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Romance and picturesqueness belong back there. Not so very far back some of it. The other evening at the Governor's Ball we saw the Governor's staff standing behind the receiving line in drab khaki uniforms. Governor's staffs used to be resplendent in gold lace. The war changed that.

And they tell us that time was when Governors reviewed troops from the back of a prancing white horse. That custom, we understand, was abandoned because of the death of the only horse in the state with a spirited but gentle prance. But it was a good custom

while it lasted.

All these pictures appeal to us. But the one around which our memoryvicarious memory, that is, collected from the tales of those who have really known the past-plays most fondly is one of the early days of the GRANITE MONTHLY when the editor used to solicit subscriptions through the countryside. In an old buggy, behind a leisurely old horse, he made his way along the sunny country roads, stopping at the farms. along the way. Sometimes his subscribers gave him eggs and potatoes to pay for the subscriptions. Sometimes there were home-made toys for the little daughter who sat beside him in the old buggy. And as he went along from house to house, he built up friendships with the people to whom, each month, he sent out his magazine.


That's what we envy him. We'd give a good deal to be able to drop in to see you for a social call this afternoon and let you tell us just what you'd like to see done with the GRANITE MONTHPerhaps we shall do it one of these days. Meanwhile we can only thank those of you who are kind enough once in a while to write us friendly letters, and to assure you that the office of the GRANITE MONTHLY is never such a busy place that the editors cannot stop to chat with friends of the magazine. Drop in and see us when you come this way. H. F. M.


The time limit on the prize contest for high-school boys and girls, announced in the October issue of the GRANITE MONTHLY, has been extended to May 1. This will give our contestants a little more time to polish off their work and some good essays should result.

We have been fortunate in securing as judges for this contest three persons who are well qualified for the work from both a literary and an educational standpoint. Mr. Harlan Pearson, former editor of the GRANITE MONTHLY, certainly needs no introduction to readers of this magazine. Mrs. Alice S. Harriman of Laconia and Mr. Walter S. May are both members of the State Board of Education. Mr. May is Deputy Commissioner. Mrs. Harriman has been active in many forms of public service, including woman's club work.

We are very glad to announce that Miss Vivian Savacool, who is the author of "Twentieth Century Manchester" in this issue, has consented to undertake the management of our book review department.

There is a rapidly growing opinion on the part of those who have studied New England's farm situation that if we are to continue to maintain our agricultural positon we must do it not by attempting to turn out great quantities of material as the great western states do, but rather by putting our energies toward quality production. An example of what is already being done along these lines here in New Hampshire is afforded by our dairy industry. The series of articles on "Leading Dairy Herds" which will begin in the March GRANITE MONTHLY will tell the stories of some of the important ventures which have succeeded. No herd will be included in this series which is not being conducted on a business basis.



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N the spring of 1919, a young man just returned from France looked out across the mud of Camp Eustis and tried to map out the new future ahead of him. With the idealism born of his war experience, he demanded of that future something more than a livelihood. He wanted "a chance to discover and build under the new social and economic conditions." He found this chance in enlistment as a private in the industrial army of America's basic industry, steel: he went to work on an open hearth furnace near Pittsburg.

As he worked he set down, simply, directly, without any attempt to exploit a theory, without retouching the lines of his pictures, a simple chronicle of every day-"of sizzling nights; of bosses, friendly and unfriendly; of hot back-walls and a good firsthelper; of fighting twenty-four-hour turns; of interesting days as hot-blast man; of dreaded five-o'clock risings, and quiet satisfying suppers; of what men thought, and didn't think."

It is safe to say that "Steel" will appeal to you. It is not so easy, however, to tell just what you will find in it. Some, perhaps, will find chiefly the charm of letters home from a New Hampshire boy, a vivid description of a unique and colorful experience, through which a a familiar personality is seen and enjoyed.

