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MARCH, 1907 

VOL. XXVI., No. 7 

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Volume XXVI., No. 

MARCH, 1907. 

Issued Monthly 


JACK Doyle thought it was a hot day. The 
perspiration poured off him in steady 
streams, the heat was oppressive, he 
could not breathe, and he sat there, a martyr to 
circumstances, ardently wishing for the good 
old winter-time, when suddenly a bright idea 
struck him. Now this was not remarkable, 
for Jack was noted for his bright ideas, but this 
one seemed to promise so much pleasure that 
he jumped around, giving a poor imitation of 
an Indian war-dance. When he remembered 
that the day was hot and so the war-dance 
ceased. On account of his brilliant inspiration, 
none other than that of going in swimming, he 
found himself, a little later, at the X street 

Just as he was walking across the sand to 
enter the water, he heard his name called out, 
and turning around, he saw one of his old Latin 
School friends. " Hello, Bill," said he, 
stretching out his hands, " put it there, old 
man. How are you, any way ? Are you 
working ? " Having received a scornful answer 
to his last question, intimating that he should 
know better than to ask foolish questions, 
he sat down in the sun with his friend, and 
they talked about school, politics, the weather, 
and base-ball. Finally a dip in the water was 
suggested. " This is only the second time 
I've been in swimming this season " said Jack. 
«• Well, let's swim out to the island." The 
island, so-called, was a ledge or sand-bar, on 
which, at low tide, one could stand and keep 
his head above water, but the ledge was at all 

times under water. After much swimming 
around, neither of the two friends had found 
the island. " Get it yet, Bill ? " asked Jack. 
" No, I just touched it, but I lost again." 
Jack did not feel right. He had often swum 
five times as far as he had just gone, but to-day, 
somehow, he felt " all in." Another fellow, 
who was also looking for the island, noticed it, 
and, after Bill had found the ledge, and the 
three were resting on it, the stranger asked Jack 
how he felt. "I don't know," said Jack. 
" I don't feel tired but I have a queer feeling 
in my limbs; I can't explain it." " You had 
better take a good long rest here," said the 
stranger. But the tide was rapidly rising, 
and the longer they waited the greater would 
be the swim back to shore. So they started, 
Bill and the stranger going in at a rapid rate, 
but Jack slowly saving his strength. 

When Bill and the stranger reached the 
shore, Jack had not gone half the distance. 
And what was the matter with his arm ? He 
could not move it ! It was numb ! Cramped ! 
He never had had a cramp before, but this 
must be a cramp. The other two fellows 
were on the shore, the life savers' boat was at 
the other end of the enclosure. Well, he 
must keep cool, that was the first, the most 
important thing. He turned over and tried to 
swim on his back. How slowly he was going ! 
Turning on his breast again, he saw the shore 
was still a good distance away. He was weak 
and exhausted. It would be strange if he 
should drown there, with so manv people 

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about. But he must not think of that. No. 
And he would not call the life-savers' boat. 
No. He would get in, he could get in. How 
tired his limbs were ! What little force there 
was in his arm! How slowly his breath 
was coming ! He did not seem to be moving 
at all. Then he noticed the stranger was 
watching him. That gave him courage. But 
the stranger was a long distance away, and his 
breath was coming slowly now. He was very 
near the shore. Five strokes more and he 
would be able to stand up. But his legs were 
so tired. He could hardly move them. " Can 
you make it ? asked the stranger at his side. 
"I — guess — so. " He would make it. He 

hated a scene. He . But the stranger, 

seeing him about to sink, grasped him and 
held his head above water. Jack knew he must 
keep cool. Making one last effort, he threw 
himself out of the water, waved his hand at the 
boat and called, " Help." Then he sank back. 
He tried to remember what a drowning person 
should do. He tried to tread water, he must 
not take hold of his rescuer, and then every- 
thing was black and the bow of the boat shot 
out of the darkness. He clung to it; it floated 
toward the shore; he felt the ground under his 
feet. He tottered in to the shore. How 
dizzy he was ! He wanted to fall down on 
the sand and sleep, but first he shook hands 
with his preserver. They exchanged names 
and Jack said, " I hope, Jim Scanlon, to be able 
to do as much for you some day." 




Ten years later. Jack had taken a course in en- 
gineering, had graduated, had performed several 
brilliant, but rather unimportant feats of engi- 
neering, and, at last, his chance had come. 

Peru, after the opening of the Panama canal, 
became very progressive. The valuable mines 
in the interior were worked, and the timber and 
medicinal plants were prepared for exportation. 
The government, replying to the demands of 

the people, began to build railroads to transport 
these products to the Pacific. The Andes 
were a cause of much trouble, and tunnels, 
up-grades, suspension bridges, and manv other 
devices were resorted to. Finally, the progress 
of the principal railroad, which was to have its 
terminal at Callao, the best seaport of the 
country, was stopped. It was necessary to 
throw a bridge from the top of one sharp peak 
to the top of another, about four hundred yards 
away. After two Frenchmen, several Germans, 
an Englishman, and an American had attempted 
to do it, but, on account of the nature of the 
spot, had failed, the world thought it im- 

Not so Jack Doyle. He knew the place, 
having been in the vicinity several years before. 
He felt that he could build the bridge. He 
interested some American capitalists, obtained 
the contract and went to Peru, taking with him, 
as his right-hand man, Jim Scanlon. The 
friendship which was formed on the sand of the 
X street bath-house had developed into a great 
love, the love of man for man. 

