaker in the 
House. In the Senate, this year. 
Mr. Flanders is assigned to the 
Chairmanship of the Committee on 
Public Improvements and member- 

American ancestry, June 5, 1873, 
a son of John and Elizabeth A. 
(Hall) Qrr. His father was a 
farmer, and postmaster of his town 
for 25 years. He was educated in 
the schools of his native town, 
learned the plumber's trade in 
youth, coming to Concord more 
than a quarter of a century ago, 
and soon establishing himself in 
business, in which George H. Rolfe 
became a partner about sixteen 

Ho.w William \V. Flanders 

ship on Claims, Finance and Labor 

May 29, 1890, he was united in 
marriage with Miss Mabel Thorn- 
ton of Weare, by whom he has had 
four children: Theodore \\\, Marion 
J., (deceased), Russell B., and Isa- 
dore R. 

Hox. Benjamin Hall Okr, Sena- 
tor from District No. 15, was born 
in Armagh, Quebec, of Scotch and 

years ago. Here he has continued 
since, the firm conducting an ex- 
tensive business as plumbing and 
heating contractors, though he was 
personally absent four years, from 
1913 to 1917, while engaged in the 
same line of business with a 
brother in Vancouver, B. C. 

Politically a Republican, he serv- 
ed several years as Moderator in 
Ward 5, from which he was elected 
to the legislature of 1919 by the 



largest majority ever given any 
man in the ward, and served as a 
member of the House Committee on 

Education. At the last election, as 
his party's candidate for Senator, 
he also received the largest majori- 
ty ever cast, and that against the 
strongest Democrat in the district. 
J lis committee assignments in the 
Senate are Chairman of the State 
Hospital Committee and member of 
the Committees on Education, 

Hox, William B. McKay, Sena- 
tor from District No. 16. is a native 
of Concord, where he was born, 
February 5, 1875. son of William B. 
and Catharine (McDonald) McKay. 
He was educated in the public 
schools of Concord and Manchester 
in which latter city he has resided 
since childhood, having long been 
employed by the Amoskeag Mfg. 
Co., for which corporation he 
has been for some time overseer 

Hox. Bexj 

Manufactures, Public Health, and 
Railroads, also of the Joint Com- 
mittee on State House and State 
House yard. 

Senator Orr attends the South 
Congregational Church, is a 32nd 
degree Mason, Knight Templar, 
Shriner, and a member of the Won- 
olancet Club of Concord. He mar- 
ried, September 21, 1908, Caroline 
Dudley of Concord. They have two 
sons, Dudley, born June 21, 1908, 
and John, March 29," 1914. 


of printing and is editor of the 
Amoskeag Bulletin, published semi- 
monthly in the mills.. He has seen 
21 years of service in the N. H. N. 
G., and is at present Captain of 
Headquarters Company in the N. 
H. State Guard. He is a Congre- 
gationalist in religion, and political- 
ly a Republican. He was a Repre- 
sentative from Ward 9, Manches- 
ter, in the Legislature of 1917, 
serving as Chairman of the Com- 
mittee on Military Affairs, and as 



a member of the Committee on Rail- 

Senator McKay is Past Exalted 
Ruler of Manchester Lodge, No. 
146, B. P. O. E.. and present District 
Deputy Grand Exalted Ruler for 
New Hampshire. He is also a mem- 
ber of Wildey Lodge, No. 45, I. O. 
O. P., and of Social Rebckah Lodge; 
a member of the Golden Cross and 
a member and past president of the 
Amoskeas; Textile Club. He was 

Hon. Adams Leonard Greer, 

Senator for District No. 17. was 
born in the town of Dunbarton, 
January 8. 1879. son of John E. and 
Carrie (Roberts) Greer, and was 
educated in the public schools, the 
Goffstown High School and Man- 
chester Business College. Eor the 
last 22 years he has been a mem- 
ber of the Greer Piano Company, 
of which he is treasurer, the com- 
pany having' two stores, one in 

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Hox. William D. McK.v 

active in the war work during the 
late world struggle, and was local 
Food Administrator for Manchester. 
In the present Senate Mr. McKay 
serves as Chairman of the State 
Prison and Industrial. School Com- 
mittee, a member and clerk of 
the committee on Military Affairs, 
and as a member of the Committee 
on Railroads and Revision of the 
Laws. He is married and has one 
daughter, Laura, aged 17 years. 

Manchester and one in Concord. 
In religion he is affiliated with the 
Baptists and in politics is a Repub- 
lican, and represented Ward 3, 
Manchester, in the Legislatures of 
1915 and 1919, serving on the Rail- 
road Committee the former year, 
and on Incorporations and Military 
Affairs in the latter, being Chair- 
mon of Incorporations. 

Senator Greer was a member of 
the Manchester Eire Department 



for 16 year? and two year? company 
clerk. He also served 16 years in 
Battery A.. X. II. X. G. and was 
First Sergeant when discharged in 
1916. He is an Odd Fellow-; Red 
Man, Knight of Pythias (member 
of Astrobad Temple, No. 150), a 
member of the American .Mechanics, 
of the Calumet Club of Manchester 
and of the Battery Association. 

in the Senate he holds the chair- 
manship of the Committee on Pub- 

educated in the Parochial Schools 
of that city. He is a Roman Catho- 
lic, a Democrat, and by occupation 
a street railway conductor. He is 
married and has four children. He 
was for some time, lieutenant in 
the Sheridan Guards and member of 
its Veterans Association. He is a 
member of the Foresters of Ameri- 
ca, and of the Street Railway Men's 
Union. He served in the State 
Legislature in 1919, and was a 

Hon. 1. Greei 

He Health ; is a member and clerk 
of the Committee on Claims, and a 
member of the Finance and Military 
Affairs Committee. 

June 27, 1907, he was united in 
marriage with Miss Julia Canton. 

member of the House Committee 
on Military Affairs. In the Senate, 
this year, he is Chairman of the 
Soldiers' Home Committee, clerk 
of Fisheries and Game, and Labor 
Committees, and a member of the 
Committees on Military Affairs 
and School for Feeble Minded. 

Hox. Thomas J. Cox way, Sena- 
tor from District "Xo. 18, was born 
in Manchester July 17, 1SS5, and 

Hox. Ferdinand P'arley, Sena- 
tor from District Xo. 19, was born 



at St. bimon, Quebec, educated in 
Nashua Schools. Boston English 
Higlv School Harvard College and 
the Harvard Law School, and is a 
practicing attorney in Manchester. 
In relig,on he is a Roman Catholic 
and m politics a Democrat He 
was a member of the House o\ Rep- 
resentatives in 1917. serving on the 
Committees on Revision of the 
Statutes and Unfinished Business 
In the present Senate he is Chair- 

(Barstow) Whittemore, bein- a 
descendant on the paternal sid?. of 

1 ni.mas \\ hittemore who settled in 
Cambridge Mass., in 1642; and, on 
the maternal side, of Elder William 
Brewster of the Pilgrim Colon v. 
«e was educated at Pembroke 

£S / e , m U nd , the Harvard Law 
School 188C/. when he was admitted 
to the bar and commenced practice 
m Dover where he has continued, 
tie is an Episcopalian in religion 

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Ho.v. Arthur 
man of the Committee on School 
the Committees on Revision of the 
Laws, State Hospital, and State 
i nson and State Industrial School 
being clerk of the latter. 

Hon Arthur Gilman Whitte- 
more. Senator from District No 
fV was born in Pembroke, Julv 26 
1&>6, son of Aaron and Ariannah 

G. Whittemore 

and in politics a Republican. He 
has .served 13 years as water com- 
missioner of Dover; was Mayor of 
the city in 1901-2-3, during which 
time the new city library and high 
school building were erected; serv- 

mo7 hc H ° USe of Representatives 
in IJU6; was a member of the State 
Board of Railroad Commissioners 
from 1903 to 1911, and Chairman the 
last three years; member of the 
Constitutional Convention of 1912- 



member of the Executive Council in 
1919-20, serving as Chairman of the 
Committee on Highways, repre- 
senting the Governor and Council; 
Chairman of the Committee on 
medals and certificates for return- 
ed sailors, and member of the board 
of State Prison trustees. Chosen 
to the State Senate at the last elec- 
tion, he is serving as Chairman of 
the Judiciarv Committee and as a 
member of the Commttees on 
Banks, Finance, Fisheries and 
Game and Railroads 

Senator Whittemore is much in- 
terested in New Hampshire History 
and Genealogy, is Governor of the 
X. H. Society of Colonial Wars and 
President of the X. H. Genealogical 
Society. He is a director of the. 
Strafford National Bank and vice- 
president of the Straf f 'ord Savings 
hank. During the late war he 
served as Chairman of the Strafford 
County Draft Board. He married, 
June 27. 1887, Caroline B. Rundlett. 
They have two children, Manvel, 
a graduate of Dartmouth 1912, ad- 
mitted to the bar in 1915 and now a 
sucessful lawyer in New York, and 
Caroline (Radcliffe College 1919) 
now a teacher in Connecticut. 

Hox. Joe W. Daniels, Senator 
from District No. 22. is a native of 
Xewburvport, Mass., born January 
7. 1858, son of John II. and Albina 
F. (White) Daniels. He was edu- 
cated in the Xewburyport schools. 
He is engaged in insurance business 
in Manchester (922 Flm St.) being 
a senior member of the firm of 
Daniels and Healey. In politics 
he is a Republican, and is treasurer 
of the Manchester City Committee. 
He represented his ward in the 
Legislature of 1919, serving on the 
Insurance Committee. Chosen to 
the Senate at the last election, he 
is now chairman of the Committee 
on Incorporations, and a member of 
the Judiciary, Banks and Ejections 

Committees. He is a member of 
the Elks, Knights of Pythias, Ameri- 
can Mechanics and New England 
Order of Protection, being Secre- 
tary l<1 the Grand Lodge of New 
Hampshire in the latter. He is 
married, his wife having been Miss 
Emma Frances Frye of Berwick, 

Hox. James Arthur Tufts, 
Senator from District Xo. 23, was 
born in Alstead, Cheshire Co., X. 
H., April 26. 1855, the son of Timo- 
thy and Sophia P. (Kingsbury) 
Tufts. Pie fitted for college at 
Phillips Exeter Academy and 
graduated from Harvard (A. B.) 
in 1S78, since which time he has 
been a resident of Exeter and a 
member of the faculty of Phillips 
Exeter Academy as a teacher of 
English, and at times other sub- 
jects, Latin, Mathematics, History, 
etc. Pie has always been deeply 
interested in educational matters, 
and is a member of various learned 
societies and associations, including 
the Modern Language Association 
of America, American Dialect So- 
ciety, American Philological Asso- 
ciations and the X. E. Association of 
Colleges and Preparatory Schools, 
of which he is president. He is an 
honorary member of the Cliosophic 
Society and of the Harvard Chap- 
ter Phi Beta Kappa, and an associ- 
ate member of the X. H. Society of 
the Cincinnati. He received the 
honorary degree of A. M. from 
Dartmouth College in 1917 and 
LL. D. from X. PL College in 1920. 
In religion he is a Unitarian and is 
a vice-president of the American 
Unitarian Association. He is a 
trustee of the X. H. State College, 
of Robinson Seminary, Exeter, and 
the Exeter Public Library, and is 
president of the New England 
Alumni Association of Phillips 
Exeter Academy. 

In politics Prof. Tufts is a Re- 



publican. Tic was a Representa- 
tive from Exeter in the Legislature 
of 1905. and again in 1907, serving 

as chairman of the Committee on 
Education at each session, as he 
clues in the present Senate, as well 
as holding membership on the Com- 
mittees on Agriculture, Forestry 
(clerk) and Revision of the Laws, 
and the Joint Committee on State 
Library. Prof. Tufts was president 

born Dec. 6, 1888, with Pratt, Reed 
and Co., piano keyboard mfgs., 

Deep River, Conn. ; lames Arthur, 
Jr.. born Oct. 8, 1891, N. H. Col- 
lege, 1914, Patron of Husbandry, 
Master E. X. H. Pomona Grange, 
member Rockingham Co. Farm 
Bureau and X. II. Horticultural So- 
ciety; junior partner with D. Web- 
ster Dow and Co., trees, shrubs, 
etc., Exeter and Epping; Helen, 

Hox. J A WE: 

of the Republican State Conven- 
tion in 1918, and Chairman of the 
Committee on Resolutions in 1920. 
lie married, December 21, 1878, 
Miss Effie Locke. Children: Effie 
Miriam, born Nov. 27, 1879, died 
Nov. 2, 1903 ; Irving Elting. burn 
Dec. 23, 1881, graduated from Har- 
vard 1903, with Hornblower and 
Weeks, X. Y., since graduation ; 
Theodora, born Dec. 6, 1888. wife 
of Prof. X. G. Burleigh of Dart- 
mouth College; Delmont Locke, 

A. Tufts 

bom Nov. 10, 1896, student and 
teacher of pianoforte, Exeter, X. H. 

Hox. Oliver L. Frisbee, Sena- 
tor from District Xo. 24, is a na- 
tive of Kittery, Me., and a graduate 
of Bates College, class of 1883. For 
many years in his early life he was 
engaged in the hotel business in 
different parts of the country, and 
during the time of the Spanish war 
had charge of the Tampa Bay 


Hotel in Florida. He is interested the Legislature of 1911 as chair- 
in the Atlantic Deeper Waterways man of the House Committee on 
association, of which he is vice- Public Improvements. He serves 
president, and has been active in the in the Senate, this, year, as chair- 
work of the National Rivers and man of the Forestry Committee, 
Harbors Congress. He is a Knight member and clerk of the Soldiers' 
Templar, Mason, Odd Fellow. and Home, and member of the Public 
a member of the Paul Jones Club, Improvements and Roads, Bridges 
S. A. R.. of Portsmouth. A Re- and Canals Committees, 
publican in politics, he served in 


Bv Harold Final. 

A faint, far music softly falls 
Where the fountains play; 
A ghostly lady shadowily 
Walks there after day. 

Her eyes are deeper than the stars, 
Her hands are palely white; 
Through the moon-laden solitude 
She walks at night. 

Her hands are lifted to implore, 
As though a lover waited there ; 
The last hush of a lonely word 
Falls on the air. 

Only the fountains answer her 

And the song of the moss-grown trees 

Or the drip of the rain on the velvet grass 

Or the sobbing breeze. 

A faint far music softly falls 
Where the fountains play ; 
A ghostly lady shadowily 
Walks there after day. 


By Richard D. Ware. 

The Friend Well John, old man — 

John What a warm hand! I'm dead and mine are 

It's good to hold. 

The Wife He does not know you. lie began 

To talk an hour ago. The things he's told 
As if the)- were today. The people that he 

Out of the memories 
That life is to him now 
I never knew or heard of, I, his wife. 

The Friend It is the flow 
Of life, 

When all the vital things 
That made up life to him in secret soul 
Are taking to their wings 
From earth, to go where he may go. 

The Wife No one should know. 
1 feel as if we stole 
The. treasure of his heart. 

It's time for this. 

The Friend Come, let me lift you up. 

Good God ! flow light he is. 
John Up? And do you thing a sup 

Of soup or milk or stuff the doctors brew 7 

AVill raise the dead? I'm dead. 

Can you not see that only the old John you 

Is lying here a moment, spirit sped? 

And vet what man denies 

Unless he lies 

That death has reached him in some hidden 

Before the end ! 

The Wife It's come ! I can not feel his heart. 

Quick! Send! 
The Friend John always meant the thing he said, 

He's dead. 


Bv Nicholas Briqgs 


Continued frotr 

zbruary Issue. 

Referring to the remaking of pins 
by Calvin Goodell, he ma\ have 
used pins whose heads had been 
pulled off in use. I am unable to 
speak accurately of this, but I have 
an impression that in those days 
pins were hand-made, and the loss 
by a pin of its head was a common 
occurrence. To be sure the needles 
could be bent in this way if their 
temper was drawn, but whether he 
worked upon pins or needles does 
not lessen the fact that he did so 
work, as I passed him many ;i day 
and saw him do it, besides hearing 
many comments upon it from 
others. lie always earned upon. 
his arm a small oval wooden tray 
with a bail united to its sides. 

Funeral services were attended 
by every one old and young not 
prevented by illness. All were in 
uniform which for the brethren 
meant the long drab coats in both 
winter and summer. The sexes 
faced each other in long ranks, 
standing throughout the service, 
which was opened by a brief ad- 
dress by the leading Elder. Then 
followed the singing of two or three 
selected pieces, interspersed by 
more or less speaking by any who 
desired to do so, usually some 
reference to the special virtues of 
the departed one. Sometimes a 
poem or a piece written for the oc- 
casion by a brother or sister w r ould 
be read, all betokening affectionate 
regard for the loved one. There 
were special funeral hymns. The 
following one was always sung in 
the case of an older person. 

"Our brother's gone to his (her) eternal 

Let us prepaie to follow him (her) 
Be righteous and be holy." 

The following was sung to a 
valued young person: 

"What mean.- this calm, what's this I hear? 
A rushing sound accosts mine ear. 
All lis a hand of angels bright, 
Descending from the realms of light, 
To hush a soul whose end draws nigh, 
And waft her spirit up on high, 
To ope the gates of Paradise, 
And usher her to holiness. 
Mark, hear the music sweetly roll, 
As; onward they conduct her soul, 
And in the distance far and wide, 
An echo follows God's your guide. 
And now a trumpet loud and shrill 
Doth sound these words, saving peace be 

Come to my arms thou faithful one 
Receive the treasure thou hast won. 
A crown of glory shining bright, 
A robe of beauty lily white, 
Adorned with jewels rich and rare, 
Such as the true peacemakers wear. 

This was composed for Nellie 
Tibbetts, a much beloved young 
Sister, and this last piece for an es- 
teemed young Brother. 

Let holy calmness rule each mansion. 
Let mirth and gaiety be hushed, 
A painful theme claims our attention. 
Our Father calls, give heed we must, 
For death has our fond circle entered, 
And torn from our embrace away 
A brother der.r in whom was centered 
Our cherished hopes for future day. 

Ah! William, why so early leave us 
To toil on earth without thine aid? 
If Heaven wills, O still be with us 
While we through life's rough billows 

We can't forget thy many efforts 
To help support the cause of God. 
May peace and love, sweet joy and comfort 
Supremely crown thy blest abode. 

The service continued one half 
or three-fourth hour, depending up- 
on the prominence of the deceased. 
If the weather was suitable, the en- 
tire Family marched slowly and 
solemnly to the cemetery, preceded 
by the corpse in a small wagon 
drawn by a steady old horse always 



led by a brother, never driven. The 
coffin always a white pine one, un- 
stained, with lie carrying handles, 
made by a member. Arriving at 
the grave, the people circled around 
it, the coffin deposited therein and 
several bretheren refilled the grave 
and laid the sod upon the top, and 
the people returned home in the 
same manner as before. 

The next important event, one to 
which we all had looked forward 
for years, was the visit to our sis- 
ter Society at Enfield. The com- 
pany always consisted of two breth- 
ren and four sisters, one older 
brother and sister usually going as 
chaperons. Those who were select- 
ed as the next part)' to go were noti- 
fied long in advance that their 
special clothes necessary might be 
prepared, and they would meet to- 
gether as a company in pleasurable 
anticipation to talk it over, and to 
rehearse new songs to sing to our 
Enfield friends. 

I was delighted to find that 
Helen was to be one of the com- 
pany, and I knew that she was 
equally pleased. I very much ap- 
preciated the kindness with which 
our case was treated, and it had the 
happy effect of stimulating me to 
act honorably with regard to our 
profession and not cause our El- 
ders to regret their liberality. 

It was in September. 1866, that 
this visit was made. Having fifty 
milis to go, with heavy farm horses, ' 
required a long day. We carried 
our dinner and ate it in the hotel at 
the Potter Place. The landlord 
was agreeable to this method, and 
it was a usual custom for the 

Our carriage was made expressly 
for visits like this. It was a cover- 
ed carriage accommodating just six 
people. In the rear was a locked 
box to contain needful articles for 
a long journey. There were recep- 
tacles under the seats and pockets 

in the curtains, eveiy thing to make 
it convenient and comfortable. 

It was a long ride, but made very 
pleasant with singing and chatting 
all the way. We arrived at Enfield 
Church Family late in the afternoon 
and found a dainty supper ready for 
us. These Shaker visits were quite 
formal affairs, and the same routine 
was followed with all visitors in all 
the societies. After supper the 
ministry spent an hour with us at 
the office which was our visiting 
home, and the rest of the evening 
we enjeyed socially together. After 
breakfast the Elders visited with t;s 
an hour, and then escorted us over 
the premises; the brethren's shops, 
the kitchen, dairy, infirmary, gar- 
dens and barn. 

Dinner was a most exquisite af- 
fair, as indeed was every meal. 
They gave us of their best in every 
way. There was a sort of rivalry 
between the two societies to see 
which one could out do the other in 
this respect, and when you got a 
competition of this kind between 
Shaker cooks, you may depend upon 
it that there was something doing. 

In the afternoon we visited the 
sisters shops, the rooms in the 
Dwelling House and at two o'clock 
all the sisters, in the Meeting Room 
in the following manner: First the 
sisters formed in ranks. The vis- 
itors passed up and down these 
ranks, attended by a brother and 
sister of the home people, and we 
halted before each sister, she giv- 
ing us her name. Our sisters shook 
hands with their friends but we 
brethren were not thus favored; 
however, we had our revenge when 
we came to visit the brethren. Next 
the sisters were formed in three cir- 
cles, we brethren sat with one cir- 
cle, endeavoring as best we could to 
interest them, and they earnestly 
making the same effort, strangers 

If neither visitors nor visited 



were reasonably adept in conver- 
sation, it was liable to he a pretty 
dull affair. But we wore out twenty 
minutes in some fashion, and we 
all changed circles, two of our sis- 
ters at each of the other circles. 
Another twenty minutes and we 
changed again, until we had visited 
all around. We then, accompanied 
by some of the young sisters of the 
Family, strolled around the grounds 
and the lake until time for us to 
return to the Office for supper. 

In the evenings members of the 
Church and the other Families call- 
ed upon us at their pleasure, but we 
always enjoyed an hour by our- 
selves before retiring. One day 
w.-s spent visiting the second Fami- 
ly and another the North Family, 
and one day we drove to Hanover, 
where we were courteously enter- 
tained by the professors of Dart- 
mouth College. 

Sunday morning we visited the 
children, boys and girls, at their 
respective homes, and attended pub- 
lic meeting in the Meeting House 
with the North and Second Fami- 
1'es. and the Church Family in the 
afternoon. After supper Sunday 
evening the Elders visited us an 
hour, then the Ministry awhile and 
cur visit was over. 

In the morning early but not 
hright, for it was rainy, we started 
''• r home. If it was a gloom}' day 
it did not dampen our enjoyment, 
not for one inch eft the way. At in- 
tervals for some time thereafter we 
met together as a company who first 
went visiting together, enjoying a 
certain limited relationship that at 
the beginning, as the signing of the 
Covenant, was encouraged by the 
Flders as another tie to bind us to 
the faith. 

Each year our people sent a com- 
pany of visitors to Enfield and re- 
ceived one from them. Nearly 
every year we sent a company to 
some other societies. It might be 
to Alfred and Gloucester in Maine. 

It might be to Flarvard and Shirley 
in Massachusetts, or it might be a 
six weeks tour to Mt. Lebanon and 
Watervliet, N. Y., Flancock, Mass., 
and Enfield, Conn. 

Throughout the summer Ave were 
entertaining visitors from other so- 
cieties more or less, from Maine to 
Kentucky. Occasionally a small 
company would take an outing to 
the ocean for a week or so. We 
would also take one day excursions 
to Winnepesaukee Lake or the 
Guilford Mountains, with perhaps a 
sail to Wolfeboro or Alton Bay. 

I recall one time that Captain 
Walker of the Lady of the Lake in- 
vited our entire Family to a sail 
over the lake. The invitation was 
accepted, and every kind of vehicle 
in all the Families was requisition- 
ed for the purpose, and then we 
c; uld not all go. It surely was 
sc me excursion. 

I have referred to the superlative 
importance in which singing was 
held in our worship. In past times 
little attention was given to its 
quality. Possibly the amount of 
zeal was gauged by the volume of 
sound; but our present leaders were 
not pleased with any phase of 
crudeness, and noting my ambition 
for improvement in music they 
urged me to a leading part in it, and 
as about this time the State Musi- 
cal Convention was held in Con- 
cord, 1 was permitted to attend it, 
and continued to do so every year. 

Some of the young brethren be- 
coming interested in improvement 
requested me to start a school with 
them. We were going on very 
pleasantly when the sisters, learn- 
ing of it, requested admission; 
therefore we took a larger room for 
our purpose. Our school grew, 
and we adjourned to the school 
house where we held weekly ses- 

The interest increasing, Prof. 
Behj. P>. Davis of Concord was 
hired to give us an hour's instruc- 



tion every week, and through his in- 
troduction Dr. Chas. A. Guilmette 

became interested in us, ana both 
himself and Mrs. Guilmette very- 
kindly gave us the benefit of their 
unusually fine musical talent. Dr. 
Guilmette was for years surgeon 
for an opera troupe. He taught 
music from a pathological stand- 
point, illustrating his views by plas- 
ter cast of the vocal organs. He 
established the Guilmette Tech- 
nique System which was continued 
by Mrs. Guilmette. Herbert John- 
son, the talented singer of the Rug- 
glcs Street Quartette, was her 
pupil and her daughter, Annie Wes- 
tervelt, was many years leading so- 
prano at the Church of the Immacu- 
late Conception. 

Airs. Guilmette devoted many 
weeks to the instruction of our 
girls in deep breathing and vocal 
gymnastics to the great benefit of 
their health, for whereas in former 
years tuberculosis had been very 
prevalent there, and deaths from 
that disease were numerous, since 
the time of her teaching, with con- 
tinued practice in those exercises, 
the deaths by consumption have 
been very few. 

A notable result of her teaching 
is the well known Shaker Quartet 
and Trio, the members of which 
were not by any means the only 
examples of this intelligently de- 
veloped system of voice building. 

In a visit of Elder Frederick W. 
Evans to our society he was so 
well pleased with the manifest im- 
provement in singing of our people, 
that he made a recptest for me to 
give his people at Mt. Lebanon a 
little instruction. His request 
being granted, I suggested that a 
couple of sisters go also, and I was 
permitted to make my own selec- 
tion. I was tactful enough not to 
choose those who very young. I 
made no mistake in my choice, for 
two lovelier women could not have 
been found, and our tour of six 

weeks was a life long memory of 
enjoyment. YYe had none of the 
formality, usually attendant upon 
Shaker visitings. We mingled 
freely and unrestrainedly with the 
people and made a very many 
friends. We spent a week with the 
society at Watervliet, and made 
calls of a day or two at Hancock, 
Enfield. Conn., Harvard and Shir- 

It was some four years after that, 
the Ministry of South Union, Ky., 
visited Canterbury, and they, too, 
expressed a desire for a little aid in 
music, and I was sent down there 
for the winter. I cannot speak 
very highly of my success in this 
endeavor. The young men scarcely 
attended our schools at all, but they 
were helpful in rounding up and 
driving in the girls, who after the 
novelty wore off were very apathet- 

This unfavorable condition of 
things worried me exceedingly at 
first, but I came to see the ludicrous 
side of it, and gave myself up to en- 
joyment as a visitor and guest. A 
fine Kentucky loper was placed at 
my disposal, and I took trips on 
horseback, by carriage and by train, 
the station was not more than fifty 
rods away, and on the Shaker's 
land, — to Bowling Green, 14 miles 
north east, a battle ground of the 
Civil War; to Russelville, a regular 
"secesh" hot bed ; and to Nash- 
ville, for two days to attend the 
Mardi Gras upon a scale little 
known here in the North. 

We rode through the woods un- 
troubled by underbush; rambled 
over the barrens to some extent, 
but there was not much fun in walk- 
ing, for everything in the woods 
was covered with the finest dust 
and one was soon covered with it, 
and on the barrens one must step 
carefully from tuft to tuft of the 
sage grass, or go down into the 
sticky mud. 

I attended the christening of a 



negro cabin, and one of these af- 
fairs was quite enough ; a hog kill- 
ing by the negroes in the' most 
primitive style imaginable, in which 
one seemed transported to the wilds 
of Africa. It was a warm-hearted 
people and we parted from each 
other with genuine sorrow. On 
my return I visited all the other 
five societies in Kentucky and Ohio. 

I first entered the office as Trus- 
tee in 1870. The Eldress continued 
the same course in regard to Helen 
as heretofore. Helen was repeated- 
ly in her turn one of the office cooks, 
and we met very often. Many of 
ray meals were taken at the office 
and of course she assisted in pre- 
paring them. 

One day as 1 passed through the 
workman's dining room where she 
was at work she said "I shall al- 
ways love you Nicholas." That 
was a sound of ineffable sweetness 
to me. I was tempted to enfold 
her in my arms, to have her lips 
meet mine and to say "I love you 
dearly. Helen." 

For a moment I was too much af- 
fected and, indeed, too much sur- 
prised to speak. I knew that if I 
yielded to my impulse Shakerism 
with us was at an end and I was 
ready to renounce it. I loved 
Helen, but I loved her, or thought 
I did, purely as a sister. I had nev- 
er spoken of love to her, nor inti- 
mated it in any violation of Shaker 
propriety. I never meant to go that 
far. J had not thought of nor de- 
sired her as a wife; that was a sin 
to he repented of in sackcloth and 
ashes. I was conscientiously a 
celibate. I was true to my faith 
and dared not entertain a thought 
of marriage. All my religious 
training was antagonistic to the 
thought of such a possibility. In 
that respect I was undeveloped and 

Yet now I was sorely tempted ; 
the more so from having recentlv 
some disappointing experiences in 

my official life. I had witnessed 
developments of selfishness and dis- 
regaid of some important principles 
in those higher up, and for whom 
I had entertained the greatest re- 

Cotdd 1 have taken Helen and 
gone then how much sorrow I 
would have escaped! But what 
should I do with my faith? How 
about those vows so often made be- 
fore the younger ones who looked 
up to me as a staunch pillar of the 
Church, some of whom I had 
brought into the society, and many 
whom I held there by their love 
for me? How could I fail my 
friends. My fathers and mothers, 
who placed unlimited confidence in 
me ; whom I loved most dearly, and 
for whom I must care in their de- 
clining years? And last, but not 
least, there was my own mother 
and sister and brother, all as I sup- 
posed contented. 

All these things acted as strong 
deterrents, but the most powerful 
was the thoughts of the future life. 
If I surrendered to these natural 
impulses and drifted with , the tide, 
could I meet and dwell with the 
loved ones who had gone on before, 
or would I be debarred from their 
presence as a traitor and the gates 
of Heaven be closed against me? 
The weight of the evidence was 
with Shakerism, and the Shaker 
within me won. The way I had 
left the matter apparently settled 
it, as our intercourse continued in 
our accustomed manner. I con- 
sidered it to be that belonging to 
ourselves only, and I never alluded 
to it to her or any one else. 

Before I went to South Union, 
I had been living at the North 
Family as associate Elder a year 
or more, and of course was unable 
to see Helen very frequently. I 
think she must have felt this par- 
tial separation keenly, for the day 
before I started for Kentucky I 
called upon Eldress Dorothy to bid 



her good bye and found Helen in 
her room. To my great surprise 
she told me that Helen had decid- 
ed to go to the world, and she left 
the room with Helen and me alone 
together. I was sufficiently ac- 
quainted with the tactics of the El- 
dress to believe that she was still 
within hearing, 'which deterred me 
from talking with Helen as freely 
as I would have desired. I wanted 
to question her closely, to obtain a 
more powerful reason for her dis- 
content than J seemed to posssess, 
but I was sh.rewd enough to con- 
fine myself to a conversation that 
could not be criticised. 

I did, however, plead with her 
with all the fervor of which I was 
capable to reconsider her decision 
for her sake and for mine, and 1 
succeeded in exacting a promise 
that she would remain until my re- 
turn. I was in hopes that then I 
might be able in some way to 
change the current of her thought. 
and win her again to the fold. Had 
we at that last interview been really 
alone, so that Helen could tell me 
of the indignities heaped upon her, 
and upon other young women as 
well, it would have burst my bonds. 
1 would have taken Helen and left 
Shaker Village forever. 

Within a few weeks after being 
in Kentucky, a letter from the El- 
dress informed me that Helen had 
gone. Imagine the gloom it cast 
over my visit. I felt the bottom of 
my life had dropped out. My first 
impulse was to write to Helen. O 
I longed so much to do so; but this 
would again violate Shaker rule, 
and the Shaker in me was still 
dominant. If then we had corres- 
ponded to the intent of giving me 
full information of the real situa- 
tion I would have seemed to owe 
no allegiance to such a cause, for 
however worthy it might be in it- 
self, and it had much, very much 
to commend it, if unkind ways were 

necessary to maintain it, the more 
rapid its decline the better. 

A few months after my return 
home 1 was in Providence on some 
business of the Eldress and called 
upon Helen. She gave me some 
hint of the compelling cause of her. 
leaving, but I felt it not right to 
probe her, and she, conscious of my 
embarassment did not urge her 
confidence upon me, and it was 
nearly thirty years before I again 
saw her and heard her story. 

As has already been stated, the 
basis of Shaker theology was a be- 
lief in a continuous revelation from 
Divine sources, a direct communi- 
cation with the spirit world. A 
product of this belief was two most 
singular books: "The Divine Book 
of Holy Wisdom,'' inspired by 
Paulina Bates, Waterv.liet, N. Y., 
and "The Sacred Roll and Book," 
inspired by Philemon Stewart, Mt. 
Lebanon, X. Y. Both these books 
were esteemed as canonical, and the 
leaders insistently urged their 
thorough reading by all. old and 
young, and no one had done his 
duty until every word from cover 
to cover had been read. The same 
inspiration that produced the Sac- 
red Roll directed that a copy of it 
should be sent to every Ruler in 
the world. 

1 am very sure that an attempt 
to do this was made, but as to how 
far this was done I never knew. 
These books were published some- 
where in the forties of the nineteen- 
th century. Within twenty years 
the reverence for them was unrec- 
ognizable and ultimately both books 
by some mysterious agency vanish- 
ed from sight. What became of 
them I do not know, and for aught 
I know they may have been burned. 
Even the author, of the Sacred Roil, 
was in disfavor at Lebanon and sent 
to the society at Gloucester where 
he died. 

The Wisdom Book, as it was 



familiarly called, was held in high 
repute, even above that of the 
Bible, because it was supposed to 
embody a later revelation of God's 
word to man. and hence originated 
the idea that it really was the 
Shaker's Bible. No reason was 
ever given by the leaders to the 
people for the abandonment of the 
Fountains, or the discarding of 
these once so sacred books. They 
did assign a cause for the with- 
drawal of spirit manfestations, as it 
had been predicted that this power 
would go out into the world for an 
indefinite time, but would return 
again to Zion with increased power. 
Well, the years passed by, and no 
signs appeared of its coming, until 
even the prophecy was forgotten. 
But some of the most sincere and 
devout remembered, and their con- 
fidence in all the Divinity of reve- 
lation was shaken. The sincerity 
of those earlier Shakers was un- 
questioned, but to the intelligent 
thinkers arose the query whether 
these people were not victims of 
self deception, and some of us dar- 
ed to accept that version of it. 

Of all the dangers besetting our 
convictions, no more severe blow 
than this could possibly be dealt. 
The most devotional, the most at- 
tractive and charming part of our 
faith was taken away. It under- 
mined our conceptions of the future 
life, and made its very existence 
a matter of grave uncertainty. So 
far then as religious belief distinc- 
tively was concerned, there remain- 
ed little inducement for a Shaker 
life. The one- vital principle now 
remaining was the Virgin Life. 
This had a broader interpretation 
than mere celibacy. It meant a 
perfect chastity of body and purity 
of mind. Indulgence of even an 
impure desire or thought must be 
confessed, as all sin is fundamental- 
ly of the mind. It was the Christ 
life. There was no hypocrisy in 

it. It would seem a little para- 
doxical that so very much was said 
in their songs and in their publica- 
tions about the marriage of the 
Land) and Bride when they looked 
upon the earthly marriage with ab- 
horrence. There was a very great 
inconsistency in dilating so much 
on the glories of the Heavenly 
Kingdom in that regard, and yet 
despoil us of all this enjoyment 
here below, and yet continually as- 
sert that this life was but the type 
of the life to come. It did not com- 
fort with our conception of a loving 
Father to give his children here on 
earth powers for enjoyment, facul- 
ties fur development and desire to 
use them, and then punish them all 
through this life by decreeing their 
renunciation. Some of us dared to 
think of these things, and free 
thinking is dangerous to a doctrine 
unsupported by evidence and op- 
posed to common sense. 

The Shakers claimed that the 
married life was a selfish one, and 
that their interest and love is nar- 
rowed to their own little circle, but 
the members of a Shaker Communi- 
ty may be just as selfish as people 
anywhere. They may shirk their 
share of duties and responsibilites 
and disagreeable work, or they may 
avail themselves of opportunities 
afforded by an official position to 
appropriate to themselves comforts 
and conveniences not common to 
the whole. A community may be 
indifferent to the sufferings of hu- 
manity, make little effort and less 
sacrifice to soften the asperities of 
life around them, deluding them- 
selves with the belief that in devot- 
ing themselves exclusively to the 
care of each other they are reaching 
the climax of unselfishness. As a 
matter of fact the Shakers are very 
human, and are selfish or otherwise 
just ah other people are. 

The only exceptional cardinal 
principle now claimed by the Shak- 



crs is Community of Interest. In 
the earlier history of the society 
the true spirit of communal interest 
was rigidly enforced and the most 
perfect equality observed. The 
trustees were the custodians of the 
real estate and moneys, and were 
held to a close accountability. All 
expenses and receipts were record- 
ed, and their books were at all 
times subject to inspection by the 
Ministry, to whom they were ac- 
countable. But even the Ministry 
could not hold money. The Elders 
were subject to the same restric- 
tions as the members, and were not 
consulted upon financial affairs; 
their functions being- restricted to 
the internal business of the Family. 
The Trustees were not supposed to 
attend places of amusement nor in- 
dulge in any pleasures denied to 
their brethren at home. When a 
member left home for a day or long- 
er, he applied to the Trustees for 
money, and on his return a detail- 
ed report was made, and the un- 
spent money returned. If a mem- 
ber needed any article that had to 
be bought, he applied to the Family 
Deacons, and they in turn made 
requisition upon the Trustees. The 
Deacons kept a supply on hand of 
articles that were continually need- 
ed, such as nails, screws and tools. 
It was not a little irksome to hu- 
man pride to be compelled to ask 
for every little things one needed, 
especially if the Deacon was inclin- 
ed to be a little captious,, to ques- 
tion the real need of it, or a too 
frequent application for the same 
article, and the maximum of tact 
and thoughtfulness did not always 
prevail; but all this was in. perfect 
keeping with the duty to humble 
our pride, which formed an impor- 
tant part of the burden of testimony 
in our meetings. In all this there 
was one excellence, that of equality. 
Impartiality was the rule and it be- 

got harmony. But as the Society 
declined in numbers, the tendency 
to laxity of the old time strictness 
became apparent. 

In their finances the Shakers 
seem just now to be in quite a 
comfortable condition. The aband- 
onment of so many of the societies 
and removal of their few re- 
maining members to the other so- 
cieties means the sale of their pro- 
perty, the proceeds of which are 
supposed to accompany those 
people to the society to which they 
go, and hence a diminishing popula- 
tion increases the wealth of those 
remaining, or in other words, "the 
fewer mouths the better cheer." 

Writing as I am compelled to do 
entirely from memory it is not 
strange that some interesting little 
features may have been omitted, as 
for instance, every Society was 
given a spiritual name which head- 
ed all letters written to each other 
from one Society to another ; as for 
instance the spiritual name of 
Mount Lebanon was Holy Mount, 
that of Watervliet was Wisdom's 
Valley, that of Canterbury was 
Holy Ground, and that of Enfield 
was Chosen Vale. 

There was an annual ceremony of 
the "Washing of Feet" upon some 
day appointed by the Ministry. 
This may have been at Christmas 
Eve. but it was discontinued so 
many years ago that I cannot recall 
the exact time of ordinance. It 
was observed by all the members in 
their several living rooms. Two 
would be seated facing each other 
with a vessel of water between 
them, one with a clean towel across 
his lap. Each in turn would ten- 
derly take his brother's foot, place 
it in the water, slightly rub the foot 
and dry it on the towel. This was 
reciprocated by the other and thus 


until all in the room were served. ERRATA 

Another feature that I regret to ' , 

have omitted was that not only did , "'?« "^ calIfed " Unde " * the Vil- 

every entrance to everv house have \, W? ' s E!der NichoIas whe " 

a foot scraper and mat but also in- *" " a " d Brother at other times .- 

variably had a broom hanging by a Page 46S ' " Sav ° r . v *' viands (omitted), 

suing upon a peg inside "the" door, Pa £° 47,J - "Wooled sheets" should be 

to ignore the use of which was al- woolen sheets. 

most a cardinal sin. ] sadly miss Page 474. Some of the marchers. 

this broom in our city houses., and should read som, of the marches (plural 

greatly deplore its absence. of march.) v 

Shakerisn,, which will i^L\^ t^^ot^t^l^^ ^ of 


By Ida B. Rossitcr. 

Who would believe that chiselled face 
Came from the whorl of choatic space? 
A Sphinx with features clear and bold,. 
Guarding the Notch for years untold, 
Not made by man from this earthly clod, 
But hewn and carved by the hand of God! 


By Lcighton- Rollins. 
Beloved, in the cold 
Damp dusk of November, 
Neath the trees all bent in age, 
Through the fields brown and forsaken 
\\ here each little blade of grass 
Yearns for a diamond kiss of the snowflake 
Here have I walked in quiet, 
Remote and apart from men. 

And all about me, in the meditation of the skies, 

In the brown, gray plumed grass of the fields, 

lour spirit, O loved one, 

Brushes me tender and comforting, 

Like the clear crooned song of the stars at dawn. 



By Alida Cogsivell True 

Brightly gleam — O star of evening; 
Moon above, with golden glow, 
Light the pathway, with its milestones, 
To the days of long ago. 

Show the fairy land of childhood — 
With its glints of gold and rose, 
Memories ever growing brighter 
Dearer still — 'till life shall close. 

Light a hamlet quaint in story, — 
Rich in culture, — music rare. 
Shaker sisters and the brethren, 
Living lives of love and prayer. 

Sun above, — thru fleecy cloudlets, 
Trees all leafy and out spread — 
Form a back ground for a picture 
Oft recalled — where'er I'm led. 

Sabbath walk to "Shaker Meeting,'' 
Happy custom held of yore, 
Peaceful scenes — -blue skies above us 
Kindly silence brooding o'er. 

Sistren quaintly gowned and reverent, 
Brethren— saints of old — sincere 
Under rows of arching maples — 
Groups of worshipers draw near. 

Single file the church we enter — 
Father, brother at the left — 
Mother, daughter with the sistren 
Family ties the while bereft. 

Bursts of song — of exhortation — 
Shaker march, — long cast away — 
Thro' all the years this memory lingers- 
This ''Shaker Meeting" of olden day. 



Bv G 

ge I. Putnam 

I had been very naughty. Aunt 
said so. Being set to clear away 
the breakfast dishes I bad tried to 
satisfy my still sharp appetite by 
sly pickings into the dish of apple 
sauce. My criminal leanings 
being as yet imperfectly developed 
I attempted no concealment, and of 
course my sin found me out. At 
dinner time the shortage of apple 
sauce spoke for itself. I bad noth- 
ing to say for myself. Aunt spoke 
sufficiently, both from my point of 
view and hers, and at the conclu- 
sion of her remarks I was sent to 
bed for the afternoon. 

Perhaps I snivelled as I lay in 
bed ; I do not know. All I am sure 
of is that Aunt stood suddenly in 
the half-opened doorway and de- 
manded : 

"Do you want anything?" 

I wanted my handkerchief des- 
perately, and the need makes me 
suspect a case of snivels. Aunt 
waited on me. While I lav passive 
on my pillow, awaiting the next 
gift of the gods, she dived into the 
pocket of my little breeches in 
search of the dingy rag. 

Suddenly her voice rang sharp 
with a note of terrible triumph. 
"What's this?" she called. 

With my heart sinking from fear 
of I knew not what newly exposed 
depravity, I opened my eyes toward 
her and saw her holding up by the 
tip of thumb and forefinger, a 
molasses cooky. I had forgotten 
hour of need, and my sorrows of 
that squirrel's hoard against the 
hour of need, and my sorrows of 
bed-going had killed my appetite. 
I would have chosen to go without 
the handkerchief a century rather 
than that she should discover the 
cooky. With the threat of the In- 
quisition's tortures in her tones she 
repeated her query ; but I could only 

groan in anguish of spirit, correct- 
ly anticipating immediate anguish 
of bod)-. 

Very slowly, impressively, she 
declaimed : "He sure — your sin — 
will find— you out" 

How thoroughly convinced of 
that I was! 

She -went on, implacable, un- 
sparing : 

"I never did see sech a boy! I 
don't bch'eve the world holds an- 
other like ye, not one! I hope to 
goodness I'll never run acrost one, 
anyways !" 

The vision of that other boy's un- 
happy fate if she did run acrost him 
loomed in my mind and I would 
have spared him. "I hope you 
won't," I whined. 

"Oh, you can't make up to me 
like that !" she answered sharply, 
suspecting me of an attempt to 
butter parsnips. "The way you act 
with vittles ! A body'd say you was 
haff starved. Do ye get enough 
to eat?" she demanded. 

I caught my fugitive breath and 
whimpered, "Yes, ma'am." 

"Of course you do. 1 knew it. 
But I didn't hardy spoze ye'd have 
the grace t' admit it. They's no 
blame to my door, 't any rate. I 
feed ye and" feed ye well, and this 
is all the thanks I get for't ! When 
you've set to table and et all that's 
good for ye, then ye have to go 
wdien my back's turned and steal 
my good vittles ; steal 'em ! Cookies 
and apple sauce ! You're a thief, 
You know wdiere thiefs wind up" 

I dismally admitted that I did. 
"I'll be crucified." 

"H'm! "Well, if you don't beat 
my time! Ye aim high at that, I 
mus' say. Jail! Jail!" she repeated, 
throwing the word at me from her 
angry forefinger. "Jailed ye may 
be, but not through fault o' mine," 



she went on. setting her lips in a 
thin, straight line, and making cer- 
tain preparations which my abject 
spirit had already anticipated. "I'll 
do my duty by ye. I said I would 
when 1 took ye. and I will!'' 

Then she did her duty by me un- 
til her arm must have ached from 
the exeieise. After which, heated 
in body and mind, her voice raised 
as though addressing me at a dis- 
tance: "You are a very naughty 
boy! An' now you lay there till 
you c'n say you're sorry and won't 
do it again!" She left mc.„ 

ll was no punishment, then, to 
lie in bed. It was indeed balm and 
solace, the only solace mine in a 
wide and barren world. I lay there, 
clinging to the pillow while the 
whirling room slowed down and the 
bed ceased rocking. The soundless 
sobbing left me exhausted and I lay, 
limp, wishing nothing but to lie, 
He forever, undisturbed. Sleep 
stole upon me and restored me ; and 
presently I opened my eyes with 
renewed alarm to see Aunt again 
standing by my bed. But ray alarm 
was due to a guilty conscience, as 
I knew when it appeared there were 
no other crimes charged against me 
on that day's calendar. 

"Get up, and get your clo'es on,'' 
Aunt commanded. "You'll be late 
for supper." 

Supper! There was magic in the 
word. Eating was always in good 
form. And at supper there would 
be Uncle, beck from the store. I 
dressed wtli commendable haste. 

When I stole into the kitchen the 
table was laid for the meal. Very 
crisp and correct it was, with a 
white cloth and sprigged dishes, 
with plates of toast, cake and cook- 
ies and a bowl of apple sauce. 
Uncle was seated at his place be- 
hind the toast, his hands neatly 
folded in a waiting attitude on the 
edge of the cloth in his front. To 
put the whole hand on the cloth 

would have, been to soil that spot- 
less napery— I knew! 

Aunt took her place opposite 
Uncle, the apple sauce under her 
care. I sat at the side between. 
As I slid to my chair Uncle lifted 
his chin and gave me a friendly 
smile, then bowed his head above 
his crossed fingers and mumbled 
some phrases which I never caught 
distinctly, but during which I had 
learned that it was necessary to 
hold my appetite in check. Other- 
wise I would fast, not feast. 

It was during this enforced wait 
that my eye. furtively taking in the 
supper equipment, fastened on the 
appalling fact that but two indi- 
vidual dishes stood beside the bowl 
of apple sauce. There was some- 
thing ominous about that which the 
artificially cheerful face of Aunt 
did nothing to dispel. Anxiously 
I awaited developments. 

Aunt dipped some sauce into a 
small dish and passed it to Uncle. 
"You keep this, Henry," she said, 

Uncle paused, his hand arrested 
in the act of passing the dish to me. 
His glance quested back and forth; 
his tongue well trained to silence. 

Not so Aunt. She was voluble 
and her frankness would have dis- 
armed had it not been assumed. 
"That's Squar' Applesauce over 
there," she chatted. "He takes 
hisn alone." 

"You mean the boy don't git 
none?" Uncle asked huskily. 

"Squar' Applesauce don't git 
none," she corrected. "He took 
hisn all alone this forenoon. 'Spoze 
he likes it better that way." 

Uncle was like one stunned. He 
bent over his plate, a sadness 
gathering on his visage and he ate 
as if the savour of the food had 
departed. Indeed it had, for me. 
To be addressed as Eben Apple- 
sauce, Esquire, would ordinarily 
have been delightful pleasantly'- Un- 



der the circumstances it was hitter 
irony. With but feeble zeal I ap- 
plied myself to toast and a mug of 
milk. Aunt's appetite, however, 
was never better. She ate and 
drank with tremendous relish. 
Through it all her eye was upon 
me. remarking my laek of accom- 

"Set to, Squar' Applesauce, set 
to and make a good meal," she urg- 
ed with mock hospitality. Then 
with viperish change: "Eat while 
I'm lookin' at ye and not go pickin' 
and thievin' afterwards-. Here you 
he, a great boy seven years old an' 
I can't trust ye to clear th' table! 
What sort of a man will ye make 
if ye ain't to be trusted now?" 

"1 don't know, ma'am," I whined 

"Yes. ye do know, too," she came 
back, sharp as a shot. "it's ben 
drilled into you enough. You start 
in takin' little things and it's only a 
step to bigger ones. And what will 
ye be? she demanded. 

"A criminal, ma'am," I faintly ad- 

"Criminal, yes. And jes' think 
how I'd feel to have a boy I'd rais- 
ed turn out a criminal ! Now ye 
know what you're com in' to, ye 
must fight ag'inst it. I can't do 
nothin' for ye if ye won't do nothin' 
for yourself. I'm tryin' hard, night 
and day ; land ! I don't hardly 
think of nothin' else but how to save 
ye and- make a man of ye; and here 
ye hang back and fight ag'inst me 
instead of with me ! But I won't 
give up! I'll save ye yet if there's 
any savin' left in ye !" She turned 
to Uncle and took an intimate tone. 
"This is proper good apple sauce 
ain't it, Henry?" she asked like a 
young housewife seeking praise for 
her cookery. 

Uncle took one glance at my 
stricken face and faintly rebelled. 
"Almiry, can't ye let the boy alone?" 
he remonstrated. 

"1 ain't talkin' to him," Aunt re- 

turned in a tone of surprise. "I'm 
talkin' to you Henry. I ast you if 
this wasn't prime apple sauce." 
And she took a spoonful of it with 

"Oh, dear me!" sighed Uncle, 
giving it up. 

Somehow his despair seemed to 
put Aunt on the defensive. "Any- 
how, I'm going to do my duty by 
him, don't you think I ain't," she 
declared with finality. "If it kills 
us both I will ! I ain't one to go 
before th' Throne and leave it ap- 
pear I didn't do my earthlv duty. 
And I don't forget he's your folks, 
not mine, either." 

There was no opening for reply, 
even had anyone been in condition 
to hazard a word, and the simple 
meal sped to an end undisturbed. 
Aunt, giving undivided attention 
now to her plate, ate well. Present- 
ly something underneath the table 
touched my leg, a furtive touch. I 
responded. Then the exploring 
member, sure of its ground, pressed 
repeatedly against me. Uncle and 
I exchanged no glances as his warm 
knee caressed my lank little shin, 
but we both found excpiisite satis- 
faction in the touch and our spirits 
rose. It was balm to my soul to 
thus know Uncle for an ally ; it was 
the acme of cleverness thus to es- 
tablish communication under the 
very nose of the enemy. I could 
have laughed aloud, but for the be- 
trayal. Truly, I was learning self- 
control ; I could bear pain without a 
cry, joy without a smile. Perhaps 
I was learning other things, such as 
deceit and trickery. That phase of 
the matter would have given Aunt 
pause ; Uncle and I passed it over 
with careless grace. 

After supper Uncle sat a few 
minutes on the back porch before 
returning to the store. He sat 
there, apparently resting, but I 
knew he was waiting — waiting for 
me. My heart urged me toward 
him, but first there were duties for 



my hands. Mow desperately I liv- 
ed tip to the letter of the law in per- 
forming them ! I cleared the table : 
1 broke nothing:; 1 picked no food. 
And presently my reward was dne 
and could not be denied. 

Then I stood by Uncle's side, his 
arm drawing; me close, and closer 
yet, while mine reached around his 
neck in a strangling' grip to which 
he submitted as to a soothing in- 
fluence. He lent himself more and 
more to my slender size and puny 
strength, until he was throttled as 
with bands of straw. "With his 
disengaged hand he patted my 
head and smoothed my cheek 
from brow to chin, holding my 
small, thin face in the cup of his 

palm and squeezing until he hint. 
But of this 1 would make no sign. 
The pain that followed his touch of 
love was a real joy ; I wanted him 
to hurt "me more, to prove how 
much I could bear from him with- 
out crying out. 

But he was far from sensing the 
ordeal I fondly imagined myself un- 
dergoing. His repressed spirit 
was dissolving in tenderness toward 
me. This was his one moment of 
spiritual satisfaction; I afforded the 
sole outlet for his love. Thus we 
held each other close, and he sighed 
deeply, now and then whispering in 
the tenderest way: "My pore little 
boy! My pore little hatchet-faced 


By Walter B. Wolfe. 

The great sun has torn the misty veils 

Where many dawning empires grew — 

With silver fingers 

It has penciled many mornings; 

Babylon and Judaea 

Greece and mighty Rome ; 

Gilded for a day 

And plunged into tenebrous silence. 

The grey lichens cling 

Where pillars .stood and temples 

And the earthworms 

Have crumbled them ' forever 

The great sun has watched 

The mighty march of empires — 

Yet only the grasses 

The tali green grasses 

Growing in their crannies 

Thrusting their heads 

From cracked mosaics 

And crumbling tilings, 

Only the grasses sing now 

When the great sun 

Tears the misty veils of dawn 

With silver fingers 


Contemporary Verse Anthology 
With Ax Introduction By Wharton STork. Pp. 
266. Cloth. Xew York. E. P. 
Dutton & Co.. 

(Reviewed by Gordon Hillman) 

Mr. Charles Wharton Stork has 
a pleasant way of doing unusual 
things and doing then 1 , well, and his 
Anthology of poems selected from 
the magazine, Contemporary Verse, 
is more than notable in comparison 
with the poetry of the day. Here 
are gathered together Edward J. 
O'Brien. Lizette Woodworth Reese, 
David Morton. Witter Bynner, Ed- 
win Ford Piper. John French Wil- 
son. Margaret Widdemer. Gamaliel 
Bradford, Scudder Middleton, Sara 
Teasdale, Mary Carolyn Davies, 
Joyce Kilmer and almost a hundred 
others, a truly formidable array of 
American poets. 

Undeniably, there is no one giant 
standing head and shoulders above 
the others, but as undeniably their 
work is, on an average, exceedingly 
good. Here among them is grati- 
fication for all tastes, here are new 
writers and old, all singing to the 
best of their varied abilities and 
with few exceptions, all singing very 
well indeed. It could not have 
been an easy task to compile such 
an Anthology, which stands with 
Mr. Braithwaite's yearly collection, 
and Miss Rittenhouse's occasional 
one in bringing to the fore the real 
poetic genius of America. As the 
magazine, Contemporary Verse, is 
head and shoulders above its kind, 
one would expect an anthology of 
poems from it to be good ; one could 
not expect it to be as good as it 
really is. 

Variety is rampart for seemingly 
Mr. Stork has no prejudices, and 
both lovers of free verse and of the 
lyric will find their prophets here. 

Gratefully however, there are in this 
volume, no explosive verse, explos- 
ive onh to draw attention to its 
author, no "red shirt" and dynamite 
effects such, as are initiated by Mr. 
Sandburg to prove that he is a 
Chicagoan. no attempts to outdo 
Mr. Masters and his "'Spoon River 
Anthology" in sensationalism. 

One may read Mr. Stork's An- 
thology with the keen pleasure of 
discovering really good verse, and 
not with the more dubious joy of 
happening upon some new cult or 

"ism." It shows American poetry 
as it is, not as certain radicals in 
rhythm would have us see it. In- 
evitably there are poems in this col- 
lection that some of us will not 
like, there are no poems that none 
of us will like. 

As to which is the best, you must 
judge for yourself. The group of 
"Week End Sonnets" by John 
French Wilson are unusually good, 
and the best of the younger sonnet- 
eers. David Morton, sings the glory 
of the Seven Seas in "Shipping 
News" and '"Beauty Like Yours." 
Vet possibly Edward J. O'Brien's 
"Pulvis et Umbra" overtops them 
all. Few modern poets and fewer 
modern American poets can write 
like this. 

"I am but a dusty name 

Blowing- down a ruined stair, 

I whose passion was a flame 
Kindling all the windy air. 

Veil my dreaming with a sigh 

Light is drowned in shadow's foam, 
I, whose dream may never die, 
Knew not when I wandered home." 
He who would find better con- 
temporary verse than this must 
fare far. 

Hardly less good is a poem by 
Lizette W'oodworth Reese, best re- 
membered of all American women 
poets, and Miss Sara Teasdale is 
represented by three delightful 



"Songs for E." Weil known by 
this time through many reprintings 
is Amanda Benjamin Hall's "I Am 
A Dancer," and Marguerite Wilkin- 
son's "Weather" is fully qualified 
to stand beside it in merit. 

For contrast, there is a very jolly 
poem by Joyce Kilmer, "The Ash- 
man," almost a phantasy with a 
rollicking humor through it all, and 
Gamaliel Bradford has contributed 
some of his best known excellences 
of verse, deserving of much appre- 
ciation in these days when form and 
meter are neglected. 

And now to the youngsters, the 
poets of the future? Air. Morton 
has arrived as his sonnet, "Shipping 
News," testifies. 

"Here is the record of their splendid days, 
The curving prow, the tall and stately 
And all the width and wonder of their 
Reduced to little printed words, at last. 
The Helen Dover docks, the Mary Ann 

Departs for Ceylon and the Eastern trade ; 
Arrived: The Jacque with cargoes from 
And Richard Kidd, a tramp, and Silver 

The narrow print is wide enough for 
these : 

But here: "Reported Missing" 

the type fails. 
The column breaks for white, disastrous 
The jagged spars thrust through, and 

flapping sails 
Flagging farewells to sky and wind and 
Arrive at silent ports, and leave no more." 

So has Mr. Wilson just arrived, 
and yet there are a stride above 
Helen Coale Crew, whose "These 
Are Thy Sheep, Theocritus" is a 
rare bit of poesy. Louis Ginsbery, 
publisher of a first volume this 
winter is amply represented by "In 
the Hallway." Beatrice RaveneTs 
"Broomgrass" recalls the flaring 
color of Alfred Noves, while Ley- 
land Huckfield's "The Old Gods 
March" has a truly Chestertonian 
lilt and swing. And one must not 
forget "The Taking of Bagdad" by 
Kadra Maysi. Other there are and 
many of them who have done good 
things. Witter Bynner among them, 
but neither Leonora Speyer nor yet 
Amory Hare are additions to the 


By G. Fauncc V/hiicomb. 

Dawn, Dawn, 
The still glory of your early morn glow 

Steals over my being like wine; 
The blended shades of yoor blues and grays 
Nameless yearnings into my mind. 
Dawn, Dawn, 
The subtlety of your advent and flight 

Increases my longing to know 
The mystery of your brilliance and might. 
Bare your secret before you go ! 
Dawn — Dawn! 


Through the kindness of Mr. John M. Bartlett. A gratifying 

Brokes More a prize of of $50 is of- number of entries for the contest 

fered for the best poem published in already have been received, some of 

the Granite .Monthly during the which are printed herewith, while 

year 1921. The judges are Prof. others may be found elsewhere in 

Katharine Lee Dates, Mr. \Y. S. the magazine. 
Braithwaite and former Governor 


By Maude Gcrdon-Roby. 

Nay. tell me not that I am growing old ! 
Look upward to the glowing Sun: Behold 
His morning face of warm and ruddy gold. 
The white arms of the Sea caressingly enfold 
His rays until her bosom, heaving, cold, 

Transmutes the glory Evening bells are 

A million Stars leap out, nor are they doled 
Forth scantily like lambs into the fold. 

They crowd the blue and ever joyous hold 
Communion with the spheres. ' Man cannot 

His age, he WAS before the planets rolled 
Across the firmament Man is not old! 


By Clair T. Leonard. 

At night, dull fancies take their shapes again, 
And feed the mind with recollections dim 
Of jollity and mirth and merry men 
And prattling children— darling cherubim; 

Of silly errors, sweet in innocence, 

And spiteful actions of demeanor foul, 

And days and weeks of irksome penitence, 

Till God might waive the sufT'rings of my soul. 

And then within the blackness of the night, 

Illumined like those knightly dreams of old, 

My soul is quicken'd by a vision bright 

Of thee. And when 't is gone my soul grows cold 

The night reveals how far remote thou art, 

How many months have passed since we did part. 


Loud is the voice of the wind. 

When the mountains about arc cold. 
Wise are the words of men, 

When they speak from of old. 
New is the dawn on the hill, 

Ancient the day that dies. 
Heart of me, soul of me, life of me, 

What would you give to be wise? 

Many the voices that strive 

To riddle the meaning- of God. 
Many the steps that wipe out 

The pathways that others have trod. 
Loud is the voice of Life, 

And greater than Death's in men's eyes. 
Heart of me. soul of me, life of me, 

Would ye give what to be wise? 

When the crimson day is fading 

Into gold across the lea. 
And the moon is pouring silver 

O'er the dark, dim, purple sea, 
And the first gleam of the beacon 

Twinkles out across the dark, 
The home-light of the dory 

And the swaying fisher-bark. 

Low a woman's heart is singing 

In the firelight's homely glare, 
Singing softly to the shadows 

That beat back the hearthstone-flare, 
And her heart is full of gladness, — 

Though her song is all of pain, — 
For she cannot hear the thunder 

Or the racing hurricane, 
That in far off Southern oceans 

Strikes and overwhelms in wrath 
The ship that seeks to breast a way 

Athwart its foam-blazed path. 

Pale are ghosts of the dead 

That walk on the sea ; 
Worn are the hearts that pray 

In love and misery ; 
Black as the caverns of death 

Are the pits of her eyes ; 
Heart of me, soul of me, life of me, 

Would ye be wise? 


Where the city lights arc mocking-. — 

With a mocking that defames, 
Where the city lights arc tender. 

Like brooding altar flames, 
Where the ceaseless hum of thousands 

Seems to weave as by a spell 
All the glory that is Heaven's 

All the hate that toils in Hell. 

A woman's heart is singing 

As the evening gathers down, 
And the thousand steps beat homeward 

From the busy, tired town, 
Her heart sings with the. city 

That has left the toil of day. 
And, dressed in light and laughter, 

Waits to the night away. 
So she gives her heart to singing, 

For she cannot — cannot hear 
In a far off street the clanging gong 

That marks the city's fear. 

Pale are the ghosts of the dead 

The city has slain ; 
Broken the hearts that weep 

And pray in their pain; 
Bitter as sour' wine 

Are the tears in her eyes ; 
Heart of me, soul of me, life of me, 

Would ye be wise? 

Older than the wisdom 

That mutters through the ages, 
Younger than the dawn 

That reddens on the hill, 
Sweeter than the hawthorne. 

More bitter than the hemlock 
Is the whispered love song 

That bids the world be still. 

Listen, can't you hear it, 

In these words that falter, 
Read it in my tears 

And blushes ere they go? 
Nay, then I must tell you 

How bitterly I love you, — 
Take me, hold, love me— 

And slay me even so ! 


New Hampshire, natural home of 
winter sports, is awaking to a 
realization of her opportunities on 

this line which ought 10 mean much 
for the good of the state. Winter 
carnivals., with programs extending 
over .several days, were held dur- 
ing the month of February, 1921, at 
Newport, Gorham, Hanover and 
Lacortia. Washington's Birthday 
saw more winter guests from the 
cities come within the state than 
ever before. Seeing the profitable 
possibilities from a pecuniary point 
of view inherent in this situation, 
the New Hampshire Association of 
Publishers of Weekly Newspapers, 
at its recent midwinter meeting took 
the lead in advocating action 
throughout the state for realizing 
upon this great and almost un- 
touched asset of our commonwealth. 
The Switzerland of America does 
not need to go so far as its name- 
sake country over seas to witness 
an example of such development, 
although it is reached in its highest 
degree in that land of the Alps. 
Here in America certain sections 
of the state of New York make 
every midwinter a season of such 
joyous and healthful outdoor sport 
as to draw thousands thither to 
participate in it. There is no rea- 
son why all of New Hampshire 
cannot do the same. In a normal 
winter the supply of snow upon our 
hillj and fields and of ice upon our 
lakes and rivers is sufficient for all 
demands of snowshoe, ski and 
skate. Ideal spots for winter 
sports of every kind are to be found 
by the score within easy access 
from the great cities and well 
supplied with good hotels capable 
of entertaining the winter guest as 
hospitably as they/ have for many 
years the summer visitor. For a 
long time the members of the Ap- 
palachian Mountain Club have been 

aware that to know the White Hills 
at their best one must see them at 
their whitest and A. M. C. parties 
anually have bearded the zero 
weather dragon in his lair amid the 
mountain fastnesses. 

More recently the Dartmouth 
Outing Club has turned the tedium 
of the old time Hanover winter into 
a season of joyful sport and has 
flung its line of cabin outposts over 
a hundred miles of hills. Not the 
least factor in the wonderful growth 
of the college has been the widely 
disseminated knowledge of the work 
and fun of the Outing Club. Bring- 
ing the boys from card and pool 
tables, yes. and from study desks 
and book shelves, into God's great 
white out of doors; sending them 
over the snow and ice, across the 
fields, through the woods and up the 
hills, until every nerve tingles with 
the joy of being alive, has. done 
wonders for the physical health and 
spiritual morale of the college body. 

It will do much for every com- 
munity which gives it a fair trial. 
We can see, as the newspaper pub- 
lishers see. much money coming into 
New Hampshire as a result of mak- 
ing available our winter sport re- 
sources and advertising them to the 
world. And we can see, also, how 
a greater degree of out-of-door 
winter life for our own people would 
make us happier, healthier and long- 
er-lived. We wish every city and 
village considered a toboggan slide 
as much of a necessity as a moving 
picture theater; we wish there were 
as many ice skating rinks as dance 
halls ; we wish more girls would 
snowshoe and fewer would "shim- 
my ;" we wish more boys would 
play hockey and fewer would play 
pool. And perhaps all these things 
will come to pass if we give them 
a chance. 



Alfred W. Abbott, M. I)., was born in 
Concord. May 7. 1842, the son of Alfred 
C. and Judith (Farnum) Abbott, and died 
at Laconia, January 23. He attended the 
academy at Boscawen and studied medi- 
cine with Dr. A. E. Emery at Freherville 
and at the Dartmouth Medical College, 
from which he graduated in IS68. Be- 
ginning practice in Kansas, he soon re- 
turned to New Hampshire, at first at 
Suncook and then at Sanbornton, where 

Miss Blancht 
Laconia Hie 

Abbott, a teacher in the 

Deacon Sumner Cummings Hill, son of 
Cot. John and Betsey (Eastman) . Hill, 
was born in Conway, August 10. 1833, and 
died, there January 20, 1921. Lie married, 
April 24. 1873, Mrs. Helen M. (Dow) 
Merrill, of North Conway, who died 
February 18. 1914. As farmer, banker, 
postmaster and state representative, Mr. 


The late Dr. A. W. Abbott. 

he was located 1870-18S0. For the past 
40 years he had been a leading citizen and 
professional/ man of Laconia. He) wa"s 
the second president of the Winnipesaukee 
Academy of Medicine; president of the 
Citizens' Telephone Company; and trus- 
tee of the Laconia Savings Bank. On 
December 30, 1809, he was united in mar- 
riage to Julia Ann Clay of Manchester, 
who survives, with a son, Dr. Clifton S. 
Abbott, of Laconia, and a daughter, 

.Hill served his day and generation. He 
was a charter member of the Second Con- 
gregational Church of Conway and was 
elected deacon for life. The funeral was 
held on January 23, his pastor, Rev. 
Charles E. Beals, officiating. Interment 
was in West Side Cemetery, Conway. 
Deacon Hill was a good man, a useful 
citizen, a sterling Christian. He is sur- 
vived by an only daughter, Louise D. 
(Mrs. Stephen Allard), of Conway. 



tate Mi 







HASLA3 C. PEABSON, Publisher 
CONCOfiB, N. H. 

Number, . 

...•>. as secoi 


The late Benjamin Holt 




Vol. LIII. 

APRIL, 1921. 

No. 4 


BENJAMIN HOLT, President of 
The Holt Manufacturing Company 
and inventor of world-fame, died at 
Stockton, California, on December 
5th, 1920, after an illness that had 
confined him to his bed only about 
ten days. 

Benjamin Holt, by his inventive 
genius and his wonderful ability, 
built up a mammoth industry, made 
employment for thousands of men, 
put agriculture on a higher plane of 
efficiency and profit, and gave the 
world a machine that has been char- 
acterized as the greatest contribu- 
tion to the success of the Allies in 
the great world war. Unlike so 
many inventors and organizers, Mr. 
Holt lived to see the fruition of his 
dreams and ambitions, to see the 
building up of two immense fac- 
tories for the manufacture of his 
product, to see thousands of these 
machines sent out into every part 
of the civilized world, and finally to 
realize the greatest triumph of all- — 
the success of the Allied Armies, 
due more than anything else to the 
tanks and tractors that were the 
development of his brain. 

Benjamin Holt was born in 
Loudon, Merrimack County, New- 
Hampshire, the seventh of eleven 
children of William K. Holt, on 
January 1st, 1849. His primary 
education was gleaned in the public 
schools around his boyhood home, 
and in the academy at Tilton, New 
Hampshire. Later he attended the 
Baptist institution of learning, now 
Colby Academy, at New London. 

In 1868, Benjamin Holt, with his 
brothers, W. Harrison, A. Frank 

and Charles H. Holt, began the 
manufacture of wagon spokes and 
hubs, shipping this material, and 
also hardwood lumber, into all parts 
of the United States. In 1S73, Ben- 
jamin Holt established at Concord, 
New Hampshire, a plant for the 
manufacture of spokes, hubs, fel- 
loes, wheels, bodies and running 
gears, and during the ten years that 
he continued this business he built 
up an extensive trade that gave him 
a wide reputation in business and 
manufacturing circles throughout 
the East. 

In 1871, Benjamin Holt, together 
with W. Harrison Holt and A. 
Frank Holt, entered a wholesale 
hardwood and wheel business which 
had been established in San Fran- 
cisco some time earlier by Charles 
H. Holt. The new firm was known 
as Holt Brothers Company. Ben- 
jamin Holt did not, however, come 
to California until 1883, at which 
time he and Charles H. Holt took 
up the manufacture of wheels and 
wagon material in Stockton, first 
under the name of The Stockton 
Wheel Company, but after 1892 
under the present name of The 
Holt Manufacturing Company. 

Mr. Holt was married in 1890 to 
Miss Anna Brown, daughter of 
Benjamin Brown. The children 
are Alfred Brown, Anne (Mrs. 
Warren Atherton), William Knox, 
Edison and Benjamin Dean. 

Through the entire history of 
the Holt Company, Benjamin Holt 
had been the mechanical head of 
the company, and had been its 
president since the incorporation 



under its present name in 1892. Tl 
was Benjamin Holt who invented 
combined harvesters, which greatly 
reduced the cost and labor of har- 
vesting grain by combining the 
cutting. threshing and cleaning 
operations. It was Benjamin Holt 
who invented the self-propelled 
combined harvester, a combination 
of tractor and harvester. It was 
Benjamin- Holt who invented the 
"Caterpillar" Tractor, which prov- 
ed to offer the only solution of the 
problem of traction on soft and 
slippery surfaces and rough ground 

Up to the time of his death more 
than one hundred inventions cover 
Benjamin Holt's achievements in 
the field of industry and practically 
all are incorporated in the products 
of The Holt Manufacturing Com- 
pany.. Many of Benjamin Holt's 
most remarkable achievements 
were made in the later years of 
his life, his wonderful inventive 
faculties being retained in full 
measure up to the time of his death. 
One of his last words, in fact, was 
a request for information regarding 
the progress of work on one of his 
experimental machines. This in- 
terest continued in spite of the fact 
that Benjamin Holt himself realiz- 

ed, ui spite of the assurances of his 
doctors and nurses, that the end 
was near. 

Probably no man who has won so 

large a measure of world wide 
tame as Benjamin Holt has so 
modestly sought avoidance of 
popular praise and public recogni- 
tion of his achievements. Instead 
of accepting the honors that might 
have been his, Benjamin Holt pre- 
ferred to devote his entire time and 
energy and all of his inventive 
faculties to his life work — perfection 
of his product and further invention 
along new lines. 

Benjamin Holt's death marks the 
passing of the last of the. founders 
of the Holt business. The younger 
generation is represented in the. 
Holt Company by C. Parker Holt, 
treasurer, son of Charles H. Holt; 
Pliny E. Holt, vice-president, and 
Ben C. Holt, manager of Pacific 
Northwest business, sons of W. 
Harrison Holt. Alfred Holt, the 
oldest son of Benjamin Holt, is 
connected with the Peoria Holt 
office; William Holt, the second 
son, is engaged in sales and service 
work for the Company in Texas : 
the two younger son.s are still in 
the Universitv of California; 


By Martha S. Baker. 

A vanished joy, my garden, erstwhile gay. 
The autumn frost had swept it ghost-like, sere, 
No trace of perfume freighted blossoms near. 
No dew drenched roses rare, naught but decay, 
Where brigand bees sought sweets are dead stalks grey 
The wailing winds' discordant dirge, a jeer; 
Depressive, desolate the scene so drear; 
Death's icy hand has had its way. 

But hark! The Spring's clear call. " 'Tis time to wake, : 

Behold a bit of blue on flashing wing; 

The captive streams released rush reckless on ; 

The crocus starts its upward way to take ; 

Triumphant paeans nature's voices sing, 

For Life in conflict over death has won. 


By George B. Upham. 

The Sullivan Machinery Company now has ofli ea in Boston, New York. Pittsburgh. Knox- 
irille, St. Louis. Cleveland. Duluth, Dallas, Joplin, Denver. Spokane, El Paso Salt Lake, 
San Francisco; and agent: in oil;., r industrial and qiining centers in the United States; also in 
Toronto, Vancouver. Mexico City, Santiago in Chile, and Lima in Peru. In the old world it 
maintains heatiqu-arters at London and Pavis and before the war had a flourishing branch in 
PetrogTad. A branch has been maintained for many ytars in Sydney, Australia, and the com- 
pany'a representatives are selling Sullivan mining- machinery in Japan, India, The Federated 
Malay States, and South Africa. 

Sullivan machinery for excavating rock in mines, tunnels and quarries, for compressing 
air, for prospecting for minerals, and for mining: coal is found in every part of the world 
where these industries are carried on. This article tells of the small, yet interesting, begin- 
nings of this New Hampshire industry. 

The establishment of the machine 

business in Claremont, N. H., which 
later became the Sullivan Machine- 
ry Company, was due to the enter- 
prise of James Phineas Upham, 
who made a beginning there short- 
ly after his graduation from Dart- 
mouth College in 1850. How he 
came to be burn and to live in Clare- 
mont ma}" be told in a few words, 
involving an interesting and little 
realized fact in American history. 

In the later years of the eigh- 
teenth century the Upper Connecti- 
cut river valley was to the settled 
communities of Southern New Eng- 
land what the middle west be- 
came to all New England half 
a century later. Enterprising 
people went there, ''to grow up with 
the country." Mr. Upham's father, 
George Baxter Upham, after grad- 
uation at Harvard in 1789, saddled 
his horse, rode north from Brook- 
field, Mass., settled at Claremont 
and there began the practice of the 
law, which he continued throughout 
Western New Hampshire for forty 
years. He founded the first bank 
in Claremont, and was elected to 
Congress for several terms, riding to 
and from Washington on horse- 
back. He died in '1848. His son, 
after graduation from Dartmouth, 
returned to Claremont and bought 
lands on the slopes of Barbers 
Mountain and bordering on the 
Connecticut River which are still 

occupied by his descendants. Al- 
though without mechanical train- 
ing Mr. Upham was always intense- 
ly interested in machinery, es- 
pecially in new and useful improve- 

A little machine shop with a small 
foundry was then in existence on a 
part of the present site of the Sul- 
livan Machinery Co., in Claremont. 
Mr. Upham bought it in 1851. It 
was at first carried on in the name 
of Mr. Upham's bookkeeper and 
known as "D. A. Clay & Co." 
When additions to the buildings and 
machinery had been made, in 1854, 
it was dignified by the name "Clare- 
mont Machine Works." Among its 
products then advertised were "En- 
gine lathes of 4 sizes and the latest 
patterns," "Iron Planers of a new 
and desirable style," "Paper Mill 
Machines' and Circular Saw Mills, 
the best in use. These mills will 
saw 1,000 feet of boards per hour. 
We are now filling orders for them 
for the great pine timber regions in 
Minnesota." The "Tuttle Water 
Wheel," was another product, 
which, however, was soon super- 
seded by the "Tyler Turbine Water 
Wheel," invented by John Tyler, a 
resident of Claremont. The latter 
wheel was extensively manufactur- 
ed by the Claremont Machine 
Works and its successors for a third 
of a century. 

In 1856 this wheel was exhibited 



at the Crystal Palace in New York 
and received the highest prize medal 
awarded to water wheels. More 
than three thousand were manufac- 
tured by the Claremont Machine 
Works and its successors, some 
made in sections to be carried tip 
into the Andes and other moun- 
tainous districts on muleback. 

The Claremont Machine Works 
at about the same time also receiv- 
ed the highest premiums awarded 
at the Crystal Palace in New York 
for engine lathes and planers. The 
Tyler water wheel was to be found 
in almost every state and territory 
of the Union. For many years in 

At about this early period the 
business was recorded as having an 
invested capital of $15,000 and em- 
ploying thirty men, probably an 
understatement of both. 

About 1860 Mr. Upham, contin- 
uing to be the sole owner, changed 
the name to J. P. Upham & Co. 
During the sixties the manufacture 
of the Tyler Water Wheel was con- 
tinued in large numbers; thousands 
of water wheel regulators were 
built, and lines of agricultural ma- 
chinery were added, among which 
were the "Clipper Mowing Ma- 
chine ;" the "Lufkin Side Hill 
Plough," one of the early, improv- 




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The Sullivan Machine Company in 1869. 

competitive tests at various places 
these water wheels showed the high- 
est percentage of efficiency for the 
amount of water used. 

As early as 1854 the "Works" 
were fitted out with "A Large 
Chucking Lathe having a swing of 
6 ft. 9 in. and adapted to the heavi- 
est work," with "Boring and Screw 
Cutting Machines, and Gear Cutters 
for all kinds of machinery." All 
work sent out was warranted. Thus 
early did the predecessors of the 
Sullivan Machinery Company es- 
tablish the principle of standing be- 
hind its work, ' 

ed reversible ploughs; the "Colby 
Cultivator and Harrow," a pre- 
decessor of the disc harrow now in 
common use ; and the "Hunt Sulky 
Plough," believed to have been the 
first of that type. 

On an afternoon in May, 186S, 
Mr. Upham was pruning apple 
trees near the highway, leading up 
the Connecticut River valley and 
known in colonial days a.s the "Great 
Road." (See Granite Monthly for 
February, 1920.) Two strangers 
driving in a light "buggy" stopped, 
inquired where Mr. Uphani lived 
and on learning that Mr. Upham 



was speaking to them, hitched their 
horse to a tree and talked with him 
for an hour or more; they on the 
outside, he on the inside of the 
moss grown stone wall, a broad 
stone serving as a desk for the ex- 
hibition of sketches and for mathe- 
matical calculations. The writer, 
then a boy, looked on with interest. 
The- strangers were Albert Ball and 
Roger W. Love from Windsor, Ver- 
mont, seven miles up the river. 
They brought with them sketches 

come veil known throughout the 
world, it seems worth while to re- 
late the circumstances which 
brought the three together. 

