The First Year at Stanford; Sketches of Pioneer Days at Leland Stanford Junior University (Paperback)

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: THE CORNELL COLONY AT PALO ALTO. Ellen Coit Elliott. E numerous members of the Stanford Faculty who hail from other colleges will hardly dispute the above designation as applied to the teaching force of the new University, for they have been bored to the verge of distraction by the rampant loyalty of the Cornell members; and, in view of the predominating tone, must have long ago surrendered any private enthusiasms of their own. The Registrar confesses that he has told how they do at Cornell until he blushes at the sound of his own voice in that connection; The Librarian's dramatic transports over "Ithaca, my Ithaca," breathe the passion of the exile. His chief victim for some time was a colleague, fellow- boarder at the Oak Grove Villa Hotel of MenloPark. This gentleman, being from Boston, scarce knew of Ithaca's existence, and when these vials of eloquence were opened, it was amusingly evident that hia expression of well-bred resignation covered a wild desire to flee away and be at rest. This sketch was written in November, 1891, for the Cornell public, and was published in the "Cornell Magazine." With a slight revision it has been left in the main in its original form because it gives an idea of the early connection between Stanford and Cornell?a sentiment which, with changes of personnel and lapse of time, has largely faded out, but which uas a real and picturesque element of "pioneer days." The Professor of German, the Professor of Pedagogy, the Professor of Civil Engineering, the youthful representative of the Greek department, even the President himself when discretion allows?these and many more chant a constant chorus in praise of the foster mother left behind. The home college has shown, too, a gracious and curious interest in us. When our appreciation t...