Jack had conquered. He had won out 
where others had failed, he had built the 
bridge. He was the greatest engineer of his 
day, and the world was ringing with the praises 
of his name. And now, with dear old Jim at 
his side, he was going home to his friends. 

During these meditations, Jim and he were 
riding, with several servants, along a rough moun- 
tain pass, where a mis-step meant a fall of two 
hundred feet to the rocks below. Suddenly 
Jim's mule shied, and Jack saw his friend 
thrown to the ground. The impetus carried 
him to the edge of the precipice. He attempts 
to cling to the foliage growing in the path, but 
the force of the fall carries him over the side, 
and grasping madly at the side of the mountain 
he slips down faster and faster towards the 
ragged rocks. But see ! Sixty feet below is a 
shelf-like projection. If, by grasping at the 
mountain-side, he can break his fall, and land 

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gently on this projection, he may be saved. 
He strikes it with a crash, rolls off, and then, 
with madness of despair, throws his arm around 
it. He clings there, but, dazed and weakened by 
his fall, he cannot raise himself enough to raise 
his body on to the projection. His strength 
is rapidly giving out. What can be done ? 

Above, Jack Doyle takes in the situation in a 
glance. Hastily sending one of the men to a 
near-by plantation for a rope, he throws off his 
coat and shoes, and deliberately commences to 
climb down to his friend. It seems impossible; 
at any minute he may be dashed to the bottom. 
But Jack performs the impossible, and, at last, 
bends over his friend, and draws him up to 
safety. But is it safety ? The shelf on which 
the two men are standing was formerly part of 
a great mass of stone, but, by some convulsion 
of nature, had been loosened, and now, dis- 
turbed by the unaccustomed weight of the two 
men, begins to tremble, it moves slightly. A 
crack appears between the mountain-side and 
the rock which holds them. It is separating 
itself, and both men will be thrown, a hundred 
feet below, to death. Where is the man sent 
for the rope ? Will he never come ? Calling 
to the men above, Jack learns that he is not yet 
in sight. How long will the stone hold them? 
Not long, it is now trembling violently. Some- 
thing must be done. 

Then a fearful thought strikes Jack. Perhaps 
it will hold one of them. Perhaps their com- 
bined weight is too much, li one left it, would 
the other be saved ? Instantly he makes 
up his mind. It was worth trying. He took 
one last look around him. How happy every- 
thing was ! How sweet was life ! He was so 
young. He must leave his friends, his hard- 
earned honors. Just in the moment of victory 
he must have everything snatched away from 
him. Why should he go? Why not Jim? 
But he remembers that day so long ago when 
Jim saved him. His love for the man bursts out 
stronger than ever ; it overcomes his love for 
life and glory. He grasps Jim by the hand 
and whispers hoarsely, "Jim, we're quits." 
Then he jumps far out into space, and falling, 
strikes the sharp, jagged rocks, which cut and 
gash him. 

His sacrifice was not in vain, for Jim, a few 
minutes later, was drawn up to safety. Down 
in the gully they found Jack's poor, torn body, 
and there, on the site of his heroism, there, 
where his actions proved that his love for man 
was love, they buried him. A humble slab 
marks the spot, on which is inscribed this 
simple legend, " He died thatj another J^man 
might live. " 

T. G. G., '08. . 


IN my boyhood days I lived in a large sea- 
port town, situated on the border of an 
agricultural district. The town was on 
the banks of a river, about tour miles from its 
mouth, and possessed a good dock, where large 
sea-going vessels from all countries found 
anchorage. The surrounding country was ex- 
tremely beautiful, dotted here and there with 
|ts quaint farm-houses, and the river flowed 

peacefully to the sea between its verdant banks. 
Many a long tramp have I taken along those 
country roads, overhung by huge trees, and 
fragrant with the scent from the bushes on either 
side, in the profound stillness of a warm sum- 
mer day, only broken by the humming of insects 
or some indistinct sound from a distant farm- 
house. Often, however, in a leisure hour I 
would wander to the docks and watch the ship- 

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ping. The bustle and activity there had for me 
a fascination which I could not resist. I loved 
to see the large ships loaded or unloaded and 
the cargoes hurried to their destination by wagon 
or train ; to see a vessel come in, drawn by a 
tug boat, or another clearing her decks ready for 
a voyage. 