The historic village of Windsor 
for more than half a century had 
been the scene of much interest- 
ing mechanical development. Pro- 
fessor Roe's able work on "English 
and American Tool Builders" (Yale 
University Press) begins with a 
description of the tool made for 
boring the cylinder of Watt's first 

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Works of Sullivan Machinery Company, 1921 

of a newly invented and patented 
diamond channeling machine for 
quarrying stone, especially marble. 
An agreement to build this machine 
was made then and there, and this 
interview over the old stone wall 
may be truly said to have been the 
inception of the Sullivan Machinery 
Company as an organization devot- 
ed especially to the construction of 
rock cutting and mining machinery. 
Since the meeting of these three 
men resulted in the organization of 
a corporation and the establishment 
of a business which has since be- 

steam engine, 1769, and continues 
down to 1915. Of its 294 pages 
about one-eighth are devoted to 
mechanical developments at Wind- 
sor. Vt. Had this book attempt- 
ed to tell of all the inventions that 
originated and were developed in 
that little village every page of it 
would have been required for the 

In 1863 an enterprising New 
Englander, Mr. E. G. Lamson, was 
engaged in the manufacture of 
machinery in Windsor. Mr. Lam- 
son was a somewhat restless per- 



son who travelled much and 
was possessed of boundless energy. 
Of a decidedly inquiring turn of 
mind, he made acquaintances every- 
where, under all circumstances. 
Had he not possessed these charac- 
teristics the S.ullivan Machinery 
Company might never have existed. 
Among other products of Air. 
Lamson's establishments were sew- 
ing- machine.' and sewing machine 
needles, for which he required a 

Albert Ball. 
Giief Mechanical Engineer of Sullivan 
Machinery Co., for nearly 50 years. 

small but extremely accurate engine 
lathe. Albert Ball", born at Boyls- 
ton, Mass., in 1835, and at the time 
in question employed by L. \V. 
Pond in Worcester, had built such 
a lathe for his own personal use. 

Mr. Lamson, learning of this fact 
from a fellow passenger, straight- 
way repaired to Worcester, found 
Mr. Ball and ordered two such 
lathes. Mr. Ball had been making: 

fine screws for a fire-arm then 
manufactured by his employers. 
To sec almost any piece of mechan- 
ism was sufficient to suggest to his 
mind an improvement. He con- 
structed a combined repeating and 
single loading gun. Mr. Lamson 
saw it and then and there bought 
the patent rights, at the same time 
engaging Mr. Ball to go to Wind- 
sor to further develop his inven- 
tion and to superintend the manu- 

In the spring of 1866, while riding 
in a railway train north from New 
York to Windsor, Mr. Lamson with 
unerring eye selected a seat beside 
a man who, it developed, was on his 
way to St. Johnsbury, Yt., to make 
arrangements for the manufacture 
of an improved stone channeling 
machine. Mr. Lamson soon con- 
vinced his new acquaintance that 
there was no need to travel so far 
north, and that the place for which 
he was really destined was Windsor. 
The negotiations with him fell 
through, but Mr. Lamson, his mind 
started in that direction, was de- 
termined to build a stone channeler. 
He directed Mr. P.all to make the 
working drawings upon the princi- 
ple used in a certain trip-hammer. 
After investigation the latter re- 
ported that if so built it would in- 
fringe upon the patents of the 
friend of the railway car, whereup- 
on Mr. Lamson said, somewhat 
sharply, "You attend to the work- 
ing drawings, I'll attend to patents." 

On another railway journey a 
few months later Mr. Lamson seat- 
ed himself beside a clergyman, a 
Mr. Love, who had recently in- 
herited $40,000. Mr. Lamson soon 
discovered that fact with the con- 
sequence that this money was in- 
vested in his stone channeler. The 
United States Circuit Court was 
unkind to Mr. Lamson in this ad- 
venture. The clergyman's invest- 
ment proved a permanent one. 



Fearing that not all was as he had 
hoped, the Rev. Mr. Love sent his 
son, Roger, graduate, of Brown 
University, a recently discharged 
soldier who had been present fight- 
ing throughout the siege of Charles- 
ton, to Windsor to investigate. Mr. 
Lamson generously offered the 
voung man a position as accountant 
in his office. 

Roger Love saw the stone chan- 
neled then under the cloud of an 



James Pkixeas Upham, 

Predecessor and Founder of the 

Sullivan Machinery Company. 

injunction for patent interference, 
and conceived the idea of channeling 
stone by boring intersecting holes 
with diamond drills operated in 
gangs. Mr. Love was not a me- 
chanic, so Mr. Ball, outside of 
working hours, draughted a machine 
developing the idea. Mr. Lamson 
heard of this and sharply repri- 
manded him. The resignation of 
both and the interview with Mr. 
Upham over the stone wall prompt- 

ly followed. Thus were three 
men brought; together, and thus 
came into existence the Sullivan 
Machine Company. 

It is of interest to note the con- 
sequences of Mr. Ball's improve- 
ment in rifles. The U. S. Govern- 
ment contracted for two thousand 
of them, but about the time they 
were completed the Civil War end- 
ed. The Windsor Company then 
had five hundred rifles on hand. A 
wide awake German saw one of 
them in New York, bought the 
entire lot and shipped them to 
Prussia. The government of that 
belligerent autocracy immediately 
reproduced them, with some modi- 
fications, in enormous numbers. 
With this superior arm Prussia was 
then prepared to go out and steal 
something from her neighbors. 
She promptly did so. Defeating 
Austria and her allies, who had no 
repeating rifles, at the battle of 
Sadowa in July, 1866. she practical- 
ly annexed not only Schleswig, 
Holstein and Hanover in the north, 
but also some half dozen South 
German states which had been the 
■allies of Austria. Thus was the 
inventive genius of the man who 
was to be for nearly half a century 
chief mechanical engineer of the 
Sullivan Machinery Company un- 
wittingly a cause of Prussia's mili- 
tary ascendancy. The Ball repeat- 
ing rifle is an acknowledged pro- 
genitor of the Winchester and other 
leading repeating rifles. Mr. Ball 
was also, in 1863, the inventor of 
the cartridge greasing machine 
which, with little change, is every- 
where in . general use today. 

Work was begun upon the dia- 
mond chaneling machine as soon 
as the working drawings could be 
prepared. It was completed Aug- 
ust, 1868, operated upon blocks of 
marble on an outdoor platform 
where the shipping room of the 
factory is now, and first tried in the 
quarries of the Sutherland Falls 



Marble Co. (now Proctor, Vt.) in 
September, 186S. 

On January 18. 1869, the Sullivan 
Machine Company was organized 
under New Hampshire laws. The 
name Sullivan was that of the 
county in which, the business was 
carried en, which had been named 
for the intrepid General John Sulli- 
van, who with General Stark had 
shared the principal honors of New 
Hampshire in the Revolution. 

The incorporators were James P. 
Upham of Claremont. Roger W. 
Rove and Albert Ball of Windsor, 
Horace T. Rove and Edwin T. Rice 
of New York City. The purposes 
were "carrying on a General Found- 
ry and Machine business, including 
the development of inventions and 
the holding and management of 
Patents relating to Machinery." 
The capital stock was fixed at 

At the first meeting held on 
February 6, 1869, the five incor- 
porators were elected directors. 
James P. Upham was elected presi- 
dent, an office held by him for 
twenty-three years ; Roger W. Rove, 
Treasurer, and Albert Ball, Super- 
intendent and Mechanical Engineer. 
Mr. Rove and Mr. Ball came to 
reside in Claremont in the spring 
of 1869. 

In February, 1872, John Henry 
Elliot of Keene, N. H., who for 
years had been a personal friend 
of Mr. Upham, invested $50,000 in 
the business, taking unissued stock 
at pat to that amount; he was im- 
mediately elected a director in 
place of Horace T. Rove, and re- 
mained a director until his death in 

A few words respecting the 
characteristics of the early officers 
of this company. Mr. Upham was 
public spirited, enterprising, genial 
and ever ready to aid in all im- 
provements. Mr. Elliott had back- 
ed with rare judgment numerous 
successful enterprises in New 

Hampshire : a sparkling wit and an 
effervescent humor made associa- 
tion with him a continued delight. 
Mr. Ball's chief characteristics were 
and are an extreme modesty and a 
quick perception of how to accom- 
plish any desired operation by 
mechanical means. Mr. Rove in 
personal appearance and cerebral 
activity was keen as a razor. Mr. 
Rice, a learned and highly cultured 
lawyer, was counsel for the com- 


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Sullivan Diamond Gadder with boiler, 
1870 or 1871. 

The first diamond channeler, com- 
pleted in August, 1868, was a six 
spindle, variable speed core drill, 
movable on a track with a guaging 
device to space the holes, and opera- 
tive at any angle. It was soon 
found that the cores caused dif- 
ficulty by breaking and jamming in 
the ryds, and an obtuse angle, co- 
nical, solid head was substituted 
for an annular head, with at first 
four, later two, holes for the escape 
of the water to clear the detritus. 
Black diamonds were then cheap, 
costing only $3.50 per carat. Thev 
now cost $100 per carat. 



The diamonds, known in the trade 
as "carbon." are black, brown, or 
dark gray in color, with a dull 
lustre. They have no such cleav- 
age as the white diamonds, so do 
not split or crumble on rotation 
of the drill. They are found in 
gravel and almost exclusively with- 
in an area of a few hundred square 
miles in the province of Bahia, 
Brazil. The largest one ever found 
there, in 1895. weighed 3,150 carats. 
The large ones are, however, rela- 
tively less valuable than the small- 
er sized, since much labor is re- 
quired and some loss sustained in 
reducing them to fragments of 
suitable size for drill heads. Black 
diamonds are not beautiful, looking 
much like small bits of coal; but, 
next to radium, they are by weight 
perhaps the most costU commercial 
commodity this planet affords. 
Aside from use in rock boring they 
are used only in cutting and polish- 
ing- brilliants. 

About twelve diamonds were 
set in each head. They averaged 
about three-sixteenths of an inch in 
diameter, about nine-tenths of each 
diamond being embedded in the 
steel. At the periphery they at 
first projected slightly beyond the 
circumference of the head. This 
channeler made wall cuts at any 
desired angle, which no other 
machine was capable of doing. 

The first channeler was never 
sold, but used on contract work in 
Vermont marble quarries and for 
a time on red sandstone at Portland, 
Conn. The channeling price was 
at first $1.25 per square foot, later 
reduced to seventy-five cents. The 
second was sold to the Columbian 
Marble Co. and used in its quarries 
near Sutherland Falls, Vt. The 
third was sold to the owners of 
the old Prime Ouarrv at Brandon, 

In 1871 the six spindle machine 
was superseded by the two or three 
spindle channeler, which remained 

in use for many years until the 
high price of "carbon,'' black 
diamonds, proved prohibitive. The 
thousands of square feet of semi- 
.circular drill holes on the walls of 
stone and marble quarries in Ver- 
mont and other states attest the 
extensive use of the diamond chan- 
neling machines made by the 
Sullivan Machine Company. 

The drills sank into the marble 
at the astonishing rate of eight to 
ten inches per minute when run at 
the usual speed of 800 to 1,000 
revolutions. A depth of one inch 
to a hundred revolutions could be 
depended upon in average marble. 
The wear on the diamonds, even 
after long periods of service, was 
almost imperceptible unless flint or 
quartz had been encountered, or 
nuts, or bolts dropped into incom- 
plete channels, when, although 
nine-tenths imbedded in the 
hardened steel, the diamonds were 
sometimes ripped bodily from their 
setting without being otherwise 

These channelers were so far in 
advance of all other machines that 
they became indispensable and 
elicited the highest praise from 
many of the best known quarrymen 
who wrote as follows: "The great 
labor saving machine of the age ;" 
"Without it we cannot successfully 
compete with our rivals in the 
trade;" "Does work hitherto re- 
garded as impossible to be done by 

In 1869 the company built its first 
"Gadder," a single spindle, solid 
head diamond drill, used for drilling 
shallow holes beneath the marble 
block to split it from its bed. One 
machine accomplished more and 
better work than the hand labor of 
twenty men. In January, 1872, 
Redfield Proctor, afterwards Gov- 
ernor, Secretary of War and U. S. 
Senator from Vermont, wrote; "We 
have owned and worked two of 
your Gadding Machines for several 



years and rind them admirably 
adapted for the work required, and 
not often out of repair, though in 
almost constant use." 

On January 1, 1872 the superin- 
tendent of the Rutland Marble Co. 
wrote; "We have used your 'Gad- 
der" for two years. It has no rival 
and is the only practical mechanical 
appliance for its especial work 
within my knowledge. It is in- 
valuable because the work done by 
it is so much cheaper and better 
than bv hand labor." 






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Sullivan Diamond Chai.neier at Work, 
and Wall Cut By It. 

It should be stated that prior to 
the invention of the diamond chan- 
neler all channels cut in stone by 
machinery had been made wholly 
by concussion, by the successive 
blows of heavy steel cutters; and 
that with the then crude mechanism 
for operating such cutters break 
downs, caused by the continuous 
jar, were of frequent occurrence. 
The blows also strained and some- 
times cracked the marble. 

The credit for the first applica- 
tion of the diamond to a rock 
cutting tool belongs to M. Her- 
mann, a Frenchman, whose draw- 
ings, accompanying a patent issued 
in France in 1842, showed various 
forms of boring tools whose cutting 
edges were diamonds. It does not 
however, appear that the idea had 
ever been put to a practical use in 
the country where, it originated. 
In 1863 another Frenchman, Ru- 
dolph Leschot, took out an Ameri- 
can patent for one form of diamond 
cutter shown in the drawings of 
Hermann, which consisted of arm- 
ing the lower edge of a metallic 
ring with diamonds slightly pro- 
jecting beyond the periphery. 

Leschot's patent was bought by 
an American company which is not 
know to have engag'ed in l much, 
if any, business other than in pro- 
secuting a suit against the Sullivan 
Company. This litigation was 
long, tedious and expensive, in- 
volving the taking of much testi- 
mony in France and Mr. Upham's 
presence there for many months. 
The validity of the Leschot patent 
was finally established so far as it 
covered the circumferential pro- 
jection of the diamonds. 

Long before the decision was 
rendered it had been discovered by 
the Sullivan Company that such 
projection was not only unneces- 
sary, but a positive disadvantage. 
With the diamonds set flush the in- 
evitable slight eccentricity in the 
revolution of the head gave all 
necessary clearance, the drills run- 
ning steadier and with less wear. 

This article will some time be 
continued giving an account of 
some of the deep diamond drill bor- 
ings made by the Sullivan Company 
in South Africa and other places, 
where it has brought up "cores," 
i.e., stone rods, showing the charac- 
ter of the metaliferous rock all 
the way down for considerably 
more than a mile in depth. The 


Sullivan Machinery Company is tractor for diamond drilling in the 
still the largest manufacturer of world, 
diamond drills and the largest con- 


By Grace Stuart 

1 want to sing 

Of earth's unbosoming. 

Of springing rills and modest woodland flowers; 

Of greening moss and thudding summer showers 

Of arbutus and curling fiddle heads; 

Of dead leaves massed and broken into shreds. 

1 want to sing 
• Of creatures on the wing; 
Of pudgy moths that beat the glass at night; 
Of fireflies that make the swamp alight; 
Of dusky shadows darting here and there. 
The flitter-mouse that scarcely moves the air. 

I want to sing 

The joy the thrushes bring; 

Up toward the mountain's wood encircled top 
Sonatas on the world below they drop; 
From peak to peak each to the other cries, 
They trill their oratorios through the skies. 

I want to sing 

Of clouds and coloring ; 

Where far flung sunset's pinkest afterglow 

Shines in the water at the wharf below, 

Or lingers soft upon an Alpine peak. 

Like patchwork clings behind Sardinia bleak. 

I want to sing 

And make the song to ring 

In every land, in every heart benign; 

I want to touch one chord that is divine; 

I want to make one soul reach out and say: 
" 'Tis good, 'tis good, that you have sung today." 


By Nicholas Briggs 

In the year 166S there, occurred 
amongst the Huguenots in Dan 
phiue and adjacent territory in 
France, a most peculiar religious 
revival, increasing in intensity un- 
til large numbers oi people were af- 
fected, concentrating in assemblies 
of from a few hundred to foui or 
five thousand each. 

Both sexes and all ages were in- 
cluded, but the devotees were most- 
ly young people from six to twenty- 
five years. Strange tits seized them 
of trembling, staggering, beating 
themselves with their own hands, 
falling in a swoon, emerging there- 
from with violent jerking of arms 
and legs and contortions of the 

In their tiances they beheld the 
Heavens opened and the holy 
angels therein, and also saw hell 
and its denizens. They prophesied 
the near end of the world and ve- 
hemently denounced the priests, the 
Church, and the Pope, and the 
wickedness enveloping the entire 

We have little definite further ac- 
count of these people until the year 
1705, when three of them, viz., 
Elias Marton, John Cavilier and 
Durand Fage, went over into Eng- 
land. Arriving at London they be- 
gan a caustic denunciation of the 
clergy and the established Church, 
and their meetings were character- 
ized by frenzied and ecstatic opera- 

Awhile previously some of the 
Huguenots, persecuted in their own 
country, had fled into England, and 
under the protection of the Bishop 
of London organized a church of 
their own. When the "prophets" 
came over, with their violent dia- 
tribes, the Huguenots feared, from 
being Frenchmen, that the "pro- 
phets" would involve them, the 

Huguenots, in the peril that seem- 
ed the inevitable consequence oi 
such insane and offensive crudity. 

The Huguenots appealed to the 
Bishops and were by them consti- 
tuted a committee to confer and 
plead with their deluded country- 
men. A conference was held be- 
tween the Huguenot deputies and 
the "prophets," in which the depu- 
ties were assailed with invective. 
The deputies declared the new-com- 
ers to be imposters and so reported 
to the Bishops, who affirmed their 

But, under the patronage of John 
Lacy, Esq., they continued their 
meetings in defiance of the Bis- 
hops, threatening the judgments of 
God upon the Church, the city of 
London, and the whole British na- 
tion. The three leaders were ar- 
rested, tried and sentenced as dis- 
turbers of the peace to pay a fine 
of twenty marks each and stand 
upon a scaffold in a public place 
with a placard upon their breasts 
describing their offence. 

They persisted in their work and 
acquired a following of several 
hundred people. They claimed the 
possession of the power of the 
Apostles to heal the sick and raise 
the dead. They attempted to res- 
urrect a Dr. Eames but met with so 
ignominious a failure that ridicule 
and contempt resulted. 

In 1747 we find a remnant of the 
sect, some of whom were Quakers, 
led by James Wardley and his wife, 
Jane. Up to this time they con- 
tinued in marriage, the ceremony 
conforming to the Quaker custom, 
the bride and groom standing up 
in meeting and promising constancy 
to each other and were by the El- 
ders declared to be man and wife, 
but many of them in deference to 
public opinion were afterwards re- 

the origin of the shakers 


married by the Church of England. 
Ann Lee, the founder of the 
United Society of Shakers, was 
born in Manchester, England, Feb- 
ruary 28, 1736. Her father, John 
[ohn Lee, was a blacksmith, a poor 
man, but industrious, and of good 
character and respected by all who 
knew him. His wife was also a 
good and pious woman. They had 

business. Still later she became a 
cook in the Manchester Infirmary. 
Possessing a winning manner and 
pleasing loquacity, vivacious, social, 
witty and .sarcastic she easily won 
the confidence of all with whom 
she came in contact. 

Before attaining her eighteenth 
year she married Abraham Stanley, 
her father's apprentice, and by him 

Nicholas Briggs 
As a Member of the Shaker Community at East Canterbury, N. H., about 1878-9. 

eight children, three sons and five 

By reason of the poverty of the 
parents, the children received no 
education and Ann could neither 
read nor write. In childhood she 
worked in a cotton mill, and later 
as a cutter of hatter's fur, evincing 
unusual ability in the dispatch of 

had four children, of whom three 
died in infancy and the other in its 
fifth year. The last child was born 
through the Caesarian operation 
and her consequent suffering and 
the cruelty of her husband, who had 
become a confirmed inebriate, fill- 
ed her with hatred for married life, 
and from this time forth she de- 



nour.ced marriage as inhuman in 
tendency and sinful in the sight of 

She came to believe herself led 
by Divine revelation to devote her- 
self to advocate the celibate life and 
she engaged in the work with all 
her capable assiduity and enthusi- 
asm. She was now, after the death 
of her mother, her father's house- 
keeper. She became melancholy 
and averse to conversation. Spent 
much of her time in attending the 
meetings of the various religious 
sects and thus became acquainted 
with the little band led by the 
"\Yardle_vs. which had now received 
the name of Shakers in derision of 
their peculiar manner of worship. 

Finding much in the faith of 
these people congenial to her own. 
she joined the Society after their 
usual method by confessing her 
sins. This was in September, 1758. 
and Ann was in the 23rd year of 
her age. She soon assumed a lead- 
ing position in the little society by 
her great activity and ability and 
her zeal in advancing the interests 
of the Society. Her consummate 
tact and graciousness of manner 
won the love and conhdence of the 
people and the leaders, admitting 
her superior competence and believ- 
ing her to be more greatly favored 
of God, resigned in her favor and 
conferred upon her the title of 

Very likely she at this time re- 
sumed her own family name as we 
have no evidence of her being call- 
ed by the name of Stanley after 

History now glides on to the 
year 1771, when John Partington 
of Mayortown and John Hocknell 
of Cheshire joined the society and 
by their wealth added prosperity 
and respectability thereto. Hock- 
nell's wife, Hannah, was at first 
much opposed, but ultimately fol- 
lowed her husband and brought in 

several others. The Society now 
numbered about one hundred. 

Encouraged by their prosperity, 
Ann now professed extraordinary 
divine revelation, claimed the gift 
ol tongues, power to heal the sick 
and to read the lives and innermost 
thoughts of man. She declared 

herself to be led in every thought 
and deed, however trivial, by the 
power of God and the Holy Ghost, 
and that she was the one predicted 
in the Revelations, and that through 
her sufferings she had attained a 
perfection equal to Jesus Christ, 
and that she was co-partner with 
Him. She said this was the eleventh 
hour, and who so rejected her testi- 
mony would like the unbelieving 
Jews, perish in their sins. 

She now introdiiced new gifts of 
singing, dancing, shouting, shaking, 
leaping, speaking in unknown 
tongues and prophesying. She ve- 
hemently testified against sin and 
demanded its confession either to 
herself or to Elders appointed by 
her. Marriage was banished and 
all sexual intercourse condemned as 
impure and devilish. 

The singular and extravagant 
conduct of their meetings attracted 
large crowds and became so notor- 
ious that the Shakers were arrest- 
el for breaking the Sabbath and 
jailed for one day, when all were 
released except Ann and her father, 
who were for a few weeks confined 
in the House of Correction. About 
this time Ann's half brother and 
James Shepard joined the society. 

In 1773 their numbers had been 
reduced to about thirty. This 
naturally was discouraging, and 
Ann, hoping to infuse new life into 
her little band, announced a new- 
gift of God for them, emigration to 
America, predicting a great future 

So poor were they that few were 
able to go. Those who did find 
means were Ann, her former hus- 



band, who it seems had been con- 
certed, William Lee. her brother, 
jatnes Whittaker, John Hocknell, 
fames Shepard, Mary Partington 
and Nancy Lee, niece of Ann. 

james and Jane Wardley had 
been residing with a man named 
Pownley who was a member. He 
seceded from the society and then 
excluded the Wardleys from his 
home, and they being quite aged 
became unable to support them- 
selves and ended their days in the 

The pilgrims sailed for America 
May 19, 1774, arriving at New York 
August 6tli. 

Ann with her husband stopped in 
New York, the rest of the party 
went to Albany and worked at their 
several trades. Stanley worked at 
his trade as blacksmith for a Mr. 
Smith, and Ann engaged in house- 
work in the same family. 

In the summer of 1775 Stanley 
suffered a severe illness, during 
which Ann nursed him with most 
faithful care. This enforced idle- 
ness reduced them to the utmost 
poverty. After his recovery he re- 
lapsed into his former evil habits 
and took another woman into the 
house, soon after marrying the 
woman and thus forever sundering 
his connection with Ann. 

By advice of Quaker friends, John 
Hocknell purchased some land in 
Niskeyuna, now Watervliet, N. Y., 
seven miles from Albany. He then 
sailed for England to bring his 
family over, returning December 
25, 1775, with £hem, and also John 
Partington and family. Some of. the 
land at Niskeyuna was now cleared 
and houses built, and in September, 
1776, Ann and part of the members 
took up their abode there. 

In the fall of 1779 a revival start- 
ed at Canaan, N. Y., now New 
Lebanon, under the leadership of 
four women, Mrs. Hamblin, Mrs. 
Kinnakin, Mrs. Mace and Mrs. 
Dobbins, members of the church of 

which Samuel Johnson was pastor. 

This revival continued with in- 
creased activity for several months 
in New Lebanon and adjacent 
towns. One of the members on a 
business trip met with the Shakers 
at Watervliet, was converted and 
joined the Society. He began to 
teach his new faith and his people 
sent Calvin Harlow, Joseph Mea- 
cham, Amos Hammond and Aaron 
Kibbee as deputies to investigate 
more completely. All of them were 
converted and joined the Shakers, 
confessing their sins. 

Ann and her Elders soon visited 
New Lebanon and made many 
converts. Knowledge of the Shak- 
ers was spread to some extent 
throughout New England, and they 
received many visits from persons 
who went to see them from curi- 
osity and not a few with the object 
of ridicule, but instead of returning 
to tell a merry tale received faith 
and on their return home testified 
to it. and the doctrine was thus dis- 
seminated more or less in Massa- 
chusetts, Connecticut and New 

In consequence of the war with 
England, and the Shakers so re- 
cently coming from there, sus- 
picion was excited amongst the 
sensitive people that these Shakers 
were British emissaries and involv- 
ed in some plot against the colonies. 
David Darrow. driving some sheep 
to Watervliet for the Shakers, was 
arrested upon the charge of treason 
and with Joseph Meacham and John 
Hocknell was imprisoned at Albany 
for five months. About the same 
time Ann and seven others of the 
Elders and leaders were arrested 
and sent to New York to be deliver- 
ed to the British, but for some rea- 
son were stopped at Poughkeepsie 
and there committed to prison un- 
til December 20, 17S0, when all were 
released by order of Governor 

On May 31, 1780, Ann with five 



other leaders journeyed to Harvard. 
Mass. There was and had been for 
several years a sect in that town 
whose belief corresponded closely 
to that of the Shakers. Their lead- 
er was Shadrach Ireland. They dis- 
avowed marriage and lived with 
their wives without sexual inter- 
course. They were the chosen 
people of God, with lives pure and 
undehled, expecting soon to reach 
such perfection that they could 
produce holy children, to people the 
New Jerusalem and establish the 

Shadrach put away his first wife 
and took to himself a spiritual wife. 

He asserted that he was Christ 
in his second appearing and would 
never die, or if he did that in three 
days he would arise again. He did 
die, but failed to again arise, but 
some of his followers believed he 
meant three years, and they kept 
his body in the cellar of his house 
until the Shakers came and they or- 
dered the body to be buried. 

These people were ripe for con- 
version and added to the Shakers 
a society of considerable numbers. 
The Elders returned to Watervliet 
in July. 1773, having spent three 
years in their itinerancy, visiting 
clusters of the Shakers in Peters- 
ham, Cheshire, Richmond. Han- 
cock and Stockbridge, Mass., and 
New Lebanon, N. Y. The total of 
those who professed Shakerism now 
reached nearly two thousand. 

On July 21,' 1784, the society suf- 
fered a bereavement in the death of 
William Lee. He stood next to 
Ann in office and in the esteem of 
the people. A more severe afflic- 
tion followed on the following 
September when their revered lead- 
er, Ann, also passed away. She 
died in extreme suffering which 
was supposed to be occasioned by 
the burden of soul which she as- 
sumed as the mediator and Savior 
of men, as-, co-partner with Jesus. 

James Whittaker, by universal 

approval, now assumed the leader- 
ship, and the title of Father was 
conferred upon him. The Shakers 
experienced a decline in numbers 
as a natural result of Ann's death, 
but the superior ability of James 
Whittaker soon replaced the de- 
ficiency and swelled their numbers 
to nearly three thousand. His 
death occurred July 20, 1787 in the 
37th year of his age. 

His successor was Joseph Mea- 
cham, who had been designated by 
Mother Ann as the one to bring the 
people into closer relations. Lather 
Joseph is credited with the concep- 
tion and establishment of the pres- 
ent organization that has made 
possible the most interesting and 
successful experiment in commun- 
ism probably the world has ever 
known, having endured for upwards 
of one hundred and thirty years. 

He began at New Lebanon, first 
erecting a Meeting House, devoting 
the upper part to the residence of 
Meacham and Lucy Wright, his 
chosen companion in office, and 
others of the Elders. Others came 
in as fast as houses could be built 
to accomodate them. All con- 
tributed their entire property and 
gave themselves unreservedly into 
the general service. They prepared 
an oral covenant, binding them- 
selves faithfully to each other. 

Trouble with members who se- 
ceded from the Society arose too 
soon, and the Shakers found their 
verbal agreement however solemnly 
made was all too precarious for 
their protection. Some of the se- 
ceders demanded wages, and the 
Shakers fearing adverse legal de- 
cision, decided to pay from 
S8 to $15 per year for every year of 
their sendees. But withdrawals 
became very frequent and the So- 
ciety was very poor, so that it was 
impossible to meet these demands 
upon them, therefore upon consult- 
ing the best legal advice possible, 
a new covenant was drawn and 



written, and signed by every adult 
member, relinquishing all right to 
any compensation for services and 
to any claim upon the Society 
should the}' withdraw therefrom. 

The next Society to organize was 
that of Hancock or West Pittsfield, 
and of course the one at Watervliet. 
Then followed Tyringham, Har- 
vard and Shirley, Mass., Canter- 
bury and Enfield, N. H., Enfield, 
Conn., Alfred and Gloucester. Me. 
In 1826 a society was established at 
Sodus Bay, N. Y. This situation 
here was desired by the U. S. Gov- 
ernment for military purposes, and 
was seized by the law of eminent 
domain, the society removing to 
Groveland, X. Y. 

In the year 1801 a revival of 
great extent and singular power be- 
gan in Kentucky or Ohio. In its 
beginning it was as gentle as the 
breathings of the Holy Spirit but 
increasing in intensity it assumed 
all the phases of fanaticism, the 
devotees twisting, whirling, jump- 
ing, rolling, stamping, falling, with 

the gift of visions. Houses and 
tents became greatly inadequate to 
accomodate the vast assemblies of 
people. ' The meetings at times 
were attended by 5,000 or more 
persons of both sexes and colors 
and all ages. 

The report of this affair induced 
the Shakers to send missionaries 
there, and by the direction of 
Mother Lucy Wright, John Mea- 
ham, Benjamin S. Young and Is- 
sachar Bates left home January 1, 
1893, and travelled afoot to Leba- 
non, Ohio, arriving there March 
1st. They were met by Malcolm 
Norley and Richard McXemar, and 
to the wealth and influence of these 
men the Shakers owe the existence 
of the Societies in these states. 
The Shakers made ready converts 
here from several Church Societies, 
and Societies were organized at 
Union Village, Watervliet, White- 
water and Xorth Union, Ohio, 
Pleasant Hill and South L T nion, 
Kentucky, and Busroe, Indiana. 


By K. C. Bahirrston. 

I made my house quite clean today, 

I thought that you might pass this way. 

I killed the little flying things, 

The miller moths with dusty wings, — 

You would not like their fiutterings. 

I made the house all clean and sweet, 
Swept out the tracks of dusty feet, 
And then I gathered holly-hocks 
And filled a bowl with lady-smocks 
I put them there to catch your eye, 
And then — I saw you passing by. 



By Alice Bartlett Stevens 

The hill-side fields and pasture 
slopes of a New Hampshire farm 
lay covered with snow. White and 
cheerless they stretched away on 
every side of Joseph Hastings' little 
group of farm buildings. The 
low, wide spread, sunny-windowed 
house, so snug- and warm ; the huge 
old deep-fronted barn, with its 
length of roof and breadth of side 
that bespoke well-fined mows and 
bays for the farm folk which it 
warmly sheltered, and the connect- 
ing link of long, rambling wood- 

Overhead, the tumbling masses 
of gray, wind-driven clouds swept 
low and chill. A mid-March sun 
peeped palely out ai intervals, only 
to scurry back into cloud depths in 
seeming dismay over the drear, 
chilling prospect of all below. 

Here and there could be seen pro- 
jecting posts and the top rails of 
fences and gates, which outlined ir- 
regular shaped fields and orchards 
and rocky slopes of distant pasture. 
The trees, as if bewailing their 
frozen state, flung out bare, frost- 
stiffened branches, while scattering 
groups of warmer clad evergreens 
seemed sturdily defiant of wind 
and rough weather. In a near 
background, ''Old Moosilauke" — 
snow-capped and dark-mantled — 
frowned shadowly down over all. 

How frozenly asleep it all look- 
ed! Yet it was mid-March, ac- 
cording to the almanac,, and high 
time for some hopeful sign of na- 
ture in a warmer and merrier mood. 
It was high time for the "back- 
bone of winter to break," or to 
show some sign of weakening. 
But the only signs of life anywhere 
about were those in the immediate 
vicinity of house and dooryard ; 
the wavering, wind-tossed curl of 
smoke from the kitchen chimney ; 

the deep-trodden paths, leading 
from house to barn, from barn to 
the scattering out- buildings ; and 
the longer, hoof-trodden, "fox and 
goose"' paths that led from the rear 
of the barn down through the or- 
chard to a spring beneath the hill. 


But once step inside that little 
farmhouse, and all the drear, out- 
of-doors was forgotten, for there, 
in that old fashioned kitchen — the 
living room of your farmer-folk — 
all was radiating" warmth and snug 
cozincss. The tea kettle was sing- 
ing merrily over a tire that sparkled 
and crackled and breathed such 
warmth and comfort to the farther- 
most corner of the big old kitchen 
as to make of it the kindest, hap- 
piest place on earth ! 

What cared they — the little fami- 
ly gathered there within its walls — 
for snow covered fields, cloudy 
skies and driving winds without. 
when all was so snug and warm 
here within? 

Not a care — so it seemed. For 
there was grandmother in her deep- 
cushioned chair over near a win- 
dow, her knitting needles going 
click — click, as a little red mitten 
is fast taking shape under her swift 
moving fingers. Mother, sitting 
near another window, with a big 
sewing basket on the light stand 
beside her, is busily fitting a sleeve 
into the waist of a blue and white 
checked gingham dress, keeping a 
watchful eye, as she sews, on the 
two little girls curled up, Turk- 
fashion, on the calico-covered, 
home-made, roomy old lounge that 
quite fills the space between the 
two windows. 

And they are busy, too, these 
girls: Leila fashioning "doll-rags" 
out of the scraps from mother's 



work basket, while Alsie's scissors 

fly in and out, snipping bright 
colored pictures from magazines 
and seed catalogs.' Wry busy girls, 
as they sewed and snipped, looking 
up every little while at their grand- 
father — dozing in Ids rocking chair 
near the ki.tchen stove, with lazy 
old Trudger. the- rabbit hound, 
stretched out full length on the 
braided rug there beside him. 

Pretty soon Grandpa finishes his 
nap, gets up and puts on his fur 
cap. his long blue woolen frock of 
coarse home-spun, his warm wool- 
en mittens and slowly makes his 
way out to the waiting wood-pile — 
the farmer's knitting work — to be- 
gin his afternoon's work on the 
small hill of saplings, cut down for 
the fell purpose, so it appears, of 
being cut up again— into fire wood. 

Soon his axe begins to swing 
right lustily. 

As soon as they hear their grand- 
father chopping, Leila and Alsie 
slip down off the lounge, scatter- 
ing bits of cloth and cut-out pic- 
tures all around them, and run to 
the window to stand there watch- 
ing him. They love to "watch 
Grandpa make the chips fly" out 
there in the door yard. 

Just at this moment, though, 
something else is attracting their 
attention. It is beginning to 
snow— big, soft, feathery flakes that 
soon make the air thick and white ; 
real "sugar snow" that, in its frosty 
way, tokens to Xew England folk 
the first faint breath of spring. 

"And see!" they exclaim, "why, 
Grandpa looks just like a real, 
honest-to-goodness snow man !" — 
his cap and frock are so white. 

But he pays not the slightest 
heed to the storm, as up and down 
goes his snow-man'.s arm, and chop 
— chop goes his busy axe. sending 
showers of chips to fall and lie cov- 
ered—like little frosted cakes— al- 
most as soon as they touch the 

lint Leila and Alsie are paying 
the greatest heed to the swirls of 
softly falling flakes, flitting hither 
and yon: 

"Just like little Fairies," they 

Suddenly, they dart away from 
the window, and begin to dance 
around the room, for didn't these 
"sky-feathers" mean to them the 
close-at-hand, jolly, sugar making 
season ? 

Spring had, at last — to Leila and 
Alsie. anyway— ARRIVED. 

"Look, Alsie — look, look!" ex- 
claimed Leila, "See the big flakes 
come down — just see 'em ! It's 
sugar snow ! Goody — goody ! Let's 
us put on our hoods, quick, — an' 
run out where grandpa's choppin.' 
Come — hurry !" 

"An' we'll tell him," returned Al- 
sie, thrilling with anticipation, and 
trying, as she ran, to tie the 
strings of her hood into a knot 
that would stay tied (and they 
"stayed," those knots, often to the 
extent of a new string, when 
mother's hands were otherwise em- 
ployed, and Alsie's lacked the skill 
and patience to untie them), "that 
we must get the buckets down out 
of the shed chamber right away ; — 
right away, this very minute, an' — 

"Yes," chimed in Leila, breath- 
lessly, "an' that we're goin' to help; 
we'll climb up and hand the bucket?! 
down to grandpa to carry for as 
and lay on the big sled, just like 
we always do, won't we — 'Twon't 
take any time at all, will it?" 

And away they sped as fast as 
their little legs could carry them, 
out to the wood pule, where their 
grandfather was still whack ing 
away with " all his might and main''' 
at a particularly stubborn, knotty 
log, just more than making the 
chips fly. 

"Oh! grandpa," they shouted 
with never a care for the rain or 
chips, or the swift uplift of the axe, 
as they ran straight up in front of 



him, each bent on being the first 
one to tell him what they had come 
for. But before they could open 
their tips to say another word, a 
strong arm was flung out., and a 
mittened hand pushed them back; 
in no gentle manner, either; angri- 
ly, almost, lor they had given him 
a big scare — running right up under 
his uplifted axe, like that. 

"Don't you children know any 
better than to come runnin' up here 

like this ?" he fairly shouted, 

shaking them and pushing them 
back away from him. Yes, grand- 
pa was angered ; but more from 
fright than with the girls them- 
selves. Fatherless, they were his 
special care and treasure; and their 
mischievous (pranks — big or little, 
it never seemed to matter — were 
always passed over unnoticed, or 
unreproved, anyway; not so this 
time, however. 

"Haven't I told you — both of 
you — time an' time again," he went 
on, "that you mustn't come racin' 
up in front of my axe when I'm 
choppin'? Why, I don't know 
what's going' to become of you — 
you children, you— I declare, I 
don't, if you don't pay more heed 
to me when I'm tellin' you things 

First thing you know, you'll 

be killed, if you don't mind me 
better. I can't always be a watch- 
in' out for you Do you hear 

me ?" 

"Yes, grandpa, we do. An' we 
won't ever— do— so— any— more-again, 
never; no, we won't," they readily 
promised, '"but, grandpa," coaxing- 
ly, and in a manner not only be- 
speaking repentance, but promis- 
ingly hopeful of heeding future ad- 
monitions as well, "don't you see 
the sugar snow a comin' down. . . . 
And don't you remember that you 
always told us when it snowed like 
this way that it was time to tap the 
trees? Don't you remember, grand- 
pa? Oh, please tell us, "yes." that 
you do remember! -Please, 

NOTE— Run. to grow soft and melt. Cant 

p-1-e-a-s-e do, grandpa An' 

we want you to let us help you get 
the buckets down and all the things 
ready — right now ! An' if you 
only just will — an' won't chop any 
more — we'll throw all the sticks up 

onto the wood pile Just watch 

us throw 'em, grandpa.! — See?" 

And they went to work, tossing 
up the sticks — hit or miss, miss, 
mostly — in direction of the wood- 
pile, one watchful eye on their 
grandfather and the other on their 
work, in a way- — it must be admit- 
ted — that was rather more coaxing 
than helpful. 

Grandpa was certainly paying 
close and amused attention, and 
was finding their efforts to "help 
him" quite as hard to resist as had 
been their pleadings. In fact, he 
was quite persuaded that Leila and 
Alsie were right— that this was 
really "sugar-snow." 

Anyway, the sharp axe, gashed 
deep in the sapling — which was 
firmly held on the chopping-block 
with one foot — still clings, as he 
tries to peer up under his palm 
through the blinding flakes, in an 
effort to forecast a "little weather" 
promising to their hopes and their 
faith in his wisdom. 

"Well, well," he said, at last, 
wrenching the axe free to continue 
his work, and as if quite unmind- 
ful of their anxious, questioning 
faces, but he knew — he knew how 
they were -watching him and wait- 
ing for his decision, trust a grand- 
father for that, "I daresn't make 
you any promises now, children, 
only just this much : You wait till 
tomorrow, then, when it's about 
noon — time the sun gets highest, 
you know — if the snow begins to 
run*, on the south cant*, down 
in the little pasture, why, I'll start 
a fire under the kettles out at the 
boiling place, and we'll — well, we'll 
begin gettin' the buckets down, 
anyway, and get 'em scalt out.... 
Yes, we'll make a start." 

New England vernacular for slope. 



"An' you surely will, grandpa? 
i 'romise eross-your— heart-and- 

hope-to-die- — do you?" they cried. 
catching him by the tail of his 

frock and trying to wind him up in 
it, as they ran around him in an 
outburst of joy too great to be ex- 
pressed in words. 

"Yes — yes. I will." he replied, 
"but don't bother me any more now. 
Come, run into the house," motion- 
ing" them away with his hand, 'and 
don't let me see your faces out here 
again till this storm's over; come, 
run along, I say. Do you hear 
me?" he calls after them a bit 
sharply to epiicken their snail-slow 
step homeward. "No, rio : stop 
your teasing; not another word, I 
say! No, you're not going to 
throw any more sticks onto the 
wood pile, either. .. .What? No — 
it snows too hard. Now start 
yourselves inu> the house this very 
minute, or I'll — I'll know the rea- 
son why," stooping to pick up a 
twig to emphasize his commands, 
and whipping the air with it; a twig 
so small it wouldn't have hurt a 
fly. "Come' — stiver, I say!" 

They "stivered," laughing back 
at their grandfather, standing there, 
with one hand resting on his axe 
handle, and waving that silly little 
switch at them with the other and 
looking his very fiercest, — or try- 
ing to The idea! Pretend- 
ing- to glower at them, when they 
knew just as well as anything that 
it was all "put on.'" The thought 
of grandpa whipping them was so 
funny! "Just too funny for any- 
thing," they laughed. 

But, anyway, he'd promised them 
just exactly what they'd come for, 
and teased for, so they'd do just as 
he told them to — this time. 

And disappeared into the house. 


Now the virtue that has its own 
reward doesn't make a very big hit 

with children — not when they have 
to practice it. 

Could they ever wait, they won- 
dered, till tomorrow? Just now, 
it seemed to them they never could. 
But thing;, do come — even to chil- 
dren — who wait And to- 
morrow noon found Leila and Alsie 
returning from the "little pasture" 
with the glad news that "the snow's 
runnin,' grandpa ! Now you must 
do's you said you would." 

And their grandfather never goes 
back on them, once he has given his 
promise, so the fires arc built under 
the huge iron kettles out at the boil- 
ing place, and the kettles filled with 
water. Soon it is steaming hot and 
ready for scalding the buckets— ly- 
ing in rows near by — having been 
hustled down out of the shed 
chamber and carried there by Leila 
and Alsie, in all the flutter and ex- 
citement of happy beginnings. 

For the sugar-making season is 
coming It is already here! 

Next morning, bright and early, 
the big old wood-sled — backed up 
the night before in readiness for 
an early start — stands waiting 
for its load. An ox sled, it is; 
none of your frivolous light run- 
ning "bob" variety, but a big, 
heavy, ungainly affair; home-made, 
with long wooden runners ; the kind 
of a sled that, as the country-folk 
say, "had to be chained to keep it 
in the door yard," because it was 
so crude and unwieldly. 

When used for drawing sap bar- 
rels, it was fitted with a strong 
wooden frame. This frame, held 
together at its four corners with 
stout oak pins, was of a length and 
width to hold two barrels, placed 
end to end. Stakes about five feet 
long — three on each side — were 
driven into the top edge of the sled 
runners, and stood upright to keep 
the load from slipping off ; that was 
their chief use; incidentally, how- 
ever, they were such fine things for 



Leila and Alsie to hold on and 
swing by when the sled was in 

Soon the old sled was piled high 
as it could hold with the long rows 
of sweetly-fragrant wooden sap 
buckets. And grandpa — after what 
seemed to Leila and Alsie ages and 
ages of waiting- — appeared at last 
around the corner of the barn, driv- 
ing before him "Daniel and Da- 
rius," the big old widehorned spot- 
ted oxen. After many "whoa- 
hishings" and "gee-offings," the 
placid, cud-chewing creatures were 
finally backed up over the sled- 
tongue, and their yoke-ring slipped 
into the iron groove at the end of 
it. Then, with an awakening prod 
from grandpa's goad-stick, they 
settled themselves to their load; 
swaying their heads from side to 
side, and stepping out with slow, 
measured tread, the load, in a man- 
ner, is on its way. 

And what a load it was ! 

The big, toppling pile of buckets; 
the basket of tools lor tapping the 
trees, and .last — but not least — the 
two girls themselves. Leila swing- 
ing by one sled-stake and Alsie by 
another, with Trudger yelping and 
bounding on ahead. Grandpa, wad- 
ing knee-deep in the soft snow by 
the side of the oxen, guides them 
along up and down the deep-rutted, 
snow-filled wood road that winds 
along past the barn, down through 
orchard, fields and rocky pasture 
to the Sugar Place. 

And what a ride it was ! 

For the hills were steep, the hol- 
lows fillet] with soft snow, and a 
heavy, unwieldly load is pushing 

the oxen hard ahead Old and 

experienced fellows — Daniel and 
Darius. They know the value of a 
step ahead before taking the plunge 
and very carefully and cautiously 
do they step along. 

And what jolly sport it was! 

Down the long slope of snow- 
covered fields, gleaming crisply 

white in the morning's sunshine, we 
go — bumping along; thrilling with 
anticipation and making the hills 
echo with our shouts of laughter, 
as we come up out of one "thank- 
you-marm." only to nose down into 
a deeper one, where Daniel and 
Darius — like Doctor Foster— go up 
to their very middle, as they plunge 
and wiggle and plough their way 

And how slow we go ! The poky 
old oxen barely crawled, it seems 
to us, their noses poked straight 
out, horns laid on shoulder, holding 
back — holding back, all the way... 
Would we ever get there? 

To the edge of the big wood we 
came — at last ! The big. still, 
mystery-whispering wood! How 
beautiful it looked that bright 
March morning! What sparkles 
of sunshine were thrown back at us 
from boughs and branches of ever- 
green and maple — weighted and 
bending low with their fluffy mass- 
es of yesterday's ''sky-feathers !" 

And what jolly sport — ducking 
our heads to escape the soft show- 
ers from the .snow-weighted, 
bending-low branches, as we 
ploughed our way past them into 
the wood ! Then the fine woods-y 

tang that breathed up to us 

How we thrilled with the keen en- 
joyment of it, and of our own im- 
portance in being there— to "help 

Our hand-sled, for us to haul the 
buckets on from tree to tree, trails 
the big sled all the way down. 
Here it is, and almost before we 
know r it grandpa has it piled full 
up for us. Yes, and here's the 
basket of "tapping things," too — 
"Xoah's Ark," we always called it, 
because it was always filled with 
everything you could think of: the 
big auger for boring the holes in 
the trees, the spiles, hammer and 
nails, bits of wire and string, and 
—oh, everything! 

Swinging- the jingle-ty, junk- 



e-tv basket over his arm, grandpa 
leads the way to the nearest tree, 
with Leila and I at his heels, pull- 
ing and tugging at our load of 
buckets, as it slides and slews oyer 
the uneven path. 

Have you ever tried to pull a 
loaded hand-sled over untrodden 
ground, covered deep in snow? 
Some pull, isn't it? That was 
what it seemed to us— a hard old 
pull, and only a single track of 
footsteps ahead of us to mark the 

Our heavy load, our uneven 
path., our sudden stop to watch the 
glint of scarlet on the head of a 
bobbing woodpecker, and to listen 
to his toek-tork-tocking, as he 
winds around a nearby tree, then 
glimpsing a chipmunk on a spruce 
bough, directly over our heads, clut- 
tering down at us and eyeing us so 
inquisitively, had made us lag a 
long way behind grandpa. And 
now he is calling: 

"Come, come, children ! What 
makes you so slow?" 

So we leave little Tapping Red- 
head and Mr. Chippy Chipmunk, 
and hurry along with our load as 
fast as we can go. And now that 
we hear the tapping-iron biting 
into a tree, how fast we hurry along 
up to grandpa — to stand on tiptoe, 
watching for the first drop of sap 
to trickle down, as the tapping-iron 
is twisted out. 

Then we hand up a spile, then 
the hammer, then a nail : these 
driven home, how we hurry 
along a bucket for grandpa to hang 
on the nail, so that not a single drop 
shall be wasted ! Then we all wait 
for the soft tinkle and the faint, 
sweet smell of the sap as it drips, 
patteringly down the side of the 

Oh, yes; and to remember this 
particular tree as the one to come 
back to for our first drink of sap. 
There'll be a good big dipperful 

pretty soon, for see how fast it 

"just look, grandpa,'' we exclaim, 
"see how fast the sap drops!" 

Can you think of anything more 
sweetly refreshing than those long 
draughts of .sweet sap — out of those 
fragrant sap-buckets? Isn't it a 
taste that lingers? And wouldn't 
you like a tin dipper full right now? 
— yes, that's what I said — "tin dip- 
per." Who ever heard of drinking 
sap out of anything but a tin dipper? 

Then we go on to the next tree ; 
and the next and the next, till we 
have made the round of a full 
morning's work, and come back to 
the place of beginning — the empty 
wood sled and the stolid, cud-chew- 
ing oxen, standing just where we'd 
left them ; they haven't stirred out 
of their tracks all the time we've 
been gone. 

And you better believe we lose 
no time in getting ready to go 
home. For our brisk work, and the 
sharp morning air, has made us 
hungry as wolves ! Daniel and 
Darius are hungry, too, and need 
no prodding as they nose for their 
hay-filled manger. 

So we make quick time — up the 
hills and home. 

- And when we get there, was there 
ever anything that could have tast- 
ed "gooder" to us than the steam- 
ing pot of baked beans and the huge 
loaf of brown bread that mother 
has already on the table, waiting 


Then there was the baked 

Indian pudding, too ; little gold- 
brown islands of it — dipped with no 
stinted hand into our plates, and 
surrounded by a high. tide of maple 
sugar-sweetened cream. 

Hoop — ee! Hoop — ee ! But it 
was good ! 

And couldn't we have some more 
of it? we begged, licking the bowls 
of our inverted spoons, and reach- 
ing out our scraped-clean plates, 
arms length, towards the huge pud- 



ding' pan, — just a little, teeny bit 
more ? 

We could. Grandpa said so. 
For we'd been good girls that morn- 
ing. Done just exactly what he 
told us to and helped him a whole 
lot; didn't go chasing after squir- 
rels only just once ; nor race 'round, 
scaring up partridges, nor any- 
thing; just 'tended to their knittin' 
and worked like little beavers! "So 
give 'em all the pudding they want, 
and cream, too — just lots of it ! 
They've earned it." 

It was pretty good, listening to 
praise like that from grandpa. It 
made us feel epiite puffed up — that, 
and the pudding. And for being so 
wonderfully good we were standing 
a pretty fair chance of being filled 
to the limit with — both. 

Well, praise and pudding were 
pretty good things, we thought. 


Now a late spring, as this par- 
ticular spring proved to be — for af- 
ter the first generous run there were 
days and days of grim old winter 
before it was warm enough to "start 
the .sap" again — means either a big 
falling off of the "sugar crop," or 
else working "like all possessed" 
from sun up till long after sun down. 

"Making hay while the -sun 
shines," and "making sugar while 
the sap runs," means exactly one 
and the same thing— that the farm- 
er has to hustle. 

Hustle is certainly the word. 

For the sap, gathered at flood 
tide — and that is the way it flows, 
as the long delayed warmth sends 
it "welling to waiting bough and 
bud" — means running over buck- 
ets, and sap kettles kept "on the 
boil" day in and day out; some- 
times, and very often, far into the 
night as well. 

And what keen sport it was when 
mother would let us stay out at the 
'boiling place" and wait for the sug- 
aring-off," on those busy nights ! 

She would give us saucers and 
spoons, and when grandpa's long- 
handled sugar ladle "haired," as he 
stirred and lifted and poured — over 
and over again— the sweetly fra- 
grant boiling syrup, we'd slip our 
saucers underneath and "get ours." 

Then the neighbors, with boys 
and girls aplenty, would always 
come, in big pung-loads, for the 
end of the season Sugaring Oft. 
And what sweet, sticky, stirring 
times we would have ! Each and 
every one of us armed with a dish 
and spoon, beating and stirring the 
syrup into sugar. 

A variation that always added a 
good bit of zest to the Sugaring 
Off, was a pan of snow to "wax 
the maple on." I wonder if there 
is any tid-bit that children — and 
many grown-ups — have a bigger 
sweet tooth for than "waxed 
maple ?" 

Other nights — in the big rush of 
things — we would be forgotten, 
and would stay out at the "boiling 
place" so late that we would fall 
asleep, and have to be carried to 
the house either by grandpa, or 
good natured old Bill Spooner — 
our "hired man." 


Just a word about faithful old 
Bill Spooner — gone to his reward 
long, long ago.' He was rough and 
uncouth as he could be, but with 
a heart that was pure gold. Always 
in good humor. Never getting out 
of patience with us — no matter 
what we did or how bothersome 
we were to him. 

In his younger days, before he 
"got stranded high and dry on 
these here mountings," as he used 
to say, he had been a sailor. And 
the stories he would tell us about 
his experiences on the "high seas, 
before the mast," as he proudly 
called them, were — to us — intense- 
ly thrilling! Always a new story 
every time ; it made no difference 



how often we bogged for '"just one 
more," we always got it. 

Why, they would have filled 


His description of shipwreck, and 
his ''saved by the .skin of your 
teeth" escapes, would make us posi- 
tively shivery. Then he would 
tell US about the strangest kind of 
beings, who inhabited far away 
islands; oh, very dreadful crea- 
tures — half human, half animal, as 
he would describe them — that 
must have been, we thought, quite 

awful ! And quite ail lies, 

probably, man}" of his "yarns," but 
we believed them as seriously as 
we believed Bible stories, and with 
equal faith, I dare say. 

Because of his thin, high-pitched 
voice, and because he mended his 
clothes and darned his "footens," 
we always called him, "Miss" 

To us children, a man sewing was 
a strange sight ! We could never 
quite understand it. And wearing 
his thimble on his thumb, as Spoon- 
er did, and pushing his needle from 
him instead of towards him, as he 
sewed, was still another tiling we 
couldn't understand. So we nev- 
er missed a chance to watch him. 

Yes; Spooner was odd and queer. 

But we loved him in spite of his 
queer ways; perhaps we loved him 
more — because of them. Anyway, I 
distinctly remember that, when we 
said our prayers at night, \ve be- 
sought Divine guidance not only 
for grandpa, grandma and mother, 
but for dear old "Miss" Spooner, 


Ours was the real old fashioned 
way of making sugar. Instead of 
a sugar house, situated in some ac- 
cessible part of the Sugar Place, we 
had what was called a "boiling 
place." Huge iron kettle- and 
deep sheet iron pans were set in a 

rocks. with 
ground — big 
';h- 1 ;,,ved Sticks 


solid foundation of 
openings on the 
enough to take 

of wood; small logs, in fact. T 
boiling place was set close up 
against the old stone wall that sep- 
arated cur apple orchard from the 
door yard, and was only a short 
distance from the house and direct- 
ly opposite our big old red barn. 

Making the sugar so near the 
house was, in man}- ways, prefer- 
able to the modernized methods of 
today, as different members of 
the family could easily look after 
the fires, and the boiling down of 
the sap, while the "men folks" were 
away on their long rounds of sap 
gathering. But it made the hauling 
of sap — up through the. stony pas- 
ture and the lowermost edge of 
field, still more up — a very slow, 
toilsome task. 


It had now got to be about the 
last lap in the sugar making race. 
For these were the lingering days 
of April. Spring was warming the 
New Hampshire hill sides, and 
sending their last snows, "singing 
in joy of their happy release," to 
swell the brook beds. The warm 
breath of April days was in the 
air, giving to the tree tops that 
softly pink haze that foretells not 
only the "soon coming bud and 
blossom," but the final days of the 
sugar making season. 

And how the sap did run! 

Drop — drop — drop, so fast that it 
seemed almost a steady stream all 
day long; nights, too, it dript — 
when the frost held off. It made 
busy doings for grandpa and 
Spooner — twice a day gatherings — 
to keep pace with full-up and over- 
flowing buckets. 

Grandpa couldn't be bothered 
with us now. It had been several 
days since we had been with him 



on his rounds, and we were getting' 
pretty tired of being told every 

''No, children, you can't go with 
me this trip I'm too busy." 

So we decided there was going 
to be a change — if -there was any 
virtue in teasing. We had stayed 
at home long enough. 

It was mid-afternoon, and grand- 
pa was getting ready for the second 
and last trip — for the day — to the 
Sugar Place. 

Knowing, from past experiences, 
that we would be more likely to go, 
if we waited till the very last min- 
uet before we began to tease, we 
planned to be a bit "cagey" and 
not let on that we'd even thought . 
of going — or tease a single tease — 
till just as he was starting off, and 
would be in too much of a hurry to 
stop for an argument, or to stop 
long enough to even say, "no ; you 
can't go." 

We had guessed right. He hesi- 
tatingly consented. 

So with our little tin pails, to 
help him carry the sap — oh, we 
were going to help big, we were, 
to pay him for letting us come!... 
we started off. 

Down over the same old wood 
road, we again jostled along. It was 
pretty hard going now, with the 
snow gone in spots ; bare ground 
and muddy, part of the way, with 
big stones in the road that made 
the old sled scrunch and squirm, 
leaving a generous "grist" of shav- 
ings out of its runners — on their 
sharp edges—as we ground along 
over them. It made hard pulling 
for Daniel and Darius, too, but we 
didn't mind that ; if they did, why, 
they should worry — not us. Our 
business was to get to the big, old, 
lovely wood again, for it seemed 
ages since we were last there — just 
ages ! 

And very soon we do get there, 
for grandpa is in a hurry and urges 

the old oxen along as fast as they 
can go. 

I t<»w enchantingly beautiful it 

looked ! How enticing, as we 

slipped along the road into its very 
heart ! And how we loved this 
deep old wood — so full of mystery 
and charm that it seemed to us like 
a big .story book of never ending 
happenings! Listen! — what did we 
suppose the trees were telling each 
other in their soft, rustling whis- 
pers, which we could hear going on 
all about us? Something — some 
very pretty stories, we were sure — 

Fairy stories, perhaps How 

we wished we could hear them, too. 

How fragrantly sweet and fresh 
everything seemed, with the 
"breath of budding leaves showing 
mistily" in the light of these late 

afternoon shadows ! Shadows 

which were, as Leila described 
them, "Scotch-checkering every- 
thing all over," with their fine 
radiating, criss-cross lines. 

A little way off — just over the 
tree tops — a big flock of crows are 
winging ponderously towards the 
top of a tall hemlock, where they 
settle down — at last ; but not for a 
peace conference, for only listen to 
their scolding, "caw—caw — caw's!" 
"Such a very disagreeable, unhappy 
family," we think. "See how they 
want each other's places as they 
fly-hop from branch to branch ; and 
get them, too, or else go flying off 
in the biggest kind of a huff., lind- 
ing fault with everything — the cross 
old things !" 

But listen — hear that? — that 
noise? Off that way, down by that 
bunch of spruce trees, it comes — 
"Trum— thrum — thrum," it goes; 
why, we know what that noise is, 
don't we ? It's a cock-partridge, 
"drumming on a hollow log," so's 
to let his mate know he's all right, 
we guess. Wouldn't we love to 
crawl up real still and "see him 
drum?" 1 "Look! up there, on that 



tree" — there goes that self same 
Chippy Chipmunk, we're sure; 
fluffing up his tail over his back 
and peeping down at us, his little 
bead-y eyes so watchful and de- 
fiant, as if he might be saying to 
himself: "Well, what are yon doing 
here in my woods? Do you think 
I am afraid of you? Pooh! Just 
let me see you try to catch me. . . . 
There, I knew you couldn't," he 
seems to chiller down to us, as, in 
frolic, we race along under the trees 
just to watch him jump from one- 
tree to another — ever and ever so 
far ahead of us. 


But grandpa is calling us. 

He is putting on his sap yoke, 
as we come running up to him, and 
telling us that we must stay right 
there by the oxen and sled ; that 
Trudger must stay there with us ; 
that it is getting late, close on to 
sun down ; that he has to work fast, 
and we would only be in his way 
and hinder him this _ time, if we 
follow and try to help. . . .We don't 
like this — don't like it a bit; Why, 
we brought our pails on purpose to 
help! And it's just horrid nasty of 
grandpa not to let us go with him, 
so there! It isn't any fun at all, 
sticking around the old oxen and 
sled— waiting ! 

But grandpa is very firm; he 
means exactly what he says — we 
must mind him. . . .Stay right there. 

But say — ! watching grandpa's 
hurrying steps down the long wood 
road ahead of us, his .sap pails 
dangling from the sap yoke and 

swinging with every step Didn't 

we remember, right around here, 
somewhere, there was a little path 
that led off towards a clump of 
evergreens? — a place we always 
called the "Little Woods," because 
it was so thick and dense. Oh, here 
it is — right over here— .see? And 
it leads right straight to our "Little 
Woods," where we always come 

with mother to hunt for the earliest 

It was, indeed, a most beautiful 
spot — a sort of secluded ampi- 
theatre. "all curtained about" with 
lordly, wide-spread beeches and a 
dense undergrowth of spruce and 

hemlock A .spot 

"Just hid with trees and sparkling 

with a brook," 
where the earliest arbutus peeped 
out from their soft beds of moss, 
and where mother always allowed 
us to play all kinds of "make be- 
lieves" as long as we liked, when we 
came with her in quest of these 
beautiful flowers Often fancy- 
ing, as we played, the many strange, 
eventful things as likely to happen 
to us here in this real Fairyland ! 
That's what it always seemed to 
us — a real Fairyland! 

Why, we guess we do remember 
that place ! And how surprised 
mother would be if we could find 
a little bunch of flowers to take 
home to her, wouldn't she? — even 
though we couldn't find more than 
two or three — or just a few buds? 

And grandpa wouldn't mind our 
going just that little way off, would 
he? Why, we'd be close in sight 
of the oxen and sled all the time, 
and that wasn't anything but "stay- 
ing right there" — just like he told 
us to .' — was it? And we'd take 
Trudger along: with us. 


And away we sped along the 
little path that led to our "Little 
Woods," throwing a look around 
every few steps so as to be sure 
we kept the oxen and sled in sight — 
as a kind of sop for our disobedi- 
ence, probably, and because we 
were — in spite of our vaunted cour- 
age — just a wee bit afraid. 

You see we had never been there, 
except when mother had been with 
us, and when it was bright sun- 
light, while now it was nearing 
sun down, and the shadows were 
beginning to fall all about us. It 



was something to give heed Still 
we just had to look. It wouldn't 
take us but a second, then we'd run 
nght back and stay there by the 
sled till grandpa returned; yes ■ we 
would— we promised ourselves. 

Oh Alsie, hurry up— quick!" 
cried Leila, getting ahead of me 
while I had stopped to tie up my 
shoe string and pull my tippet out 
of a angle of cedar branches. "I've 
found one— see— right down here in 
this big bunch of moss" 

:, T-V^', Lei]a - ]t ?t me break 
it off I caned, hurrying along as 
fast as I could run. 

"Yes Alsie, 'cause J found one 
first; then, if you find the next one 
you must let me break it oil will 
you? An' maybe, if we hunt real 
hard— oh, ever'n ever so hard— we 
can find a big, big bunch." 

And away we run to pull away 
the moss and peep into every pro- 
mising hummock, and deep green 
beds of ground pine. Every bud 
and halt open blossom we 'found 
was proclaimed by wild crie* of 
surprise and admiration, as we sped 
from place to place— all unconscious 
of now quickly the shadows of 
night-fall had closed in; of our 
promised, "just one look and we'd 
go right straight back," or of a 
tawny-gray shape— back there in 
the black depths of the spruce un- 
dergrowth—that had been warily 
gazing at us out of its round, glar'- 
irjg eves, watching our every step 
And now, emboldened b'v the 
deepening shadows, it is stealthily 
paddmg around a clump of ever- 
greens, slipping noiselessly as a 
thread under their low spreading 
branches, to the trunk of a fallen 
tree crouching behind it, with its 
tufted ears and the gleam of its pale 
yellow-green eyes showing over the 

?v° u g ~ as h wa tched us. 

VVe had just spied another mossy 
knoll, and were running towards it 
when Leila suddenly caught hold 
Ol my arm, pointed at a log, and 

^f^mahalf whisper, said: 
Uhl Alsie, see the pretty, big- 

hvtfn ltty; u See ~* over there 
b3 *at log; the one. where the tree 
bends down over it. Can't you see 
him? look-look, there 'he is! 

rtf i A crawlin> "P on top o* 

the log. Oh. ain't he a big kitty? 
-Let s us tiptoe up an' try to catch 
him. Sh--/ laying her 'finger on 
my lips, we mustn't make any 
noise well scare him away, if we 
do. Step just as easy as you can," 
she whispered, moving cautiously 
forward, holding me tight by the 
hand and calling: 

"Kitty— kitty— pretty kitty- 

come—, reaching out her hand 
towards it as we draw nearer and 
nearer till w e were up to within 
a few feet of it. 

And so intent had we been on 
capturing it— so watchful in fear 
it would escape-that we had not 
noticed how. as we had cautiously 
u re Pl towards it- the tawny bulk- 
had been quite as cautiously creep- 
ing towards us. And its sudden 
nearness now— it was almost right 

on us and, oh, what a monster it 
looked .'—fairly stunned us 
At that instant it looked anything- 

stock-still— we scarcely breathed 
we were so terrified by the intense 
fixity of its glaring eyes-it slowly 
flattened its body, laid its ears close 
back against its head, opened wide 
its jaws— so red and big and full of 
sharp white teeth— and gave a spit- 
ting snarl | A snarl so avid, so un- 
expectedly frightful that it sent us 
backward like a blow. 

In a flash the huge gray bulk 
sprang out at us— stunning us into 
voiceless terror as it hissed and 
snarled and struck, with wicked 
stinging blows. 

The frightening shape on every 

side of us— a mass of teeth and 

claws and terrific muscle that ripped 

and tore wherever it clutched. 

It struck at me first, sending mc 



t© the ground with one blow of its 
paw that tore, as it struck, through 
mv hood and into my scalp, so deep 
that the scar plainly shows, even 
now. That I was saved from more, 
and still wickeder blows, was due 
to Leila's screams, her frantic blows 
with her tin pail over the creature's 
head, and the worrymgs of valiant 
old Trudger. But it was beaten 
away from me, only to fall upon 
Leila with doubled fur}-, striking 
Trudger out of its way with one 
rake of its tearing claws that sent 
the poor dog howling. 

I tried to scream, but I was so 
scared I couldn't open my mouth. 
I tried to get up, but I trembled so 
from fright and the hurt of that 
awful bleeding scratch, that I 
couldn't stand. And there was 
Leila — screaming and crying out to 
me, only a few feet a way— trying 
to beat off that awful wild cat. . . . 
Alone ! 

Oh, I must get there, somehow — 
I must — 1 must! I began erawding 
on my hands and knees, and had 
managed to get almost up to her, 
when her foot caught in the tangl- 
ed vines of ground-pine, and she 
fell head-long. But the instant she 
went down, Trudger leapt out at 
the cat with a force and fury that 
sent both dog and cat to the ground. 
Over and over they rolled, in a 
clutch that filled the air with yelps 
and spitting snarls and flying fur as 
they bit and scratched and tore. . . . 

Trudger would be killed He 

would be eaten up alive.... Oh, he 
would— he would— ! Why didn't 
grandpa come — Oh, why didn't he 
come — ? "Grandpa, grandpa!" I 
scream, at the top of my voice, 
"Why don't you come — ?" 

He is coining, for just then the 
most terrible yells I ever heard in 
all my life — and hope never to hear 
again — rang out. and made the 
woods echo and re-echo with their 
awful intensity. 

Our screams and cries had reach- 
him. and had crazed him with 
fright. He knew some dreadful 
thing had happened to us. And his 
first thought was: "It's a wild cat!" 
Hence those blood-curdling yells, 
all the time he was running up to 
us, to scare the thing away. 

They did scare the thing away! 

And as silently as it had come 
upon us, it slipt out of sight, and 
was gone, leaving only the sway- 
ing of branches to mark the spot 
where it had fied into the thicket. 


And there on the ground, insensi- 
ble to all that had happened, lay 
Leila. The trampled moss, her 
clothing in shreds, the little tin 
pail — with which she had so vainly 
tried to beat off the blows — still 
gasped, battered and crushed, in 
her little red-mittened hands, tells, 
in unspeakable anguish to grandpa, 
as he comes crashing up, the story 
of her awful struggle. 

For a second he stood leaning 
against a tree, breathless — from his 
run — and too crushed and dazed to 
move ; his lips trembling, as he tried 
to speak her name 

Stooping over her, he arranged, 
as well as his trembling old hands 
would let him, the tattered cloth- 
ing; picked up her little hood — that 
had been flung to the ground with 
one tear of a wicked paw — put it 
on and tied it under her chin. Then, 
tenderly gathered her up in his arms 
and lifted her up on his shoulder, 
tucking the little limp hand, so 
terribly bitten and torn, into the 
breast of his frock for warmth and 

Bidding me walk in front of him, 
we started back to the wood road, 
where stand the waiting oxen. 
Poor whining Trudger follows limp- 
ingly along, to curl up close to me 
in the space in front of the partly- 
filled sap barrels — where there's just 



room enough for us to squeeze in 
and to hold us from pitching out. 

Then we begin the slow, sad 
journey out of the woods, and up 
the long stretches of hills and. hard- 
going— home. The oxen moving 
along, with only the motion of 
grandpa's free hand laid on their 
yoke to guide them, all the way 
home. It seemed almost as if they 
understood we were in trouble, and 
they must do their part in helping 
us — so evenly and steadily do they 
move along up the steep hills. 


Now a strong, healthy child of 
nine years, lying limp and uncon- 
scious in one's arms, is no light 
burden ; and many a stouter heart 
than that of the dear old grand- 
father's would have c| nailed at the 
undertaking, and waited for help, 
knowing that our unusual absence 
would arouse fears, and mother 
would be sending Spooner to look 
for us. But his one thought was — 
to get away— out of this deep, dark- 
wood. Stout of heart, though he 
was, the terror of our struggles 
with the wild cat. and the thought 
of "what might have happened," 
was breaking him — he was terror- 
stricken ! 

With every step, he could feel 
against his arm the helpless swing 
of Leila's little red-mittened hand. 

"I shouldn't have let them come," 
he kept saying to himself, over and 
over again. "But Leila had teas- 
ed .so hard. . . .He might never hear 

her teasings again" And the 

thought of how bad her hurt might 
prove, unnerved him, and made him 
realize, as never before, how dear- 
how unspeakably dear — she was to 
him; how he had, unconsciously, 
held her as something nearer and 
dearer than anything else in life. 
^ "Yes, it had been going against 
his better judgement — letting them 
come, for all day long there had 

been moments," he reflected, "when 
he had felt something 'hangin over 
him ;' some vague foreshadowing 
that had seemed like a 'warning'. . 
He should have heeded it." 

"Even when he left them there 
by the sled, cautioning them not to 
go away, he hadn't been able to 
shake oil that 'dread of something,' 
but had gone on with his work," he 
remembered, "in an uneasiness of 
mind that had hurried him from tree 
to tree, and made him stop, every 
time he emptied a bucket, to look- 
uneasily around, as if expecting to 
hear, or see, some unusual thing. . . 

Hark. . . . .Listen What was 

that? P'shaw! How like a nervous 
old woman, he was getting! Why, 
its just the children — laughing and 
playing games around the sled; 
chasing squirrels, maybe; he could 
hear Trudger barking, too ; why, 
they are all right." he had tried to 
assure himself. "Still , 

"Hark — what was that? They're 

not laughing now Why, it's 

Leila, screaming out in terrible 

Flinging the pails of sap to the 
ground, and catching up his sap 
yoke, the next thing he was con- 
scious of was tearing through the 
woods, fear-crazed, and yelling at 
the top of his voice as he races 
along, only to find Leila — when he 
reaches their Little Woods — as she 
now lies in his arms. 


How still and shivery everything 
seemed all about us, as we slowly 
emerge from the woods into the 
moonlit fields. The only sounds to 
break the penetrating silence were 
the creaking sled, the scrunch of 
its runners over the stones, the 
panting oxen, the splot — splot of 
grandpa's sad, heavily burdened 
footsteps, as he moves slowly along 
beside them, and Trudger's little 
whimpers of pain as he cuddles 



close up beside me. While farther 
away— comes the whispering trickle 
of the .snow patches, still lingering 

in the hollows, and occasionally 

breaking with so startling a sound, 
as they shrank and settled, as to 
make the after-stillness even more 
deep and awesome. And to make 
me snuggle down beside Trudger 
even more closer — .startled and 
shivering with fright. 

And as we passed slow ly on up 
by them, how every rock and 
weather beaten stump — along the 
whole way — seemed, to my over- 
wrought nerves, to outline some 
lurking, moving shape! 


But we were being missed up at 
the house. It was long, long past 
the time for us to be back— even 
allowing for the longest of rounds 
and any reasonable delay. Supper 
had been a long time ready. They 
were all waiting — waiting — and 
still no sign of us coming. Mother 
was getting very anxious. Spooner 
had finished his "chores," and comes 
in to ask mother if he hadn't "bet- 
ter be a-mosey-in' along down a 
piece, an' find out what the trouble 
is — ; what'n timenation's a hinder- 
in' of 'em ?" 

"No, they'll be along pretty soon," 
she tells him, "You are tired. We'll 
wait a little while longer." 

Grandmother, worried and nerv- 
ous, was going from window, peer- 
ing intently out and trying to vis- 
ualize us in the different objects 
scattered along her line of vision. 

At last she called out: 

"I can see them, Sarah ; they're 
just rising the little hill down be- 
low the orchard, but they are com- 
ing very .slow — the oxen barely 
crawl Sarah, something's hap- 
pened Father's — yes, father's 

holdin' something over his should- 
er — it's — why, it's one of the chil- 

dren! Go — somebody; go — quick, 
an' help him !" 

And somebody did go quick. It 
was Spooner. And if anybody ever 
hit the high places on a keener 
jump than dear old "Miss" Spoon- 
er, as he lit out down the fields, 
the}- certainly would have had to 
"run some.'" 

1 shall never forget how he came 
tearing around the little clump of 
trees on one side of the road that 
quite hid us from him, and was 
right on us before he could "come 
off his gait" — how funny he look- 
ed — and how glad — oh, how glad — 
I was to see him ! 

Bare-headed, in his shirt sleeves 
and "stocking feet," waving an old 
carpet-slipper in each hand (he was 
pulling off his boots and had his 
old slippers in his hand ready to 
put on, when grandmother's — "Go — 
somebody!" rang out), he tore 
past us, stammering — "stutterin'," 
he called it, and when excited could- 
n't help it to save his life — so that 
nobody on earth could have told 
what he said, or meant. 

As soon as he could slow up 
enough to turn around, he rushed 
up to grandpa and held out his arms 
for Leila, "stutterin' " away like a 
house afire. It was so dark he 
couldn't see how badly she was 
hurt, else there would have been no 
help from him. He would have 
"stuttered" himself to death then 
and there — likely. 

But grandpa motioned him away, 
barely indicating, with a wave of 
his hand towards the oxen, that he 
would leave the load for him to 
drive up the rest of the way, and 

"No. no, Spooner, I — I can't give 
her up." And sped on up to the 

Well, the dear old grandfather 


didn't have to give her up, although And all her life she bore deep. 

it was many weeks — many long, ragged scars made by the tearing 

weary, tearful-watching days and teeth and the ripping claws of a 

nights- — before we were told Leila blood-thirsty wild cat. 

Would q-et well 


A 'Spring Song." 
By Jennie 11. Hussey. 

There's a dear little flower, — I know of none fairer — 

That follows the soft April showers ; 
To me it is dearer and sweeter and rarer 

Than even the queen of all flowers. 


O trailing arbutus! fair harbinger, thou, 
Of .spring-time and blossom-time sweet. 

What hope and what cheer, after skies dark and drear; 
How gladly thy blossoms I greet. 

There's a hint of the snowdrifts with sunrise above 

Among the green leaves where you shine. 
Fair Puritan blossoms, I cherish and love them; 

They bring me a new hope divine. 

For I know that each winter is followed by spring-time, 

As midnight to morning gives place ; 
And sweet April showers and breezes and sunshine 

Will make the earth blossom in grace. 


Through the kindness of Mr. 
Brookes More a prize of $50 is of- 
fered for the best poem published 
in the Granite Monthly during the 
year 1921. The judges are Prof. 
Katharine Lee Bates, Mr. W. S. 
Braithwaite and former Governor 

John II. Bartlett. A gratifying 
number of entries for the contest 
already have been received, some of 
which are printed herewith, while 
others may be found elsewhere in 
the magazine. 


By Emily W. Matthews. 

Ye Artists! 

Come unto me and humbly kneel before me, 
For I am Nature, the great mother of Artists; 
Your mother and your only true school mistress. 
This Flower: 

Its tints are something to wake dreams 
And morning fancies in your hearts, 
And every curve of leaf and petal, crisp 
With dainty grace, wakes innocent delight. 
And .see ! 

My sweeps of wooded slopes, 
That, undulating, sinuous and strong, 
Are clothed in changing colors as the seasons and the 
hours come and ^o. 

Observe ! 

How well my tender hand 

Has covered with a thousand graceful vines 

Trailing and looping, shedding fragrant scent, 

The sears you leave upon my lovely hills. 

See sparkling rivers and my mirroring lakes; 

Flashes of light that dazzle your poor eyes 

And make you rend your brushes — 

I confound you 

With curves and hues and filmy traceries, 

Perspectives, vistas, contrasts, each one new 

And never twice the same — 

Some times there are 

When in a melting mood 

I'm painted beauty all day long — 

(Such pictures as no one of you can ape) ; 

When day is done. 

In ecstasy of inspiration 

I fling across the sky 

My palette— full of paints, 


See. brilliant royal reds and flaming- gold; 

A wilderness of color, shot with light; 

Dazzling, changeful, delirious, intense — 

Which fades, through varying tints, to stars and night. 

Musicians ! 
Hear my music ; 

\\ hose bass is beat by sombre waves on all my shores 
And answered through my continents. 
Full-throated, vibrant, strong, 
By countless rivers striving toward the sea. 
The treble's played by brooks. 
My pastoral 

Is fluted by the birds. My violins, 
-The rustling of a thousand million leaves 
From South to North in answering melodies. 
And all unite to make a song- — 
Ah, what a song! And it is nothing but 
The throb of my large heart. 

Oh sinner ! 

Come to my pine cathedrals, 

For there is nothing there — no stifling cants — indiffer- 
ence — 
No creakings of the pews — no clink of coins 
In contribution plates; 
Nothing to hide from you 
The face of my great beauty. 
Lie down and turn your eyes to my blue sky 
Which you believe is only there 
To hide my secrets. 
Find there in sky and trees 
That interlace and swing in rythmic grace 
The secrets that you crave. 
Put down your ear — 
Yes — here among the needles 
At the foot of these great trees. 
Listen — you hear? 

