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The Triangular Race On June 28, was won by Yale, '96. Time, Yale 10.23 ; Harvard 10.49 ; Columbia 11.02. The crews were : YALE, '96.
HARVARD, '96. Bow. R. Armstrong,
Bow. F. M. Forbes. 2. H. C. Holcomb, '95 S. 2. G. S. Derby. 3. W. M. Beard,
3. J. Shea. 4. A. Dater,
'95 S. 4. H. S. Russell. 5. J. H. Knapp,
'96 5. T. Duffield. 6. W. R. Cross,
'96 6. T. T. Rice. 7. R. B. Treadway,
'96 7. L. D. Shepard. Stroke. W. D. Smith,
Stroke. R. M. Townsend. Cox. J. M. Boies, '95 S. Cox. E. P. Day.
The Winner of the De Forest Prize Was Winthrop Edwards Dwight, '93.
The Winner of the John A. Porter Prize
Was Julian Ingersoll Chamberlain, '95.
The Intercollegiate Tennis Tournament, On the grounds of the New Haven Lawn Club, was won by Brown University in both singles and doubles. The finals were played Friday, October 6, as follows:
Chase and Budlong, of Brown, defeated Foote and Howland of Yale, 6-1, 6-3, 2-6, 4-6, 6-4.
Malcome Chace, of Brown, beat A. E. Foote, Yale, 6-2, 6-1, 6-3.
The First Foot Ball Game
Of the season was played October 4 with Brown, resulting in a victory for Yale by a score of 18 to o.
Professor Edward Tompkins McLaughlin died in New Haven, July 25, of typhoid fever.
Dr. W. Irving Hunt, formerly tutor of Greek in Yale College, died in Columbus, Mich., August 25, of consumption.
The author of A Japanese Interior* had an advantage over most of the travelers and foreign residents who have written of Japan, in having been peculiarly intimately associated with the Japanese as they are among themselves, untouched by foreign influence. She was a teacher in the school for noble girls managed by the Imperial Household, one of the most anti-foreign of the Japanese schools, and she lived in a real Japanese home, where there was no other foreigner, and all her surroundings were Japanese. And she has used well her advantage in giving us an entertaining glimpse of Japan. ese life from a standpoint new most readers. The book is a series of letters extending over the year of the author's teaching in Japan-letters not written for publication, and from their natural, familiar, conversational tone all the more pleasant, and containing simply an account of the author's most interesting experiences and observations, presented without many reflections upon them, and needing none, for, on account of her peculiar experience, they are interesting enough to stand alone. Japan has been of recent years afflicted with a host of travelers who have stayed a few weeks or months there, and have then written books consisting of superficial observations of the most obvious external features of the life of the people, and imperfect generalizations therefrom. This book, the result of the combination of the author's peculiar opportunities and her keen and sympathetic observations, is a welcome change. It is not for her accounts of traveling under difficulties, or of public festivals and processions, or of shops or theatres, entertaining as these all are, that Miss Bacon's book is most valuable, for many travelers can tell us those things. But she lets us into the very life of the Japanese home, and into the thoughts and feelings of all in the household, from servant to mistress. She describes minutely and vividly their manner of living, their social etiquette, their weddings, their funerals, their little domestic merrymakings, their housekeeping, their meals, all the ways and affairs of the household. Few travelers can tell as she does, for example, of the vestibule of a Japanese house : “At this place bows and saio naras were exchanged on the part of all in the house whenever one member of the family went away on so much as a shopping expedition ; here, too, sounded the cheerful “O kaeri that announced the return of one of the occupants of the house, the breathless “O kyaku" shouted by the kurumaya of the coming guest so soon as he was within the gate, or the supplicating “go men nasai ” with which the applicant for admission made known his presence."
And in her description of her school she exhibits a similar intimate knowledge with people of a different class, telling us of the little Japanese peeresses not as the casual visitor tells, who sees only the interesting outside, but showing us the far more interesting inside, the real natures and minds of her scholars. Further, on account of her position as a teacher to the daughters of the noble families, she was present
* A Japanese Interior. By Alice Mabel Bacon. Boston: Houghton, Mifflin
at various court functions, and saw from the inside, and rather familiarly, some of the life of the court, and of this, too, she has written. Of the Empress herself we are given a glimpse, for she was accustomed to visit often the Peeresses' school, and Miss Bacon could observe her closely. Here is her description of the Empress' appearance: “She was dressed entirely in white and looked very well, her white bonnet setting off to advantage her jet black hair. Her face is long and thin, her forehead high, and her head finely formed. Her expression is sad, and she looks as if these pomps and ceremonies were rather a bore to her.” So the author has known with more or less familiarity Japanese life from servant to Empress, The Japanese women figured more largely in her life than the Japanese men, and so it is with her book. This gives a peculiar interest to her book, for the ordinary traveler, who has not her opportunity of entering the Japanese homes, where only the women can be known, can not know them so well. Very much the same in origin with this interest is the chief interest of the book, and that which distinguishes it among other books of its kindthe interest which comes from the intimacy it shows with the life of Japan and the Japanese.