Others will find an epic of a great industry-there are passages of sheer dramatic power equalling, if not surpassing, anything which Hergesheimer has written. "An express train shot into view in the black valleyI thought of the steel in the locomotive, and thought it back quickly into sheets, bars, blooms, back then into the monumental ingots as they stood, fiery from the open-hearth pouring,

against a night sky. Then the glow left, and went out of my thinking. Each ingot became a number of wheelbarrow loads of mud, pushed over a rough floor, Fred's judgment of the carbon content, and his watching through furnace peepholes. The ladlefuls ceased as steel, becoming thirty-minutes' sledging through stoppage for four men, the weight of manganese in my shovel, and the clatter of the pieces that hit the rail, sparks on my neck burning through a blue handkerchief, and the cup of tea I had with Jock, cooked over hot slag at 4:00 a. m.

Still others will see in the book an arraignment of an industrial systeman arraignment poignantly summed up in the words of the Italian thirdhelper-"To hell with the money, no can live."

But perhaps those to whom the book will mean the most are those who read it simply as a tale of men working together, and who find its primary value in its human quality, its quick sense of the significance of small events. One incident is enough to illustrate the point and to give the keynote of the book:


As third-helper on the open hearth, Mr. Walker's job was to carry out the orders of the Anglo Serbian second-helper who, in moments of stress, delivered these orders in a mingled stream of profanity, Serbian, and broken English. Clinging to a few familiar words, the third-helper executed the instructions, as he understood them, only to find, time after time, that he had missed the point entirely.

"It suddenly occurred to me one day, after some one had bawled me out picturesquely for not knowing where something was that I had never

heard of, that this was what every immigrant Hunky endured; it was a matter of language largely, of understanding, of knowing the names of things, the uses of things, the language of the boss. Here was this Serbian second-helper bossing his thirdhelper largely in an unknown tongue, and the latter getting the full emotional experience of the immigrant. I thought of Bill, the pit boss, telling a Hunky to do a clean-up job for him; and when the Hunky said, 'What?' he turned to me and said: 'Lord! but these Hunkies are dumb.'

MISS VIVIAN SAVACOOL, who writes of "Twentieth Century Manchester" with such confident optimism, is a new graduate of Smith College in the class of 1922. Coming back to her home at a critical time in the history of the city, she has been interested to study into the matter and look at the beginnings and causes of conditions. The results of her studies appear in this article and the article which will be published

next month.


MR. GEORGE B. UPHAM'S historical articles have been for years a valuable and popular feature in the GRANITE MONTHLY. This month he begins a series on some little known phases of the history of his old family home-Claremont. The series has to do with the almost legendary time "When Claremont was called Ashley" but Mr. Upham has some maps to bring the legends to a solid basis of fact.

"Most of the false starts, waste motion, misunderstandings, fights, burnings, accidents, nerve-wrack, and desperation of soul would fall away if there were understanding-a common language, of mind as well as tongue."

Last month MR. HENRY B. STEVENS of New Hampshire College appeared in capacity of factory superin

"Steel" has a special interest for New Hampshire people because Mr. Walker is a son of Dr. Charles R. Walker, who was a well-known and well-loved physician in Concord. Mr. Walker is a Yale graduate and is at present associated with the Atlantic Monthly.

tendent of New Hampshire's "Educational Plant." This month he has shifted his job to that of moving picture producer. The scenario-"The College and Potatoes"-shows graphically the vital relation which has come to exist between the state college and the agricultural welfare of New Hampshire.

compiling for the GRANITE MONTHLY an MR. ARTHUR JOHNSON who is "Anthology of One Poem Poets" is well known as a writer of short stories which appear in many of the most prominent magazines, and which have more than once been included in Mr. O'Brien's anthologies of "The Best Short Stories" of the year. Mr. Johnson is also the author of "Under the Rose."

The pen and ink sketches illustrating "Making Teachers at Keene” are drawn by MISS MURIEL COX, who is a graduate of the Massachusetts Normal Art School and is now head of the Art Department of the Keene Normal School.

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Sherman E. Burroughs Our retiring Congressman from the First District, died in Washington on January 27, 1923, as a result of an attack of influenza. In his death New Hampshire lost one of her most enlightened, successful and faithful public men.

