Leipzig. She has been studying Political Economy and Sociology.

'83.

Dr. Baldwin is practising medicine in Rochester, N. Y.

'85.

Miss M. R. Loomis has spent the summer traveling in Europe. She is now in Paris for a few months' stay, and will return in December.

'87.

Miss G. M. Cleveland has been spending the summer in Alaska.

Miss Laura C. Sheldon has gone to Cornell University to study Political Economy and History.

Dr. L. R. Smith has gone to Turkey for a year. She intends to practice there.

'88.

Mrs. Louise Fagan-Pierce has gone to Kenyon College. She expects to teach Latin.

Dr. Emily Lewi has received the appointment of Instructor in Medicine and Physical Diagnosis at the Woman's Medical College in New York.

Miss Underhill has been appointed assistant librarian at Vassar. This is the first appointment of the kind made here.

'89.

Miss Mary Baker has gone to Saint Louis to teach in The Mary Institute.

Married, August 3, at Grand Haven, Michigan, Miss Maud Boyden to Mr. Robert Graham Macfie.

Dr. Cornish is resident physician of the Babies' Hospital in New York City, in place of Dr. Lewi ('87) resigned.

'90.

Born, to Mrs. Fannie Clark Belden, July 16, 1892, a daughter, Katherine C. Belden.

Married, September 15, at Mt. Vernon, N. Y., Miss Lulu Curtis to Mr. Irving Townsend, M.D., of New York.

'91.

Married, August 24, at Evanston, Ill., Miss Florence Halliday to Mr. Emery H. Rogers.

Miss Hester Oakley has been traveling in the West, where she visited Miss K. H. Pringle, '91; Miss Florence Halliday Rogers, 91 and Miss Alice Robbins, 92.

Miss Washburne is studying at Cornell.

Miss Amy Reed is teaching in Miss Whiton's and Miss Bang's "Academic Classes for Girls" in New York.

'92.

Miss A. L. Perkins is teaching at Mrs. Sylvanus Reed's School in New York.

Miss Clara L. Barber is teaching at Penn Yan.

Miss Brush is teaching at Mrs. Mead's School in Norwalk, Conn.

Miss Eva J. Daniels is studying at the Chicago University.

Miss K. B. Davis is teaching at the Brooklyn Heights Seminary. Miss Cornelia Golay is teaching at Miss Mittleberger's School in Cleveland.

Miss Penelope Flett is studying medicine at Ann Arbor.

Miss James is teaching at Glade Spring, Va.

Miss Manning is teaching at Kingston, N. Y.

Miss Lucia Wood is teaching in Englewood, N. J., at the Dwight School.

Miss Estelle Putman will remain in Europe for the next year.

Miss Platt and Miss Cramer are to assist in the Art Department this year.

Miss E. B. Hartridge is founder and principal of a Girls' Preparatory School in Savannah, Ga.

Miss Titus is first assistant in the High School at Everett, Mass.

The following alumnæ and former students have visited the College since it re-opened: Mrs. Blanche Wilder Bellamy, '73;

Mrs. Tillinghast, 78; Miss Pierson, '78; Mrs. Folger, '79; Miss Carbutt, '90; Miss Grace Saunders, '90; Miss Iddings, '89; Miss Perkins, '92; Miss Morton, '92; Miss Tunnicliff, '92; Miss Wilcox, A. S.; Miss Davis, F. S. and Mrs Benton H. Williams, F. S.

POINTS OF VIEW.

In speaking of the standard of a college one is generally understood to mean the standard the faculty puts before the students, in other words, the curriculum. Instead of speaking of that it is my purpose to speak of the standard which the average student sets before herself, in general, the college ideal.

Every girl in coming to college has some aim or ideal before her. Whether this is to amount to anything depends upon her own force of character and influences surrounding. The influence which will have the greatest effect upon her will be the mental atmosphere of the place. Her ideal will be tempered more or less by the ideals of the people around her. When these are high, the intellectual tone of the college will be good and will elevate all who come in contact with it.