Thus it was that when my two cousins, Fred 
and Jack, came down from the city to visit me, 
I soon found time to take them to see the docks. 
They were both several years my senior, Fred 
being sixteen, while Jack was fifteen. Natur- 
ally they were as interested in these things as I, 
and therefore one bright summer day we set out 
on a visit to the place of interest. We wan- 
dered around for some time, when we were 
seized with a great desire to go on board one of 
the vessels and see what things looked like there. 
At the time we happened to be near a large 
sailing-ship, with its cargo on board and 
evidently waiting for the tide to come in and 
make the river navigable. Seeing a man stand- 
ing near the gang-plank, Jack hailed him and 
asked if we could visit the ship. At first he did 
not seem to understand him, but finally he made 
a sign for us to come up the plank. We 
accepted the invitation eagerly and were soon on 
board, and as it was the first time that any of 
us had been on a large sailing ship, our curiosity 
was great. 

As soon as I stepped on the deck my attention 
was attracted by the man who had given us the 
invitation. He was a tall, muscular man, with 
bushy eye-brows, and long, tangled hair. His 
clothes were coarse and dirty, and under his 
shirt could be seen the outline of a knife. He 
could speak a kind of broken English, and from 
him we learned that the ship and crew were 
Norwegian and were bound for Norway, 
Our guide took us all over the ship, explaining, 
as far as he understood English, the uses of the 
numerous ropes and sails. As we approached 
the stern, J was amused to see several men 
seated on the deck with bowls in front of them, 

washing some of their clothes, which they after- 
wards hung up to dry on a line from the cabin 
to the mast. 

I do not know how long we had been on the 
vessel, when Fred happened to notice that the 
sun had almost set. Drawing our attention to 
this fact, he started for the gang-plank. What 
was our surprise to find that it had been with- 
drawn. Thinking that we had been forgotten, 
Jack asked our guide to have it let down for us. 
The man only laughed, and told us that we had 
better spend the night on board. Then it was 
that an awful fear 'began to take hold of us. 
The vessel was loaded and the tide would be 
right in a few hours. What if we should be 
kidnapped ? What could save us ? 

The man who had shown us the ship ap- 
proached and bade us follow him. Fearing to 
disobey and knowing that resistance was useless, 
we went. He led us to a small cabin, away 
from the forecastle, containing several bunks.. 
Here he left us with the order to go to bed as 
soon as we could. This we did, bewailing our 
folly for ever getting ourselves into such a dan- 
gerous position ; for if we were not rescued 
before we left the harbor, we might never see 
home again, but live a dog's life for the rest of 
our days on a foreign vessel and in foreign lands. 
On the whole, it was not a very cheerful out- 
look for us to contemplate. 

In about half an hour he returned, bringing 
with him some old ragged clothes, which he 
left with us, taking away our own. Thor- 
oughly tired out with exhaustion after our day's 
travels and with fear, we all fell asleep. When 
I awoke I noticed a gentle motion running 
through the ship, and awoke my cousins. We 
hastily dressed in our new clothes, or, to be 
exact, extremely old ones, and crept noiselessly 
on deck. You can imagine our horror when 
we found the vessel under sail and moving gently 
through the water. It was a dark, cloudy night, 
and we could see no lights or land. Since a 
tug always draws the large vessels down the 

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river, I knew at once that we must be starting 
on our journey across the ocean. This would 
never do. We must escape, and escape at 

Like most ships of its kind, this one had small 
boats hanging at regular intervals along each side 
of the deck. We started from the door of the 
companion-way and moved toward the boat 
farthest from any of the crew. Our plan was 
to lower a boat and slip away, without any one 
knowing it. Before we had proceeded many 
feet, one of the watch heard us. He mumbled 
something to a companion. My heart almost 
stopped beating, but he did not molest us. He 
evidently thought that it was the creaking of the 
sails* Warned by this occurrence, we were 
more careful afterwards. Untying the ropes, 
we started to lower the boat. Alas for our 
hopes ! The pulleys on which the boat hung 
were seldom used, and the moment the ropes 
moved they creaked loud enough to be heard 
all over the deck. Men began to hasten in our 
direction. In desperation, we let the boat into 
the water with a splash and climbed down the 
rope. As soon as this was cut, the boat started 
to drift away, and was quickly lost in the dark- 
ness. We were free, but in our haste we had 
neglected to take with us either oars or food. 

At firsL we did not notice this omission, so 
great was our joy at escape; thus we drifted 
about all night, not knowing where we were or 
in what direction home lay. We could see 
lights approaching us over the waier, only to 
swerve and pass by us very far off. Indeed, 
even if ships had come near us, we could not have 
been seen, and would only have been in danger 
of being run down in the dark. So tne night 
passed, and day dawned, with fog and no sun. 
As the hours went by, the fog thickened instead 
of disappearing, making it impossible to see 
more than a hundred feet in any direction. It 
was now that our lack of food bothered us, for 
we were beginning to get extremely hungry. 
The oars were not missed, because if we had 

possessed any, we did not know where to row, 
and the chances are that we should have rowed 
away from home. As there was not much 
chance of being picked up in such a fog, we 
decided to make the best of a bad bargain and 
tried to keep our minds off our hunger. To 
accomplish this we swapped yarns, each in his 
turn telling some story which he thought would 
interest the others. This was but a poor sub- 
stitute for a good dinner, but it was all we 
had. There was no use in grumbling, which has 
never accomplished anything yet. 

