if the student had any natural aptitude for these, as angles for their liberalizing outlook. If one were planning to be an engineer, languages, music, art, literature, and history, or such of these as would appeal to him, should make up his extra-technical course. These are only imaginary cases. I am trying to say that a young man's technical, vocational, professional education should be supplemented by as many parallel and contrasting interests as he has taste and time for, that these should be determined for each individual by his own aptitudes and not by the prescription of an expert in education, and that they should be followed up with the same diligence and zest that are accorded to the breadand-butter studies. I would have those who are to pursue the callings that require the very highest degree of specialization and concentration to enable them to succeed in earning a living and making a material success of life choose as liberally as possible from other fields, intellectual and spiritual, and thus prepare themselves to practice the fine art of living in the midst of the insistent struggle for material success. Life is a parchment with a double text; the one bold, compelling, the other faintly traced upon the page, but full of the philosophy, the hidden meaning, that makes life worth the effort which one must put forth to earn the means to live. Thus I return to "palimpsest". The external and practical courses college students are obliged to take to fit themselves for their particular jobs in a physical world will become the visible blackletter text on the parchment. Beneath this text, if they plan their education wisely, liberally, will lie faintly visible the words of wisdom which will be their key to living happily and fully in a world of mind and spirit above the no less real world of meat and drink and raiment. Those whose education is such a palimpsest will find themselves able in imagination to take wing and poise balanced high above earth's confusion, and to flash their thoughts through time and space while their hands toil and their bodies sweat in the relentless here and now. In education the straight line is neither the shortest, the safest, nor the surest way. Take the longer, the liberalizing way. E. A. CROSS. It is a restless river, Or a sea Spring and clouds and stars Whose tides draw ever and ever From silver-light infinity To these inconstant coasts, Striving to mould some shape Unknown to us, Striving to sound some music Strange to us. But the moving crystal breaksTurns back And all along the rocks are shells, Delicate pale shells Whose fantasy Hints of fairy land, Whose faltering slight music Tells of ceaseless thunder In the deep. It is a restless, changing river, Or a sea Clouds and spring And stars. A WOMAN SITS IN THE TWILIGHT BY MARJORIE MEEKER Why does this twilight remember you, The calm grey twilight of my calm grey land? How do the hours know the time you came? How can my twilight thrill with the touch of your hand? This is the time; It is past the sun's setting. There is no forgetting. The moon is a broken flower TO A STRANGER BY WILLIAM ALEXANDER PERCY When I see your beauty the beasts in me lie down, And not fade out to leave me with myself! Make me kneel down and know what life could be- |