There is every reason to think that the students of Vassar College have much moral integrity. What they see to be their duty most of them try to do. For instance, as a rule they try to get their lessons" faithfully. Here is where the mistake comes in. The ideal fails. The standard is not high enough, though the sense of honor is keen enough to hold them to it. As long as girls persist in looking at college work as "lessons" so long will it fail to be true college work. Conscientiousness is the main thing in life, but unless judiciously used produces narrowness. "The trivial round, the common task" ought to be performed by each person without the slightest wavering, if it falls to his lot. However, in connection with college work such phrases need never be mentioned. There ought to be no "round," no "task" about it, but an upward ascent, an ever larger work.

Here the students of Vassar College in great measure fail. The idea of "getting lessons" is too prevalent. The life is more studious than intellectual. Why is it that, as a general thing there is no after discussion of subjects brought up in the class room?

Three or four girls go away from a class, each thrilling with a sense of some new field of thought opened up to her. Yet rarely does one of them venture on the subject. If anything is said, it is about the class as a class, not about the subject under discussion. It is discussion and argument on intellectual questions that we need. The subject ought not to be dropped when the bell rings to end the hour; it ought to be taken up and looked at from all sides, seen in the light of different minds. The gem ought to be cut and polished by friction, to have all dross and obscuring things cut away before it is ready for setting, ready to become a permanent possession and a thing of value.

The students of Vassar College need above all to have a more general interest in intellectual subjects, one that will make itself felt as the ruling spirit of the place. If we forget school phrases and school topics of conversation and enter upon the discussion of the subjects we are all interested in and thinking about privately, we will unconsciously make the general tone of the College more intellectual.

"When found, make a note of," is the motto all College students might adopt with the full consciousness that it would be lived up to, from the time the first Freshman note book was bought, till the beginning of the Senior vacation. Sometimes, when one looks over the pile of red blank books at the end of a year, one is tempted to ask, "What is the use of these, anyway?" Here are literature note-books, history note-books, science notebooks, class note-books, and library note-books, not one of the number completely filled. The notes consist of abstracts and extracts from books which, if not found in every private library, would be in any public one worthy of the name. These extracts have been copied with exactness, because these same note-books must be handed in, and extracts make a good show,-it matters little or nothing whether they were ever read over after copying.

The expense of note-books is considerable when a number must be bought each semester. And when these notes are (let me whisper it) utterly useless in the majority of cases, it seems an extravagance to put the money into them, instead of buying some really valuable book.

Then, too, it might be asked whether a note book system is as good for the mind as a system that trusts something, at least, to the memory. Perhaps if we formed the habit of reading to remember instead of reading to make notes it might in the end prove more satisfactory. The mind would be trained to grasp the important parts of a paragraph and to retain them without the necessity of using a few minutes to "make a note of it"; the physical labor would be saved; and the pennies instead of going into note books, could become pounds to purchase an addition to our libraries.

I met her one afternoon in September, coming down a breezy, sunny lane, with an armful of golden-rod and purple asters, and a feathery clematis vine about her neck. A Scotch thistle flaunted in her cap, and a long Virginia creeper trailed behind on the ground. She lacked only a garland of oak leaves to make a little Druid priestess, who had forgotten her allegiance to the sacred mistletoe, and with a tall cat-tail for a wand and puffs of milk-weed and thistle-down as incense, had strayed off to the worship of strange gods.

Silence, however, could not have been one of her vows, for she hailed me, announcing, with a smile of goodcomrade-ship, "I've been for a walk."

I had fancied a walk to be my aim in my mild amble down the lane where we now met, but as it began to dawn upon me-there are walks and walks.

I asked "Where?" though I meant "How ?" and she understood, for she sat down upon a convenient stone to rest, while I leaned against the wall and ate the apples she gathered from the ground and offered me, with the air of a queen dispensing largess. I had vaguely perceived the smell of apples in the air when I entered the lane, but I had not thought of hunting in the grass by the wall for them.

"I started through the glen," she began, after the first bite, "branching off to the road by the cornfield, then down this lane, and at the end into the ravine, where it's nice and marshy and there are tall, very tall ferns just beginning to curl up, and cattails and festoons of clematis across the bushes. You gather it