Some time in the afternoon, there was no way 
of telling the exact hour, the storm, which had 
been threatening all the morning, broke. That 
was the worst storm I have ever seen, and I 
hope never to encounter another like it; at least 
not when I am in an open row-boat on a large 
expanse of water. The lightning was most 
vivid. It seemed to be striking in three or four 
directions at the same time, and traveled from 
cloud to cloud, looking like a huge display of 
fire-works. The storm, being directly over our 
heads, made the very ocean tremble with its 
thunder. It was only with great difficulty that 
the boat was kept afloat, and we were kept busy 
bailing out the water with our caps. One 
moment we would be balancing on the summit 
of a huge wave, and the next would find us in 
the trough, with walls of water towering all 
around us. At first, as each successive wave 
struck us, we would think that we were lost; 
but after a while we came to have faith in our 
gallant little boat and understood that with con- 
stant bailing we could manage to keep her afloat. 

Towards evening, our hunger knew no 
bounds. We had eaten nothing for over a day, 
and the constant exercise of bailing had by no 
means lessened our appetite. To add to our 
troubles, the storm was still raging, and the 
bailing must still continue. Therefore, with 
the falling of darkness, there came no rest, but 
only hunger, toil, and drenched clothes. How 
we passed that night I know not. We were 

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living in a kind of nightmare, and kept the water 
out of the boat only for the sake of keeping 
warm. If it had not been for this, I think that 
we would have let it swamp in a few hours. 
We were too uncomfortable to care much about 
getting home. 

With the dawn came better weather, and 
before long the sun was shining in a clear sky. 
What a change from a few hours before! All 
that remained of the storm were a few fragments 
of clouds just hurrying over the horizon. At 
the sight of clear weather our hopes rose. We 
were sure to be picked up soon. In this we 
were not disappointed. A passing fishing ves- 
sel noticed us and sent a boat to our aid. As 
soon as we arrived on board, we learned that 
we were about twenty miles from land, and 
that the vessel on which we were was bound 
for my home. We were rejoiced to hear this, 

but the food placed before us interested us more 
for the moment. When we arrived home I 
found my parents almost frantic with anxiety 
over our long absence from home, but as soon 
as they heard the tale of our journey they were 
overjoyed to think that we had returned safe 
and sound. 

It is many long years since I saw the town 
of my birth. I have seen many strange lands 
and beautiful scenery, but my native town al- 
ways has most charm for me. I often sit and 
dream of the pranks I engaged in, the experi- 
ences I passed through, and the friends I knew, 
and a sweet sadness fills my soul. Still youth is 
behind, and as I sit in the twilight shadows, 
the past softly fades from my mind and mingles 
with the living present, filled with its own gol- 
den opportunities and joys. 

E. C. P., '08. 


THE candidates for the basket-ball team 
were gathered in the Gymnasium talk- 
ing over the outlook of the team in 
the games with Jordan Institute. Among them 
was a small, but stocky fellow, with very black 
hair and brown eyes. He was, evidently, a 
new scholar at Foster Academy, for that was 
the name of the school. 

In answer to the captain's question, " What 
is your name, young fellow?" he answered, 
"Francis Goode, sir," as though he were 

"Have you ever played basket-ball before," 
asked the captain. 

" No, sir, not on any regular team. ' 

The captain of the team walked away to a 
group of iarger boys in the corner, muttering 
something ?bout a kid ought to be at home with 
his mamma. Frank heard this and vowed that 
he would play on the team, or kill himself in 
the attempt. 

A week passed and a large number of the 
candidates had given up hope of making the 
team, but Frank was in the Gymnasium every 
afternoon at 3 o'clock, to practice with the 
other candidates. He received no encour- 
agement whatever, but noticed that Hunt, the 
captain, watched, him frequently. His hope 
of making the first team was nearly gone but 
still he kept on playing his hardest. 

After practising two weeks he was told that 
he would play on the second team, next day, 
in a game with the first. He was disappointed 
but played his best, as usual, and was en- 
couraged when the captain said to him, " Keep 
up the good work, kid, and next year you'll 
make the first team." 

It was now Tuesday and the great game 
with Jordan was to be played on Saturday. 
Nothing else was talked of for the next few 
days, and at last Saturday arrived. 

There was a big crowd in the Gymnasium 

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and both balconies were filled. One seemed 
to be a mass of red and white ribbon, (the 
colors of Foster Academy) and the other of 
red and blue, the colors of Jordan. A great 
shout went up, as the door opened and a dozen 
muscular-looking boys came in, dressed in black 
Jerseys and pants with red stockings. Six of 
them went out on to the floor, and the rest went 
over to the bench and watched the practice. 