The beating of my ever throbbing heart! 
Well, now, dear one. you are a part of me; 
Bound to me close, as close as now you lie 
Among the brown pine-needles. 
"Being" I give, and then anon, reclaim you. 
Perhaps when time has passed 
"Being" I'll give again; 
But oh, ask not my dear, my little one— 
That's not for you to know! 


By Elaine Stem. 

"When you look into your heart 

And find me there 

Are yen surprised? 

Just covered with amazement 

At seeing me 

So snugly curled up 

And smiling at you sleepily? 

You wonder how 1 came there, 
Who let me in, 

You, who guarded the portal so closely, 

(I know you did, my own. 

Yen are just as much afraid as I 

Of heing hurt.) 

Rut all the time there I was 

Taking complete possession of every corner 
And choosing the warmest spot for my own 
For ever and ever 

I'll tell you how I did it; 

I sneaked in ; 

Yes, 1 did. 

One day when you weren't looking. 

Until I found the tiny door, 

And found its key. 

The key was that I loved you so entirely 

I did not mind your knowing it at all, 

I, who have always kept my heart intact, 

I, who have said I'd play at loving! 

Well, that was the key. 

I fitted it in, and turned the lock 

And fell back gasping! 

Your heart is so beautiful inside 

Just large enough for me— and me alone 
(You see how selfish I've become!) 
And so, I'm now at home. Sir, 
My hours twelve to twelve. 

And you need not be lonely any more, 


Because when you walk, or golf, 

Or talk, or write, or read, 

You'll know I'm there, 

Just buttoned snugly up beneath your vest 


By Marx E. Hough. 

Some big wet drops fall slowly one by one. 
Then suddenly descend a sheeted stream. 
Starting a deluge just for fun 

To see the lazy eaves spouts run, — 
When k> ! there flutters down a gay sunbeam. 

Again, more wind than ram, they beat and pound 
As if somehow a threatening cloud decreed 
That they should storm the soggy ground. 
Blow up what new seed can be found, — - 
And satisfy an elemental need. 

Now timidly it rains or darkly lowers. 

The rain-drops and the fog-sprites keep their tryst, 
Making out programs for their April showers 
And choosing what they'll have for flowers, — 

Then once again the sun peeps through the mist. 


By L. Adelaide Sherman. 

One rare spring day she gathered violets; 

Then life was young and all her days were May. 
She knew no haunting past, no vain regrets, — 

She gathered violets ; and down the way 
Where trillium bloomed, hepatica and sweet 
Pink lady's slipper, strayed her loitering feet. 

He brought her violets when stars less bright 
Than her clear eyes, love-lit, adown the sky 

Moved to slow music, trailing veils of light. 
She lost the world — she knew that he was nigh ; 

And her white soul, swept by a flood of song, 

Was borne on visioned wings of joy along. 

We laid blue violets upon her breast ; 

Poor wounded heart, so long inured to pain ! 
We left with her the flower she loved the best, 

For months had passed and it was spring again. 
Then, while we stood with blinded, tear-wet eyes, 
She bore her violets to Paradise. 


In its issue of August. 1920. the 
Granit6 Monthly advised Presiden- 
tial Candidate Harding to tell the 

people that it elected he would in- 
vite into Ids cabinet. Elihu Root, 
Herbert C. Hoover. John \V. Weeks, 
and other men of like calibre. A 
little later in the campaign the 
same suggestion was made by the 
Saturday Evening Post, a publica- 
tion of somewhat larger circulation 
than the Granite Monthly. Mr. 
Harding did not see fit to take this 
course of action and the result in 
November showed that he did not 
need the additional number of votes 
which it would have brought him. 
But without making the pledge he 
has carried it out and Mr. Hoover. 
and Mr. Weeks today have seats 
at the cabinet table with Mr. 
Hughes as an entirely satisfactory 
substitute for Mr. Root. While 
the other members of the cabinet 
do not have the same standing in 
the public mind as the three nam- 
ed, several of them seem to be 
especially fitted for the posts to 
which they have been invited. 
Xew Hampshire is recognized by 
the -choice of her native son, Mr. 
Weeks, whose name thus is added 
to the notable list which began 
with Levi Woodbury, and has in- 
cluded Webster, Chase, Cass, 
Chandler, Dix, Fessenden, Dear- 
born and others. 

Last month the people of New 
Hampshire refused with emphatic 
decision to ratify any of the four 
amendments to the constitution 
submitted to them. We are still 
of the opinion that the best inter- 
ests of the state would have been 
served by the ratification of all of 
them, but that is a question now of 
only academic interest. The im- 
mediate problem presented by the 
failure of the income tax amend- 
ment is how to pay the state's bills. 
As this is written the legislature 

is adopting the solution of cutting 
to the bone the living expenses of 
the state government and refusing 
absolutely to make any extension of 
its activities on any lines, however 
worthy and desirable. Two years 
of this policy may not do any great 
harm ; may have, in fact, a salutary 
effect in certain directions. But to 
continue it indefinitely would make 
New Hampshire a by-word among 
her sister states. In a decade the 
damage thus done would be well 
nigh irreparable. The General 
Court of 1923 will be looked to for 
a sounder financial policy. 

The series of articles upon the 
state government of 1921-1922 has 
been interrupted this month in 
order to allow time for the prepara- 
tion of an article to be published 
in the May issue, giving an outline 
of the work of the legislature at 
its three months' session and por- 
traits and sketches of some of the 
leaders in the lower branch to 
supplement Mr. Metcalf's story of 
the Senate in the March number. 

New Hampshire is forging ahead 
fast among the states in mazagine 
making, both as to quantity and 
quality. Few establishments in the 
country excel the output of the 
Rumford Press at Concord, with 
the Atlantic, Asia, Century, House 
Beautiful, St. Nicholas, North 
American Review, Yale Review, 
and many others on its list. And 
now we have just learned that the 
Photo-Era magazine, one of the 
handsomest and most interesting 
class publications extant, is being 
published at Wolfeboro, where its 
editor and manager, Mr. A. H. 
Beardsley, has taken up his resi- 
dence. Certainly in its new location 
Photo-Era has no lack, in beautiful 
scenery, of "raw material" for 
its justly famous illustrations. 


Norman Hapgood, journalist and 
diplomat, has been for a quartej of 
a century a resident during a large 
part of almost every year of New 
Hampshire and has taken a more 
than academic interest in our poli- 
tics. In return we take a lively 
interest in whatever Mr. Hapgood 
writes, finding him always pun- 
gent, readable and well informed, 
even when, as often is the case, we 
disagree with his conelusions. "The 
Advancing Hour." his latest book., 
is published by Eoni & Liveright 
of Mew York and deals with pro- 
blems of the immediate yesterday, 
today and tomorrow. 

He finds this a time of "a double 
revolution, shifting of class power 
and shifting of the nations." and 
regrets that this country has be- 
come "the home of reaction" and 
has taken to "the storm cellar," 
becoming meanwhile the victim of 
a "blockade of thought." Mr. Hap- 
good defines the issues of Nation- 
alism, the class conflict, and tells 
why he finds himself just now "a 
man without a party." He answers 
in the negative the question, "Is 
Socialism needed?" and finds in co- 
operation between farmers and 
other labor the solution of the 
situation. "Liberalism," which he 
seems to find embodied in Mr. 
Justice Brandeis, is another of Mr. 
Hapgood's requisites for the future 
of our nation. 

Two chapters he devotes to ex- 
plaining his very well known atti- 
tude in favor of the soviet govern- 
ment in Russia and another to ex- 
plaining why President Wilson 
reaped no harvest from the seeds of 
great deeds which he sowed. Fi- 
nally he answers the question, 
"What is our faith?" which seems 
to be that the Sermon on the 
Mount should supplant the Ten 
Commandments as the individual 
and national law of conduct. 

"The Advancing Hour" is bril- 
liant and stimulating. Conservative 
readers may think that it would 
violate the Volstead Act of letters, 
if there were such a statute. 

James Oliver Curwood, very 
popular novelist of the North, issues 
through his publishers, the Cos- 
mopolitan Book Company, New 
York, a pretty little book, "God's 
Country: The Trail to Happiness," 
which, it is hoped, will share in the 
wide circulation of his stories; for 
it will do its readers good. Mr. 
Curwood has found for himself a 
religion in nature which he preaches 
to all who will hear. In the vivid 
style of which he has wonderful 
command he tells of the days when 
lie was a "killer" and of how a 
great grizzly bear made him see the 
error of his ways and of how he- 
found "the road of faith." Mr. Cur- 
wood has not discovered anything 
new. The worship of nature was 
the first religion and it never has 
lacked for devotees. But this 
writer preaches it with an eloquence 
that entices and a sincerity that 
impresses. His answer to the rid- 
dle of the ages is not, to us, com- 
plete and satisfying; but his back 
to nature remedy for the ills of the 
times is a good one and very easy 
and pleasant to take whether here 
among our New Hampshire hills 
or in the mighty Rockies of which 
Mr Curwood writes. 

The series of books issued under 
the auspices of the Red Cross to 
inform the American people as to 
what their dollars did over seas 
when spent by the Red Cross or- 
ganization is concluded with a 
volume, "American Red Cross 
Work Among the French People," 
by Fisher Ames, Jr., published by 


Macmillan, New York. It tells the have this glorious accomplishment 

story of civilian relief work in fulb and justly recorded, and maybe 

Prance alone and, gives a clear idea. the books will serve the further 

of ' the importance and the niagni- purpose in these disappointing 

tude of this endeavor. Previous days of "peace'* of recalling to mind 

titles in the series have been "The the times of "war" when men and 

American Red Cross in the War." women showed the pure gold rather 

"The Red Cross in Italy." "With the than the polished brass of their 

Doughboy in France" and "The composition: 
E^assing Lesions." It is good to 


By Helen- Adams Parker. 

The wind sighs through the casement, 
It growls behind my chair; 
The dry leaves left from Autumn 
Go flying everywhere. 

The bare trees look so sombre, 
Upreaching to the sky, 
Their leaden branches rocking 
Above the earth so high. 

The birds fly under cover, 
Or circle — overhead, 
The wind, it blows so fiercely 
They seem to be afraid. 

But hush ! it all is over 
The wild wind's fret and frown, 
A wing dove oils its feathers, 
The April rain comes down. 

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The Late Frank L. Kendall 


Colonel Frank L. Kendall of Rochester, 
one of the leading insurance men in New 
England, a public-spirited citizen with a 
wide social acquaintance, bank director 
and president of the Rochester Chamber 
of Commerce, died suddenly on Saturday, 
May 29. 1920. while on a 'fishing trip at 
North Wakefield. The news came as a 
great shock not only to his home city, 
but to the great number of his friends 
throughout the state and country. 

Colonel Kendall was born in St. Johns- 
burv, Vermont, June 25, 1871, the only 
child of L. L. and Maria A. (Poland) 
Kendall, his father being a life long resi- 
dent of Vermont and a well known mer- 
chant there. 

Frank L. Kendall graduated from the 
St. Johnsbury Academy just before he 
was sixteen years of age. After leaving 
school, he accepted a position in the post 
office at St. Johnsbury, remaining there 
about a year. At the end of this time 



he associated himself with the Vermont 
Centra! and Boston and Maine Railroads 
as telegraph operator at Burlington and 
St. Johnsbury, Vermont, and Concord and 
Lakeport, New Hampshire. 

'I hen he accepted a position in the in- 
surance business with True E. Prescott of 
the Melcher and Prescott Agency at Lake- 
port, New Hampshire, where he remain- 
el ten years, the last year of this time 

iving part 

tunc to work a; 

adjuster for the American Central In- Company of St. Louis. Mo., in 
connection with the agency at Laconia. 

Leaving there in 189.? to accept the 
management of the A. S. Parshley Agency 
at Rochester, New Hampshire, he held 
that position about two years and then 
purchased the agency. The business grew 
by leaps and bounds under his management 
until it became one of the largest agencies 
in New Hampshire. For many years he 
was associated with insurance men of 
high standing and was a member of the 
New Hampshire State Board of Under- 
writers, A short time before his death 
he with other Rochester capitalists bought 
the Prudential Fire Insurance Company, 
re-organized it and moved its headquarters 
to Rochester. 

Colonel Kendall's activities were by no 
means confined to insurance, however. 
He was at different times interested in 
various branches of retail trade ar.d had 
large real estate holdings. He was for 
years a director in the Rochester Loan 
and Banking Co.. and after its merger 
with the Rochester National bank, con- 
tinued as director in the consolidated in- 
stitution. For many years he had been 
treasurer of the Rochester Fair associa- 
tion, where his great business ability, 
system and accurate accounting methods 
were of the greatest advantage to the 
association. He was one of the lead- 
ing organizers of the Rochester Coun- 
try club, had been its president and 
was always a prominent member. He had 
been secretary and treasurer of the 
Rochester Building and Loan Association, 
one of the oldest and most prosperous 
organizations of this sort in the state. 

Ever since living in Rochester, he had 

affiliated with the Congregational church 
and had taken a great interest in its work. 
He served as warden for a number of 
years and at the time of his death was 
moderator of the society. He was always 
ready to contribute money and time to 
further the interests of the church. 

Colonel Kendall at the time of his 
death was president of the Rochester 
Chan. her of Commerce, to which he had 
devoted much time and thought. 

During the war, his services as an or- 
ganizer were in great demand. No man 
was more efficient in this sort of work 
than he and he organized and directed 
many of the big drives in his community 
and in the county. His card indexes con- 
nected with these drives are still preserved 
and will prove of great interest and value 
in the future beyond a doubt. 

He had a large hand in starting the 
Rochester hospital and was the treasurer 
of the association until he resigned and 
was elected chairman of the board of 

Colonel Kendall secured his military 
title by service on the staff of Governor 
•'achelder. He wa.s a thirty-sceond 
decree Mason, a member of the Rochester 
lodge, chapter, council. commandery, 
and Eastern Star, and of Aleppo Temple 
of the Mystic Shrine; and was also an 
Odd Fellow. 

Colonel Kendall married Miss Sarah E. 
Kennett, sitter of the late Hon. A. Crosby 
Kennett of Conway. She survives him, 
together with one son, Kennett Russell. 
He also leaves two half sisters, Mrs. 
Clara M. Plummer of Lakeport, and Miss 
Elizabeth Kendall of St. Johnsbury. Vt, 
and a half-brother, Josiah B. Gage of 
Olean. N. Y. 

His home paper, the Rochester Courier, 
said at the time of his death: "Few men 
in a community of this size have ever 
had so great a variety of activities as 
Colonel Kendall was engaged in. These 
continued up to his death and his loss 
will certainly be greatly felt here and 
<d-e\ here. He was public-spirited in the 
highest degree and was never called on 
in vain for any public enterprise of merit." 


By Alice Af. She par d 

All down the road to Jericho 
Ajourneying the people go, — 

The priest, the Levite, and the man. 
The thieves, and the Samaritan. 

Sometimes the Levite and the priest, 
Oft times the. "neighbor" on his beast, 
Will fare along- with one intent. 
To frustrate what the thieves have meant. 

They bind the wounds, they pour in oil, 
They spare not scrip, they stint not toil, 
To heal the nations if they may, 
And help them, limping, on their way. 

O futile pilgrims! Why so blind - 
And .slow of heart in being kind? 
Why leave the ambush, and the den, 
Whence robbers come to prey on men? 

The groaning world cries out in need : 
"Heal those that suffer, heal and feed, 
Yet more, prevent my future woe, 
Make safe the road to Tericho." 



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Vol. LI II. 

MAY. 1921. 

No. 5. 


By 11. II. Metcalf. 

The New Hampshire General 
Court of 1921 assembled on Wed- 
nesday, January 5. at 11 o'clock in 
the forenoon, and was prorogued a 
little after 11 o'clock in the evening, 
actual time, at 5 p. m., legislative 
time, on Thursday, April 14. Of 
these 100 days, 72 witnessed ses- 
sions of the two bodies and busi- 
ness was transacted on -14 of them. 

There originated in the Senate 41 
hills and three joint resolutions ; in 
the House, 417 bills and 66 resolu- 
tions. Of these 283 became laws 
and 244 failed of passage. The 
Governor did not veto, or withhold 
his approval from any measure 
submitted to him. 

There were two deaths during 
the session among the members of 
the Legislature. Hon. Joe W. 
Daniels of Manchester, senator 
from the 22nd District, died sud- 
denly of heart disease towards the 
end of a session during which he 
had endeared himself to his asso- 
ciates by his genial kindness and 
had proved himself a faithful and 
efficient public servant. Repre- 
sentative James A. Gallagher of 
Ward .Seven, Na>hua, was fatally 
ill at the opening of the session and 
never took the oath of office. Sick- 
ness also prevented Representative 
Wilbur G. Colcord of Ward Three, 
Manchester, from taking the 
seat to which he was elected. 

According to the figures given in 
the Official Manual of the General 
Court, the Senate was made up of 
21 Republicans and three Demo- 
crats: the House of 294 Repub- 

licans. 109 Democrats, and one In- 
dependent, George L. Porter of 
Langdon. The House was especial- 
ly distinguished as to membership 
because of the fact that for the first 
time in the history of the state 
women occupied seats as entitled 
representatives of two towns, Mrs. 
Mary L. (Rolfe) Farnum of the 
town of Bo.scawen, and Miss Jessie 
Doe of the town of Rollinsford. 
They were notably faithful and 
quietly efficient in the discharge of 
their duties and were highly re- 
spected and esteemed by their asso- 

Another unprecedented feature of 
this session of the legislature was 
the resignation, at its close, of Hon. 
Leslie P. Snow of Rochester as 
president of the senate in order to 
accept an appointment as justice of 
the supreme court. Senator James 
A. Tufts of Exeter was elected by 
acclamation, on motion of Senator 
Charles S. Emerson, to succeed 
President Snow, thus establishing 
beyond question the succession to 
the governorship in case of the ab- 
sence or disability of the present 
Chief Executive. 

The usual presentation of gifts to 
the officers and attaches of the two 
branches occurred on the final day 
of the session and was featured by 
the gift of a purse of gold to Rep- 
resentative William J. A hern of 
Ward Nine, Concord, the member 
of longest legislative service, and 
whose work in expediting the busi- 
ness of the session was universally 
recognized as of the greatest value. 


Tiie New Hampshire Legislature of 1921 

Reduce the state tax. 

Protect the state roads. 

Codify the school laws. 

Authorize credit unions. 

Regulate the sale of seeds. 

Increase motor vehicle fees. 

Enact a new pharmacy law. 

Authorize the closing of jails. 

Raise the bounty on -wild cats. 

Relieve women from jury duty. 

Allow the killing of fewer deer. 

Free the Dover-Eliot toll bridge. 

Authorize a state publicity board. 

Equalize salaries of state officials. 

Regulate the naming of highways. 

Legislate against daylight saving. 

Require a woman factory inspector. 

Protect maternity and infant welfare. 

Name the Daniel Webster Highway. 

Remove the limit from interest rates. 

Assist the Grand Army of the Republic. 

Make June 30 the end of the fiscal year. 

Provide continuing boards of selectmen. 

Establish the office of state veterinarian. 

Regulate the sale of inflammable polishes. 

Reduce the amount of state aid to schools. 

License chiropractors and lobster fishermen. 

Make large anti-tuberculosis appropriations. 

Make six inches the legal size of brook trout. 

Require the payment of fees into the state treasury. 

Make provision for state university extension courses. 

Give the American Legion quarters in the state house. 

Change the manner of distributing the session laws. 

Provide for the expenses of the Constitutional Convention. 

Raise the debt limit of the city of Manchester and furnish the 
city with state-appointed highway and finance commissions. 

Provide for commissions on divorce laws, workmen's compensa- 
tion, water power conservation, 300th anniversary of the 
settling of New Hampshire, foreign and domestic commerce, 
Connecticut River traffic. 


The New Hampshire Legislature of 1921 

Regulate billboards. 

Aid agricultural fairs. 

Allow absentee voting-. 

Extend state activities. 

Encourage bee keeping. 

Increase appropriations. 

Censor moving pictures. 

Raise the pay of jurors. 

Repeal the divorce laws. 

Liberalize the Sunday law. 

'Tax furniture and fixtures. 

Provide public warehouses. 

Allow women to hold office. 

Lav out new state highways. 

Establish a stale police force. 

Prohibit stalls in restaurants. 

Repeal the direct primary law. 

Regulate the gear of automobiles. 

Tax the income from intangibles. 

Give Manchester a normal school. 

Punish the libel of religious sects. 

Make topographic maps of the state. 

Abolish the state board of education. 

Establish a minimum wage commission. 

Establish a state board of piano tuning. 

Remove the protection from pheasants. 

Require the union label on state printing. 

License plumbers and electrical workers. 

Direct a re-valuation of taxable property 

Provide for a revision of the public statutes. 

Exempt from taxation farm mortgages at 6 per cent. 

Establish a 4S hour work week for women and children. 

Exempt from taxation new homes and farm improvements. 

Require that the deputy secretary of state should be a woman. 

Abolish the offices of liquor law enforcement and state liquor 

Make the highway and fish and game departments triple-headed 

Require the inspection and licensing of hotels and restaurants 

and makers of ice cream and beverages. 



The presentation address to tins 
honored veteran was made by 
Representative William E. Price of 
Lisbon, one of the new members, 

who attracted attention by his 

against destructive use ; for the 

improvement of the school law and 
some reduction in the cost of its 
operation; for the closing of certain 
jails; for the equalization of sal 

evident fitness tor the work of aries paid by the state; and for the 

legislation. payment of foes and other income 

In his address proroguing the into the state treasury. 

legislature. Governor Brown said to "Extensive provision has been 

its members: made for continuing the fight 





Hox. William J. Aherx, 
Parliamentary Leader. 

"It is the quality, not the quan- 
tity, of your work, that will com- 
mend it to your constituents. 

"Among the acts of the session 
of major importance are the enact- 
ments providing for continuing 
boards of selectmen ; for the main- 
tenance of highways by the traffic 
they bear and for their protection 

against tuberculosis in men and 
animals. The Sunday law has been 
retained, unimpaired, upon the 
.statute book. The state's greatest 
highway has been named for her 
most distinguished son. The aid 
of the state has been extended to 
the city of Manchester to supply a 
need where local government, for 



the time being, had failed. Various 
commissions have been created to 
serve 'without pay in the interest 
of the -state. 

"The appropriations provide for 
necessa'ries, only, and not for luxu- 
ries. They are reflected in a de- 
ficiency tax' of $450,000 for the cur- 
rent fiscal year; a state tax of 
$1,700,000 for the next year; and of 
$1,500,000 for the year following 

"This result should mark a turn- 
ing point in taxation. Your work 
in bringing it about is extremely 
gratifying to me, and in return I 
promise you the money appropriat- 
ed shall be expended with the ut- 
most care and prudence, and that, 
so far as it can be prevented, no 
deficiency will be permitted to ac- 

"I desire to thank you in behalf 
of the people of New Hampshire, 
whose servants you are and to 
whom you are about to return, for 
the general excellence of your 
record in legislation, and for the 
earnest and orderly manner in 
which, under a capable and efficient 
presiding officer, you have proceed- 
ed with your work. I also thank 
you for your splendid co-operation 
with me and for your kindness and 
courtesy to all with whom the pub- 
lic business has brought }ou into 

For various reasons this General 
Court was rather slow in getting 
into its stride and an unusually 
large number of measures were left 
for final disposition until the last 
fortnight of the session. This was 
due in part to the extended con- 
sideration given in committees to 
several important matters upon 
which continued hearings were de- 

Another cause was the compara- 
tive lull in the proceedings which 
followed the vote appropriating 
money to pay the expenses of a 
special session of the constitutional 

convention. Until this one-day 
session had been held and the re- 
sults of its work judged by the 
people on town meeting day, there 
was more or less uncertainty as to 
the legislative program with es- 
pecial reference to taxation and ap- 
propriations. The decision of the 
people at that time not to open 
tip new .sources of revenue added to 
the obligation of the general court 
to keep down state expenses, and 
in that endeavor special inquiries 
were made into the finances of the 
state departments of education, 
highways and fisheries and game, 
those of the State College and the 
whole matter of state salaries. 

The work of the committee on 
appropriations in the House and 
that of the committee on finance in 
the Senate, led by their respective 
chairmen, Hon. Harry T. Lord of 
Manchester and Hon. George A. 
Fairbanks of Newport, was d'one 
with remarkable thoroughness and 
fairness, and the support given the 
committee recommendations by the 
two was evidence of the 
confidence felt in the success of 
their endeavors for economy with- 
out parsimony. 

The application of the pruning 
knife, however, to the work of the 
state board of education and an 
increased degree of supervision over 
its finances by the governor and 
council led to the resignation from 
the board of its chairman, Gen. 
Frank S. Streeter, and three of his 
associates, Thomas W. Fry of 
Claremont, Ralph D. Paine of Dur- 
ham and John C. Hutchins of 

The most successful attempt to 
increase the revenues of the state 
was by increasing the fees charged 
for the registration of motor 
vehicles and changing the basis of 
payment from horse power to gross 

The presiding officers of both 
branches accompanied Governor 



Brown, his council and staff to the 
inauguration of President Harding, 
the situation thus created present- 
ing the interesting question of who 
was governor of the state during the 
absence from its holders of all three 
of the officers mentioned in the 
statutory succession. 

It was the general opinion among 
those who have attended in one 

branch, was to have a roll call as 
soon as possible. 

The most words were employed 
in considering the conditions in the 
city of Manchester, but other topics 
of spirited debate were daylight 
saving, chiropractors, the Sunday 
law, the interest rate, salaries, the 
schools, the constitutional conven- 
tion, and moving picture censor- 

capacity or another many legislative 
sessions that there have been few in 
the recent history of the state so 
slightly featured by debate as that 
of 1921. "Orations" were few and 
far between ; partisanship was al- 
most entirely absent from the pro- 
ceedings; and even in the case of 
those subjects upon which there was 
a decided difference of opinion, the 
desire, especially in the lower 

Hon. Harry T. Lord, 
Chairman of Appropriations. 

ship. The number and excellence 
of the speeches made upon these 
subjects showed that the legislators 
could talk if they wished to, but 
that they lacked the inclination ex- 
cept on extraordinary occasions. 

One word they could say, liked 
to say and did say, very frequently, 
was '"'no!" and by this characteristic 
perhaps the General Court of 1921 
will live longest in history. 




Speaker Jones. 

Seventy-five different men have 
presided over the deliberations of 
the New Hampshire House of 

Representative since the organiza- 
tion of the State government under 
the Constitution of 1784, which, 
with various amendments, still 
remains in force. Of these seventy- 
five men, fifteen were called to 
service in the National House of 
Representatives; twelve represented 
New Hampshire in the U. S. Sen- 
ate, and one was chosen to the 
presidency of the Republic. Most 
of these were men of ability and 
high character, and none of them 
ever disgraced the position to which 
he was called by his associates; 
but it is no reflection upon any to 
say that some, more readily and 
efficiently than others, performed 
the often trying, and sometimes 
delicate duties of the office. It 
may safely be said, however, that 
no man who has filled the Speaker's 
chair during the last fifty years, 
which is as far back as runs the 
memory of men familiar with the 
work of legislation in the state, has 
surpassed the present speaker 4 , in 
his perfect grasp of every situation, 
the promptness and accuracy of his 
rulings, the readiness and^ rapidity 
with which he has despatched the 
business of the House, the general 
courtesy of his bearing, and the 
absolute impartiality which has 
characterized his action whenever 
question or controversy has arisen. 
Fred Axdros Jones was born 
in Stoneham, Mass., April 9, 188-1-, 
son of Andros B., and Lizzie J. 
(Young) Jones. His father, a 
veteran of the Civil War. who has 
since been prominent in public 
affairs in city and state, removed to 
Nashua, N. H., when Fred A. was 
a child, and in the public schools 
of that city, Dartmouth College 

(class of 1906) and at the Harvard 
Law School, he received his educa- 

Admitted to the bar in June, 
1909, he began the practice of law 
in Lebanon in August following. 

He attends the Congregational 
church, and there has never been 
any question as to the reliability 
of his Republicanism in politics. 
He was a Representative from 
Lebanon in 1913, serving on the 
Committees on Revision of the 
Statutes, Railroads, and Labor. He 
has been moderator of the Lebanon 
town meeting since 1914. and judge 
of the municipal court since 1915, 
and was a delegate in the recent 
Constitutional Convention. He 
has been active in party affairs, 
and a member of the executive 
committee of the Republican State 
Committee for the last seven years. 
He is a 32nd degree Mason, Knight 
Templar and Shriner, is affiliated 
with the Elks, Knights of Pythias, 
Patrons of Husbandry and Sons of 
Veterans, and a member of the 
Langdon and Sunset Clubs of Leb- 
anon and the Chi Phi Fraternity. 

On September 3, 1907, he mar- 
ried Mary Elizabeth Bennett. 
They have four children, Eleanor, 
Lucille, Robert and Donald. 

The chairman of a prominent 
House Committee, familiar with the 
work of the session, gives the fol- 
lowing estimate of the services of 
Mr. Jones as Speaker. 

"One must go back to a period beyond 
the experience of any member at present 
in the House to find a speaker whose 
effectiveness in office will compare with 
that of Speaker Jones. We expect certain 
personal powers in any man chosen to 
govern the unwieldy New Hampshire 
House of Representatives. We also ex- 
pect that against recognized virtues will 
be matched equally obvious defects. The 
surprising fact is that when we come to 
weigh the pros and cons in the case of the 
speaker of 1921 all the entries must be 



made in the column of virtues. How- 
stand;, the account! 

'"To begin with, there is the question of 
voice.. The Speaker's voice is clear. 
resonant, penetrating, yet agreeable; it 
reaches to the farthest limits of the 
gallery. His utterance is always distinct. 
with every syllable, intelligible, even when 
the pace is hurried. Through all the 
rapid-fire repetition of form and phrase, 
(first leading, second reading, third read- 
ing, reference, amendment, he never loses 
•his bearings or becomes entangled. He 
presides with dignity and composure, sure 
in his ruling--, unruffled by untoward in- 
cident, however sudden the jolt or con- 
fusing the unexpected problem. Disci- 
pline, in which many speakers fail, comes 
easily to him. The blow of his gavel 
registers not a piteous appeal for consid- 
eration but a peremptory order, and that 
order is obeyed. He is fair, granting to 
every man and every measure full justice 
and an equal chance. His statements are 
ever terse and explicit. He is not gar- 
rulous and he does not lecture. 

"Thfse be virtues, indeed, and a long 
list ! One more, however, must be added, 
and that too, from the point of view of 
service to the state, of the first impor- 
tance. Throughout the session Mr. Jones' 
aim seems to have teen to see that 
the business of the House is done, rather 
than to contrive that it be done in his 
way. He plays no favorites. He does 
not use the power of his office to in- 
fluence legislation. To be just and fair, 
to keen the house in order and hold it 
steadily to its work, to make the questions 
as they arise clear to every mind, to be 
the leader and director not of his party 
but of the whole house — these are ideals 
easily stated but difficult of attainment. 
Mr. Jones has made them a matter of 
daily practice." 

h William E. Price. 

William E. Price of Lisbon is a 
newcomer in legislative work who 
has made a record for efficiency in 
the present House, which is likely 

to insure his retttrn at the next 
election, lie is a native of Wood- 
stock 111., born May 9, 1S73; grad- 
uated from Brown University, 
Providence, R. I., A. B., in 1896 
and A. M., in 1897, and is a member 
Beta Theta Pi Fraternity. Iti 1899, 
in company with his brother-in- 
law. B. S. Webb, he removed to 
Lisbon. X. H., and established the 

William E. Price 

present N. E. Electrical Works, 
manufacturing- electric wires and 
cables, with salesrooms in New- 
York City. 

Mr. Price is a Congregationalist 
and a Republican, and has been ac- 
tive in the affairs of the Republican 
party, holding, for the last fifteen 
years, the position of president, or 
chairman of the executive commit- 
tee of the Lisbon Republican Club, 
being now its president. He has 
served the town six years as moder- 
ator, is at present a member of the 
school board and president of the 
supervisory district. He was a 
delegate in the recent Constitutional 
Convention, was fuel administrator 



during the late war, member of the 
State executive staff for United 
War Work, one oi the "Four Min- 
ute" men and local manager of 
various war relief drives. He is a 
32nd degree Mason and Shriner. 
He lias been active in public affairs 
as a citizen since locating- in Lisbon 
and a leader in all movements for 
promoting the welfare of the com- 
munity. Me is actively interested 
in athletics and amateur theatricals. 
Mr. Price is a member of the 
Judiciary Committee in the present 
House and is ranking member of 
the Ways and Means. He was the 
sponsor of the Chiropractors bill 
and made the leading' argument in 
its support. As a speaker he is 
forceful and effective. He married, 
in 1899. Rebekah Webb of Provi- 
dence. I\. I. They have two chil- 
dren, a son entering Dartmouth 
College this year, and a daughter 
now in the Lisbon High School. 

Elmer E. Woodbury 

Elmer Ellsworth Woodbury, 
Representative from Woodstock, 
has ser\ ed his town and the state 
in various capacities, having been 
many years a selectman, town clerk 
and member of the school board, a 
delegate in the Constitutional 
Convention of 1902, and again a 
delegate in the last convention ; a 
member of the House and Chair- 
man of the Eh etions Committee in 
1909, and a member of the State 
Senate in 1915 when he served as 
chairman of the Eorestry Commit- 
tee and a member of the Commit- 
tees on Agriculture, Elections and 
Finance. In the House, this year, 
Mr. Woodbury is chairman of the 
Committee on Mileage and has 
second place on the Forestry Com- 
mittee. He has given close atten- 
tion to his committee work and has 
evinced a strong interest in all 
legislative matters of public 'im- 

portance. He was the originator 
of the plan adopted by the Legisla- 
ture to procure a portrait of Abra- 
ham Lincoln to be hung in the hall 
of the House, and is chairman of 
the Committee to carry out the 

Mr. Woodbury is a native and 
life long resident of Woodstock, 
son of David and Mahitable 
(Russell) Woodbury, and educated 
in the public schools of Woodstock 
and F'ranconia. He is a Republican 
in politics and liberal in his religous 
views. He is a Knight of Pythias 
and a Patron of Husbandry, in 
which latter order he has been 
Master of his subordinate and 
Pomona granges, and a District 
Deputy of the State Grange. By 
occupation he is a farmer and 
builder, and is a district chief of 
the X. H. Forestry Department. 
He is a writer of note, under the 
pen name of "Justus Conrad," and 
was a leader in the movement for 
the development of the Lost River 
region. He married, September 4, 
1885, Florence E. Chase of Concord. 
They have one sen and a daughter. 

William A. Lee. 

William Andrew Lee, Repre- 
sentative from Ward 8, Concord, 
may be accounted one of the "old 
timers" in the House, as he is now 
serving his fifth consecutive term, 
having been a member in 1913, 
1915, 1917 and 1919, and returned 
with practical unanimity at the last 
election. In his first term he was 
a member of the Committee on 
State Hospital; in 1915 he was as- 
signed to the same committee and 
that on Ways and Means, in 1917 
the same as in 1915, and in 1919 to 
Revision of the Statutes and State 
Hospital. In the present legislature 
he serves on Revision of the 
Statutes and School for Feeble 



Mr. Lee is a veteran in the public 
service, outside the legislature^ 
having served in the Concord City 
government many years as council- 
man, alderman and assessor. He 
was also a delegate from Ward S. 
in the last Constitutional Conven- 
tion, and took an active part in the 
proceeding's of that body, as he. 
always has in the work of the 
legislature, both in Committee and 
on the floor. 

crat. he has continued actively in 
the faith, and is at the present time 
a member of the Democratic State 
Committee. In religion he is a 
Roman Catholic. He is interested 
in all matters of public concern, 
and is a member of the Concord 
Chamber of Commerce. He mar- 
ried. October 10, 1SS3, Johanna 
Kelley of Xorthfield. Vt. They 
have one son, John J. Lee, born 
November 4, 1893, late deputy 

William A. Lee 

He was born in Concord, April 
10, 1861, the son of John J. and 
Kate (Coughlin) Lee; was edu- 
cated in the public schools and 
learned the plumber's trade in 
early life, which business he has 
since followed, having been for 
many years past extensively en- 
gaged as a plumbing and heating 
contractor. Born and bred a Demo- 

collector of U. S. Internal Revenue, 
and now in business in Concord. 

Dr. Henry H. Amsdex. 

Among the new members of the 
House from Concord in the 
Legislature this year, taking promi- 
nent position, is Dr. Henry H. 
Anisden of Ward 4, who holds the 



responsible position of chairman of 
the State Hospital Committee and 
is also a member of the Committee 
on Public Health, in the important 
work of both of which Committees 
he lias taken an active part. 

Dr. Amsden is the son o r Hon. 
Charles H. Amsden, now of the 
Boston Custom House, and once 
prominent in Democratic politics in 
this state, having been the party 
nominee for Governor in 1888 and 
1890. He was born in Ward 1, 
Concord, July 15, 1S72, and was 
educated in the Concord High 


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School and the Boston University 
School of Medicine, graduating 
from the latter in 1896, and immedi- 
ately commencing the practice of 
medicine in Attleboro, Mass., where 
he continued until 1905, since when 
he has been in active practice in 
Concord, with the exception of 
about a year with the American 
Expeditionary Forces in France, 
where he served in the Medical 
Corps, with the rank of Captain. 
He is a Republican in politics and 

a- Congregational ist in religion; a 
member of the Masonic fraternity, 

of the American Medical Associa- 
tion, X. H. Medical Society, 
American College of Surgeons, 
Medical Veterans of the World 
War, and the Association of Mili- 
tary Surgeons of the United States. 
On June 29. 1898, Dr. Amsden 
was united in marriage with Grace 
F.. daughter of Charles T. Page of 
Concord. They have two sons, 
John Page, born May 20. 1899, a 
graduate of Dartmouth, Class of 
1920, and now an instructor in 
Chemistry in that institution, and 
Edward ]).. born January 16, 1908, 
now a student in the Concord High 

James H. Hunt. 

James H. Hunt, Republican, Rep- 
resentative from Ward One, 
Nashua, returns to the House this 
year, having served in the same 
two years ago as a member of the 
Committee on Appropriations, of 
which he is also a member this 
year, as well as Chairman of the 
Committee on Soldiers' Home. 

Mr. Hunt is a native of the town 
of Stoddard, son of Timothy Hunt 
Jr., and Tryphena (Fisher) Hunt, 
bom November 25, 1841. He was 
educated in the public schools of his 
native town, and resided there 
until 1872, except for an absence of 
three years, from August 1862 to 
July 8. 1865, as a member of the 
14th X. H. Vols., in the Union 
Army during the Civil War, and a 
year immediately following the war, 
spent in California. He entered 
the service with the rank of corporal 
and was discharged as a lieutenant. 

Returning to Stoddard he engag- 
ed in the stove and tinware busi-- 
ness, " and served as postmaster 
there three years. Removing to 
Nashua in 1872, he continued in the 
stove and tinware business until 



September 1, 1879. when he was 
appointed Assistant City Marshal 
oi Nashua, and served as such two 
years and four months, and as City 
Marshal five years. He engaged 
in the liverv ana boarding stable 


James H. Hunt 

business in 1887, and continued in 
the business thirteen years. He 
has served as Coroner, Deputy 
Sheriff, and County Commissioner 
for Hillsborough County, for sev- 
eral years, retiring from the latter 
office in 1919. At present is engag- 
ed in no active business, but is a 
Notary Public, a director of the 
Nashua Trust Company, and of the 
Nashua Building and Loan As- 

Fraternally he is a member of 
all Masonic bodies, of the Loyal 
Legion, and the Grand Army of 
the Republic. November 21, 1867, 
he was united in marriage with 
Miss Rosalthe Upton of Stoddard. 
They observed their golden wed- 
ding in 1917. 

Walter M. Flint. 

The Chairman of the House 
Committee on Revision of the 

Statutes, who is also a member of 
the Judiciary, is Walter M. Flint 
of Plymouth, one of the few lawyers 
chosen to the legislature this year, 
who also comes for his first term, 
hut has made- a record for efficient 
service and is likely to be heard 
frum in the future. Mr. Flint was 
born in Boston, June 15, 1877. son 
of Moses L. and Mary A. (Rich- 
ards) Flint. He is a descendant in 
the ninth generation from Thomas 
and Ann Flint who came to Ameri- 
ca from Wales about 16-10. His 
great grandfather settled in Lyme, 
N. II., in 1793. and the old home- 
stead, en which his father and 
grandfather were born, is now 
occupied as a summer home. 

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Walter M. Flint 

Mr. Flint was educated in the 
Boston schools, studied law in a 
Boston office, was admitted to the 
Massachusetts bar in 1903, and 



practiced in Boston till 1911, in the 
meantime having been admitted to 
the bar of the U; S. Circuit Court. 
} E removed to Lyme in the sum- 
mer of 1911, and was admitted to 
the N. H. Bar in December of that 
year. He remained in Lyme until 
January. 191?, when he removed 
"to Plymouth, where he has since 
been located in practice. While in 
Lyme he served one year as a 
selectman and also as a member of 
the school board. In Plymouth he 
.served as justice of the Municipal 
Court from 1915 to 1918; has been 
a member of the school board from 
1916 to date, and is moderator of 
the village precinct. He is a 
Baptist in religion, a Republican in 
politics, and a Mason of lodge, 
chapter, council and Eastern Star 

October 5, 1904, Mr. Flint was 
married to Elizabeth Hilton Mars- 
ton of Boston, a native of Sand- 
wich, N. H. They have two chil- 
dren, Dorothy Grace, born Febru- 
ary 3, 1906, and Elizabeth Jose- 
phine, born December 30, 1912. 

Harry M. Morse. 

Littleton sent two Republicans 
to the present legislature, along 
with one Democrat, this being the 
first time since 1909 that any Re - 
publican has been elected a repre- 
sentative in that town. One of 
these, Harry M. Morse, who has 
been for many years in the practice 
of law there, was named by Speaker 
Jones as chairman of the important 
Committeee on Judiciary, before 
which the bulk of the important 
business of the session always 

Mr. Morse was born in the town 
of Haverhill, March 22, 1858, son 
of John F. and Susan W. (Johnson) 
Morse. He was educated in the 
public schools of Lisbon, where he- 
had removed with his parents in 

early life, and at the New Hampton 
Literary Institution. Lie studied 
law in the office of John L. Foster 
and Hon. Edward D. Rand of 
Lisbon, was admitted to the Graf- 
ton County bar in August, 1SS0, 
and commenced practice as a part- 
ner with Judge Rand, continuing 
till the death of the latter in 1SS6, 
after which he was alone in prac- 
tice. On December 31, 1889, he was 
united in marriage with Miss Helen 
E. Oakes of Littleton. Following 
his marriage he spent three years 
in California, where he was admit- 

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ted to practice. Returning to New 
Hampshire he soon after removed 
to Littleton, where he has since 
resided, engaged in the practice of 
his profession, and taking a promi- 
nent part in public affairs. While 
in Lisbon he served as superin- 
tendent of schools, and in Littleton 
he has been a trustee of the public 
library, and justice of the municipal 
court. He was also a delegate 
from that town in the recent Con- 
stitutional Convention. In religion 



he is classed as a Liberal, while ink 
politics lie has always been aw 
Republican and active in party" 
affairs. By virtue of his position 
as Chairman of the Judiciary Com- 
mittee, and nominal leader of his 
party in the present House he is 
also a member of the Committee 
on Rules. 

Don S. Bridgman. 

Among the new members of the 
House this year, but by no means 
new to public affairs, is Don Seavey 




D. S. Bbidgman 

Bridgman of Hanover, who was 
born in that town April 4, 1856, son 
of John I., and Hortensia A. 
(Wood) Bridgman. He was edu- 
cated in the public Schools and at 
Norwich, Yt., Academy, and was 
engaged for many years in farming 
in Hanover, with dairying as a 
specialty. He kept over seventy 
cows, and operated a creamery, 
producing butter for the Boston 
Market, with poultry and swine as 
prominent side lines. Of late he 

jShas devoted his time to the care 
r|of his extensive real estate inter- 
ests in Hanover Village. 

Mr. Bridgman is a Baptist in 
religious affiliation and a Republi- 
can in politics. He has served 
nine years as a member of the 
school board, and twenty-one years 
as a selectman, and has just been 
re-elected for three years as chair- 
man of the board, which position 
he has held for several years past. 
He has also been superintendent of 
the Hanover Water Works since 
1916. He is a 32nd degree Mason, 
an Odd Fellow, and a Patron of 
Husbandry, in which latter order 
he has been prominent, serving two 
terms as General Deputv of the 
State Grange, from 1906' to 1910. 
In the House this year he has been 
an active member of the important 
Committee on Appropriations. 

On October 30, 1882, he was 
united in marriage with Jennie 
May Burton. 

- Stanley II . Abbot. 

Stanley H. Abbot, who was a 
representative from Wilton in 1917, 
serving upon the Committee on 
Agriculture, comes back to the 
House from that town this year, 
where he is assigned to the 
Forestry and Agricultural College 
Committees. He was born in Wil- 
ton, October 20, 1863, son of Harris 
and Caroline Ann (Greeley) Abbot, 
and was educated in the public 
schools and at Gushing Academy, 
Ashburnham, Mass. He is a farm- 
er and land surveyor by occupation 
and resides on the farm where his 
grandfather and great uncle de- 
veloped the potato starch manufac- 
turing process more than a century 
ago. He is strongly interested in 
forestry as well as in music, and 
has been a member and director of 
the Congregational church choir 
for a third of a century. Politically. 



he is a Republican, lie has served 
nine years on the town school 
board, and was a member of the 
X. II. Vocational Education Com- 
mission, 1917-19. He is a Patron of 

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S. H. Abbot 

Husbandry and an active member 
of the X. E. Milk Producers Union, 
of which he was president from 
1904 to 1910. 

Mr. Abbot married. November, 
15, 1894, Mary Kimball of Lowell. 
Mass. They have seven children : 
Leonard Harris, bom September 
19. 1895, educated at Clark College 
and Worcester Polytechnic Insti- 
tute, and connected with the Smith- 
sonian Institution, Washing-ton, D. 
C. ; Marion Kimball, born March 5, 
1898, graduate of Keenc Xormal 
School; Howard Stanley, born 
January 7, 1900, graduate of Xew 
Hampshire College ; Sidney Gree- 
ley, born August 19, 1903 ;" Charles 
Mack, born March 15, 1905; Helen, 
born July 10, 1906. 

Henry Kimball of Stratford, born 
in Columbia, November 18, 1S53, 
son of Edward W. and M. Jannette 
(Luey) Kimball. He was educated 
in the Stratford public schools, 
engaged in agriculture in early life 
but has since been extensively en- 
gaged in lumbering operations. 

Mr. Kimball is a Methodist in 
religion, and in politics an active 
and life long Democrat. He has 
served .several years as a member 
of the school board, for twenty-four 
years as a selectman, and has 
represented his town in the legis- 
lature at three sessions previous to 
the present. In 1901 he was a 
member of the State Hospital 
Committee ; in 1909 on the Ways 
and Means Committee, and in 1917 
on the Committees on Banks and 
Education. This year he is assign- 
ed to Education and Retrenchment 

William H. Kimball. 

Among the veteran members of 
the House this year is William 

Gf.x. William H. Kimball 

and Reform. He was the Demo- 
cratic nominee for Senator in 
District Xo. 1, in 1910, and for 
Councilor in the Fifth District in 
1918, and has been a member 



of the Democratic State Com- 
mittee since 1910. He was com- 
missary general of the State under 
Governor Samuel D. Felker, 1913— 
15. He is a member of the Knights 
of Pythias and a director of "the 
Coos Count}- National Bank of 

December 31, 1885, he married 
Emma J. Bass of Stratford. A son, 
George Maiden, born March 27, 
1891 (Shaw's Business College, 
Portland, Me.. 1908) is now in the 
automobile business in Stratford, 
and a daughter. Lina 
born September 1, 1897, 
student of the Concord 

is now a 

Stephen A. Frost. 

Stephen A. Frost, representative 
from Fremont, has been a "live 
wire" in the business and political 
life of Rockingham County for 
many years past. He is a native of 
Halifax, N. S., born January 15, 
1862, but removed to Massachusetts 
in ch ildhood, where he attended 
the public schools of South'- Natick 
and Shirley Village. He was em- 
ployed in youth in a leather board 
factor)- at Shirley and later entered 
the establishment of Jonas Spauld- 
ing at Townsend Harbor, where 
he remained until his removal to 
Fremont where Mr. Spaulding had 
established a large cooperage 
plant in which he was engaged, and 
where he has continued except for 
about six years at Gloucester, 
Mass., where he was in charge of 
a similar establishment. In 1893 
the Fremont plant was reorganized 
and incorporated as the Spaulding 
and Frost Co., with Mr. Frost-as 
clerk, treasurer and manager, in 
which capacity he continues. 

Mr. Frost has been active in 
politics as a Republican ; is a 
prominent member of the Rocking- 
ham County Republican Club, was 
a delegate from Fremont in the 

recent Constitutional Convention, 
serving on the Committee on 
Executive Department, and has 
served as town auditor, library 
trustee, trustee of town trust funds 
and member of the .school board, 
lie is a Universalist in religion, an 
Odd Fellow, Patron of Husbandry 
and 32nd degree Mason. He is 

Stephen A. Frost 

assigned in the present House to 
the Committees on the Judiciary 
and Manufactures — an unusual 
distinction for a new member, but 
entirely merited. 

Mr. Frost married June 13, 1885, 
Catherine G. Fertig of Cleveland,' 
Ohio. They have had four 
daughters, two of whom, Lillian 
E. and Lizzie J., survive. 

William N. Rogers. 

The readiest and most forceful 
speaker in the House, this year, is 
William X. Rogers, representative 
from Wakefield, the ranking 
Democrat on the Judiciary Com- 




mittee, and his party'?, montmee 
for Speaker. Mr. Rogers is a 
native of Wakefield, born January 
10, 1892, son of Herbert E. and 
Lilian A. (Sanborn) Rogers, and a 
grandson of the late Hon. John W. 
Sanborn, noted in public life and 
railway affairs. He was educated 
in the Wakefield schools, at 
Brewster Free Academy, Wolfe- 
boro, Dartmouth College and the 
Maine University Law School, 
graduating in 1916, in which year 

Association. He is serving his 
third successive term as represen- 
tative from Wakefield and as a 
member of the Judiciary Commit- 
tee, and is also a member of the 
Committee on Rules. In 1918 he 
was the Democratic candidate for 
Representative in Congress, but 
declined to run in 1920. No mem- 
ber of the Honse has ever attended 
more faithfully to his duty, taken 
a stronger interest in all measures 
of public concern, or been heard 
more effectively in support of such 
as he deemed conducive to the 
public welfare, than lias Mr. 

On August 31, 1912, he was 
united in marriage with Winnie E. 
Stevens of Farmington. They 
have two daughters, Pauline E. 
and Una C, eight and six years of 
age, respectively. 


YV. X. Rogers 

he was admitted to the bar and 
commenced practice in Sanborn- 
ville. The next year he came to 
Concord and formed a connection 
with the prominent law firm of 
Streeter, Deinund, Woodworth and 
Sulloway, with which he has 
remained, though retaining his 
legal residence in Wakefield. 

Mr. Rogers is an Episcopalian, 
a Knight Templar, Mason, Knight 
of Pythias, a member of the Phi 
Kappa Psi at Dartmouth, Phi 
Alpha Delta of the University of 
Maine, and of the N. H. Bar 

Sumxer N. Ball. 

The leading member of the 
House from Sullivan County, as 
shown by his election as chairman 
of the County delegation, is 
Sumner N. Ball, representative 
from Washington, who was born in 
that town June 3, 1854, son of 
Dexter and Hannah (Jefts) Ball. 
He was educated in the public 
schools and at Tubbs Union 
Academy, and for' some years in 
early life was engaged in the 
publication of the Antrim Reporter, 
of which paper he was the founder. 
Since returning to his native town, 
where he has been extensively 
engaged in agriculture and hotel 
keeping, he has been active in 
public affairs as a Republican and 
a wide awake citizen. He has 

been moderator, member of the 
school board many years, for 22 
years member of the board of 
selectmen, and re-elected ; was a 
member of the House in 1903, 
serving on the Committee on 



Agriculture, and of the recent 
Constitutional Convention. He 
also served for six years as a mem- 
ber of the hoard e>f County Coin- 

Sumner N. Ball 

mis.sioners for Sullivan County. 
Mr. Ball is a Baptist in religion and 
a prominent member of the order 
of Patrons of Husbandry, having 
served many years as Master of 
Lovell Grange of Washington, 
and as Master of Sullivan County 
Pomona Grange. In the present 
House he serves as a member of 
the Committee on Public Im- 
provements. He has been men- 
tioned as a possible candidate for 
State Senator from the Eighth Dis- 
trict in 1922. 

Mr. Ball was united in marriage 
November 26, 1884, with Miss 
Carrie B. Brooks. They have three 
children; John S.. born August 30, 
1886; Nina M., born February 
27, 1889, and Phillip B.,' October 
11, 1900. 

Ervin \V. Hodsdon, M. D. 

Dr. Ervin Wilbur Hodsdon, 
Representative from Ossipee, now 
serving his fourth successive term 
in that capacity., is a native of that 
town, born April 8, 1863, son of 
the late Edward P. and Emma B. 
(Demeritt) Hodson. He was 
educated at the Dover High 
School, to which city his parents 
had removed, and of which his 
father was at one time Mayor, at 
Phillips Exeter Academy and 
Washington University, St. Louis, 
Mo., from which he graduated in 
Medicine in 1884. He was an 
interne in the St. Louis Hospital 
two years, and was in practice for 
a time in Dover and Center Sand- 
wich before locating in Ossipee 
where he has been for the last 

Dr. E. W. Hodsdon" 
quarter of a century, and where he 
has gained a wide practice. 

Dr. Hodsdon is a Methodist in 
religion and a Republican in poli- 
tics, and has been in office in 



various capacities most of the time 
since he has lived in Ossipee, 
having- served continuously on the 
hoard of health, at times as town 
clerk and selectman, and for 
twelve years as a member of the 
school board. Me has also served 
seventeen years as postmaster arid 
many years as medical referee for 
Carroll County, and as physician 
for the Carroll County Farm. In 
each of the last three legislatures he 

a member of the N. H. Medical 
and the American Medical As- 
sociations, lie married. February 
25. 1917. Mary L. Price. 

Bartholomew F." McHugii. 

Bartholomew F. McIIugh of 
Gorham has come to be one of the 
best known and most familiar 
figures in the New Hampshire 


B. E. McHuch 

was chairman of the Committee on 
State Hospital. This year he is 
chairman of the Public Health 
Committee and a member of the 
Committees on State Hospital and 

In fraternal life Dr. Hodsdon is 
a member of the Improved Order 
of Red Men (P. S. S.),' is a past 
Master in the Masons, Grange and 
A. O. U. W. and a past chancellor 
of the Knights of Pythias. He is 

House of Representatives, to which 
he comes this year for the third 
successive session. Born in that 
town, educated in its public schools, 
and devoted to its interests, he is 
indeed a worthy representative of 
its people, and that he is so regard- 
ed, is demonstrated by his repeated 
elections, the last time by practical- 
ly unanimous vote, his name being 
on both tickets, straight out Demo- 
crat though he has always been. 



His occupation is that of a com- 
mercial traveler, which seems to be 
his natural sphere in life, which 
occupation he and others of like 
adaptability have raised to the rank 
of a profession. For some ten years 
past he has been/ in the employ 
of Martin L. Hall and Co., the 
oldest and most famous Coffee 
House in America, established in 
1831, covering the most important 
towns in Maine and New J lamp- 
shire. Few if any men in his line 
have traveled as many miles, done 
as much business, or made as many 
friends for themselves and their 
employers, as has McHugh of Gor- 
kam, who is still "on the job" and 
good for many years to come. 

Mr. McHugh served in 1917 on 
the Fisheries and Came Commit- 
tee, in 1919 on the Committee on 
Railroads, and this year is promot- 
ed to the important Committee on 
Appropriations, to whose work he 
has given close attention, but has 
interested himself in general legis- 
lation, and particularly in that per- 
taining to education. He was a 
strong friend of the educational 
bill and supported it in a short but 
pointed and effective speech. He 
is a director of the Gorham Build- 
ing and Loan Association, a mem- 
ber of the N. E. Fat Men's Club, 
and was ' appointed- by Governor 
Bartlett a member of the Board of 
State Prison trustees, which posi- 
tion he still holds. 

Ge>\ John H. Brown. 

Few members of the present 
legislature have been as prominent- 
ly before the public during the last 
forty years, as Gen. John H. Brown, 
representative from Ward 6, Con- 
cord, and Chairman of the Com- 
mittee on Banks as well as member 
of the Judiciary and State House 
and State House Yard Committees. 

Gen. Brown is a native of Bridg- 

water, born May 20, 1850, son of 
James and Judith B. (Harran) 
Brown. He was educated in the 
public .schools and at the New- 
Hampton Literary Institution. In 
early life he served as a railway 
mail clerk, and in later years as 
freight and claim agent for the 
Concord and Montreal Railroad. 
He resided for many years in Bris- 
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the lumber business, and served as 
selectman, postmaster, deputy 
sheriff, and representative in the 
legislature in 1891. Removing to 
Concord,, he was postmaster of the 
city from 1905 to 1917; was elected 
to the Executive Council at a 
special election in 1918, to fill the 
vacancy caused by the death of Col. 
Edward H. Carroll, and for the 
regular two years term in Novem- 
ber of that year. He was also a 
delegate, from Ward 6, in the recent 
Constitutional Convention. 

An active and earnest Republican, 
Gen. Brown was a delegate from 
New Hampshire in the Republican 



National Convention of 1896. going 
a.s an original McKinley man. and 
was one of the Slate's presidential 
eleetors in 1900. His military title 

comes from service as Commissary 
General on the staff of Gov. Charles 
A. Busied in 1895-6. In .Masonry, 
Gen. Brown is a member of Lodge, 
Chapter, Council, Commandry, and 
Shrine and of the X. H. Consistory 
(32nd degree). He is a member of 
the N. H. Historical Society and 
the WonolancU Club of Concord. 
He married. June 10, 1872, Marietta 
Sanborn Lougee of Laconia. A 
successful business man and saga- 
cious politician, Gen. Brown is 
likely to be a power in public 
affairs for some vears to come. 

Joseph B. Murdock. 

Joseph B. Murdock, Renr Ad- 
miral, U. S. N. (retired). Repre- 
sentative from the town of Hill, 
was born in Hartford, Conn., 
Februarv 13, 1851, son of Rev. 
lohn ;\. and Martha (Ballard) 
Murdoch-, v%as educated in the 
public schools of Boston and Cam- 
bridge, Mass., and at the U. S. 
Naval Academy, Annapolis. Md., 
from which he graduated in 1870. 
He was in active sen dee as an 
officer in the U. S. Navy for 43 
years, until retired by operation of 
law, at the age of 62, February 13, 
1913. Dining this time he spent 
some years in Coast Survey duty 
and as instructor at the Academy, 
but most of the time in active sea 
service. He was promoted Com- 
mander in 1901, Captain in 1906, 
and Rear Admiral in 1909. He was 
executive officer of the U. S. S. 
Panther during the Spanish Ameri- 
can War, Commander of the Rhode 
Island in the cruise of the fleet 
around the world in 1907-9, and 
Commandant of the New York 
Navy Yard, 1909-10, Commander 

of the 2nd division of the Atlantic 
fleet, 1910-11, and Commander-in- 
chief of the Pacific fleet. 1911-12. 
For a year, during the late war. 
he returned to duty as president of 
the general court martial at Ports- 
month, from May 2, 1918 to May 1, 

Admiral Murdock is a member 


Joseph B. Murdock. 
Rear Admiral U. S. N. (Retired). 

of the American Philosophical So- 
ciety, the Franklin Institute, 
Union Club of Boston, Army 
and Navy Club of Washing- 
ton, the Sons of the Revolution and 
the Society of the Colonial Wars, 
and is the author of various papers 
and monographs on naval and 
scientific subjects. He has had a 
summer home in the town of Hill, 
and been a legal resident there 
since 1884, and has resided there 
permanently since his retirement in 
1913. He is a Republican in poli- 
tics, and is now serving in his first 
political office. He is Chairman of 
the House Committee on National 



Affairs, and a member of the Ap- 
propriations and Forestry Com- 
mittees, making him, necessarily, a 
decidedly active member, while* his 
interest extends to all questions of 
public importance. 

He married. June 26. 1879, Anne 
Dillingham of Philadelphia. Pa. 

Mary L. R. Farnum, M. D. 

Whether or not the adoption of 
the nineteenth amendment to the 
Federal Constitution, placing 
woman upon a political equality 
with man, gives the women of 
New Hampj-hire the right to hold 
office is practically sealed, so far 
as the State Legislature is con- 
cerned, in that two women. Dr. 
.Mary L. R. Far num. Democrat, 


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Dr. Mary L. R. Farxcm 

from the Republican town of Bos- 
cawen, and Jessie Doe, Republican, 
-from the Democratic town of 
Rollinsford, have served in the 

House during the. session of 1921, 
without question, and that to their 
own credit and that of their con- 

Mary Louise Rolfe Farnum 
daughcr of Charles M. and Maria 
L. (Morrison) Rolfe, was born 
in Bo.scawen (Fisherville). Febru- 
ary 10, 1870. She was educated in 
the village schools and the Concord 
High School, graduating from the 
latter in 1SS8, and taught for three 
years, subsequently, in the schools 
of Boscawen and Penacook. On 
the 15th of September, 1892, she 
was united in marriage with 
Samuel H. Farnum of Penacook, 
who died on the 13th of June fol- 
lowing. Subsequently she took up 
the study of medicine, and gradu- 
ated from the Boston University of 
Medicine in 1900. After .six months 
dispensary work in Boston and six 
months in a Woman's Hospital in 
Brooklyn, she settled in practice in 
Hartford, Conn. Some time after, 
frr family reasons, she relinquish- 
ed her practice in Hartford, and 
came back to Penacook where she 
was in practice for some years; but 
finally relinquished professional 
work to care for her father at home. 
Mrs. Farnum has served four 
years on the school board ; is a 
member of the Penacook and Con- 
cord Woman's Clubs, of the Friend- 
ly and College Clubs of Concord, 
of the Rebekahs and the Eastern 
Star, was Chairman of the local 
branch of the Red Cross during 
the war, and is at the present time. 
She is a Congregationalist and a 
member of the Congregational 
Club. She is a member and clerk 
of both the Public Health and 
Normal School Committees of the 
House, and has taken a lively 
interest in all the work of the ses- 
sion. She addressed the House in 
support of the Factory Inspection 
bill and in opposition to the Man- 
chester Normal School bill. 



Earl F. Newton. 

Earl Frank Newton, Representa- 
tive from Ward 5, Concord, was 
born in Fairfield, Vt., August 8, 
1879, son of Frank and Estella J. 
(Craft) Newton. He received his 
education in the Nashua schools, to 
which city his parents removed 
when he was eight years of age, 
and under 'private instruction by 
L' Abbe Marchand of Laval Uni- 
versity, Quebec. He served on the 
staff of L' Impartial, French tri- 
weekly paper in Nashua in 1899- 
1900. and was teacher of French in 
the Milford High School in 1901. 


and was chosen to the legislature 
at the last election, succeeding 
Benjamin W. Couch. He is a 
member of the Committees on 
Labor and Manufactures. He was 
an active promoter of the Credit 
Union bill, wlh'ch provides for 
small group banking institutions; 
and introduced and supported the 
bill, now a law, providing for the 
naming of all highways in the state. 
As a member ok the Committee on 
Labor he favored the 4S-hour bill 
for women and children and sup- 
ported the same on the floor of the 

Mr. Newton is a Mason, a mem- 
ber of Eureka Lodge of Concord, 
and the Eastern Star, and also of 
the Concord Oratorio Society, being 
strongly interested in music. On 
June 17, 1909, he married Ethel S. 
Mitchell, M. D., (Tufts, 1903). 
The}' have two children, Nyleen 
Eleanor, born February 12, 1912, 
and Janice Edith, February 12, 1914. 


Earl F. Newton 

In the fall of H>01 he entered the 
employ of the N. E. Telephone and 
Telegraph Company, and has con- 
tinued to the present time. He 
removed to Concord in 1905 where 
he has since resided and has been 
in charge of the toll lines of the 
state and the city plant since that 

He is a member of the Metho- 
dist Episcopal church and politi- 
cally a Republican. He served as 
Clerk of Ward Five three years, 

Samuel B. Shackford. 

S- muel Burnham Shackford of 
Ward Three. Dover, comes back to 
the House, this year, for his second 
term, having served in 1919 on the 
Judiciary and Incorporations Com- 
mittees. This year his committee 
service ha.s been confined to the 
former, of which he has been one 
of the most active members, him- 
self and Rogers of Wakefield being 
the only men who had previously 
seen service on this most important 
of the House Committees, and be- 
fore which an unusual amount of 
business has come during the ses- 

Mr. Shackford was born in Con- 
way, N. II., November 11, 1871, the 
son of Charles B. and Caroline 
(Cartland) Shackford, his father, a 
graduate of Bowdoin College, hav- 
ing been a practicing lawyer in 
Dover for some years, assistant 



clerk of the House in 1864-5 and 
clerk in 1866-7. He was educated 
in the Dover schools, at Phillips 
Andovcr Academy, and Harvard 
College, graduating from the latter, 
A. B. in 1894, having specialized in 

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Samuel B. Shackford 

economics and political science, 
and from the Harvard Law School, 
L. L. B in 1898, in which year he- 
was admitted to the Massachusetts 
bar, and commenced practice in 
Boston the following- year, continu- 
ing till 1914 when he returned to 
Dover, where he has since been en- 
gaged, devoting his attention large- 
ly to probate practice and convey- 

Mr. Shackford is a member of the 
Northam Colonists, the N, E. His- 
toric Genealogical Society, and the 
New Hampshire Bar Association, 
being a member of its Legislative 

Fourth District in the Senate in 
1919, serving as Chairman of the 
Committee on Forestry, and as a 
member of the Committees on 
Agriculture. Finance, School for 
Feeble Minded and Public Health, 
comes back this year in the place 
so long occupied by the late James 
E. French as representative from 
that town, ,in which capacity he 
holds the position of Chairman of 
the Committee on County Affairs. 
Clerk of the Insurance Committee, 
and member of Fish and Game. 
He is also Chairman of the Carroll 
County delegation, so that his legis- 
lative 'activities are decidedly num- 

Mr. Blanchard was born in 
Sandwich, Ocober 16. 1863, and 

Hon. George A. Blanchard. 

Hon. George A. Blanchard of 
Moultonboru. who represented the 


George A. Blaxchard 

educated in the public schools and 
Beede's Academy. He is a farmer, 
grain dealer and insurance agent by 
occupation, a Methodist and a 
Republican, and has holden about 
all the offices the town can confer 
and has served five terms as a 
member of the board of Commis- 



sioners for the County of Carroll. 

He has been for many years a 
member of the town school board, 
and lias just been re-elected to the 
board of selectmen for a three year 
term, as chairman, insuring a con- 
tinuous service of 18 years on the 
board. In fraternal life he is a 
Bed Man. a Knight of Pythias, and 
a Patron of Husbandry. 

On March 19, 1891, Mr. Blan- 
chard was united in marriage with 
Miss Adele lb Jaclard. They have 
two children: Victorine J. (Mrs. D. 
E. Ambrose) born February 24, 
1803. and Paul F., born [anuarv 13, 

Albertas T. Dudley. 

Alhertas True Dudley, educator 
and author, a representative from 
the town of Exeter, -was born in 
Paris, X. Y., January 19, 1866. son 
of Rev. Horace P. and Josephine 
(Lamson) Dudley. He graduated, 
A. B. at Harvard College in 18S7, 
and continued study in Germany, 
was a teacher at Phillips Exeter 
Academy from 1887 to 1895, and at 
Noble and Grcenough's School in 
Boston from 1896 to 1917, during 
which latter period of service he 
was also the author of numerous 
published volumes, including "Fol- 
lowing the Ball," "Making the 
Nine," "In the Line," "With Mask 
and Mitt," "The Great Year," "The 
Yale Cup," "A Pull Back Afloat," 
"The School Pour," "At the Home 
Plate," "The Pecks in Camp," 
"The Half Miler," etc. 

Mr. Dudley is a Republican, a 
member and chairman of the Exeter 
School Board, and a member and 
Secretary of the X. H. Library 
Commission since 1917. He serv- 
ed in the House in 1919 as a mem- 
ber of the Committees on Educa- 
tion, Engrossed Bills and State 
Library. This year he is chairman 
of the Committee on Education and 

also on Engrossed Bills. In the 
former capacity he has had no 
easy task, the work of the com- 
mittee having been arduous and 
protracted, and, through his tact 
and ability, most successfully car- 
ried out. 

July 2. 1890, Mr. Dudley married 
Miss Prancis Perry of Exeter. 
They have two children. 

William W. Thayer. 

Among the most prominent of 
the younger members of the House, 
now serving his first term, is 
William Wentworth Thayer of 
Ward 5, Concord, who holds posi- 
tion on the important Committees 
on Banks and the Judiciary, and 
has been active in the work of both. 
During the early part of the ses- 

William W. Thayer 

sion, in the absence of chairman 
Morse on account of illness, he was 
acting chairman of the Judiciary 
Committee. Pie introduced many 
important measures, closely follow- 
ed the course of legislation and 
aided materially in directing the 



Mr. Thayer is' the son of the late 
Gen. William F. and Sarah C. 
(Wentworth) Thayer, born in 
Concord. April 15, 1884. He was 

educated in the Concord schools, 
Harvard University (B. A., 1905, 
L. L. B;, 1^10) ; Oxford University, 
England, (B. A., 1908, M. A., 1913"), 
being the second Rhodes scholar 
from New Hampshire. He was ad- 
mitted to the New Hampshire bar 
in 1910. and commenced the prac- 
tice of law in the office of Streeter, 
Demond and Woodworth that year, 
continuing" till 1913, when he opened 
an office for himself, wherein he 
has since continued, except for a 
period during the World war, when 
he served as a representative of the 
U. S. War Trade Board in London 
and Paris, and also an an attache of 
fche Peace Conference on blockade 
matters. In November, 1916, he 
was elected Solicitor of Merrimack 
County, and was appointed by the 
Court to hll the vacancy in that 
office occasioned by the resignation 
of Robert C. Murchie, from Janu- 
ary 17, 1917, till the beginning of 
his own term in April. He served 
as Secretary of the Concord Board 
of Trade two years, from Septem- 
ber, 1915. He is a director and 
vice-president of the First National 
Bank of Concord, and a trustee and 
treasurer of the Union Trust Com- 
pany. He is a Republican in poli- 
tics, a Congregationalist, a Knight 
of Pythias and a Patron of Hus- 

Mr. Thayer's mother was, before 
her marriage to Gen. William F. 
Thayer, Miss Sarah Clarke Went- 
worth, daughter of Joseph Went- 
worth, a member of the New 
Hampshire Legislature in 1844, 
1845. 1S74 and 1S76. His fat] 
Paul Wentworth, was a member 
1831, 1832, 1833. 1834. 1839, L ' 
and 1841. Paul Wei 
father, John Wentworth. Jr., was a 
member of the Continental Con- 
gress and a signer of the Arti< 

Confederation. John Wentworth 
Sr. was Speaker of the Legislature 
1771-1775. Lfis father, Benjamin 
Wentworth. was a member in 1724, 
and Benjamin's father, Ezekiel 
Wentworth. was a member in 1711- 
1712. His father, Elder William 
Wentworth, who was the first 
Wentworth to come to this coun- 
try, signed a Combination for 
Government at Exeter, N. H., 
July 4, 1639. 

Two brothers of Mr. Thayer's 
mother were legislators. Paul 
Wentworth in New Hampshire 
and Moses Wentworth in Illinois. 
One of his great uncles, Samuel H. 
Wentworth, was a member of the 
Massachusetts Legislature, and an- 
other, "Long John" Wentworth, 
was a member of the Illinois Legis- 
lature as well as Congressman 
from that State and Mayor of 

Chi the paternal side of his ances- 
try, Mr. Thayer's grandfather, 
Calvin Thayer, was a member of 
the New Hampshire Legislature 
from Kingston. 

William J. Kixg. 

William J. King, representative 
from Walpole, is a native of Ireland, 
born September 10. 1862, son (of 
John and Mary (Hartnett) King. 
His education was secured in the 
public schools in Ireland and in the 
school of experience in this coun- 
try, to which he emigrated in 1881, 
spending the first two years, after 
landing, in New York City, and 
then locating in Walpole, N. H., 
where he has continued, and has 
been actively engaged for mo 

- time in the paper 
lufacturing business - 
■ alls, Vt., across the C i 
from the town of his residence, but 
has of late been principally inter- 
e t-.-d in Investments, 
and Real E.-ate. For thi 



years or more, he has been an active 
member of the Republican party in 
his town, in which party lines were 
long closely drawn and sharp con- 
tests were the order of the day. 

He was elected to the Legislature 
from his town for the session of 
1S95, when he served as a member 
of the Committee on Claims ; was 
for six years a member of the 
school board, has served three vears 






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William J. King 

as a selectman and was re-elected 
for two years at the recent town 
election, is moderator of the town 
meeting, was a delegate in the 
Constitutional Convention of 1918- 
20, and has been an active member 
of the present Mouse, serving as 
Chairman of the Committee on 
Roads, Bridges and Canals and as 
a member of the Public Improve- 
ments Committee. 

Mr. King is a Catholic and a 
member of the Knights of Colum- 
bus and the Foresters of America. 
November 25, 1888, he was united 
in marriage with Annie Dower of 
Rochester, Minn., who died May 5, 

1898. They have had two sons: 
Chauncey A., born February 19, 
1893, enlisted in the U. S. Tank ser- 
vice in the World War, and died in 
that service, and John W\, born 
September 2.5. 1889, now in the 
wholesale paper business in New- 

William J. Callahan. 

Among those who may properly 
be termed veterans in legislative 
service, is William Joseph Calla- 
han of Ward One, Keene, who is 
serving his fifth consecutive term 
as a member of the House. He is 
a native of London, England, born 
March 26. 1861. son of Daniel and 
Helen (Pilkington) Callahan, and 
came to America with his parents 
in August. 1869, locating in 
Charlestown. Mass., where he at- 
tended the public school until 1871, 
when he went to work with the 
Boston Green Glass Bottle Co., 
whose factory was located on the 
old Medford turnpike, and in the 
following year went with Foster 
Bros., operating a glass factory in 
South Boston, continuing till 1874, 
when he removed with his parents 
to Winchendon, Mass., where he 
attended school a few months and 
then entered the employ of N. D. 
White and Sons, cotton manufac- 
tures, where he learned all branches 
of the business, and at the age of 
17 was second foreman in the spin- 
ning department. In 1878 he en- 
gaged with the Murdock and Fair- 
banks Wooden Ware Co., remain- 
ing with them till they sold to the 
Wilder P. Clark Co., with whom 
he continued till April 14, 1885, 
when he lost the fingers of his 
right hand. May 7, 1887, he re- 
moved to Keene, N. H., and entered 
the employ of the Beaver Mills, 
remaining with the plant, under 
successive managements, for more 
than 30 years, until, in 1919, he was 
appointed by Gov. Bartlett a Fish 



and Game Warden, which position 
he now holds. 

Politically Mr. Callahan has been 
actively indentified with the Repub- 
lican party. He has served as 
selectman in his ward and as a 
member of the K< ene City Council 
for two years. In the legislature 
of 1^13 he was a member of the 
Committee on Education, and in 
1915, 1917 and 1919 was chairman 
of the Committee on Labor, and 
was the father of the weekly pay- 
ment bill passed at the latter ses- 
sion. This year he serves on the 




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William J. Callahan 

Insurance and Liquor Laws Com- 
mittees. He introduced and earn- 
estly supported the anti-divorce 
bill, which failed of passage. His 
record for attendance is surpassed 
by that of no man, he having been 
absent but a single day in the en- 
tire five sessions. He was also a 
delegate, and a frequent and force- 
ful speaker in the last Constitution- 
al Convention. He served a.4 an 
Assistant Sergeant at Arms in the 

last Republican National Conven- 
tion at Chicago. 

Mr. Callahan is a Roman Catho- 
lic in religion, has been for forty 
years a member of the A. O. H., 
is a P. G. C. R. in the Foresters of 
America, in which he has held of- 
fice for 25 years, and a member of 
the Elks, Eagles, Moose, and Pa- 
trons of Husbandry. November 25, 
1891, lie married Nora Agnes 
O'Connell. They have four chil- 
dren living, three daughters and 
one son. Francis Elkington, who has 
been a page in the House for the 
last two .sessions. 

Ralph \Y. Davis. 

One of the new members who 
has come prominently to the front 
in the House of Representatives, 
this year, is Ralph W. Davis of 
Derrv. who was born in that town, 
June" 28, 1890, son of Albert A. and 
Ella F. (Fellows) Davis. He re- 
ceived his preparatory education in 
the famous Pinkerton Academy in 
his native town, and graduated 
from Dartmouth College in 1913. 
Taking up the study of law he at- 
tended the Columbia Summer Law 
School, and the Vale Law School 
in the class of 1918, and is now 
in practice in the office of John 
R. McLane of Manchester, though 
retaining his residence in Derry. 

Mr. Davis is a Congregationalist 
in his religious affiliation, and a 
Republican in politics. He served 
in the U. S. Navy in the World 
War, enlisting as a fireman in May, 
1917 ; was promoted to Ensign and 
discharged in 1919. He is active in 
town affairs in Derry; is a trustee 
of town trust funds, president of 
the school board of the Adams 
District, and Secretary of the Derry 
Board of Trade. Chosen to the 
House at the last election, he was 
appropriately assigned by the 
Speaker to service upon the Judi- 



ciary Committee, to which duty he 
has given his best thought, though 
keeping in close touch vvitfi the 
progress of a!l important measures 
before the House. Though one of 

Ralph \Y. Davis 

the younger members, he has taken, 
an active part in debate on the 
leading questions that have been 
up for consideration, and his argu- 
ments have been both vigorous and 

He is a member of the American 
Legion, the Thornton Naval 
Veterans, Patrons of Husbandry 
and the Phi Alpha Delta Fraternity. 
He is unmarried. 

Martin L. Schenck. 

The town of Tamworth is ably 
represented this year in the House 
by Martin L. Schenck who was a 
member in 1915 from that town, 
serving on the Committees on Mili- 
tary Affairs and Roads; Bridges and 
Canals. This year he has had a 
larger field of service, being a mem- 

ber of the Soldiers' Home Com- 
mittee, Roads, Bridges and Canals, 
and Ways and Means, the latter 
being one of the most important of 
the House Committees, and em- 
bracing some of the ablest men .in 
its membership. 

Mr. Schenck is a native of 
Flemington, X. J., a son of Peter 
Courtland Schenck, a great grand- 
son of Major John Schenck of the 
New Jersey line in the.Revolution- 
arv Arm}', and a grandson on the 
maternal side of Thomas Harris of 
Elizabeth, X. J., a soldier, in Col. 
Jeduthan Baldwin's regiment of 
Artillery, who served seven years 
in the Revolutionary War. He was 
educated in the- public and private 
schools of Trenton, X. J., served 


Martin L. Schenck •. 

two and one-half years in the 
Union Army in the Civil War, in 
the Army of the Potomac and in 
Grierson's Cavalry division of the 
Army of Tennessee, and saw service 
in three border states and all the 
.states of the Confederacy except 



Texas and the Carolina?, un- 
der Generals Meade, Gra;:t and 
Sherman. .After the war he was 
engaged in surveying, landscape 
architecture, and in the silk trade 
in New York. In the former capa- 
city hi mapped and diagrammed 
many cities and towns, from New 
Jersey to Illinois. For the last 
twenty-five years he has been a 
farmer in Tamworth, his home 
being - the house built by Maj. Jer- 
naial Gilman of the 2nd N. H. Con- 
tinental Infantry, who led Stark's 
advance at the battle of Trenton, 
and after the battle of Princeton was 
presented with a horse by Thomas 
Jefferson. He saw Abraham Lin- 
coln in the White House and has 
shaken hands with every president 
from Grant to Wilson. He is an 
Episcopalian, a Republican, a 
Mason, Son of the American Rev- 
olution and a member of the G. A. 
R. He married Sarah E. Ward- 
well of Salem, Mass. 

ventist and politically a Republican. 
He has served the town many 
years as a selectman and Carroll 
County six years as Commissioner. 
He was a delegate in the Constitu- 
tional Convention of 1902, and a 
member of the Executive Council 
in 1919-20, under Gov. John H. 
Bartlett. In the present legislature 
he serves on the Committees on 

Stephen W. Clow. 

Hon. Stephen W. Clow, repre- 
sentative from the town of Wolfe- 
boro, is not new to his present 
position, having served in the same 
capacity back in 1893, when he was 
a member of the House Committees 
on Industrial School and Military 
•Affairs. Pie is a native of Wolfe- 
iboron, born April 2, 1855. 

