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when the game is really on has all the thrill of a ski jump and is less dangerous.
We still have an uncertain feeling in the House, similar to our emotions at football games. We are afraid of cheering at the wrong times, but in a general way we know when one side or the other scores a touchdown.
are in complete sympathy with the Gentleman from Berlin who made the laconic speech destined to live long in New Hampshire history. -"Mr. Speaker, I am a young man. I never was in a place like this before." Neither were we. But we like it. No doubt the gentleman from Berlin does, too.
Even when we get a bit tangled up about the main trend of affairs we
can enjoy the side skirmishes those times for instance when a player gets his signals mixed and makes an illtimed motion. Watch the old guard slide from its seats and swoop down upon the offender. There is a hasty whispered conversation. The motion is withdrawn. The wheels of government move smoothly once
We are apt to be pretty seriousminded and the educational aspects of our new association with the big men of the state loom large in our thoughts. Every day and in every way we are getting wiser and wiser. For instance, we had always thought that the Lewandos Cleansing Company's trade mark, with its clothesline full of freshly laundered chicks, was allegorical or symbolic or something until a Reverend Gentleman from Manchester discoursed to us at length
one day on the technique of washing White Wyandotte roosters. Now we are wondering whether running a chicken laundry would pay better than editing. Of course we'd expect the Gentleman from Manchester to act on our board of directors.
So far our biggest thrill in the session came from a speech by the Honorable James O. Lyford. We've forgotten his subject, but it was masterly oratory and-which is the point -he used a copy of the GRANITE MONTHLY to punctuate and accentuate his remarks. Only an editorand a green, young one at that-can fully realize the effect produced upon us by the incident. In editorial conference afterwards the GRANITE MONTHLY gave Mr. Lyford an unanimous vote of thanks for his help in making the magazine a power in
That speech of Mr. Lyford's must have been on the 48-hour law, that being the chief source of oratory these days. Being a strictly nonpartisan publication we mustn't make remarks on this controversial issue. But we may so far overstep the bounds of non-partisanship as to say that the GRANITE MONTHLY pledges its full support to the movement, briefly mentioned in the heat of argument by one gentleman whose name has slipped our memory-the movement in favor of a 48-hour DAY. It is a measure for which humanity has long waited in vain. We believe it would solve labor troubles and insure everlasting peace and happiness -even to editors. In comparison to it even the bill to increase the bounty on hedgehogs seems trivial.
H. F. M.
NEW HAMPSHIRE'S EDUCATIONAL PLANT
Where New Hampshire Brain Power Is Generated
BY HENRY BAILEY STEVENS
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T is a strange experience on moonless evening to walk along the country road that leads into Durham village from the west. The occasional tall elm tree that looms like a great umbrella above, the stone-walls whose outlines can be just distinguished at each side, even the ruts and stones of the highway itself, suggest only the peace and quiet of the open country. Ahead one would expect to find a grocery store, a church or two, a few vinecovered houses, and nothing else. Suddenly a turn in the road brings one into the electric glare of the hundred lighted windows of several dormitories. A great blaze they make into the night, while over at the left, like a tall sentinel, stands the clocktower of Thompson Hall, and beyond it the power-house chimney shoots up sparks impudently toward the hidden stars.
As I viewed this scene one evening last November, the thought came to me insistently that I was looking at a large modern factory. Behind those lighted windows some process
"Why not?" I asked myself, and was at once amused with the thought that evidently there was a night shift on the job.
After all, is not this institution of New Hampshire College a great Knowledge Factory, receiving yearly its unfinished products in the shape of human minds and turning out a yearly grist of trained young men and women to do a better duty in the world? Putting a point to raw ambition? Giving the edge to unshaped creative force? Yes, and more than this; for, at least so far as agriculture is concerned, its dynamos have been hitched up with the people throughout the whole state. Here, in the research laboratories of the State Experiment station, new combinations of facts are being evolved to improve New Hampshire's 2,600,000 farm acres, while a force of extension agents, like a body of commercial salesmen, is carrying the
idea of better farm and home conditions into 93 per cent of the communities of the state. The commonwealth has set up here at Durham a power-producing plant, whose current generated is felt from Rye on the coast to Pittsburg at the Canadian line.
In order to observe the process of "manufacture" more closely, it may be worth while to follow one of the products of the main plant through the course of a day. As soon as one does so, however, the metaphor falls flat. This rumpled hair and freckled face which have just had their morning pull through an elastic blue jersey defy the conception of a machine-made product. Those firm muscles and tingling nervecells do not run along oiled trackways like the assembling parts of a Ford car. We must be more careful now in our language.
It is seven o'clock in the morning, and the young man who has pulled on the jersey has recently taken his turn under the common shower-bath of his "floor." The looking-glass before which he combs his moist hair reflects part of a blue banner with "New Hampshire" in large white letters on it, the corner of a desk with an array of text-books, and the white end of a small iron bed in an alcove. In fact, there is a second bed which does not show in the glass and which is occupied by our friend's room-mate. On the chiffonier which holds the glass are three or four photographs, one of the boy's mother and others of younger ladies -girl friends. There is nothing luxurious about the room; it is a place to study in and to sleep in; that is all, and that is enough. There are about 250 rooms like this in the various college dormitories, accomodating nearly 500 students, and rented by the college at a price sufficiently low to pay only a nominal interest on the investment.