The Jordan team came in, and after a short 
practice, the captains met and Jordan won the 
toss-up. They chose the goal at the south of 
the Gymnasium and then the two teams lined 

Jordan made three baskets in the first half 
and Foster made but one, but in the first part 
of the half Foster tied the score, and put herself 
one point in the lead bv a basket from a free 
throw. Both teams were now playing as it 
their lives depended upon winning the game. 
A fellow on the Foster team was hurt but was 
quickly replaced and the game went on as 
hotly as ever. 

Goode sat with the substitutes, on a hard 
board bench under the balcony and watched 
without taking his eyes off" the game for a 

Finally, after the game had raged all over the 
floor for five minutes, and no one had shot a 
basket, a fellow was seen to drop on the floor 
like a log, and then the referee's whistle blew. 
It was Pearson, the Foster left forward. The 
captain looked toward the bench and surveyed 
it a moment. Then, in a sharp voice, he 
called, " Goode," and walked over to meet 
him as he pulled off his sweater and ran out 
on to the floor. There was but one minute left 
and the score was now tied. Grant, of Foster, 
got the ball, passed it to Goode, who was 
standing under Jordan's basket and shot the 
basket with ease. At that minute, the whistle 
blew and made Goode the hero of the day. 
He was no longer a kid, but was treated like 
a king. 

R. E. H., '10. 





On Friday, March 8, a debate was held in 
Room 23 on the question: Resolved: that 
Oliver Cromwell was ambitious for the Crown 
of England. The class voted that the affirm- 
ative won on the merits of the debate, and the 
negative on the merits of the question. 

This is a most welcome report. There have 
been several attempts to organize a debating 
society in the Latin School, but the one of 
1900 was the last. We wish that time per- 
mitted such an organization and we- think 
that perhaps the number of Public Declamations 
might be raised to the old number, seven, and 
the extra two be devoted to debating. We 
hope that in some future year the masters may 
see fit to try this idea. 

The Register is unfortunate in losing E. C. 
Pickett of Class II. from its staff. 

This was heard in the first class: " Oliver 
Twist is as interesting to a boy as a girl." 

This seems very cold blooded from a class 
that chooses a heart for a class-pin. 

The country is safe while anv members of 
Room 1 3 live. When asked what were the 
three primary colors, the prompt response 
was: " Red, white, and blue." 

There was no appreciable difference in the 
size of the school the day after St. Valentine's, 
but next year is leap year, so beware, 1908! 


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MARCH, 1907 

THE declamation of March 15 was one 
of the best we have ever heard. The 
selections were much better than usual 
and the style of delivery was easily the best 
displayed this year. The school will expect a 
very fine exhibition at Prize Declamation. It 
is not, as yet, a foregone conclusion who will 
win the prizes, as it has been in some other 
years, and this will serve to make the com- 
petition keener and more interesting. 

It was somewhat of a reflection on the Latin 
School that when a declamation in Latin was 
offered, there was a very audible titter. The 
younger portion of the school, for that portion 
is the guilty one, needs to be reminded " not 
to advertise ignorance by laughing, " to use an 
expression of one of our masters ; if they keep 
very still, perhaps no one wiil find out how 
little they know. Upper classes also may well 
think of this. 

The students of the Mechanic Arts High 
School have organized a school paper, The 
Artisan. The first number is a signal success, 
and places the paper with the best class of 
school magazines. 

We notice that many of our exchanges give 
a great deal of their space to poetry. Much 
of this poetry is excellent. Lest any one 
should think that the Register has a prejudice 
against poetry, we now declare that the reason 
we have published no poetry is because we have 
received none. What is the matter with the 
Latin School ? Do not the studies here all 
tend to cultivate poetic impulses ? Why, then, 
are we confined to prose, while our neighbor, 
the English High School, and our sister school, 
the Girls' Latin, simply revel in the delights of 
lyric verse? Judging from the English marks, 
a few of us find it hard to write even good 
prose ; let such bovs see if their success with 
the Muse of Poetry will be better. If the 
school will hand its thoughts, thus " married to 
immortal verse" to the Register, the poetic 
reputation of the school may be saved. 

We learned, a short time ago, that, in 
remembrance of the first victory of the American 
Revolution, a bloodless one, won by Latin 
School boys, it was proposed to let the Latin 
School boys coast down School Street for one 
hour on a certain day. Every one knows the 

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romantic tale of how the British soldiers de- 
stroyed the coast which ran from Beacon Street, 
down School Street, then Latin School Street, 
to Washington Street. A committee of the 
First Class waited on General Haldiman (not 
General Gage) and protested. It was in 
honor of this episode that the picturesque 
holiday was proposed. The idea was never 
carried into practice, but it was certainly a 
picturesque one. Imagine the golden wheels 
of business blocked, while we gayly slide down 
Beacon Street and across the two main thorough- 
fares of this great city. We might have races 
on double runners. Snow-balls would be sure 
to be flying. The delightful prospects of such 
a holiday are beyond description. Perhaps 
some day the school wil) be more iortunate and 
the holiday will actually be declared. Then 
will the populace assemble and envy us. 