He was educated in the district 
'school and at the famous Wolfe- 
boro and Tultonboro Academy, and 
taught school for some years in 
early life. He has always resided 
in his native town and is one of its 
most prominent and public spirited 
citizens, taking a strong interest in 
all measures for the promotion of 
the public welfare. He is engaged 
in farming and lumbering, and 
owns and operates a saw mill and 
box factory, doing an extensive 
business. In religion he is an Ad- 

Appropriations and State House 
and State House Yard. 

Mr. Clow is not only the largest 
real estate owner in Wolfeboro, and 
heaviest taxpayer, but is also the 
largest individual employer of 
labor, and has been especially ac- 
tive in the development of the sum- 
mer business in that region. Fra- 
ternally he belongs to the Masonic 
order, being a member of Morning 
Star Lodge. No. 17, and of the 
Eastern Star. On April 17, 1881, 
he married Carrie W. Cannev who 
died June 10. 1919. He has two 
daughters and a son, the latter 
being Dr. Fred E. Clow, a promi- 
nent physician of Wolfeboro. 




Jessie Do p.. 

The citizens of Rollinsford, a 
town ordinarily Democratic by a 
safe majority, honored themselves 

and rendered the State good service 
in choosing- Miss Jessie Doe as 
their representative in the House 
this year. Miss Doe is the daugh- 
ter of the late Charles Doe, long 
Chief Justice of the Supreme Court 
of New Hampshire, and Edith 
(Haven) Doe, born February 21, 
1887, the youngest of nine children, 


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Miss Jlssie Doe 

six of whom are now living. She 
was educated at Berwick, (Me.) 
Academy and the Oilman School, 
Cambridge, Mass. Her father died 
in 1896, and since leaving school in 
1907, she has remained with her 
mother on the 75 acre homestead 
farm in Rollinsford, to whose man- 
agement, and the care of her mother, 
her life is primarily devoted. She 
is equally at home in the kitchen, 
parlor, the garden or the field, in 
reading Plutarch's Lives for her 
mother's diversion, or riding the 

havrake for her own. Her "career" 
thus far has been along the line of 
general usefulness, rather than 
special service ; yet she is interested 
in matters that concern the public 
welfare as well as the home life. 
She is .secretary of the Red Cross 
Public Nursing Association of Rol- 
linsford and South Berwick, is a 
member of the Berwick Woman's 
Club, which she has served as vice 
president, and chairman of the 
Philanthropic Department, and was 
chairman of the local "Woman's 
Committee of National Defense 
during the late war. She is an ar- 
dent nature lover, and an active 
member of the Appalachian Moun- 
tain Club, and has tramped with its 
members many a mile, both sum- 
mer and winter, over the ranges of 
New Hampshire, Vermont, Massa- 
chusetts and New York, and during 
the coming season hopes to explore 
the Katahdin region in Maine. Her 
camera goes with her to the top of 
every mountain peak, and she has a 
fine collection of landscape photo- 

Miss Doe is non-sectarian in 
religion and a Republican in poli- 
tics. Her committee assignments 
in the House were Public Health 
and Forestry, and to the work of 
each she gave close attention. She 
spoke and worked for the moving 
picture censorship bill, as well as 
for the woman factory inspector 
bill, and against the bill to relieve 
women from jury duty. She was 
much interested * in the proposed 
constitutional amendments, and 
took part in the futile campaign 
for their adoption. 

Clarence B. Etsler. 

Rev. Clarence Bartlett Etsler, 
prominent member of the Clare- 
mont delegation in the House this 
year, is a native of Gowanda, N. Y., 
born March 17, 1877, son of Edward 



and Ellen (Bartlett) Etsler. He 
graduated from Gowanda Academy, 
and subsequently taught in that in- 
stitution. Taking up the study of 

Rev. Clarence B. Etsler 

law, he graduated L. L. B. from 
Cornell University in 1900, and 
practiced the profession for a time 
at Hornell, N. Y., but soon aban- 
doned the .same and went into 
educational work in the Philippines, 
teaching English in the island 

schools for three years. Returning 
home, he pursued a course in The- 
ology at St. Lawrence University, 
Canton, graduating in 1907, and 
entered the Universalist ministry, 
his first pastorate being with the 
"Church of the Good Tidings,*' 
Brooklyn, K. Y. In 1914 he was 
called to the pastorate of the Eirst 
Universalist church of Brockton, 
Mass. Upon the entrance of the 
United States into the European 
war he obtained leave of absence to 
enter the military service of the U. 
S. government, where he continued 
till 1919, when, having been honor- 
ably discharged, he accepted a call 
to "the Eirst Universalist Church in 
Claremont, where he continues in 
a most successful pastorate during 
which the attendance and member- 
ship has been largely increased. 
He is a vice president of the Clare- 
mont Ministers' Union, an Odd 
Fellow, a Mason and Chaplain of 
the Claremont Post of the Ameri- 
can Legion. 

Mr. Etsler was assigned to ser- 
vice on the Judiciary Committee, 
to whose work he gave close at- 
tention, and for which his legal 
training well adapted him. On 
December 9, 1920, he was united in 
marriage with Alice H. Scott of 


By Maude Gordon-Roby. 

The Earth — a sanctuary — sweet and higher 
Doth waft her fragrant incense to her King. 

The Trees — cathedrals of a- feathered choir — 
Are vibrant with the song "the dumb shall sing." 

The Sky— God's Garden— flames with tongues of fire 
As morning stars in holy anthems ring. 

And Man— who goeth forth until the evening-hour— 
Doth loose the sandals from his feet, and bow his head. 

"The Earth, the bird, the star sing of Thy power; 
O God, forgive my silent lips!" he said. 


By Margie-Lee Runbeck. 

Through my white curtains 

1 watch you 

Come swinging through the hedge, 

And as you leap upon the porch 


1 rv.ii upstairs and hrde. 

Oli, very innocently it happens! 

For you must not know 

How 1 wait all day 

To hear you calling me 

Eagerly, a little frightened 

For fear I am not there. 

Quite carelessly I start down the stairs, 

Humming calmly. 

When you bound up to me 

And crush me into a corner, 

I look surprised at the clock 


Are you home early? 
Surely it isn't time vet!" 


By Leotuprd Bronner, Jr. 

Flaming Torch of God Divine, 

Inspiration, O be mine! 

As the lightning flaring fierce 

Doth the storm's blackness pierce, 

As the scarlet of the sun 

Blazes ere chill night doth come, 

As a spark from heavenly fire, 

Burn an instant! Then expire. 

Burn an instant! Light my mind! 
Purge it of all thoughts unkind! 
Temper it as steel for fight 
With true courage,, Holy Light! 
As a fire that hath died 
Leaves its ashes purified, 
Cleanse my soul! Divine Fire 
Burn an instant ! Then expire. 



By Leighton Rollins. 

1— A line of storks 
With ridiculous legs 
Are sailing lazily 
Across the flame sJky 

Of sunset. 

They are grey-blue, 

As the night strokes gently 

The face of the earth. 

My tired eyes lose 

Them in bewitching 

Aster flowers, that seem 

To dance like 


Before me. 

My beloved, 

She will tell me of the night. 

My eyes are weary 

Of color and form, 

And I close them, 

Content, if 1 never open them again. 

(The Beloved Speaks) 
2 — "Master, the earth 
Is large and shaggy, 
Even the blue-black shadows 
Cannot make it beautiful. 
The tiny flowers 
Last but a short time 
And die, 

The sunset fades, 
And night like a pool 
Of black pearls 
Awaits us. 
The storks 

Are drifting to the ground, 
Brown and grey, 
Without promise of shelter, 
Neither the shadow 
Of leaves 

Nor the friendship of marshes 
Shall protect them." 


3— "The dark 
Sounds neither 
As rustling 

Nor the touch of water 
Upon eai th, 
But as 
Black velvet 

Sweeping over a marble floor. 
This. O, Master, is the night, 
So filled with 
Lisping thought, 
And vet so lacking 
In all- 
Save a sense of space." 

4 — "The stars have 

Pricked the mantle of the sky 

With tiny shafts of light. 

The songs of stars and birds 

Are shining things 

That bless the bestial world 

In reflected color of the wings 

Of humming bird. 

Oh, Master, 

Even with the steel of cruelty, 

And the soft enticing flesh of evil. 

The world gows 

More lovely 

And pulses with the sense 

Of spirits 

Winged and daring. 

Flying rapt in radiancy, 

Through the dark of night 

Even to the dawn." 

a is 


Eleven of the best short stories 
that have come thus far from the 
pen of Richard Washburn Child, 
once of Newport, New Hampshire, 
have been collected by E. P. Dut- 
ton and Co., 681 Fifth Avenue. 
New York City, into a volume of 
3S7 pa^es, recently issued. Its 
title, "The Velvet Black," is also 
that of one of the included stories, 
but applies equally well to the 
whole collection, which is one of 
tales of terror, of the night time, 
of mystery, darkness and (rightful- 
ness. One of them, "Heliotrope." 
probably is known to more people 
than is anything else which Mr. 
Child has written, for it has been 
made into one of the most popular 
motion pictures of the day. Its 
fitness for this use. however, does 
not discount the fact that it is an 
admirable piece of literary work- 
manship. In fact, almost all of the 
stories here gathered between book 
covers show their author at his 
best in the achievements of Ins 
craft. For reading one's self to 
sleep at night the volume is not to 
be recommended, but for clever- 
ness of plot, variety of situation 
and sustained holding of the at- 
tention, few books of the year 
equal its contents. 

Like most of the highly popular 
stories issued by the Cosmopolitan 
Book Company, New York, after 
serial publication in some one of 
Mr. Hearst's magazines, "Find the 
Woman," by Arthur Somers Roche, 
has been filmed with huge success. 
Not having seen it upon the screen, 
we do not know whether or no the 
moving picture heroine visualized 
successfully the charm of Clancy 
Dean as created by Mr. Roche's 

typewriter and the brush of Dean 
Cornwell, the illustrator of the 
book; but if she did. we have miss- 
ed something in not viewing the 
picture. It turned out that Clancy 
Dean did not photograph well; so 
her dreams of becoming a movie 
queen were shattered. But in quite 
another, and much more interest- 
ing way, she reached, in a marvel- 
ously short time, the very heart of 
the great cinema industry, and there 
plucked the flower of true success 
in the form of a wholly desirable 
husband with a million dollars, a 
high social position and a good 
stiff backbone. In the beginning 
Clancy was a stenographer in Ze- 
nith, Maine, near Bangor. Mr. 
Roche thereby paying a tribute to 
the Pine Tree State which we be- 
lieve New Hampshire better de- 

Very interesting in itself and as 
a .symbol of endeavor, is Number 
Two of Volume One of "The Scrip, 
a Magazine of Undergraduate 
Verse, Published by the Dartmouth 
Poetry Society at Hanover, New 
Hampshire." Its editor-in-chief 
is Walter B. Wolfe, a frequent and 
welcome contributor to the Gran- 
ite Monthly, and among the mem- 
bers of the Society New Hampshire 
is represented, we note, by Frankln 
McDuffee of Rochester and Lincoln 
II. Weld of Grasmere. This is 
said to be the first undergraduate 
magazine of verse printed at any 
college in America, thus giving a 
further desirable distinction to 
Dartmouth ; which distinction is 
magnified in our professional pub- 
lisher's eyes by the fact that The 
Scrip has been able to pay its 
bills out of its subscription receipts. 


T< ' a composite of the various and whose presence is pleasing to those 

creditable publications issued by who would like to see Dartmouth's 

the boys at Hanover these few college library, as ample and as 

pages of poetry add a flavor that appreciated as is its gymnasium. 
otherwise might be absent and 


By Arthur J. Beckhard. 

Upon a hill that rose above Xew York, 

As some great rocks leap from the seething sea, 

I stood and wa tcbed the city's yellow dusk 

Assume the quiet dignity of night. 

Great, somber buildings loomed grey through the haze 

And frowned down on me where I stood, engulfed 

By the unceasing murmured roar that rolled 

Across the Park toward me, like the fog. 

What did it mean — that never-ending throb? 

Where were those whirring motors bound, that they 

Should hurry so? What force behind it all 

Urges us ever on and on and on, 

When sweet Oblivion holds out arms 

At once so welcome and so welcoming? 

And then the lights came on! You, standing there 
Beside me. held your breath and clutched my arm. 
To us had come the meaning of the lights. 
No words. I needed none. Enough your hand 
Upon my sleeve to tell me of the thoughts 
And dreams shared by us both. We, silent, gazed 
Upon the stabbing spangles of Night's cloak. 
And then you spoke. "It's getting late," you said, 
"We must be going home." The lights, your words, 
The pressure of your fingers through my coat, 
Answered in full all that I'd asked to know. 


The many readers of this maga- 
zine who have expressed their 
interest in the prize offered by Mr. 
Brookes More foi the best poem 
published in the Granite Monthly 
during- 1921 will like to read, we 
feel sure, the piece of verse to 
which was awarded the prize given 
by him for the best contribution to 
Contemporary Verse in 1920. The 
jud«**«e of that contest were Robert 
Frost, our former fellow citizen of 
New Hampshire. Professor Kath- 
erine Lee Bates of Wellesley col- 
lege, who is acting in a similar 
capacity in the Granite Monthly 
competition; and Professor John L. 
Lowes of Harvard. Their choice 
for first honors was the following 
poem bv Sara Teasdale. entitled 

"A delicate fabric of bird-song 

Floa's in the air, 
The smell of wet wild earth 

Is everywhere. 
Red small leaves of the maple 

Are clenched like a ha. id, 
Like girls at their first communion 

The pear trees stand. 
Oh, I must pass nothing by 

Without loving it much, 
The rain drop try with my lips, 

The grass with my touch ; 
For how can I be sure 

I shall see again 
The world on the first of May 

Shining after the rain?" 

Mr. More recently has purchased 
an estate at Hingham, Mass., not far 
distant from the land held by his 
first Amei ican ancestor, who came to 
the Massachusetts Bay Colony in 
the good ship Lion in 1632. The 
grant of land owned by this ances- 
tor in Cambridge, was the site of 
the Harvard University of the pres- 
ent. Thence, he removed to Con- 

necticut, to New Jersey, and finally 
with the wave of Westward migra- 
tion, to Ohio, and to the Great 
Southwest, where Brookes More at- 
tained his first prominence as a 

Mr. M ore's new volume, "The 
Beggar's Vision," now on the press, 
contains seven narrative poems 
which are described as "remarkable 
and original." His previous book of 
verse, "The Lover's Rosary," re- 
cently was compared favorably with 
the work of Alfred Noyes, the Eng- 
lish poet. 

The state of New Hampshire, 
like its magazine; the Granite 
Monthly, is fortunate in its friends. 
That has been for a long time a 
truism, but we are moved to repeat 
it once more because of some re- 
cent events. One was a "Monad- 
nock" meeting of the Society for 
the Protection of New Hampshire 
Forests, held at the Twentieth 
Century Club, Boston, at which Mr. 
Edward W. Emerson of Concord, 
Mass., recited the famous poem by 
his father, Ralph Waldo Emerson, 
and plans were made for securing 
the whole , mountain as a forest 
reservation. Another was the re- 
cent announcement from New York 
that seme of the nation's most emi- 
nent patrons of the arts would co- 
operate in securing an adequate 
endowment for the MacDowell 
Colony at Peterborough, an unique 
institution that promises much for 
the future of the muses in America. 

There is considerable difference 
of opinion as to the merits of some 
of the. legislation enacted at the re- 
cent session of the General Court 
and movements have been started 



already to bring about the repeal 
in 1923 of some of the acts of 1921. 
However, time is a great educator 
and before twenty months have 
passed opinions may have changed 
as well as conditions. But discus- 
sion of questions of public impor- 
tance always is in order and any 
honest effort to bring about general 
consideration of matters of pro- 

bable legislation well in advance of 
another session is to be welcomed. 
It may result in affirmative or in 
negative action, but so long as it 
brings about a definite statement 
of the considered desire of the 
people it carries out the principles 
of our form of government and 
those who secure it are to be com- 


By Perky R. Bugbee. 

Where Jack-in-the-Pulpits grow, 

And Maiden-hair ferns the breezes blow 

The hillside's King, the woods' Chief, 

Is an old Pine, regally fine 

With cerulean skies above 

And purple Polygala beneath. 

Violets blue, and Bluetts too. 
In mossy beds, bow their heads, 
Knowest flowers a higher will? 
Yes, and they are optimists till 
Autumn frost kill or clouds dreary 
Make them faint and weary. 

Forgetting for the while 
Vernal spring's recurring smile, 
It's Nature's way, God's will. 
Clouds and frosts every life chill 
For parts of life are love and strife, 
And the Pine's an optimist still. 

. .) 


By Thomas J. Murray. 

The luring sea rim calls me far 

Where trailing smoke clouds drift away; 

The slow surf whitens on the bar. 

The gleaming sail and lifting spar, 
Top the horizon's heaving gray; 

The luring sea rim calls me far. 

The breakers roll from strands afar, 
Urged by the winds that shoreward stray 
The slow surf whitens on the bar. 

No hum of cities drifts to mar 

This widening waste of tossing spray ; 

The luring sea rim calls me far. 

No thoughts of drifting- wreck or scar 
Darkens this splendid seaboard day; 
The slow surf whitens on the bar. 

1 he twilight spreads and one white star, 
Hangs taper like above the bay; 
The luring sea rim calls me far, 
The slow surf whitens on the bar. 


By Claribel Weeks Avery. 

The kind Earth Mother walked the fields 

And whispered with a tear, 
"Beside my stately trees and winsome flowers, 

How poor my men appear! 

"Yet once I gave the world a son. 

Who showed what men should be 
As lovely as a budding rose, 

As gracious as a tree. 

"And when men found no place for one 

So far above their best, 
I gave him refuge in a cave 

And shelter in my breast. 

"There he was born." 

"Where did he die?" 

The mother's eyes grew dim. 
"They took the wood of trees that I had nursed 

To make a cross for him." 



By Her old Vinal. 

i have touched hands with peace and loveliness, 

When the first breath of May crept through the trees 

Watched lovely flowers tremble in the breeze — 

1 cannot say 1 have been comfortless. 

Often the nights have whispered words to me; 

With wonder I have watched a new day break, 

Shaking its veils across the windy lake — 

The wind that stirred them, brought me ecstasy. 

My heart can know no pain while beauty weaves 
Quaint patterns in the corridors of thought, 
Patterns of curving cloud and waving leaves; 
All the indifference that time has wrought 
Will .softly pass, 1 behold afar — 
The lovely beauty of an evening star. 


By J. E. Bowman. 

A stretch of barren sand-bar, overgrown 

With dwarfish pines; some islands fringed with snrf 

Where sea-birds hovered: — 

Gosnold made them known. 
'Twas Shakespeare made them place of Prospero's 

throne : 
A magic region, on whose flower strewn turf 
Miranda glides. Instead of seabird's plaint 
We hear the elfin music, far and faint, 
Or tingling near at hand of Ariel. 
A group of earnest men for whom no spell 
Lay in such music, whom no glamoury 
From elfin land could dazzle, hither came. 
Poet and Pilgrim each a conquest claim 
One, changing all the scene in Fancy's" flame 
One, building here in Faith the Plymouth Colony. 




Vincent John Brennan, Senior, was 
born in Manchester, September 2h. 1848, 
the son of William and Mary Brennan, 
and died in Newport, March 22. At an 
early ape he went to work in the mills 
and rose to the positions of superinten- 
dent and agent, being connected with 
factories in Maine. New Hampshire, Ver- 
mont, Massachusetts. Connecticut and 





V. T. Brendan 

Delaware. In 1906 he established at New- 
port the Brampton Woolen Company and 
was its successful manager to the time 
of his deatii. At the time of his death 
he was a trustee of the town library and 
was deeply interested in all civic affairs. 
He is survived by his wiie, who was Miss 
Edith Reed of Newport, a daughter, 
Maud, and two sons, Vincent J. Jr., and 
Ralph A. 


Rev. William A. Rand died^at South 
Seabrook, January 27, on the 55th anni- 
versary of his becoming pastor of the 
Congregational church there. He was 
born in Portsmouth in 1842 and served 
in the Civil War in Company K of the 
48th New Hampshire Regiment. He was 
a member of the G. A. R. and chaplain of 

the Masonic lodge at Newburyport, Mass., 
for 33 years. His wife and one daughter. 
Mrs. Edward F. Dempsey, survive him. 


Matthew Scoby McCurdy, the oldest 
member of the faculty of Phillips Acad- 
emy at Andover. Mass., died there Febru- 
ary 16 as the result of injuries sustained 
in an automobile accident. He was born 
in Dunbarton May 21, 1849, and graduated 
from Dartmouth in 1873, becoming an in- 
structor at Andover in the same year. 
Lie was in charge of the department of 
mathematics there and had written an 
algebra He was a member of the Delta 
Kappa Epsilon fraternity. He is surviv- 
ed by his wife. Lydia M., and three sons, 
Robert, Sydney and Allan. 


Albion Burbank, from 1872 until 1906 
principal of the high school at Exeier, 
died there February 6. He was born in 
Limerick. Me., December 25, 1839, the 
second of five children ' of Abner and 
Eliza A. (Harmon) Burbank. He prepar- 
ed for college at the academy in Liming- 
ton, Me., and graduated from Bowdoin 
in 1862. He studied law and was admit- 
ted to the bar, but did not find the practice 
of that profession to his liking and was 
principal of the high school at Kennebunk, 
Me., before going to Exeter. Mr. Bur- 
bank was a member of the public library 
committee at Exeter from 1893 to 1916; 
served as the Democratic member of the 
police commission for eight years; and 
was a zealous member of the Unitarian 
church. He is survived by one son, Harry 
T. Burbank. 


Dr. David Morrison Currier, born in 
Grafton, September 15, 1840, the son of 
David and Rhoda (Morse) Currier, died 
March 1 in Newport, where he had prac- 
ticed medicine for almost half a century. 
He was educated at Tilton Seminary and 
the Dartmouth Medical College, with post 
graduate courses at Harvard and in New 
York. Doctor Currier served hi; town on 
the boards of health and of education and 
as water commissioner and was for many 
years United States examining surgeon. 



} or 17 years be was treasurer of the stale 
ical society. Doctor Currier was a 
member of the Methodist church, of the 
Masons and the Grange. He is survived 
;,v his wife, \vhu was Miss Annie M. Con- 
verse, and by two daughters. 

publican and a Congregationalist. His 
survivors are his wife, who was Catherine 
C. Erost of Maiden, and three sons, Ed- 
ward, Andrew and. Tackson. 


Rev. Jtoseph Kimball was born alt 
Plaistow, March 13. 1832, the son of True 
and Betsey (Chase) Kimball, and died 
at Haverhill, Mass., March 2. Pie pre- 
pared at Phillips Andover Academy for 
Amherst College, where he graduated in 
(lie class of 1857. He was for some years 
a teacher in Massachusetts, Ohio and 
Alabama, and also practiced the profes- 
sion of civil engineer; but was a Congre- 
gational minister from 18S3 to 1911, when 
he retired. He was also well known as a 
lecturer and as a benefactor, giving a 
library building to the town of Atkinson. 
which he represented in the New Hamp- 
shire legislature of 1909; $10,000 to the 
Riverside Memorial church at Haverhill, 
and pipe organs to half a dozen churches. 


Dr. Henry L. Sweeny, born in Bridge- 
water, Mass., April 3, 1858. the son of 
Edward M. and Lucy (Thaxter) Sweeny, 
died March 11 at Kingston where he had 
practiced most of the time since his 
graduation from the Harvard Medical 
School in 1882. He was a member of 
county, state and national medical societies 
and had been county physician and mem- 
ber of the town board of health. A Re- 
publican in politics he represented King- 
ston in the recent constitutional conven- 
tion, and had been town clerk and mem- 
ber of the school board and of the board 
of library trustees. He was a Mason, 
Odd Eellow and Congregationalist. His 
wife, who was Ellen J. Towle of King- 
ston, died in 1900. 

Dr. Andrew Jackson Stevens, who died 
at Maiden, Mass.. February 22. was born 
in Warren, April 24, 1846, the son of 
Robert Burns and Charity (Slye) Stevens. 
He graduated from the Harvard Medical 
School in 1869 and practiced at Lawrence, 
Mass., and Maiden, where he was promi- 
nent and successful in his profession and 
inaugurated the movement for establish- 
ing the Maiden hospital. He was a Rc- 


Frank Otis Chellis. born in Meriden, 
August 7. 1838, the son of Otis Hutchins 
and Betsey (Morrcll) Chellis, died in 
Newport, March 3. He prepared at the 
Newport High school and Kimball Union 
academy for Dartmouth College, where he 
graduated in 18S5, being captain of the 
'varsity baseball team, class poet and a 
member of the Alpha Delta Phi fraterni- 
ty. While principal of the Newport high 
school for nine years he studied law with 
the late Albert S. Wait and had been for 
many years a leading member of the bar. 
He was a Democrat in politics, a Uni- 
tarian in religious belief and a member of 
the Masonic lodge, chapter and com- 
mandery, and the Eastern Star. He had 
served as town moderator, member of the 
board of education and county solicitor; 
trustee of the Carrie F. Wright hospital 
and Sugar River savings bank; president 
of the high school alumni association; as- 
sistant engineer of the town fire depart- 
ment ; and clerk of the county exemption 
board during the World War. He is 
survived by his wife, who was Miss Em- 
ma G. Wilmarth, and by a daughter, Ber- 
nice, and son, Robert. 


George M. L. Lane, at one time com- 
mander of the New Hampshire National 
Guard brigade, died in Manchester, Feb- 
ruary 2. He was born in Deerfield, Aug- 
ust 21, 1844, and as a young man was 
engaged in mercantile pursuits in Man- 
chester. In 1882 he entered the postal 
service and for most of his life was head 
clerk in the Manchester office. In 1864 
he enlisted with a Haverhill, Mass., com- 
pany and went with it to the Civil War 
front, later joining the 18th New Hamp- 
shire regiment. In 1S74 he joined the 
Head Guards of the state militia as a 
private and rose through all the ranks of 
the service. He belonged to a drum 
corps organized in Manchester in the 
early seventies which was famous all over 
New England. General Lane was a mem- 
ber of the various Masonic and I. O. O. 
F. bodies. He is survived by his widow, 
Mrs. Sarah E. Lane, and a son. Frank 
D. of Fall River, Mass. 





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Daniel Webster at '"Elms Fakm. 



Vol. L1II. 

TUNE, 1921. 

No. 6. 


By Rev. Walter J. Malvern, Superintendent 

An}" "Home" where orphan and 
needy children — just as bright and 
full of fun as any children — aie 
cared for is a center of interest, but 
this "Home" is 'made doubly in- 
teresting because it is situated on 
the "Elms Farm," the home of 
Daniel Webster from 1800. when it 
was purchased by his father, Cap- 
tain Ebene^er Webster, until his 
death in 1852. It was here Web- 
ster spent his bey hood days: it was 
from here he started out for Dart- 
mouth College ; it was here he com- 
posed one of his distinguished ora- 
tions and wrote the "Hulseman" 
letter, and looking out of the east- 
ern window in the summer of 1848 
he wrote to his son "this is the 
most beautiful place on this earth." 

It was on this farm that the tree 
grew where Daniel hung his scythe, 
which act was a deciding factor in 
his being sent to Dartmouth Col- 
lege : here is the famous rock 
known as Pulpit Rock from whose 
eminence Webster is said to have 
practised some of his great ora- 
tions. Surely the home of Xew 
Hampshire's most illustrious son — 
a home so rich in historic associa- 
tion? — could not be used to better 
advantage than for the training 
orphan and n< edy children to be- 
come worthy citizens of the old 
Granite State. 

And can we find more fitting place, 
On which the Orphans' Home to raise, 
Than where in youth's bright halcyon day, 
Our mightiest statesman used to play, 

•From an original poem by Rev. S. P. K 
shire Orphans' Home. 1871. 

And work as well with plow and spade, 
Or find repose beneath the shade 
Of yonder oak where once when young, 
His heavy scythe so nicely hung.* 

The Xew Hampshire Orphans' 
Home owes its birth to the Rev. 
Daniel Augustus Mack. He him- 
self was left an orphan when 
seven years of age. From that 
time he was dependent upon his 
own resources. No orphans' home 
opened its doors to receive him. It 
was largely through his own ex- 
perience, knowing as he did the need 
of such a home, that he labor- 
ed .so assiduously to establish this 
Home. Then, too, as a Chaplain 
in the Civil War many dying sol- 
diers appealed to him to look after 
their children. It is not surprising 
then that Chaplain Mack turned his 
attention to the orphan children of 
the soldiers and broadened his 
work till it took in all that he 
could possibly befriend. He con- 
ceived the 'idea that the country is 
far better than the city for such a 
place. That whatever advan- 
tages the city might have, the coun- 
try with its bracing air, pure water, 
delightful scenery and broad out- 
look outweighed them ; and so the 
Home was located in this beautiful 
spot, so admirably suited to the 
needs and requirements of an or- 
phans' home. 

At the June session of the Legis- 
lature, 1871, an Act of Incorpora- 
tion was obtained. A meeting was 
called in July and at a subsequent 

eath, read at the dedication of the Isew Hamp- 



meeting the organization was per- 
fected. At a meeting of the Board 
of Directors in August, 1871, it was 

As soon believe our granite hills. 
Our fertile vales and sparkling rill? 
Will traitors turn, and no supplies 

voted to establish the Home upon Reward the t. iler 


Hon. Frank 
President of the N. 

the Webster farm in Franklin. The 
purchase was made and on the 19th 
day of October. 1871. the Home was 
opened with appropriate exercises. 
And shall we cherish one dark tear, 
That our dear "Home" established here, 
Will fail, 'mid beauties rich and grand, 
So freely strown by God's own hand? 

H. Orphans' Home. 

Mr. Mack inaugurated his move- 
ment and made his .first public ad- 
dress in behalf of such a home in 
the Methodist Episcopal Church at 
Newport. At that meeting the 
Hon. George W. Xesmith, the pre- 
siding Judge of the Supreme Court 
which was then in session, was pres- 



cut; was convinced, as he listened' to 
Chaplain Mack. ^\ the need of such 
a home; from that hour allied him- 
self with the movement, giving 
money and time to its support; and 
when the Home was established 
was elected its first president and 
held that office till his death in 
1890. bor nineteen rears he was 

Mr. Mack made his first public ad- 
dress in the Methodist Episcopal 
church at Newport he spoke in the 
Congregational Church and there 
enlisted the interest and support of 
Dexter Richards, provided the 
Hi me was located in New Hamp- 
shire. It was through his first gift 
of $500 that the Orphans' Home 





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The Webster Mansion 
Home of the Superintendent, N. H. Orphans' Home. 

President of the Board of Trustees. 
"The grand old man, the venerable 
Judge, the honored citizen" through 
these years had been a father to the 
Home, assuming in large part the 
responsibility for its success, spend- 
ing time and money unstintedly in 
the cause so dear to him. One 
cannot speak too highly of his ser- 
vice of love, and what the Home 
owes to him. 

On the evening of the day that 

became a New Hampshire institu- 
tion. Mr. Richards' enthusiasm for 
this worthy cause led him to double 
his donation. He was one of the 
incorporators mentioned in its 
Charter and one of three to call the 
first meeting. His interest, like 
his generous gifts, continued up to 
the time of his death in 1898, when 
he was vice president of the board 
of trustees. 

Perhaps there is no one who shar- 



ed a larger part of his time and 
means with the Home than the 
Hon. John . Kimball. From the 
founding of the Home in 18/1 til] 
Ins death in 1913 he was its treas- 
urer. Among his manv achieve- 
ments it is said that what he ac- 
complished tor the Home "is the 
brightest jewel in the diadem of 
his grand achievements, and his 
most enduring*, monument lies in 
the hearts of the manv children. 
who during the last three or four 
decades have gone forth from the 
Home, and those who, in years to 
come, knowing him only bv name 
wdl call him blessed." 

For several years the only build- 
ing which the Home had was the 
Webster Home. It is difficult to 
understand how tins building could 
accommodate some thirty or thirty - 
rive children and rind room for all 
the activities incident to an or- 
phans' home. But so successful 
was the work that it was endorsed 
by President Hayes and bv him 
Chaplain .Alack was personally com- 

The children are now housed in 
three commodious buildings, while 
the older boys have a cottage to 
themselves and the older girls' will 
soon have a similar home. 

The buildings of the Ho?ne are 
the "Webster Mansion." which 
contains the Superintendent's 
home, the office and reception 
rooms. Two of the rooms in the 
upper part of the ell are used for 
a hospital ; under these is the store- 
room. The Mack Building: In 
1875 Chaplain Mack built a \vood- 
en structure faced with brick which 
was used until 1913 when it was 
rebuilt with brick, and named in 
honor of the founder of the Home. 
In this building fifty boys, ranging 
in ages from eight 'to thirteen 
years, have their home. The Nurs- 
ery Building: This building was 
opened in 1895. It ha= the kinder- 
garten department of thirty-six 

boys and girls from five to eighi 
years of age ; the first nursery^of 
twelve little ones from ten months 
to three years, and the second 
nursery of twelve little ones from 
tnree to live years. Creighton 
Hall. This building was erected 
m I9C0 am! was named for the 
donor. Mrs. Susan Creighton of 
Newmarket. Thirty-six of the 
older girls have their home here, 
fhe John Taylor Cottage: This 
cottage was made over and enlarg- 
ed out of the farmhouse which was 
the home of John Taylor who was 
Daniel Webster's farmer. It was 
opened in 1915, is well equipped 
and makes an excellent home for 
fourteen of the older boys'. The 
Bartlett Cottage: This is 'a cottage 
for older girls, and we expect to 
receive from generous friends suf- 
ficient money to complete the work 
and furnishing, and then have a 
modern and well equipped home for 
sixteen of our older girls. In addi- 
tion to these buildings where the 
children are housed, we have a pri- 
mary school building, in the base- 
ment of which is the sewng room, 
on the first floor is the primary 
school room, and on the second floor 
the teachers' flat. The Home has a 
steam laundry and all the buildings 
are heated by steam from one plant. 
And last but not least we have our 
Chapel, named The John Kimball 
Chapel. Here the officers and 
children meet every morning, ex- 
cept Saturdays, for a brief service. 
And on Sunday we also have our 
Sunday School at 2:45 and a ser- 
vice at six o'clock.- At this service 
the Superintendent gives an address 
to the children, and he has a model 
congregation, as no one comes in 
hate, and no one leaves till the ser- 
vice is over, and there is "no col- 

The two big days in the vear for 
the children are Thanksgiving and 
Christmas. Friends from far and 
near send us money and gifts for 



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these occasions, and there is no 
happier bunch of children than ours 
on these festive occasions. 

We have our "own school which 

is under the direction of the State 
Board of Education. Our school 
is graded from the kindergarten 
through the grammar school grades 
in conformity with the state re- 
quirements. We have a staff of 
five efficient teachers and the en- 
tire expense of running the school 
is paid out of our income. Our in- 
come is derived from our invested 
funds and the charge we make per 
capita for the children in the Home. 

An average day in the life of the 
Home is as follows: Rising bell at 
6:30. . The officers have breakfast 
at seven o'clock; the children at 
7:20'. After breakfast the children 
hie into the chapel for a brief ser- 
vice of responsive reading in the 
Gospels, prayer, concluding with 
the Lord's Prayer, and singing. 
Upon leaving the chapel most of 
children have some work to do be- 
fore school begins at nine o'clock. 
They make the beds — in their own 
departments — sweep the dormi- 
tories and halls, work in the kit- 
chen, dining: rooms and the store Cottage 

but this with the high co.s-t of living 
is not sufficient to pay all our bills 
and so we are dependent on the 
generosity of friends. 

Those who visit the Home cannot 
fail to be impressed with its ideal 
location and the bright happy chil- 
dren living here. Most of the 
children have some duties outside 
of their school work that help to 
teach them to be industrious, or- 
derly and neat. . They do their 
work heartily and well and are 
pleased when asked to do some- 
thing which, gives them an oppor- 
tunitv to do vou a favor. 

room, and the boys who live in the 
John Taylor Cottage take care of 
the horses, cows, pigs and hens, 
'i he school sessions are from 9 to 
11:50 and 1:30 to 3:40. The chil- 
dren have considerable time for re- 
creation and due regard is had to 
their health. We have very little- 
sickness and our children are well 
nourished and healthy. As in all 
institutions of this kind some of the 
older boys and girls do consider- 
able work and we could not run 
the Home without their assist- 
ance. Our older boys do most of 
the farm work and our older girls 






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work in the steam laundry, the 
children's dining room and kitchen, 
and assist the matrons in the first 
and second nurseries. The chil- 
dren have supper at 5:20. and with 
the exception of the hoys in the 
John Taylor Cottage arc all in bed 
by eight o'clock. It is sometimes 
thought best fco keep a boy or girl 
in the Home when they are really 
old enough to go out and make 
their own living. We then make 
them self-supporting and give them 
a small salary. 

Great care is taken in providing 
the children with good wholesome 
food, which consists of, for break- 
fast, cooked or prepared cereals, 
bread or corn cake, butter, milk 
and mocho (cereal coffee) ; dinners, 
baked beans, potato and meat, beef 
stew, salmon and rice, fish chowd- 
er, macaroni and tomato, vegetables 
from the garden and various kinds 
of puddings ; suppers, bread and 
butter, syrup, apple sauce, peanut 
butter, ca 
and milk. 

It is no small job to provide for 
all the needs of 160 boys, girls and 
little children, but with a loyal 
staff of officers the life of the Home 
moves along harmoniously and no 
pains are spared to promote the 
best welfare of the Home. 

Ex-Governor Smyth in his last 
message as President of the Board 
of Trustees said, "We have, gath- 
ered here, the fragments of man) 
families, every one of which start- 
ed out in life with fair prospects 
and high hopes of .success. Some 
uncontrolled influence, some hid- 
den rock, some storm of passion, or 
sickness ending in death, shattered 
the home, and these little children, 
innocent of all, have been gathered 
up by these servants of the Lord 
and sheltered from the storm." 
And well does our late President. 
Dr. Douglas, say : "One of the great 
needs of this institution is a deep- 
er personal interest of people in its 

grand work.*' We solicit the full- 
est investigation into the working 
of the Home and visitors are wel- 
come any day but Saturday. Sunday 
and holidays. This is a good place 
to visit if you are. interested in 

For almost fifty years this Home 
has been caring for orphan and 
needy children, caring for their 
social, educational, moral, and re- 
ligious needs, rendering a service 
to the State beyond any money 
value. Over two thousand chil- 
dren have found a home here, and 
when we think of what many of 
them have been saved from and 
what the Home has done for all 
these boys and girls we cannot but 
be profoundly thankful to Him who 
put a new value on childhood when 
He took a litle child and said. "Of 
such is the kingdom of heaven." 

Interest in the Webster Oak is 
enhanced bv the fact that it has re- 
cently been given a place in the 
Hall of Fame for trees with a his- 

Daniel Webster, like man}- an- 
other growing boy. when about 
fourteen years of age, had little- 
love for farm work. He would 
much rather lie under the shade of 
a leafy tree, or roam the hills in 
search of berries, than buckle down 
to hard work. And so it came 
about on a hot da}' in Jul}', when 
the men were cutting the grass 
with scythe, and raking it by hand, 
that Ebenczer Webster fitted 
scythe to snath and handing them 
to Daniel, sent him into the field 
with the mowers. They were 
working between the Home build- 
ings and the cemetery. In those 
days the grass grew tall and heavy. 
The land had not been deprived of 
its virgin fertility. The sun came 
down hot, and the scythe and snath 
were heavy. After "going around" 
for a few times, the young lad hung 
his scythe in the branches of an oak 
tree that grew beside the highway, 


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Rev. Walter J. Malverx, Superintendent. 



and stretched himself upon the 
newmown hay. Noon came vnd he 
went up to the house with a boy's 

appetite for food. His father had 
been away during" the forenoon, 
and in course of time asked, "Well, 
Daniel, how does your scythe 
hang?" Mindful oi where the 
scythe was, Daniel answered quick- 
ly, "It hangs just right to suit me." 
The haymakers, who were with 
the family at dinner, heard the re- 
ply and told the story. Later when 

the tree on which Daniel Webster 
hung his scythe." 

From the remainder of the 
trunk, and the large branches, Mr. 
Mack had a quantity of pea hold- 
ers manufactured. These he took 
to Boston consigning jihem to a 
leading stationer. They were 

marked to show from whence the 
wood came, and sold readily at a 
good price and Mr. Mack used the 
money obtained for the benefit of 
the Home. When the stock was 


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The Webster Oak 

Daniel became a public idol the 
oak became a tree of interest. 

The tree was blown down in a 
storm several years ago. The next 
day Mrs. Mack had the children 
gather up all the available parts of 
the tree. From the trunk Mr. Mack 
had a few canes made. Only one 
of these canes can now be account- 
ed for. Mr. Mack had occasion to 
go to Washington, and called up- 
on the President. It was while 
Rutherford B. Hayes was in office, 
and Mr. Mack presented him with 
a cane, marked, "Made of part of 

sold out the stationer' sent up for 
more. Mr. Mack told him there 
were no more, all the wood from 
the tree had been used. "Are there 
no more oaks in Xew Hampshire?" 
asked the stationer. Very indig- 
nantly Mr. Mack replied. "There 
are plenty of oaks in Xew Hamp- 
shire, but there was only one on 
which Daniel Webster hung his 
scythe, and from no other will pen 
holders be made and marked with 
the name of the great statesman, if 
I know, or can prevent it." 



By Hetvrx Bailey Steve 

Dramatis Persomae : 

Susan Reynolds 
Aunt Polly Walker 
Dick Fan D cut en 

(Scene: The living room of a 
New Hampshire farm house. The 
furnishings are simple but of a mod- 
ern type. At the center rear is a 
long, comfortable and well-uphol- 
stered sofa. A dress-form, or 
"Betty," as it is popularly called 
(made of gummed paper at a 'home 
demonstration' meeting) sits on a 
stand at its left. At the left front 
are a wicker lounge-chair and table, 
on which is an electric lamp with 
art-glass panels. There are papers 
and magazines on the table. In a 
corner is a victrola. A door at- the 
left front opens to the front hall 
and one at the left rear to cup- 
board ; on the opposite side a door 
at the rear opens to the side porch 
and at the front to the kitchen. 
There is a telephone between the 
two doors at the right. At the 
rear a window looks out toward 
the mountains. Into the room from 
the front hall at left comes Susan 
carrying a traveling bag, followed 
by Aunt Polly, who is veiled, glov- 
ed and arrayed in a traveling cos- 

Susan (putting down the bag).' 
Oh, I say, Aunt Polly, it's just great 
that you've come. Mother will be 
delighted. It's too good to be true. 

Aunt Polly: So this is little 
Susan, is it? It's too bad for them 
to call you Susie. 

Susan: Why, but they don't, 
Aunt Polly ! Nobody does. 

Aunt Polly: It must be they do 

behind your back. (Sitting down) 
Well, the old place looks awfully 
natural. I thought I'd never get 
here — changing at the Junction and 
stopping, the way the trains do in 
this part of the country, at every 
pair of bar.s. (She struggles with 
her veil.) 

Susan: Let me help you, Aunt 
Polly. (She helps her with her 
veil.) I'll take your veil, and I'll 
take your gloves — and your hat. 
Now are you comfortable? Oh, but 
mother'il be so sorry she's been 
away. She and Dad have just gone 
over to the Field Day at the four- 

Aunt Polly: Well, the poor soul, 
I'm glad she's got away for one day. 
Up in the morning at four o'clock 
to get breakfast, feed the chickens, 
carry in water from the well, wash 
the milk pail, bake and stew all 
morning over a hot kitchen fire — 

Siiscdi: Why, Aunt Polly, you 
ought to see our pressure cooker! 

Aunt Polly: I'm sure I don't 
know what that is, but I know 
what it is living on a farm, 
Susan. I was brought up here, and 
when I left twenty-six years ago, 
I vowed I'd never come back. And 
I don't know as I would, Susan, if 
it hadn't been as I said to John, 
"There's that girl up there that's 
still young. There may be no 
hopes for Nell, but there is some 
hopes for her. I'll bet they call her 
Susie, and that she ain't been any- 
wheres except to Rockingham 
Academy, and can't go to no 
movies, nor meet any likely young 
men, and ain't .been fitted to move 
in cultivated society. She can't 



have the advantages, John, that 
we could give her. And it's my 
duty, as I see it. to go up there and 
offer her a chance to make a change 
now while she's still young." Of 
course I know ii would be awfully 
hard on your mother; but as I says 
to John, anybody's a fool to waste 
themselves. If there's one thing 
I've always been thankful for, it's 
that I didn't waste myself. 

'Susan: Aren't you funny, Aunt 
Polly ! 

Aunt Polly: Well, as I say, 
everything looks natural. The 
same old house fifty miles from 
nowhere, and the same old room. 
I declare, it smells natural too. 
(She sniffs) I always did hate the 
smell of a kerosene lamp. 

Susan: But Aunt Polly— 

Aunt Polly: Oh, I guess you 
can't tell me. It's very serious, 
Susan, very serious. Of course 
you don't realize, as I do, all the 
hardships of living like this, and 
the disadvantages. Just for one 
thin, for instance, take anybody's 

Susan: Their what? 

Aunt Polly: Their pernuncia- 
tion, their language. Of course it 
ain't your fault, Susan, hut I could 
tell, the minute I heard you speak 
that you didn't talk the way other 
people do. 

Susan: (blushing) Oh, you 
noticed that, did you? 

Auitt Polly: Yes, you know 
people in the country always say 
"cat"' when they ought to say 
"carf" — 

Susan:- Why. I don't do that. 
Aunt Poll}'. You see, I've been 
practising pronunciation and all that 
sort of thing. I thought that was 
what you meant. 

Aunt Polly: You have, have you? 
(somewhat taken aback) Who's 
been teaching you? 

Susan: There's g a young man 
staying up at the Jefferson's who's 

quite an artist. He's lived abroad, 
you know, and- — 

Aunt Polly: You he careful about 
these artists and young men like 
that, Susan. 

Susan: Why, do you know any 
of them? 

Aunt Polly: No, but I've read 
about 'em in the papers. A girl 
lots of times in the country don't 
understand ahout some things and 
don't realize what a terrible lot of 
immorality there is in the city, 

Susan: Why, Aunt Polly, I 
thought you wanted me to go to 
the city. 

Aunt Polly: (gasping for a min- 
ute) I want you to be brought up 
right, Susan, and to be a comfort 
to your parents. 

Susan: Oh. you're just an 
dear. Aunt Polly. (She goes up and her, and then stands off and 
looks at her) but you are funny ! 
(She laughs roguishly.) Now please 
excuse me for a minute while I look 
at the dinner. (She goes out at 
front right.) 

(Aunt Polly picks up a news- 
paper and sighs. Suddenly the 
telephone bell rings.) 

Aunt Polly: (calling) Susan! 
Susan, there's somebody at the 
front door. (The bell rings again) 

Susan: (coming in laughing, her 
hands covered with flour) It's the 
telephone, Aunt Polly. Would 
you mind answering it? My hands 
are full of dough, (goes out) 

Aunt Polly: Mercy, I didn't real- 
ize you had a telephone. (At tele- 
phone) Hello! Yes. well no, this 
isn't Mrs. Reynolds. This is Mrs. 
Walker speaking. I'm visiting 
Mrs. Reynolds. Yes. you say a man 
has escaped — has escaped — you 
don't mean it! Last night? You 
don't say? And you say he's been 
traced in this direction? Wait a 
minute. Let me get it all straight 
now. You say he wears a striped 



shirt and trousers — without a hat — 
ves, I got that. And what did you 

Fay? Shoes with nails in 'em. 
Most shoes do, don't they? Nails, 
ves, I got it. Well, what can we 
do Central? (blankly.) Ves. yes. 
we'll call you. (hangs up) Susan! 
Susan ! 

(Susan appears in doorway.) 

Artnt Polly: Susan, have you got 
any gun in the house besides that 
old flintlock? 

Susan: Why. we haven't even 
got that. Aunt Polly. 

Aunt Polly: (triumphantly) I 
knew it! Imagine living in the 
country fifty miles from nowhere 
without a ram. But I knew it. 
(She opens up her traveling bag.) 
I was just going to leave when 1 
savs to John, "I'm goin' into a 
lonesome country, and there's no 
tellin' what'll happen. And I'll bet 
they haven't got a gun in the 
house.'' So I come forearmed. I 
guess I know the country. You 
can't tell me. (After diving about 
in the bag she produces a small 

Susan: Look out, Aunt Polly! 
Please don't point it this way. 

Aunt Polly: Oh. you needn't be 
afraid. I know how to handle a 
gun. I was just lookin' to see if 
it was loaded right. 

Susou: But what are you going 
to do with it? 

Aunt Polly: I'm just going to 
put it right here on this window- 
sill in case of any emergency. 
Susan (dramatically) we have just 
been informed by the operator that 
at half past ten o'clock last night 
a man escaped from the state in- 
sane asylum. 

Susan: They always are escap- 
ing. I wouldn't have thought 
there'd be any left by now to es- 

Aunt Polly: And when last seen 
he was headed in this direction ! 

Susan: Did the operator say he 
was on this road ? 

Aunt Polly: He was headed, she 
said, in the general direction of 

Susan: Oh. that's quite differ- 

Aunt Polly: We can't take any 
chances, Susan. She said he was 
wearing a .striped costume without 
a hat, and his shoes had nails that 
show in the bottom. Hog-nails, 
the operator called them ; but 
there's so many kinds of nails — ten 
penny and shingle and clapboard 
and wire and everything — I never 
did pay much attention to 'em. I 
guess it would be clear what they 
were all right. 

Susan: (mischievously) I do 
hope vou'll earn a reward, Aunt 
Polly. ' 

Aunt Polly: It's no joking mat- 
ter, I can tell you. The man is 
criminally insane, and the)- say a 
desperate character. They .say he 
killed a man once. 

Susan-' Supposing he should 
come in now, Aunt Polly, through 
that door there (pointing to the 
hall door opposite) do you know 
wdiat I would do? I would take 
this biscuit — (she moulds up a lump 
of dough that is in her hands and 
holds it up) — and throw it at him 
just like this! (To the horror of 
Aunt Polly she throws the lump 
with considerable dexterity plump 
against the hall door. Then hasti- 
ly picking up the bulk of it she runs 
laughing back into the kitchen.) 

Aunt Polly: (aghast). And to 
think I've just invited her to my 

Susaji: (/eappearing) Never 
fear. Aunt Polly! (She brings in 
a damp cloth and wipes the re- 
mains of the dough from the door 
and floor. I didn't put it in the 
oven! There! It's all clean again. 
I'm sorry, Aunt Polly (she runs up 



and kisses her impulsively), but you 
know we all have to waste more 
or less on practice shots. I'll wag- 
er you've waste! several boxes of 
cartridges on your revolver. 

Aunt Polly: I'm afraid the lotie- 
someness of the country isn't good 
for your ner.ves, my dear. 

Susan (soberl}', beginning to play 
a part) : That's quite true, I sup- 
pose. Do you know, Aunt Polly, 
I often sit here in the twilight, 
looking out at the mountains, as 
they grow shaggy with the darken- 
ing purple of the descending night 
upon their forests, and cry out my 
bitter heart at the loneliness of it 
all. And then, as if in answer to 
me, I hear the call of a whip-poor- 
will or the hoot of an owl. And I 
sit there inconsolable, until sud- 
denly a little star, pops out above 
the mountain. Oh, life is often 
cruel in the country, Aunt Polly. 
I am sure it isn't in the city. 

Aunt Polly: (very much affected) : 
Poor child ! 

Susan : And then there are the 
long winter evenings with (stutter- 
ing for time) - with - as you say - 
with the smelly kerosene lamps. 
And the cold raw mornings when 
one shivers at the pump in the 
yard. Ugh ! (Shivering) but it's 
cold ! I'll wager you haven't wash- 
ed at the pump since vou left here, 
Aunt Polly! 

Aunt Polly: Why, I never did 
such a thing in my life, Susan. 
We always lugged the water into 
the house. 

Susan : (Gasping for time) : Well, 
of course, you can do that if you 
want to ; but as for me, I - I - I 
always preferred the pump ! 

Aunt Polly: Susan Reynolds, you 
donT mean to tell me that you 
wash at the pump in that yard? 
In that yard, in the plain sight of 
everybody ! 

Susan : Well, as you say, Aunt 
Polly, there's hardly ever anybody 
going by! 

Aunt Polly: Well, if that isn't the 
countryfiedest thing ever heard of! 
I'm going right out there now and' 

Susan (Hurriedly and confused- 
ly): Oh, no - no - o! Er- you 
see, the pump has - er - the pump 
is out of order just now. We had 
to take it up. We - we - I'll get 
you some water, Aunt Polly. I'll 
take you right up to the ba - the - 
the - spare room with it. You can 
wash and wash there to your 
heart's content. I should have 
given you the water before. You 
must be quite dusty. Sit right 
down, Aunt Polly. I'll be right 
back. Please sit still. (She fair- 
ly forces her into her chair, runs 
out to the kitchen, and in a minute 
comes back with a pitcher of 
water.) It was quite unforgive- 
able of me. (With the pitcher in 
one hand and the traveling bag in 
the other she goes into the front 
hall, following Aunt Polly). There 
now, let's go right up-stair.s. The 
trains are very dirty, I know. They 
must be. This is, the way up, you 
remember. I do hope everything 
seems quite natural. (The quick- 
ened tones of her voice die away, 
and in an instant arc heard again.) 
There now, I hope you will be com- 
fortable. (She appears in door- 
way, calling back) Aunt Polly! 
If there's anything more you want, 
let me know. (She closes the hall 
door and stands for a moment pon- 
dering.) I wonder what the)- will 
do to me when they find out. But I 
simply couldn't have shown her to 
the bathroom. Some way it didn't 
seem fair. And the poor kerosene 
lamps! (She laughs and skips 
suddenly across the room to the 
switch.) The poor long winter 
evenings with the smell of kero- 
sene! (She switches on and off the 
electric light.) It must have been 
the oil-stove that bothered her. 
That makes me think — (She goes 
out at right to kitchen.) 



(In a moment the door from the 
side porch opens, and Van Deuten 
enters. He is a young- man, bare- 
headed, and is wearing- an athletic 
costume— a coat sweater that re- 
veals underneath a jersey with 
broad blue and white hands, ;diort 
running- pants that have a black 
Mripc on the side, and running 
shoes with half-inch spikes on the 
soles. The shoes force him to 
walk on his heels indoors.) 

Van Deuten: Susan! O Susan- 
girl ! (He hobbles across the floor 
and looks out toward kitchen. Sees 
nobody and closes door.) Won- 
der if they've gone to the Field 
Day. Confound these shoes. 
They're not the thing for cross- 
country. (Kicks them off in mid- 
dle of floor and stands in socks. 
Hesitates, then starts victrola, and 
as the music catches his fancy, be- 
gins to dance. Suddenly notices 
"Betty" and going up to it, kneels 
in mock-heroics, then picks it up 
and dances with it. Suddenly Aunt 
Polly appears in doorway and sees 
him, darts back with muffled ex- 
clamation without being- seen. Van 
Deuten finishes dance, returns 
"Betty" to its position, .stops vic- 
trola, and sits down with sigh to 
read the paper. His back is to the 
hall door, and Aunt Polly reappear.-. 
cautiously and surveys him.) 

Aunt Polly (to herself): Striped 
costume! Bareheaded! And shoes 
with nails in 'em ! (She hesitates 
for a moment and then slips across 
to window, seizes the revolver and 
levels it at Van Deuten's head. Her 
coolness and self-mastery are evi- 
dent as she stands waiting. A- 
ware of something unusual in the 
room, Van Deuten looks around 
and sees her. He overturns chair 
in his excitement and falls to floor.) 

Van Deuten: My God ! 

Aunt Polly: Sit right where you 
are, young man. without swearing! 
I know all about you. (Van 
Deuten attempts to speak.) Not a 

word! Put your hands above your 
head. (Van Deuten obeys quick- 
ly. ) Have you a hat? 

Van Deuten (amazed): No, but my 
dear woman — 

Aunt Polly (threatening with the 
revolver): Not a word! I thought 
not! You have no hat! You ad- 
mit that. You wear a striped cos- 
tume; anybody can see it's a crazy 
costume. You cannot deny that. 
Your shoes have nails in them. 
Crazy sort of nails. And you have 
the face of a criminally insane per- 
son if I ever saw one in my life! 

Van Deuten: There is some mis — 

Aunt Polly: (Towering and threat- 
ening with the revolver) Not an- 
other word. I won't stand for it. 
I will shoot at the slightest provo- 
cation. I wll shoot unless you obey 
me instantly. Do you understand 
that, young man? Answer me, 
yes or no. Do you understand 

Van Deuten (aghast): Yes, I un- 

Aunt Polly: You will — (She hesi- 
tates, then moves around room with 
revolver kept pointed at Van 
Deuten's head until she reaches 
the door of the cupboard at left 
rear. Opens door dramatically) 
You will please to go in there at 
once. Hurry. (Van Heuten obeys 
hobbling.) Now if I hear a yip 
from you, young man, or the slight- 
est noise, I will shoot through the 
door. Do you understand? (Van 
Deuten is silent.) Answer me, 
yes or no. Do you understand 
that I will shoot?" 

Van Deuten (Hopelessly): Yes. 
(She closes the door with a bang 
and locks it.) 

Aunt Polly: I must telephone to 
the authorities. (Accent on the it) 
(She hurries to the telephone, takes 
down the receiver and waits ex- 
pecting" the operator to answer.) 
Hello! Hello! 1 never saw such 
a place. I suppose the Central is 
out feeding the chickens! Hello, I 



say! (She jigs the receiver-hook 
up and down. ) Hello ! 

Van Dcute.n .(From the cupboard): 
You'd better ring the bell, madam. 

Aunt Polly: Don't let me hear 
another word from you, do you 
hear? (Sees bells on box and tries 
to hit them together.) 1 never 
heard of such an arrangement. 
How do you ring this bell anyway? 
Imagine having a telephone like 
this! (Addressing the cupboard) 
How do you ring the bell? (Xo 
answer) (Louder) I say, how do 
you ring the bell? Are you deaf? 

Van Dcvtcn: You requested me 
to be silent, madam, and I shall 
steadfastly refrain from answering. 

Aunt Foily: Answer me at once, 
or I will shoot. Do you hear? 

Van Dcuten: You will have to 
shoot then. This is a principle, 
and I may as well die for it. 

Aunt Polly (In 'despair finds knob 
and rings): Operator! This is 
Mrs. Walker talking. I want 
Emergency ! Emergency ! Don't 
you understand? E-mer-gen-c\ ! 
What kind of a place is this? Oh, 
you're emergency too. Yes, I said 
this is Mrs. Walker talking. Mrs. 
Walker, yes. at the Reynolds farm. 
I want you to inform the proper 
authorities that 1 have captured the 
man they are hunting for single- 
handed. And that lie is at present 
in my persession. Yes, that's what 
I said, in my persession. I want 
them to come and get him at once. 
At once ! Rightaway. do you un- 
derstand ? Thank you ! Oh, it was 
nothing at all. It was very simple! 

Van Dcttten: (Echoing): Yes, 
quite simple! 

Aunt Polly (Hanging up the re- 
ceiver) : Susan ! O Susan ! (She 
opens the door to the kitchen and 
calls loudly.) Well, where have 
you been? (Susan appears) Sus- 
an, I've caught him, do you under- 
stand ? 

Susan (Eyeing the revolver) : 
Caught whom? 

Aunt Polly (Waving the revolv- 
er): The man who escaped! And 
I've got him locked up right over 
there in that cupboard ! 

Susan: You don't say, Aunt 
Polly! How jolly! 
■ Van Dcuten: Yes, very jolly! 

(Susan starts at the sound of the 

Aunt Polly: Don't you let me 
hear a yip from you again, young 
m a n ! D o y o u unde r.s t a n d ? (Sh e 
waves the revolver) Or 1 will 
'shoot! The idea of his mocking 
us ! 

Susan (Running up to her and 
whispering) : Oh, do be careful, 
Aunt Polly! It might go off. Tell 
me, what does he look like? 

Aunt Polly: Oh, you'd know the 
instant you saw him that he's an 
escaped lunatic. (Groans from the 
the closet) Striped shirt and 
trousers and no hat, and great nails 
as long as that in his shoes. And 
his face — you ought to see his face ! 
He looks like a criminally insane 
person if I ever saw one. (Moans 
from the cupboard) Imagine! — 
When I came down the stairs, he 
was dancing around with that im- 
modest thing in his arms ! (Points 
to Betty) 

Susan: Say, you're a brick. Aunt 
Polly! Y'ou're a heroine! Did he 
struggle at all? 

Aunt Polly: How could he? In 
an instant 1 had the revolver at his 
head. "If you move a muscle," 
I says, "your brains'll never give 
the world any more trouble!" And 
he wasn't so crazy but what he un- 
derstood that ! 

Susan: Oh dear! I'm so sorry! 
Oh, what a vexatious thing! 

Aunt Polly: What do you mean, 
child? What is there to be sorry 
about? I'd like to know. I guess 
you'd have been sorry if it hadn't 
been for me ! 

Susan: Oh, what a vexatious 
thing! If 1 had only been here — 
Just think! — I could have thrown 



the dough-ball right at him in 

earnest! Wouldn't it have been 
Aunt Polly: 1 hope it will be a 

lesson to the entire family never to 
stay another night in this house 
without a loaded revolver. 

Susan: I really think hereafter 
we'll make father carry one when 
he goes out to milk the cows. 

■ Aunt Polly (Pacing up and down 
the floor) : I telephoned the au- 
thorities and I expect they'll be 
here for him most anytime now. 
I hope so ! 

Susan: Now, Aunt Polly, yon 
ought to know the country authori- 
ties better than that. 

Aunt Polly (In a low tone): I 
shall want to change my dress be- 
fore they come, Susan. I should 
hate to have them find me like 
this. So I" want you to take this 
revolver, Susan, and stand here on 
guard. (She hands her the re- 
volver which Susan takes ginger- 
ly.) The door is securely locked, 
and he has strict orders not to move 
in the slightest degree. If he does, 
call me at once. Be very careful 
of the revolver. I always hate to 
see anybody use one who ain't used 
to it. 

Susan: Oh. I quite understand. 
You needn't have the slightest fear. 

(Aunt Polly goes out at left 
front. Susan follows her to the 
door and listens until she is sure 
Aunt Polly is on the! stairs. Then 
she struggles with the revolver un- 
til she has opened- the barrel, when 
she picks care the cartridges one by 
one and hides them under a pillow 
on the sofa.) 

Susan: There! That's much 
safer. (She then strides tip toward 
the cupboard door and levels the 
weapon at it.) Hello, the cup- 
board ! 

J\m Dcu ten: Susan, open up, will 
you? That's a good girl! I've 
played 'coop' here about long 

Susan: So it was Dick! (Ad- 
dressing him) I understand, sir, 
that you pre a very desperate char- 

/ 'an Deutcn: Susan ! 

Susan: That you are a criminal, 
and that (snorting with glee) one 
has only to see your face to know 
at once — 

Van Deuten: Wait till I catch 
you ! 

Susan: To know at once that 
you are an escaped lunatic! 

Van Deuten: I'll make you sorry 
for this! 

Susan: Not a word in there! 
Xot a yip from you, young man, or 
your brains will spatter the cup- 
board ! Do you understand that 
you are a prisoner? (Chortling) A 
prisoner? Answer me! 

Van Deuten: I've done nothing 
for the last half hour but answer 
bullying women like a school-boy! 

Susan: It was high time that 
somebody took you in hand, young 
man. I have known that for 


Van Deuten: Oh, I say, Susan, 
I want some air and sunlight in my 

Susan: You are absolutely and 
indisputably in my power, and you 
have no recourse. (She taps on 
the door with the revolver.) 1 
know from past observations of you 
that you won't even start a hun- 

Van Deutcn: If you don't let 
me out, I shall make it known pub- 
licly that this utter fool of a woman 
is a relative of yours. 

Susan: Oh. 1 should love to 
hear you when you make it 
known publicly. I can just hear 
you at the postoffice of an even- 
ing. (Mocking) "Here, was I, 
Dick Van Deuten. the artist, out 
for "me daily trot" after a morn- 
ing's hard work with the brush. I 
was wearing my running costume — 
nothing crazy about the costume, 
gentlemen, 1 submit — when all of 



a sudden a perfect fool of a woman 
holds me up with a revolver and 
assures me that I am an escaped 
lunatic. What utter rot. gentle- 
men ! She is from the city, a rela- 
tive of the Reynolds fairly, which 
of course tells you what an ass she 
must he. And this woman, after 
insulting me and repeatedly declar- 
ing that my features belong to the 
criminal type, this woman locks me 
up, gentlemen, at the point of a 
revolver. Locks me up in the cup- 
board, gentlemen ! Of course it is 
obvious that the whole affair is 
preposterous and that the Reynolds' 
and all their relatives are perfect 
asses." What sympathy will be 
aroused among the people waiting 
for their mail! I fairly weep! 

Van Dcntcn: You hyena-woman! 
(Pounds on the door) 

Susan: Oh. but vengeance is 
sweet! And now shall we have a 
look at the prisoner, or shall we 
keep him in confinement until the 
authorities arrive? (She rattles 
the lock as if unlocking it, while 
Van Deuten thumps on the other 
side of the door.) Xot just yet, 
young man. The opportunity is 
too glorious not to prolong it. Do 
you forswear all vengeance? 

Van Deuten: 1*11 be hanged if I 

Susan: Half an hour longer then ! 
Do you confess your crimes? 

Van Deuten: Xo. but I confess 
my criminal intentions. 

Suscn: Two hours longer then. 
Do you admit your lunacy? 

1'an Deuten: Yes, willingly. 

Susan: Then, as is the custom in 
this country, we will give you 
freedom. (She unlocks the door 
and Van Deuten hobbles out. 
Susan is convulsed with laughter. 
Van Deuten blinks at the light and 
holds aloft a jar of jam he has 
taken from the cupboard.) 

Van Deuten: Who said hunger- 

Susan: Oh, what an obvious 

criminal! Notice the striped cos- 
tume with its murderous shoes. 
Mark closely- the hard lines on tin- 
face, the meager brain capacity, 
and the low slanting forehead 1 

Van Deuten: Susan, I'm nearly 
famished ! All this has come cm top 
of a five-mile run. I went over to 
Rumney and back across the pas- 
tures in 55 minutes todav. 

Susan: Poor 


him some tea right away! (She 
goes out to kitchen.) 

Van Deuten: (Opening up the jam 
and sniffing) Now a feller might 
enjoy himself, I should say, pro- 
vided that she-loon stays upstairs. 
And provided we're not visited by 
the authorities ! So she's from the 
city! The most fragrant Reubs 
I've ever seen hailed from some 
side-street in Boston or New York! 
(Seeing the revolver which Susan 
has laid down.) By the way, why 
shouldn't I make her- stay upstairs? 
(He thinks for a minute while the 
idea grows and then steps with de- 
termination to the hall door, opens 
it and growls loudly) Er-err-r! 
woman, you move a step at your 
peril ! Prepare to di-ie. I have cut 
the jugular veins of three black 
calves, and now I shall seek the 
old cow herself ! Er-er-rr-r ! 

(Loud screams are heard from 
upstairs. Susan rushes in from 

Susan: Dick! You'll give her 
hysterics! (She pushes him aside 
and calls) It's all right, Aunt Polly! 
1 have him completely in control. 
It'.s perfectly safe. (To Wan Deu- 
ten dubiously) I think she's com- 
ing down. 

Van Deuten: I've a good mind to 
take the gun and drive her into the 
cupboard just to show her what its 

Susan: You'll do no such thing! 

(lie beats her to the table, 
snatches up the revolver and covers 
Aunt Polly as she enters.) 

Van Deuten: Er-r-r ! Not a 



word there! Into the cupboard 
with you ! 

(There arc wild shrieks. Susan 
chases Van Deuten about the room, 
crying. "It isn't loaded. Aunt Polly ! 
Don't be afraid!" Van Deuten 
keeps up a mock growling which 
quiets as he finally allows Susan to 
take the revolver away from him.) 

Susan: There's really nothing to 
fear. You sec I let him out! 

Aunt Polly: You let him out! 

Susan (thinking hard): Yes, you 
see I — 1 had to get the tea things. 
We have to serve tea at four o'clock. 
you know, every afternoon ! 

Aunt Polly (Her attention dis- 
tracted from Van Deuten by this 
remark): Serve tea! You don't 
mean you serve tea out here in the 
country ! 

Susan (Opening the door to kit- 
chen and pulling out the tea 
wagon) : Yes, we have to relieve 
the country life, you know, as much 
as we can, so we always have a cup 
just before we do the milking. 

Aunt Polly: Well, I never! 

Van Deuten: You've no idea how- 
much easier it makes the milking! 

Aunt Polly: And you have a real 
tea-wagon ! 

Susan: I made it myself. Not 
bad, is it? (She pours the tea.) 

Aunt Polly: I feel awfully kind 
of funny! 

Susan: You mustn't mind him 
(nodding at Van Deuten.) As 
soon as I saw him, you know, I 
recognized him. 

Aunt Polly: You don't mean it! 

Susan: Yes, he used to live up 
this way. I'll introduce him to you. 
Let me make you better acquaint- 
ed with Air. Van Deuten, Mrs. 

Van Deuten (bowing) : I hope 
we're quite. 

Aunt Polly (Acknowledging the 
introduction wide-eyed, but unable 
to address him) : But what did he 
mean when he shouted like that? 

Susan: Oh, he just has fits of 
talking in that way. It doesn't 
mean anything, but it gave him an 
awfully bad reputation. 

Aunt Polly: I should think it 

Susan: Sit down now, Mr. Van 
Deuten. and enjoy your tea. (Wan 
Deuten glares at her. but the temp- 
tation to obey is too great, and he 
sits down in the lounge-chair where 
he devours the sandwiches and 
cakes hungrily.) (To Aunt Polly) 
Yes, it's a sad story. Til tell it to 
you. (Whispers) You know he is 
the descendant of a very famous 
Dutch family. 

Aunt Polly: You don't mean it. 

Susan: Yes, one of the original 

Aunt Polly: I thought he looked 
kind of dark-complected! 

Susan: He used to live over 
here in the valley on the Kearsarge 
road : but it got him in the end. 

Aunt Polly: What do you mean? 
What got him ? 

Susan: Oh. the loneliness of Xew 
Hampshire life! The bleak, de- 
serted hills ! And the utter and be- 
wildering loneliness! 

Aunt Polly: Poor fellow! 

Susan: He used to shell beans 
for instance until eleven o'clock at 
night just for the sociability of it. 
And at three o'clock in the morning 
he used to tell me, it was such a 
relief to meet the cows again! All 
day long he used to hoe the weary 
rows of corn without meeting even 
the postman. And in the winter 
the unending stretches of dazzling 
white snow maddened him so that 
when he met a man one day. he 
didn't know how to behave and so 
he killed him. (Van Deuten's face 
is a study during this recital.) 

Aunt Polly: How little we realize 
tragedies like that in the city! 

Van Deuten: I was in the city 
once, but I shall never be able to go 


Aunt Polly: Isn't it pathetic? hitps you can still be a useful citi- 

Really, my dear. when I think of zen. Run! 

his sufferings, I can hardly make Van Dcutcn (Going): Madam, I 

up my mind to turn, him over to shall always remember you in my 

the police. Perhaps if he only had prayers. (Exit) 

a few months of real living in the Aunt Polly (Closing- the door be- 

city. he would recover, hind him): Tell them he got away 

Susan: That's what the doctor from us, Susan. Tell them he took 

said. the other road, down through the 

Aunt Polly: You don't mean it? pasture. 

The doctor said that? (The honk Susan (Looking out of the win- 

of an automobile is heard in the dow) : Why, it wasn't the police, 

yard. Aunt Polly starts up.) Aunt Polly"! It's Mother and Dad 

Here they are now after him. back from the Field Day! 

Quick, young man! There is only Aunt Polly: Your mother and 

a minute! (She fairly raises him father! You don't mean that yoit 

by the sweater collar.) Take that own a motor? 

door and run for your life. (He Susan: Why yes. Aunt Polly, 

slips his .shoes on some way as she Nearly every farmer has one now- 

hurries him toward the front door.) adays. You see, we have to have 

Hide in the woods; and if you can to have something to relieve the 

only get to the city, inquire for the. terrible loneliness of country life! 

\ . M. C. A. They will give you a (Curtain) 
bed and take care of you. ' Per- 


By Elizabeth Hope Gordon 

"Come into the woods," call the pipes of Pan, 

"Come into the fields and play." 
Shrill and sweet on the wind float the notes to me, 

"Come into the woods," they say. 

"Afar by the brook lies your childhood, lost 

With the coming of care and of pain; 
If you pass through green cresses and over the moss, 

You may be as a chd.d again. 

"For the new baby leaves are unfolding their hands, 

With wee wrinkled palms outspread; 
The arbutus breath is astir on the breeze; 

In the swamp maple torches flame red. 

"So come to the woods with the soul of a child, 

Come into the woods away. 
See. the soft grasses bow to Pan's twinkling feet — " 

Ah, the lure of the pipes that play! 



By Fanny Runnelh Poole 

In East Haverhill. New Hamp- 
shire, is a thrifty white farmhouse 
within view of the picturesque 
Moosilaivke where Guy Richardson 
was born about forty-five years ago. 
After a few years, his father, George 
W. Richardson, who had served 
four years in the Civil War, moved 
to the village, keeping the general 
store thirty years, the post office 
sixteen years, and twice represent- 
ing Haverhill in the State Legisla- 

His mother, Ellen Ruddick Rich- 
ardson, a native of St. John. N. B.. 
was twenty years president of the 
W. C. T. U. of New Hampshire, 
ah o a member of many charitable, 
patriotic and religious societies, 
much sought as a public speaker, 
greatly valued as a friend. It is an 
ideal childhood that Mr. Richard- 
son recalls, when his love of liter- 
ature and natural history was en- 
couraged by helpful parents. Mrs. 
Richardson died in March. 1919. 
The father, active in the G. A. R., 
lives at Concord, N. H. "No one 
could have chosen his parents with 
greater discretion," as Miss Betham- 
Edwards loves to quote in her 
"Mid- Victorian Memories." 

When Guy was a little boy he 
had a unique library, a printing 
press from which issued a family 
paper replete with vivid observation 
and imagination. 

I thought of those early years 
when I listened, last January 16th, 
to his lecture, "The Love of Ani- 
mals," in the crowded hall of the 
Boston Public Library. I follow- 
ed the student, eager to improve 
his time, completing the college 
preparatory course at Tilton Semi- 
nary in 1892, gaining his A. B. at 
the College of Liberal Arts, Bos- 
ton University, in 1897. After ex- 
perience on the staff of several New 

England newspapers, it was the 
natural outcome that George T. 
Angel! should choose him his as- 
sociate in editing Our Dumb Animals, 
also secretary both of The Ameri- 
can Humane Society and the Mass- 
achusetts S. P. C. A. After the 
death of Pres. Angell in March, 
1909, he became chief editor of 
Our Dumb Animals, the first and 
largest-circulated periodical of its 
kind in the world. Mr. Richardson 
has studied the treatment of ani- 
mals in European countries ; has 
appeared before Chautauquan as- 
semblies and man}' humane socie- 
ties here and in England. Ever 
seeking new channels for his tire- 
less researches, he is concerned 
with forces that construct and up- 
lift, as shown in his editorials. His 
pet hobby is the success of the Jack 
London Club which now numbers 
176,093 members. 

In 1915, Mr. Richardson was ap- 
pointed Division Commander of 
the Sons of Veterans, U. S. A. of 
Massachusetts, in 1917 chosen 
National Patriotic Instructor of the 
Order, being much in request for 
Grand Army addresses. This year 
he was Memorial Dav speaker in 
Leominster, Mass. He is editing 
many books for the Humane So- 
ciety ; is one of the promoters of 
the'national BE KIND TO ANI- 
MALS WEEK, observed this vear. 
April 11-16, and HUMANE SUN- 
DAY, observed April 17th for the 
seventh time. In a recent week he 
gave five lectures in Massachusetts 
schools. A thorough worker, Mr. 
Richardson is a worthy kinsman of 
his uncle, William Ruddick, M. D., 
late of South Boston, whose liberal 
sympathies and active charities are 
so well remembered. 

In reading Our Dumb Animals 
one is glad to note an underlying 




Guv Richardson 


fondness for the best in literature. All early in the Maytime when daylight 

One finds few editors, emerging comes at tour, 

from the incoming tide of verse, We blessed the hawthorn blossom that 

who have the courage to confess welcomed us ashore. 

a real love for poetry; hill just the O beautiful in this living that passes like 

ether day our editor introduced the foam 

me to these delightful lines fr; m It is to go with sorrow yet come with 

"Enchanted'' by John Masefield, beauty home. 

one of his favorite modern masters This love for nature and poetic 

of verse: values is entered into by Mrs. 

O beautiful is love and to be free Richardson, formerly Miss Nina L. 

Is beautiful, and beautiful are friends. Jaynes of Everett, whom he hist 

Love, freedom, comrades, surely make met in the Massachusetts S. P. C. 

amends A. offices, and who is an enthusias- 

For all those thorns through which, we tic companion in her husband's 

walk to death. travels and studies. Their home is 

God let us breathe your beauty with our in Robimvood avenue, Jamaica 

breath ! Plain. 


By George A. Faster 

I've had a gift, a precious boon. 
From Heaven it came to me, 
As fragrant as the breath of June 
Beside the Summer sea. 

She brings me peace and vast content 
.This little baby girl. 
Before she came, my steps were bent 
Upon a giddy whirl. 

Now I'll not ask for greater gifts 
Than her soft hands in mine; 
And when her gaze to me she lifts 
'Tis like a look divine. 

My baby! Ah. what magic lies 
Within those words concealed. 
'Tis like a bit of Paradise 
That's just to me revealed. 

I've had a gift, a precious boon, 
From Heaven it came to me, 
As fragrant as the breath of June 
Beside the Summer sea. 



By T. Wise Chi 

We were on our way to the 

World's St vies. I was located then 
in the East, where the people liter- 
ally lived on baseball: — morning, 
noon and night, it was the food for 
conversation at every meal. Any 
of the Big League stars could have 
been elected mayor oi the city for 
life if one decided to live there. 

In the Sunset League .series that 
year, the race was nip and tuck. 
'Winter hung on and, made the 
opening late, but after they once- 
got going, every afternoon found 
on the average a thousand fans 
gathered at the playground. They 
were great family gatherings with 
bankers brushing against stone-cut- 
ters, and lawyers, ministers, doc- 
tors, merchants and shop-workers 
all mingling together, shouting as 
with one voice, and holding their 
breath when old Bill Sullivan slid 
into second. There's nothing like 
it on this planet. It is democracy 
at its best. 

There were six teams in the race 
that year: — the Green-Legs, the 
Crescents; the Independents, the 
All Stars: the Walkovers; the 
Wanderers. At the middle of the 
season, they were fighting it out 
with only four games separating the 
Green-Legs who were in the lead 
and the Wanderers who occupied 
the cellar position. Then sudden- 
ly things began to stir. Under 
the guidance of a new comer among 
us the Wanderers climbed up the 
ladder and fought like Trojans to 
go into the lead. This new leader 
was a lame, but well-built fellow 
who gave his services to the Wan- 
derers as coach. His name was 
Bill Randall. The team fielded like 
lightning; the members played like 
lads who were born on a diamond. 
Then came the day when after a 
hard twelve inning game with the 

Green Legs, the Wanderers came 
through and won the pennant. 

Early in the season, I ottered to 
take as my guest to the World's 
Series, the captain of the winning 
team. The Wanderers insisted 
that Randall go, so that's how it 
came about that we were bowling 
over the roads to the Middle West 
on what 1 believe will remain for- 
ever the trip of my life. 

We planned our journey so that 
we would pass through Randall's 
home town up in the shadows of 
the Adirondack Mountains. He 
told me that he wished to see his 
mother. But — I did most of the 
visiting with her while he went 
walking in a woody place with a 
girl he adored. His mother was a 
white-haired woman who loved to 
tell of the time when the woods 
were filled with deer, and the bear 
and her cubs came often into the 
raspberry patch ; of the time when 
Rill's father tramped four days 
and three nights on snowshoes 
over the crusted snows lost in the 
big woods on the other side of the 
mountain. She told me of the 
great-grandfather of Bill, a pioneer 
who, with his young bride, plodded 
over the trail from Concord, New- 
Hampshire to Fort Dummer now 
called Brattleboro, Vermont. The 
trail was a mere bridle path then, 
and every now and then the pioneer 
was compelled to stop and blaze 
the trail anew. As she told me the 
story I could see that ever-increas- 
ing procession as it came over the 
snows of Winter and under the 
blue skies of Summer forever 
journeying on toward the Land of 
the Sunset. She told me how when 
they reached the winding Connecti- 
cut River, they learned of the going 
North of Eleazer Wheelock with 
his two companions and laborers, 



who were pushing their way ttp in- 
to the hills to lay the foundations 
of Dartmouth College. When the 
young bride of sixteen summers 
heard the wives of the settlers tell 
how Madame Wheelock had fol- 
lowed her husband a few weeks 
later and had gone on toward the 
North, the flame of the pioneer 
spirit was kindled anew within her 
and she was ready to eross over 
with hei husband to the shore of 
Lake Champlain. 

