Pioneering Days at Antioch — Part 7

Lucy Morgan describes some of the industrial activity associated with Antioch – bronze, bookplates and shoes.

Additional Notes:

Picture of Amos Mazzolini working on the bust of Paderewski taken  from Why They Came (an index of entries to the book can be found by clicking the “Blog Multi-Part Series” tab above).

Antioch Bookplate design RV

RV (“Rogers Vertical”)

Bruce Rogers also did a design for the Antioch Bookplate Company (with a horizontal variation) that was ordered by institutions throughout the life of the company

A previous post on Antioch Shoes (with an illustration) can be found here.


THE ANTIOCH FOUNDRY had a rather interesting start. A Mr. Paulo of New York wrote Arthur in 1925, asking if he might do a bust of him, and saying that it would take only a few days. It was arranged he should do it at “Jacob’s Pillow,” the abandoned Berkshire farm we had bought in 1915 as a place in which to start our educational experiment, not yet sold to Ted Shawn. The only hitch in the plan seemed to be that Mr. Paulo was so glad to be out of New York and in the mountains that he stayed on and on, but paid well for his board by doing for me a lovely relief head of our daughter Frances. Arthur was at that time searching for possibilities of small industries for the Antioch environment. Mr. Paulo described the “lost wax” process of bronze casting. This appealed to Arthur as an ancient art on which almost no modern research had been done. Of course, Mr. Paulo knew “just the man to run it.” That man was an Italian with a wife and nine children, then living in Rome. By much effort Arthur secured permission for them to come to America, and they quite added to the interest of village life. It turned out that he only wanted Arthur’s help to get to America, and he soon left to work for the Roman Bronze Works in Brooklyn. As he declined to learn English, it was a real relief to have Amos Mazzolini take over. The bust of Arthur by Paulo was cast at the foundry.

In 1924, when Arthur was hunting for help for Antioch, Bruce Rogers, the famous printer who was then associated with William Rudge, offered to provide the whole design for Antioch Notes, including the drawing of the towers, and the selection of type first used. This design was used for the first ten years or more of Antioch Notes. Also Rudge offered to take a pair of student “co-ops.” The fist of these were Walter Kahoe and Ernest Morgan. This training made them such ardent printers that the Antioch Press, the beginning of which we owe to Philip Nash, used them both in the early days, Walter during its largely formative time. As students these two had started the Antioch Bookplate Company, of which Ernest is now president. Theses are two of Yellow Springs’ small industries that have persisted.

One noteworthy small industry never came to the point of locating its factory at Yellow Springs, but it has the Antioch name, and has had a remarkable influence in American life. In 1926 there appeared at Antioch a man who was an efficiency expert in shoe factories. He knew both the last manufacturers and the shoe makers, and was convinced it was not malice on the part of anyone that caused women’s shoes to be so different in shape from the feet that were to wear them. Each side told him they would like to see the shoes improved. This man, Edward Mathews, cared so much for feet that he was known to take off the street and into a store to be fitted some strange child whose feet he could see were being badly cramped by poor shoes. At the same time Arthur, through his talks with the college physicians and with foot specialists, had become concerned over the effect of high heels on student health, and had been looking vainly for a make of shoes that would be both good-looking and hygienically right. Not finding any such shoes he was considering the possibility of a shoe factory at Antioch.

So Edward Mathews’ coming was opportune. When he heard of Arthur’s dream of a self-supported college he proposed that if Antioch would contribute the name and the management, he could supply the know-how and we would have a factory at Yellow Springs that would largely suffice to run the College. He has already made well-modeled shoes for his wife, and as my feet were the same size he got me some too. They were a wonderful relief to me. Arthur asked Mathews to go around among the eastern trustees to get their opinions of him and the idea. He won them all to his plan. In the Antioch Shoe he introduced to America women’s shoes that were both beautiful and healthful. Nearly everyone now forgets that up to that time there were no attractive shoes for women that were built with any regard for what feet are like, and that almost no designers or manufacturers of style shoes had any knowledge or interest in the anatomy of the human foot. In an amazingly short time he had so effectively labored with and educated the shoe industry that a revolution in shoe design took place. This did not financially benefit Antioch, but the women of America owe Edward Mathews a debt of gratitude, and Antioch Shoes are still a credit to the name.

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J. Peery Miller Memoirs — Part 2

[Part 1 can be seen here.]

Although the picture mentioned in the post is missing, this shows a typical suit of the kind J. Peery Miller would have worn as a child.

Mother made frequent visits to uncle Samuel’s to help in caring for her father in his declining years. Being less trouble to care for if taken along than if left at home, I frequently shared these trips with her, and many were the good times I had in this house playing with the numerous children of uncle Samuel’s family a list of whom I will give later on.