It is too bad that March 17 was Sunday, 
this year. We might have heard, on coming 
into school, that time-honored and welcome 
phrase : " deponite libros. 

Charles W. English, B. L. S., '97, recently 
visited the school. He is engaged in a very 
interesting work for poor and unfortunate boys, 
"The Conway Boys' Farms." Conway is 
located among the beautiful Berkshires, and the 
farms, consisting of about two hundred acres, 
are admirably adapted for the work. 

The plans are unique, and although they are 
of comparatively recent origin, many prominent 
business men and philanthropists have become 
deeply interested in them. The normal home, 
and especially the farm home, is recognized as 
the best place in which to develop the character 
of a boy, and the necessity for the personal 
touch on the individual boy is considered essen- 
tial to best results. In brief, the plan is intended 

to associate young people of the cities who are 
interested in work for boys, and who are long- 
ing for independent country homes ; and to 
enable them by means of reciprocity to become 
established in their chosen branch of rural life, 
and at the same time to care for one or two or 
more boys. These boys are not of the deficient 
or delinquent class, but are simply the unfor- 
tunate but worthy poor. They are given the 
best practical education and training possible. 

In connection with the permanent features of 
the work there has been for six years a summer 
camp. It is expected that about two hundred 
and fifty boys will each have two weeks in 
camp during the coming summer. The ex- 
penses of the camp have to be met largely by 
public philanthropy. Clothing for boys is 
always in demand and very acceptable. 

Mr. English would be pleased to correspond 
with any of his B. L. S. friends, or with others 
who are interested in work for boys. Address 
him at Conwav, Mass. 

C. W. E., '97. 

Curtis Lublin, 1900, Columbia University, 
A.B. 1904, A.M. 1905, is continuing his 
work in English at Columbia. He is one of 
editors of the Graduate English Record, a 
quarterly of very high character. In the last 
number Mr. Lublin has a long and very able 
article on Sentimentalism in Shakespeare. Lublin 
did fine work in English when he was here, 
and was editor of The Register. 

Lawrence Brigand, an old Latin School boy, 
has been appointed superintendent of the new 
postal station in the North End. 

A. Ehrenfried, M. D., Latin School, '98, 
is Chairman of the Membership Committee of 
the Old South Historical Society. 

Sheehan, '06, has been elected captain of the 
Harvard basket-ball team. 

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George Washington, the Statesman 


MILITARY command was but one part 
of Washington's career. Almost all 
the duties of government rested on 
him under the inefficient administration of the 
old Congress. A merely military education 
would have furnished no adequate preparation 
for the duties which he performed. 

It was a very fortunate circumstance that 
from the year 1759 to l ^ e Revolution, he passed 
fifteen years as a member of the House of 
Burgesses in Virginia, where he acquired a 
valuable knowledge of civil affairs, and of 
politics. While his public duties, civil and 
military, prepared him in this way for the 
position he filled in war and in peace, the 
fifteen years that he passed in the personal man- 
agement of his own estate furnished an ample 
scope for the development of the economical 
side of his character, and gave a thoroughness 
to Washington's administrative habits which 
cannot be equaled elsewhere. 

After the war, the country was plunged into 
a state bordering on anarchy. Accordingly, 
the body now known as the Federal Convention 
assembled in Philadelphia on May 2, 1787 ; 
Washington was unanimously elected its Pres- 
ident. Jared Sparks, in his "Life of Wash- 
ington," says, referring both to the Convention, 
and to Washington's views regarding its im- 
portance : " He read the history, and examined 
the principles of every ancient and modern con- 
federacy that he could discover. Although he 
took no active part in the Convention's debates, 
he used his influence in every possible way 
toward the direction of an efficient central gov- 
ernment. " 

After the affairs of the convention were 
settled, according to its provisions, a president 
and a vice-president were to be elected. In 

the crisis which overhung the lately-freed 
colonies, Washington was probably the one 
man for the situation. His presence gave a 
dignity and stability to the government which 
only years of successful administration could 
otherwise have secured. 

Washington's policy was to keep out of 
all foreign complications. His admirable far- 
sightedness showed him the disastrous results 
that the country would suffer should she become 
embroiled in any further conflict in her 
weakened condition, resulting from her struggle 
for independence. He displayed wonderful 
diplomacy in securing from Spain the privilege 
of navigating the Mississippi down to its mouth, 
and in gaining several advantageous commercial 
rights from England. 

In the organization of the new government 
Washington desired to accomplish the well-nigh 
impossible task of uniting all conflicting polit- 
ical interests and ideas. He could easily 
foretell the harmful effects that any political strife 
would have upon the newly-born nation. 
Therefore, his dominate purpose was to enlist 
the democratic notions of Jefferson as well as 
the federal sympathies of Hamilton, and their 
followers, into a hearty and vigorous support of 
the government during the important period of 
its organization. 