"Do von know." Bill's mother 
said. "William gets something be- 
sides his red hair from his great- 
grandmother. From her he in- 
herits that persevering spirit that 
helped the college win last spring." 

Perseverance — why. that must 
have been his middle name. "Never 
say die" was his motto. But this. 
mention of winning a college game 
was news to me. so 1 asked for the 

The little white-haired lady pok- 
ed the logs together on the and- 
irons and then sat with hands fold- 
ed on her little lace apron while 
her mind went back over the old 
worn trail of memory, living again 
in the days that had gone. At 
length, she turned and asked, "Are 
you tired?" And then, after I re- 
plied in the negative, her face shone 
as she said, "I love to let my mind 
go wandering in the green pastures 
of memory." Her heart was over- 
flowing with ? great joy, and I — 
well, I just couldn't wait tor her 
to go on! The fire sent up a show- 
er of sparks, while the cat arose, 
arched its back, climbed tip on the 
sofa and resumed its nap that it 
had begun on the braided rug in 
front of the fireplace. Then out of 
the past, Bill's mother told me this 

story . 

* * * • * 

It was in the Fall of 1918. about 
the middle of November, when the 
lads were beginning to come back 

from France, and America was cele- 
brating the signing of the Armis- 
tice. Up at the college on the 
hill. Professor Moore entered the 
office of Dr. Rice, the genial Presi- 
dent of the Grasse University. The 
white haired President. whose 
troubles were legion, glanced up 
and asked, "What is it now. Pro- 
fessor? No more pacifists on the 
faculty ? 

"Worse than that, doctor. Here 
is a letter from the State College 
expressing their desire not to ar- 
range any more baseball games 
with us. Their reason is that of 
late our teams have failed to come 
up to the standard." 

"But our boys have left college 
to go to France ! How can we have 
patriotic students and athletic 
teams at the same time? I know 
there has been an ebb in our activi- 
ties. Let me see. This makes the 
fourth college to drop us. does it 
not?" The president sighed as he 
thought of the time when the col- 
lege was well represented on the 
athletic field ; of the time when the 
college of the North Country sent 
its basket ball team on a trip to 
the big cities and came back with 
a clean slate and a record of nine 
games won and none lost ; of the 
time when the football team went 
down to the larger colleges and by 
their lightning aerial game together 
with pluck and fight swept the 
heavier opponents oil their feet. 
This ebb in the athletic reputation 
of the college came as a heavy 
blow, but nevertheless, he met it 
with courage and hope. 

"You still have that game 
scheduled with Franklin?" 

"Yes, but we'll never beat that 
team. Why they were the best in 
the East last year. They are play- 
ing us only for practice." 

"I hope they get it," replied the 
president, as he stepped one side 
while the other passed out. 



Those were hard lean years at 
the smaller colleges — those years 
during the World War. Pro-Ger- 
manism and Bolshevism stretched 
forth their poisonous fangs. Fac- 
ulty members were bitten and im- 
mediately they forgot their fore- 
father.- and the ideals of America. 
The students listened to the call of 
their country and straightway left 
the class-rooms for the training 
camps and then France and then — 
Well, some have come back, but 
many of them will never return to 
tell of their ventures over there. 
It was of the lads who had gone 
over that Dr. Rice was thinking as 
he walked down University Avenue 
one day in the early Spring of 1919. 
There was a touch of summer in 
the air; the sap had rushed to the 
tip of every living thing: buds were 
bursting and birds were singing, 
for it was Spring. And what is so 
rare as a spring day in the North 
Country? Yonder is the winding 
river, up which you may paddle ten 
miles in a canoe to the Falls, and 
then a short "carry" — and then — 
trout ! — great. leaping, beautiful 
rainbow trout ! Beyond are the 
mountains now purple in the morn- 
ing sun and then gray before the 
coming rain, with patches of snow 
still glistening here and there. 

As he turned the corner on to 
Middle Street, the president came 
face to face with William Randall, 
who hobbled along with the aid of 
a cane. Dr. Rice stopped, put his 
arm around the veteran's shoulder 
as he said. "Pdess you, coach, I am 
glad to welcome you back. When 
did you arrive? We didn't know 
you were on the way home, or we 
would have been at the station to 
give you the royal welcome that you 
deserve." The venerable university 
president was not ashamed of the 
tears that welled up in his eyes. 

Randall, six feet two in his stock- 
ings, in the olive-drab uniform of 
the twentv-sixth division with the 

immortal YD on the shoulder, re- 
plied, "1 came just as soon as I 
could. I had enough of LaRelle 
France. Thought I was coming 
on the Mount Vernon which is 
booked to sail from Brest today, 
but T met Dr. Slocum there and lie 
fixed it so that 1 came back on the 
President Grant and landed in Bos- 
ton three days ago. I then went 
to Aver, got rid of the cooties and 
then came here just as fast as that 
train would bring me." 

A moment's silence. Each had 
his own thoughts. It was Dr. Rice 
who spoke first. 

"Tell me have you seen any of 
our boys over there?" 

"I saw Miller and Joyce at Brest, 
ran into Cousins at St. Mihiel. 
Was with Brigham after Chateau 
Thierry. He went over with the 
first bunch as a private. When 
they found out he was a theologue, 
they gave him a commission and 
made him a chaplain. And, believe 
me, he was in there all the time. 
No S. O. S. for him, I'll tell the 
world ! He buried men all day 
long after that fight there in the 

"Ah, we're proud of you, proud of 
you all. You have lived up to all 
of the finest traditions of the col- 
lege and that is more than all the 
athletic victories in the world. 
Even though we have been dropped 
from the schedules of every college 
but Franklin, we have the great 
satisfaction of knowing that our 
boys have been loyal to the flag." 

"What's that — — ? Been drop- 
ped ? You don't mean they've 

cut us oft?" 

"Yes. Our former rivals refuse 
to plav us because our teams have 
fallen below the standard these last 
two years. But now that you shall 
be back to coach us, I know that 
our teams will improve." 

The two walked along together 
in silence. When they arrived at 
the Administration Building Dr. 



Rice stopped. "I have a conference 
In a few moments. If I can be of 
any service to yon do not hesitate 
lo call upon me. Good luck to yon 
and God bless yon. I am glad that 
v..m art* home again. Your coming 
nas taken a heavy load off my 

Hilda Newcombe sat idly dream- 
ing- in her dormitory window when 
t'at coach hobbled past her line of 
vision. She jumped up and ran 
out into the hall shouting. "The 
coach's come! the coach's come!'' — 
The result of which was that a few 
minutes later, five hundred boys 
and girls stood shouting outside 
the door of the gymnasium de- 
manding a sight of the returned 

"Altogether, now. the long cheer 
for the coach ! Let er g;o — one, 
two, three—- — !" shouted Curtis, the 
cheer leader. The response was be- 
yond description. 

"Speech, speech !" 

Randall knew that he must re- 
spond. So he ran his fingers 
nervously through his red hair and 
said in his characteristic style, 
"What do you mean, speech? I'm 
glad to get back to this man's 
town. Glad to get back to this 
gym. Prexy just told me that 
we're up against it for athletes. 
Now, I want every mother's son to 
get the spirit of this college into 
them and report at the held this 
afternoon for baseball. We have 
only one game on our schedule and 
we must win it. You girls see 
that they get here. Will you? 
That's all for now ! Glad I'm 

Curtis held up his hand for 
silence and then said, "That's what 
we want — the old spirit, that go- 
get-em spirit. We're glad you are 
hack, coach, to give it to us." Then 
turning, he said, "All together 
nof, let's sing — 'Oh Rah for the 
Scarlet, Rah for the Brown !'" They 
did. And as the old refrain echoed 

and re-echoed across the campus, 
the old spirit was born anew. 
Then and there was a resurrection 
of the life that had been passing 
away. It was the dawning of a 
new morning for the college on the 
hill. But it was not until the fifth 
day of June that the sun broke 
through the clouds and the day 
stretched into noon. 

April and May came and went. 
All the while Coach Randall was 
endeavoring to hammer into shape 
a team that would win that one 
game on the schedule, the game 
with Franklin on June fifth. It was 
to be one of the events of Com- 
mencement Week. The one desire 
of the coach was to bring joy into 
the life of the President of the 
University by winning- that game. 
Chances for victory looked very 
slim at first. After the first few 
days of practice, Turnbull, who, un- 
heralded and unsung, had come 
over from Xew Hampshire, showed 
promise of developing into a good 
pitcher. Under the skilful tutelage 
of Randall, "Turn," as the fellows 
called him. developed into a phe- 
nomenal twirler, so much so that 
even the coach found difficulty in 
getting a hit oft his delivery. His 
curve was a beauty, with a hook 
on it that fooled the coach nearly 
every time; his fast ball came down 
the groove like a marble ; while his 
slow ball was the most tantalizing 
of all things. Around this pitcher 
Randall had developed a team with 
a stonewall defense — but on the of- 
fense—well, the team wasn't there 
— that's all. 

On the night before the game, 
after the fellows had retired to 
their rooms after the smoke talk at 
which Prexy and the coach and the 
captain had endeavored to instill 
courage and confidence into the 
students. Dick Raird and George 
Griffin, both of whom played on 
the star nine of '12 and who had 
come back to help out in the last 



week of practice, were sitting in 
their room discussing the pros- 

"I hate to say it, Dick, but it looks 
to me like a ten to one shot that 
we lose tomorrow. We won't get 
beaten by a large score for 1 don't 
believe Franklin'll be able to hit 
TnrnhuH but we've got no hitters 
on our team and you can't win 
baseball games without hitters. 
Not a fellow on that team can hit 
anything but a straight ball. Oh. 
if we only had Jewell and Stone and 
Calder we'd win in a walk. As it is 
I can't see any light.'' 

Baird had risen during Griffin's 
little outburst and stood gazing at 
the picture of Steve Jewell that 
hung on the Avail over the fireplace. 
But Jewell could not come back, 
only in memory. His was the star 
that had turned to gold on the 
service flag. Turning he said, 
"Cheer up, old fellow, something 
may happen yet. You never can 
tell. Remember that time we al- 
most won that game from Franklin, 
when Larry Joyce dropped a fly in 
the field and then Bugbee busted 
that outshoot of mine and sent it 
clear over the wall?" 

"Do I? Well I'll say I do! 
Never'll forget' it ! Coach kept 
.saying 'keep em close/ Then in 
the seventh Bugbee hit one of those 
close ones, so when he came up 
with Joyce on second, I called for 
an out and you pitched it but the 
ball never reached me. I don't be- 
lieve anyone ever found it. The 
last I saw of it, it was going south 
west and climbing all the time! 
Ever since then I've been keen for 
obeying orders." 

Baird walked over to the win- 
dow and looked out on the campus. 
Some kind-hearted fellow had ar- 
ranged things so that Dick could 
have his old room again. There 
was the Phi Sig house just across 
the way. He listened and he heard 
the old familiar, "Carrv Me Back to 

Old Virginia," as some impulsive 
under-grads went rolicking by be- 
neath his window; he heard th< 
old calls and yells and cries from 
the lads who were making the old 
campus ring with their laughtei on 
this last night before vacation; he 
heard the co-eds away off in tin- 
distance at the Delta House sing- 
ing that rousing, stimulating song 

that recalled pleasant memories 

"Oh rah for the scarlet, rah for the brown. 

Rah for old Grasse College, rah! 

We'll pour forth our praise for dear 

Alma Mater, 
Rah for old Grasse College, Rah, Rah, 

Rah ! n 

It was the old, familiar night be- 
fore, when every alumnus and 
ever}- undergraduate could think of 
but one thing and that — victory 
over Franklin. What though, the 
prospects were not bright for vic- 
tory, the students were all loyal to 
the last degree. 

"Gee, Dick, the old spirit's alive 
again — listen." And they sat there 
in the moonlight far into the night 
thinking of the days of long ago. 
They both travelled that night over 
the trail of memory and drank deep 
at the bubbling springs on the way. 
At length they tumbled into bed. 

June fifth dawned bright and 
fair. A cloudless sky and a large 
number of returned alumni served 
to hearten the men. 

At one thirty, the Franklin team 
trotted on to the field and limber- 
ed up for the game. In a joking, 
carefree manner they expressed by 
their every act the confidence which 
they felt.' 

At one forty-five, the college team 
ran on to the field and at once began 
to warm up for the contest. Ran- 
dall was everywhere, speaking 
words of encouragement to his 
nervous men. "Steady there, 
steady, Blake — all set now, get this 
one — man on first — double it up — 
quick f And then he drove the 
ball down toward third base. Blake 



scooped it up and threw to Jones 
at second, who, turning as he 
caught the ball, threw with the 

same motion to. Badger at first 

"All right, enough." A wave of ap- 
plause swept over the held. Ran- 
dall called his men around him and 
spoke words of encouragement. 
"Play like that and we win! They 
can't score on us and we'll find a 
way to score on them. Tire that 
pitcher out. He can't last. Make 
him work. Remember now every- 
one of you — let the first ball go by 
every time. Then wait 'em out. 
Go to it and the best of luck. Cher 
the top!" 

The grandstand was crowded 
full. There were fathers and 
mothers and uncles and aunts and 
alumni and sweethearts — oh yes, 
there were sweethearts, who had 
been lazily canoeing all morning; 
the}- were all there, massed to- 
gether beneath the huge scarlet ban- 
ner on which the name of the col- 
lege was written in letters of 
brown. The college paper report- 
ing- the events later referred to the 
stands as being a riot of color. It 
was — a riot of scarlet and brown. 

As the players trotted out to 
their positions and Turnbull threw 
the ball a couple times over the 
plate to Curran, whose catching had 
a resemblance to that of Bill Carri- 
gan, there was a silence in the 
stands. Then Curtis, Fields and 
Miller, the cheerleaders, in their 
scarlet sweaters and white trous- 
ers, flourished their brown mega- 
phones and shouted— "All together 
now the long yell for the team — " 
and then with arms held aloft, they 
waited until all had filled their 
lungs :— "What's the matter with 
Grasse?" Back came the answer 
rolling like thunder, "She's all 

right!" "Who's all right?" 

"Grasse-she is, she is, she is all 

President Rice leaned over and re- 
marked to Major Conlon "I haven't 

seen anything like it for three 
years. Do you knew. J feci that 
we are going to win. 1 feel as 
though it were our game now." 

The umpire adjusted his mask 
and protector and then from his 
position behind Curran called out — 
"Play ball!" 

And the game was on. The one 
game of the year, on which the 
future of the college rested. With 
victory the president knew that he 
would be able to go to the alumni 
for the funds to build what the war 
had torn down. Defeat meant 
waiting and struggling against 
heavy odds — perhaps disaster! 
Victory meant life. It meant in- 
creased revenue. It meant a well- 
paid and contented faculty. Defeat 
meant death. It meant decreased 
revenue. It meant an underpaid 
and disgruntled faculty. 

Mathews, the big left fielder for 
the Franklins, swung two bats back 
and forth, and then, after tossing 
one of them aside, he walked up to 
the plate. All was silence. He gave 
his cap a nervous pull down over 
hi.s left eye and then waited. Three 
times he swung at the ball and miss- 
ed every time. 

"Batter out," said the umpire. 

The Grasse rooters cheered. 
Coldini stepped up to the plate and 
knocked the first ball sizzling down 
the third base line. Just before it 
reached Blake, the ball hit a stone 
and caromed off to the outfield. 
McGinnis could not reach it and 
before Curtis could get in from left 
field and throw it to Jones, Colidin 
had reached second base. The 
Franklin rooters roared. "Nothing 
to it, nothing to it!" That cheer 
.swept across the field and instead of 
disconcerting had rather the effect 
of steadying young Turnbull who 
gave Coldini the privilege of watch- 
ing the next two batters strike out. 

"Nice work. Turn," said the coach 
as the team came running in while 
the Grasse rooters went wild. The 



coach continued to talk. ''Take off 
your hat to the ladies, Turn, now 
then Short, stand up therer and wait 
them cut. Don't swing at any of 

them and remember ad of you 
every time — look the first one over — 
see what that p-tcher's got — tire 
him oat — go to it !" 

Short obeyed orders and was re- 
warded by a base on bads. 

"Wild as a hawk," shouted an 
enthusiastic Grasse supporter. 

"Nothing to it/' said the coach to 
Curran as though he really believ- 
ed it. But MacMahon, the Franklin 
pitcher, was apparently due for a 
good game and shov.-ed that he de- 
served all of the tine things that the 
press had written about him. For 
after Jones got to first on an error. 
Curran popped up a little fly, Blake 
struck out. and Jones was caught 
off first base. 

Neither team scored in the sec- 
ond nor again in the third. In the 
fourth, Franklin got a man around 
to third, with only one man out. 
Dr. Rice, sitting on the edge of his 
seat, expressed by his rigid pos- 
ture the tension of the whole stand 
of rooters. Curran ran out to Turn- 
bull, whispered a word of encour- 
agement and then went back to his 
position and signalled for a wide 
ball. Turnbull threw it and Cur- 
ran snapped it in time to third to 
catch Humphries who had taken 
too big a lead. A drop, an out and 
a fast ball caused Xicol to fan the 
air three times and the side was 
out and the suspension was over. 
The weight was lifted from the 
shoulders of President Rice. Un- 
der the direction of the cheer-lead- 
ers the old song swept across the 
diamond, while Major Conlon pok- 
ed Dr. Rice with his cane and said, 
"If the)' win this game I'll build a 
new gymn in memory of Jewell." 
The coach in a surprisingly gentle 
tone gathered the players around 
him and said, "Boys, I want to win 
this game more than any game 1 

ever played in myself, not for my 
sake but for the sake of Prexy up 
there. Look at him. He's been 
through a lot and he deserves a 
winning team. We've got to give 
it to him. Badger up. Remember 
Ut the first ball go by." 

Up in the stands, Dick Baird and 
George Griffin sat about as easily 
as a schoolboy just before recess or 
a bridegroom just before the cru- 
cial moment. Dick looked at Grif- 
fin, whose face was white and 
still; with him it had ceased to be 
a game between eighteen men on 
the diamond but a struggle for a 
new gymn. He had overheard the 
Major's promise. 

"I say, Griff, what's the idea in 
Randall's making them let the first 
ball go by? That pitcher's wise to 
the fact that they aren't hitting his 
first one and he's just sending 
straight ones down the groove. 
See ! Strike one. Same old story."' 
Something" inside of him made 
Griffin think of that disastrous 
game when he disobeyed the 
coach's instructions. He replied, 
"I don't know. But orders are 
orders. And those kids will follow 
him through to the end." 

Five, six. .seven, eight innings 
came and went without any scor- 
ing by either team. In the first 
half of the ninth inning, the Frank- 
lin team made a desperate effort 
but the scarlet team pulled off the 
cleverest double play ever seen on 
the field and stopped the rally just 
as it began. 

As the players came in to the 
bench, Turnbull pulled his sweater 
over his pitching arm, took another 
chew of slippery elm bark and 
said, "Looks like extra innings, 

"Extra innings nothing! Here's 
where we win the old ball game. 
Head of the order'.s up. Short, 
Jones. Curran come here. The 
players named ben! and the 

coach whispered to each 



one of them and then said aloud, 
"Now go to it. We've got them 
just where we want them. You've 
got to win!" and then in a voice 

that choked a bit he asked quietly. 
"Can you do it?" The three men 
answered with one voice, — "We'll 
do our best." 

Short stepped up to the plate. 
The first ball hit him in the side. 
lie crumpled up in a heap as he 
fell on the plate. As they helped 
him to the bench he muttered some- 
thing about, "Fooled me — I'm all 
right — got to win — ouch," as he 
doubled up in pain. 

'"Beaman, run for Short," jcall- 
ed out Randall as he helped the 
fastest runner in the college take 
off his sweater. Twice that spring, 
Beaman had trotted down the cen- 
tury in ten fiat and once in nine 
and four-fifths. 

The cheerers had forgotten to 
yell for a minute or two but sud- 
denly the spell was broken, the ten- 
sion was released and a cheer went 
up for Short and then another for 
Beaman; and then one fur Jones 
rang out on the June air. 

White fleecy clouds were floating 
lazily in the sky. Jones did not 
see them. The whole college sec- 
tion arose as one man and waved 
scarlet and brown pennants aloft. 
Jones did not see them. All he 
saw was the pitcher standing be- 
fore him. He saw him raise his 
arm and then throw the ball. For 
one brief instant, he saw that ball 
coming down the groove. Then 
he swung his bat to meet it. Crack! 
The sound rang out like a pistol 
shot. On. on the ball sped. As it 
went over second base it was about 
ten feet high in the air, but as it 
went over the center fielder's head 
it was rising higher and still high- 
er. It was the longest hit ever 
made on that field. As the ball 
left the pitcher's hand, Beaman 
was off, flashing toward second 
and then third and then across the 

plate he sped and then — pande- 
monium ! 

What's the use. of trying to des- 
cribe thai riot of hilarious joy. It 
would take one of those mob- 
psychology fellows to do it. 

Thai evening, between dances at 
tiie Piuiu in the gymn. Griffin and 
Baird went down stairs to the 
coach's room and found him there. 
"Some strenuous day I'll say. 
Some game. Some little head- 
work, too," laughed Baird as he 
slapped the coach on the shoulder. 

Randall looked up and asked, 
'AY ere you wise?" 

"No, it never dawned on us un- 
til after it happened." 

Idle coach arose as he said, "All 
spring long, I've trained those 
fellows to hit a straight ball. When 
they started they couldn't hit any- 
thing. All they could do was to 
field. You fellows did a whole lot 
towards polishing up that end of 
it. Never .saw anything like that 
exhibition this afternoon for fast 
fieldng. But they couldn't hit. So 
I took them one by one and trained 
them. Just like you trained that 
youngster of yours to walk, Dick. 
First I lobbed slow ones, and then 
as they learned how to take that 
horizontal swing, and then as they 
got so they could see the ball, I 
kept increasing the speed until I 
got them so they could spank it 
right on the nose. Well, they im- 
proved. Not a curve-ball did I 
throw- to them, not a hook, not a 
drop — just straight right over the 
middle of the plate. Guess you 
fellows thought I was crazy. But 
I knew that MaeMahon's strength 
lay in his curve ball. I also knew 
that he usually weakened and 
would take every opportunity to 
rest his arm by throwing straight 
ones whenever he dared. So we 
gave him just what he wanted. 
When he di.-covered that the men 
were passing up the first one every 
time, he began throwing straight 



ones to every man as he stepped 
up to bat. The rest was simple. 
Short's misfortune gave us Bea- 
man on first, and then Jones 
smashed that first bal 

MacMahon hurled at him. 


then — well you know the rest." 
lie rose and stood by the desk. 
Suddenly he felt a hand on his 
shoidder, and turning he saw Dr. 

"I thought that perhaps you 
might be alone, and I want so to 
thank you for the victory.'' 

"If you are pleased then I have 
my reward." 

"W ill you please draw up any 
plans you might have in mind for 
a new gymnasium, Mr. Randall, 
and present them to me as soon as 
possible?" The president smiled. 
The coach stared as he exclaimed, 
"What !" 

"Yes, Major Conlon is going to 
give us one in memory of Jewell. 

This has been a great day for 
Grasse College. It seems as though 
it were the dawn of a new and 
better day." 

"Oh boy, just watch us next 
year. We're going after curved 
balls then." 

* * * 

The fire had burned low in the 
fireplace. Mrs. Randall arose and 
said — "That's William now. Did 
you hear him ? Why ! It's half 
past twelve. I hope that I haven't 
bored you." 

Well I wish that we had more 
mothers in the world like Bill's. It 
was not necessary for Randall to 
inform me that he did not intend to 
return home with me. And' when 
I did return after that wonderful 
World's Series, it did not surprise 
mi- to learn that the two leading 
hitters in the Sunset League had 
enrolled as .students at Grasse 


Bx Robert Hallam 

When, weary with long miles, alone I stand 
At unknown cross roads at the fall of night, 
Perhaps the gude-post that doth meet my sight 
With metalled letters and directing hand 
Precise, impartial, plain to understand, 
Cold, pedagogic, shows which path is right. 
Mechanical I plod in fading light 
Yearning, naught else, to reach the goal 1 planned. 
Or, ma\d_>e, slumb'ring in the mould's caress 
Some ancient milestone's moss-filmed line I trace: 
Or under drooping elm the white, kind face 
Of time-dim signboard does the way confess. 
Informed and cheered, I, as from warm embrace 
And parent's counsel, singing, forward press! 


Tfirough the kindness of Mr. year 1921. The judges are Prof. 

irokes More a prize of $:>0 is of- Katharine Lee Bates Mr W S 

ered tor the best poem published Braithwaite and former Governor 

n the Granite Monthly during the John If. Harriett. 


By Alihine Scholes Lear 

The angel Opportunity 

Knocked at my door one day 
Put f knew nut that it was he,' 
So let him go away. 

And when too late I learned his name. 

My grief was deep and sore, 
For it was said when thus he came, 

That he would come no more. 

I sought him in the busy street, 

And quiet country lane, 
And then one day we chanced to meet 

When all my quest seemed vain. 

Me kindly looked on me and smiled, 

And this he told me then: — 
"Fret not thyself nor grieve, dear child. 

For lo, I come again!'' 

'"Each morning when the golden gate 

Of day swings open wide, 
I stand beside thy door and wait 

To be thy help and guide. 

"Thy future is at thy command, 

To fate thou need'st not bow, 
J offer thee in outstretched hand 

The best of here and now. 

"Put failures and mistakes away, 

To thine own self be true, 
And with the dawn of each new day 

Begin thy life anew." 

Me spake, and now no more forlorn 

I sigh for what might be, 
Put grateful find with each glad morn 

My opportunity. 



By M. R. Cole 

The Express swung on at desperate speed, 
Winged by our fancied modern need; 
Past hills, fresh-tinted by the hand of Spring, 
Through radiant vales in joy out-blossoming, 
Where to the bending willows little brooks 
Sang of the deep ravines and forest nooks. 
But not on these are passengers intent; 
Each eye is on the mornng paper bent; 
Each hat displays a ticket in the band, 
Planted and culled by deft conductor's hand, 
Lest, through a side-long glance, or friendly sign, 
Readers should cheat themselves of half a line. 

Sudden a whistle, then a sickening grind ; 
A jerk, as from some furious pull behind ; 
Back, back the panting steed of steel is thrown 
Upon his haunches. Instant every one 
Starts up from grisly war-news, — mimic war 
Of Stocks. "What's that?" rings through the quivering- 
"No danger!'' "Steady!" "Something's on the track!" 

What was it? Brakeman Jack, 

Riding the freight, could tell; 

And Fireman Bill as well, — 

He blew that whistle. Dumb with fright, 

He watched the little girl, (a sickening sight,) 

S<\art back, 

And, stumbling, fall upon the outer track, 

Across the rails, vibrant with coming death 

As the Express dashed forward. 

Bill found breath: 
"Brakes on!" 

He leaped, and struck a foot away 
From where the child, screaming in terror, lay. 
Biuised and half-dazed, he still could stretch an arm, 
And drag the little creature safe from harm. 
Then the loud thunder dulled upon his ear. 
He sank inert, too faint to know or care 
Whether the grim steel monster grazed a limb, 
Or ripped his coat off, or quite finished him. 

"He's dead?" "No, only stunned-like !" "And the child?" 
"Not a blame scratch, thank God!" The Agent smiled: 
"So long, old man ! a plucky chap, I say !" 
"O, right you are! So long!" 

No more delay ; 
The mad Express tears on its headlong way. 


O not to light thine altar sacrifice, 

Deucalion, or Pyrra's hearth, 

Did the great Titan bring- the fire to earth. 

He -shrined the immortal spark 

Within the dark 

Recesses of our hearts, removed from mortal eyes. 

It burns forever, there ; yet banked so deep 

In -reed, and selfishness and slothful sleep, 

That oft 

We deem the light extinct. Yet will it leap, 

Sometimes, with dazzling- flame aloft 

In simple, kindly soul, like Bill. 

Then doubt is shamed, and cavil's tongue is still. 


By Mary E. Hough 

Last night the storm-god gloated in his power. 

And emptied out the vials of his wrath. 

The sulphurous blast smote every tree and flower 

That en me within the vortex of his path. 

But now at last the great war-host has gone 

And weary hearts rejoice, — for it is dawn. 

Yet doubtfully we ask the cloud-banks yonder 
What dim. anaemic light shines in the East, 
Can this be morning? — and we vaguely wonder 
If the great tempest of the night has ceased. 
No sunbeam strikes across the ashen gray, 
And yet the dawn has past, and it is day. 

What though a presence saturnine and drear, 

Still lowers? The daylight warns us to be wakingi 

What though the day itself suggest the fear 

That it but hides another night in making? 

A lurking evil always fears the light, 

The day-time makes us ready for the night. 

And if there comes another night of weeping, 
Because- the storm-god gloated in his power; 
And all his horrid brood, their venom keeping 
For a black night, an unexpected hour, 
Rush forth to harass and to foully slay — 
For this we were prepared, while it was day. 

Through all the years since ages first began, 
The clouds have always kept their silver lining; 
Past loss has been retrieved by work of man, 
Somewhere the sun has faithfully kept shining. 
New days will come as they have come before — 
New light will break upon a storm-wrecked shore. 



v Ida Charlotte Rol 

We are. all reviewing our his- 
tory during this three hundredth 
anniversary oi the landing of the 
Pilgrim Fathers and while reading 
the numberless volumes of the 
Plymouth 'colony, we should not 
froget that three years later the 
second permanent settlement in 
New England was made in Xew 
Hampshire on Dover Neck, oi 
which there is scant record. One 
historian has said that "the early 
history of Xew Hampshire is be- 
set with difficulties. Happily its 
importance is not equal to its in- 
tricacies." Most people will differ 
with him and agree that begin- 
nings are always significant, es- 
pecially such an one as that of 
Dover Xeck for from it evolved 
man}- a thriving settlement. From 
the pioneers of this first Xew 
Hampshire colony have descended 
thousands of people. From one 
emigrant and his wife a Boston man 
has collected the names of twenty 
thousand descendants and he claims 
to have only an incomplete list. 

For the wisdom of the Hilton 
brothers— William and Edward, 
and their associates. Thomas Rob- 
erts, David Thompson and per- 
haps others. who chose Dover 
Xeck for the first plantation in 
what is now Xew Hampshire, one 
has only admiration. 

A narrow strip of land project- 
ing into the Piscataqua river, 
washed on its sides by the Cocheco 
and Bellamy rivers (called in early 
days the Fore air' Back rivers) in 
which were valuable foods, quanti- 
ties of fish, oysters, clams and lob- 
sters at their very back doors. 
Wild game for the shooting or trap- 
ping, choke cherries, trailing black- 
berries, raspberries, and other wild 

fruits for the gathering, a fertile 
soil itching to be tilled, a climate 

whose rigor is modified by the salt 
water, wood and fresh water in 
abundance, all provided a welcome 
to the hardy band of fishermen who 
came from London in the spring of 
1623 and took up their dwelling 
place on what is now Dover Point. 
Doubtless the lure of the fishing 
about the Isles of Shoals which be- 
gan to be regularl v visited nine 
years before, drew this little com- 
pany to the wilds of America. Xot 
for religious reasons did they leave 
England, though they were men of 
religion, but that they might ;he 
more advantageously ply their 
trade of fishing. 

Of the early struggles of these 
emigrants we have btit scraps of 
information. Evidently in their 
humility those men did not realize 
that they were making history and 
that, in justice to their posterity, 
the school children in particular, 
they should have left a full and 
painstaking account of their every 
act. Some of them, to be sure, 
made wills by which their proper- 
ty might be disposed, documents of 
more than ordinary interest for 
they give us an insight into the 
makers of them. These wills were 
vastly different from the brief legal 
sounding instruments of today, 
when by a simple hundred words 
one may bequeath millions of dol- 
la~s, if he happen to have the mill- 
ions. Knowing little of the early 
settlers, posterity can only weave 
in fancv a halo about the heads of 
the Piscataqua pioneers whose 
blood after this lapse of years has 
become a deep rich blue after the 
manner of distant mountains. 

Reinforced in 1633 by a larger 



band of emigrants made up of "a 
company of persons of good estate 
and some account for religion" and 
by still another in 1639 the com- 
munity developed from a fishing 
station into a center where busi- 
ness of nian\- needful kinds was 
carried en, with homes as comfort- 
able as might be. 

With the addition of the Captain 
Wiggins company in 1633, a church 
was organized, the First Parish 
Church of Dover, with the Rever- 
end William Leverich, Puritan, as 
minister. Whether because of 
hardships, or because he lacked 
sympathy with the members who 
believed that all whose creeds dif- 
fered from their own should be ex- 
cluded, is not positively known, but 
for some reason the first minister 
did nut long remain with his 
charge. In 1639 a rude church was 
built of logs, plastered both inside 
and out. The church had two 
ruling elders. Edward Starbuck 
and Hatevil Nutter, each of whom 
was styled "elder" in every day life. 
Hie latter remained in office until 
his death in 1675. His Christnn 
name was corrupted into Hatville 
and Hat well by some of his des- 
cendants. Others of his descend- 
ants have borne the Christian name 
Love, to prove perhaps that the 
world is progressing. 

To the earlv settlers the Indians 
were most friendly, giving the 
white people a warm welcome. 
1 he two races were favorable to 
each other until 1675 when trouble 
arose resulting in several massa- 
cres, in one of which twenty-three 
persons were killed and twenty-nine 
taken captive. It is a fact worth 
noting that in all the Indian mas- 
sacres in that region members of 
the Friends Meeting were never 
molested, probably because the red 
men every where were aware of the 
friendship of William Penn for 
the people of their race. 

This brings us to the noteworthy 
advent of three Quaker women, 
Anne Coleman, Alice Ambrose, and 
Mary Tompkins, who appeared in 
the Dover country in December, 
1662, for the purpose of propagating 
their doctrines. Tolerance fur the 
beliefs of others had not yet be- 
come either an individual or a civic 
virtue, and for that reason we 
should not stand aghast because 
Major Waldron issued the follow- 
ing edict : 

"To the constables of Dover, 
Hampton, Salisbury. Newbury, 
Rowley, Ipswich, Wenham, Lynn, 
Boston, Roxbury, Dedham and un- 
til these vagabond Quakers are 
carried out of this jurisdiction. 

You, and every one of you, are 
required, in the King's Majesty's 
name, to take these vagabond 
Quakers, Anne Coleman, Mary 
Tompkins, and Alice Ambrose, and 
make them fast to the cart's tail, 
and driving the cart through your 
several towns, to whip them upon 
their naked backs not exceeding ten 
stripes apiece on each of them, in 
each town ; and so to convey them 
from constable to constable till 
they are out of this jurisdiction, as 
you will answer it at your peril ; 
and this shall be your warrant. 

Dated at Dover, December 22. 
1662. Richard Waldron." 

The marshal of the province was 
John Roberts and the constable was 
his brother, Thomas, both being 
sons of Thomas Roberts, emigrant, 
who had been associated with the 
Hilton brothers in making the set- 
tlement on Dover Xeck. This 
emigrant was one of the few men 
in the region entitled to be called 
"Mr."; he was a former president 
of the court or governor of the 
colony and was a member in good 
standing of the First Parish Church. 
The two officers were truly zealous 
in their love of duty, not to say of- 
fice, and abetted by Elder Hatevil 



Nutter they carried out Major 
Waldron's order to the letter, whip- 
mg the unfortunate women on their 
bare backs, -driving them in the 

bitter cold of December to the next 
village, Salisbury, where officers 
humanely ahead of their times 
greeted the women and refused to 

obey the order. 

The father of the Dover officers is 
said to have risen in his place In the 
First Parish church on the next 
Lord's Day and asked the forgive? 
ness of his fellow members "for 
being the father o\ two such wick- 
ed sons." That he should adop.t 
the faith of the Friends is not 
strange, perhaps, but for his sons to 
become Quakers must have taken 
more courage than . they showed 
when they executed Major Wal- 
dron's edict. For sever:;! genera- 
tions the descendants \>i these men 
adhered to the Quaker belief and 
there are some who are Friends 
even at the present time. 

It is said that Hatevil Nutter be- 
lieved that the Quakers were wrong, 
that the doctrines they taught were 
pernicious and he reasoned that 
they (the Quakers) might go else- 
where to introduce their teachings. 
He thought the Dover people need 
not have such, beliefs thrust upon 
them. Strange to say the poet 
Whittier who wrote "How the 
Women Went From Dover" a poem 
founded on this bit of history, did 
riot know that he deseseiMled from 
Thomas Roberts, the emigrant, and 
his son John, as well as from El- 
der Hatevil Nutter. 

That many of the Dover people 
became Friends showed again the 
usual result of a religious persecu- 
tion. At one time one-third of the 
population of Dover held to that 
faith, such names as Yarney, Pink- 
ham. Sawyer, Ham, Carney, Tut- 
tle, Meader, Cartland, Hussey 
and Hanson (the last two ances- 
tors of Whittier) being well known 
in the annals of the Friends. 

Major Waldron. the author of 
the cruel order for dealing with the 
Quakeresses, was horribly torturr 
ed and put to a long drawn out 
death by the Indians, who made it 
plain to him that they had not for- 
gotten their friendship for the 
Quakers. During their torture of 
their victim the Indians are said 
to have quoted to him parts of his 

The descendants of the Dover 
pioneers intermarried from genera- 
tion to generation so that for many 
years there was perhaps no more 
strictly American blood in our 
country than that of the progeny 
of the Piscataqua settlers. Latter- 
ly, many of the descendants have 
left the haunts of their ancestors 
and have sought homes in newer 
parts of the land and have grafted 
themselves on the stock of other 
genealogical trees. Wherever 

they go the\" carry along the sturdy 
virtues of New England. 

Almost every family, whether of 
New England stock or no, has at 
least one member who is interest- 
ed in his ancestors for eugenic, or 
social reasons, or more often just 
because he is curious and wants to 
know. Old family Bibles, town 
records, and the ''oldest inhabitant*' 
are much in demand these days. 
The incompleteness of records is 
exasperating and the fact that many 
a set of records has been carelessly 
allowed to burn does not make for 
peace and joy in the minds of the 
delver into family history. 

Outside of Plymouth, Massa- 
chusetts, there was probably no 
better nursery for family trees in 
the beginnings of. United States 
life than old Dover of the Granite 
State. The fact that the Friends 
kept records, fairly accurate ones, 
has enabled many a family to trace 
its history. That a large part of 
the families of Dover became 
Quakers after 1660 many a genea- 
logist or would-be genealogist has 



given thanks, whatever his own re- 
ligious leaning's max- be. 
The Piscataqua descendants 

taken as a whole whether of 
Quaker blood or not, are marked by 
a plainness of speech and dress and 
by virtues that make for quiet hap- 
piness rather than public approba- 
tion. They are usually able to keep 
afloat financially and a few have at- 
tained great wealth. They are in- 
telligent and some have even achiev- 
ed uncommon learning and posi- 
tion. Were one content to come 
from a sturdy, virtuous people 
rather than from one which scin- 
tillated brilliancy without under- 
lying homely virtues he may re- 
joice to trace his ancestry from any 
one of the Piscataqua pioneers. 

A drive or stroll along the smooth 
state road that runs the length of 
Dover Neck — from Dover to Ports- 
mouth— fills one with delight. On 
every side are entrancing views of 
land and water in fascinating com- 
binations and all about are the 
scenes looked upon by generations 
of true Americans ever since the 
first sparse settlement in 1623. 
There is the old "Roberts burying 
ground," the oldest in Xew Hamp- 
shire, with but one or two older in 
Xew England. There is the site of 
the old First Parish Church en- 
closed with a stone wall and iron 
fence which follow the line of the 
ancient fortifications, placed there 
by the Margery Sullivan Chapter 
of Daughters of the American 
Revolution of Dover. There is the 
point on which the Hilton brothers 
and their companions made their 
first home on Dover Point now oc- 
cupied by Hilton Hall. There is 
the white oak tree called the 
"bound" or Pilgrim boundary tree 
which marked the line of division 
between two Roberts estates in by- 
gone days. Storm, stress, and age 
have left their marks until now the 
oak gives but a suggestion of its 

former grandeur. By tree experts 
it is thought to be near nine hun- 
dred years old, a white oak requir- 
ing three hundred years in which to 
make its growth, three hundred 
more in which to enjoy itself, and 
three hundred more to be spent in 
dignified decay. This is one of the 
few white oaks permitted to run so 
nearly this gamut. 

There is an elm tree of no mean 
size and beauty under which a 
tavern thrived in the eighteenth 
century, a tavern that stood near 
the long since abandoned ferry be- 
tween Kittery and Dover Xeck. 
In spite of our modern way of 
shifting homes there remains still 
in the possession of his descendants, 
Howard and Fred Roberts, land 
which was granted to Emigrant 
Thomas Roberts soon after 1623, or 
perhaps in that very year. These 
descendants own the land on which 
stand the boundary oak and the 
ancient elm, both within a stone's 
throw of their house. That the 
present owners have not allowed 
their land to deteriorate is shown 
by their bearing orchard of three 
hundred apple trees, three hundred 
plum, and as many pear trees, be- 
sides large hay and corn fields. 
One can readily believe the state- 
ment made on the Neck that the 
descendants of Emigrant Roberts 
have ever been pioneers in agri- 
cultural ventures. 

On Dover Xeck it is easier to 
visualize the homes of the settlers 
than it is to do so at Plymouth 
where vast stretches of the imagina- 
tion are necessary because of the 
thickly settled town with all mod- 
ern equipments. On Dover Xeck 
one may gaze on scenes little 
changed since early days and in 
fancy, people the stretch of coun- 
try with the rugged pioneers of 
old. Then, too, one may take a 
boat at the Xeck and without touch- 
ing the ocean, visit by river four- 


'n'h T*w and forg ? that therc i? the bus >' m °dern town. An an- 

The &V r " ™'- , • c dent ~— fi»ed with relics of 

lhe Dover, New Hampshire, of the past tells the youth of the earh 

the present day worked its way in- history of the re-ion and the 

a K d /° t g,Ve u m ° re r r for its in " Friends' meeting feSS and 

habitants who number now nearly First Parish church both out 

fifteen thousand It i 3 a place of growths of the earfy ones on the 

c^tureand Fine hving to say noth- Xeck. make one think both back 

mg oi its wealth oi factortes and ward and forward. \ Society c f 

buH? .n't mansions descendants of those worthy people 

built, some of them, more than two meet., each year and attemots to 

hundred years ago, are still oc- keep green the memory oi ? thek 

cupied and give a colonial air to ancestors. ' 


By K. C. Bald erst on 

I read about the vastv emptiness 
In which this little world of ours has spun 
And cooled itself since time was first begun 
And all my mind could do was grope, and guess 
And^ lose itself, smitten with blank distress 
lii tne cold, lifeless void. The very sun 
I he stars, and time, were ghastly thoughts to shun, 
And space a horror with a cloud fringed dress, 
then, to escape the unsearchable mystery, 
I walked abroad beneath the winter "moon,' 
And all the stars were shining in the sky — 
Benign and beautiful and calm they were : ' 
And the great depths of space became a boon 
io make the stars mysterious and fair. 



Much satisfaction is felt through- 
out the state with the way in which 
Governor Albert O. Brown and his 

executive council have filled the 
places on the state hoard of educa- 
tion made vacant by the resigna- 
tion of the chairman and three of 
his associates. The new chairman 
is Huntley X. Spaulding of Roches- 
ter, brother and business associate 
of former Governor Rolland H. 
Spaulding; a graduate of Phillips 
Andover Academy; prominent in 
public service during recent years, 
especially as state food adminstra- 
tor during the World War under 
Herbert Hoover. For the first 
time the women of the state are 
given recognition on the board un- 
der this new dispensation, their 
worthy representative bqing Mrs. 
Alice S. Harriman of Laconia. past 
president of the state Federation of 
Woman's Clubs and the state as- 
sociation of Parent-Teacher clubs; 
a graduate of the state normal 
school at Plymouth : and the choice 
for this position of practically all 
the women's organizations of the 
state. With Mrs. Harriman on 
the state board and Miss Harriet 
L. Huntress continuing as deputy 
commissioner of education, the 
women of the state will have the 
share which is their due in the 
management of the public schools 
which educate their children. The 
representative of the North Coun- 
try upon the new board is one of 
that section's best known and most 
successful men. Orton B. Brown, 
Berlin manufacturer. Mr. Brown 
is a graduate of Williams College, 
well posted upon and sincerely in- 
terested in the educational pro- 
blems of the day, in particular those 
which especially concern the cos- 
mopolitan communities of which 
his own city of Berlin is a type. 
On the other hand, the small towns 
and the agricultural interests of 

the state have a good man to rep- 
resent them on the new board in 
the person of Merrill Mason of 
Marlborough, educated in the 
town schools and at a business 
college: farmer, legislator and dele- 
gate to the constitutional conven- 
tion ; member of the advisory board 
of the state department of agricul- 
ture. No appointment by Gover- 
nor Brown for the fifth place on the 
board was necessary, because Wil- 
fred J. Lessard, superintendent of 
the. parochial schools of the Roman 
Catholic diocese of Manchester, 
named on the orignal board by 
Governor John H. Bartlett, stayed 
on the job for which he had proved 
himself so well' fitted and did not 
hand in his resignation with those 
of his four colleagues. The new 
board, like its predecessor, is bi- 
partisan, three of its members 
being Republicans and two Demo- 
crats. It represents all sections of 
the state, both sexes, the profes- 
sions, business, agriculture and the 
home. It is intelligent, interested 
and impartial. In its hands, with 
the present efficient make-up of the 
active stall of the department of 
education, the future of the schools 
of the state is, we feel, secure. 

The "school law of 1919*' now has 
entered upon the third year of its 
control over our state educational 
system. The legislature of 1921, 
the first one to have an opportunity 
to revise the law, took advantage of 
that opportunity to some extent, 
but not in such a way, it seems 
to us, as to alter the fundamental 
principles of the statute. The 
majority opinion in the legislature 
seemed to be that the idea of the 
law is a good one, but that the 
scope of its execution should be con- 
tracted somewhat in order to place 
it upon a basis of fair relation to 
the resources of the state and state 
expenditures for other purposes. 



This belief was put into action in 
the way of reduced appropriations 
for the educational department. 
If too deep a cut was made or if 
other changes in the law have de- 
creased its efficiency, the fact will 
be apparent before 1923 and the 
legislature of that year can con- 
sider a reined}". One thing is cer- 
tain ; the state board of education 
as now constituted will not waste 
any of the state's money and will 
maintain amicable relations with 
the governor and council on one 
hand and the city and town school 
authorities on the other. Good 

laws alone will not make good 
schools. Centralized authority at 
Concord, however aide, intelligent, 
skilful and devoted, cannot " alone 
keep the state's educational level 
where we wish it to be. Co-op- 
operation all along the line is the 
one great necessity; and Chair- 
man Spaulding's record as state 
food administrator seems to indi- 
cate that no man in the state is 
better fitted than he to secure that 
one prime requisite of success for 
the endeavor he now is chosen to 


By Barbara Hollis 

Oh, build! Build little house here and there; 
The sky will seem more blue — the grass more green 
From little homes that shelter those who care: 
Place candles in the windows to be seen. 

Then plant! Plant tiny seeds and watch them grow 
And let there be a plenty and to share 
With those who were not wise enough to sow — 
To give will make the garden bloom more fair. 

Yes. build! Build little homes to shelter dreams; 
To light the little gardens far and near. 
Let hope and faith shine thru each candle's beams 
And plant the tiny seeds of love and cheer; 


Charles R. Lingley, professor of 
history in Dartmouth College, is 
the author of "Since the Civil 
War," the thrd volume in the series 
'The' United States," which Pro- 
fessor Farrand of Yale is editing for 
the Century Company. Professor 
Lingley*s contribution does not 
suffer by comparison with its pre- 
decessors in the series. "Colonial 
Beginning's," by Professor Root of 
the University of Wisconsin, and 
"Growth of a Nation.'' by Professor 
Farrand himself. Dealing with the 
past half century, so recent a period 
that both its problems and the 
personality of its leaders are still 
clouded with prejudice and parti- 
sanship, the task of the author is 
more difficult than that of him who 
writes of eras so far past that their 
events and opinion in regard to 
them have had time to shape them- 
selves and crystallize in the public 

Professor Linglev has met well 
the especial demands of the situa- 
tion. Thorough and careful in- 
vestigation has made him sure of 
his facts; and he has reasoned from 
them wisely and impartially. He 
has accomplished to a remarkable 
extent, it seems to us, the not easv 
feat of carrying along side by side 
and with many connecting links 
the political and economic pro- 
gress of events. With the social 
history of the period he has not 
attempted to concern himself ex- 
cept in so far as it reveals itself 
in connection with government and 
industry or in the portraits of 
great leaders, which Professor 
Lingley has painted vividly, yet. to 
our mind, justly. The fifty years 
from 1870 to 1920 are not those 
in the history of the United States 
of which the nation has most 
reason to be proud ; but they are 
full of interest in a well told' nar- 

rative and teem with lessons for 
the student of world progress. 
Roth the reader and the student 
will find Professor Lingley 's vol- 
ume suited to their desires and 
needs; concise, yet clear; illumi- 
native, yet impartial. 

"Sister Sue" (Houghton Mifflin 
Company) would in any event at- 
tract much attention as the last 
published work of the late Mrs. 
Eleanor Hodgman Porter, native 
of Littleton ; but apart from that 
sad distinction the story would 
have attained wide circulation be- 
cause it contains in generous meas- 
ure all those essentials of popularity 
which have given the author's 
books the title of the best sellers 
ever written by a New Hampshire 
author. "Sister Sue*' is "Polly- 
anna" over again, under different 
conditions and in another setting, 
but displaying the same splendid 
qualities -of cheerful courage Knd 
quiet optimism. The captious 
critic complains of a lack of 
reality, that we meet no Sister 
Sues on Main Street. Rut we are 
not so sure of that. Perhaps if we 
1 new the life story of our fellow 
worker, our new neighbor, our 
chance acquaintance, we should find 
in it some of those qualities of 
every day heroism which the 
genius of Mrs. Porter transferred 
to the printed page with a charm 
and a pleasure and an influence for 
good for the average readers which 
rarely has been excelled. 

It would be hard to imagine two 
books of fiction having less in com- 
mon than "Sister Sue," just men- 
tioned, and the volume which stands 
next to it in the reviewer's line, 
"The Kingdom Round the Corner," 

272 T HE G R A X T'l E M O X THLY 

by Coning'sby Dawson. Each, how- shock of whole peoples, which int- 
ever is a "good story." in easy mediate!}' followed the world con- 
parlance, and thus the possessor flict. Tabs, who was Lord Tabor- 

of popularity in measure almost ley: his valet, who was his general; 

unbounded. Mr. Dawson is an the three women who wound them- 

abundaut writer, hut the level of selves .-so tangle-wise about their 

his output is high, whatever the lives; are characters vividly im- 

chaunel of its distribution. "The a-gined and skilfully depicted. It 

Kingdom Round the Corner" is a is a tale well told. Another gener- after the war story, based up- ation, perhaps, will find in it a 

on the fcopsy turviness of social chapter worth studying of the 

conditions, the spiritual shell world's social history after the war. 


By Claribcl Weeks Avery 

I have slipped away from my house of pain, 

From my life of frets and jars, 
To a held as full of golden flowers 

As the Milky Way of stars. 
My cluttered rooms may lie unswept, 

My fire turn dead and cold — 
I am setting my feet on yellow gems 

And filling my hands with gold! 


B\< Caroline Fisher 

Dike a peacock, proud, the sea 

Is purple, green, and blue 

And the kelp-weed, in the lea 

Gives a brown line, passing through. 

Me spreads his tail on the beach 
And the waves are dancing light, 
With a sandy goal to reach 
And pebbles sparkling bright. 



Arthur Lowell Foote was born in 
Lewiston, Me.. Dec. 25, 1863, the son of 
William Lowell and EJizabeth Ann 
(Meserve) Foote, and died at the hos- 
pital ii Wolfeboru April 27. after' a 
year's illness. Lie attended the high school 
at Great Falls (now Soniersworth) studied 
lav there with George E. Beacham and 
was admitted to the bar in 1S87. Since 
thai time he had practiced law continu- 
ously at Sabt rnvihe and had served as 
county solicitor, member of tho school 
board, library trustee, and delegate to the 
constitutional convention oi 1918-1921. 
He was an Episcopalian, Republican, 
Mason, Red Man and Elk, and was 
county chairman for various forms of 
war work. He is survived by one son. 
Lowell Sanborn Foote. of Denver, Col. 


In the death rf Mary H. Wheeler at' 
Pittsfield on April 26. at the age of 83 
years and 9 months, the Granite Monthly 
loses one of its early and frequent con- 
tributors and her community one of its 
best known and thoroughly esteemed 

Mrs. Wheeler was born in North Barn- 
stead, "July 15. P'.^7. the daughter of 
William and Mary Hail Garland. In her 
younger days she taught the district 
school where she became acquainted with 
Dr. John Wheeler, then the ' school com- 
mittee man" and later married him in 
1856. After a few years residence there 
they removed to Pittsfield and excent for 
a time during the Civil War which she 
spent near Washington. D. C, where the 
Doctor was stationed, she has since re- 
sided in the Suncook Valley town, a period 
of more than half a century. 

The Doctor, who was one of the best 
known physicians in this part of the State, 
and one time president of the State Medi- 
cal Society, passed away in 1900. 

Mrs. Wheeler was a woman of re- 
markably bright intellect and lovable per- 
sonality, a lover and student of -the bird 
and flower — in fact of all nature — 
and an extensive and broad reader, main- 
taining to the last a keen interest in liter- 
ature and events and topics of the day. 

Besides the many contributions . of vers,e 
from her pen in the Granite Monthly, she 
frequently contributed to the Boston 
Transcript, and other publications and both 
she and her sister, Laura Garland Carr, 
who at the age of nearly 86 survives her, 

are represented by many poems in Chapin's 
"Poets of Xew Hampshire." Mrs. Carr 
has also published a volume ox poems in 
1891, under the title "Memories and 

Mrs. Wheeler was a member of the 
American Microscopical Society and a 
contributor to its publications ami also 
supplied many translations to the Trans- 
Atlantic Magazine. Mrs. Wheeler united 
with the Congregational church at Barn- 
stead Parade in 1868, and though so long 
a resident of Pittsfield and active for 
many years in its local church and othei; 
societies, she retained her membership in 
the Barnstead church, being prior to her 
death its oldest member. 

The funeral services at Pittsfield on 
April 28 were followed by burial in the 
eld Llillside cemeterv at Barnstead. 


Charles Stuart Pratt, author and edi- 
tor, died at his home in Warner, April 
3, after years of invalidism. Lie was 
born in South Weymouth, Mass., Feb. 10. 
1854, the sen of Lorin and Laura (Vin- 
ing) Pratt. Nov. 11, 1877, he married 
Ella Farman, also an author, who died in 
1907. Together they edited "Wide Awake" 
from 1865 to 1892, "Little Men and 
Women" from 1S92 to 1897, and "'Little 
Folks" from 1897 to 1909. Mr. Pratt 
published several books for young people 
and once won a $1,000 prize for a short 
story. A poem contributed to The Granite 
Monthly in 1920 was his last work. He 
served as a trustee of the public library 
at Warner and was much interested in the 
town, where he had lived for 30 years. 
One son, Ralph, survives him. 


Julian F. Trask, one of the most de- 
lightful characters in New Hampshire 
pi; 1 ) ic life, died at Haverhill, Mass., 
March 31. He was born at Beverly, 
Mass., Oct. 1, 1849, but had been a citizen 
of Laconia since 1873. Well known as a 
newspaper man, he drifted into politics, 
was secretary to Governor Charles A. 
Busiel and in 1896 was appointed state 
labor commissioner. For a number of 
years he. was in the federal government 
service at Manila, P. I. Upon his return 
to Laconia he was made city clerk and 
subsequently was postmaster for four 
years from 1910. He is survived by his 
widow, one son and two daughters. 




Brigadier General Jason E. Tulles, who, 
for IS years, commanded the New Hamp- 
shire National Guard, died in Nashua, 
March 19. He was horn in that city 
Jan. 5, 1852. one of seven brothers, all of 
whom were successful and prominent. 
He was 14 years in the clothing business 
and for the past 21 years treasurer of the 
Citizens Guaranty Savings Bank. He had 
been a member of both branches of the 
Legislature, mayor, city treasurer, 20 
years a member oi the board of educa- 
tion, member of the state forestry commis- 
sion, etc. He enlisted as a private in the 
New Hampshire National Guard in 1877 
and advanced through every grade until 
he retired in 1909 after 10 years' service 
as brigadier general. He was a Demo- 
crat in politics ; attended the Congrega- 
tional church ; and was prominent in the 
Odd Fellows and other secret orders. He 
is survived by two daughters, Mrs. E. Ray 
Shaw and Mrs. Alice M. Kimball. 

great success until bis death. He took 
an active interest in the churches, schools, 
hospitals and V. M. C. A. of his city. 
He is survived by his widow, who was 
Miss Charlotte Cove of Livonia, N. Y. 


Samuel Carroll Derby, son of Dexter 
and Tulia (Piper) Derbv. was born in 
Dublin. March 3, 1842, 'and died March 
2S, at Columbus, Ohio, where he had been 
a member of the faculty of Ohio State 
University for 40 years. He grad- 
uated from Harvard in 1866 and did post- 
graduate work there, at Johns Hopkins 
and in Rome. Before going to Ohio 
State, he was for six years professor of 
Latin, and for four years president 
of Antioch College. He was a member 
of Phi Beta Kappa and of various learn- 
ed societies. 


Major Samuel Francis Murry, born in 
Chester, Sept. 6. 1841. died at Manches- 
ter, March 20. A student at Dartmouth 
college when the war began, he enlisted in 
Berdan's Sharpsnooters and served from 
November. 1861, until March, 1865. when 
he was honorably discharged with the 
brevet of major, for gallant and meri- 
torious services. After the war he was 
one of the charter members of Louis Bell 
post, G, A. R., at Manchester. He was 
for many years a railroad conductor with 
residence at Wilton and ser\ed in both 
branches of the legislature. A niece, 
Mrs. George H. Phinney of Manchester, 
with whom he spent his last years, was 
his nearest surviving relative. 


Julius M. Dutton, M. D., son of Rev. 
and Mrs. John M. Dutton, was born in 
Lebanon. Sept. 14, 1877, and died at West- 
field, Mass., January -29. He graduated 
from Dartmouth College in 1900 and from 
its medical college in 1904. and after a 
year's hospital work settled at Westfield 
where he practiced his profession with 


Lester G. French, born in Keene in 
1869, the son of Mr. and Mrs. Olin L. 
French, died in New York City, April 18. 
He graduated from the Massachusetts In- 
stitute of Technology in 1891 and was the 
author of the earliest American treatise 
on the steam turbine. He was the editor 
of the Mechanical Engineer and the author 
of a number of works on that line. For 
13 years he was assistant secretary of the 
American Society of Mechanical En- 


Commander William F. Low, U. S. N., 
died at Washington, D. C, March 12. He 
was born in Concord, son of the late 
Franklin Low and grandson of General 
Joseph A. Low, and attended St. Paul's 
School before being appointed to _ the U. 
S. Naval Academy at Annapolis in 1865. 
He was graduated in the class of 1869 and 
in his active career had varied assign- 
ments in the North Atlantic and Pacific 
squadrons. He was one of the officers of 
the Constellation of the Irish relief ex- 
pedition. For many years he was in 
charge of the Massachusetts State Nautical 
Schoolship Enterprise and later the Rang- 
er and the Nantucket. 





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No. 7. 


APRIL 17, 1843 

JULY 14, 1917 

By Rev. Sullivan II. McCollester, D. D. 

Sixty-three years ago I tarried 
for a night in a real New England 
home, in the town of Sullivan, in 
which resided a brainy farmer and a 
noble wife and two promising- sons. 
It was an ideal dwelling-place, 
where snow drifted deep in winter 
and the clover blossomed sweet in 

Here I saw for the first time the 
son, Josiah Lafayette Seward, a ro- 
bust boy of twelve years old. I was 
there as a school commissioner of 
New Hampshire to visit on the 
morrow their district school, in the 
little red school house. 

As the morning came I went into 
the school of some twenty pupils 
and here I really saw Josiah. The 
next fall he came to Westmoreland 
to attend the Valley Seminary, 
which was under my charge, taking 
up higher English branches and 
ranking well in them all. 

He was born in Sullivan. N. H., 
April 17, 1845, of David and Arvilla 
(Matthews) Seward, of English 
stock, and worthy members of the 
sturdy and brave yeomanry of New 
England. The emigrant ancestor, 
Thomas Seward, come to Pepperell, 
Mass., about twenty years before 
the Revolutionary War. 

Tn the paternal line, Josiah L., 
was a lineal descendant of Thomas 
Morse, tine first permanent settler 
of Dublin, N. H., who had a cap- 
tain's commission sent him to keep 
him loyal. The doughty Morse in- 

dignantly spurned this, and trained 
his three sons to volunteer at the 
first call, and he himself did all he 
could to aid the patriot's cause. 

Another kinsman of Josiah Sew- 
ard was the well known General 
James Wilson of Keene. There 
were at least five ancestors who 
served in the Revolutionary War, 
a record of which, as a member of 
the Sons of the American Revolu- 
tion, Josiah was justifiably proud. 

The mother of Josiah was a de- 
scendant of Robert Matthews, the 
ancestor of the Hancock, N. H. 
families of that name. 

As a lad, Josiah remained under 
my tutelage several terms, and was 
highly esteemed by both teachers 
and scholars. Then he went to 
Exeter Academy, where he ranked 
among the best in scholarship and 
deportment and graduated with 
honors. In 1S71 he graduated from 
Harvard Divinity School with the 
degree of S. T. D., and the profes- 
sors spoke of him as a learned 
preacher and a wise man. 

For a year after leaving the 
Divinity School he preached most 
acceptably to a church in Spring- 
field, Mass., when he was called to 
settle over the First Unitarian 
church of Lowell, Mass., where he 
remained fourteen years, making 
himself known and felt as an elo- 
quent preacher, a good pastor and 
an enterprising citizen. 

From Lowell he was called to 



settle in the college town of Water- 
ville, Me. Here he remained ten 
years, became popular as a re- 
ligious teacher, and, as he mingled 

with the students of Colby Univer- 
sity, was often asked to address 
them, in the different departments. 
on various subjects. While he re- 
mained there he was loved and hon- 

From November 26, 1893, till 
October 8. 1899, he was pastor of 
Unity Church, Allston, Mass., doing 
successful work in and out of the 

But his hair was becoming some- 
what silvered, his heart waxed 
warm for his native state, his be- 
loved New Hampshire, and this in- 
duced him, against the wishes of his 
church, to break off his connection 
with them as pastor and to the 
Granite State turn bis steps for his 
last settlement. 

Really New Hampshire had be- 
come somewhat of a Holy Land to 
him. Keene seemed his New Jeru- 
salem; Ashuelot River his Jordan; 
Sullivan his Nazareth ; Dublin his 
Mount Zion, and Monadnock his 
Mount Sinai. 

He had scarcely got settled in his 
home at Keene before he was ur- 
gently requested to supply the 
Unitarian pulpit in Dublin, which he 
did to the great delight of the people 
there, and fathfully served them up 
to the time of his illness — some. 
fourteen years — preaching to them 
ma^iy an able sermon and giving 
them an abundance of large heart- 
ed sympathy in their sorrows. 

As a writer and contributor to 
the press there are many good 
things that might well and truly be 
said of him. Suffice it to say that 
the one great Memorial to his 

credit is a most glorious one. and 
that is the Sullivan Town History. 
From boyhood, as he was doing 
chores, picking flowers, planting 
potatoes, husking corn, mastering 
'history in school, solving in his 
head the hardest problems in Col- 
burn's Arithmetic, he was all the 
while storing up facts, to write 
out the history of his native town. 

No other person could have dune 
the immense undertaking so well 
and attractively as he, for he was 
especially fitted by inheritance, 
education and inclination for such 
work. The town of Sullivan has 
cause to feel greatly honored and 
most devoutly grateful that it has 
produced such an eminent historian. 
His name will long be remembered 
there, and will abide as a distin- 
guished man and a famous scholar. 

He was a broad-minded, conse- 
crated Christian, wishing to help 
everybody. Fie built upon the solid 
rock, while on earth, a monument 
to himself out of kind and noble 
deeds, which remain intact when 
bronze has corroded into dust and 
granite dissolved to ashes. Ff is 
character must be beautiful in the 
mansions above. 

He believed intensely in the 
Fatherhood of God, the Sonship of 
Christ and the Holy Spirit. As he 
dropped his sickle, 72 years old, he 
was still an intense almoner in 
blessing others religiously, educa- 
tionally, and socially. He was a 
remarkably wise and cultured man. 
wishing to help all souls, believing 
most devoutly that one is to reap 
just what lie sows. 

So, friends, let him not be lifeless, 
But more alive and active henceforth 
Than ever while in mortal mold 
Doing works of very high worth. 



By Mrs. Fran, 

"A fair, sunny valley rests, the 
placid hills among-." 

*'*Afar, Monadnock, 'air and .u ; "-i'id. 

Ot ; !! our hearts the pride 
Lifts toward the sky hi? sun-kissed cre-t. 
While vale and lake, in beauty dixst, 

Lie slumbering at his side." 

Here the actual characters of 
Seward's Village lived ami died; 
about this little village cluster 
memories and tales that will al- 
ways delight the hearts of home 
loving people in any day or gene- 
ration. It has been portrayed in 
poetry; the verse quoted above was 
by erne of the villagers. Another 
lias said in eloquent every day 
prose, "We shall always carry some 
of Sullivan with us. Wherever we 
go. we shall have Sullivan blood in 
our veins ; we shall have Sullivan 
counsels and Sullivan precepts and 
Sullivan virtues in our memories; 
we shall dream of our old Sullivan 
homes in the night and we shall 
speak of her to onr friends by day. 
We cannot forget our homes." 

Xo town historian has more 
faithfully, lovingly and interesting- 
ly depicted the growth of a town 
from its earliest settlement than has 
been done in the Sullivan town his- 
tory ; no author ha^ put more elo- 
quent feeling and real heart inter- 
est into his writing. We rightly 
think of this little Xew England 
town as Seward's Village, and yet 
he has only described in wonder- 
ful language what all Sullivan sons 
and daughters have felt, but could 
not so exptcssively put into words. 


"Through summer's heat and winter's snow 

They toiled these hills among; 
They laid the towering forest low, 
They watehed the grain and grasses grow, 
As rolled the year? along. 

*By Mrs. Ellen S. (Keith) Edwards. 

B. Kingsbury. 

Humble their homes, hut strong and bravx 
Each heart ami toil-worn hand ; 

Cheery their s^ngs that rose and fell 
And echoed through the mossy dell- 
Songs of their native land.'' 

From Massachusetts and Con- 
necticut came these earliest settlers. 
The cart wheel that brought the 
goods of the first White family is 
still kept. This family came from 
Uxbridge. Mass., and the American 
emigrant ancestor was none other 
than the Peregrine White of May- 
flower fame. 

The Adams family had the same 
emigrant ancestor as Presidents 
John and John Quincy Adams. 
The Bradford family had William 
Bradford, the Mayflower passen- 
ger, and second Governor of Ply- 
mouth Colony, for an ancestor. 

Abraham Browne, from Ilawke- 
don, England, was one of the first 
settlers of Watertown, Mass., and 
the first recorded birth in Water- 
town was of his daughter, Lydia ; 
the Brown family of Sullivan are 
his descendants. 

The Buckminster ancestral line 
goes back to a Wales family. Rev. 
Thomas Carter, born in England in 
1610, came to America in 1635, and 
was ordained in Woburn, Mass., in 
16+2 ; his descendants were among 
the early settlers in Sullivan. 

Hon. Charles Carter Comstock, a 
native of Seward's Village, was 
elected to Congress from Michigan. 
He was also mavor of Grand Rapids, 
Mich., in 1863 and 1864. He began 
his business life as a farmer on the 
old homestead, removed to Grand 
Rapids, grew up with the city and 
inaugurated the first wholesale 
furniture establishment in that city 
which has since been famous for the 
large number of such establish- 
ments. He was an eminently sue- 



eesslul business man and one who Germany, he learned the secret of 

never lost interest in his native making illuminating gas from CO a 

town The ancestors of th. Com- He introduced that process of lieht 

stock family came to Snlhyan from ing into the city of New York the 

Lyme. Conn. : farther back the line first successful plant of that charac 

has not been discovered, ter which was ever establ shed o n 

The Deweys were a remarkably the American Continent, his own 

fine family. J imothy Dewey be- house on Grand .street, being the 

mechanic" U^T""^ ^^ firSt buM ' m ^ s "^essfully equipped 

mechanics. While studying in for permanent illumination bv gas 



Dewey's gas works, or those start- 
ed under his initiative, were the 
first ever devised for strictly me- 
chanical uses. This distinguished 
honor is hardly second to that of his 
distinguished kinsman of later 
times, who won the great naval vic- 
tory in the harbor of Manila. The 
Dewey family came from noble 
stock, and their line is authentical- 
ly traced to the Emperor Charle- 
magne, and includes other sover- 
eigns besides. The Dewey family 
of Sullivan came there from Con- 

The Ellis family also developed 
mechanical tastes. Austin A. Ellis, 
who has been a mayor of Keene, 
early displayed taste in the use of 
lathes and delicate machinery. 
This family was from Dedham, 
Mass., originally, and the descend- 
ants removed to Keene and then to 

Joseph Felt, a Revolutionary sol- 
dier, was father of the Deacon 
Joseph Felt who was the first of the 
name in Sullivan ; George Felt, the 
emigrant ancestor, is said to have 
come to America with Endicott. 

John Field was a famous astron- 
omer in England ; Dr. John Field, 
the aide and distinguished physi- 
cian of Sullivan, was a descendant. 

John Foster came from New Eng- 
land with Roger Conant. Joseph 
Foster, who, lived in Sullivan, de- 
serves to rank among the great in- 
ventors of the world. He made a 
telephone, which connected his shop 
at Keene with trie court house and 
the town hall, iotig before the fam- 
ous invention was announced by 
those who are credited with the 
discovery. He invented a machine 
to spin wool from the mass, without 
carding, by drawing out the fibre 
ui a continuous thread. The ma- 
chine was in his shop when he 
died, but no one else could ever put 
it together. He was experiment- 
ing with electricity at the same 
time as Morse, and along similar 

lines. In the old Hememvay shop 
in Sullivan he built, in 1829, the 
first cabinet organ ever made in the 
world. The instrument received 
the various names of melodeon, 
aeolian. seraphine, and cabinet or- 
gan, according to the form and 
fashion of the case. This inven- 
tion has now become one of the 
most important in the country. He 
left in his house, at his death., an in- 
strument combining pipe organ, 
reed organ, and piano, but no one 
else could ever repair it. 

Elder Edmund Frost came from 
New Ipswich, England; a descend- 
ant, Deacon Benjamin Frost of 
Sullivan, was the father of three 
sons who graduated from Dart- 
mouth College, and. of a daughter 
who married the Rev. Arthur Little, 
D. D., of Boston. Carlton P. Frost 
studied medicine ; was in the ser- 
vice of the U. S. Government during 
the Civil War, and later was at 
Hanover, where he was connected 
with Dartmouth College. Fie was 
the Dean of the Dartmouth Medi- 
cal Department over twenty years; 
was president of both Vermont and 
New Hampshire Medical Societies. 
In 1894 Dartmouth conferred on 
him the honorary degree of EL. D. 
Hi.s two sons have both been in- 
structors at Dartmouth. A brother, 
who also studied medicine, was 
killed in the battle of Cold Harbor, 
Va., in 1864. 

Benjamin and Lydia Kemp had 
four sons, all of whom followed 
some profession. Two were physi- 
cians, one a dentist, one a clergy- 
man. The birthplace and ancestral 
line of Benjamin Kemp have not 
been learned. 

Edmund Goodnow came from 
England and settled in Sudbury, 
Mass., in 1638. His descendants 
who have lived in Sullivan have 
been noted for rare mechanical skill, 
as well as for exceptional musical 
ability. Daniel Goodnow, the first 
of the family to settle at East Sulli- 



van, was a skilful carpenter. His tinction of being the first settler on 

son, Caleb, built the host grist mill what is now Sullivan soil; his an- 

and the only bolting mill ever used cestral line cannot be traced. 

in his native town. There was Ralph Hememvay came from 

machinery in this mill which re- England about 1632, and settled in 

quired much skill and ingenuity to Roxbury, Mass.; Rev. Luther, a 

keep it in repair. Mr. Caleb Good- descendant, invented an awl handle 


Masonian Monument. 
Unveiled Aug. 27, 1907. This point was the northeast corner of the. original Keenc and 
the southeast corner of original Gilsum. 

now was a very particular man. 
He would never operate a machine, 
any more than he would play a 
musical instrument, unless it were 
in perfect order. It was his good 
fortune that he could adjttst his ma- 
chinery, even as he could perfectly 
tune an instrument. His children 
inherited his mechanical tastes. 
Stephen Griswold has the dis- 

in his little shop in Sullivan. A 
patent was procured for the inven- 
tion, and the principle involved is 
still in use. Pauline Hememvay, a 
granddaughter of Rev. Luther, mar- 
ried Domenico Altrocchi, and her 
daughter became the wife of the 
famous painter, Giacomo Martin- 
netti, of Florence, Italy. 

The Holbrook and Holt families 



both came from England and set- 
tied in -Massachusetts, and their 
descendants found their way to 

The ancestors of the Hubbard 
family were first in Weathersfield, 
Conn., and later in Massachusetts. 
Roswell Hubbard. Esq.. son of Rev. 
John of Northfrfcld, Mass.. was an 
uncle of Hon. Henry Hubbard, 
Governor of New Hampshire in 
1842 and 1843. 

Rev. James Keith preached his 
first sermon in America on a rock in 
"Mill Pasture." Bridgewater, Mass., 
at the age of 18; Ichabod Keith was 
in Sullivan, and Ellen S. (Keith) 
Edwards has endeared herself to 
all Sullivan, people by her poems 
for the Old Home Day celebrations 
of her native town. 

The Kendalls came from Kan- 
caster, Mass., and the Kingsburys 
from Dedham. The Locke family 
was from England ; James Locke, 
born Hopkinton. Mass., Dec. 5. 
1728, had fourteen children. He 
was a prominent man of affairs; 
was in the Revolutionary War ; 
was also in the Massachusetts legis- 
lature. He was a farmer and land 
surveyor; he moved to Sullivan and 
many of his descendants have lived 
here. One of them. Dr. John 
Locke, was an eminent scientist, 
and was the inventor of the cele- 
brated "electro chronograph" clock, 
for which Congress voted him $10.- 
000 in 1849 for the use of the in- 
strument in the Naval Observatory. 

Hugh Mason, a tanner, and one 
of the first settlers of Watertown, 
Mass., at the age of 28, with his 
wife Esther, aged 22. emigrated 
from England in 1634. The des- 
cendants of the first Mason family 
in Sullivan would form a small 
township all by itself. Charles 
Mason lived many years upon the 
homestead in Sullivan; he was one. 
of the most influential men of the 
town; was a justice of the peace 

and quorum throughout the state, 

and represented the town in the 
legislature. His brother. Orlando, 
was one of the most brilliant busi- 
ness men who have left Sullivan. 
He and his wife visited Europe in 
1883. He was active in forming 
the Winchendon Savings Bank, of 
which he was the president for 
twenty-five years. He was also a 
director of the First National Bank 
of Winchendon ; a trustee of dish- 
ing Academy, and a director of the 
Fitchburg Mutual Eire Insurance 
Company. He was a prominent 
member of the North Congregation- 
al church of Winchendon, and for 
twenty-two years the superintend- 
ent of its Sunday school. 

lames Matthew.s belonged to a 
Scotch Presbyterian family, and 
was one of the celebrated Scotch- 
Irish immigrants who came from 
the north of Ireland. John May- 
nard came from England nad was 
in Sudbury. Mass., in 1638. 

The ancestral emigrant of the 
Miller family is unknown. 

Samuel Morse of Dedham. Mass., 
was born in England in 1585. emi- 
grated to New England 1635. A 
descendant, Thomas Jr., was one 
of the earliest settlers in Sullivan. 

William Munroe, born in Scot- 
land, came to America in 1652. 
William, of the fourth generation, 
was a proprietor of the famous 
Munroe's Tavern in Lexington, 
where the British stopped and or- 
dered their drinks, when marching 
into that town on the memorable 
nineteenth of April, 1775. His 
litlte daughter. Anna, sat on the 
counter and passed the drinks. 
which Mr. Munroe. predicting that 
they would call for that purpose, 
had' requested his wife to mix, 
when he left the house to join his 
townsmen, to assist in defending the 
town. The daughter Anna after- 
wards became the wife of Rev. 
William Muzzy, the first settled 



minister of the gospel in Sullivan. 

William M. Muzzy, son of Rev. 
William and Anna, was one of the 
three or four richest men who were 
natives of Sullivan. lie went to 
Philadelphia at nineteen years of 
age and learned the business con- 
nected with the importation of hue 
glass, and soon began business for 
himself. He had an accurate mem- 
ory of faces and names, which 
served hi n well in business. He 
was a gentleman of the old school 
and a man greatly honored and re- 
spected. At his death, he left an 
estate of nearly or quite a million 

Benjamin Olcott, the second set- 
tier in Sullivan, came from East 
Haddam, Conn. ; his ancestral line 
is not known. John Osgood, born 
in England, July 23, 1595, was one 
of the founders of the town of An- 
dover, Mass.; Joshua of the sixth 
generation came to Sullivan. 
Fred Wheeler Osgood, a native of 
Sullivan, was a graduate of Dart- 
mouth College. 

Deacon Thomas Parker came to 
America in 1635. George Park- 
hurst emigrated from England in 
the same year, and was an early set- 
tler of Watertown, Mass. Both 
families had descendants in Sulli- 

The ancestor of James Phillips 
came from Ireland, and Jonathan 
Powell was the son of an English- 
man who came to America before 
the Revolution. 

James Nash was an early settler 
in Weymouth, Mass. ; his descend- 
ants in Sullivan have been many in 

Godfrey Nims, the first known of 
the name in this country, first ap- 
pears as a lad (Sept. 4, 1667) 
in Northampton, Mass.. wdiere he 
was punished for some slight youth- 
ful misdemeanor. He was of 
French origin, and is understood to 
have been of a Huguenot family. 
He married twice; two of the first 

Avifc's children and three of the 
second were captured and slain by 
the Indians, February 29. 1704. 
Mrs. Nims was taken at the same 
time, and slain on the way to Can- 
ada. Ebenezer, another child, was 
carried to Canada where he was 
adopted by a squaw. He married 
Sarah Hoyt, who was also a cap. 
tiv'e of the Indians, and their first 
child was born in Canada. They 
were redeemed in 1714, and return- 
ed to Deerfield, Mass., where they 
had born a son, David, March 30, 
1716. This son came to Keene in 
1740, and was the first town clerk 
and town treasurer of Keene. He 
had ten children, and it would re- 
quire several pages to merely list 
the names of their descendants con- 
nected with the town of Sullivan. 

The Proctor family of Sullivan is 
descended from Robert of Concord, 
Mass. Edward Raw.son, who was 
state secretary of the Colony of 
Massachusetts Bay, was the ances- 
tor of the Sullivan family of that 
name; his mother was Margaret, 
sister of Rev. John Wilson, the first 
preacher in Boston. 

The Spaulding family have been 
justly noted for mechanical in- 
genuity. Thomas, the first to settle 
in Sullivan, built the Hancock meet- 
inghouse, the second Sullivan meet- 
inghouse, and the second Dublin 
meetinghouse. All the sons of 
Thomas Spaulding were remark- 
ably ingenious, and a grandson, 
when a mere lad, made, with his 
own hands, a wagon which was in 
use several years. 

Hon. Daniel W . Rugg, son of 
Harrison and Sophia (Beverstock) 
Rugg, is the only person who has 
ever been elected to the state sen- 
ate while a resident of the town. 
Mr. Rugg was born in Sullivan, at- 
tended its schools, and has been a 
successful farmer. He represented 
the town in the legislature and state 
senate, and has held the most im- 
portant town offices in Sullivan, 



Hon. Lockhart Willard, who lived 
in town at the time of its incorpo- 
ration, and was the first town 
treasurer, soon moved to Keene. 
lie was a state senator, a man of 
energy, and a person of much 
prominence in the community. 

