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“Oh, I was once an apple tree,
And I grew and grew as the Lord made me,
But the professors down at M. A. C.
know better how things ought to be.
So they cut off my limbs and branches too,
And scraped my bark, and I tell you
I looked as much like an apple tree
As a monkey looks like a bumble bee.
I’m ashamed to stand where folks can see
What the professors did from the M. A. C.
What’s good for trees ought to be good for man,
And I’d like to try the professor’s plan.
I’d like to take Professor Shears
And trim him up in spite of his tears;
I’d cut off his ears, and shorten his nose,
I’d shave his head and trim his toes,
And I’d set him up for the boys to see
Just how a professor ought to be.”

Ellen Stabler, who never “forgets her piece”, had
a selection from “The Calendar of Friendship”. Happy
is the house that shelters a friend; it might well
be built like a festal bower, or an arch, to entertain
him a single day. Happier if he know the solemnity
of that relation and honor its law. All the world
could not buy you a friend, nor pay you for the loss
of one.” The next article by Mary E. Gilpin
was some very interesting facts about Harriet Martinson,
the first English writer to discover and admire the American
Girl, consequently it was most fitting that
Wellesley College should have possessed such a
fine statue of the versatile and delightful lady
of the old school. Once a year the Wellesley girls
had a frolic while they “scrubbed Harriet” as they
termed it, making the statue clean from cap to toe.
It is to be hope some wealthy friend of
Wellesley will present a duplicate as Harriet,
together with Elaine and Niobe were all consumed
in the recent disastrous fire.

Elma Chandlee brought a bright sketch of
Josiah Wedgewood, the 13th child of poor parents,
who trough lame and dreadfully pock-marked, won
the love of a charming girl and eventually achieved
fame and fortune from his important discoveries in
the making of pottery which he raised to a fine art,