He was born in Dunbarton, February 6, 1870; the oldest son of John H. and Helen (Baker) Burroughs. Receiving his grammar and high school education in the public schools, in 1888 he competed in the ex

aminations for West Point cadetship and won the highest rank, but owing to the wishes of his parents he declined the appointment that resulted and entered Dartmouth College where he graduated in 1894. In Dartmouth he won many honors. In his Sophomore year he took the second Thayer Prize for proficiency in mathematics and in his Senior year the RollinsNettleton Prize for oratory. He also took honors at the end of his Sophomore year for high standing in the prescribed Greek course and in his Senior for his standing in philosophy.

After graduation he became the private secretary for Congressman Baker and passed the next three years in Washington where he attended the law school of the Columbian University. Here he graduated with a Bachelor of Law degree in 1896 and a Master of Law degree in 1897. In July 1896 he was admitted to the Bar of the District of Columbia and to the New Hampshire Bar in 1897.

In 1901 he became associated with the late David A. Taggart and James P. Tuttle, forming the firm of Taggart, Tuttle & Burroughs. In November 1906, Mr. Burroughs and Mr. Tuttle retired from the firm and formed a new partnership known as Tuttle & Burroughs.

Always a Republican in politics, Mr. Burroughs was elected to the State Legislature in 1901 from the town of Bow. In May 1917, he was elected to the United States House of Representatives for the First District of New Hampshire to fill a vacancy caused by the death of Cyrus A. Sulloway. At the following election, he was elected to a full term, but declined to accept the candidacy for another re-election, wishing to devote himself to his law business.

Mr. Burroughs was a member of the State Board of Charities and became VicePresident of the State Conference of Charities and Corrections. He was a member of the Childrens Aid & Protective Society and a Trustee of the Orphans' Home at Concord. He was a member of the Washington Lodge of Masons, the old-time Republican Tippecanoe Club, and Director of the Manchester Animal Rescue League.

In April 21, 1898, Mr. Burroughs married Helen S. Phillips of Alexandria County, Virginia. He had four sons: Robert Phillips, John Hamilton, Sherman Everett, Jr., and Henry Baker Burroughs, all of whom were born in Manchester.

EX-GOVERNOR CHARLES M. FLOYD On February 3. 1923, Ex-Governor Charles M. Floyd, died in Manchester, after a short illness of typhoid pneumonia.

He was born in Derry, June 5, 1861; one of a family of eleven children. He attended the public schools of Derry and Pinkerton Academy in that town. On leaving school he entered the clothing store of his brother in Haverhill, Mass., gaining there the experience which later led him to purchase a clothing store in Manchester.

In 1906, he was elected Governor on the Republican ticket. His administration is considered one of the most businesslike in the history of the state. When he left the Governor's chair, he retired to private life, but during the War he became State Fuel Administrator and last year was re-appointed to the same position during the mine strike.

Governor Floyd was a member of the Masons, Odd Fellows, Knights of Pythias and Elks and was a member of the Derry

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Mr. Follansby was born in Tilton, May 1, 1845; the son of William and Mary Ladd Follansby. In 1875, he came to Exeter and established a drygoods business in which he remained until 1900, when he retired to devote his time to the Exeter Banking Co., of which he was President for 17 years.

Mr. Follansby was well known in state politics, being a member of Governor Floyd's Council in 1907, and a member of the state Legislature in 1893 and 1895.

He was a Mason of the Knight Templar order and Treasurer of the Star of the East Lodge.

In 1866, he married Ella L. Winslow. She died 15 years ago. Mr. Follansby is survived by a foster daughter.


On January 12, 1923, Joseph D. Roberts died at his home in South Berwick, Me. Born on November 12, 1848 in Rollinsford, N. H., he was the son of the late Judge Hiram R. and Ruth (Ham) Roberts.

Mr. Roberts, a democrat, was a member of the N. H. State Legislature in 1895 and held practically every office in his home town, Rollinsford.

He was for some years President of State Board of Agriculture and was treasurer of the State Grange for twenty-five years, in which organization he took an active part. He was President of the Salmon Falls Bank, a trustee of the Rollinsford Savings Bank, an Odd Fellow and member of the South Berwick Baptist church.

Mr. Roberts is survived by his wife and three sons, John H., Hiram H. and Joseph C., and four daughters, Mrs. Elizabeth Crocker, Mrs. Clara Henderson, Miss Dorothy Roberts, and Miss Edith Roberts.

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