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Out of the sunset came Sikander Julkarn, a very god with thousands in his train. And the fathers of our fathers' fathers might not stand against his god-head. They fled away, and he passed in all his glory. Over the Range of the Great Gods he passed, that no man has passed save those who followed him. Through the Desert of Devils he took his way, the Desert of Devils that lets no man pass. But those who followed him went through it. So he came to a city wonderful, that our fore-fathers' world had never dreamed of. The men that went in his train saw it glistening afar on the Desert's edge, and the pious thought it the City of Delights. But Sikander Julkarn, who knew, said nothing—as is the way of gods.

When he came to this wonderful city the Chiefs that ruled it came out and kneeled before him, for they knew him for a god. And three days his great multitude stayed by that city, and rested, feasting. Now the men of that city told him of a fair wide valley beyond the hills, where all men were giants; and they told him that beside the splendor of that valley their splendor was dull and mean. And the god, lusting after such wealth, led his host up against it. But the valley men were godless men, they rolled huge stones down the pass and crushed many. Then Sikander Julkarn took the light of his countenance away from that place, for he was angry, and also he must journey to that world that lies beyond the world. But he left behind him one that he loved, a man strong in his youth, and with him a thousand men. "See you," he said, "that when I return you hold the valley as your own." The young man bowed, and Sikander Julkarn went away to find where the sun comes from.

The young man said, "To-morrow I will go up into the valley." So he feasted that night with the great men of the city. But so he said the next day, and the next, and for many days. A month slipped by, another, and a third went after the two. For women were fair, and wine ran red in that wonderful city on the Desert's edge. And the men followed their Chief.

Then one day the sun rose on the splendor of the host of Sikander Julkarn, that came over the plain. And men, a few, that hated the young Chief ran out to tell the god that he had failed; but the god said nothing. And when he came into the city the young Chief came to meet him, barebreasted. “Kill me," he said, "for I have failed my lord."

But the god spoke him soft. "Think again," he said. "I left you a thousand men, I gave you many months; you cannot have failed me. You have long since conquered the valley and made it a peaceful province."

"Do not mock me," cried the young man, "but kill me now.” But Sikander Julkarn bade him to a great feast, and placed him on his right hand, honoring him above all men. And when they had eaten and drunk he took off the red-gold circlet that he wore and placed it on the young man's head. "Thus I honor faithfulness," he said.

Again the young Chief cried, "Do not mock me. now."

Kill me

But the god led the way, for he feared nothing, up toward the valley. And when they came to the pass he said to the young Chief, "Sikander Julkarn honors you. Go down into the valley you have made a peaceful province and rule it for your own."

Then the young man understood. "Give me a sword and a horse," he cried, "that I may die like a man."

"But this is a peaceful valley, that you have conquered, and shall now rule," said the god.

"Then give me a sword and a horse that I may enter my kingdom like a king," said the young Chief.

"That is well," said the god. He unbuckled his own sword, that few men could wield, came down from the horse that he rode, that few men could ride, and with them he sent the young man off. The young man rode up the pass unafraid, and the valley men, great strong men, came down to meet him, eager for fight. Sikander Julkarn saw the great blade flash in and out of the throng, and he saw the young Chief die. But many died before him that day.

"A brave man," said Sikander Julkarn. made him ruler of this peaceful valley." toward the city.

"I would I had not And he rode down

J. N. Greely.

MEMORABILIA YALENSIA.

The Prom Concert

Was given at the Hyperion Theater by the Musical Clubs on January 23.

The Junior Prom

Was held at the Second Regiment Armory on January 24.

The Football Team

On January 25 elected Thomas Leonard Shevlin, 1906, Captain.

The Golf Team

On January 27 elected B. D. Smith, 1906, Captain.

Elections to Sigma Xi

Were announced on February 7, as follows:

From 1905-John Eldridge Bentley, Paul Curts, Frederic Ferris Dodd, William Allen Drushel, J. Andrew Drushel, Charles Rhein Essick, Albert Steele McCullough, Martin Kellogg Pasco, Jr., Lawrence Alson Pomeroy.

From 1905 S.-Clifford Whitman Bates, Guy Louis Chamberlain, Joseph Warren Cone, Darrah Corbet, Hatsuje Mayeaawa, Samuel James Plimpton, Earl Tappan Stannard, Howard Frederic Weiss.

From 1905 M.S.-Charles Ormond Cooke, James Smith Martin.