The line of the Towne 
family is thought to go hack to 
Richard Towne of, Eng- 
land, before 1600. 

The Seward family came from 
England. Hon. Henry W. Seward 
has been several times elected to 
the General Court of Massachusetts 
from Watertown, where he lived 
after leaving Sullivan. Edgar S., 
William A., and Erving G., have 
all been remarkably successful in 
life and an honor to the town in 
which they were born. 

The ancestor of the. Wilson 
family of Sullivan came from Ty- 
rone, Ireland, in 1737, with the 
famous Scotch Irish emigrants. A 
descendant was Hon. John Wilson 
of Belfast, Me. (in the U. S. Con- 
gress in 1813-14), and Sarah, whose 
daughter married Hon. John Scott 
Harrison, son of President William 
Henry Harrison. Hon. James Wil- 
son of Petcrboro and Keene was 
the father of Gen. James Wilson, 
the well-known lawyer and orator 
of Keene and a member of the U. 
S. Congress. The Sullivan family 
of Wilsons were closely related to 
these Wilsons. 

Joel Williston Wright was born 
in Sullivan, and became an able in- 
structor and a very learned and 
skilful physician. There 'have 
been several families of the Wright 
name in Sullivan, but it has been 
impossible to trace their ancestral 

Mothers or Sullivan 

One of the toasts at the Centen- 
nial Anniversary was: 

Our Foreinothers — Their spinning 

wheels were their musical instruments ; 
their power looms were moved by their 

own muscles. No French cooking could 
have made more appetizing their frugal, 
yet excellent meals. 

In response to this sentiment, 
Mrs. Cynthia (Locke) Gerould, 
sent the following poem, written in 
her eighty-fourth year. 

Don't look for a poem from otic eighty- 

Fit at all for either yourself or for me. 

My hair is as white as the snow that tiies, 

And Em older than most who have gone 
to the skies ; 

But well I remember the days long ago. 

When over the hills and through the deep 

Not missing a day, to school we would go. 

Our mothers then used the loom and the 

And around would fly the old clock-reel ; 

They bak'd and they churu'd, and made 
the good cheese, 

No new-fangl'd notions their muscles to 

On Sunday, to "meeting" the people would 

go - . . 
And sit without stove when flying the 

snow ; 
A little foot-stove might warm the cold 

And be handed along to another one's seat. 
The pews they were square, the seats they 

were hard. 
And children would squeak where panels 

were bar'd. 
At noon they would gather and talk of the 

And, afternoon, come again to their pews. 
Great changes have come, and the years 

gone by ; 
No longer the wheel and home-shuttle fly ; 
But — noble is life — and noble are they 
Who've gleaned up their their his'try for 

Century day. 
So joy do 1 give you from one of old 


Who, living among you, was 

Cynthia Locke. 


Every village has "characters" as 
well as its famous men, and there 
were several of the character type in 
Seward's Village. 

"Maney" Hibbard, as she was 
called, was supported many years 
by the town. She had a temper 
that was simply ferocious. She 
would get so angry at the women 
at whose house she was slopping 



that she would lash herself into a 

fit and throw herself upon the floor 
and foam at the mouth. 

The women so disliked to have 
old "Maney" around that they 
would plead with their husbands on 
the morning of town meeting not 
to 'bid off" this unfortunate pauper. 
When the bidding began, there 
would be profound silence. It 
could rarely get under way with- 
out an adjournment to a store or 
tavern, where a treat would be of- 
fered to all bidders. This tempta- 
tion would unseal the silent lips 
and the poor creature would be bid 
off to a dozen persons, for nobody 
would dare to go home and face 
his wife with the information that 
he had dared to take her for more 
than a month, and on the first day 
of each month, she would be 
promptly taken to the next place, 
if loads had to be specially broken 
out to get her there. 

Mrs. Pompey Woodward, a 
colo:ed woman, was another of the 
"characters" of the town. In her 
way .she was of a proud spirit. On 
the fust Sunday after her arrival 
in town, as Pompey's bride, as they 
approached the meetinghouse, sit- 
ting .on the same horse, she was 
ove. heard saying, "Hold up your 
head, Pomp, they will all look at 
us," as was undoubtedly the case. 
When the pews of the second 
meetinghouse were sold, she insist- 
ed on Pompey's buying a pew on 
the lower floor "where the respect- 
able people s.-t." She wanted a 
house which would be the equal of 
any in town. She prevailed upon 
Pompey to take down an old house, 
and erect a two-story (or "upright") 
house. They got the frame raised 
and there the work ceased. Final- 
ly they boarded off a little room in 
one corner, in which they lived as 
best they could. While living in 
this plight, the old woman entered 
a store in Keene to do some shop- 
♦Verse from a poem written by Dauph 

ping, and said to the trader. "Only 
three men in our neighborhood 
have upright houses, Deacon Sew- 
ard, Captain Seward and Mr. Wood- 

She stammered badly, which can- 
not here be imitated, but which 
added to the grotesque nature of her 
speech. As winter approached, 
the neighbors clearly saw that the 
Woodwards could never go through 
the season in that fashion and they 
clubbed together and took the old 
frame and some timber which they 
provided and built them a little 
cottage; but the old lady was ex- 
ceedingly dissatisfied because it was 
not an "upright" house. 

Another woman of eccentric 
character was a town charge for a 
long time. She was a good woman, 
but very sensitive and peculiar in 
her disposition. Children enjoyed 
calling upon her. because of her 
very quaint observations. On one 
occasion when some young ladies 
called at her cottage, she said: "1 
never drink tea, for it unravels my 


I remember, well remember, the school- 
house on the hill. 

And the band of youthful schoolmates I 
well remember still; 

That band, alas ! is broken — the grave has 
had a share. 

And some are widely scattered — they are 
gone, we know not where. 

I remember the old bucket that then hung 

in the well ; 
To sink it in the crystal fount hew from 

the curb it fell ; 
When we had dipped the bucket deep, and 

filled it to the brim. 
We drew it: dripping from the well and 

drank from its mossy rim. 

I remember ail the teachers, each one in 

their turn, — 
Some were mild and cheerful, others were 

harsh and stern ; 
Some would try to please us and our 

weary hours beguile, 
Others would ofl'ner greet us with a 

frown than with a smile." 

in W. Wilson. 



One of Sullivan's "sens." (Dr. G. 
\Y. Keith I sent this to the Cen- 
tennial Celebration : 

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years of age. My p 

an educa- 

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time came for the boy's recess, I 
had resolved, as soon as I was out, 
to play the role of Prodigal Son and 
return home. I knew two of the 
boys — Ike Kingsbury, a little 
rusty, scrawny chap in nankeen 
breeches and dirty white jacket, 
with hare feet and sore toes, and 
Gabriel, not the original, but Gabriel 
Doaney, a tall-round-shouldered 
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Reunion of Scholars previous to 1860, 10th June, 1911. 29 present. 

Dr. S. M. Dinsmoor, Teacher. 

me I was not old enough to go to 
school, but I knew better, and so 
like Mary's little lamb, I followed 
my sister to school one day, and 
was uncomfortably seated upon the 
low bench, and there I sat — the 
longest hour I had ever known — 
feeling like the disobedient cock 
down in the well, who 'ne'er had 
been in this condition, but for my 
mother's prohibition !' Before the 

sembled the inside of mouldy hem- 
lock bark ; and these two I tried to 
persuade to run away, but they 
were loyal and would not go, and 
when the raps came on the window- 
sash, the good boys went in and I 
ran for home, keeping an eye over 
my shoulder to see if I was not 
being pursued by the teacher — not 
being able to understand that my 
room would be better than my com- 



pany. I did not go to school again 
for two years, and then was sent. 

I walked a mile and a half, and 
stood in the dignified presence of 
the teacher, Madame Wood, ma- 
triculated — that is, told her my 
name, and saw her write it down 
in a little green-covered book — and 
commenced storing my mind with 
the lore of the public school, and 
with school-boy tricks — especially 
the latter. Before the first term 
ended 1 had learned to read in the 
'Easy Lessons,' to spell words of 
two syllables, to chew gum, whis- 
per, throw paper wads, spill my ink, 
tread on the next boy's toes, make 
the girls giggle by facial contor- 
tions, 'sass' the teacher, fight with 
the boys, throw stones through the 
window, and run away at intermis- 
sion to attend 'training' at Keene. 
I had been kept after school, had 
held down a nail, toed the mark for 
an hour with my hands behind me, 
had been .sent home (though I 
never went more than half way), 
had had my ears boxed and pulled, 
had been gently swayed to and fro 
by my foretop (which undoubtedly 
caused the premature barefooted- 
ness on top of my head), and wal- 
loped with a birch stick. I remem- 
ber the evening after the last men-, 
tioned performance asking my 
mother if our school was a publick 
school, and remarking that ] had no 
fault to find with the pub part of it, 
but the lick was not agreeable." 

Jn one of Mrs. Edwards' poem, 
she .says : 

Once again I tread the pathway 

Leading to the school-room door ; 
Once again I li^t to voices 

We, on earth, shall hear no more : 
Once again as when the shadows 

Of those autumn evenings fell, 
I can hear the clear tones ringing 

Of the dear old study bell. 

How all fun and laughter vanished 
When we heard its warning sound ; 

No rest then, until the values 
Of x, y, and z were found; 

H iiv. we strove for thoughts deep hidden 

M ikon's epic linos among, 
Or stored up with mem'ry's treasures 

Some loved poet's giad, sweet song. 

Meeting House 

The second meetinghouse built 
in Seward's Village was 49 by 37 
feet with porches at the east and 
west ends, through which were 
reached the side, or end entrance 
to the audience room. In each 
porch was a stairway leading to the 
gallery. The front door opened di- 
rectly into the broad isle, at the op- 
posite, or northern, end of which 
was the pulpit. The pulpit was 
reached by a long flight of stairs. 
The pulpit front and the stairs and 
balustrade and gallery fronts and 
supporting columns were painted a 
light blue. There was a thick 
cushion upon the pulpit to support 
the Bible. 

The pews were of the prevailing 
"square pew type" of that period. 
All were provided with doors. 
The ends and doors of the pews 
were panelled. There was a 
"spindle balustrade," or as some- 
times expressed " a row of little 
spindles," about the tops of the 
sides of the pews, each "spindle" 
being about six inches or more long. 
Most of these "spindles" could be 
turned around, which often fur- 
nished amusement for little chil- 
dren during service. 

These pews were unpainted and 
as time went on, rude boys whit- 
tled them very badly. Contrary to 
custom, there was no sounding 
board over the pulpit. There were 
two services on each Sunday, at 
10:30 a. m. and 1 o'clock p. m. with 
a Sunday School between the two 
services. The sermon was often 
an hour in length. One pastor had 
sermons which it took two hours 
to deliver, preaching one half in the 
forenoon and the other half in the 
afternoon. The choir was com- 
posed of all persons who were will- 



tng to sing. The hymn book was with no fire, through those intermi- 
Watts' and Select Hymns. There nably long sermons, in midwinter, 
was no musical instrument except The caretaker used to be required 

a bass viol. Reuben Morse "pitch 
ed the tunes" for many years. 

During the Ion'. 1 - prayer (which 
was rarely less than fifteen, and 

often twenty minutes in length), 
the audience stood, the uncushioned 

to wash the meetinghouse twice a 
year and sweep it six times. 
Neither of the first two meeting- 
houses had a spire or bell. 

In spite of discomforts.' the old 
meetinghouse endeared itself to 

seats in the old square pews being the people. The following lines 
raised on hinges. At the close of. written on the day of the last church 
the prayer, these seats were drop- service in the above described 



Sullivan Meeting-House. Dedicated Dec. 7, 1848. 

ped almost simultaneously, with an 
uproarious clash. 

The outside of the building was 
painted in a yellowish tint with 
white trimmings. 

In 1826 a stove was allowed for 
the first time, and the meetinghouse 
caretaker was required "to provide 
fuel for the stove, and keep a fire 
when necessary." Previous to this, 
the only heat was furnished by foot 
stoves carried by the women who 
usually obtained their live coals 
from the open fireplace of Enoch 
Woods, near the meetinghouse. It 
required strong moral courage on 
the part of our forefathers to sit, 

building are from a poem by 
Dauphin Wilson, one of the faith- 
ful attendants at the old church. 


Farewell, these old gray walls, farewell; 

Farewell each foot-worn aisle. 
How many score the friends who here 

Have met us with a smile. 

Like autumn leaves torn from the trees, 
They're scattered far and wide. 

Some rest in yonder burying ground, 
There sleeping side by side. 

Some chose a home still further north. 
Where 'neath the frosts and snows, 

F"ar from their early childhood's home, 
'their bodies now repose. 



Some made the distant west their home, 

Nearer thi setting sun, 
An 1 on the prairies sank to rest. 

Their earthly work well done. 

Some, too, passed through the "Golden 

A fortune there tb rain, 
\\ here gold is found in shining sands, 

On California's plain. 

Some made the sunny South their home, 

In days long since gone by, 
And sleep their last long dreamless sleep 

Beneath its genial sky. 

And some of those who now remain, 

Who oft have met us here, 
Have heads all silvered o'er with age, 

With frost of many a year. 

Their life lamps burn but dimly now; 

The flickering soon will cease; 
And heavn'Iy light will guide their steps. 

Where all is rest and peace. 

These old walls, too, must soon come down 

He levelled with the ground ; 
Like those who once did worship here, 

They'll soon be scattered round. 

Whene'er a fragment I shall see, 

' f will in my mind renew 
The thought of friends, so near and dear, 

Who S3t in every pew. 

The Sullivan minister enjoys the 
use of a good parsonage, beautiful 
for its situation, which commands 
a line view of Monadnock and many 
hills and mountains to the south 
and south-east, with views of peaks 
in Massachusetts and Vermont. 
This parsonage was willed to the 
societv by Asa Ellis who died Feb. 
14, 1874. 

One of the early ministers stipu- 
lated that 35 cords of wood should 
be annually drawn to his house by 
the parish. Similar arrangements 
were made with some of the later 
ministers. The provision for the 
pastor's wood was finally made 
permanent by the will of James 
Comstock, who died April 6, 1861, 
and willed to the society a valuable 
wood lot. 

Cemeteries, Funerals, Etc. 

On March 4, 1797, a committee 
of six men was chosen to lay out 

the buryi tig-ground in form. They 
proceeded to do so, and a chart of 
the ground was prepared on sheep- 
skin parchment, which was then, or 
later, fastened to stout cloth. On 
this chart, the lots were properly 
delineated and the names of lot- 
takers inserted from time to time, 
as they were taken. As a result of 
this extraordinary foresight on the 
part of the founders of this town, 
it has been possible to identify 
everv- grave in the old cemetery, 
with possibly the exception of those 
in a single, lot of which the lot- 
taker's name had become illegible 
upon the old chart. 

On March 13, 1827, the. town vot- 
ed to purchase a hearse and build a 
house to keep it in. On the eighth 
day of the preceding December, 
Samuel Osgood died. There had 
been a heavy fall of snow, which 
had been melted by a thaw, and the 
roads were exceedingly muddy. 
It was decided to convey his body 
to the grave upon the body of a 
wagon, in consequence of the bad 
travelling. This was the first corpse 
in town which had been carried to 
a grave upon a wheeled vehicle. 
In winter, however, when the snow 
was deep and drifted, a few bodies 
had been conveyed to the cemetery 
upon ox sleds. The body of 
Nathan Bolster, whose funeral oc- 
curred in the midst of a howling 
snow storm in February, was thus 
carried to the grave. 

The hearse was built within a 
month from the day the town had 
authorized its construction. It was 
hurriedly finished at the last, that 
it might be used at the funeral of 
Sparhawk Kendall, who died on 
April 4 of the same year. His body 
was the first which was borne to its 
grave in Sullivan upon a regular 
hearse. The hearse-house was built 
the same year exactly where the 
gate of the cemetery is now placed. 
Forty dollars was paid for making 
the hearse and hearse-house. 



During its existence that hearse 
called at nearly every door in Sulli- 
van, li was a clumsy vehicle, for 
one with heavy black cloth 
curtains at the sides and rear end. 
the bottom of the curtains being 
edged with deep black fringe. Dur- 
ing the funeral service, the coffin 
was covered with the heavy black 
nail, called the "burying-cloth." 
The service, anciently, was of great 
length, lite sermon alone often oc- 
cupying an hour, not to speak of 
the Bible reading, prayers and 
hymns. Few flowers were used, 
only simple bouquets or wreaths of 
common garden dowers in their 
season, or perhaps a few wild 
flowers. At the funeral of Mrs. 
Daniel Wilson, in 1825, a bunch of 
tansy in blossom was laid upon the 
pall. In winter, the absence of 
flowers, the chilly air. and the 
dreary services rendered such an 
occasion a most gloomy procedure- 
All the citizens of the town, as a 
rttle, attended funerals in olden 
times. At one funeral, a town 
meeting was adjourned, for a time. 
to afford all an opportunity to be 
present. Mourners were seated, 
during the services, with a math-. 
metical precision, beginning with 
the "head mourner," (because plac- 
ed at the head of the coffin), and 
proceeding according to the vary- 
ing grades of blood relationship. 
Complaints were not infrequently 
heard of those who were "not plac- 
ed as near the corpse as they should 
have been." Errors on the part of 
the "conductor of the funeral" were 
likely to be forcefully brought to 
his notice. 

After the long service was con- 
cluded, the assembled friends "took 
leave of the departed." This leave- 
taking called forth a certain mor- 
bid curiosity to watch the chief 
mourners as they took their leave, 
to see "how they took it," to quote 
the current expression. After all 
had taken their last look at the 

face of the deceased, a white cloth 
was placed over the face of the 
corpse, and the coffin was then clos- 
ed and the pall wrapped about it. 
It was then fastened to the bier, on 
the ends of whose legs were rude 
ca.stors. This bier, surmounted by 
the coffin, was then trundled into 
the body of the hearse. This action 
produced a squeaking. grating 
sound, strikingly noticeable on such 
an occasion. Children were some- 
times frightened with the thought 
that the corpse was screaming. 

As a rule there was no committal 
.service, nor any special religious 
service at the grave. The minister 
rarely went to the grave, except 
upon some occasion of unusual in- 
terest. After the coffin had been 
deposited in thq grave, the con- 
ductor of the funeral thanked the 
bearers and all who had assisted in 
any way upon the solemn occasion, 
and usually invited all to return to 
the late home of the deceased, 
where it was expected that a 
bountiful dinner would be served, 
often largely or wholly provided by 
neighbors, and of which the greater 
portion would partake. 

Until 1S27, it had been the cus- 
tom to serve liquors at funerals. 
Sometimes they were set upon a 
table, where anyone could help 
one's self. Sometimes a punch was 
served. The "parson" was polite- 
ly served first, wdio sometimes al- 
lowed his glass to be replenished, 
and who rarely refused to be serv- 

After the bell was placed in the 
church belfry in 1860 it was cus- 
tomary to toll for the death of any- 
one in town. The bell was tolled 
for a quarter of an hour or more, 
with long intervals between the 
strokes of nearly a minute in 
length. At the conclusion, the age 
was struck, by giving as many 
strokes as there were completed 
years in the deceased person's age. 
After another pause, a single stroke 



was given if the person were a 
male, and two strokes if a female. 
It was not customary to toll for 
infants tinder three years of age. 
On the day of the burial, if the 
procession passed the church, the 
bell was tolled while it passed. 

Tragedies, Casualties, Fires, Etc. 

Grim tragedy entered this peace- 
ful village, as it is wont to do in 
every locality. It made no dis- 
tinction of persons, and often laid 
low an individuality which the vil- 
lage least desired to spare. Roth 
old and young were victims. On 
Nov. 2. 1897. occurred one of the 
saddest and most shocking trage- 
dies which ever occurred in Sew- 
ard's Village. Leland Ernest 
Ileald, a little boy two years of age, 
was fatally shot, while sitting on 
his mother's lap. A neighbor was 
calling upon Mr. Heald, and they 
were looking at guns. While ex- 
amining a gun. the man happened 
to discharge it. 

The muzzle by an unlucky 
chance. was so pointed that the 
bullet pierced the little boy's heart 
and he soon expired. It was, an- 
other of the many cases of "1 did 
not know it was loaded." Nothing 
could induce the mother to ever 
afterward live in the house where 
the accident occurred. 

Insanity was the cause of two 
murders in town, and carelessness 
was responsible for several casual- 

In May 1812, James Estey lost an 
eye. He had been suffering from 
an acute pain in the eye for some 
time. It was thought, at first, that 
he had scratched it with the thorn 
of a gooseberry bush near which 
he was playing, but later circum- 
stances disproved this view. The 
eye had begun to obtrude from his 
head when the surgeons advised its 
removal. The operation was per- 
*From a poem by Dauphin YV. Wilson, 

formed by Amos Twitchell. M. D., 
one of the best and ablest surgeons 
^\ New England. It was before 
lie days of ether. The poor fellow 
was fastened into a chair and the 
operation lasted thirty-five minutes. 
The agony of the boy during the 
operation was almost indescribable. 
His screams were heard a long 
distance. On removing the eye it 
was found that seven tumors, of 
varying sizes, had begun to de- 
velop in the eye-socket, and had 
nearly pushed his eye out of his 
head. Young Estey was then 
eighteen years of age. He surviv- 
ed this ordeal many vears. 

In 1809, the dwelling of Daniel 
Wilson was burned. Two daugh- 
ters, Sally and Betsey, were ''fix- 
ing" to get married. The flax 
wheels were humming and tow and 
flax were much in evidence. While 
they were busily spinning, a dog 
chased a cat through the room. 
His tail brushed through the open 
fire and caught afire. He switched 
it into the flax, of which there was 
an abundance lying around, and no 
human power could save the house 
which was sC)on in flames. Very 
httle was saved from the wreck. 
The household goods, including a 
line outfit for the two girls, "went 
up in smoke." Sally expeditiously 
renewed her preparations and was 
married "inside the frame of the 
house being erected on the new- 
site," Jan. 1, 1810. 


"They heard their country calling 

Upon her sons for aid : 
With patriotic fervor, 

They cheerfully obeyed. 

They left their friends behind them — 
Their homes where they were born ; 

Where passed their early childhood, 
Their youth's bright, happy morn. 

Where balls flew swift and thickest, 
'I hey stood in firm array : 




Where steel met 
They onward 

.•el the fiercest, 

irced their wav. 

They fought for right .and freedom, 

And not lor worldly fame. 
No sfairfs on their escutcheon; 

Hach left an honored name." 

One of our lads, Asahel Nims, 
marched from Keene, on that event- 
ful Friday morning, April 21, 1775. 
under Capt. Isaac Wyman. After 
the men were enlisted, a faint- 
hearted fellow showed cowardice, 
and wished to be excused. There 
was opposition to this, but young 
Xim.s, overhearing" the argument, 
exclaimed, "'Let the coward go. I 
will take his place." He did so. 
He left his little clearing and the 
young woman who was to have be- 
come his wife, and marched with 
Captain Wyman, and was made a 
"sergeant" in his company. Cap- 
tain Stiles commanded the company 
at Hunker Hill, and there young 
Nims offered up his life, the first 
man, from that soil which now con- 
stitutes Sullivan, to lose his life in 
battle. His name, with others of 
the slain, is on a bronze tablet, plac- 
ed upon a gate of the Bunker Hill 

There were about 67 men, who 
came to the little village of Sulli- 
van, arid settled farms during or 
soon after the war, who had seen 
service in the Revolution. 

An interesting feature in the his- 
tory of any town was its military 
company or companies. In the old 
colonial days and until the Declara- 
tion of^ Independence, the militia 
consisted practically of all effective 
men. During the Revolution, and 
for some time after, the militia was 
divided into two classes, the train- 
ing band and the alarm list. The 
"training days" were occasions of 
much merriment for the boys. It 
wa.s the custom for the subordinate 
officers of the company to rally the 
men at some convenient point, at 
a very early hour of the morning, 

and march to the captain's house 
and fire a salute to waken him, 
which was regarded in reality as a 
complimentary salute. Sometimes 
the fun was carried too far. 

When Josiah G. White was the 
captain, not contented with firing 
the salute in his yard, some of the 
"boys" entered the house (houses 
in those days were never, or rarely, 
fastened) and dischargeel their 
firearms up the chimney, in the old 
fashioned fireplace. Mrs. White 
had her "baking" lying upon the 
hearth, and the soot which was dis- 
lodged utterly ruined all her pies, 
bread, beans, etc. 

The regimental muster occurred 
in September or October of each 
year and was the great holiday of 
the season. Venders of fruit, 
candy and gingerbread, and hawk- 
ers and peddlers of all descriptions 
frecjuented the field. Men, women, 
and children came from all the 
towns whose militia was represent- 
ed. It was more exciting than the 
modern circus. Cider and strong 
drinks were freely sold and used. 
The canteens of the soldiers, which 
held a epiart, were usually well 
filled in the morning, and, it is fair 
to presume, were empty before 
night, in some cases at least. 

A brigade muster was an unusual 
event. There were several thous- 
and men in line and thousands of 
people came to witness the spec- 

One notable occasion of that 
character was the great brigade 
muster in Swanzey in 1810, 
when Philemon Whitcomb of that 
town was the major general of the 
3rd Division. Swanzey was Whit- 
comb's home and he took the great- 
est pride in making this one of the 
most remarkable events of his life. 
There were as many as 4,000 sol- 
diers in line and twice as many 
spectators were present. The last 
muster of the old time militia in 
this vicinity was at Keene, October 



2. 1850. The Companies had fine 
and brilliant uniforms, but the rain 
poured down in torrents during a 

large part of the time. The in- 
spection and review took place, but 
the ceremonies were much curtail- 
ed and the heavy rain spoiled the 
appearance of everything. 

Of the men and lads who served 
in the Civil War from Sullivan. 
nearly half lost their lives in battle 
or by disease incidental to army 
life. The sacrifice was very pre- 
cious and costly for a little town 
of this size. They were sincerely 
mourned, but no relative has ever 
been heard to wish that they had 
remained at home and avoided the 

Silas L. Black, an "only son of a 
widowed mother," enlisted Sept. 
6, and was mustered in Sept. 17. 
1861. He died of disease at Budds 
Ferry, Md.. Dec. 20, 1861, and his 
body was the first soldier brought 
back to town for burial. The event 
occasioned much sympathy and in- 

Of Lieut. Milan D. Spaulding it 
i.s said "with the exception of chills. 
he did not see a sick day in the ser- 
vice. He was in every engagement 
(and the list is an exceedingly long 
one) in which his company was en- 
gaged, except First Bull Run and 
Drury's Bluff. He was never in 
the hospital, never rode a step on 
any march, and came home without 
a scratch." Thi.s regiment was in 
many of the greatest battles of the 
war. No Sullivan man ever had a 
finer war record. 

Ormond F. Nims was connected 
for six years, as lieutenant, captain, 
and major, with the old Boston 
Light Artillery. In the Civil War 
he served three years and five 
months as the captain of the fam- 
ous "Nims Battery," and "for gal- 
lant and meritorious services dur- 
ing the war," he received the three 
brevet ranks of major, lieutenant 

colonel and colonel. He attained 
the most distinguished raid, of any 
native of the town during the Civil 
War. His battery lias an honor- 
able place in the history of that 
great Conflict. 

There were in the Civil War, 23 
men who belonged to the town of 
Sullivan, 33 who were natives or 
former residents, and 19 more who 
came there to live afterwards, mak- 
ing a ^grand total of 75, connected 
with Sullivan, who participated in 
that memorable conflict. 

July 4, 1867, a soldier's monu- 
ment, the first in the state to be 
dedicated, was appropriately dedi- 
cated to Sullivan's "unreturning 
braves," ten of them, who gave 
their lives for their country. 

On this monument are inscribed 
the names and records of those ten 
men ; at the dedication of the monu- 
ment an address, by Captain C. F. 
Wilson, closed with these words: 
"So long as that granite rests on its 
foundation, so long as those inscrip- 
tions remain in the marble, so long 
a.s that spire rises toward heaven, 
long after our bodies have gone 
back to dust, and our spirits return- 
ed unto God who gave them, will 
generation after generation rise up 
and call you blessed." 

Literary "Lights" of Seward's 

The village has produced a few 
writers who were endowed by 
nature with a natural genius for 
poetry and prose composition. 

Captain Eliakim Nims was a 
born humorist, in the most proper 
sense of that term. His wit was 
original and harmless, yet pointed 
and entertaining. He was a readv 
versifier and could produce poetry 
on the spur of the moment. He 
was a natural rhymester. One day, 
Benaiah Cooke,' the editor of the 
Cheshire Republican, meeting him 
upon the street in Keene, said to 



him: "Mr. Nirns, 1 hear that you 
can make a poem on the spot, as 
quickly as ever Watts did." Mr. 
Nims replied: "I can sir." Then 
said Mr. Cooke, "Give me one now." 
Immediately, Capt. Nims began: 

"Oi all the villains whom God torsook, 
His name. — it v. as Benaiah Cook. 
The earth was glad, and Heaven v.illin', 
To lei the Devil have the villain." - 

There was no ill feeling between 

the men and Mr. Cooke enjoyed the 
joke (for it was only intended as 
such) and appreciated the readi- 
ness with which Mr. Nims reeled 
oil' the poetry. 

with regard to courtship. After 
meeting with a refusal from that 
same young lady, he was ashamed 
to go where any of the boys would 
see him and crawled into a shed. 
Eventually he fell asleep, and roll- 
ed into the hog- pen. He was then 
obliged to go home at once, in that 
sorry plight, and. on the way, he 
encountered some of the boys and 
was obliged to confess the affair. 
Captain Nims immediately compos- 
ed a most humorous poem upon the 

The citizens of the tow'n long 
preserved a riddle invented by 

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. . 

Representatives of Sullivan families at the Golden Wedding of Mr. and Mrs. Dauphin 
W. Wilson, at Keene, November 3, 1886. 

If anything happened that was 
ridiculous, he was quite likely to 
describe the subject in verse. A 
certain young fellow of the olden 
time desired to pay his addresses to 
a proud-spirited young woman who 
would not listen to him. The fel- 
low, not doubting that his company 
would be acceptable to any lady, 
had made known to the boys that 
he was going to the house "to stay 
with the young lady," as the ex- 
pression was used in olden time 

Captain Nims. A black boy. nam- 
ed David, went to Keene one day 
and benight a kettle. He came 
home, mounted on a brown horse, 
carrying his kettle on his head, with 
the three legs up. It was a comical 
sight, and Mr. Nims, who saw it, 
immediately composed this riddle: 

'"Black upon black, 
And black upon brown ; 
Three legs up 
• And six legs down." 

Cynthia Locke was a lyric poet- 




ess of much credit. One of hei 
poems appears in this article. 

Dauphin W. Wilson was a bal- 
ladist, and the true spirit of poetry 

was in his nature. He was par- 
ticularly attached to his native 
town, ; nd every object of int. rest 
which ever existed in the town was 
treasured by him in memory. The 
old meetinghouse, the schoolhouse, 
of his childhood, the old cemetery, 
the old halls and stores, all re-ap- 
peared in his imagination over and 
over again. Extracts from several 
of his poems have already been 

Rev. Josiah Peabody was a 
satirist who did not always spare 
the feelings of those whom has 
satire hit. He was a graduate of 
Dartmouth College, belonged to a 
family of great distinction in New 
England, and had inherited a fond- 
ness for wit and sarcasm which 
characterized much of his literary 
work, lie published several poems 
in the local county papers, some of 
which were deserving of a place in 
a permanent collection of literature. 

Marquis DeLafayette Collester, 
a young man of great promise, who 
died before he had fully developed 
his latent powers, early evinced a 
poetic talent of a high order. At 
his graduation at Bernarston, 
Mass., he read an original poem, 
which was a production of much 
excellence, graceful in form, and 
stately in movement. He graduat- 
ed from Middlebury. Yt.. College, 
became a lawyer, also the principal 
of a .seminary in Minnesota, and 
died early in life. He was a bril- 
liant young man wdiose light was 
too early extinguished. The fol- 
lowing is an extract from his 
graduation poem : 


' : here is n spot of fair ancestral name, 
Rich in historic narrative and fame. 
The heme of purity, — New England's 
pride, — 

The place where exiled heroes lived and 

Where once was wilderness and gloom and 

See villages and cities spring to life; 

Where once was ignorance and vice and 

Now hear the merry church hells weekly 
chime ; 

Where threats of savage vengeance fdled 
the air, 

Now list the sweet persuasiveness of 

Methinks with less preliminary talk 

You would anticipate "Old Plvmouth 

The spot where truth first lit her heacon 

And with a dauntless zeal that never tires, 

Did struggle to maintain on every hand 

Religious freedom and the rights of man. 

Her s:urdy champions left upon our shore 

Impressions that will live forevermore. 

Undying records of their deeds we find 

Within the grateful hearts of all mankind. 

Man's right to worship God as he might 

Was once a theme for critical reviews; 

But when the Mavfiower's weather-beaten 

Its stormy way toward Plvmouth Rock- 
did feel. 

When first upon our bleak, deserted soil, 

With courage rare, and persevering toil, 

Undaunted by the storm or billows' toss, 

They reared the standard of the Chris- 
tian cross, 

An era dawned upon the sin-stained earth, 

Surcharged vi.h blessing, and replete with 
worth ; 

"Freedom to worship God" did then en- 

The rapt attention of that haughty age; 

Along the brow of heaven, wi.h words of 

The sacred motto mounted higher, higher. 

And, like the star of Bethlehem, stood still, 

The prophecy of ages to fulfil. 

By far the best writer of verse 
whom Sullivan has yet produced is 
Mrs. Edwards, whose maiden 
name was Ellen . Sophia Ke'ith. 
Although she was born in Keene, 
she had lived in Sullivan from her 
earliest childhood until her father's 
decease, although away much of the 
time, engaged in' teaching. 

She was well educated, and was 
an excellent school teacher as well 
as a poetess of especial merit. Her 
poems have been one of the features 
of the exercises at Old Home Day 


gatherings in Sullivan. Sullivan And, with faith serene, urrwav'ring, 

has its Old Home Week Associa- .,£ assed * tha1 immo f tal > h " r S .... 

, ■ , , , • • Where, like iruuraut breath oJ lilies 

tion, and has held some interesting: Love flows round them evermore, 
and happy meetings, and welcomed 

hack to the soil of the old home the We still linger 'mid the turmoil 

sons and daughters that have made D ° f :his earth - our w . ork not don , e; 

' . - , ■''•■! "'tit our eves are turning westward 

their homes in other towns. Toward the setting of life's sun. 

\\ e can iimaging them on Old But, although our lucks are whitening. 

Home Dav as they bid adieu to the 'though joy after joy departs. 

Old home' town, 'this little village Let us. as we journey homeward. 

, . , , , , • . , ~ ° Keep sweet summer in our hearts. 
which has been depicted as Sew- 
ard's Village, lovingly saying, »in Let us on to heights more lofty 
the words of their own poetess, than we dreamed of in our youth; 
Mrs Edwards' Pause not in our earnest striving 

, '" " "' After knowledge, wisdom, trulh. 

Tenderly we dwell and fondly Oxer life's rough, stony pathway, 

Upon those of our dear hand Let us walk with courage true, 

"Who, grown weary in life's struggle, Till for us Heaven's gates are opened 

Clasped death's kind and gentle hand, And we hid this world adieu. 

(.The material for the foregoing article has been aken from the History of Sulli- 
van (by permission, the History is copyrighted), and much has been copied verbatim. 

It would be impossible to improve on Dr. Seward's graphic descriptions. It has been 
attempted rnejely to place before the reader some few of the many interesting- parts 
of the Sullivan Town History.) 


By Ruth Bassett Eddy. 

In June, one .song-filled, golden day, 

Where nature laughed o'er st. etch of field. 
I saw a lone hill far away. 

Where five white tomb-stones stood revealed. 
Resting alone upon that hill 
The dead lay happily and still. 

The peace of earth and wind and sky 
Sang e'er to them a lullaby. 

Away from pain and fret and tears — ■ 
An endless sleep thro' endless years. 

And oft. since then, mid stormy strife 

01 city din and shrieking life. 
Of traffic's roar and fickle trade, 

Where souls are lost and fortunes made, 
I've thought of that far, lonely hill 

Where stood the grave-stones white and still ; 
And wished, when death's sleep came to me, 

I might know .such serenity. 



By George 

"We won't come back till it's 
over over there" — thus they sang as 
they confidently left our shores, the 
fnst American Army to cross the 
Atlantic to participate in a war 
waged on European soil. They 
made good their promise in a way 
that won highest and unstinted 
praise from commanding officers 
of other countries and which in- 
scribed their names in letters of 
gold in the temple of world peace 
and freedom — the memory of man- 

If the task .so courageously and 
throughly accomplished by the 
boys in khaki had been followed by 
equal energy and dispatch in recon- 
struction and re-adjustment, we 
would not now — two and a half 
years after the armistice was sign- 
ed — be confronted with the spec- 
tacle of a world in upheaval and 
grave domestic problems to solve 
because of long-deferrod world 
peace and general instability. 

The same high principles of 
loyalty to truth and justice that led 
the doughboys to spread consterna- 
tion in the camp of the Boche and, 
Uke the chivalric knights of old, 
succor distressed humanity charac- 
terize them today. Though dis- 
banded and scattered as soldiers of 
peace in various industries, they 
have preserved their solidaritv and 
the same purpose actuates their ef- 
forts as members of their organiza- 
tion — The American Legion. 

Post Number 21 of Concord, is 
the local branch affiliated with the 
national order which was organized 
in 1919 with posts established in 
every part of the country. Any ex- 
service man or woman is eligible 
for membership and every branch 
of service is represented in the 
roster which is at the same time a 
list of the World War veterans 
who, like the Grand Army of the 

IV. Parker. 

Republic, have dedicated their 
lives on the altar of their countrv's 

The purpose of the American Le- 
gion is well set forth in the pre- 
amble of the National Constitution 
adopted at Minneapolis, Minn 
Nov. 10, 1919. "For God and 
Country, we associate ourselves 

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. : 

Dr. Ror.F-KT O. Blood. 

Three times elected Commander of 
Concord Post. No. 21. Served in Medical 
Corps with the 26th Division. Promoted 
to rank of Major and awarded Distinguish- 
ed Service Cross and Croix de Guerre. 

together for the following pur- 
poses: To uphold and defend the 
Constitution of the United States 
of America; to maintain law and 
order; to foster and perpetuate a 
one hundred per cent Americanism ; 
to preserve the memories and inci- 
dents of our association in the 
Great War ; to inculcate a sense of 
individual obligation to the com- 
munity, state and nation ; to com- 
bat the autocracy of both the 
classes and the masses, to make 
Right the master of Might; to pro- 



mote peace and good will On earth; 
to safeguard and transmit to pos- 
terity the principles of justice, free- 
dom and democracy : to consecrate 
and sanctity our comradeship by 
our devotion to mutual helpful- 

Post Number 21 was formed at a 
meeting held in the state armory, 
July 14. 1919. Nineteen ex-service 
men were present in response to the 
invitations sent out. After the ob- 
ject of the meeting- had been stated, 
it was voted to organize, and the 
following officers were elected : Dr. 
Robert O. Blood, commander; An- 
drew Saltmarsh, vice-commander; 
Dion C. Wingate. finance officer; 
Clifton A. Smith, adjutant ; George 
W. Morrill, historian. 

The membership of the local post 
has grown steadily up to the pres- 
ent. It now includes 610 World 
War veterans, the largest number 
enrolled in any one post in the 

The roster appended is an honor 
roll of which Concord may well feel 

The first state convention of the 
New Hampshire posts. American 
Legion, was held at The Weirs. 
August 28. 1919. Delegates from all 
over the state were present and 
marked enthusiasm characterized 
the proceedings. An able board of 
officers was elected to supervize the 
affairs of the state organization. 
Concord post was represented by 
Robert C. Murchie and George W. 

A delegation from the Post at- 
tended the decoration of Sergeant 
Andrew Jackson of Rochester at the 
state house. Governor John II. 
Bartlett. representing the French 
government, pinned on the breast 
of Sergt. Jackson the Croix de 
Guerre. Lieut. William Burnett 
was in charge of the guard of honor 
which was composed of Concord 
and Rochester ex-service men. The 
governor was accompanied by Ma- 

jor Robert Johnston, acting chief 
of staff, and' Major Philip Powers 
of tlu U. S. Army. Governor 
Bartlett read the citation from the 
headquarters of the French army 
which stated that the decoration 
was being conferred on Sergt. 
Jackson for brilliant conduct under 
fire in the Chateau Thierry sector, 
July 2U, 1918, when he was wound- 

E. E. Sturtevant Relief Corps. 
No. 24, presented the legion post 
with a beautiful silk flag, Nov. 7, 
1919. Minnie B. Chase, made the 




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_\ iiks 

Leigh S. Hall, 


Ensign in U. S. X. R. F. (Aviation) 

presentation speech and Command- 
er Robeit O. Blood accepted the 
gift in behalf of the post. 

The first memorial exercises for 
deceased comrades were held in the 
Auditorium, Sunday. Nov. 9, 1919. 
Commander Robert O. Blood pre- 
siding. Music was furnished by the 
Capital Male Quartet and an eight 
piece orchestra composed of ex- 
service men. 

Rev. II. A. Jump of Manchester, 



the speaker on this occasion, spoke 
on "Following the Khaki." He had 
served overseas as a "Y" man and 
related experiences over there. He 
Felt confident that their experience 
in the World War would make the 
members of the American Legion 
better citi/ens here and their influ- 
ence would soon control the coun- 
try. Prayer was offered In Rev. 
George hi. Reed. D. D. 

Rev. S. S. Drury, D. IX. rector of 
St. Paid School, in a forceful ad- 
dress outlined American aims and 
made it the plain duty of the men 
who had donned the uniform during 
the great conflict to see to it that 
they are carried out. Lieut. Peter 
Johnson was in charge of the ex- 
service men who attended in a 

The mast impressive part of the 
program was the reading of Con- 
cord's honor roll by Major George 
\Y. Morrill. A large red, white and 
blue illuminated shield was the 
only light in the theatre during the 
reading of the names. As each 
name was read, a gold star appear- 
ed in the center of the shield, forty- 
five stars telling the story of Con- 
cord's loss in the war. During the 
roll call the entire audience stood 
and at the close. Bugler C. A. Smith 
sounded taps. 

Armistice Day. 1919. will, after 
Nov. 11, 1918. be long remembered, 
for this was the first anniversary of 
that epoch -making event. The cele- 
bration and parade that day was on 
a scale fitting the Capital City. All 
local civic and military organiza- 
tions, fraternities, schools, etc., par- 
ticipated. The line of march 
covered the main part of the city 
and ended at the armory. The ob- 
servance of the day was on a more 
general scale than has been wit- 
nessed a.s is shown by the following 
array of participating orders: 

First Division 
Major C. E. Rexford ; aids, Gen. 

George Cook. Major Russell W il- 
k-ins, David E. Murphy, Capt. Ed- 
ward D. 'Poland. Miss Germaine 
Scull\", Capt. Fred A. Sprague. 
Wesley Andrews, II. E. Besse. 

Platoon of Police. Capt. Thomas 
P. Davis; Rainey's Cadet Band of 
Manchester. Gen. Joab X. Patter- 
son and staff. Major Robert O. 
Blood, marshal; Co. M, X. II. State 
Guards; Concord H. S. Cadets: 
Grand Army of the Republic; City 
Government; Spanish War Veter- 
ans, Women's Relief Corps; G. A. 
R. Ladies; J. X. Patterson Camp. 
S. of V.; Jessie Gove Killeen Aux- 
iliary, Xo. 2; Women's Christian 
Temperance Union. 

Second Division 

Charles G. Xaughton, marshal; 
Jones' Military Land of Manches- 
ter; Wm. B. Durgin Co. Employ- 
ees; Letter Carriers: Red Men; 
Order of Moose; Canton Wildey, 
I. O. O. F. ; Canton Ladies; Sons 
of St. George; Daughters of St. 
George; Capital Grange, P. of 11. 

Third Division 

Capt. John G. Win-ant, marsh- 
al; American Legion Band; stud- 
ents of St. Paul's School ; students 
of Concord schools. 

The enthusiastic response by citi- 
zens generally and the large num- 
ber of participating organizations 
made the Armistice Day parade of 
1919 one long to be remembered. 

One of the events of Armistice 
Week, 1919, was the dedication of a 
tablet at the court house yard to 
Gen. Charles A. Doyen, a Concord 
boy who rose to distinction as com- 
mander of the dashing, daring 
marines. He led the first marines 
across to participate in the fighting 
in conjunction with the allies. 

Chaplain .Lyman Rollins, a Con- 
cord boy who served with distinc- 
tion in the World War, gave an in- 
spiring address at the dedication of 

American legion 


a memorial tablet in front of city 
hall. A large number of citizens 
assembled and the legion members 
were -present in uniform. The band 
furnished music and the exercises 
were impressive. 

The bronze tablet bears the name 
of Concord men and women who 
died during the war and the list is 
as follows : 

Thomas II. Abbott, Dante J. Bar- 
atelli. Sidney W. Beauclerk Jr., 
Robert C. Beckett, Frank Beggs, 
Herbert Bell, William M. Bour- 
deau. Charles Brooks, David 
Buchan, Richard K. Clarke, Henry 
A. Colt, Richard S. Conover. 2nd.. 
Paul E. Corriveau, John E. Davis. 
Charles Doyen, Herbert C. Drew. 
Walter T. Drew. Irving J. Parley, 
Lucy X. Fletcher. Joseph X. Guy- 
ette. Clarence A. flanlon, Rov S. 
Holland, Allen Hollis Jr., Henry 
F. Hollis, jr.. Harry Lambrukos, 
Ernest A. Laplante, Victor W. Le- 
may, John P. Mannion, John T. 
Martin. George E. Matson, Ernest 
Matthews. Charles J! McDonald. 
Harold W. McNeil. " Charles H. 
Moberg, Jr., Theresa Murphy, 
Frank Opie, Harold R. Rogers, 
Joseph Sanel, Arthur O. Thomp- 
son, Raymond W. Thompson, 
Harry H. Turcotte, Ralph H. 
Turgeon, Carl V. Whidden, Leslie 
S. Whitman. 

The Armistice Ball, given in the 
armory the evening of Nov. 11. 
1919, was very successful and 
brought to a fitting close a memor- 
able day. Dion C. W'ingate was 
the chairman of the ball commit- 
tee. The affair was patronized by 
about twelve hundred people and 
the post realized a profit of four 
hundred dollars. 

The election of officers to serve 
during 1920 took place Jan. 15, and 
resulted in the choice of Dr. Rob- 
ert O. Blood, Commander; James 
E. Kiley, vice-commander; Clifton 
A. Smith, adjutant; Dion C. Win- 
gate, finance officer ; Richard l\V. 

Brown, historian; Rev. James K. 
Romeyn. chaplain. At the end of 
the year the secretary's list of 
members contained 452 names. 

During the winter of 1919-1920, 
the American Legion conducted 
several moving picture benefits, 
its chief activity was. however, in 
basketball, in which department of 

ClFton A. Smith. 

Post Adjutant since its organization. 
Served in A. E. F. with the 78th Division 
as Bugler in Co. G, 309th Infantry. 

sport it was represented by a fast 
quintette that met many outside 
teams and won its percentage of 
victories. Much interest centered 
in these games and the season was' 
successful. The basketball com- 
mittee was composed of William 
H. Burnett, chairman. James E. 
Kiley and Peter Johnson. 

A noteworthy occasion in the 
history of the post was the pres- 
entation on Sunday, Feb. 22, 1920, 
of certificates from the French gov- 
ernment to the surviving relatives 
of those who fell in action. Judge 
James W. Remick was detained by 



illness and Judge Charles R. Corn- 
ing gave the memorial address. 
The services were appropriate to 
the occasion. A feature that arous- 
ed favorable comment were the tab- 
leaux including characters repre- 
senting France and the United 
State.-., French and American sol- 
diers and sailors in uniform. 

Probably the most pretentious 
and at the same time the most pro- 
fitable social enterprise undertaken 
by the local post was the four day 
carnival that opened May 19. 1920. 
The whole affair was under the 
general direction of Christopher T. 
O'M alley, te) whom great credit is 
due as also to all those who serv- 
ed on the several committers. 

The carnival opened with a 
parade of ex-service men, headed by 
Xevers' Band. They proceeded to 
the armory which had been elab- 
orately decorated for the occasion. 
The affair was the biggest thing of 
the kind ever held in Concord. 
Senator George H. Closes came 
from Washington to be present 
and formally open the festivities. 
Xevers' Band discoursed lively 
music, the decorations were gorge- 
ous and every attention was given 
the numerous throng by the sever- 
al committee members. Special 
invitations had been extended the 
G. A. R., many of whom were 
present, j and preeminent people 
came from different parts of the 
state. There were all the charac- 
teristic features of a big carnival, 
booths of all kinds, fakirs, guessing 
contests, etc. The gross receipts 
the first evening amounted to $1400. 

The music for the second night 
was furnished by the American Le- 
gion orchestra, assisted by the 
Musical Cates, two of whom are 
members of this post. The receipts 
this evening were about $1100. "the 
third evening, or Children's Xight, 
yielded the biggest and noisiest 
crowd and $15(J0 was taken in. The 
American Legion orchestra also 

furnished music for the last two 
days, the carnival closing with 
Saturday evening's dance. While 
the receipts were gratifying, the 
amount cleared, owing to heavy 
expenses incurred in carrying out 
so pretentious a carnival, was $1000 
for the post and $400 awarded the 
auxiliary as their share. 

Sunday, May 23. the legion at- 
tended memorial services at the 
North Congregational Church, to- 
gether with the G. A. R. and W. R. 
C. the Sons of Veterans, and the 
United Spanish War Veterans. As 
May 30th, came on Sunday, Me- 
morial Day was observed on the 
31st. The post participated in the 
usual Decoration Day exercises, 
co-operating with the Grand Army. 
On their return a luncheon was 
served by the ladies. 

The Fourth of July celebration 
last year was held on the fifth. 
Sunday evening a patriotic meeting 
was held in the auditorium. The 
legion participated in the parade 
of the 5th. ' 

The annual convention of the 
Department of New Hampshire, 
American Legion, was held at The 
Weirs. Aug. 24, 25. 1920, in con- 
junction with the G. A. R. Reunion. 
Concord Post No. 21, was- repre- 
sented by six delegates as follows: 
Dr. Robert O. Blood, Leigh S. 
Hall, Christopher T. O'Malley, 
Robert C. Murehie. Andrew F. 
Saltmarsh. and James McDonald, 
who had a prominent part in the 

As there was no special obser- 
vance of Armistice Day last year, 
the annual Victory Ball constituted 
the only reminder. This was. like- 
its predecessor, a success in every- 
way, netting the post nearly $300. 
The committee in charge consisted 
of Geo. W. Morrill. Willis D. 
Thompson and G. Sttiart Jacobs. 
Music was furnished by the Ameri- 
can Legion orchestra under the di- 
rection of Leon C. Stewartsou. 



\ series of six community dances 
was conducted during the season of 
1920-21. Many ladies prominent 

in social circles served as patron- 
esses and these functions were 
much enjoyed. G. Stuart Jacobs 
was chairman of the committee in 
charge, the other members being 
Leigh S: Hall and Murray Rowe. 

Memorial Sunday, Nov.' 14. 1920. 
exercises were held in the Audi- 
torium, the post attending in uni- 
form. Addresses were delivered 
by Rev. Robbins Barstow and by 
the pest chaplain, Rev. James K. 
Romeyn. Commander R. O. Blood 
acted as chairman. Music was 
furnished by the Legion Orchestra 
and vocal solos were rendered by 
Mrs. Ruth Hall George. 

During the winter of 1920-21 the 
post was again represented by a 
basketball team, which under com- 
petent management, resulted in a 
profit of $500. The committee hav- 
ing charge of the past season in- 
cluded Frank Wilson. Harry D. 
Challis and Edgar A. Tracy. 

The annual election of officers to 
serve throughout the present year 
was held Dec. 10. and resulted in 
the choice of the following board: 
Dr. Robert O. Blood, commander ; 
Leigh S. Hall, vice-commander; 
Harry D. Challis, treasurer; Clifton 
A. Smith, adjutant; William D. 
MacPherson, sergeant-at-arms. (re- 
placing the office of historian) ; 
Rev. James K. Romeyn. chaplain. 
Rev. Mr. Romeyn having resigned 
his pastoral e << ; . Penacook and ac- 
cepted the call of the Xew London 
church. Rev. Robbins Barstow is 
the present chaplain. 

The executive committee as 
elected at this time consisted of 
Dr. RoIm rt O. Blood, chairman ex- 
officio ; George W. Morrill, Dr. 
Henry H. Amsden, Leigh S. Hall 
and J. Richard Jackman. Mr. 
Jackman has since resigned and his 
place on the committee tilled by the 
election of Andrew E. Saltmarsh. 

As the carnival was the big event 
in the public social life of the post, 
so the banquet and inspection of 
new quarters, Jan. 13. 1921, was the 
happiest moment to ever}- club 
member. The banquet was at the 
cl ise of a membership drive by 
which the numbers had been ma- 
terially increased. An elaborate 
menu was discussed by the f casters, 
after which attention was turned to 
the postprandial exercises. Felici- 


I k A 

Harry D. Challis, 


Formerly Sergeant, Q. M. C, 12th Div. 

tations upon the successful drive 
and the new quarters were in 
order. The members were very 
much pleased to hear the announce- 
ment that George W. Morrill had 
been elected to the office of De- 
partment Adjutant, to till the va- 
cancy caused by the resignation of 
Frank L. Abbott. 

On this occasion the members 
had an opportunity to inspect the 
newly furnished quarters which 
comprise the entire third floor of 
Chase block, including- the Knights 



of Malta hall and ante rooms. Up 
to this time; though the Legion had 
good rooms, the funds had not war- 
ranted the necessary expense of 
properly furnishing them. A three 
year lease was secured by the com- 
mittee, of which Leigh S. Hall was 

Contracts were closed with the 
DeMoulpied Lull Co.. for furniture, 
draperies, pictures, etc., which to- 
gether with two pool tables, cost 
the post $2,000. This concern 
had generously offered the post any 
rug in their stock, regardless of 
price. The J. G. Derby Co., fur- 
nished a clock of office size, vari- 
ous other gifts were received from 
individuals. Necessary repairs in- 
volved an expenditure of from 
$1,500 to $2,000. 

As one approaches , the Legion 
quarters from the landing at the 
top of the stairway, one passes 
through the office, then the coat 
room and the adjoining card room. 
A very cozy and well furnished 
reading and lounging room over- 
looks Main street and occupies the 
southeast corner. The large hall 
that has been occupied by the 
Wonolancet Club, the V. M. C. A. 
and in more recent years by various 
lodges, has been thoroughly re- 
modelled, painted and equipped. 
It is now a modern, attractive hall 
in good demand for entertainments. 
A piano has been purchased and a 
new lighting system has been in- 
stalled, making it one of the best 
lighted &&U.5 in the city. The 
toilets have been made over and a 
bath room put in. A ladies' rest 
room is a wise addition that is 
greatly appreciated. What was 
formerly the dining room is now 
used as a pool room with two pool 
tables in constant use. 

Meetings of the Post are held in 
Legion Hall on the second and 
fourth Fridays of each month. 

The Concord post is a member of 
the Chamber of Commerce and it 

has co-operated in all civic affairs. 
So far as finances permitted, it has 
contributed to every worthy cause. 
Thus far the activities oi the organ- 
ization have been chiefly, for it* 
own benefit. This has been neces- 
sary because the city did not give a 
building, as did some, towns and 
municipalities, nor did it make an 
appropriation for securing and fur- 
nishing quarters. The legion has 
not asked for outside financial as- 
sistance, and it has always been 
the policy of the Post not to ask 
for money without giving value 

Upon the death of any of its 
members or upon the arrival of the 
remains of any who fell in France, 
the post has assisted in the burial 
of the same. It has always fur- 
nished a firing squad, bearers, chap- 
lain and bugler in uniform and 
thus has given the deceased com- 
rade fitting military honors. 

Appropriate bronze markers with 
the ofiicial emblem of the Legion 
have been placed upon the graves 
of ex-service men who were buried 
previous to the organization of the 
American Legion and upon the 
graves of the following comrades at 
whose funeral the post assisted: 
Thomas H. Abbott, Robert C. 
Beckett, Carroll Chesley. Herbert 
C. Drew, Walter T. Drew, Wood- 
bury Hagan, Archie Hoitt, George 
S. Houston, Charles J. McDonald, 
John Mannion, Frank Opie, Sarkis 

The post has lost only three 
members by death since its organ- 
ization, these being Sarkis Sari- 
vagorian, who was killed in an 
automobile accident on Sept. 12. 
1920, Harold W. Greene, who died 
Dec. 27, 1920, and Francis F. God- 
deau wdio died at Pembroke Sana- 
torium on May 11, 1921. 

Robert C. Murchie. a member of 
this post, was a delegate from the 
N. H. Department at the National 
Convention, held in Minneapolis, 



Minn., in November, 1919. He was 
also elected to represent Merrimack 
County in the X. II. delegation 
which went to the National Con- 
vention at Cleveland. Ohio, Sept. 
27, 2S and 29, 1920, but was unable 
to attend and his alternate, Leigh 
S. Hall, also of this post, went 'in 
his place. 

Concord Post is well represented 
on the Executive Committee of the 
N. H. Department, by Dr. Robert 
O. Blood, who is Department Vice 
Commander, and Leigh S. Hall, 
who represents Merrimack County 
on the Committee. 

The great musical comedy suc- 
cess, "Oh, Oh. Cindy!" was pre- 
sented by Concord Post Legion in 
the Auditorium theatre April -land 
5, 1921. This amateur production, 
like it ; ; predecessor. "Katchy Koo," 
was staged under the direction of 
Sameu! E. Weimer of the John B. 
Rogers Producing Co.. with whom 
the proceeds were shared. 

That the play was a financial as 
well as dramatic success is shown 
by the amount netted the post, six 
hundred dollars. The large cast 
were so well drilled that everything 
passed off with professional "exact- 
itude Monday evening which per- 
formance was duplicated Tuesday 

The committee to whose untiring 
efforts in large measure the success 
is due was composed of Stuart 
Jacobs, chairman; George Morrill, 
Albert Blake, Leigh S. Hah. Mur- 
ray Rowe. Ilar-dd Gibson, William 
MacPherson, chairman talent com- 
mittee; publicity, John Piquet; 
tickets and finance, Harlan Besse; 
program, Earl Shields, Dean Fos- 
ter; orchestra leader, Carlyle Blais- 
dell ; head usher, William Gale ; 
patronesses. Mrs. Alice Abbott, 
Mrs. Henry H. Amsden, Mrs. 
Elizabeth Besse, Mrs. Minnie O. 
Crowther, Mrs. Margaret W. Fraz- 
er. Mrs. Kate E. Fisher. Mrs. 
Evelyn Gardner, Mrs. May K. 

Gibson. Mrs. Blanche Jacobs. Mrs 
J. C. McGilvray, Mrs. J. S. Morris, 
Mrs. Mary J. Opie, Mrs. Ralph M. 
Percy, Mrs. Maltie Pellengill, Mrs. 
Mary R. Saltmarsh. Mrs. Clifton 
A. Smith.. 

Concord Post participated in the 
usual observance of Memorial Day 
this year, attending the Universal- 
ist Church with the G. A. R. and 
affiliated bodies on Sunday, May 
29, where an address by Rev. 

Rev. Robbixs W Barstow, 


Formerly Chaplain, 81st Field Artillery. 

Harold H. Xiles, the pastor, was 
listened to. On Monday, May 30, 
the Post paraded to Blossom' Hill 
Cemetery with their own music, 
having hired the New Hampshire 
State Guard Drum Corps of thirty 
pieces, which was paid, for by con- 
tributions from the members. 
Lunch was .served at the quarters 
of the Post by the Women's 
Auxiliary following the ceremonies. 
Much valuable assistance and en- 
couragement has been given in the 
past and more is promised for the 
future by the Woman's Auxiliary 


the. Granite monthly 

to the American Legion. Tin's is 
composed of the mothers, wives, 
daughters and sisters of members 
of the American Leg-ion, also of 
those relatives of men who died 
in the service. The local unit of 
the Auxiliary was organized on 
February 2, 1°20, with thirty-four 
members. The original officers, as 
elected on that date, were Miss 
Mary Saltmarshj President; Miss 
Hattie S. Wardner, Vice-President ; 
Mrs. E. Bertha Galfetti, Secretary- 
Treasurer, The officers for 1921 
were elected as follows: Mrs. Ad- 
die F. Jackman. President; Mrs. 
Henry 11. Amsd'en, Vice-President; 
Miss Margaret Challis. Secretary; 
Mrs. Ethel Morrill, Treasurer; 
Mrs. Pauline S. Blood, Mrs. E. 
Bertha Galfetti and Miss Mary 
Salt marsh, Executive Committee. 
Mrs. Amsden has since resigned as 
vice-president and Mrs. Morrill as 
Treasurer, and their respective of- 
fices have been filled by Mrs. 
Blanche Jacobs and Miss Clara 

The Auxiliary has recently con- 
ducted a membership drive which 
resulted in bringing their present 
membership up to almost three 
hundred and fifty. 

Concord Post has a larger mem- 
bership than any other Post in the 
state, by a large margin, and the 
following is a list of its 610 mem- 
bers ; 

Arthur Abbott, Emery H. Ab- 
bott, Edmund C. .Adams. Harry K. 
Adams, Ernest R. Adell, Benja- 
min F. Ahem. James E. Ahern, 
John Ahern. William P. Ahern, 
Anna M. Allen, Pasquale Alosa, 
Dr. Henry ' H. Amsden, John P. 
Amsden, Joseph Andelman, Arthur 
P. Anderson. Ernest E. Anderson, 
Harry C. Anderson. Oscar \V. An- 
derson, Redheld A. Anderson, 
Leslie M. Andrews. William J. An- 
drews, Herman L. Annis, Murray 
P. Arris, Ward A. Aseltine, Willi's 
S. Ash. Paul L. Averill. 

Arthur E. Babineau. Albert S 
Baker, Bradley L. Baker, Harland 
E. Baker, Leland V. Baker, Wil- 
liam T. Ball, R. Forest Band. Per- 
ley E. Banfill, Harold L. Barnard, 
John E. Barrett, Rev. R. W. Bar- 
stow. Prank T. Bean, Harold W. 
Bean, Emery Beaudet, Juliet O. 
Bell Gilbert A. .Berry, William D. 
Berryman, Dr. Harlasi E. Besse, 
Albert W. Blake, Lloyd O. Blan- 
chard, Leo F. Blodgett, Philip II. 
Blodgett. Dr. Robert O. Blood. Al- 
pha W. Boisvert, John H. Boland, 
George A. Bourdeau. John H. 
Bourdeau, Leroy A. Boutwell, 
Charles F. Bresnahan. Joseph M. 
Bresnahan Harold W. Bridge, Or- 
igene J. Brodeur, Sylvester Bro- 
deur, Lieut. Edward H. Brooks. 
Arthur M. Brown, Lowell C. 
Brown, Frank W. Brown, Nelson 
R. Brown, Richard W. Brown, Rob- 
ert A. Brown, Louis Brusa, Stanley 
Buchanan, Guy R. Buckley, Mau- 
rice J. Burney, Ernest P. Burnham, 
Philip H. Butterfield, Jame.s F. 
Byrne, Thomas J. Byrne. 

Albert H. Cadarette, Eugene M. 
Callahan, Plenry P. Callahan. John 
P. Callahan, William J. Callahan, 
Howell P. Campbell. John Cantin, 
Michael Cappaiis, Carl R. Carlson, 
Walter S. Carlson, Eugene E. Car- 
roil, Raymond J. Cassavaugh, An- 
drew R. Cate, Charles P. Cate, 
Frank B. Cate, Fred O. Cate, Wil- 
liam F. Cate, Harry D. Challis, 
Harold C. Chamberlin, Joseph D. 
Champagne, Allen M. Chaplin, 
Clarence E. Chapman, Ernest G. 
Chapman, Howard P. Chapman, 
Edward A. Chase, Gerald Chitten- 
den, Leon D. Cilley, Chester W. 
Clark Clarence L. Clark, Daniel H. 
Clark, George F. Clark. Herbert J. 
Clark, Lewis H. Clark, Philip D. 
Clark, Philip W. Clark, Shirley C. 
Clark, Stanley L. Clark, Walter J. 
Clark, James A. Clattenburg, 
Jerome 11. Clinton, Harry L. 
Clough, Robert M. Coates, Frank 
E. Cochrane, Jerry E. Cochrane, 



George E. Colby, Grace M. Colby 
Guy O. Colby, Ralph E. Colby, 
William 11. Colby, George M. Cole,' 
Prank A. Collins, Dr. Harold ].' 
Connor, George W. Conway, Al- 
fred J. Corriveau, Arden E' Coul- 
ter, Levi A. Co wen. Henry L. Cow- 
per, Arthur A. Crawford. Joseph 
M. Crofton, Homer L. Crowther, 
Clifford G. Culver, Clinton S. Cur- 
tis, Rex. E. Curtis, lva E. Cushing. 
Howard O. Daige, lames H. 
Uame. Walter B. Dame, 'Gordon L. 
Datson, Errol A. Davis. Fred C. 
Davis. William J. Dean. George F. 
Dee, Guv II. Deem. Christopher 
Demas. Clinton H. Derby, Robert 
B. Dickson. Angelo E." Diversi. 
Daniel L. Doherty, William P. 
Doherty, Joseph C. Donovan. Paul 
R. Donovan, Percy Downes. Jesse 
G. - Downing. Napoleon Drapeau, 
Ceoige T. Driscoll, Joseph T. 
Driscoll, Robert E. Drought, Romeo 
J. Drouin, Ernest C. Dudley, Dol- 
phice W. Dufraine. William' [. Du- 
fraine, Abel J. Dujay, Wra. S. 
Dunn, Herman A. Durgin. Isaac 
Duvarney, George I. Dyer, Pervis 
J. Dyer. Ray A. Dyment, Willis S. 

Harold L. Eastman. George G. 
Eddy, Alviu B. Edmunds. Arthur 
Edmunds, Homer W. Edson. Er- 
nest A.. Ekholm, George S. Elliot. 
Ernest L. Emerson, Guy T. Emery, 
Gardner G. Emmons, Richard J. 
Evans, Otis G. Fall. Michael A. 
Falvey. Wilbur L. Fenton, Earl E. 
Fipphen, Eastman E. Fisher, 
Nicholas E. Fisher. Thomas K.' 
Fisher, Benjamin X. Fiske, Tohn 
L. Fitts, Paul B. Flanders, Ralph 
W. Flanders. Richard S. Fletcher, 
William W. Flint, Jr., Robert S. 
Fogg, Andrew J. Folev, Jeremiah 
B. Foley, William T. Foley, Harold 
W. Ford, Joseph D. Ford, Raney 
Fortier, William I. Fortin, Dean 
K. Foster, Charles H. Fournier, 
Roland A. Foy, William A. Foy, 
Russell M. Frasier, William A. 

^ \\ illiam E. Gailey. William M. 
(■ale. Raymond M. Galfetti, Rich- 
ard 1',. Gallagher, Ernest F. Gal- 
lant, Elmer 11. Gardner. Evelyn R. 
C. Gardner, Hiram J-;. Gardner, 
Frank K. Gately, Almon I. Gau- 
thicr, Robert A. George. Harold C. 
Gibson, Few W. Gilmore. William 
F. Gordon. Everett L. Gould, Wal- 
ter Gould, I. Reed Gourlev, Ross 
Gourley, E. Pearl Graham' l)r 

W:ix:am D. MacPherson, 

Sergeant at Arms. 
Served in A. E. F. with 1st Division as 
Sergeant in Co. B, 1st Engineers. 

Robert J. Graves, Roscoe H. Grav. 
Arthur W. Green. Ernest C. Green, 
John E. Greenleaf. Everett E. 

John T. Hackett, Ernest B. Hale, 
Harry Hall, Leigh S. Hall, John R 
Flallinan, Edward ]. Halpin, Aus- 
tin D. Ham, Herbert G. Hardy, Ar- 
thur W. Harrington, Gardner C. 
Harrington, Harold F. Harris. 
Charles W. Harrison, John T. Har- 
rison. Francis F. Hart. Joseph M. 
Hart, Carroll A. Hastings, Harold 



B. Hatch. Bradford Hathaway, 
Lloyd E. Hays, James J. Hayes, 
Robert L. Haynes, J. Proctor Hay- 
ward. Liny N. II rath. James M. 
Heath. Henry Hendrickson, Ar- 
thur F. Henry, Montgomer}- Her- 
bert, Leslie \V. Hilliard, Leslie P. 
Hinds. Ralph S. Hobson, Orrin C. 
Hodgdou, Edward B. Hodgman, 
Percy E. Holbrook, Stuart B. Hol- 
brook, Louis D. Holcombe, Edgar 
I. Houle, Walter E. Houston. Dr. 
Arthur B. Howard. Harold C. 
Howard, JMyrna S. Howe, Jerome 
\V. Hoit, Claude H. Hubbard. Bert 
W. Huckins, Stark L. Huntley, 
Kenneth B. Hurd. Philip H. Hut- 

J. Richard Jackman, George S. 
Jacobs. Frank M. Jacoby, Dr. 
James \Y. Jameson, Henry V. 
Janes, Charles F. Jenks, John H. 
Johnson. LeRoy F. Johnson, Peter 
Johnson. William E. Johnson, 
George W. Jones, Joseph W. Jones. 
Leslie H. Jones, Robert E. Jones, 
James H. Jordan. Robert F. Keane, 
Edward J. Kelley, George W. Kel- 
lom, Henry C. Kellom, Clarence 
B. Kenniston, Patrick F. Kendrick, 
James F. Kenney, Ralph R. Ken- 
ney, John J. Kenny, Victor G. Kers- 
lake, George C. Ketchum, Perley 

A. Ketchum, Victor H. Ketchum, 
Forrest L. Kibbee, James E. Kiley, 
Rev. Percy A. Kilmister, Alfred 
King, Edward J. King, Ernest 
King, Isaac A. King. Paul J. King, 
Philip L. King. Thomas J. King, 
Capt. Richard A. Knight, Henry 

B. Knox. 

George A. Lacaillade, David F. 
LaDuke, Raymond Laird, Frank 
Lamora. Frederick L. Lancisi, Ed- 
gar G. Landry. Chester L. Lane, 
Harold E. Langley, Arthur J. Lang- 
lois, Eli Langlois. Jr., William 
Langlois, Alphonse Lanoix, Thomas 
Lanza, Emery 1. Lapierre, Fred J. 
Laplantc, Arthur Latouchc, Victor 
T. Lauze, Arthur J. LaValley, Ar- 
thur J. Lavoie, Leo Lavoie, Charles 

I 7 .. Lear. Paul C. Leavitt. Charles 

A. LeBau, William O. Leighton, 
Clarence E. Lemay, Peter J. Les- 
sard. Frank Levingston, Walter D. 
Lewis, Anna D. Liberty, Andrew 
P. Likos, Clary F. Lindgren, Glen- 
ward E. Little, Seaman L. Locke. 
Ross M. Lovejoy. Edward R. Love- 
ly. John J. Lugg, Arthur O. Ly- 
ford, Richard T. Lyford, George B. 

'Donald M. McAulay, Edward P. 
McCann, George B. McCarthy, Ar- 
thur M. McCaulcv, Jamc's F. 
McDonald, Robert J. McDonald, 
William A. McDonald, Franklin 
W. McFarland, George R. McGil- 
vray. Guy E. McGilvray, John W. 
McGowan, Patrick W. McGowan, 
Charles F. McGuire. John D. 
McGuire. James O. Mclnnis, Don- 
ald G. Mclvor, Stephen J. McKay, 
Theodore P. McLam, John M. 
McMahon. Martin F. McMahon. 
Walter L. McMahon, Ralph J. 
McNeil, Leon N. Magee, Wil- 
liam D. MacPherson, Arthur 
E. Madson, Thomas J. Mahew, 
Everett S. Mahoney, Harold 
L. Mahoney, Harry P. Mahoney, 
John W. Mahoney. William R. Ma- 
honey, James M. Maloney, Joseph 

B. Manning, Frederick T. Marden, 
John F. Marshall, William H. 
Marston, Arthur J. Martel, John 
H. Martin, Faber F. Matott, John 
W. Maynard, Walter E. Maynard, 
William A. Megrath, John H. 
Mercer. Jr.. John V. Merrick, 
Frank W. Merrill, Dr. Carleton R. 
Metcalf, James A. Miller, George 
V. Milton, Leo Miner, Wilfred J. 
Miner. Natale Miniutti, Pasquale 
Miniutti, Clara A. Mitchell, David 
G. Moffatt, Paul H. Moore, James 
P. Morgan, Parker G. Morgan, Ed- 
win A. Morrill, Franklin Morrill, 
George W. Morrill, Percy E. Mor- 
rill. William B. Morrill, Frank F. 
Moulton. Jasper E. Mudgett. Otto 
A. Mueller. Christy E. Mullavey, 
George F. Mulligan, Robert C. 



Mufchie, George P. Murdoch, Fred- 
erick I. Murphy, George T. Mur- 
phy, William M. Murray. 

Carl E. Nason, Edward M. 
Naughton, Joseph I*. Naughton, 
Martin F. Nevins, Douglas R. New- 
bold, Charles F. Xc'wtou, William 
Nicoll, Ernest W Noonan, Stephen 
F. Xotter. Homer H, 
A. Xylen. 

John E. O'Brien 
O'Connell, Rosanna 

Nute, Gustaf I 

Harry C. 

A. Pincence, Herbert F. Piper. 
Milan R. Piper, John A. Piquet. 
Clifford L. Plummer, Cecil Pollard. 
F. Raymond Potter, Harry W. 
Prescott. Karl A. Proctor, Peter F. 

Aeel L. Quimby, James E. 
Ouimby, John E. Quimby, Martin 
Quimby, Edward J. Quinlan, 

Dr. Charles H. 

Christopher Rampapes, Frank 
U. Ramsey. Edward D. Reardon, 

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Reading Room, Legion Quarters, Conxord Post. 

Margaret C. O'Hara, Christopher 
T. O'Malley. William P. O'Neil, 
Elmer W. Olson. 

Leon T. Parker, Ralph M. Par- 
ker, Clarence D. Parkhurst, Diego 
Parla, William F. Parsons, Eugene 
E. Pearl, Nathaniel M. Pease, 
Ralph M. Percy, Harvey E. Per- 
reault, Lawrence B. Perry, Perley 
Perry, John Peters, Jr., Clarke E. 
Pettengill, Ferdinand J. Phaneuf, 
Edward A. Pichette, Louis E. 
Pichette, Joseph W, Pierce, Isaac 

Edward H. Reed, John J. Reed, 
Clarence E. Rexford, Ralph E. 
Reynolds, Edward E. Riley, Har- 
old W. Riley, Rev,- James K. 
Romeyn, Marjorie Rossiter, Henry 
C. Rouillard. Murray E. Rowe, 
Frank C. Rowell, Albert J. Roy, 
Harry C. Royce, Copley M. Rund- 
lett, Ellsworth P. Runnells, Ernest 
P. Runnells. Fay F. Russell, John 
X. Rut ledge. 

Andrew E. Saltmarsh, Fred J. 
Saltmarsh. George F. Saltmarsh, 


Lawrence T. Saltmarsh, Robert L. son, Jr., Herbert Tittemore, Ed- 

Saltmarshj Hubert E. Sargent, ward T. Toland. Frank Tonkin. 

Amos B. Sawyer, Harold R. Saw- Raymond Tonkin. Robert W. Ton- 

yer. Ernest L, Schofield, Watson F. kin. Amasa S. Tracy, Edgar A. 

Schofield, Ralph W. Scott. Frank Tracy, Hyman Treisman, Arthui 

T. Sears, Leon E. Sebra, Robert H. A. Tremblay, Antoinette Truchon, 

Sedgley, Henry C. Severance, Paul Edmund J. Truchon, Arthur J. 

S. Sexton, Ralph J. Seymour, -Har- Trudell, Wilfred True. James E. 

old J. Sheerer. Ernest R. Shepard, Twombly, Arthur Turcotte, Darius 

R. C. Sherman. Joseph. E. Shields, J. Turcotte. 

Anthony Sieradski, Frank W. Sil- Joseph 11. Vallier, Orman C. Van 

ver, Daniel Silverman, Ernest J. Demark, Emile J. \"enne, Gilbert 

Simoneau, Eusibe J. Simoneau, W. Vermette. Milton R. Yose. 

Joseph L. T. Simoneau. Clifton A. Joseph T. Walker, Jr., Alexan- 

Smith, Flovd W. Smith. George W. der Walters, Charles L. Walters, 

Smith. Richard T. Smith, Basil L. Leland R. Watts, Henry R. Welch. 

Sprague, Dr. Fred A. Sprague, Earl John M. Welch. Ralph S. Weldon, 

N. Staniels, John W. Stanley, Melvin M. Whitcomb, Maurice A. 

Tames F. Steele, Ralph S. Steele, Whittier, Rohl C. Wiggin, James 

Robert W. Steele. William A. L. Wilder. Dr. Russell Wilkins, 

Stevens. Robert C. Stevenson, Leon Frank M. Williams, Harry J. Wil- 

C. Stewartson, George A. Stohrer, mot, Charles H. Wiiley, Frank P. 

Charles F. Strainge, Carlton M, Wilson, John G. Winant, Dion C. 

Strong, F. Roger Strong. Nelson E. Wingate, Edwin L. Winslow, Gil- 
Strong. Daniel Sullivan, Denis T. 
Sullivan, Dr. Denis E. Sullivan, 
Dr. Edward S. Sullivan, Ralph T. 
Sweatt, Eric M. Swenson, Gu}" A. 
Swenson, Ernest H. Taylor. Will- 
iam W. Taylor, Willis D. Thorn])- 


By Maude dboni 
Last spring we watched your garden bloom, 
Rejoicing, as the buds unfurled 
Their crimson banners, dripping perfume 
O'er the world. 

In evening's hush, when nothing stirred, 
We listened to the love song trilled 
By some sweet throated joyous bird, 
With rapture thrilled. 
Spring conies again with sunlight soft, 
With lilacs waving in the breeze of May; 
At night the thrush still sings aloft 
His ardent lay. 
, Once more your garden blooms, dear love, 
Do you still watch it from above? 

bert L 

Wolfe. Mrs. Gilbert 



Eugene Wood, Alvin 





G. Yeadon, George 



Irving C. Young, John 




By Barbara Hollis. 
In youth a thousand voices stir the air, 
Vibrating thru vast spaces everywhere- 
Life isa haunting echo of their cry. 
\\ e strive to answer them—and youth slips by 

But peace conns with beloved maturity 
\\ hen one clear voice we hear, one face we see; 
Our souls, responsive to the mystic call 
bind in one note, the thousand voices all 


(June 1921— Three Years After) 
By Fanny Runnel Is Poole. 

Three weeks of God's own country air! 

Such is the prospect of ray bliss, 
A sapphire way. heaven- washed each day— 
Our faery lake is this! 

And here the deep sonorous pines, 
^ Hoarding dim legends of long- years, 
Bring to the breeze songs of heart-ease 
lo loose unguarded tears. 

I'd give the Junes of my full life, 

If one from those fled "ranks of yore: 
One careless, glad and valiant lad 

Could roam these hills once more. 

My bugler, you could whistle then. 
And fish like music, .so they say. 

For you they'd bite and leap" to light 

1- ranee guard you, leagues away! 

Not miles of poppies bleeding forth 

Could show the blood youth shed for me! 
But Junes must rise, with pleading skies, 
Pure from that Agony. 

Away, vain grief! God can restore 

That countless-hearted sacrifice, 

Give each to roam, a soul at home, 

The blood-bathed Earth replies. 
Camp Oahe, Granite Lake, X. H. 



By Fanny Runnel Is Poole 

I have found legends in far-off lands; 
Have threaded rivers and paced sea sands; 
And now I have your bine-eyes' commands 
To tell you the fairest haunt of man! 

Your heart will show you the fairest land, 
Content's the chart you will understand. . ' 
Thrill to the trail, high of heart and hand, 
While I fling you back this patteran : 

Face the whole world unknown to fear. 
Find Beauty and Truth today and here. 
Envy no man his wealth. 'Hold dear 

The tents of home where sweet Love began. 


By Claribcl Weeks Avery. 

I walk be;-ide my garden plot 

Of lavender and rue, 
Blue twinkles of forget-me-not, 

Long sprays of feverfew. 

Outside are plumes of goldenrod, 

And purple aster crowns. 
Sown by the liberal hand of God 

On uplands, dales, and downs. 

But these I cannot pri/.e above 
The plants that / have grown — 

Give God the praise. I can but love 
This garden of my own. 


Bv Annie S. Hatton. 

Given a granite foundation, 
Let us build like the parable old, 
A house of glorious beauty, 
Fur all the world to behold. 