Memory does not very accurately recall events of our childhood of a period earlier than four or five years of age, yet impressions remain of how I toddled around the house and yard, innocently amusing myself as children do at that age. A particular style of dress of boys of an early age I distinctly remember. I wish I could fittingly describe it. It consisted of a waist and pants combined with buttons in the back, made of some homespun material – woolen for winter wear and linen or cotton for summer. Not style but comfort was the thought of our mothers sixty years ago. In my youth the spinning wheel and loom as a family industry had been discarded, but the fruits of this primitive machinery were still apparent. Pieces of flannel previously woven from the wool of the sheep raised on the farm, or linen made from flax of our own raising, had been stored away for future use. Some of this cloth, perhaps, had already seen service as blankets or garments, and now as thoroughly renovated second-hand material, not badly worn, under mother’s skillful hands was made into clothing for the later born. This was all right. All good mothers did this. All the country boys of our neighborhood were treated alike in this respect. I do not remember of ever uttering a protest against wearing clothes made from cloth of garments previously worn by other members of the family. The suits were new to me, and as mother had made them, of course, they were all right.

Later in the 50’s woolen cloth was purchased direct from the Springfield woolen mill, generally in exchange for the annual wool-clip of our own sheep. Now we boys were sure of having our suits made from brand new cloth, but the tailoring was still done by mother, or by her direction.

In father’s account book for the year 1861 is this item:

                            -Mr. Stephen Phillips- Dr.

                            1861

                            Jan. 3 To 12 bushels of corn at 25 cts per bu. ……… $3.00

                           June 5, Mr. Stephen Phillips Cr.

                           By one coat for Peery J. ………………………….$3.00

This was my first store-made coat. Twelve bushels of corn paid for it.

The child picture of myself is a photograph of a daguerreotype taken when I was either six or seven years old. My brother Milton was attending school at Antioch college during this period. On one of his vacation or week-end visits, he decided that I ought to have my picture taken. Whether this decision was prompted by a worthy desire to possess the likeness of his little brother or for the purpose of testing the artist’s ability to indelibly stamp my expressions of pride in my personal attire is still an unanswered question. This much I do know – the facts having been substantially authenticated by statements of interested parties later in life: – That little coat with seven buttons, six of which shine out so prominently in the picture, was once the property of my beloved cousin, N. Delmont McReynolds. Cousin Delmont had outgrown this beautiful blue velvet garment, and his mother, my aunt Mary, like all good aunt Marys, kindly handed it over to her sister, my mother, for further service in the family. Delmont’s loss was my gain.

A little retouching by mother’s skillful hands and the addition of a nice white frill around the collar made the old look new – a perfect fit for me. With clean face and hands (!) and richly adorned with this new outfit I was ready to go with brother Milton to the daguerreotype office. A trip to town was much enjoyed as it gave opportunity to see city sights of great interest to a country boy. This particular trip was especially noteworthy because I was to have my picture taken by that wonderful process of Daguerre at the most impressionable age. The artist was J. Coss, East Main street, Springfield, O. the price of the picture and case was one-dollar, which amount Milton paid with a single one-dollar silver piece.

The case containing the original daguerreotype I gave to my daughter Elsie Palmer. The photographs of this original were taken by Baumgardner, S.Fountain Ave., Springfield, O., in the year 1914. (See p. )

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From the Antioch Bookplate Archives — 1990s Part 2

It should surprise no one by now that we find more cats and teddy bears as subjects,  interpreted by well-known children’s book illustrators.

B-287 is by Jane Dyer

B-288 is by Michael Hague, based on “Old Mother West Wind” by Thornton Burg

B-289 is by Heather Cooper

B-290 is by Mary Engelbreit

B-291 is by Lesley Anne Ivory

B-292 is by Jill Barklem, from her British “Brambly Hedge” book series. Antioch Publishing by this time had a U.K. subsidiary, and occasionally there would be designs specifically created for that market.

B-294 was one of the increasingly rare designs not taken from a licensed property. It became a classic that appeared in a number of subsequent catalogs.

B-297 is taken from a popular book series (also adapted for television0 by Stan and Jan Berenstain

Antikoch bookplate B-287

B-287

Antioch bookplate B-288

B-288

Antioch bookplate B-289

B-289

Antioch bookplate B-290

B-290

Antioch bookplate B-291

B-291

Antioch bookplate B-292

B-292

Antioch bookplate B-294

B-294

Antioch bookplate B-297

B-297

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Glen Helen as Laboratory

Most of our awareness of Glen Helen is as a recreational area, but it has also long been a source of scientific study in a number of fields.

The following newspaper clippings demonstrating the scientific approach to Glen Helen were gathered by Mary E. Morgan, have handwritten date notations but lack source notations.


1927[?]