With a call to his room-mate, the boy takes text-books, a note-book and cap, and leaves his room for the morning. In a few minutes he is in a line with several others before the blackboards of the cafeteria in the Commons building, selecting his morning meal. Probably he has a "regular," collecting it on his tray and having it punched on his weekly meal ticket. The self-service plan and the fact that a large number of persons can be accommodated make it possible for the dining-hall management to serve food at low prices. There is no attempt to make a profit, but it is insisted that the food should be of good quality and that the entire establishment be kept clean and wholesome.
The boy carries his tray of steaming oatmeal, eggs, muffins and coffee to one of the long tables where several fellow students are seated; they talk earnestly, between bites, of studies, of basketball, of girls, of professors, of whatnot.
There is time for a few minutes' study before recitations begin at eight o'clock; but as the clock in the Thompson Hall tower strikes, long lines of students from various parts of the campus start for their appointed classes. There are three divisions, into which all of the students fall, according to their choice,those of Agriculture, Engineering, and Arts and Science. It is nearly an even chance as to which of the three will have been selected by our friend, the boy. If he is specializing in agriculture, his choicest courses will be found to lie in the following lines: general agriculture, animal husbandry, dairy husbandry, forestry, horticulture, poultry husbandry, or teacher tarining; but he must also, in order to have a wellrounded education, include other subjects, such as English, economics, chemistry, mathematics. If he is training to be an engineer, he may
specialize in chemistry, electrical or mechanical engineering, architectural construction, industrial engineering, or teacher training. If his interest is in arts and science, the general course, the arts course in chemistry and the teacher training work are open, while the girls find in this division the opportunities of home economics. In any case, in accordance with the origin and function of the college, the courses are designed to be essentially practical, leading directly to the student's preparation for a successful livelihood.
The morning is filled with recitations, lectures, laboratory work, perhaps an hour of reference reading in the library with its classical columns. at the entrance and 44,000 volumes inside. The boy has to take notes quickly in his note-book; he has to be on the alert for recitations or a possible "quiz"; he has to be nimble. with tools at the shops, or accurate with test-tubes at the chemical laboratory; he has to have his eye well cocked to judge animals, or to note the details of an architectural design; he has to use the card-index,
readers' guides, encyclopedias, etc. at the library; he has to have his brain. open for knowledge at all times. After the noon-hour he usually goes back to the laboratories, or takes his bit of physical training and military drill.
At four o'clock he is free for recreation; and the chances are that after the long mental grind of the class-rooms and laboratories, it is a relief to get his muscles into action. This is probably the main reason why athletics forms such a popular part of the rounds at all colleges. To boot a football, follow a basketball madly about the gymnasium floor, race at a track meet, or chase over the countryside in running trousers on a cross-country run:these may not be such mad pursuits after all. Physical education is required of all women students as well as men; and hockey, basketball and volley ball are perhaps more popular than dances.
Aside from recreation, there are other activities of a socially educational nature: student publications, dramatic club, debating society, glee
club, outing club, Y. M. and Y. W. C. A.'s, scientific societies, and Greek letter fraternities. There is nothing obligatory about these extra-curriculum enterprises, but a great deal of knowledge in the form of experience is absorbed by means of them. Take the student weekly, for example. The members of the staff learn to write news stories, editorials, headlines, etc..
and to manage the business side of
a publication. The members of the glee club and band improve their musical training. The Cercle Francais conversations are as valuable as classroom recitations. The debaters and actors acquire the ability to speak clearly on their feet.
an aching hope in his heart that Ol New Hampshire shall not fail in her contests contests with the other the other colleges. There is a deep pride in the ability of the teams that represent the institution; and a dogged tenacity to win that has brought New Hampshire athletics into the sporting pages in recent years as never before.
On Sundays an influence which bears upon the character of the student all week
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After our friend, the boy, has taken his part in these various recreational, and social activities, has had his supper, studied his lessons for the next day and perhaps done some more reading at the library, he is re. dy to "call it a day," and to put out one of the lights which has helped to give his dormitory the appearance of a factory on the night shift.
This is an ordinary day at New Hampshire College. Once a week there are chapel exercises in the gymnasium which has to serve as the main auditorium; and on these occasions the student body is usually addressed by some well known speaker from the outside world. On Saturday afternoon there may be a 'varsity game, when half of the student's loyalty to his "alma mater" is expressed in resounding cheers for the team, and half of it remains as
per cent of the students are members of some church, while 76 per cent of the remainder have considered joining seriously enough to have formed a preference for certain denominations. Among the churches represented are the Advent, Baptist, Catholic, Christian Science, Christian, Congregational, Friends, Greek Orthodox, Jewish, Lutheran, Methodist Episcopal, Presbyterian, Protestant, Protestant Episcopal, Union, United Brethren, Unitarian and Universalist. The Community Church at Durham welcomes all denominations; a student pastor conducts religious services during the week and keeps a friendly eye and ear open for opportunity to give assistance and counsel; a Catholic priest from a neighboring town performs the rites of the mass for the members of his faith; and the Y. M. C. A. and Y. W. C. A. are rallying centers for all.
Then there are the special days of the year: New Hampshire Day when the students take pick and shovel, paint brush, saw and hammer, dump