In principle firm like our granite, 
In aspiration like Mt. Washington high. 
In sympathy quick and far-reaching. 
As our rixers swift passing by. 

In politics, life and religion. 

Lei us keep our heritage great, 

lie it home of our birth or adoption, 

Our own. our Granite State. 


By Lcighton Rollins. 

Flowers and kisses are falling 

Like little tender stars. 

Misty and fragrant with Springtime. 

The timorous new moon, 
Smiles shyly, and soon vanishes. 

Innumerable shadowy faun creatures 
Come forth from the woodland 
And dance mistily. 

The crickets croon 

In incense laden chant. 

The Stars sing to the Earth, 
And the Sea answers in psalms. 

Behold we two 

Have looked 

Into each other's eyes 

And known only our own beauty. 



history of the tow 

New 1 [amrxshire, is 
r distribution. 

consists of two vol- 
containing over 850 
pictures, photographs, 


ready for c 

The wor 
times, each 
pages with 
and a map. 

It comprises the story of the 
town from 1752 to 1907, giving 
municipal annals, institutional, 
military, ecclesiastical, and educa- 
tional history. Cemetery records, 
marriages and biographical sketches 
form an important part of the 
book, and the final chapters are de- 
voted to family histories, telling in 
entertaining manner from whence 
each settler came to Sullivan and 
their different abodes there, and 
other facts concerning them. 

Volume two is devoted exclu- 
sively to family genealogies. These 
are carefully prepared, and contain 
an almost unbelievable amount of 
useful and accurate information for 
the descendants of the families 
compiled, the historian and genea- 

i logist. as well as the general read- 
5 er. The genealogies in man}' cases 
have been traced back to the emi- 
grant ancestor, and this in itself 
represents many hours of labor and 
research work on the author's part. 

Dr. Seward was well known in 
New Hampshire. Maine and 
Massachusetts and his contribu- 
tions to the press lead one to ex- 
pect something valuable and inter- 
esting from him as a town his- 
torian. His Sullivan town history 
is no disappointment; it is all and 
more than one could expect. 

He spent many years in collect- 
ing material, and the work was 
nearly completed at the time of his 
death. It has been finished, and 
carefully indexed by Mrs. Frank 
B. Kingsbury, a local genealogist. 

The two volumes are offered to 
subscribers for $16.00 and may be 
obtained of Mrs. Frank B. Kings- 
bury, Surry Road, Keenc, N. H., or 
of Mr. J. Fred Whitcomb, 45 Cen- 
tral Square, Keene, N. H. 


By Helen L. Newman 

On one alone of all the angel forms. 

That linger often in dim paths of dreams, 

No radiance rests. In deep, enshrouding gloom 

That angel waits whose message is the last 

For life to hear, whose face is turned away. 

From those for whom not yet has summons come 

To the fair land. Men call him the sad-faced — ■ 

With question quivering on our lips we wait 

To know, since they on whom that face has looked, 

Are still — too still to answer when we ask. 

Perhaps if they could tell us. it would be 

Of one swift moment when the gloom slipped back 

And on the great Death-Angel's face they saw 

TJndreamed-of radiance from the larger life to be. 



The contents of ihis number of 
the Granite Monthly are Largely 
connected in one way and another 
with two Cheshire county clergy- 
men, the late Josiah L. Seward, D. 
IL. and the late Sullivan H. McCol- 
lester, 1). 1). It is a sad coinci- 
dence that this issue opens with 
an appreciative trihute by Doctor 
McCollc^ter to Doctor Seward and 
ends with a review, in the New 
Hampshire Necrology department, 
of the long and recently ended life 
of Doctor' McCollestef. Though 
their religious creeds were widely 
different, the many mutual friends 
of both men are agreed that they 
have gone to the same heaven and 
are engaged there in something 
more useful and interesting than 
playing on harps. It was a char- 
acteristic of each of our departed 
friends to be sincerely interested in 
their fellowmen ; to preach a true 
gospel in and out of the pulpit ; to 
do man}- things well ; to leave their 
communities and a wide circle be- 
yond the better for their having 
lived. Both Doctor Seward and 
Doctor McCollester were number- 
ed, during their lives, among the 
valued contributors to this maga- 
zine. Their many good works in- 
clude a considerable contribution to 
New Hampshire history, biography 
and general literature. Of many 
similar tastes, yet not at all alike, 
each was a fine type of Christian 
manhood, widely respected, loved 
and mourned. 

The Legislature of 1921 author- 
ized the appointment by the gov- 
ernor and council of a number of 
important commissions to consider 
state problems and report upon 
them, with recommendations, to 
the next General Court. The con- 
servation and development of New 
Hampshire water power, co-opera- 
tion with other states in the pro- 
motion of foreign and domestic 
commerce, the improvement of our 
unsatisfactory workmen's com- 
pensation statute, the dangerous 
increase in the ratio of divorces to 
marriages, the freeing of the Con- 
necticut river toll bridges, the 
proper celebration of the 300th an- 
niversary, in 1923, of the settlement 
of New Hampshire, and the secur- 
ing of favorable and profitable pub- 
licity for the state are some of the 
subjects thus to be taken up. All 
of the members of these commis- 
sions serve) without pay, so that 
acceptance of appointments to 
them, with the resultant expendi- 
ture of time and energy, becomes 
a patriotic duty. It is gratifying 
to note the calibre of the men who 
have taken places on such of these 
commissions as have been named 
already, it being expected that the 
same high standard will be main- 
tained in those yet to be chosen, 
arid it seems almost certain that 
results of value will follow their in- 
vestigations and conclusions. 



Walter E. Tolles, born in Claremont, 
February 14, 1860, the son of Edwin W. 

and Harriet E. (Nason) Tolles, died at 
Moline, 111., \prii 13. He was educated 
at Poughkeepsie, N. Y., and since 1881 
had pursued a highly successful business 
career at Moline, having been the presi- 
dent and general manager of the Moline 
Heating and Construction Company since 
its incorporation in 1900. He was an in- 
corporator and a member of the first 
board of directors o: the Moline Com- 
mercial Club and supported his faith in 
the city bv extensive property investments 
there. Mr. Tolles married, July 8, 1885, 

..U ., . 

The latj Walter E. Toitxs. 

Mary E. Chase of Moline. She survives 
him. with their two children, W. Edwin 
Tolles of Detroit, Mich... and Mabel E. 
Tolles. of Moline, and two grandchildren, 
Walter and Margaret Tolles. He is also 
survived by two sisters, Mrs. Evelyn 
Drury and Mrs. Mabel T. Hare, both of 
Manchester. His business ability, active 
public spirit, genial good fellowship and 
great capacity for friendship are com- 
mented upon by the press of Moline, the 
Times of that city saying: "He was a 
finished gentleman and leaves a lasting 
impress of his personality on the com- 


Sullivan H. McCoiiester, D. D.. dis- 
tinguished as clergyman, educator and 
author, was born in Marlboro, Dec. 18. 1826, 
the son of Silas and Achsah (Holman) 
McCoiiester,- and died at the Eliot hospi- 
tal in Keene on May 22. He was educat- 
ed at Norwich University, where he re- 
ceived the degrees of A. B. in 1850 and 
A. M. in 1853, and later studied at the 
Harvard Divinity School. St. Lawrence 
University gave him the honorary degree 
of D. D. and Buchtel College, that of 
Litt. D. In youth he was the principal of 
academies at Walpole, Swanzey and 
Westmoreland, but in 1853 was ordained 
to the Universalist ministry and after that 
divided his time between pastorates at 
Westmoreland. West Chesterfield, Nashua, 
Bellows Falls, Vt., aYid Dover, and served 
as principal of Westbrook, Me., Semi- 
nary and as president of Buchtel College. 
Since 1885 he had given his time to 
travel, authorship, missionary labor and 
school supervision, visiting many foreign 
countries and writing numerous books 
and magazine and newspaper articles. 
He was a life member of the board of 
trustees of the Universalist state conven- 
tion and for several years its president. 
A Republican in politics, he represented 
the town of Marlboro in the Legislature 
of 1889. Doctor McCoiiester is survived 
by one son, Lee S. McCoiiester, D. D., 
dean of the Crane Theological school. 
One who knew the elder Doctor McCoiies- 
ter well charaterizes him as "an able man, 
strong in mind, strong in will, strong in 
sympathy, without deceit or hypocrisy. A 
strong builder in mental and spiritual 


Rev. William Benjamin Tyng Smith 
died February 6 at his home in Charles- 
town. The son of Rev. Henry Sumner 
and Mary (Hilliard) Smith, he was born 
in Claremont, March 9, 1842, and prepar- 
ed at Kimball Union academy for Dart- 
mouth College, from which institution he- 
was graduated with Phi Beta Kappa rank 
with the class of 1866. At college he was 
a member of Kappa Kappa Kappa. He 
studied theology at the General Seminary 
in New York City and succeeded his 
father as rector of Union Church. West 
Claremont, in June. 1872. Subsequent 
parishes were Sanbornville, Woodsville, 
Keene, Tilton and Charlestown. He was 
a director and vice-president of the 



Connecticut River National Bank of 
Charlestown. His wife, who was Nellie 
S. Baker of Charlestowri, survives him. 


John Barzillia Xash. lorn at Windham, 
Me., May 17, 1848, the son of Barzillia 
and Lovina (Hick) Xash. d.ed at his 
rr:>rne in Conway alter a brief illness on 
June 1-1. lie attended Gorham, Me., Acad- 
emy, studied law, was admitted to the 
bcr in 1878 and since that date has prac- 

famous as a vigorous and effective stump 
speaker. He married November, 1871, 
Susan T. Libbv. Their children are 

Charles R. Chirk, born in Plymouth, 
December 28. 1842, died November 7, 1920, 
in Montezuma, Iowa, where he had prac- 
tised^ law for 42 years. He was educated 
at New Hampton Institution and Kimball 
Union Academy and in early life was a 
school teacher in New Hampshire, Massa- 


ticed in Conway. One of the oldest and 
best known Democrats in the state. Mr. 
Nash was a delegate to the costitutional 
convention of 1889, a member of the 
House of Representatives in 1891 and 
1893, four years solicitor of Carroll coun- 
ty, candidate for Congress in 1894 and 
1896; president of the Democratic state 
convention in the latter year; delegate to 
the Democratic national conventions of 
1900 and 1908; United States naval officer 
of customs, port of Boston and Charles- 
town since 1913 and at the time of his 
death. Mr. Nash was widely known 

ohx B. Xash. 

chusetts, Wisconsin and Iowa, until ad- 
mitted to the bar of the last named state 
in 1878. He was interested in real estate, 
industrial, electric light and banking pro- 
perties and was closely identified with the 
progress of his section. For 52 consecu- 
tive years he was superintendent of the 
Methodist Sunday school at Montezuma 
and was a member of the Masonic lodge 
there. He leaves a widow, who was Miss 
Marian Hall; a son, Charles W. Clark, 
who was associated with his father in 
practice; and a brother, M. J. Clark of 
Ames, la. 


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Vol. L1II. 

AUGUST, 1921. 

No. 8 


Bv Will M. Crcssy. 

I'll bet you never attended an Old 
Home Week Celebration in your life 
did you? J lew could you citv folks 
attend an Old Home Week? Von 
haven't got an Old Home to have 
a celebration at. And then, vou 
couldn't bold an Old Home Week 
Celebration in a flat anyway; there 
isn't room. 

lint up there in New Hampshire 
it is different. Hemes are hard to 
get up there; and harder to get rid 
of. So. if you es~er do get one, the 
chances are that you will always 
have it: and then your children will 
have it; or if you haven't an}' child- 
ren, then it v. ill go to your grand- 
children. And so the old home 
remains in the family, or the family 
remains in the old home, forever. 

(due hundred and thirty two years 
ago my great, great grandfather 
started out from Warner, New 
Hampshire, to make a home for 
himself. He, like his descendants 
to this day. had no money. His 
entire worldly possessions consisted 
of a wife, a daughter, a cow, and a 
few tools. The three female mem- 
bers of the family he left in Warner 
and in debt. 

He and the tools started north 
through the woods to "locate". He 
did not know where he should 
locate and didn't care. He had the 
whole of North America to choose 
from. But, in order that he might 
find his way back again, he carried 
a hatchet in his hand and every 
hundred feet or so he would whack 
a piece of bark off of a tree, thus 
leaving a trail to be followed on the 
return trip. 

In those days that country was 
full ot Indians; not the kind you see 
with Wild West Shows nowadays, 
but real tough guys; tommyhawk- 
ers, scalpers and burn-at-the-stakers. 
■lo tnat, in building a home, a chap 
had to figure on ''the opposition." 
And in order to strengthen his 
chances of keeping his hair on for 
cold weather, he would not build his 
house down in the fertile valleys, 
but find the highest hill he could, 
and put his house right on the very 
pinnacle of it. Then he would cut 
down every tree and brush within 
a thousand feet of it, so the Indians 
could not ambush him. 

As a result these old New Eng- 
land farm houses were cheerful af- 
fairs, especially in the winter. The 
wind would make one jump right 
straight from the Arctic Ocean for 
the front door. And in the summer 
the sun would beat down on them 
and the rains would come across the 
valley and hit the houses crossways 
instead of coming down from above. 
'Twas a jovial life. 

Well anyway, the G. G. Grandfath- 
er of mine went twenty miles north- 
ward, and finally found a hill high- 
er and steeper than any other, and 
on its top he started in building the 
new home. As all this happened 
one hundred and thirty two years 
ago, I do not remember many of 
the particulars regarding the erect- 
ing of this house; but sometime 
along in the Fall of the following 
vear he got it completed and start- 
ed back along his blazed trail to get 
the family and come back and move 



Upon arriving back in Warner he 
found that his family had increased: 
he now had a wife, a daughter, a 
cow and a two weeks old boy calf. 
So they packed all their belongings 
on their backs and started for the 
new home, driving the cow and calf 
along with them. 

The first night the}' slept out un- 
der a big pine tree. When they 
woke up in the morning there was 

This G. G. Grandfather of mine 
might have been a good carpenter and 
he musl have been a good farmer to 
ever have dug a good living out of 
that rocky hill, hut he was a "bad his- 
torian for about all ] have ever been 
able to find out about the next few- 
years was that he traded off his 
wedding suit for another gentleman 
calf and thus got a pair of oxen 
to do his farm work with. 

Will M. Cress v 

three feet of snow on top of them. 
They concluded to stay there and 
"picnic" under that tree until the 
storm abated ; and it was three days 
before they dared to start out 
again. Finally they arrived at the 
top of their American Alp, and 
moved in and started in house- 

Years passed by ; (they must have, 
for they are not there now ;) and his 
family grew ; it grew much ; twelve 
sons and daughters came to bless 
(or curse) their union. And as the 
family grew, the house did the 
same. More years passed ; child- 
ren grew up and married ; I think 
they must have married each other 



for there was nobody else lived 
around there. Or perhaps they 
married Indians. But, anyway. 
they must have married somebody, 
for there were grandchildren; and 
then there were great grandchild- 
ren; and then there was ME. 

And then along about 1900 Gov- 
enor Rollins of New Hampshire in- 
vented this Old Home thing. And 
as our family had about as old an 
( »ld Home as anybody we determin- 
ed to have an Old Home Celebra- 
tion of our own. 

ddie date was set, along- in August, 
and week's were spent in digging up 
the names and addresses of the 
family; letters were sent out asking 
them all to gather at the Old Home- 
stead at Sutton Mills, Xew Hamp- 
shire, on the - — day of August; 

and to bring all the information and 
data they could find ahout the 

And then the great day arrived ; 
and then the family began to arrive. 
They came in every conceivable 
conveyance. They came from 
everywhere. One lived just at the 
foot of this same old hill yet. In one 
hundred and. twenty years he had 
got nearly half a mile away from 
the old homestead. They came from 
Gloucester, Maiden, Boston, Xew 
York, Chicago, and from all over 
New Hampshire. Nobody knew 
any bod)-. Every new arrival had 
to introduce him or herself and tell 
just how he or she rung in on this 

The chap that lived at the foot of 
the hill had the keys to the house- 
arid we went through it. One 
hundred and twenty two years old 
at the time, there was not a sign 
of decay anywhere. The timbers, a 
foot square, hewn out by hand, 
still showed the marks of the old 
pioneer's broad axe. The laths 
were split out of thin strips of 
wood, by hand. Every nail in the 
house was hammered out by hand 
on an anvil. The heads of the larger 

nails were as large as silver quarters. 
There are bricks enough in the chim- 
in",.- and fireplaces of that old 
homestead to build a good size 
house. Every sleeping room had a 
fireplace in it; eight fireplaces in 
all. and most of them big enough to 
rod a four foot log into. The 
kitchen fireplace and chimney was 
twelve feet wide. There were 
brick ovens, places to smoke hams, 
and a lot of contrivances that 1 
never did know the use of. And 
every thing in as perfect condition 
as upon that day over a century 
ago when the G. G. Grandfather 
moved his family into it. 

And then came the dinner; 
picnic style, out under the shade 
of two big elms that had been 
planted after the Indians had passed 
away. And, Oh say! you know you 
never can eat a thing out on those 

The "City Eolks" had all sorts 
of potted hams and chicken and 
olives and preserves and, well I don't 
know what they were, but "all there 
was we had." And "The Country 
Folks" brought home-made dough- 
nuts and cake and pies and pots of 
baked beans and honey and apples 
and berries. And there we sat on 
the grass and ate and drank and 
g r abbed and picked ants out of the 
beans and flies out of the butter 
and had the best time that was ever 
had since the Pilgrim Fathers 
Crossed the Alps in 1776. 

And then we had the "Mectin'." 
"Jimmie" Nelson called the meeting 
to order and told what it was all 
about and proposed that we, the 
lineal descendants of the orginai Asa 
Nelson who built this house, should 
form a permanant organization to 
perpetuate the annual reunion at 
the Old Homestead. Motion put 
and carried. All descendants sign- 
ed the constitution and by-laws 
(written on the back of an enve- 
lope.) Election of officers, presi- 
dent and treasurer and secretary. 



"Jimmie" turned in his expense ac- 
count, one dollar and thirteen cents 
for stationery and stamps. Collec- 
tion taken up to cover said account. 
Amount of collection, one dollar and 
eight v cents. Amount left in the 

treasury, sixty seven cents. 
over to Treasurer and T 
bonded to insure Society 

Speeches, ai 
wasn't some speaking; a 
vers, doctors, merchants 



I perhaps there 
: had Iaw- 
l minister, 

was all covered with hushes so 1 
didn't see it. and couldn't get out in 
lime to get "home" ahead of the hall. 
1 pitched for my team; first 
time in over twenty-five years; 
and I couldn't put my coat on with- 
< Lit help for three weeks afterwards. 
My father got a base hit, and ran 
clown to first so hard that when 
he got there he couldn't stop until 
he ran into a stone wall and barked 
his shin and had to be helped back 
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At the Nelso 

Left to right — Frank Nelson, Tom 
Mrs. Shepard, Mrs. Watts, Fr; 
a couple of actors, half a dozen writ- 
ers. And then — then came THE 
event of the day, a baseball game, 
played on the side of a hill so steep 
that we had to knock the ball up 
the hill in order to ever find it 
again. 1 was the captain of one 
team and the Minister was captain 
of the other. My oldest player was 
eighty two years old and my young- 
est five. I made a home run ; that is 
it would have been a home run, only 
between second and third bases I 
fell into an old deserted cellar that 

n Reunion 

Pillsbury, Eli Shepard (James E.,) 
mlcCressy, Mrs. James Nelson. 

ed" for the rest of the game. The 
best man we had on either team was 
a manicure girl from Concord. 
The game lasted three innings; if 
it had gone another inning there 
would never have been another re- 
union ; those that had not been kill- 
ed would have laughed themselves 
to death. The score was twenty 
eight to two. And I wouldn't tell 
which side had the two either. 

And that is what an Old Home 
Week Celebration is; do you wonder 
that the idea has spread all -over the 

OLD HOME WEEK > ? . : 




and vil'l 

a £ 

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week o 




its ctulclrei 

tmm far and near to renew 

every little town rest of the iboys and gir 
> :?. ar l C :^ aSldeQne cou sins. uncles." aunts, sisters ' an . 
brothers are gathering, there every 
year on Old Home Week and having 
memory and meet old friends and the best time that ever \ as la 1 v 
relatives, long forgotten? anybody. Now you go up there 

the old luends! .Somewhere up you -hack home." 

here m those New England hills In the words of Uncle Tosh 

here is an old farm house standing Whitcomb. "Come up there in lime 

that your father, your grandfather when old nature is at her best ■' 

Sin/or r otrSr^rY^r 1 " 30 !" 6 " C ? me Up > and lct the scarlet "inn s 

r/ollnr if U t= , and , 11 ChaSC - V,,U baCk t0 Childhood." 

is dollars to doughnuts that the 

organiza.tion purchase the Ola Honi5lte..d 1 comn.IU f T™* mCe . ting ,l WaS reposed the 

K. Shepard of New London; Harry R ?n«i of ?nn ^ n ■','''" nas J:' ll , ose " consisting of James 
with the owner regarding the purchase" In ViK. .,'/,. ^eorge Nelson of Sutton, to confer 

was accepter!. the monev subscribe "l an, aL 1 ,' ' n,*",""^ meet,r,sf ' the owner's proposition 
meeting in 1020, further money was t • -^ rented the same year. At the annual 

reunion of 1920. Word I as r assed arof, ■ '", ' , tr ' ,nake needed repairs before the annua! 
be held and to repoTat the Old Home wulovf "jf ™ emberS tllat a "clean-up" day would 
Twenty reported. two f re m Xc' York Two fro-! N \ T^' rake 5 and °«ter tools for work, 
rest from New Hampshire, and' th^d Xf was^V^peTo^ SlTSKffi^ "" "" 


5i- Corn S". £>a;y 
(Berlin, New Jersey) 
Dear golden day, I will not let you go 

Adown the years. 
Though sombre days that follow, dark with rain, 
Bring bitter tears. 

Tn memory's heart I'll fold you. Safe and warm 

There you shall stay 
To brighten all the years 'that lie. beyond 

My golden day. 

What though your joy is but a heartache now? 

I would not give 
One of your golden hours for all the years 

That I may live. 




By H. H. Mctcalf 

As the Old Home Week season 
approaches, and hundreds of the 
sons and daughters of the old Gran- 
ite State, residing outside its borders, 
are planning their return, for a brief, 
period at least, to the scenes of child- 
hood and youth, and a renewal of old 
acquaintanceship ; and especially in 
view of the fact that plans are al- 
ready being laid for the formal cele- 
bration of the 300th anniversary of 
the settlement of the State at Dover 
and Portsmouth, when there will be 
a general home coming of New 
Hampshire horn people from all over 
the country, some account of the 
first and greatest gathering of the 
sons of New Hampshire, ever held 
outside the state, and probably ex- 
ceeding in magnitude any such 
gathering yet held within the state. 
may be of interest to Granite Month- 
ly readers. 

Such account is contained in an 
octavo volume of 178 pages, publish- 
ed by James French, 78 Washington 
St.. Boston, and embodying the pro-, 
ceedings in full at what was denomi- 
nated a "Festival of the Sons of New 
Hampshire." with the speeches de- 
livered and letters read on that oc- 
casion, together with a complete list 
of the names of those present, said 
festival having been held in Boston, 
November 9. 1849, and "phono- 
graphically" reported by Dr. James 
W. Stone, President of the Boston 
Reporting Association. 

The idea of this festival and re- 
union originated with Dr. J. V. C". 
Smith, a Boston physician, native of 
the town of Conway, who invited 
several New Hampshire natives in 

the city to meet at his residence on 
October 9. when the subject was 
considered and a call for a public 
meeting issued, at which meeting an 
organization was effected with Hon. 
Daniel Webster as President and a 
list of thirty vice presidents, headed 
by Marshal! P. Wilder, and numer- 
ous committees, Fletcher Webster 
being chairman of the Executive 
Committee. Horace G. Hutchius a 
Boston lawyer, native of Bath, was 
named as Chief Marshal, with Dr. 
Jabez B. Upham, born in Claremont. 
and Benjamin P. Cheney, afterward 
the noted expressman, native of 
Hillsboro, as aids, and a long list of 

Invitations were sent out to New 
Plampshire born men in Boston and 
vicinity and throughout Massa- 
chusetts, and many prominent resi- 
dents of New Hampshire were also 
invited to meet with them, quite a 
number availing themselves of the 
opportunity. The company met at 
the State House in Boston on the 
afternoon of November 7, a d, at 
three o'clock, a procession was form- 
ed, headed by Flagg's Brass Band 
and Bond's Cornet Band, which 
marched through Park, Tremont, 
Court and State. Streets, Merchant's 
Row. Ann, Blackstone and Haver- 
hill Streets, to the hall of the Fitch- 
burg Railroad Depot, then the most 
commodious assembly room in the 
city, where arrangements had been 
made to serve a dinner to 1,500 
people, tables being set for that num- 
ber and all the seats occupied. The 
hall was 169 feet long by 76 wide, 
and was lighted by gas, which, as the 



report says, was "then hi! rod need for 
tin first time" 

Around the hall, upon the walls, 
were arranged various appropriate 
sketches and mottoes, suggestive of 
New Hampshire characteristics and 
the progress of her sons. On the 
west side was an elevated platform, 
occupied hy the President and dis- 
tinguished guests, while an orchestra 
wps located directly opposite. 

The guests seated upon the plat- 
form included. Rev. Dr. Ephraim 
Peabodv. Hon. Salma Hale. Hon. 
Joel Parker, Hon. Thomas M. Ed- 
wards. Col. William Schouler, 
Charles W. Cutter, Gilman Marston, 
Levi Chamberlain, Nathaniel G. Up- 
ham. Rev. Samuel R. Lothrop, Rev. 
Charles Mason, son of Jeremiah 
Mason, Rev. Thomas Worcester. 
Rev. Dr. Baron Stowe. Ho.i. John 
P. Hale, U. S. Senator, and lions. 
James Wilson and Amos Tuck. Rep- 
resentatives in Congress from New- 
Hampshire, William Plummer, Jr., 
son of Ex-Governor "Plummer; John 
Kellev of Exeter, of the Governor's 
Council, Phineas Handerson. William 
Dinsmoor ; Ex-Governors Anthony 
Colby and Henry Hubbard; Hon. 
Levi Woodbury of the I". S. Supreme 
Court; Hon. John P. Bigelow, Ma- 
yor of Boston; Hon. John J. Gil- 
christ of the N. H. Superior Court. 
Edmund Parker. W. W. Stkkney, 
Hon. Penning W. Jenness. Rev. L. 
J. Livermorr and Col. E. E. Miller. 

President Webster called the as- 
sembly to order at 5 o'clock" and the. 
Divine blessing was asked by Rev. 
Ephraim Peabodv, I). D.. rector of 
King's Chapel. Boston, native of the 
town of Milton. 

The following was the 





Saltpctred Beef, 

Turkeys — Oyster Sauce. 

Mutton — Caper Sauce 


Fricando Veal — Tomato Sauce, 

Fricasee Chicken, 

Esealloped Oysters, 

Curried Chickens, 

Oyster Patties, 

Sweet Breads — Larded, 

Chicken Salad, 

Boned Turkevs 






Mongrel Geese 

Mountain Geese 

Black Ducks, Partridges 

Wood Ducks, Quails 


Squash, Turnips 

Potatoes, Celery 


Washington Pies. Custards 

Mince Pies, Charlotte Russe 

Apple Pies, Meringues 

Cranberry Pies, Cocoanut Cakes 

Peach T'ies, Pound Cakes 

Squash Pies, Fruit Cakes 

Quince Pies.. Charlotte D'Orcey 


Ice Cream, Raisins 

Jellies. Figs 

Apples. Grapes 

Oranges, Pears 


Lemonade and Coffee 

At the conclusion of the repast, at 
about six o'clock, thanks were re- 
turned by Rev. Baron Stow, D. D.. 
of Boston, eminent Baptist clergy- 
man, native of Croydon, who, by the 
way, delivered the oration at the 
Centennial celebration in the latter 
town i;i 1866. 

Immediately after Mr. Webster 
arose and delivered the opening 
speech, in the nature of an address 
of welcome. He spoke for more than 
half an hour with his accustomed 



eloquence, recounting, to some ex- 

tent. New Hamp 

part m the 

history of the nation, and the record 
of some of her distinguished sons. 

Following Mr. Webster, many 
other speakers were ' heard in res- 
ponse to toasts prepared by a com- 
mittee appointed for the purpose. 

The first of these was: 

New Hampshire! Our common 
mother! Home of our brightest, hap- 
piest hours! Thy hills and valleys, thy 
woods and streams, and all the pleas- 
ant memories are ever with us. 
"Where'er we roam , whatever realms 

we see. 
Our hearts untrammelled, fondly turn to 


This was responded to by Hon. 
Levi Woodbury. Associate Justice of 
the U. S. Supreme Court, native of 
Francestown, who but for his un- 
timely death would undoubtedly have 
been New Hampshire's candidate for 
the Democratic nomination for Presi- 
dent of the United States in 1852, 
which honor ultimately went to Gen. 
Franklin Pierce. 

The second toast was "The Com- 
monwealth of Massachusetts," res- 
ponded to by Hon. Marshall P. Wild- 
er, of the Executive Council of that 
State, native of the town of Rindge; 
while the third was "Boston and its 
Inhabitants," responded to by the 
Mayor of that city, Hon. John B. 
Bigelow, not a New Hampshire 
native, who in the course of his fe- 
licitous remarks expressed his sur- 
prise at seeing so many men, well 
known to him. and prominent in all 
the walks of life in the New Eng- 
land metropolis, who claimed New 
Hampshire as their birthplace. 

The fourth toast — -"The Govern- 
ment of our Native State" — was res- 
ponded to by Hon. Joel Parker. 
Royall Professor of Law in the Har- 
vard Law School at Cambridge, 
formerly of Keene, and Chief Justice 
of the Supreme Court of New Hamp- 
shire from 1838 to 1848, 

Other speakers called'out included 
Gen. Henry A. S. Dearborn, son of 
Gen. Henry Dearborn of Revolution- 
ary fame, Ex-Governor and U. S. 

Senator Henry Hubbard of Charles- 
town, Senator John P. Hale, Gen. 
James Wilson of Keene. member of 
Congress. William Plummer, Jr., and 
Hun. Lewi Chamberlain of Keene. 

At a late hour, after all the regu- 
lar toasts had been responded to, 
President Webster, again addressed 
the assembled company at some 
length and called the first vice presi- 
dent, H6n. Marshall P. Wilder, to 
the chair, who upon assuming the 
duties of his position, ottered the 
following sentiment, which was re- 
ceived with enthusiastic applause : 

"The President of the Day! It re- 
quired the united wisdom of the Con- 
federacy to frame the Constitution. It 
was reserved for our native state to fur- 
nish its ablest expounder and defender.'' 

Several other speakers were heard 
before the gathering separated and 
many letters and sentiments, for- 
warded by prominent men invited, 
but unable to attend, were read. 

It will be noted that only men were 
in attendance, it being characterized 
as a meeting of the "Sons of New 
Hampshire," but one woman con- 
tributed a poem for the occasion, 
Mrs. Sarah J. Hale, native of New- 
port, later for many years editor of 
"Godey's Lady's Book, " the first im- 
portant woman's magazine in the 
country. The poem was as fol- 
lows : 

Our Granite Hills 

What glowing thoughts, what glowing 

To mountain tops belong! 
The law from Sinai's summit came, 

From Sioii sacred song. 
And Genius on Parnassian height 

His banner first unfurled, 
And from the seven hilled city waved 

The sword that swayed the world. 
Then let us raise the hymn of praise ; 

To us the hills were given; 
And mountain-tops are altars set 

To lift the soul to heaven! 



Thougb Europe's plains are crushed 
with chains. 

As every tyrant wills, 
Yet Freedom's light is flashing bright 

Along Helvetia's hills; 
And should our eagle stoop his wing 

O'er prairie, plain or sea, 
Mount Washington an eyrie holds 

Of deathless Liberty! 
Then let us raise the song of praise; 

To us the heights are given": 
Our granite hills are altars' set 

To lift our hopes to heaven. 

The reading of tin's poem follow- 
ed the presentation of the following 
sentiment, offered by the Rev. Dr. 
Stow : 

"Mrs. Sarah Joskpfia Half.: A gem 
from the primitive rock of our native state 
set in the coronet of a Nation's literature." 

Among the writers of the many 
letters received, some of which were 
read, while all were printed in the 
volume of reported proceedings, were 
Hon. Samuel Appleton, founder of 
Lowell, native of New Ipswich. Hon. 
Lewis Cass. Senator from .Michigan. 
native of Exeter, Hon. Moses Nor- 
ris. Jr.. Senator from New Hamp- 
shire, Gen. James Miller of Temple, 
hero of Lundy's Lane, Hon. William 
Plumer, Ex-Governor of New 
Hampshire, Hon. Samuel Dinsmoor 
of Keene, Governor; Hon. Arthur 
Livermore of Plymouth, Ex-Chief 
Justice New Hampshire Supreme 
Court; Hon. Charles H. Atherton of 
Amherst, ex-Congressman ; Hon. 
Charles G. Atherton. Ex-LTnited 
States Senator; Lion. John Sullivan 
of Exeter, Attorney General; Gen. 
Eranklin Pierce. Ex-Senator and 
later President of the United States; 
Hon. Joseph Healey of Washington, 
Ex-Congressman; Hon. Andrew S. 
Woods of Path. Justice of the Sup- 
reme Court ; Hon. Matthew LJarvey 
of Hopkinton, Ex-Governor; Hon. 
Edmund Purke of Newport, Ex- 
Congressman and Ex-Commissioner 
of Patents, then editor of the Wash- 
ington Union, with many others. 

In the latter part' of 'the volume 
in which the account of this festival 
is published is a list of the names 
of all the men present, with the 

towns of their birth, their occupa- 
tion, am! the years in which they 
(the most of them) left the state for 
Massachusetts, the same occupying 28 
pages of fine type. 

This notable gathering of the 
Sons of New Hampshire, in Boston, 
nearly 72 years ago, the first of the 
kind of which there is any record. 
and the like of which has never since 
been held so far as known, though it 
was resolved at the time that another 
he held in three years, was un- 
doubtedly the precursor of the "New 
Hampshire Club." so called, made up 
mainly of New Hampshire men in 
Boston and vicinity, which was or- 
ganized some years later, and main- 
tained an existence, on paper at 
least, up to the beginning of the 
present century, with regular meet- 
ings in some years, and occasional 
ones in others, at which the mem- 
bers got together for dinners and so- 
cial intercourse. 

It was through his association with 
this club, undoubtedly, that the late 
Gov. Frank W. Rollins, conceived 
the idea of "Old Home Week" in 
New Hampshire, with the attendant 
reunion of the sons and daughters 
of the several towns during that 
festival period, and which led him. 
soon after to take a leading part in 
the organization of the New Hamp- 
shire Exchange Club, made up of 
New Hampshire men and women, 
which opened headquarters in the old 
Norwell house on Walnut Street in 
Boston in 1903. and attained a mem- 
bership of several hundred, with an 
interesting career for several years, 
but has for some time past been in 
a condition of "innocuous desue- 
tude;" so that it has fallen to the 
women alone to keep New Hamp- 
shire "on the map" in the social life 
of the metropolis, which is done 
through the activities of the Society 
of "New Hampshire's Daughters." 
which is a live organization. 
thoroughly inbued with the spirit 
of the old Granite State. 



Bv Kenneth /'. Murdoch. 

When the Judge began to build his 
house on the hill, Simon Murray 
.still lived or. deep-eyed and silent, in 
the quaint broad-roofed farmhouse 
across the road where his father's 
death had left him master thirty 
years before. Beyond his stone 
walls nothing remained of old Edge- 
ware except the unkempt pastures 
where garden roses wantonly strag- 
gled in the coarse long grass, and an 
occasional gaping cellar hole was 
decently veiled by ragged lilac 
bushes. Progress for the village had 
been downward ; the pastures and 
sheep pens on the high land had given 
way to the freight house and the 
spool factor}- in the valley. From 
the sturdily built square houses on 
the hill pastures, the village had 
sought first the stage line and then 
the railroad beside the river, until 
modern Edgeware came to be clus- 
tered neatly along the the sandy road 
beneath the electric lights strung 
from their unpainted poles. 

Yet old Simon still clung to the 
hillside, and "the people from down 
below." led by the Judge, had passed 
the village by, to build their summer 
houses on the slopes above. Public 
opinion in Edgeware for once found 
no expression for its feelings, for 
the Judge's fame, heralded even 
there, and the same shrewd kindli- 
ness that had won him success in the 
cities, had: achieved for him in the 
village a reticent but admiring fol- 
lowing. He became, unconsciously, 
the champion of the "summer folks," 
and convictions as to their folly, how- 
ever deeply felt, were rarely heard 
expressed. More important still, 
and even less to be spoken of. Simon 
Murray's devotion to the hill farm 
made criticism of the new comers im- 
possible unless some injury was to be 
done to local pride. The village was 
strongly conscious of its identity — a 

native was a native -and that Simon 
was Edgeware through and through 

no one could doubt. The Murra\ 
family story was common knowledge, 
and their pride of ancestty, like the 
social supremacy of the Congrega- 
tional Church, was a fact to be un- 
hesitatingly accepted. So "old Mur- 
ray" and the Judge, in quite different 
ways, saved some prestige for the 
bill in Edgeware eyes. 

Whatever their partnership in this, 
the Judge found Simon curiously be- 
yond reach. To the old man. as his 
earl) neighbors had been deserters, so 
the newcomers from the city were 
invaders without right. He hotly 
refused to sell the Judge an inch of 
his land, and the Eord farm that lie 
had bought when the last of the old 
hill families had moved down into 
the valley, was no less fiercely cher- 
ished. Inclined to resent his attitude 
at first, with more knowledge of Si- 
mon the Judge's feeling changed. 
There were times, indeed, when the 
story of the Murrays and this last 
tenant of their hill farm seemed to 
him profoundly stirring. 

From town legend and printed his- 
tory he already knew of the days 
when Edgeware had meant the hill, 
and when the Murray elms had been 
the tallest, their lilacs the sweetest. 
and their roses the pride of the 
county. The migration to the val- 
ley, the coming of the mill, and the 
yielding of the old houses to storms 
or fire, were matters of common re- 
cord. It was Ellen, though, who 
gave the Judge most of what he 
sought, for her shy speeches outlin- 
ed vividly for him the picture of 
Simon Murray. Through her eyes 
he first knew the stern and silent 
father whose loneliness she had 
shared through the twelve years since 
her mother's death. At first when 
he used to find her picking berries 



near bis wall, she had been too timid 
to speak, but Kttle by little under his 
gentle eyes she had found soft voic- 
ed answers to his greetings. 

Simply as she spoke he thought he 
could see behind her words the fear 
she knew in the lace of her father's 
tense devotion to his land and the 
stony hill, and he fancied that at 
times Ellen must have found Simon's 
words harsh in her ears. 

"lie says we're in mourning." she 
told him. "Mourning for the folks 
who used to have these farms. He 
says they're cowards to leave the 
clean hills and move down to the 
valley. When he talks so, and points 
down the hill, sometimes he fright- 
ens me." 

The Judge, fearful of disturbing 
the directness of her revelation, 
never knew quite what to say to bier. 

"Is he always sad," he asked 
once, "Doesn't he ever smile or 
laugh with you ?" 

She smiled at the thought. 

"No, he never does. Never with 
me, that is. But," her voice told of 
her patient failure to understand, 
"when he looks out at his sheep up 
in the top pasture, he sometimes 
kind of smiles." 

And one day while she was tell- 
ing him of Simon's years of strug- 
gling to plough the Ford fields and 
to save the dignity of the old farm- 
house from decay, there came the 
note of the noon whistle at the fac- 
tory in the valley. The sound was 
very mellow and soft in the clear 
west breeze, but Ellen shivered. 

"1 hate to hear it," she explained, 
"It sets him off so. fie can't bear 
that whistle. When it blows I'm 
afraid to look at him." 

However much these scraps of her 
talk revealed, it was not till the last 
bitter drop of his defeat drove Simon 
blindly," desperately, to the new neigh- 
bor he scorned, that the Judge found 
the story taking shape. Suddenly he 
found that what he knew, and what 
he guessed at, wove themselves to- 

gether till the old man's strange visit 
seemed simply their inevitable climax. 

Prom the valley had returned 
Clark Ford, son of the last Ford, to 
live in the old hill homestead. He 
came not to buy back the farm his 
father had sold to Simon, but to 
walk the grass grown hill road with 
Ellen. Often the cold moonlight 
showed the Judge the couple under- 
neath the boughs of the gaunt grey 
orchard, and the tongues of gossip 
wagged bravely in the village, until 
one evening beside the old rose- 
bushes his fathers planted, Clark won 
from Ellen a half revealed and timid 

To Simon the news had brought 
one wild moment when hope flamed 
high in his heart. Kindly he greet- 
ed the young .man, stifling the mem- 
ory of lu's father's desertion of the 
hill, and almost tenderly he pat- 
ted Ellen's hand with his hard, brown 
fingers. Boldly at first, then tremu- 
lous with the power of his dream, 
he gave voice to his longing, and told 
Clarke to take her if he would pro- 
mise to maintain the hill farm. 

"I'm old now," he went on, while 
Clark and Ellen both paled before his 
eagerness, "But I've fought too long 
to give in. Take her and the farm, 
too. Keep it up, make it grow, and 
with young blood it will grow. Give 
me that to die on. Eet me know I've 
left my job in strong hands. And 
Ellen'll help you. She's a good girl, 
and she's never lived anywhere else — 
and, by Cod! she never shall!" 

Shamefaced at his own heat, he 
stopped. What Clark said the 
Judge could only guess. Somehow 
Simon's amazed perception had 
seized the fact that a man dared to 
dream of marrying his Ellen only 
to abandon the hill and the faun, and 
with them, as he would have sworn, 
life and honor. Take his daughter 
down to the village, down to that 
swarm of traitors to the soil— blind- 
ly he left the house, crossed the door- 
yard, and somehow found his way 



across the road, in bis eyes was the 
vision of the collapse oi his world, 
and in his passion he may have for- 
gotten the bitter changes and dream- 
ed that the light on the knoll still 
shone from a loyal farmer neigh- 
bor's lamp. Whatever tl e reason, 
a moment later he burst into the 
softly lighted living room of the 
Judge, It was thus he paid his first 
visit to his nearest neighbor, and it 
was here in this quiet room beneath 
the eyes of his shrewd but puzzled 
host, that he last saw Clark. 

Emotional outbreaks are rare in 
Edgeware, and persistence a common 
virtue. Accordingly, Clark, mildly 
wondering, but shaken far more by 
Ellen's terror than by her father's 
outburst, had followed patiently 
across the road, knocked, and then 
walked silently in. He found the 
old man ready to meet him. The 
sight of the strange room, the mem- 
ory of it when it had served a fellow 
townsman, brought back to him in a 
hot wave of shame and bitterness the 
consciousness of where he was and 
what had happened. But he had 
dignity enough to master the situa- 
tion and to face Clark before this 
strange fireside, calmly, and with 
some memory of what was due his 
host. Out of his ancestry shrewd 
thoughts came to him. and with them 

"judge." he said, "I've got some 
law business with him. Can you 
draw me tip a paper?" 

With the instinct born of the 
habit of generations, he sat down be- 
side the judge's littered table, for 
your true Edgeware native can never 
bargain till he is seated. Facing him 
across the hearth sat Clark, ill at 
ease in strange surroundings, but with 
his puzzled attitude slpwly harden- 
ing into one of defiance. 

"Write me a paper where 1 can 
promise him," said Simon, nodding 
across the hearth toward Clark, "to 
give him without payment the Ford 
house— his family's old house before 

his father left the hill— with all the 
laud. Set down that with the house 
1 give him Ellen as his wife." He 
stopped, and then, gazing steadfast- 
ly down at the hearth, went on, "But 
make it say that this gift is only on 
condition that he agrees to live either 
on my place or the Fords', and that 
he agrees to work them both, for 
twenty years. If he don't agree, he 
gets nothing, house, land, or Ellen." 
Simon stood up. 

"And if he don't agree I warn him 
now before you that if he ever sets 
foot in my house or on my land 
again, I'll shoot him. And one 
thing more. Fie knows if he don't 
agree it's because he's a coward, and 
because his blood's too thin to stick 
by land and homes that are worth 
more than any clap-trap mill town 
that ever grew out of mud and saw- 
dust. It's because he's ashamed to 
work like a man for what he gets and 
the woman he loves. It's be- 
cause he's content to see his town and 
his state go to mill-men and shop 
girls and money grubbers without 
one decent man who knows the land 
and loves it. You hear that. Judge, 
and when lie answers let him answer 
me before you." 

He was standing very stiffly, and 
his face was hard, but the Judge al- 
ways said that his eyes were sad, and 
that he saw him tremble. 

Clark was plainly uneasy, but af- 
ter the manner of his race, he knew 
how to hide emotion behind a mask 
of indifferent inattention. Only his 
tapping fingers on the arm of his chair 
and a slow flush that rose to his 
cheeks, gave warning that in his pla- 
cid nature there glowed a lingering 
spark of feeling. He spoke dully, 
taking refuge in a worn and familiar 
phrase, "I don't know's I care to 

The Judge confessed afterward 
the situation was beyond him. Not 
a word on any legal aspect of the 
question had he been able to inter- 
ject, and his amazed interest had 


carried him far beyond ttw ( : ol f ; , t ,.,, colder ^ ,„ 

wishing to interrupt. _ km i ,-. ashw on the lud^s hearth 
fascinated by Simon- .• ,. . she won't come' with nic 

the r f '" e! \ su >' •?' Ih * . * »« ""less you sav. and that 1 ain't o 

t»rned on Uark Silence it . - ; , .,,, Slore till vou do Peril ■ 

seemed as. though the httUvwateh In ain't so scared' of vo«r gun *as 

,s | .f aSe ,T thS i mant f ! -'^- "'' .° mi S hl !v - ; -' ' <*>"'« think I'll hothei 

deliberately and more toudh than I ho you much from now on and 1 doubt 

" 1QSt , venerable grandfather s ckvfc if HI | K , j,,,, k ti „ v .. u -„ |)e ., 

that had ever graced the oldest house have me ** 

0" the Jill. Clark crossed his knees lie fumbled a little awkwardly 

nervously Simon still stood stnrmg with the latch, and let himself ou't 

slowly at him Hie Judge picked up m to the quiet starlit doorvard. Kor 

a pen and a sheet ot paper. -i nmnuMti ]■>,> ct,-,, . > 1 ^. i ' -a i i 

L , ., , . ' • , , , „ a In ™"tnt lie stooped and sniffed the 

1 dont knows you 11 need that, rosebush bv the door Then he 

said Uark aga.m "1 guess I'll be walked steadily to the road, and the 

going along He rose and turned Judge and Simon together watched 

toward the door. him disappear behind the apple tree 

"Surer asked the Judge. "I at the bend. 
can't" advise till I know what tins is How the storv got out no one 

all about, but it seems as though knows to-day. It was not till the 

something might he done, and V m postmaster gave him a distorted ver- 

sure Mr Murray s threats --. s ion of what he had heard and seen 

Ue felt Simons hand on his arm, three days before, that the fudge ad- 

and Simons voice cheeked his. "Let nutted auv knowledge of the 'affair 

him go! Clark had left town on the morning 

\ step took the old man to Uark s train the dav after his strange fare* 

Slde - . well to the hill, and had spoken to no 

"Let him go! But mind me! One one before his going, Simon was 

foot on my place and youi life's not chopping fiercely in his woodlot, and 

worth the powder it 11 cost to take it. did not come near the village Vet 

But you won't come. Not you. everyone talked of it. Ever* woman 

Wire like all the rest. \ou're no in town either pitied Ellen or blamed 

man. You're a coward! If you tier for "leading Uark a rig." and 

ever turn a hand for good to the land every man commented in more or less 

that made this town and this stale, characteristic fashion on the vagaries 

it'll be because you're seared into it. of "Old Murray" or the "foolheaded- 

And until you do, never climb this riess" of youiv* Lord 
lnl ' a r'; lin! '' , ,. , , My the time Ellen' fell sick, the 

Clark had turned. Ins back against verdict of the village had been pro- 
the door, and now he smiled, a faint, nounced. Old Murray once re- 
dull smile garded merdy as "queer/' was now 
Well. Squire Murray, he said, confidently summed up in the 
."can't say's I sec your point, and it phrase, "lie ain't right." Clark was 
don't seem to me as if your way's declared to have done wisely in re- 
the best way. 1 ain't so sure your fusing to bind himself for the sake 
town's all there is in this world, or f a "little slip like Ellen," but to 
this state, and 1 am t so sure your hill have erred grievously in deserting 
is all there js to Edgeware. lint Edgeware to disappear suddenly as 

fe 1 7" , . ,. , 1|( ' ,,rul done. Ellen's pneumonia 

lhe smile had died out, and bis gave more fuel for gossip at the dull- 



est time of the year when the ice has 
been ent and the roads arc still too 
soft for travel. For three days in- 
terest in the case ran high, but the 
patient old village doctor was as un- 
communicative as his solemn horse. 
Then came a cold spring day when 
the Congregational minister went up 
to the old upland cemetery with its 
crumbling stones, and prayed with a 
tall, gaunt, white-haired man over 
the plain pine box which served as a 
coffin for his only daughter. So El- 
len was buried on the hillside and so 
Edgeware learned of her death. 

Somewhere out of the more tender 
recesses of the village heart came a 
great and abiding pity for the girl, 
and a shamefaced recognition that 
here had perished romance, and that 
in Edgeware a girl had died of a 
broken heart. Yet gossip was still, 
for no one who saw Simon in his in- 
frequent visits to the store could fail 
to realize that tragedy was here, but 
that it was his, and that it was in the 
nature of profanation for other lips 
than his to speak of it beyond the 
old home near the little gravevard on 
the hill. 

The Judge, alone, could not settle 
things as easily as did the village. 
Xight after night he saw again the 
scene by his hearth, and night after 
night he thought differently of it. 
Pity for Clark and admiration for 
his independence took possession of 
him at times, but he could never rid 
himself of an unpleasant undertone 
of feeling iov the lonely man across 
the road and a strange cloud of re- 
gret for the daughter he remember- 
ed most often as a little, pale faced 
country girl, standing in her grey 
dress between the lilacs and rose- 
bushes of the dooryafd. 

Perhaps it was this jarring of ideas 
that drove him 'to seek light from 
Simon himself. Surely he found 
little. Evening often saw the Judge 
cross the road and enter the wide 
doorway to find the old man in the 
little rough-walled back room, seated 

before the great fireplace, bowed 
over a book — usually a clingy calf 
bound copy of Belknap's History 
that successive generations of Mur- 
rays had left standing in the chimney 
niche beside the powder horn car- 
ried by the first settler of them all. 
Vet Simon never seemed to read, 
and even the Judge's presence was 
powerless to call him back from a 
dream that fled beyond walls into the 
hill pastures that once had been a 
country's pride. Left to himself the 
Judge could note the new touch of 
disorder and almost of decay in the 
dark house, and for minutes together 
he used to look out at the dim out- 
lines of the Ford farm, falling fast- 
er and faster into ruin. Sometimes 
he shook his head as the last glow of 
the western sky half lighted up the 
old door with two wide new boards 
nailed tightly across it, remembering 
that on the day after Clark's going 
he had heard the sound of Simon's 
hatchet echoing through the empty 
pastures, and had watched him fix 
the barrier between the rotting door 
posts and with swift axe strokes cut 
bars to lay across the gap in the wall 
where the road wound in toward 
what was once the spacious Ford 

Gradually, however, he found that 
Simon came to regard him more and 
his own thoughts less, and often he- 
turned uneasily to find the old man's 
eyes raised from the history upon 
his knees and fixed steadily upon him. 
Sometimes he thought he saw the 
same look of sadness that had mark- 
ed his dismissal of Clark; sometimes 
he imagined something very like fear 
looked out from beneath the white, 
eyebrows. But Simon rarely spoke, 
and usually his attention drifted 
again to his book or to the ashes in 
the cold fireplace. It was not until 
one early autumn night when the 
moonlight marked neat squares upon 
the floor that he rose hurriedly and 
beckoned the Judge to the window. 
Outside the tall grass under the 



moonlight looked almost like snow. 
and the old orchard took fantastic 
shapes weaving strange shadows in a' 
sea of silver. The old man did not 
waver in his glance hut pointed far 
down toward the bend in the wall by 
the toad, and whispered, "There she 

The Judge saw nothing but the 
barred gate to the Ford house, and 
yet half shivered with the feeling that 
silence and moonlight in empty fields 
can awake. 

"My little lady in grey." Simon 
went on eagerly, almost breathlessly. 
"There she stands waiting for him 
to come hack to his father's house." 

As he looked the Judge half 
fancied he saw a girlish figure in 
grey cape and hood, standing by the 
a] 'pie tree on the old grass road near 
til? Ford gate. He brushed his eyes 
impatiently, end turned from the 
window, then hack again, and looked 
once more. Certainly there was a 
fijure, indistinct — but moonlight only 
half reveals. 

"She always was kind of fotid of 
grey," said the old man, inconse- 
quent!}' it seemed. 

"She left me because 1 drove him 
away, but she won't leave the place. 
She thinks he's man enough to come 
back." His voice was mild and full 
of a weary sort of patience. "She 
wakes me when 1 sleep, and when 1 
read she creeps in on the hearth lie- 
fore me, but mostly she stands there. 
She lifts the door latch when she 
goes in and otrt but she never smiles 
now. Seems to me she used to 
smile a lot." 

"Let's go out." The Judge's voice 
sounded curiously distant in his own 
ears, and he felt a wave of anger at 
his weakness. 

"Let's go out and speak to her." 

The old man shook his head. 

"You go," he said, "but she won't 
stav for me. She only comes when 
I'm not looking for her, and when 1 
speak she goes. She's always so far 
away from me. You go though, you 

go, and tell people old Murray's 
craze and seeing ghosts!" 

So the Judge went out. and once 
outside he saw nothing but fields and 
moonlight and misty grey patches on 
the trunks of the apple tress. Noth- 
ing but the silvered grass, the old 
road, and the boards nailed across the 
Ford doorway. But many nights 
thereafter he came back to see the 
old man. Many times he furtively 
looked from the window, and half 
indignantly he found that many 
times he thought he saw standing by 
the old road that little figure in the 
grey cape and hood. 

Suddenly, though, existence in 
Edgeware grew to be no longer ab- 
sorbing for the Judge, for new sights 
and sounds intruded and new activ- 
ities swept the once self-sufficient 
little place. Before he hurried off 
to the city to wrestle with the affairs 
of a hundred panic-stricken clients, 
he marvelled at the sight of uniform- 
ed men in the little village street and 
heard the selectmen speak to the de- 
parting draft men from the platform 
beside the new and highly varnished 
flagpole in the "Square." Vet in all 
Edgeware's war awakening he found 
time to wonder how the old man on 
the hill faced these flying clouds be- 
fore the storm. 

He was left to wonder, for war 
days of a busy man in a busy city left 
no time for rural pilgrimages, until 
one day two letters in his crowded 
mail woke him to new visions of 
Edgeware. Once again were stirred 
the strange haunting memories that 
throughout his preoccupation had 
made a persistent undertone in all his 
thoughts until they had come to be 
for him the very keynote of his in- 
terest in the village and its brooding 
hillside. The papers on his desk be- 
came suddenly unreal, and to him 
came scents of the upland pastures 
and the familiar sounds of the dusty 
village street. 

The first of his leters held a brief 
note from his housekeeper on the 



lull, and enclosed a tiny clipping. 

"Killed in action." it read, "Julv 
10. 1918, Sergeant Clark Dan forth 
Ford, of Edge ware, under circum- 
stances of peculiar bravery.'' 

These were the words that headed 
the few brief lines. He read on: 
"Sergeant Ford, on the outbreak of 
the war a traveller and prospector in 
the West, hurried hack to Boston to 
enlist, and went overseas almost at 
once, lie has been recommended for 
posthumous decoration.'' 

That was all. and yet, as so many 
times before, the Judge saw the vivid 
picture of that far-off evening in his 
house on the hill, but this time even 
more brightly there dawned lie lore 
It's eyes a queer medley of moonlight 
and grass grown roads, and, some- 
where in the midst, a strange little 
figure iii grey cape and hood. 

The second letter was from the 
Edgeware Public Safety Committee, 
with an invitation to be present and 
to speak at a memorial service to be 
held for Sergeant Clark Dan forth 
Ford, late of Edgeware, the first man 
from the town to die, and one whom 
every citken must be proud to 

There was in it something so new 
to Edgeware. something so universal 
in its appeal, and yet so proudly 
local, that the Judge felt it as a cali 
not to be denied. And, though he 
would hav;- been ashamed to admit 
it, with his interest in the village and 
its pride in the first son it had sacri- 
ficed, there were mingled memories 
of an old and haggard white-haired 
man and an elf-like figure hooded in 

The little church was full. Three 
flags stood proudly as the only 
decoration, and stirred idly in the 
soft breeze that drew down from the 
hillside. One or two officers who had 
known Clark spoke of him, simply, 
and yet with an unconscious effect 
based on the inevitable power of the 
surroundings. The Judge, too, felt 
himself making his words count for 

more than he had dared to hope, as 
he spoke of the spirit of youth gone 
forth from the hills that reared it, to 
die in saving the hills of a noble sis- 
ter land. In the faces before him he 
saw how close Edgeware was to the 
battle line and that it was very sud- 
denly made part of a distressed and 
heroic world. Edgeware folk were 
proud, and the very sun in the vi.lage 
street seemed to shine on more than 
the mere sand and shavings of a tiny 
mill town. 

Vet the Judge was not quite con- 
tent, and afterward he was not sur- 
prised to find himself suggesting to 
the officers with whom he talked that 
the\- should see Clark's birthplace on 
the hill. As they walked a queer ex- 
pectancy seemed to tak; possession 
of him. and a heated discussion be- 
tween his comrades, on the merits of 
the Browning gun, failed quite to 
drive away the queer little vision in 
grey that wavered before his eyes. 

It was a long climb up the o.d 
road, yet the cool breeze that greeted 
them at the top of the ridge came as 
a surprise to the Judge in waking 
him to realize where he was. To the 
left stood his own house on the knoll, 
to the right was Simon Murray's 
dooryard, but it was before the road- 
way to the Ford house that he stop- 
ped in amazement. The grass was 
neatly mowed. The bars of the gate 
were" down, and the grassy track 
stretched on into the yard. There 
the lilac bushes sheltering the path 
were trimmed. Behind them the 
boards across the door were gone, 
and the door itself stood open. Be- 
side the rosebushes they stopped 
again, for in the doorway stood a 
figure, erect, strong, and welcoming. 
Simon's face was strangely lighted, 
and his smile was proud. The stoop 
of his shoulders was gone, and the 
fear in his eyes had given place to a 
deep contentment. 

He stepped across the threshold to 
meet them, heedless of the crumbling 
planks he trod on. 



"You've come to sec him now he'? 
back," lie said, '"and Ellen, too. 
Both back after so long. I'm very 
proud of him." 

Then with his hand on the slant- 
ing doorpost, and without a glance 
toward the gaping roof where the 
sun streamed through the rotten 
shiugles and fog of tiny cobwebs: 
"Back to his old home he fought for. 
Back and. proud to he here. Back to 

the finest house in Edgeware" he 

half motioned toward the fallen sheds 
and out-buildings, past the sagging 
walls of the house itself — "and the 
oldest, next to mine." 

hie looked higher up the pasture 
toward his own silent roof between 
the elms. "And now he has Eilen lie 
has both houses." 

The Judge took the old man's hand 
and tried to say something to hide the 
frank amazement of ins companions. 
Simon led him into the dusty front 
room where the fireplace was half 
choked with fallen bricks and mor- 
tar, and dry leaves rustled fretfully 
in the breeze that wandered in 
through the empty window frames. 

.The old man's pride and triumph 
spared the Judge the necessity of 
further word.-,, and fortunately. In 
the doorway he shook Simon's hand 
again for the last time, and with a 
last look at his tall figure proudly 
guarding the home of his daughter 
and his new found son. followed his 
companions toward the village. 

It was not until the shrill buzz of 
the saws in the mill, and the appear- 
ance of the evening papers thrown 
on the station platform from the late 
train, had awakened him to a realiza- 
tion of up-to-date Edgeware, that he 
dared to speculate on the house on 
the hill. As it was, it was not until 
he was half way home that he dared 
ask his companions of the afternoon 
the question that had been shaping it- 
itself on his lips for hours. 

"Did you see a little woman in 
grey beside that old man on the hill 

The 'major kept on dealing his 
cards, hut the young lieutenant found 
time in throwing away his cigarette 
to answer, "No. Did you?" 

"1 thought I did," said the Judge. 


By Blanche Finkle Gilc. 
(Burlington, Vermont) 

My mind is proud, resentful. 
And sternly through the day, 

It drives the haunting thoughts of 
Determinedly away. 

At night they swoop upon me 
And mad possession take, 
Eor while my mind is fast asleep 
My heart is wide awake. 


The generous offer bv Mr. Brookes 
More of a $50 prize' for the best 
poem published in the Granite 
Monthly during the year 1').?! has 
evoki d a degree of interest through- 
out the country which is most pleas- 
ing to the editor of the magazine and 
must be to Air. .More. Looking 0ver 
the entries thus far made in the eon- 
test and not previously printed, we 
find that thirty -four states, two 
Canadian provinces and France are 
represented in the competition and it 
occurs to us that an interesting idea 
of sectional taste and style in litera- 
ture may be given by publishing in 

this number one poem from even 
one (*i the geographical divisions 
mentioned. The prize winning poen 
may and may not be included ii 

collection. That will be for 
judges. Professor Bates, Mr. B 
waite and ex-Governor Bartlett 
say. Some excellent verse has 
printed in the prior issues of 
Granite .Monthly for this year. Some 
of the best poems we have received, 
especially from Massachusetts and 
New Hampshire, are still held in 
reserve because of the decision to 
print but one poem from each state 
this month. 


of winters, end on 


By D. E. Adams. 
(Farmington, Maine) 

Mount Washington! Thy hoary head 
Hath seen the passing of untold generations 
Marching down the endless fdes of time! 
In rugged peace thy massive head reclining 
Hath watched the slow succession of the onward yea 
Mid storm and sunshine, 'mid the gale's wild fury 
Through drifting snows and icy blasts 


Thou hast beheld the little race of men pass on. 
And of thy massive strength thou giv'st to each as ever 
That boon for which he seeks thy lofty fastness: 
To youth— the joy of contest, and' the meed of valor won — 
1<> age— surcease from toil, and rest for wearied heart and 

brain — 
To sorrow— consolation in 

enduring rocks : 
To joy — the fuller joy of 

To all thy sons the mighty inspiration of thy noble self, 
The glory of thy flaming dawns and glowing sunsets — ' 
The mystery of thy flawing veils of cloud— 
The knowledge that thou art, and ever shalt be standing 
As long as earth endures, eternal— the pledge and handi 
work of God. 

the kinship of thy mighty and 
racing breezes, and of distant 

poiais from 37 states 339 


By Claribcl Weeks Avery. 

(Kumney, New Hampshire) 

When my garden fills with glory 

at the rising of the sun. 
And the silver dew points glisten 
cm the greenage and the sod. 
Yellow blooms on the tomatoes, 
White and gold of the potatoes, 
Lift and quiver in the sunshine 
Like a morning hymn to God. 
Not in hallowed walls will 1 
Raise my full heart to the sky. 
Or go blindly to my closet where 

the day has not begun; 
] will seek my Lord in places 
Where the glad soil sings 11 is graces. 
And my garden fills with glory 
at the rising of the sun. 



By Janet Elizabeth Curtis. 
(Philadelphia, Pennsylvania) 

Intimate notes of reed and string. 
The English horn's refrain. 
The coursing flight of buoyant flute, 
Harmonic storms that wane. 

The clarinet's clear treble voice, 
Deep, solemn sounds of brass, 
The answering call of rolling drums 
And cymbals rousing crash. 

So is life's symphony composed 

Of strains that rise and swell 

With one bright motive through its cour.-e 

Like the note of a philomel. 

May my own end as the symphony's 
Be one of quiet theme, 
A burst of reverent gratitude 
Then silence great, supreme. 



By Ethel Hope. 
(Dayton, Ohio) 

I sometimes wonder if von once were mine. 
Bright hour that stayed with me so brief a space 
Elusive as a bird whose course we trace 
But faintly; Ihen no longer can divine 
Its path. To me you ever seem a shrine 
Where naught that's aught but pure can know a place 
Where life is purged from all that could he base, 
And hi ted up to noble things and fine. 

Through all my life your subtle fragrance goes 
Like some enchanted thing dispelling gloom — 
A healing halm for sorrow and deep woes; 
As in old gardens where fair flowers bloom, 
The air reflects the sweetness of the rose. 
And breathes forth all its wonderful perfume. 


By Lclah M. Austin. 
(English, Indiana) 

I, dear, once stood at the apex of life, 

And viewed from the vantage point of youth 

A world filled with labor and endless strife 
'lis true; hut purity, love and truth 

Were there, would I faithfully travel on. 

Ambitions, dear son. beyond sex. filled my heart. 
Clothed in glory, made easy the unseen task. ' 

Before lay success in a finished art 

Which, once attained, would let .me bask 

In the applause and approval of earth's best. 

I. my boy, turned aside, to a hand outstretched. 

^ And love made duties some deem commonplace. 
Gone were dreams of honor, and far out-reached 

Were fame and glory, for in their place 
Lay a downy head close against my breast. 

You. Oh son, some day, as I stood, will stand 
At that vantage point and find all things fair. 

Must you then, when life's duties the best demand, 
Make your labor a setting for triumph rare. 

A gem benefitting two lives, vours and mine. 



By Clara Cox Epperson. 

(Ccokeville, Tennessee) 

1 have a little room high up beneath the root, 
A little room all white and clean and sweet 

Where I can go to rest. 
And as 1 lie and look out on ths sky 
.And on the pale moon sailing swift and high, 
1 hear ths birds sing in the summer night, 
(dad heralds of the dawn's first shaft of light, 
And my soul goes wandering up, away and far 
Above the things of earth, its grief and gloom, 
And but there with thj stars, the moon, and von, Dear 

Sometimes I tain would not come hack to my dear room. 
My little, still, white room beneath the roof. 


By Anne Hamilton Cordon. 
(Washington, District of Columbia) 

They are so fair, the mountains that I love, 
And wise through long communion with space — 
Upon their quiet brows the shadows move 
Like smiles tuat steal across a well-loved face. 

Beneath their gaze comss spring with soft caress 
To tip with bloom the meanest wayside thorn — 
Hold autumn dons her full exotic dress 
And marshals in her golden ranks of corn. 

i here is the rich, red earth ; the vivid green 
Of wheatfields, set like jewels in the land 

The singing streams; the little hills serene 

Still, over all, immutable they stand. 

G mountains that I love, I feel your might, 
The peace that dwells within your spacious breast; 
And i would .steep my spirit in your light. 
And in your silence lay my pain to rest 

But ah. your fearful beauty is too great 
Too infinitely keen to bring release— 
I watch you, and my heart stand;, desolate 
Sensing in vain its own vast need of peace. 




By Julie Kon,in. 
(Uliers, France) 
'^Eventide -when light begins to haze 
And showering through the waving foliar 
Reluctant to depart, in twilight lin^g^av,. 

An f E Jlf nt, ' cIe T- wh r n sharks soaring si„g 
And an creation shouts a song of jo? g ' 
While we in harmony find good in 'everything 

Eacr: V lf" tide ~~ When l VVOuld fai " caress 

T ; ,lllg momem «»der God's great sky- 

rherec 0mes the peace of all that's real* in restfulnes, 


By Mary Burke 
(Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin) 


Oh. does ,t look to you as fir,t it looked to „"?' 

Ford!™ 1 !, 3 * a " d F m - T ith n ° thin « ™» ^m trust 

XeaH } o° evervtd™' are's, Greedl f! C , S thcre ' a " d Lust? 
Oh does ,'t loll- J , m - v P ,tlal ls spread? 

un, doe, ,t look to you a world to fear, and dread? 

teraTLfc thCre ^ S "" is shioia S bravely trough- 

oVun'I^r °r ,0Ve f0r a,! - vour - fell °w men, 
Uf understanding too, excusing vet aeaih 


^^^dX^r^* e r-:,-- inggold 



By Lilian Sue Kerch 
(Ealtimore, Maryland) 

Upon the roof the slow rain falls, 

lo seep like tears between the mossy caves. 

The staring windows gape in walls 

\ ine covered, and the sad wind grieves 

In gusty sighs, driving the rustling leaves. 

The creaking shutters chant a mournful song 
Of bygone days, and in the window pane 
The buzzing wasp is droning all day long. 
A sagging door bangs in the wind and rain. 
Forlorn, the cock twirls on the weather vane. 

Inside the hall, the spiders weave their looms 
Bctore the yawning fireplace, and the hats 
Flit swiftly through the empty, silent rooms. 
The chimney swallow whirs. 'and through the 

Oi broken walls creep in the starving rats. 


By Laura A. Davies. 
(Nursery, Texas) 

One lingering ray of pink in the west 

Fades out of sight, 
One twinkling star in a dome of blue 

Calls forth the night ; 
The twittering doves send from the eaves 

Their good night call ; 
The jonquils sway in the drowsy breeze 

And night clews fall; 
The insects drone a sleepy song 

In the leafy trees;' 
The grasses whisper among themselves 

Of rest and ease ; 
The brook in the vale sings soft and low 

A lullaby j 
While Baby's eyelids droop and close 

With a fluttering sigh; 
The soothing cadence of the hour 

Has cast its spell ; 
The healing miracle of night 

Brings peace-— All's well ! 




By Jay Fitzgerald. 
(Center Valley, New Mexico) 

J Le took the sunshine with him when he went 

Beyond the far. far Western hills. 

All the brave, bright hues of morning 

Flashed across his fair horizon. Then 

Fell the dark 

E'er yet his noon liacl shone, 

Leaving but the sunset flush of glory 

And this moon. 

This little crescent moon 

( )f memory. 

The pathway bloomed with flowers as he passed. 

Sweet flowers of spring-; the violet and the primrose. 

Then soft the asters nodded to the brook 

And goldenrod ran o'er hill and dale; 

But his bright June roses blighted 

E'er the bloom, 

Leaving but the thorns of withered hope 

And this dower. 

This only crimson flower. 

Of love and memory. 


By Frances Avery Banner. 
(Salem, Massachusetts) 

1 cannot tell whether the sunrise hue 

Spread gold or, copper on the cloudy sheep. 
Huddled in morning .-.paces through the blue,— 

Pale blue, night-spent with guarding mortal sleep. 
J cannot think how morning gathered up 

Colors so infinite, how she ga^e birth 
To saffron tints, not known to buttercup. 

Or gleaming star, or precious ore of earth. 
I do not know why God should send a bird 

Sweeping beneath the moon with silver wings, 
Or why the lapping of the sea was heard. 

Speaking the marvel of diviner tilings. 
The way of dawn 1 need not comprehend. 
For I have shared the wonder with a friend. 




By .Uniabcl Morris Buchanan. 
(Marion, Virginia) 

Before you came, my spirit was striving vainly. 

As a caged bird, breaking- its wings on its prison bars; 

Now, in sudden joyous release, upsoaring. 

Only your voice shall call me home from the stars! 


By Grace Clementine Howes. 
(Boise, Idaho) 

My windows are wide open to the night 
That overflows with moonlight. 

It is so still 

Just a mere breath touching the hushed trees. 

The earth lies like a mage's glamorous garden 

As if in some strange, deep enchantment. 

The trees have hung a curtain of leaves 

Before the sky, 

Woven in patterns of fern 

And feathery plume. 

Thru them the moon spills down 

Her silent, mystic rain of gold : 

Every leaf and twig drips warm, pale gold, 

Over the window ledge streams fluid gold, 

A pool of gold lies on my floor, 

Gold wash across my bed, 

Until I am drenched in beauty. 

Magic leaf traceries play over me. 

Deepening beyond the rifted lace of the leaves. 

The moonlight spreads and rises like a tide, 

A radiant inundation of still music. 

I am lifted as &n waves of gold that move 

Soundlessly, as on a sea at its flood. 

And borne out upon a shorelessness of peace, 

Haunted by melody down the still ways of dream 

That lulls me to hushed silence 

And oblivion. 

I sleep. 



By Ahneda Wight Driscoll. 

■ (Manatee. Florida) 

Dear Manatee, so beautiful, so bright! 

Beneath the twinkling- starlight's lender glow 
Thy silvery-tinted waters gently flow; 

And murmur softly to the silent night. 
From thy mysterious depths, as poised for flight, 

A finny vagrant deftly springs, to go 
With sudden echoed splash far. far below, 

Till in thy shining waters lost to sight. 
Dear Manatee, this peaceful scene, may lie 

A prelude calm, ere morning dawns, perchance 
Thy mighty wrath may rise, as thou doth see 

The Northern Storm-King hurl his cruel lance 
And set the legions of Destruction free; 

While in weird, fiendish glee thv billows dance. 


By Cora S. Day. 
(Berlin, New Jersey) 

I strayed me from the high road, the long road, the rough 
The road that runs so dusty and sun-baked to the town. 
I hid me in the wildwood deep, where care and sorrow lie 
"Love cannot find me here." 1 said, and gaily sat me 

So crowded was the high road, the long road, the rough 
The road that runs so sternly forever to the town. 
That Love, a- fainting, turned away, before the mid-heat of 
the day. 
And stole into my wildwood cool, with sob and moan and 

What could 1 do? I soothed him, and kissed him. and 
told him : 
"We two will dwell forever far from the cruel town. 
You found me when 1 hid from you.— I'll follow at a bid. 
from you, 
Yes— even to the stern high road, so long, and rough, 
and brown." 



By Lillian Hall Crowley. 

(Des Moines, Iowa) 
The little, white, fleecy clouds on high, 
Go sailing away across the sky, 
With never a rudder to steer them by, 
.Still they go sailing on! 

When I start oil on life's unknown sea, 
I wonder if it would better be. 
To steer with the wheel or go it free, 
A-sailing. sailing on ! 


By Marie Loscaho. 

(New York N. Y.) 
High o'er the streets of gaining. 
Sweet mists of cleansing fling, 
Above the city's sadness. 
The birds of Heaven wing. 

Fast to the peering steeples, 
The day's pale fingers cling, 
A-peal mid din of Broadway, 
The bells of Heaven ring. 

Harlot and saint and sinner, 

A golden, loot they bring, 

And yet through strife of sinning. 

High hopes of Heaven sing. 


By Caroline Fisher. 
(New Haven, Connecticut) 
Oh listen to the roaring billows roll! 
I hear them coming — surging up the beach. 
The sea is sobbing out her tired soul 
And moaning all her sorrows into each. 

Oh ! Would that I could ease my burdens so ! 

My heart is broken, but I cannot weep. 

I long to end my weary life and go 

To rest, at last, and sleep — and sleep — and sleep. 

Oh ! Listen to the roaring billows roll ! 
I hear them coming — foaming on the sand. 
The sea is sobbing out my tired sold ! 
Great God above ! You understand. 




By IF. B. France. 

(Seattle, Washington) 

\Vheq night has drawn the curtain on the drama of the 

And thoughts may wander where they will in fancy's holds 
awa\\ ' ' 

I span the years and once again I live, with heart aglow, 
J he gleamy, dreamy story of the land of Long Ago 

Skies that are round and wide. 

Fringed with the distant trees; 

Attic and countryside 

Brimming with memories; 

Fields where the daisies came. 

Paths that 1 loved to roam. 

Trees where 1 carved mv name,— 


The wealth of men and nations, nor their silver nor their 
goh I, 

Could buy the joy of living that my childhood used to hold' 
Nor ever pnncely palace with its glint of gilded dome ' 
Could measure half the treasure of my olden, golden home. 

Fnends that 1 used to know. 

Orchard and honey bee, 

Jimmy and Uncle Joe, 

Cherry and chestnut tree ; 

Warmth of the camping 'fire. 

Meadow and fallow loam. 

Gold of the heart's dssire, 

Home ! 

Though fickle fortune frown or smile, though life be sad 
or gay. 

Through years may speed and lead mv steps to distant 

scenes away ; 
Still lives theiatent longing for the Land of Long Ago 
And still my heart will hunger for the home I used to know 
Home of the Long- Ago, 
Life that was full and free. 
Scenes that 1 used to know, 
Hallowed in reverie; 
Bright is your memory, 
Shining amid the gloam, 
Bringing you near to me, — 
Home ! 

Oh! Home of happy childhood, where the streams of good- 
ness start. 
Where the .sun is ever shining in the heavens of the heart ■ 


Though days he filled with striving, though I reach or fail 

my goal, 
May your living, loving presence ever linger in my soul! 
i I nme of my dawning day, 
Friends that were real "and true. 
How mn\ I hope to pay 
Half that 1 owe to you) 
Deep in my memorv, 
Far though I chance to roam, 
Still shall you beckon me 
Home ! 


By Bruce Can Sterrctt. 

(Pelican, Loui-iaaa) 

All learned by rote from what the councils deemed 
hong years ago as safe, selected truth, 
Infusing with the doctrine of love, 
Enough of fear, that just percent of awe 
That frightens into goodness. Still there's joy 
To say again the words so often said 
Their meaning's nearly gone, out- faded, too, 
By centuries in which a mental flame 
Flares brighter. Yet I love, where the soft red 
And purple lights stream in beneath an arch, 
Gothic and dusky, and beside some soul 
Who never thought of doubt, to hear my voice 
Repeating words I've always uttered there 
In the old church. Oh, I do still helieve 
The hopeless, vague, soul-warping, thousand things 
The goodly ancient creeds presenhe for me! 


1 he way is mysterious. — 
And my soul cries out, 
And not the le.->s cries out that the old, 
Surrounding and sufficient belief has vanished! 
I totter,— even though I sometimes feel a surer tread 
Because of the disappearance of the intermediary: the 
middle-man, Orthodoxy. 

The earth; the sea; the far-up blue of the skv ; 
The patient, suffering, soft look in the eves of cattle ; 
The Mower that a child's hand pulls, or leaves unpulled;' 
The child, himself, are of a mighty plan 
I can not know ; I do not even guess ! 



By Donna /:. Oollister. 

(Pasadena, California) 

The \r,ck throws up the long imprisoned earth; 
The cool air bathes its sterile clods. 
Ten thousand years ago it may have given birth 
To pines that sheltered goddesses and gods. 

A child runs singing down the smoke grimed 

And flings aside a crimson rose; 
The mother earth yearns to repeat 
The flower before again the pavement close. 


By Hess Xon is. 
(Guthrie, Oklahoma) 

Last night I saw the stars of gold 

In a field of velvet blue: 
Each sparkling star was a precious thought. 

That recalled my hours with you. 

Last night I heard the evening wind 

Whisper gently to the trees: 
Each whisper was a message sweet, 

You wafted on the breeze. 

Last night I saw the fragrant rose 

Jts petals gleanud with Heav'n-sown dew: 

Each petal was a soft caress, 
I fain would give to you. 

Last night I saw the sparkling stars 

In a field of velvet blue: 
Each sparking star was a tender call 

O lave, I fly to you! 


By Edwin Carlilc Litsey. 

(Lebanon, Kentucky) 

Oh, how I pity the blind of earth! 

Not those of the sealed eyes; 
Eor theirs is a kingdom we cannot sense, 

With its leaden, rayless skies. 

But the blind of heart, and the blind of brain. 

And the blind of soul, alas! 
Who travel with wide eyes, and yet 

See nothing as they pass. 


I pity the Mind who cannot feel 

The ache in a crooked spine ; 
Or the hurting heart of the underpaid, 

By suffering made divine. 
Who cannot vision the basic tact. 

Xo one should bless or blame; 
For a bail divides a wife's high place 

From her sister's couch of shame. 

I pity the blind who can look at stars 

And only see their shine; 
"Who can stand by the ocean's mystic marge 

And only know its brine. 
Who can walk through a forest's holy heart 

And think it lonely there ; 
Who can lift a lily's flawless cup, 

And cannot feel a praver. 

Oh, how J pity the blind of earth ! 

And Legion is their name ; 
Who stumble, grasping, groping, mad. 

In the whirl of the money game. 
Wide-eyed they fight for a gilded goal. 

Wide-eyed they fall and die ; 
While the dogwood blooms and the brook sings 

For folk like vou and I. 


By Hazel Hall. 
(Portland, Oregon) 

I have known hours built like cities. 
House on gray house, with streets between 
That lead to straggling roads and trail off- 
Forgotten in a field of green; 

Hours made like mountains lifting 
White crests out of the fog and rain, 
And woven of forbidden music 
Hours eternal in their pain. 

Life is a tapestry of hours 

Forever mellowing in tone. 

Where all things blend, even the longing 

For hours I have never known. 