To this end Hamilton and Jefferson were 
both called into the cabinet. Washington 
succeeded in keeping them from unseemly 
hostilities, but their fundamental ideas were so 
opposed to each other that complete political 
harmony was impossible. 

It was now agreed that the incessant wran- 
gling of these two men greatly saddened the 
President's last years, and his private letters 
show that he felt it keenly, that the people, 

Latin School Register 13 

whom he had liberated, should so far forget the 
benefits, that they had derived through his 
efforts, as to criticise openly his actions. For 
Washington was never actuated by any other 
purpose than that of furthering his country's in- 
terests. Had he not possessed this admirable 
trait he could easily have founded a Washing- 
tonian dynasty, and ruled America as a king, 
for the soldiers, at the end of the war, expressed 
their willingness, and even signified a desire 
that he should do this, but Washington was a 
man of nobler mould, and cast away ambition 
without a regret. 

Another troublesome matter, in regard to 
which the parties were sharply separated, wa s 
caused by the attitude of France towards this 
country during the French Revolution, when 
Citizen Genet, theJFrench Minister, ventured to 
presume upon the former relations of the two 
governments as a justification for unwarrantable 
actions. By Washington's display of states, 
manship renewed hostilities with Great Britain 

were, for a time at least, avoided. Even after 
his retirement, Washington, in several instances, 
aided his successor, John Adams, through his 
sage advice. 

He was one of the earliest to detect the 
fundamental defects of the government during 
the war. When the defects were universally 
realized all the people, as well as the repre- 
sentatives of the several states, instinctively 
turm.'d to Washington for guidance. Their 
reliance was not misplaced, for the Constitution 
as it now stands, could hardly have been de- 
veloped but foi the keen, far-sighted wisdom 
and unerring judgment of George Washington. 
Even after this hasty review is it not clear, 
that Washington, the soldier of genius, was also 
a consummate statesman ? Whatever political 
ability others have shown since in guiding 
our nation on the troubled sea of representative 
government, he it was to whose wise states- 
manship we owe the possibilities of that success 
that has come to so glorious a realization. 



THE last Register published no news of 
basket-ball, because, at the time of the 
issue no definite statement could be 
had concerning the standing of the teams. 
Now that the confused tangle has been definitely 
seettled, the Register hopes to atone for last 
month's omission by a full account. 

February 1 2 we played the English High 
School. Both teams played a remarkable and 
well-matched game, but the Latin School was 
superior in shooting. There was a very large 
crowd gathered to witness the game and the 
enthusiasm ran a little beyond the bounds of good 
order. These two decisive defeats of our 
neighbor have added considerably to the gayety 
of nations, especially after last Thanksgiving. 
The score was 34—24. 

February 14 the Latin School lost to Rox- 
bury High. The team c eemed to be in very 
poor form, the cause of which no one seemed 
to know. Perhaps the fact that they were 
playing in a " coed " school on St. Valentine's 
day frightened them. At any rate, after several 
fluctuations, Roxbury obtained a lead of four 
points and played on the defensive the remainder 
of the half. It was a close game and a hard 
one to lose. The score was 20-16. 

February 19 the team made up for its tem- 
porary eclipse by roundly defeating the West 
Roxbuary High School. The victory was 
most welcome, as it restored the school's lost 
confidence in the team. 

February 21 was the climax of the season. 
After a day of most interesting exercises, an 

14 Latin School Register 

equally interesting basket-ball game attracted 
the largest crowd we have ever seen in the drill 
hall. South Boston High and the Latin 
School, not to mention outsiders, were there 
en masse. 

The game was to decide the championship, 
and the excitement was really intense. Even 
some of the most stolid and reserved members 
of the school felt their hearts beating rather 

faster than usual. And the girls we wish, 

put of curiosity, that some one would explain 
to us why the average school-girl shrieks and 
nearly goes into hysterics every time the ball 
comes into plain sight. Let the school be duly 
(and secretly) grateful that we have to observe 
such phenomena only occasionally and are 
spared the agony of a "coed " school. 

The game itself was wonderful from every 
point of view. The incredible rapidity of the 
players' movements is a thing beyond the com^ 
prehension of the lay mind. It seemed 
marvellous that the boys, who must have been 
nervous to the last degree, could control their 
movements with precision necessary to shoot 
baskets. It was a game to be long remembered 
in the history of the sport in Boston schools. 
The Latin School boys conducted themselves 
with perfect order, but the South Boston boys 
let their excitement and enthusiasm rather run 
away with them, especially when it came to 
adverse fouls. 

To describe the play in detail would be 
monotonous. South Boston won by one point, 
io— 1 8. The lead changed hands several times, 
but the opposition held it at the critical moment. 
An analysis of the playing shows that the Latin 
School was decidedly the more nervous of the 
two, and this was the cause of our defeat. 
Chance upon chance to win by fouls was 
offered, and in the last few minutes of play 
superb pass-work by the Latin School kept the 
ball literally raining on the opponent's basket, 
yet the players were too nervous to " put it in." 
South Boston played the finest defensive game 

we have ever seen (it being decidedly of a 
rougher order than ours) and they showed an 
ability to shoot whenever the chance was offered, 
which was remarkable, considering that they 
were unfamiliar with the baskets. 