A large variety of things are subjects for the Ruminations* of Paul Siegvolk (Mr. Albert Matthews.) Thoughts on different topics concerning women, on various phases of American politics and social life, on topics in literature, on that ever fresh subject “ Life and Death,” and on a number of characters from real life are contained in the book. These thoughts are presented in essays for the most part rather short and fragmentary, though some are longer and more exhaustive in treatment. There is not a great deal that is new in the book, and indeed the ingenious prologue quite disclaims any pretensions to novelty. However, things are often said which are really new, yet seem to be old, because they are said in such a quiet, unobtrusive way, with so little attempt at calling the reader's attention, as if all that is being said is matter of general thought, and because many of them belong to that class of truths which as soon as they are said every one feels he has known before in a semi-conscious way, though he has never clearly realized or expressed them, and which therefore, do not seem wholly new. Many old things too, are said in suggestive new ways. One of the newest subjects is The Ideal American Lady," on which there is an essay of considerable length and comprehensiveness. The reader is at first sometimes tempted to doubt whether the being described is more like an angel or a prig, but on further consideration he becomes convinced that she is a most beautiful character, and near enough to the ideal lady, if an ideal lady can be agreed upon by general consent.
The essays are the work of a thoughtful, observant man, possessed of an abundant fund of sound every-day philosophy and common sense. Their manner is dignified, leisurely and quiet, not vivacious yet not monotonous or tiresome. Now and then there is a touch of kindly humor. Indeed kindliness is characteristic of the whole book. The author sees and criticises
*Ruminations : The Ideal American Lady and Other Essays. By Paul Sieg
volk. New York : G. P. Putnam's Sons.
keenly, but never bitterly nor maliciously. He is one who has lived long, has seen and thought much, and has grown old gracefully, without becoming soured and cynical, still finding, if his essay in the “The Amenities of Old Age" is to be trusted, much to enjoy. A healthy tone of happiness, of optimism, of freedom from all gloom and bitterness pervades the whole book. The author's theory of life is a joyous one. He believes in a selfcontrol which is not asceticism, and which gives a wholesome enjoyment of all the pleasures of life. And there is all through the book a tone of lofty morality, of contempt for cheap and low and mean things and admiration for high and noble things. It may be truly said that the philosophy of the book does not always agree with contemporary thought. This may or may not be considered a blemish. But at any rate leaving out of the question its intellectual aspects, the book teaches practical lessons of sound sense, of thoughtfulness, of keen observation, of good nature, of kindness, of utility, of thought and action.
The Son of a Prophet* is, to use the words of the author's preface, attempt to create the character which uttered itself in the Book of Job, and to trace certain conditions, political, intellectual, and spiritual, which compelled this utterance.” In his following out of this purpose, Mr. Jackson has written a novel whose scene is laid in Palestine, Sinai, and Egypt, in the reigns of David and Solomon, and whose hero is Eleazar Ben-Shammah, grandson of two of David's three mighty men. His father, Shammah, had been a trusted embassador of David, sent to Bashan, Tyre, and Egypt, and on his travels had learned much of the religion of other nations, too much, in fact, for he became filled with a belief in the brotherhood of all men, and a conviction that the Hebrew religion should not be kept to the chosen people, but should be preached to other nations. This belief and this conviction he declared on his return to Jerusalem, and thereby aroused the anger of the priests. Benaiah, the king's general, who had an old grudge against his family, took advantage of his unpopularity to fasten on him an appearance of share in Adonijah's conspiracy, and then by all manner of wickedness caused his death. His house was confiscated, and his wife, his sister Ruth, and his son were driven into the wilderness of Judea, where a charitable former servant received them. Now began the training of the man who was to write the great book. He had before learned something of the faith of Israel from his grandfather, the saintly Eleazar, but in the lonely Jericho wilds his teaching became more real, more intense. His mother instructed him in the faith, and told him of his father's great thoughts. His aunt told him of the piety of Eleazar, and of his dream of the promised Savior of Israel. The wilderness was eloquent to him in its sublimity and silence. Often, too, his thoughts turned toward the mystery of why God had allowed the wicked Benaiah to live and prosper, and the good Shammah to be killed by him. But even in the wilderness the cruelty of Benaiah, who desired Ruth for his wife, pursued them, and they were driven to the caves of the hills, where Ruth was finally hunted to
* The Son of a Prophet. By George Anson Jackson. Boston: Houghton,
Mifflin & Co.