By Freda Krilum. 

(Syracuse, Kansas) 

I lark to the beating rain ! 

Hark to the rain on the window pane! 
i [ark 10 the hail on the roof ! 

Beating" like horses hoots. 
The wind is blowing rain anil hail 

O'er every hill and vale. 

Hark to the thunder as it clashes! 

Watch the lightning as it flashes 
Through the dark and clouded sky. 

Sometimes low; sometimes high. 
In tiie morning, when the storm is past, 

Idie sun's bright rays o'er the earth are cast. 


(St. Catherine's, Ontario) 
By Gertrude Jcnckcs. 

Tell me, O Wise Man. 

How does one remember. 

To forget forbidden things? 

How learn to chase away 
The purple-tinted thoughts 
That come dancing thru the brain 
When quietness enfolds the night 
And dark creeps up the hill 
and you remember. 

Time does not bring relief. 
You all lie, who told me so. 
The weary months creep slowly by 
And wrap me in their grevness 

Until I cry 

"Dear God 

Let me forget."- 

In every in every street 
I seem to feel you there. 
To hear your buoyant steps again 
And see your sudden smile. 

Tel! me. Wise Man. 

How does one remember 

To forget forbidden things? 



By Kathleen Nutter, 

(Delta, Colorado) 
'Gainst velvet sky the moon hung low 
Breezes wandered to and fro 
Bearing breath of mignonette — 

Heart of mine, can you forgot? 

Youth and Spring and comrad Love 
Danced with us, and stars above 
Seemed to sing when onr lips met — 
Heart of mine, can you forget? 

Silent stars are dimmed with tears 
And oh the dark and dreary years 
That he beyond! Ah even yet 
Heart of mine, von do forget! 



By Waiter B. Wolfe. 
(St. Louis, Missouri) 

Strong grey pinions 
Beat ceaselessly 
Thru the twilight: 
The grey brant wings 
Past the wide purple ridges 
To the southland 

O the longing. 

The wide vast loneliness 

Of autumn north woods! 

Mournfully the brown dry leaves 

Are falling, whispering 

Threnodies for earth, 

Earth that grows cold 

And lonely 

Strong grey pinions 

Beat ceaselessly 

In dark wedges 

The grey-flecked brant 

Wings to the south 

My heart lias followed 

The grey flying arrows 

My heart is torn 

With his wild cry 

And only anguish 
Anguish and loneliness 
Are left to me 



By Robot E. Barclay 
(Grand Rapids, Michigan) 

White washed orchards 

So neat 

Cherry Blossoms 

So sweet. 

White houses 

On stone-walled hills; 
Bubbling springs, 

And seeping rills: 

Violets blue 

On mountain side 
Under the leaves 

Try to hide: 

Pasture lands. 

Winding roads, 
Fresh" plowed fields 

Newly sowed. 


By Mrs. Cecil Ritchey. 
(Center Point, Arkansas) 
Tie-hack, slap-jack, 
Be glad when we put the last tie 

On the track. 
Mother stays home with the little ones 

While father splits up the tough, splintery tree. 

Tie-hack, slap-jack, 
Either kills the man. or breaks his back. 
It's rough on the man and tough on his team 
And not as much in it as it might seem. 

Slap-jacks, .slap-jacks, 
This is the food for all tie-hacks, 
If slap-jacks won't kill, then nothing else can. 
But a mess of tough slap-jacks is tough on a man. 

Tie-hack, tie-hack, 

How I wish we could travel the old home track 

With our tools on our shoulders, and slap-jacks 

in our pails, 
Let's strike through the woods, 
Down the old home trails. 



By Ralph T. Nordhmd. 

(Wagner. South Dakota) 


Oh. it was I i cljjrir Tortenson, 

An aged man, and gray; 
With faltering step beside the sea 

He wandered day by day. 

True son of Harold's Viking race. 

No land-born joys loved he, 
But seaward turned and fondly yearned 

For life again at sea. 

His childhood days, and manhood ways, 

His Viking fathers boar. 
A thousand voices called to him 

And lured him from the shore. 

A boat of two-and-twenty feet 

Was anchored in a cave ; 
Pacific winds, enticing, cried : 

"Come take, and with us rove." 

With water, fresh, and victual stored, 
He spread the snowy sail ; 

"Oh. sail not so," his good wife cried, — •- 
He tacked to catch the gale. 

"Oh father, hear," his children pled, 

"The seas are rough to-day ; 
Your arms are weak, your back is bent' 

He quietly sailed away. 

The winds in allegretto played 

Glad music in tbe sails 
And swiftly bore him from the shore, 

Away from woeful wails. 

He gaily flew o'er waters blue 

Past inlet, cove, and bay; 
And Puget Sound, in sunset crowned, 

He left at close of day. 

In every crested wave, that came 

From open sea to cast 
A salty spray around bis bark, 

Spake Vikings of the past. 


Into the shades of moonless night 

The luring billows call 
He followed like an eager child. 

Nor thought what might befall. 

In mid-night gloom a pilot cried: 

'■Ahoy ! A boat adrift !" 
Ten sailors hurried to the scene 

And Helgar up did lift. 

They took him hack to Aberdeen; 

The storni-winds raged and Howled; 
And Helgar Tortensoa. the while, 

Sat silent by and scowled. 


A week dragged out its weary length ; 

The Viking sat and fumed ; 
Till wearied thus to sit and mourn 

His walking he resinned. 

He strolled again beside the sea. 
And tempting waves enthralled ; 

The breezes gently .whispered, "Come ;" 
His Viking fathers called. 

He raised the anchor, spread the sail. 

And rode again to sea; 
The evening breezes bore him on. 

The wavelets danced in glee. 

A darkling, placid sea above 
With beacon lights aglare ; 

A mid-night calm, he looked below 

The stars were shining there. 

A morning wind awoke at last 
And swept the boat along ; 

The dawn Hushed red. the bright stars fled, 
And Helgar sang a song: 

"O billows roll, and storm-winds blow, 
My fathers love your anger; 

On fierce Atlantic, to and fro. 
They sped in quest of danger. 

"Lift high, lift high my fragile bark; 

Lief Eric, Viking hoary, 
In harder seas, unknown and dark. 

Sailed on to fame and glory." 


The north wind blew, and on lie flew. 

The sun rose on high ; 
And still he sang, his wild voice rang 
Re-echoed in the sky. 

The sun in measured trend went down; 

l*p rose a ghastly cloud; 
The storm-winds blew, and darkness grew 

And settled like a shroud. 

A louder song the whole night long 

Resounded o'er the deep; 
The storm-wind's mournful dirge it was, 

A funeral to keep. 

Oh, t'was for llelgar Tortenson 

The weeping wind did. roar; 
In peace he sleeps in silent deeps 

With sailor men of vore. 


By Marion Saflcy. 
(Gothenburg, Nebraska) 

If at times I do feel lonely 
And my steps would homeward fly. 
To be kind, and good, and gentle, 
'Tis for this I always try. 

Then the sadness seems to leave me. 
In a brighter, better mood. 
Then is silence not so dreadful; 
Then the hardness not so rude. 

Do we always find it pleasant, 
When our hearts are sad and sore, 
To be kind, and good, and gentle. 
Tell me. dear one, tell once more? 

We should always find it pleasant, 
To do what we know is right ; 
And with all our fervent spirit. 
Think and do with all our might. 

Is there use to be of service, 
In this world of saddest .strife? 
Yes there is a use in striving. 
To be honored in this life. 

We should strive to make life's moments, 
All that we would have life be; 
Let us strive then to be kinder; 
Joy comes then to you and me. 


But if in this life we've striven, 
To do what we know is right, 
VV-e shall find it very easy, 
To reach heaven's holy light. 

In that place of endless sunshine, 
Where there is no earth decay; 
We will rest from honored labors, 

In that new eternal daw 


By Kathleen Heath Graves 
(Granite City, Illinois) 

In my heart 

There's a hook of smiles 

You've given me ; 

Alone, in the velvet darkness 

Of the summer night 

I turn each page. 

Made luminous by the light 

Of stars — and love. 

Page one 

The smile that made me yours; 
Its light dimmed 
By other smiles, 
That kept me yours. 

One smile 

1 see more oft than others; 

'Tis just a little half smile, 

Through a window. 

Surprised, glad, 

With a gleam of mischief 

In your eyes; 

1 love that smile. 

And then there are 

A score of pages. 

Each rife with memories. 

The last page 

I cherish more than all ; 

For on it is the smile 

That told me 1 was deai to you ; 

And on that page 

Is our "Good-bye," 

Made luminous by the light 

Of stars and love. 



By Clifford Rose. 
(New Glnscow, Nova Scotia) 

The summer's sun melts down the bars of Winter 

1 he biting eastern wind lias ceased to blow 

J he homely hardwood-pile has downward dwindled 

And so den-fire you too shall have to go. 

And with your going, downward comes the curtain 

As fate writes "Finis" to another scene 

Of imagination's whirling riot of fancy, 

Of rambles to the land of might-have-been. 

Outside the winter's wind has roared and rustled 
As o'er the ice soughed sheets of blinding snow 
Perchance a glancing moonbeam through our window Win- 
tered b 
Made lifelike by your wood-fire's ruddy glow. 
'Tis then we dream of sparkling dancing waters. 
Lagoons set down in isles of gorgeous green, 
Of beechcombers, pirates, and hula-hula maidens 
All smiling from their land of Might-have-been. ' 
Then wafted onward by your capricious magic. 
Your flickering firelight swiftly bears us far 
With Arctic Argonauts in their primal passions. 
Fighting and toiling 'neath the Northern Star. 
As floated backward o'er the span of time 
Like Pisa's tower our judgment seems to lean. 
Gazing at fallen kings and prelates with their scarlet 

At knights and witches and fiery revolution's guillotine. 

Thus, Den-fire, have you borne us graveward ; 

And life's pageant is taught if one" but learns, 

You've driven home the meteoric sweep of Byron 

You've made us love the manly song of Burns' 

You've pointed us toward a watch-tower, 

Instead of always "mucking" in the sod, 

You'v-- taught that man has got a road to glory. 

That straightly leads us to the Great White Throne of God. 



By a joint resolution of the Legis- 
lature of 1921. the Governor was 
"authorized to appoint, with the ad- 
vice and consent of the council, a 
board of three members who shall 
serve as a hoard of publicity. Said 
board shall have authority to confer 
with the officials of the Boston and 
Maine. Maine Central and Grand 
Trunk railroads and other persons in- 
terested for the purpose of devising 
means to advertise the attractions 
and resources of the state, in co-oper- 
ation with the advertising bureaus of 
the railroads and others. Members 
of the board shall serve without pay."' 
For this board. Governor Brown 
and his council have marie the ex- 
cellent selections of Frank Knox of 
Manchester, Wardon Allan Curtis of 
Ashland and Karl P. Abbott of 

1 1 is a good deal less than half a 
century since advertising was recog- 
nized as an art. a science and a pro- 
fession ; but during that time not a 
few more or less ambitious schemes 
for attracting public attention to the 
"attractions and resources" of New 
Hampshire have budded, bloomed 
and quickly faded. 

Publicity worth having is not the 
kind it is easiest to get. 

And yet there have been successful 
official attempts to advertise New 
Hampshire and there is no insuper- 
able obstacle in the way of adding 
others to the short list. 

The two accomplishments on this 
line which stand out above all others 
are the institution of Old Home 
Week by Governor Frank W. Rollins 
and the summer homes campaign of 
Governor Xahnm J. Bachelder. The 
latter added millions of dollars to the 
taxable valuation of the state and 
caused the annual expenditure of 
other millions within New Hamp- 
shire by visitors from beyond our 
limits. We have not made the most 
of the magnificent marketing and 

trade possibilities thus created, but 
they are with us still and in increas- 
ing measure. The prosperity and 
progress of New Hampshire a< ;>. 
manufacturing state and as an agri- 
cultural state are vital to her exist- 
ence and must always be our main 
endeavors. But as a side-line, in 
which Nature becomes our partner 
and for once favors, rather than 
handicaps us. New Hampshire as a 
vacation state should be a wonderful 

"New Hampshire is called the 
Granite State" say all the books of 
reference, and the Congressional 
Library at Washington and other 
buildings and monuments the coun- 
try over, bear testimony to the value 
of this advertising. But "New 
Hampshire, the Old Home State," is 
a better known slogan to-day ; one 
that catches the eye. quickens the 
brain, inspires the imagination. We 
have in it an asset upon which we 
scarcely have begun to realize and 
which in the hands of a really skill- 
ful publicity board would immediate- 
ly show its value and indicate its 

A well-stocked store is one half of 
the combination which spells mer- 
cantile success. Idie other half is 
getting people into the store to look 
at the stock. New Hampshire has 
.some fertile acres, some good water 
power, some unsurpassed scenerv, 
some splendid traditions of heroic 
history and happy homes. They all 
can be sold to the kind of people 
with whom we wish to do business 
and the right sort of publicity will 
help along the trade. 

If the new commissioners can 
carry out the resolution of the 
legislature of 1921 in such a way as to 
assure the state's getting that kind 
of publicity they will deserve and 
receive the appreciative thanks of 
all the people. 

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Through her distinguished son. too good to damn them; the LTni- 

Secretary of War. John \V. Weeks, tar kins believe that they arc too 

New Hampshire has. had the honor good to he damned.' But arc their 

and the pleasure of entertaining, this creeds widely different?" 

month, the President of the United 

States. His few days upon the sum- Accompanying checks for subscrip- 
mit of an outpost mountain of the tions are these heartening little notes ': 
Presidential Range were for him a time « with iivclv appr eciati6n of the in- 
oi peace and rest and quiet; during terest and excellence of the Monthly, 
which the lulls gave to him ot their May k prosper mU ch! C. A. Brack- 
strength and Nature ot her benison. ctt ' Xewport, R. I." "I not only 
In the hearts 01 all the people was a en j ov the Granite Monthly, hut as a 
sincere welcome which must have ein - 7Cn of X ew Hampshire feel it 
conveyed itself to the President's per- should be suppor ted. John McCril- 
ceptions. Us, Newport, N. H." Now, we are 

waiting for some one in Newport, 

A curious error in the July Gran- Vermont, to make it unanimous. 

ite Monthly brings us tin's letter from 

a long-time valued reader and friend: 

"In your editorial on Mr. Seward Erratum: The seventh line of the 

and 'Mr. McCollester you say: poem. "The Angel of the Hidden 

'Though their religious beliefs were Face." published in the July number 

widely different,' etc. Is this state- of the Granite Monthly should read 

ment correct? No doubt you have as follows: 

heard the facetious remark. 'The "To the far kind. Men call him 

Universalists believe that God is the .-ad- faced." 



''I begin at Nashur 

jeorge, the r.r 

ires W. L. 


essavist. novelist 

and critic, in his book about Ameri- 
ca which he calls the "random im- 
pressions of a conservative English 
Radical" and which. Harper and 
Brothers have published under the 
title, "Hail, Columbia!*' in a hand- 
some volume with attractive illus- 
trations by George Wright. The 
possible pride of Nashuans at having 
the Gate City of New Hampshire 
chosen as the starting point for a 
study of the nation is dashed almost 
immediately, however when the writer 
refers to the "painted wooden cot- 
tages of the little New Hampshire 
town." And what rather rubs it in 
is the further fact that the only other 
allusion to the Granite State des- 
cribes "the more massive houses 
(such as those of Newport, New 
Hampshire) comfortable, boxlike 
edifices of brick, with a palladian 
magnificence of column and a cool 
purity of colonial style." The "re- 
mote village" where Mr. George at- 
tended an auction, saw Uncle Sam in 
the flesh and got acquainted with 
Hiram Jebbison may well have been 
in New Hampshire, but the author 
does not say that it was. 

Some of Mr. Wright's best pic- 
tures illustrate this first chapter on 
Boston and New England, of which 
the heading is "In Old America." 
Thence the author goes through the 
Middle West to see "America in the 
Making;" describes New York un- 
der the title, " Megapolis ;" devotes 
much space and thought to "The 
American Woman ;" paints "The 
American Scene," as he sees it; and 
fires some parting "Parthian Shots" 
at "the struggling ferocity, the haste, 
the careless collection of wealth 
which make up American life." 

Mr. George always is readable. 
He evidently desires to be friendly 
and fair. And if we are not entire- 
ly satisfied with our reflection in his 

mirror we still cannot deny the pos 
sibilities for improvement suggested 

bv seeing ourselves as he sees us. 

Whatever criticisms one may make 
of the stories written by our summer 
resident of old New Hampshire an- 
cestry, Eleanor Hallowed Abbott, 
lack of interest and novelty is not one 
of them. Her latest hook, "Rainv 
Week," published by E. P. Dutton & 
Company, New York, brings within 
its covers for seven days and six 
chapters, A Bride and Groom, One 
Very Celibate Person, Someone 
with a Past, Someone with a Future. 
A Singing Voice, A May Girl and a 
Bore. Such a combination of "ro- 
mantic passion, psychic austerity, 
tragedy, ambition, poignancy, inno- 
cence and irritation" is sure, as the 
author says, to produce drama of 
some kind. ' In this particular in- 
stance it produced an up-to-date mys- 
tery play, sufficiently hard to soke 
and with the required happy ending. 
The story is told in Mrs. Coburn's 
characteristic, sprightly style and the 
events of its "Rainy Week" furnish 
good entertainment for a reader's 
rainy day or night. 

Mr. Brewer Corcoran is one of 
the considerable number of gradu- 
ates of St. Paul's School, Concord, 
who have distinguished themselves as 
writers. His first success was with 
books for boys, but in "The Road to 
Ea Reve" he created a romance of 
charm which he has provided with 
a worthy successor on the same line, 
this year, in "The Princess Naida." 
The theme of a young American hero 
winning the love of a beautiful 
European princess is not absolutely 
new, but Mr. Corcoran has dressed it 
up to date with Bolshevism and other 
twentieth century frills. His char- 
acters are lifelike, the action sweeps 


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along with a rush and the element of 
humor is not. as too often happens in 
this class of story, conspicuous by its 
absence. Readable and sincere, clean 
and diverting". The Page Company, 
Boston, are the publishers. 

From the same publishing house 
conies another romance that is good 
summer reading, "A Flower of 
Monterey," by Mrs. Ivatherine B. 
llamill, with illustrations in color 

from paintings by Jessie Gillespie 
and Edmund II. Garrett. The scene ts from Mr. Corcoran's Switzer- 
land oi the present to the California 
of Spanish mission days and the 
colorful atmosphere of that time and 
place is reproduced with fidelity and 
charm. The author's name is new to 
us, but if her hook is a first one. it 
is worthy of mention for the crafts- 
manship displayed in the correct 
historical setting and the smooth un- 
folding of the storv. 


By F. R. Rogers 

(Overlooking the Connecticut val- 
ley in the village of Haverhill, there 
rests an isolated boulder familiarly 
known as "The Big Rock.' Here 
children gather to play, lads and 
lassies make their trysting place, 
and the old folks wander to dream 
of days gone by. In "A Psalm of 
the Big Rock" I have endeavored to 
embody some of the impressions it 
has made upon me.) 

O Lord. Cod, Thou art of old. In 
the great dawn of all the ages, Thou 
didst gave me birth. Thou didst form 
me and shape me by Thy mighty plan, 
fiery blast, pressure of untold masses 
through eons of time, the grinding of 
stupendous avalanches of snow and 
ice, all these have made me, and all 
to Thy great end. 

Centuries have come and gone, 
forests have covered the naked hills. 
flowers have crimsoned the desolate 
valleys, brooks have swollen to 
mighty rivers, and Thine hand wast 

Nations have risen up and disap- 
peared. The war cry and song of 
the chase are silenced. Men have 
come, and loved, and gone, and 
through it all Thee. 

And so through ages yet unborn 
Thine hand shall shape the passing 
to Thy glory, giving it new life, new 
hope, new power and after all for- 
ever, and ever, and ever, throughout 
eternitv, Thou Shalt Be. 


Harry Brooks Day was born in New- 
market, Sept. 5. 185S. the son of War- 
ren k. and Martha (Brooks) Dav, and 
d" ■■! at his summer homi in Peter- 
borough, July 3. Moving to Concord 
in childhood, lie graduated from the 
high school there in 1878 and subse- 
quently studied music in this country 





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The Late EL B. Day. 

England and Germany. He was organist 
and choirmaster. in succession, at 
Lowell, Mass., Newton, Mass., Cam- 
bridge Mass., and, since 1900, at Brook- 
lyn, N. Y., for the last 12 years organ- 
ist of St. Luke's church. He was a 
member of many musical organizations 
and of the Episcopal church. He was 
the composer of much church and other 
music. He married Oct. 18, 19U0 
Roselk M. Barker, !>y whom he is sur- 
vived, and by a brother, Arthur K. Day 
M. 1).. of Concord. 


Samuel Storrow Webber was born in 
Springfield, Mass., March 31, 1854. the 

son of Samuel and Ellen (Oliver; Web- 
ber, and the grandson of Dr. Samuel 
Webber of Charlestown, where he died 
April 27. His profession was that of 
mechanical engineer, in which his long- 
est connection was of 25 years with the 
Trenton, N. J., Iron Works. He was 

well known as an inventor, especially i n 
connection with the Webber Crip used 
on aerial tramways in mountain mines 
Since retiring in 1914 he had 

ma le his home with his sister Miss 
-Anna- Louise Webber, at Charlestowii 
and ha i indulged his passion for on - 
door photography and the growing ot 
'■"o •;:■■. :-s:Cs tikic an interest ,u |--; 
public affairs of the town. 


Henry Kirke Porter was born in 
Concord, November 24. 1840, the son of 

George and Clara (Aver) Porter, and 
died in Washington, D. C, April 10 
He graduated from Brown University 
in I860 and was a stti lent at the New- 
ton, Mass.. Theological Institution when 
he enlisted in the Fifth Massachusetts 
Regiment in 3862. In 18r>6 he began 
business, life in Pittsburg, Pa., as" a 
manufacturer of liVht locomotives and 
was very successful. He was a Re- 
publican in politics and a member of the 
58th Congress from the 31st Pennsyl- 
vania district. He was prominently 
identified with the Baptist religious de- 
nomination and with Y. M. C. A. work, 
and was a trustee of Carnegie Institute'. 
His will distributed a large amount in 
philanthropic bequests. His wife and 
one daughter, Anne, are his survivors. 

Joseph W. Pitman, the last of three 
brothers prominently identified with the 
industrial and business interests of La- 
conia, died at his home there April 22. 
He was born in Laconia, December 16, 
1853, the son of Joseph P. and Charlotte 
(Parker) Pitman, and succeeded his 
father as the head of the Pitman Manu- 
facturing Company, a leading hosiery 
industry. He was a director of the La- 
conia National bank and a trustee of the 
City Savings Bank and was a member 
ot the \arious Masonic bodies of the 
city and of the Congregational church. 
He is survived by his wife and five 
< aughters. 

Melville Cox Spaulding, M. D., was 
born in Chelsea, Vt., May 4. 1842, the 
son of Rev. Russell II. and Lucinda 
(Leavitt) Spaulding, and died at his 
home in Ashland, .May 14. He served 


in the Civil War and after its close the New Hampshin Soldiers' Home in 
graduated in medicine ivow. the L : ni- Tilton, died at Portsmouth, May 12. 
versity of Vermont. He was in active He was horn in. Kittery, Ml-.. April 11. 
practice for half a century, of which he lS-!-i, th< son of Meshach and Sarah M. 
on-iit 35 years in Ashland. He was a Bell, and served in the Civil war in 
member of the G. A. R.. the Masons and Company G. Tenth New Hampshire 
the Odd Fellows, and was distinguished Volunteers. He was at one time judge 
for his preat love oi music. He is sur- advocate of the state department of the 
vived i'V a daughter, Mrs. .F. E. t>oo r i- G. A. K. and was a member of the 1. O. 
hue of "Wilmot. and two sons. Roy H ., O. F.. U. O. P. F. and Rebekahs. 
of Plymouth, and Harry R., of Ashland. Since the war he had been engaged in 
business in Portsmouth. He is sur- 
vived by his wi.e and three daughters. 

Austin A. Ellis, elected mayor of 
Keene in 1900. died there March 8. He MAJOR DAVID URCH. 

was horn in. Sullivan. June 14, 1848. and 

engaged in the lumber manufacturing Maior David Urch, who died in 
industry there until 18')] when he re- Portsmouth. April 23, was horn in New- 
moved to keene and began the making port , Wales. April 14. 1S44, and came 
ol brush handles. Previous to his to tn i 5 COU ntrv when tour years of age 
election as mayor he served as council- He was a veteran of the Civil War and 
man and alacrman. He was a deacon s i nce 1876 had owned the toll bridge 
of the First Congregational church and between Portsmouth and Newcastle, 
tor three years president ot the city He had serve! on the board of alder- 

Y. M. C. A. His wife, who was Mis 

men and in both branches of the state 

Julia Ellen Tyler of Marlow. and one Legislature and was prominent in the 

daughter, Mrs. George B. Robertson, state militia, holding eight commission 

or Keene. survive him. f rorn fi rst lieutenant to inspector genei 

. al. He was a charter member of Stori 


Post, G. A. R., and a member oi" the 
Odd Fellows and Rebekahs. He mar- 

Mcshach H. Bell, for many years a ried Ida A .Rogers of Eliot, Ale., whe 
member of the board of governors of survives him. 



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CONCORD, N. 11. 
By George U\ Parker 

Community welfare as purposeful, 
united effort to promote the well-be- 
ing of all members of a social group 
is a modern movement that is most 
significant. Cities and towns have 
existed ever since the gregarious in- 
stinct led men to congregate for pro- 
tection and mutual interests, but the 
world has awaited liberty and frater- 
nity to pave the way for such a mani- 
festation of friendship as we today- 
see in the great brotherhoods. It is 
but a broadening of the scope and 
horizon of the latter that we see in 
the numerous clubs, societies and or- 
ganisations of various kinds and pur- 
pose which characterize our present 
day life. 

Of the numerous organizations 
outside the fraternities, which have 
contributed to the worth and renown 
of the city of Concord, none enjoy 
higher esteen than the Wonolancet 
Club — named after the Indian chief 
who was friendly to the early settlers 
of the town. Ever since its organi- 
zation twenty years ago- -June 6. 
1891 — this club has been identified 
with the varied activities of the Capi- 
tal City, for many years represented 
by a creditable baseball nine, besides 
participating in golf, tennis and other 
out-of-door sports ; conducting an- 
nually a course of concerts and other 
entertainments ; doing its share in 
national and municipal "drives" ; and 
is today a sustaining member of the 
Chamber of Commerce. 

While it is the prime purpose of 
any organization to develop the ca- 

pacities or talents and minister to 
the happiness of its members, it is 
clear from the foregoing statement 
that the interest of the Wonolancet 
Club has not been selfish or confined 
but thru its benefits have been shared 
by the community. The club that in- 
creases the efficiency and social val- 
ue of its members makes a definite 
contribution to good citizenship and 
the commonwealth. 

Probably no plan has yet been de- 
vised by which national ideals or so- 
cial projects can be realized better 
than through the group or club plan. 
Ancient Sparta tried nationalizing 
home and social life but individual 
development and communal welfare 
was not so great, except for military 
purposes, as in Athens. In England 
the guilds and coffee houses were so- 
cial centres; the former for crafts- 
men, the latter for the literary set. 
In modern times these have been suc- 
ceeded by fraternal orders, labor 
unions and social clubs, all of which 
have made a definite contribution to 
civic institutions besides promoting 
the mutual welfare of their members. 

The Wonolancet Club was first or- 
ganized, June 6, 1891, when a group 
of representative men united for 
social and athletic purposes. Chase 
Hall, now known as the American 
Region Hall, was secured and fitted 
up with an extensive outfit of gym- 
nastic apparatus. Here was the home 
of the organization until the present 
club house was occupied, July 1, 1901. 
The club was fortunate in its first 



board of officers, which included the well equipped gymnasium on the top 

floor of Chase Block, members found 
ample opportunity for physical ex- 
ercise of a varied nature. Gvmnas- 

late ex-Governor Frank West Rol- 
lins, president; Marry 11. Dudley, 

treasurer, and Arthur II. Chase, sec- 
retary. These were men of marked 
ability and successful business ex- 
perience. The presidents who have 
guided the destines of the Wonolan- 
cet Club since its founding are: 
Frank West Rollins. lohn F. Web- 
ster, Harry H. Dudley. Harry G. 
Sargent and Frank S. Streeter, the 
last named having tilled the position 

iumj classes were conducted and in ad- 
dition to squad work on chest 
weights, dumb hells. Indian cluhs, 
etc.. indoor base hall proved verv 
popular. Competent instructors were 
in charge and the members availed 
themselves generally of these priv- 

ddie most prominent athletic inter- 

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Frank \V. Rollins. Fiist President. 

with marked success for sixteen 
years. These men were men of 
broad vision and insight, understand- 
ing well •;':>:- possibilities and methods 
best suite I to realize desired ends. 
Otis G. Hammond, now librarian of 
the New Hampshire Historical Soc- 
iety, succeeded Mr. Chase as secre- 
tary, serving in that capacity four 
years, and was in turn succeeded by 
Frederick A. Colton, who rendered 
valuable service to the club as its sec- 
reary for fourteen years. 

The athletic feature of club life 
was stressed in the earlv 90's. In the 

est of the days, though not con- 
ducted strictly by the officers of the 
organization, was baseball. The Won- 
olancet nine will go down in the an- 
nals of baseball as one of the best 
teams the Capital City has known. 

The most exciting series of base- 
ball games ever played in Concord 
was that of 1893 for the city champ- 
ionship between the Wonolancet Club 
nine, managed by J. Clare Derby, and 
the V. M. C. A., managed by W. J. 

ddie latter team was led by John P. 
Fifield, afterwards for several years a 



National League pitcher, and includ- Dartmouth battery of the earlv nine- 

ed a number of college stars as well tics pitched and 'caught, respectively, 

.-is some of the best local players oi for the Wonolancets in these game's. 

the time. But it won only one game Both are now dead. John Abbott, 

in the series, the opener, by a -cure of svho had the unique distinction of 

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Gen. Frank S. Streeter, President, 1905-1920. 

6 to 3. The Wonolancets took the playing on both Dartmouth and Har- 
next four and the championship by vard varsity teams, was another 
scores of 3 to 2 in 15 innings; of 7 member of the nine, which also in- 
to 3 ; of 5 to 4 in 11 innings ; and 1 eluded Henry F. Hollis, afterwards 
to 0. United States Senator, Judge Harry 
Dinsmore and Abbott, a famous J. Brown, of the. Concord municipal 



court. Captain Frank W. Brown of 
the state highway department, Cash- 
ier Isaac Hill of the National State 
Capital hank, the famous "Stick" 
Aldrich, now of Laconia, Fred Rich- 
ardson. Frank Abbott, Charley 
Schoonmaker and Charley Green of 
Concord, Fred Weston of Manches- 
ter, the Gordon brothers and Clark of 
Worcester, Mass., summer residents 

constitution and a more constructive 
program can hardly be imagined. 
First, to minister to the three- fold 
nature of its members; secondly, to 
contribute its influence and resources 
to the civic welfare of the city in 
which it is located. That it has lived 
up to this creed is seen in the record 
of achievement of every department. 
Social recreation is found in the daily 



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Getn. Harry H. Dudley, President. 

of Henniker, and Farrell of Boston. 

It was. without doubt, one of the 
best amateur nines that ever played 
in the state, and its picture occupies 
a place of honor in the clubhouse. 

"The object of this club shall be 
to promote social recreation, physi- 
cal culture and mental improvement 
among its members, and the general 
welfare and business interests of the 
city of Concord." Thus reads the 

gatherings of friends and business as- 
sociates at the clubhouse, the smoke 
talks, the dances, card parties, etc.. 
that are occasionally held. 

Physical culture was prominent in 
the earlier history of the organiza- 
tion, but since the occupancy of the 
new and splendidly equipped quar- 
ters this feature has occupied a sub- 
ordinate place. In the basement is a 
well equipped billiard and pool room, 



where three tables for each game af- 
ford opportunity to indulge in this 

ever popular diversion. Bowling 
tournaments are conducted and great- 
ly enjoyed by all. Mental improve- 
ment is made possible through a fine- 
ly equipped Kb ran of over two thou- 
sand carefully selected and hand- 
somely bound hooks, the numerous 
magazines and other reading matter. 
the entertainment course provided 
each winter, addresses delivered from 
time to time by such eminent men as 
William Jewett Tucker and Ernest 

Mayor Henry E. Chamberlin, 
First Vice-President. 
Martin Hopkins, presidents of Dart- 
mouth College, former President 
Charles S. Mellen of the New Haven 
railway system, the late Gen. Charles 
II. Taylor of the Boston Glohe, 
Samuel L. Powers, and numerous 
others of like ability. 

The Wonolancet Club rendered val- 
uable service to the nation in the re- 
cent World War, through the men 
who enlisted or who served on exemp- 
tion boards, Liberty Loan and Red 
Cross drives, and in the purchase of 
two thousand dollars' worth of Liber- 
ty Bonds, which the club holds. On 

more than one occasion has the Club 
demonstrated its loyally to Concord 
by participating in everv civic move- 
ment that increased the already envi- 
able lame of the Capital City. 

Its members have been prominent 
in patriotic celebrations and humani- 
tarian or relief work. When the local 
Board of Trade was re-organized as 
the Chamber of Commerce, the club 
immediately became a sustaining 
member at one hundred dollars a 
year, and this membership has been 

Since the organization of the Won- 
olancet Club in 1891, the progress 
has been rapid. It was incorporated 
March 14. 1898. The elegant club 
house, made necessary by the in- 
creased size and activities of the or- 
ganization, was occupied July 1, 1901, 
the gymnastic paraphernalia and. 
Chase Hall being turned over to the 
Y. M. C. A., which took up the quar- 
ters long occupied by the club. The 
club house was enlarged by the addi- 
tion of the west wing, in 1906. The 
Library was installed in December, 
1912. ' 

Parallel with this material develop- 
ment was the enlarged activity of the 
club until to-day it has developed ful- 
ly all features of its constructive 

Tuesday, January 27, 1920, was a 
red letter day for the Wonolancets, 
for then the mortgage was burned 
and thereby the club indebtedness was 
wiped out. This was the crowning 
achievement carried out after the an- 
nual business meeting and banquet at 
the Eagle Hotel, when Frank S. 
Streeter, Esq., president of the club 
for sixteen years, gave his annual re- 
port and called on George A. Foster 
to burn the mortgage. In his report 
General Streeter reviewed the rec- 
ord thus far made, showed that in 
fifteen years time, from membership 

$,i,000 for enlargements and perma- 

dues of $24 a year, the club had pak 
SIS. 350 of mortgage indebtedness and 



nent improvements, in -addition to or- 
dinary running expenses. This he at- 
tributed to the policy of rigid econo- 
my adhered to b\ the officers and the 
cheerful co-operation of all. He paid 
tribute to the common-sense manage- 
ment of Jim Thompson, the steward. 
earnestly besought the members to 
make the next fifteen years as fruit- 
ful as the period just ended had been 
and quoted President Hopkins, who 
had said, "Let up keep the chili's soul 
with us and not let it drag too far he- 
hind." To-dar the club is self-sus- 






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Kimball Photo 

Fred A. Coi.tox, Secretary, 1896-1913. 

taining from membership dues alone, 
it is free from debt with a balance in 
th~ treasury. 

Any citizen of Concord of good 
moral character is eligible to become a 
member. Membership is not restrict- 
ed by political or religious belief nor 
financial or social standing. The 
number of resident members is limit- 
ed to 325 and the club now has its 
maximum number with a waiting list. 
There are also seventy non-resident 
members. In proof of the demo- 

cratic nature of the club, it may be 
said that bank presidents here meel 
clerks on an equal footing. clergym< 
and non-church goers fraternize and 
all grades of social life are lure found 
with the gradations effaced. To men- 
tion the names of the club members 
would be to enumerate the leading 
citizens of Concord. 

The entertainment course provided 
by the committee, of which Dr. Louis 
1. Moulton is chairman, is of the best 
Ladies' nights give the members an 
opportunity to bring their wives or 
lady friends. The course mapped 
out for next year has just been closed 
and may be made public as follows : 

1. White's Con ert Party, consist- 
ing of Ruth Collingbourne, violinist. 
Alma La Palme, 'cellist, Leona Ke- 
nelly, soprano, and Harold Logan, 

2. Burnell R. Ford, entertainer- 

3. The Helen Andrews Concert 
Company in Venetian songs, southern 
songs, and stories and songs of long 

A. The Scottish Musical Comedy 
Company, in The Cotter's Saturday 
Night and Tom O' Shanter. 

The entertainment course for 1920- 
1921, proved highly enjoyable and 
consisted of the following: 

October 21 — All American Day. 
Dr. and Mrs. George Lawrence 
Parker and four musicians. 

November 9 — Daddy Grobecker 
and His Swiss Yodlers. 

December 17 — Crawford Adams 
Company. Crawford Adams, "The 
Wizard of the Violin." Miss Ethel 
Hinton, Reader, "The Girl of Many 
Dialects." Miss Nan Synott, Solo 
Pianist and Accompanist. 

February 28 — The Rainbow Girls. 
Bertha Mc Donough. Entertainer ; 
Olga Cappuccio, Violinist; Marion 
Chase, Pianist. 

March 7 — The Bostonia Sextette 
Club. C. L. Staats, Director; Miss 
Louise Reynolds, Soprano. 



The home of the Wonolancet Club 
i. on the northwest corner of Stale 
and Pleasant streets, a spacious, at- 
tractive brick building of Colonial 
style, two and a half stories high and 
adorned in front with imposing Cor- 
inthian columns. It appeals to the pas- 
ser-by as an ideal club house and this 
impression is borne out by every da- 
tail of its consti'uction and arrange- 
ment of the rooms. 

-As one enters from State street, a 
spacious lounging room invites, with 

Herbert W. Odlix, Secretary. 
comfortable leather chairs, rich art 
sruares and oil paintings on the walls. 
1 .• ~he right is the card room and just 
beyond, the beautifully appointed li- 
E lary, bespeaking quiet and culture. 
C^pening out of the lounge are the 
o^ke. the parlor, the music and coat 
r toms. The well lighted, spacious 
boliiard and pool rooms are in the 

On the second floor are the assem- 
Vy hall, dining hall and ladies' room 
^-rj j on the third floor is the kitchen. 
"With these facilities and its central 
•location, the club is in a position to 

carry out a comprehensive and con- 
structive work that will mean much 
to Concord as the years come and go. 

The club has been exceedingly for- 
tunate from the start in the able and 
conscientious officers who have guid- 
ed its affairs. 

At the first meeting. May 12, 1891, 
Frank W. Rollins served as chairman 
and Arthur If. Chase was secretary. 

June 6, 1891, the organization was 
effected with the election of the fol- 
lowing officers : 


President, F. \Y. Rollins ; Secre- 
tary, A. H. Chase; treasurer, II. H. 
Dudley; -1st. vice president, Francis 
L. Abbott; 2nd; vice president, Henry 
W. Stevens; directors, J. F. Webster, 
Wm. F. Thayer, F. J. Hill, J. Francis 
Bothheld, C. H. Day, George L. 

1892— President, F. W. Rollins; 
1st vice president. Ik C. White; 2nd. 
vice president. H. W. Stevens; sec- 
retary, A. H. Chase; treasurer, H. H. 

1893 and 1894— President. John F. 
Webster; 1st. vice president, II. W. 
Stevens; 2nd. vice president, B. C. 
White; secretary, O. G. Hammond; 
treasurer, Frank P. Ouimbv. 

1895— President, John F. Web- 
ster; 1st. vice president, H. W. 
Stevens; 2nd vice president, J. Clare 
Derby ; secretary, O. G. Hammond ; 
treasurer, F. P. Quimby. 

1896 — The same officers except 
Fred A. Colton became secretary. 

1897, 1808 and 1S99— President, J. 
F. Webster; 1st. vice president, J. 
Clare Derby; 2nd. vice president. II. 
H. Dudley; secretary, F. A. Colton; 
treasurer, John H. Couch. 

1900— President, II. H. Dudley; 
1st. vice president, George D. Wal- 
don ; 2nd. vice president, Henry W. 
Stevens;, secretary. F. A. Colton; 
treasurer. John H. Couch. 

1901 and 1902— President, H. H. 
Dudley; 1st. vice president. Charles 
L. Gilmore; 2nd. vice president, A. 



Byron Batchekler; secretary, F. A. 

Colton; treasurer, I. H. Couch. 

1903— President *ll. G. Sargent; 
1st. vice president, A. B. Batchelder; 
2nd .vice president, Frank E. Brown; 

secretary, F. A. Colton; treasurer J. 
II. Couch. 

1904— President. Harry G. Sar- 
gent ; 1st. vice president. F. P. 
Qtiimby; 2nd. vice president. Howard 
F. Hill; secretary. F. A. Colton; 
treasurer, Frank E. Shepherd. 

1905— President. Frank S. Street- 

Harold E. Hilton, Treasurer. 

er ; 1st. vice president, A. H. Britton; 
2nd. vice president, David D. Taylor; 
secretary, F. A. Colton; treasurer, F. 
F. Shepherd. 

1906— Presi. lent. F. S. Streeter; 
1st. vice president, D. F. Sullivan; 
2nd. vice president. Solon A. Carter; 
secretary. F. A. Colton; treasurer, 
Fred L. Dole. 

1907— Presiden 

1st. vice president. E. 
2nd. vice president, 
secretary, F. A. Colton 
L. Dole. 

190S and 1909— President, I 

S. Streeter; 
N. Pearson ; 
Isaac Hill ; 
treasurer, F. 

Streeter; l>t. vice president, Josiah 
E. Fernald; 2nd. vice president, Wm. 
Rav; secretary, F. A. Colton; treas- 
urer. H. H. Dudley. 

1910 and 1911— President, F. S. 
Streeter; 1st. vice president, Ferdi- 
nand A. S-tillings; 2nd. vice president. 
Willis IX Thompson; secretary, F. A. 
Colton; treasurer, II. H. Dudley. 

1912— President, F. S. Streeter; 
1st. vice president. F. M. Willis; 2nd. 
vice president, Wm. J. Ahern ; secre- 
tary. F. A. Colton; treasurer, Ft. H. 

1913— President, F. S. Streeter; 
1st. vice president, John M. Mitchell; 
2nd. vice president, Henry W. Stev- 
ens ; secretary. F. A. Colton ; treas- 
urer. H. H. Dudley. 

1914— President, F. S. Streeter; 
1st. vice president, Bennett Batch- 
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secretary, Arthur L. Willis; treasur- 
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1st. vice president, R. E. Walker; 
2nd. vice president. B. C. White; 
secretary, A. L. Willis; treasurer, H. 
II. Dudley. 

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vice president, Charles A. Wing; sec- 
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1st. vice president. Charles A. Wing; 
2nd. vice president, Irving A. Watson 
secretary, II. W. Odlin ; treasurer, 
II. H. Dudley. 

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1st. vice preident, Irving A. Watson; 
2nd. vice president, Harold H. Blake; 
secretary, H. W. Odlin; treasurer, 
H. H. Dudley. 

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1st. vice president, H. H. Blake; 2nd. 
vice president, E. P. Roberts; secre- 
tary, H. W. Odlin; treasurer, H. H. 

1920— President, F. S. Streeter; 
1st. vice president, E. N. Pearson; 
2nd. vice president, Henry E. Cham- 


berlain; secretary, H. \V. Odlm; Wadleigh, Wm. T. Bell and Paul Du- 

treasurer, H. II. Dudley. Bois. 

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1st. vice president, Henry E. Cham- prises Isaac Hill, Henry \Y. Mc- 

berlain ; 2nd. vice president, Arthur Farland, Fred E. Everett. Edward S. 

H. Britton; secretary, H. \V. Odlin; Wells, George W. Griffin, Win. A. 

treasurer, Harold E. Hilton. Stone, Albert ]'. Brown, Ira L. Evans, 

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The directors for the ensuing year John P. George, Thomas G. Xorris 

are; Patrick J. Bolger, ('tis G. Ham- and Fred A. Colton. 
moiid, George H. Rolfe, Frank E. 


By Perley R. Bugbee 


Crisp and shorter are the days 

While the nights are growing long 

O'er earth there's a smoky haze 

Birds have flown south with their song. 

Sunny days with yellow light 
When hills are veiled in a mist. 
Autumn's harvest moon shines bright 
While flowers by the frosts are kissed. 

Acorns from the oaks are falling 
The leaves are yellow and red. 
Chipmunks to chipmunks are calling 
Joyful thanks for their winter's bread. 

By the wood's edge are asters blue 
Around the elm, the woodbine's red. 
The grapes are of a purplish hue. 
Green summer is almost dead. 



B\ Gilbert Henry Knoides, 

For more than a month, I. em and 
I had had our minds .set on climbing 
Mt. Moosilauke. The idea of doing 
this little stunt, once inside of our 
heads, behaved as a seed .sown in a 
fertile field. As the seed develops 
into a plant, so the little idea of 
climbing a mountain for the first 
time grew into a living passion. 
Finally there came a day when we 
could wait no longer. 

"We'll go to-night," exclaimed 
Lem with decision. 

"To-night !" I rejoined. 

We were working as guides at 
Lost River that summer, and could 
not get away until five o'clock. All 
through the day the sky remained 
clear and blue. About four o'clock 
light clouds began to gather in the 
west and while it did not grow hazy, 
the clouds had, before we started 
away, formed themselves into what 
is termed a "mackerel sky." We 
were advised not to go that day. 
The weather was not favorable, they 
told us. 

The sign of bad weather is usually 
enough to "queer" a mountain trip 
for me now-a-days, but then it was 
different. We were going to stay 
over night on the mountain and it 
was the sunrise that we wanted 
most; there was plenty of time for 
the sky to clear before morning ; and 
we were simply bound not to give 
up, any how, when our plans were so 
well made. 

Now this was our first climb and 
possibly some of my readers will be 
interested to know how we fitted our- 
selves nut with food, clothing, etc. 
We had plenty of advice (Oh! yes!) 
but we weighed it all and took it at 
its true value, together with a little 
common sense of our own. We were 
going to be gone only one night, re- 

turning quite early the next morn- 
ing. Of course the main thing was 
blankets, of which we took two. each. 
They were made into long rolls and 
the rolls were doubled, and the ends 
tied together, so that they could be 
carried quite easily over one shoul- 
der. We each, as I remember, had 
some sort of rain coat wrapped up in 
our blankets, and we had sweaters. 
Lem wore woolen socks and medium 
weight, pliable work shoes. 1 wore 
woolen socks and heavy, rubber soled 
canvas shoes. Lem's shoes were the 
best. We had two cakes of whole- 
some sweet chocolate in each of our 
lunch bags, together with sandwiches, 
doughnuts, etc., given us by the very 
kind lady who was cook. To all 
this equipment was added a drinking 

Of all things, don't forget the little tin 

cup, my friend; 
And then when high on the mountain's 

At the bubbling- spring you pause to 

Nature's magic drink, your weary soul 

will mend. 

We finally started away, with our 
friends waving and laughing at us, 
and assuring us there would be no 
views. But that didn't worry us; we 
were very happy. Actually, we were 
going to the very top of Alt. Moosi- 

I feel quite sure that at the time at 
which 1 write, only a comparatively 
small number of hikers in the White 
Mountains had ascended Moosilauke 
by the Reaver Brook trail. The trail 
starts at a point about half a mile 
above the Reservation buildings on 
the Lost River road which connects 
North Woodstock and Easton. It is 
not an easy trail, but is a most inter- 


ejtiiig one. It is the one by which 
Lem and I climbed Moosilauke for 
the first time. 

Leaving the road, the trail rambles 

over comparatively- level ground for 
about a quarter" of a mile, then it 
begins to ascend quite abruptly. The 
woods were very still on the night 
Lena and I started our trip, save for 
the glad notes of the White Throat 
and now and then the snapping of 
breaking twigs. 

We had not gone far when we 
heard running water. Conjing to a 
place where an abandoned logging- 
road leads off to the left and the trail 
goes to the right, we stopped, for 
both of us were breathing hard. We 
listened; the sound of running water 
was everywhere around us. From 
the right came the roar of the Beaver 
Brook Cascades, loud yet sweet and 
appealing. From the left, not quite 
as distinctly, could be heard the 
rumble of the falls on Moosilauke 
brook. We were between two dis- 
tinct yet neighborly streams, pouring 
violently down over the foot-hills of 
the mountain. The waters from 
Beaver brook, which becomes the 
Wild Ammonoosuc river, flow toward 
Wildwood and finally empty into the 
larger Ammonoosuc, thence to the 
Connecticut. The waters of Moosi- 
lauke brook play hide and seek among 
the Lost River caverns, empty into 
the Pemigewa.-set at North Wood- 
stock, thence to the Merrimack. 

Indeed, this was very interesting. 
Two friendly little mountain streams, 
leading out in opposite directions and 
soon to be miles and miles part, but 
ultimately both would enter the great 
Atlantic. It was like Lem and me; 
there we were together having the 
time of our lives, and in only a few 
months we would be separated by the 
distance that stretches between the 
White Mountains and the Great 
Lakes. Still in the far future, per- 
haps we, like the waters of the two 
streams, would meet again. It is one 
of the ways of the world. 

Soon we. reached Beavei brool 
beheld the beautiful ( as< 

side which we were to 
The most difficult part of tin • 
up the Cascades, but tin- also >- ■ , .. 
most picturesque part. For ne; 
mile the trail follows this won lul 
series ot' water falls. There is home- 
thing very friendly about little 
falls, and if one has time, he can ;>;;. ; 
in Beaver brook Cascades some of 
the profoundest secrets of life. 
There are the broad places, the nar- 
row, perpendicular plunges, little 
fountains caused by curious water- 
carving in the ledge, which forms the 
stream bed; the white, foamy places 
and darker places over which shadows 
are cast. 

"This is worth the whole trip." said 
Lem, "I'm glad we didn't give up." 

And just then we reached out and 
let our tin cups be filled with the 
purest of beverages, mountain spring 
water. The cups were emptied at 
our lips and instantly we were filled 
with rapture; imagination was in our 
minds, our eyes saw as they had 
never seen before. In the ripple of 
the water and in the notes of the 
White Throat our ears heard the 
story of the limberlost, our hearts 
were whispering in friendship, and as 
it seemed, the spirit of the heavens 
had d.escended upon our souls. 
Truly, there is one thing of which I 
am certain; the inspiration which 
came to me as we stood beside the 
Cascades that night kindled within 
the fire which would send me hiking 
over many a mountain in the days to 
come; it linked me forever with that 
group of sight-seeing people known 
by the simple title, pedestrians. 

Now we were clutching the 
branches, one after another, to aid us 
in creeping up a ledge. Next we 
were cautiously feeling our way along 
a decaying ladder. Soon we came to 
the old log bridge that spans the 
stream. We shifted our blankets 
from one shoulder to the other and 
looked back across the notch from 


Ti-iK granite monthly 

whence \vc had come. It was grow- 
ing cloudy. l)iu we could sec the Fran- 
conia peaks with Mt. Lafayette ris- 
ing in its grandeur abovs all the 
others. Then there was Kinsman 
and Wolf and in another direction, 
Mt. Osceola and the Waterville 
Range. We were the monarchs of 
all we surveyed. 

Resuming our journey we shortly 
passed Camp 14. long abandoned, 
and the trail became much easier. 
After it leaves the brook the path 
follows a series of logging roads to 
within a possible mile and a half of 
the Summit. Up we went, stopping 
now and then to enjoy backward 
views ; but we climbed very rapidly 
considering that we were beginners. 
Lem and 1 desired to reach the Sum- 
mit before dark. 

Almost before we knew it we bad 
moved around the cone of Mt. Blue, 
and could no lunger get views toward 
the Franconia region. The trail took 
us through a grove of spruce and fir. 
Shadows were playing among the 
trees and the clouds were getting 
thicker and thicker over head. On 
we went ; the trees getting smaller 
and smaller at everv turn, and then 
we got into scrub fir and knew that 
we were near the top. We could 
have seen the Tip-Top House some 
time before we reached it. if the sky 
had been clear. 

Clouds were settling all about, and 
we hurried as fast as we could. Com- 
ing to a barren place, I told Lem 
that I could see the house just 
ahead through the fog and coming 
darkness. We made for it, but it 
was only the barn. The bouse was 
near by but could not be seen until 
one was right on to it, because the 
cloud hung so heavily over the moun- 
tain. The wind was blowing hard 
and we heard the rattling of the irons 
which helped to hold the house to 
the rocks. 

Now the Tip-Top House was clos- 
ed that season, which means that no 
one stayed there to look after the 

public. The public looked after it- 
self. There was a single window 
from which the shutter had been re- 
moved and the window itself was 
sadly broken.' 

"Shall we go in?" said I. 

"Wail," was the answer. 

We walked all around the build- 
ing. We found the front door 
(boarded up) and frowned when we 
saw the many initials carved on the 
boarding by thoughtless imps. It 
was getting to be cold. The wind 
howled and the chains went, "rack-er- 
rakcr-er-rack." Lem and I were 
happy though. On reaching the sum- 
mit and taking good deep breaths we 
both woke up to the fact that we 
had never felt so "peppy" in our 
lives. Finally it was decided to go 
into the house by way of the broken 
window. We did not wish to break 
in, but it did not seem altogether 
wrong to stoop and pass through an 
opening which someone else had 
made. Lem hesitated longer than I 
did, but he came "around" after a 
fashion and we entered by the broken 
window. Any way we couldn't sleep 
in that cloud without some shelter, 
and it was getting pretty dark. 

Did I mention candles? Well, you 
know boys have a lot of room in theii 
pockets and candles was one of the 
many things we had stuffed in ours. 
So once inside the house we turned on 
the lights. We were in what bad 
been the big dining room. It was 
pitiful to see; the floor was warped 
and covered with broken glass and 
dishes, the walls were stained either 
by water that had leaked in, or by the 
melting of snow which had blown in 
during the colder seasons. There 
were several mattresses on the floor, 
probably dragged down stairs by pre- 
vious callers. The chairs and tables 
were weather-worn and everything 
was "topsy-turvy." There was the 
remains of a croquet set here and 
there upon the floor. Also, Lem call- 
ed my attention to several hundreds 
of hedge-hog quills. 


38 1 

We explored the interior of the 
house from kitchen to garret, and 
finally decided that the beautiful din- 
ing room was the best place to sleep. 
Indeed there were good beds and 
mattresses in many of the iip-stairs 
chambers, but the windows were 
hoarded up and we might not wake 
up in time in the morning. Il was 
musty too, and Letn said the air was 
"rotten" to breathe and that we bet- 
ter be down where the window was 
out. I agreed. ( i haven't told Lem 
how I slept in one of the chambers 
the next year under similiar condi- 
tions) and we went back to our 
beautiful dining room. We got out 
our sandwiches and chocolate and, 
believe me, there was a real feast in 
the old bouse for once! 

After supper the beds must be 
made up. (It was now pitch dark 
everywhere except from the glow 
from our candles.) We selected the 
dryest mattress and spread our rain 
coats upon it. Next, Lem and I, 
made sleeping bags out of two of our 
blankets by ingeniously folding them 
and by fastening with large safety 
pins. The bags were placed close to- 
gether on the mattress and the other 
blankets were put over the top. The 
next thing was to retire. 

"The children were all nestled 
snug in their beds, while visions of 
sugar plums danced in their heads." 
In hurrying about in a busy town 
doing just what someone else higher 
up is directing us to do, we are, I 
think, often lead away from that 
truth which the great book reminds 
us of when it says, "Thou art born to 
freedom." If Lem and I had ever 
doubted this, all doubt was swept 
away on that first night in the clouds. 
We were sleeping, mind you, four 
thousand, eight hundred and eleven 
feet above the level of the sea! The 
world was at our feet ; we were the 
masters while we were in posses- 
sion. Nature had sent us a won- 
derful orchestra under the direction 
of Professor Wind ; other members 

were.-- Irons and Chains, Warped 
Floors, arid Poor L T p-Stairs. 

"Whoo- -u-oo— oooo—oo-o," went 
the wind; "rack^er-rack— rack," went 
the Irons and Chains; "cree— ak— 
crea— k— ere— eek." went the Warped 
Floors, and "slam-bang!" the Door 
Up-Stairs. I have heard of a fanner 
who, when asked what instrument of 
the band he liked to hear 
best, quickly reponded, "the bass 
drum." 1 would not question 
the musical powers of the bass 
drum, but to me there is much 
more variety in the orchestra of Pro- 
fessor Wind. 1 am sure many would 
not have been affected in the same 
way as Lem and I, but (o us the music 
was sweet, appealing, and restful; we 
entered dreamland with broad satis- 
fied smiles upon our faces. 

It was past midnight when we were 
next awakened. The orchestra was 
yet playing; but what new musician 
had joined it? He made at least 
three new sounds; first would come 
the noise like what the horse makes 
when he gnaws his crib, next a sound 
as if one were chatting his teeth to- 
gether very rapidly, the third sound 
heard less frequently was like what 
would be made by the whisks of a 
broom if the whisks were pushed 
slowly over a rough floor. We lis- 
tened ; the new musician seemed to be 
stationed nearer to us than any of the 
others. Lem said he was coming in 
the window. I raised myself up and 
sure enough, there was a round, dark 
form on the broad sill. The house 
was so built that the sill was even 
with the earth on the outside and 
about a foot above the floor on the in- 

"Let's light our candles," I whis- 

"All right," Lem answered. 

Von will remember that we had 
made some of our blankets into sleep- 
ing bags, which bags fitted us rather 
closely. We struggled to free our- 
selves from the "tight jackets." . 

"Darn !" said I. 



"Raspberries!" rejoiced Lem. 

Naturally by the time we wore 
free and ttie ran. lies were going, Mr. 
Musician had disappeared into the 

darkness. I think it was mighty 
mean on us after we had gone to the 
trouble of getting out of those hags; 
am way, we made up our minds then 
and there, that this new musician was 
not the sort of character we wanted 
in the orchestra. We got into our 
sleeping harnesses again and were 
just beginning to dose off when the 
stranger came back. 

"We must hustle !" I was saying 
under my breath. 

"Raspberries!" said Lem, "keep 
still; he may come nearer." 

So there we lay, listening to the 
new notes. Wailing is hard work, 
but cold revenge had taken posses- 
sion of our hearts. The dark thing 
on the sill dropped to the floor with 
a thump. It came nearer and nearer 
playing its instrument all the while. 
Now it was making the noise like a 
horse gnawing its crib, and it was 
using a bureau near Lem's head for a 

Arise! Ye conspirators ! We were 
not as long getting out this time. 
The candles were lighted and we had 
slipped on our shoes to prevent the 
broken glass from cutting our feet. 
The musician had retired to the farth- 
' est corner ; he was huddled in a single 
dark, round, prickly ball. 

"A hedge-hog !" How we laugh- 
ed, that instant remembering that the 
authorities in the northern towns 
were buying hedgehog noses at twenty 
cents a piece. Lem commenced fir- 
ing croquet balls at the thing, while 
I held the candle ; and my breath, for 
I expected the air would be instantly 
permeated with quills. Imagine my 
surprise when not a one came' 
I was glad though, because we were 
clad only in our Summer un- 
dergarments and were not par- 
ticular about being used for pin 
cushions. The animal died hard. 
Lem finished him with a mallet. It 

was a shame to kill him. hut twenty 
cents doesn't grow on every brush. 
Lem said we mast next cut off his 

"1 leaven sakes !" 1 exclaimed, 
"get hack to bed ! can't you see that 
both of us are shaking so we're mak- 
ing the same noise the hedge-hog made 
with his teeth ! Ik-sides, 1 guess that 
nose will keep 'till morning." 

"Raspberries." said Lem, but he 
came to bed. 

Next morning the clouds were still 
there and it was raining slightly. We 
couldn't hope for any views, but then 
that didn't worry us much. The next 
thing was to pack up and "get down to 
camp in time to go to work. Lem 
spent about half an hour sawing that 
hedge-hog's nose off with a jack- 
knife. 1 said I didn't see why the 
authorities couldn't take a quill just as 
well and save us all that work. Lem 
agreed that it would be much easier 
for us, but a bit hard on the authori- 
ties, for in this case they would be 
paying us about nine million twenty- 
cent pieces. 

We got down the mountain at eight 
o'clock. It had not rained much as we 
descended but the bushes were very 
wet, and so was the tall meadow grass 
near the lower end of the trail, which 
we had waded through. We were 
pretty well soaked from our necks 
down, but it didn't bother us one bit. 
and we had really had a great trip. 
We had finished our chocolate coming 
down and had drank again at the Cas- 
cades and at Lorgilancet Spring. 

We must have looked like two 
drowned rats as we came into camp. 
Everyone was laughing at us and 
wanted to know if we weren't sorry 
we had gone. Think of that! They 
found out pretty quick, I can tell you. 
We wouldn't have missed that trip for 

for well, for all the girls we 

guided that day. and there were one 
hundred and six of them. 

As for the ducking, concerning my- 
self, I told Lem it was no more than 
what he would have given me if we 



had stayed at camp. And he said may- 
be I was right. Le.m had the habit of 
concealing some very cold water in our 
"shack" each night ; in the morning 
he would turn the li juid in my face 
(if I were not awake), or he would 
give me a shower as 1 was beginning 
to dress. ( >ne morning 1 got shower- 
ed with what water was contained in 
one of mv own rubbers. The rubber 
had bsen filled the night before and 
hidden under hem's bed. Anyhow, I 
was glad to know it was a non-leak- 
able rubber. 

The hedge-hog nose brought its 
twenty cents. I told Lem he had 
earned the most of it. but he made me 
take half because I had held the candle 
and had also borne my part of the 
aninlil's distasteful music. 

We surely had a wonderful trip, and 
if we didn't get much in the way of 
views, we had seen a lot of nature and 
had had a most interesting adventure. 

In concluding, friends, let me assure 
you that this information is not given 
for the purpose of leading the public 
to climb mountains when weather con- 

ditions are unfavorable. I give you 
the facts as they occurred; there has 
been no attempt at exaggeration. The 
trip Lem am! 1 had up Mt. Moosi- 
lauke turned out to be more exciting 
in one respect, if less interesting in 
so far as views are concerned, than it 
could have been even had the weather 
been perfect, in this 1 feel certain, 
you will agree with me. A more un- 
usual feat, although without adventure 
with hedgehogs or other animals, was 
my ascent of Mt. Moosilauke at mid- 
night in late September, accompanied 
by another companion with a 
climbing disposition. 

Editor's Note — Since Mr. Knowles 
spent the night lie lias described on the 
summit of Mount Moosilauke. the Tip 
Top House has been presented to the 
Dartmouth OutiiiK Club by Edward K. 
Woodworth, Dartmouth ' ( J7, and Charles 
P. Woodworth, Dartmouth '07, and now 
forms a part of the chain of camps 
which that famous organization main- 
tains. The climb taken by Mr. Knowles 
and his companion is now one of a series 
of regular trips taken from Lost River 
under the auspices of the management 
there, guides taking up parties every 
Monday and Thursday during the season. 


By Amy J. Doll off 

There is music in the forest 

That the waiting soul can hear 
When attuned to God and heaven 

And no mortal voice is near. 

Sweeter than the liquid fluting 

Of the silver throated bells; 
Purer than the sparkling waters 

Flowing through fern bordered dells: 

As holy as a Mother's pleading 
For the children of her care, 

Is the music of the forest 

To those who God's spirit share. 



Bv Charles Nevers Holmes 

The clock in the tower of the old 
chinch at the village center, half-a- 
mile distant, was striking the hour of 
two. when. John Sadler descended 
from the dingy local train to the plat- 
form of the little station at Holton. 
For six years John Sadler had been 
far away from Holton. He had left 
his native town to take a business 
position in a great city, and he had 
prospered far beyond his expecta- 
tions. Now he was hack again for a 
short visit. Indeed, it was really his 
first opportunity to return to Holton, 
for the business position he had taken 
confined him closely to his office; but 
after six years of incessant hard work, 
he decided to have a vacation, — a very 
brief one,- -and he had come to spend 
a part of this vacation at Holton. 

John Sadler glanced about him. 
The station-agent was a stranger, and 
he remembered that Mildred had 
written that old Mr. Sanborn had re- 
signed. He did not loiter, but took 
at once the familiar "short-cut path" 
leading to the nai row road which 
passed Mildred Martin's house. He 
was going to call upon her, first of all, 
and then he would visit other former 
schoolmates and friends. Some of 
these schoolmates and friends had, 
like himself, departed from this quiet 
town to seek their fortunes elsewhere, 
but. somehow, he felt very sure that 
Mildred was ^.t ill living in Holton. 

John Sadler had not seen Mildred 
since his departure from Holton. On 
the afternoon of his departure, she 
and he had strolled together down the 
shady lane at the back of her mother's 
house. It had been a glorious morn- 
ing, the afternoon was just as pleas- 
ant, and John remembered, as though 
it were only yesterday, how blithely 
the birds were singing all around 
them. When they reached the sha- 
dow of the old oak tree on the right 
of the lane, John suddenly stopped 

walking, as though he had made up his 
mind to say something very important. 
And. at this moment, Mildred abrupt- 
ly looked away, as if she saw some 
object in the lane which was far more 
interesting than the young man beside 
her. However, John Sadler uttered 
not one word, he remained absolutely 
silent. Although he had been presi- 
dent of the Holton Debating Society 
for several years, he acted as if his 
tongue had suddenly and completely 
lost its power of speech. 

As he stood thus in embarrassed si- 
lence, Mildred seemed to lose interest 
in other objects in the lane, and she 
turned her attention to the young man 
beside her. "Isn't this a most roman- 
tic spot, John ?" remarked she. "Do 
you know that mother always calls it 
the 'lovers' lane?' " 

For a while, John remained as 
speechless as before, then, at length, 
some words crossed his lips. "Isn't 
it a pity, Mildred, that you are going 
to move away from this beautiful 
place, and live in your mother's old 

Mildred did not reply at once. At 
last she said, rather slowly, "I am not 
quite sure what mother will do. It 
may be that we shall stay here after 

Then, suddenly, John looked at his 
watch. "Gracious! — I must be go- 
ing! It will never do for me to 
miss my train. 1 guess we had better 
return to your house at once. I have 
just about time to say good-bye to 
your nether." 

Mildred made no reply, and they 
hastened back to her home where John 
bade both herself and her mother a 
rather hasty farewell. He had not 
seen Mildred since that pleasant after- 
noon when she stood at her front 
gate, waving him a very mournful 
good-bye. They had exchanged let- 
ters, less and less frequently, for two 



or three years, but for a long lime 
John hud heard nothing whatsoever 
from or abou( her. 

John Sadler walked briskly along 
the familiar "short-cut path," ami 
presently reached the narrow road 
which passes Mildred Martin's house. 
A few minutes later, he came in sight 
of it. a large, old-fashioned farm 
house, and it seemed to him as though 
lie saw a dainty, youthful figure stand- 
ing at its front gate, waving him a 
very joy fid welcome. But John found 
more than one person standing at that 
front gate. and. all over the farm 
honse grounds, indeed within the farm 
house itself, there was gathered a 
large and deeply interested crowd. It 
took scarcely a glance to perceive that 
an auction was in progress, and John 
recogni/.ed the auctioneer, a short, en- 
ergetic man. as one of his former 

John Sadler mingled with the 
crowd, and, presently, he was asking 
questions about this auction, of an old 
gentleman who stood beside him. The 
old gentleman looked him over, in • 
quisitively, and replied, "I guess you 
are a stranger hereabouts. This 
property belonged to Mildred Mar- 
tin — she died last March — and her 
heirs decided to sell it at auction." He 
said something further but John did 
not hear it. The surrounding crowd 
faded entirely from his sight, and he 
was standing speechless, once more, 
within a "lovers* lane," beside a pretty 
girl with golden hair and blue eyes, 
who was remarking in a low and ^weet 
voice, "Isn't this a most romantic spot, 
John ?" 

gentleman if be knew what had be- 
come of Mrs. Mary Martin, Mildred's 

Presently, he turned to ask the old 
mother, but the elderly man had dis- 
appeared in the crowd. "Probably," 
muttered John to himself, "both moth- 
er and daughter are lying side by side 
under the tall pine in the old grave- 
yard." At that moment the clear 
voice of the auctioneer broke in sharp- 
ly upon his sad thoughts, — "Five dol- 

lars 1 am offered for this valuable 
heirloom — five dollars ! — Ah! - five 
dollars and a half!" — Whereupon, 
John, not knowing for what he was 
bidding, almost without thinking, ex- 
claimed. "Six dollars!" 

When John Sadler made his fust 
bid. the auction bad scarcely begun, 
and it lasted more than two hours. 
During that time he bought article af- 
ter article, scarcely seeing what he 
purchased, and not caring what price 
he bid. lie also bought the farm 
house and land, including the "lovers' 
lane," paying for the property a hun- 
dred dollars more than his nearest 
competitor. Of course it was not 
long before everybody at the auction 
knew the name and full biography of 
the gentleman who was buying so 
recklessly. "It's John Sadler," re- 
marked Deacon Brown to the new 
minister, "but I can't for the life of 
me understand where John has got so 
much money. None of the Sadlers in 
this town was ever wealthy." 

As soon as the auction was over, 
John Sadler pushed his way quickly 
through the crowd, and exchanged a 
few words with the happy auctioneer. 
Then, without speaking to anyone 
else, he passed hastily through the cur- 
ious throng, and walked off in the 
direction of the shady lane at the 
back of the farmhouse. This lane led 
toward the old grave yard wherein 
was the family lot belonging to the 
Martins, and after he had entered the 
lane, John walked along very slowly. 

When we reached the shadow of 
the old oak tree on the right of the 
lane, he stopped, and looked pensively 
around him. The oak tree, the "spot," 
was absolutely unchanged, indeed the 
shady lane looked exactly as it did upon 
that pleasant afternoon, six years ago. 
John Sadler gazed about him, mourn- 
fully, and then he heard a voice be- 
hind him calling. "Do wait a bit, 
John!" The voice sounded very 
familiar, and a he turned quickly 
around, he found himself looking into 
the pretty and smiling face of Mil- 



dred Martin, who was holding out her 
hand most cordially to greet him. 

John Sadler gasped, then lie shrank 
hack as though he saw an apparition. 

"Why, what's the matter?" in- 
quired the "apparition," a look of 
surprise commencing to bedim the 
smile of welcome beaming in those 
bright blue eyes. "Aren't you glad 
to see me? Of course I "haven't writ- 
ten you for several years hut then you 
haven't written me. 1 heard that you 
bought almost everything at the auc- 
tion--! wasn't there— and when 1 ar- 
rived 1 caught a glimpse of you 
walking toward this lane. 1 called 
out to you several times hut you didn't 
hear me." 

John gasped again. Then he 
asked, rather hesitatinglv, "Is it reallv 
you, Mildred?" 

"Certainly it is I !" exclaimed the 
young woman. "Who do you think 
it is, — a ghost ?" 

John reached out his hand and 
grasped the small one. which was just 
being withdrawn. "Why — I was told 
you were dead !" exclaimed he. 

"Dead?" — Then her laugh, happy 
and musical as of old. rang out in the 
shady lane — "Dead? I don't believe 
so, John. Who told you that?" 

"An old gentleman at the auction. 
lie said that Mildred Martin died last 
March " 

"M ildred Martin ? — O — I under- 
stand—Aunt Millie died last March, 
— Don't you remember that 1 was 
named for her, John? And two 
years ago mother and I left this farm- 
house, to live in mother's old home. 
Then Aunt Millie moved in here. I 
guess you and I stopped writing to 
each other before that time." 

John Sadler drew a long breath 
and smiied rather faintly. He had 
wholly forgotten that he was still 
holding Mildred's hand. "Well- 
honestly," said he. slowly, "I thought 
you were dead." 

Again he gazed pensivelv around 
him:. Mildred and he were in the 
same shady lane, and there was the old 

oak tree on their right, exactly as it 
had been six years ago. Elowever, 
Mildred was not looking away from 
him, as though she saw some object 
in the lane whidi was far more inter- 
esting than the young man beside her. 
Indeed, her \rxc was turned towards 
him, and even a chance observer 
would have detected a smile lurking 
about her lips. Once more the birds 
were singing blithely all around them, 
and the short lane seemed less shad- 
owy and much brighter than usual, 
as the gorgeous afternoon sun shone 
through the pine trees upon their 
pathway. It was certainly a cheerful 
and beautiful moment. Evidently it 
appeared so to Mildred Martin. Isn't 
this a most romantic spot, John?" re- 
marked she. "Do you know that 
mother always called it the 'lovers' 

For a rrjoment, John made no re- 
ply. Presently he spoke in a firm, af- 
fectionate tone, "Mildred, I want to 
tell you something, — " 

But his companion interrupted him 
(prickly. "John, I have something 
to tell you. It is very important. 
I'm — i'm not Mildred Martin at 

"You are not Mildred Martin?" ex- 
claimed John Sadler, in amazement. 
"Of course you are Mildred Martin, — 
that is, if you are not dead, and you 
have assured me that you are alive." 

'Acs. 1 am .Mildred, but not Mar- 
tin. You see, John, 1 was married, 
two yea r s ago, to Arthur Jordan, — so 
— I'm Mrs. Jordan — now." 

The birds were still singing blith- 
ely all around the oak tree, but John 
'Sadler did not hear them. The gor- 
geous afternoon sun was still shining 
brightly through the tall pine trees, 
but John did not see it. Gently he 
released the small hand he was hold- 
ing. "Mildred,." said he, "let me 
congratulate you!" Then, with a 
smile, he continued, "I shall miss my 
train this time — I must see Arthur, 
and congratulate him also." 

A peculiar expression passed over 


Mildred's features. "John/' re- a mighty good fellow! -When, do 

marked she. "you can't see Arthur von expect him back?" 

—he has gone away." ' "No, John, you don't understand. 

"He has -one away?" exclaimed Arthur has gone away for good. 

John Sadler. "Well, that's too had. lie died two years ago!" 
1 should like to see him.. Arthur is 



By J. II. Bowman 

(New Ipswich) 

The Captain's battles all were done; 
His fights in Flanders far away; 
His victories "gainst "the savage" won 
By Massachusetts Bay. 

The Captain looked into the face 
Of his last foe; no trace of fear 
Tn his; and then, in briefest space. 
Disposed of earthly gear. 

Near graves of those who cheered his life. 
With tender love, his grave should be 
In Duxbury fields; for child and wife. 
He made his fond decree. 

Moreover, to his eldest son. 
He gave his lands, the schedule ran, 
"At Ormstick, Borsonge, Wrightington 
And in the Isle of Man." 

The lands to which he might have claim 
By virtue of his true descent, 
In share of wealth that with the name 
"Standish of Standish" went. 

Stout Captain of the pioneers, 
Like his their memorv mav last 
Who. with a Faith in coming years 
Claim treasure, in the Past. 


D\ Ella Shannon Bowles, 

On the floors of the inn known 
as Pecketts-on--Sugar-Hi.ll in New 
Hampshire lie the rag rugs of various 
kinds and designs representing the 
collection made by Robert P. Peckett. 
While roaming around the country- 
side and visiting the outlying farm- 
houses and village homes during his 
boyhood, Mr. Peckett became inter- 
ested in the rugs which the women of 
the vicinity had been making for 
generations, and when he remodelled 
an old farmhouse into the present 
hotel with its antique furnishings, he 
began the nucleus of a collection 
which is among the best in the 
"Granite State." 

The hooked-in or as they are 
sometimes called drawn-in and pulled- 
in rugs are the most valuable of the 
collection, for the supply is running 
low and comparative!}" few workers 
make them now. Buyers for antique 
shops, summer guests desiring them 
for country homes, and collectors 
have scorned the country for them, 
and the finding of a well colored. 
Carefully made product of by-gone 
days is now quite a rarity. 

During the long winters, the 
women of Xew England and the 
Provinces passed away many hours 
in designing and executing these 
rugs. The designs most commonly 
seen are divided roughly into three 
kinds, florai. conventional and ani- 
mal. The floral patterns are varied 
and when mellowed by the passing of 
years the colors are exceedingly soft 
and beautiful. One particular rug 
which is considered the gem of the 
collection has a depth of coloring, a 
unity of design, and a fineness of tex- 
ture rivaling that of an Oriental pro- 
duct, and inspires the feeling that the 
woman who made it in the days of 

long ago was a true artist. Three 
particularly popular patterns among 
tiie conventional patterns are the 
diamond, the shell, and the small 
circle described by the wife of a noted 
French artist as being especially 
Puritanical in effect. The animal 
patterns are very unique and all 
kinds varying from horses to par- 
rots are seen. One rug, belonging to 
Mr. Peckett. shows a frisky puppy 
advancing toward a bowl which one 
imagines contains his supper. 

In making a rug the worker care- 
fully sewed a piece of burlap into 
frames made for the purpose, drew 
on the selected design with ink or 
dye, and pulled the bits of colored 
cloth through the burlap with a hook- 
resembling a crochet-needle. The 
work was hard and tedious, as the 
position at the frames was tiring, the 
motion of pulling the cloth tbrough 
laborious, and the amount of work 
accomplished in a day, small. 

The braided rugs in the collection 
are artistic and well-made, but with 
the exception of a few remarkably 
old ones are not nearly as rare as the 
hooked-in variety. Xew England 
women have made these braided rugs 
since early Puritan days, and in vari- 
ous parts of the country they are 
.-till produced in considerable quan- 
tities. The shapes most commonly 
seen are the round, the oval, the rec- 
tangular and the clover-leaf, and Mr. 
Peckett has splendid examples of 
them all. The real old-time braided 
rugs were made in stripes "three and 
dire/' as the workers called them, and 
these were followed by the shaded 

Collecting Xew England rugs is a 
fascinating pursuit. It takes one to 
quaint out-of-the-way spots among 



the hills and valleys, and oftentimes the hobby of a man who hv various 

amusing as well as pathetic incidents devices is trying to keep alive an in- 

are revealed. The collection belong- terest in an American handicraft of 

ing to Mr. Peckett represents many the days of long ago. 
fascinating experiences and reveals 


By Ruth Ward Temple. 

You may roam the wide world over. 

You may seek a distant strand, 
And see wondrous things of beauty 

That are shown at every hand. 
But no matter where you wander, 

Or how wonderful it seems, 
Your thoughts just leave it all and fly 

To where the home light gleams. 

You may tire of the country. 

To the city take your flight. 
And mingle with the happy throng 

Where lights are grand and bright ; 
But oft times when you grow weary 

Of style and brilliant scenes, 
Your heart just yearns and longs to be 

Where the home light gleams ! 

When the shades of night draw closer, 

And each busy day is through, 
What a joy to know that loved ones 

Are fondly waiting you! 
And you thank God for your blessings, 

Much more than wealth it means 
To turn your steps and find your own, 

Where the home light gleams ! 

And if our happy fireside 

With one, homeless, we can share, 
Who knows but it saves that mortal 

From hunger and despair? 
It often proves the life line, 

Helps come true, one's fondest dreams 
Of a smile that ever greets you. 

Where the home light gleams. 



In its August issue the Granite 
Monthly printed contributions, in 
competition for the Brookes More 
prize of $50, from poets resident in 

37 states. Since its publication oth- 
ers have been received from some of 
the states of the Union not there 
represented and from British Colum- 
bia. We are confident that before 
the close of the year every one of the 
Uniied States will have made an entry 
in this contest. The quality of the 
verse which comes to us in this com- 
petition is quite as remarkable as its 
quantity and is the subject of com- 
ment from many of our readers as 
well as by the press. 

We are limiting our selections of 
poems to be printed this month to 
those submitted by New Hampshire 
writers and believe that they will he 
found to be a credit to the literary 

ability of the Granite State. None 
of them is by a professional writer, 
the interesting collection of authors 
including, instead, bankers, business 
men. housewives, school teachers. 
newspaper workers, fanners, clergy- 
men, commercial travelers, govern- 
ment officials, students, etc. 

Interest in the contest has spread 
so widely and Xew Hampshire poems 
will be so largely outnumbered in 
the collection upon which the judges, 
Professor Bates, Mr. Braithwaite and 
Governor Bartlett, finally will pass, 
that it will be something of a surprise 
if the prize comes to the home state 
of the Granite Monthly; but in this 
issue and in some previous ones of 
the magazine we have printed verse 
by Xew Hampshire writers worthy 
of consideration in any company. 


By Alice D. O. Greenwood 

A beautiful dawn so soft and tender, 
A golden haze in the Autumn air. 

O'er all the hills in his mistv splendor 
The sun has smiled and the world 


A tiny barque with white sails flowing 

Put out on the blue from a sunlit bay, 

And we from the shore watch it dimmer growing, 
Until in the distance it fades away. 

The air grows chill, the sun is hidden. 

The wind from tbe sea hath an ominous tone, 

Tho bravely the barque the waves hath ridden, 
At eve a wreck drifts in alone. 

And thus tho we walk thru life together. 

Your path tbe same that my feet hath known. 

It is Fate's decree "All ties must sev