The Latin School was naturally disappointed, 
but took defeat much more gracefully than did 
South Boston their victory. 

A great deal of protesting of the eligibility of 
certain players was done by both schools. We 
will not go into the uninteresting details of the 
contest, but will merely state that as a final 
result the championship was awarded to the 
Latin School. This is, we think, the best year 
that basket-ball has ever had in the Latin 
School and the school has certainly shown its 
interest and delight in the success of the team. 
The second team, also, deserves the congratu- 
lations of the school, though its career has been 
somewhat eclipsed by that of the first. 

The teams have been composed of: 

I. Sullivan, Churchward, (Capt.) Finkel, 
Allison, and Fish. 

II. Hill (Capt.), Rouillard, Crane, Shaw, 

It being impossible to persuade some incred- 
ulous mortals that the athletic supremacy of the 
First Class belonged with the mental supremacy, 
the two divisions determined to decide the 
question by a basket-ball game. A very 
amusing and verbose challenge was written, and 
excitement ran high. For two weeks before 
the solemn occasion, the drill hall resounded 
every night with the noise of the rival divisions, 
practising. It was the general impression of 
the school that error would prevail, and even 
the members of Room 18 themselves despond- 
ently thought that their superior mentality was 
going to avail them nothing. Truth asserted 
herself, however, and Room 17 went down in 
inglorious defeat. The long practice before 
hand had worn off the novelty and the two 
rooms played a very fast game. Owing to the 

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experience of the players, the game was not so 
amusing as most amateur attempts are, but the 
struggles of the two gigantic centers, O'Brien 
and O'Hare, were funny in the last degree. 
The later playing of the second teams supplied 
any lack of amusement in that of the first, and 
the spectators were almost convulsed with 
laughter. Room 17 won the second team 

The score : 

Room 18. Room 17/4 

Daly (Capt.), r. f. . L f., Lane, Baldwin. 

Sanderson, 1. f. . r. f., Bloom 

O'Hare, c. ... c, O'Brien 

Wyman, r. b. . . r. b., Duffy, (Capt.) 

Evans, O'Gorman, l.b. 1. b., Baldwin, Lane. 

Baskets : Daly 7, Sanderson 5, O'Hare 4, 
Duffy. Goals from fouls : Daly 3, Duffy 3. 

Referee : Flynn ; Timer : Hill ; Time : 
Two 20 minute halves. Score, 35-5. 





THE Track-Team this year has been a 
credit to the school. All the meets 
have been characterized by good man- 
agement, a thing which cannot be said of 
similar events in former years. Besides the 
good management and very pleasant conduct of 
the team, its success has been signal. Had it 
not been for an unfortunate injury to Captain 
Sweester's knee, the Latin School would easily 
have led the Boston Schools in track athletics. 
Even with such a serious loss, the team was a 
close second, the English High School winning 
first place. 

In the dual meet with High School, Feb- 
ruary 27, we were decidedly defeated by a 
score of 5 1-2 1. The absence ofSweester in 
the short runs and high jump, and Ryder in 
the short-put caused our defeat. High School's 
victory was somewhat of a disappointment to 
our hopes, but it was inevitable. Burns sprang 
a pleasant surprise on every one by winning the 
hurdles, a race which High School confidently 
expected to win. The form in which Burns 
won the 300 reminded one of the fabled races 
of the ancients during their funeral games, and 
Burns on this occasion certainly won the right 
to Achilles' favorite epithet, " swift of foot. " 

Saturday, March 9, the Boston Inter- 
scholastic Athletic Association held their third 
annual indoor meet. The occasion was very 

pleasant, and the event ran off smoothly. For 
a while it looked as though the Latin School 
team was going to w in in spite of their crippled 
condition, but High School finally drew ahead. 
Burns' running, as usual, was excellent. Many 
of the spectators commented on the good work 
of Stanton in the mile and the thousand. The 
form of the high-jumpers was outre in the 
extreme. Their contortions in going over the 
bar were at once indescribable and amusing, 
but when the jumper landed on the other side 
the laughter of the onlookers was quickly 
changed to fear of injury to the contestant, the 
boys landing on almost any part of their 
persons, including their heads, and excepting 
their feet. The events were, as a rule, hotly 
contested, but no very remarkable tunning 

An event, rejoicing in the title, as an- 
nounced by the program, of the 1,000 mile 
run, was won by Sawyer of High School in 2 
minutes and 57 seconds. 

The woncer of the feat overcomes our 
dignity and we cannot but exclaim that to run 
1,000 miles in less than three minutes is 
"going some." Stanton won third place in 
this remarkable event, and we assure him that 
the Latin School is proud of having a man who 
has thus put to flight the wildest tales of speed 
that imagination ever conceived. 

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