Hockey Scores

January 18-Yale 9, Columbia o.

28-Yale 10, Brown 0.

Basket Ball Scores

January 21-Yale 17, Princeton 13.

27-Yale 31, University of Pennsylvania 14.

February 3-Yale 26, University of Pennsylvania 21.

In Memoriam

Howard Burwell Purinton, 1906 S.

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BOOK NOTICES.

An Outline of Municipal Government in the City of New York.
By George A. Ingalls. Matthew Bender, Albany, N. Y.

The author of this little handbook has compiled into a sort of syllabus the complicated machinery of the metropolis. Point after point he states the relation of the various departments and develops them in detail, thus offering in a pocket manual the gist of a large number of confused statutes, court decisions, acts and charters. The book has considerable efficiency for the reader, or the commercial mariner who runs afoul of municipal New York. Its value might, however, be enlarged if the actual results of the laws, their behaviour in action, could be indicated, as well as their purport. The cogs have surely been used in practice long enough to judge of the result as well as the theory.

Missions and Modern History. By Robert F. Speer. Two volumes. Fleming H. Revell Co.

A survey and a discussion of twelve world movements during the past century, and finally a chapter to point the moral. Such is Mr. Speer's book. The topics are miscellaneous to an extreme. The Sepoy Mutiny, the Rise of Japan, the Boxers, the Fall of Spain's Colonial Dependencies and the Threat of the Slav, Africa and several Asiatic rebellions are among the dozen. The chapters devoted to them are not historical in any broad sense, but rather essays with a narrative to suit the immediate purpose. The immediate purpose is the proposition that the Church follows the flag and that the mission is as much a part of colonial diplomacy as is the foreign minister.

With the historical material we are inclined to find fault more than once. Of the "later Catholic Church," for instance, he says, "it has never had absolutely free course in a land which has not been ruined." This is a qualified statement, perhaps purposely rendered unquotable, but the paragraph that follows renders any other reading impossible, than that which infers the ruin of all that Catholicism touches. Such statements as this cannot but detract from the force of his argument. Again, in the discussion of the Rebellion of South America Mr. Speer is taking his stand in contradiction to accepted history when he claims that the Napoleonic wars were but the opportunity for rebellion. We are surely taught nowadays that the disorganization of Spain by this means was both the inspiration and the fuel for rebellion.

The chapters read easily; they are crowded with quotations and descriptions from primary sources. The argument promulgated in the last chapter, as a résumé of the whole book, has a firm basis. Our civilization, indubitably, is part and parcel with our religion-Christianity.

J. G. R.

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EDITOR'S TABLE.

Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet, Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God's great Judgment Seat."

While agreeing that East is East rather than any other point of the compass, and admitting that there is an equally well-established prejudice in favor of the assumption that West is West, we deny the bold assertion that the twain will never bump up against each other until the above-mentioned physical phenomenon shall have come to pass. For upon this very day, February the eighth, in this year of our Lord nineteen hundred and five (or, according to the calendar of Confucius, the twelfth order of the eighteenth anzi), there has happened a strange and wondrous thing, which proves conclusively that East and West are connected by the indissoluble ties of sympathy.

Know then that in far-away China, in a certain province of many people and some souls, is being founded a new Yale, Most of you whose eyes shall chance to fall upon these words, know of it already as "a worthy object." But have you never, in your mind's eye, pictured it in the heat and fever of operation? Have you never thought of the Chinese "News" heeler, with his unfortunate bent toward yellow journalism, or the Chinese "Record" chairman, finishing an editorial with a final flourish of his little finger nail? Neither, I must confess, had I, until to-day, when there came to the office a cablegram.

Henry had left the first entry of White for the afternoon, the Tender Vine was drinking in the sunlight in front of Welch, and the Tumbleweed (the second selection in the LIT. anthology) was re-viewing the month's pile of books-Five Yen and I were all alone.

There was a crinkle of yellow paper, and this is what I read over his shoulder:

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For many moments I stood in respectful and guilty silence, while tears coursed down the careworn face of the Father of Finance. At length he handed me his answer, and I read these words:

HENRY'S HALL, NEW HAVEN, U. S. A.
February 8, 1905.

TO SIX YEN,

Business Manager Eastern Yale Lit.

Departments here later. Copy worse. Printer committing hari kari. Don't

worry, it will come out all right.

FIVE YEN,

Business Manager Western Yale Lit.

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