GEOLOGISTS PROBE MOUND AT ‘YELLOW SPRINGS’

YELLOW SPRINGS, Sept. 18.—Investigation of the famfous “yellow spring” from which this town takes its name and which geologists think has been flowing continuously for at least 40,000 years, will be continued by the geology department of Antioch College this fall.

For the past two years college geologists have been tunneling through an orange-red mound which is about 450 feet across and 75 feet high, deposited by the spring, for specimens of fossils.

This year they are planning a series of experiments on the source of the spring, its exact rate of flow and the steps by which it deposits its material at the astonishing rate of four tons a year.

The finding of fossil skulls of five rabbits six years ago in the mound, showed that the rabbits belonged to a species now found only in semi-arid regions. The discovery proved that the climate of southwestern Ohio has not always been the same.

The method to be used by the party in an effort to find the source of the spring, will be to bore a succession of holes in the surrounding territory, insert rock-salt in each hole, and note how soon, if at all, the salt shows up in the spring.


May 30, 1928

ANTIOCH SCIENTISTS PRY INTO FAMOUS YELLOW SPRING TO LEARN ITS SECRETS

Where does the “yellow spring” come from? Flowing at the steady rate of 100 gallons a minute, the 40,000-year-old spring which gives Yellow Springs its name has been the subject of wild conjecture. Some have said that its source is an underground glacial lake; there, that it comes from an underground river rising somewhere in eastern Ohio—or maybe Pennsylvania.

Now Antioch College scientists are out to prove that the spring is a local phenomenon. With a large enough gravel deposit, they say, and thirty-nine inches of rainfall a year, one-fourth to one-half a square mile would be sufficient to collect all the water the spring discharges.

With the help of Prof. C. E. Owen of the physics department, and using equipment similar to that used to determine geological structure in the oil fields, Allan F. Matthews, fellow in the Antioch Geology Department, is measuring the electrical conductivity of the ground on the site of the “yellow spring.” Two automobile steering-rods are sunk, and an electrical current run between them with the ground serving as part of the circuit. The current will vary not only with the distance between the rods, but with the ground material through which the current goes. Fluctuations in the amount of current should indicate the depth of the gravel deposit over the underlying limestone.

Excavation of the yellow spring mound for fossil remains, begun two years ago, is still being continued.


1964

Glen Helen’s New Projects To Be Explained

YELLOW SPRINGS—New outdoor research projects for Yellow Springs’ natural area, Glen Helen will be described at a meeting of the Glen Helen Association Saturday,. The meting is scheduled for 1:30 p.m. At the Indian Mound near the eastern entrance to the nature preserve.

Projects outlined by Dr. Kenneth Hunt, Glen Helen director, include the creation and maintenance of a prairie, studies of stream flow, a natural history study of Clifton Gorge, the effect of crowding on animal populations, and possible recreational uses of the southern part of the glen.

Funds for these projects according to Dr. Hunt, will come partly from a National Science Foundation grant, and partly from the Glen Helen Association’s support of the Trailside Museum. The latter building at the western entrance to the glen, has previously been supported by Antioch College as a public service.

Russell B. Stewart, president of The Miami Deposit Bank here, will head a drive to double association membership. Paid members now total 376, of which more than two-thirds are residents of Dayton , Springfield, Xenia, and other parts of the country.

The association has earned national recognition among conservation groups for its successful resistance to a proposed routing of a state highway and a local gravity sewer main through the glen. These campaigns resulted in the national awards from the American Motors Foundation and the Izaak Walton League.

Photo courtesy of Antiochiana

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Pioneering Days at Antioch — Part 6

An index to previous parts of Pioneering Days at Antioch (as well as The Story of Glen Helen mentioned in this part) can be found by clicking the “Multi-Part Blog Posts” tab above.

This post covers Lucy Morgan’s interaction with Hugh Taylor Birch.

PROBABLY THE MOST PICTURESQUE EXPERIENCE of my life was finding Hugh Taylor Birch. In February, 1929, my friend Sara Chambers and I decided we were too deep in ‘”ruts.” I bought a little two door sedan. Harris Peckham, an Antioch student, made it over so we could sleep in it, and off we went. The college badly needed money , and Arthur was in California hunting finances. Just before I left for Florida, Fressa Inman called me in and told me of a wealthy man who had all but graduated in 1869 and could help, but that the college had never been able to get the slightest response from him, and would I try? The address she gave us was Bonnet House, Fort Lauderdale. When we arrived there I inquired for such a hotel all in vain until almost ready to give up. Then I found that he was an almost fabulous figure there, and that Bonnet House was his difficult-to-reach home. When we found it a few miles from Fort Lauderdale, a sign at the entrance warned all intruders to stay out, but we dared all and drove in along half a mile of sandy, rutty road to a lonesome gate with a little bell, but nothing happened. Just before my courage gave out an auto drove up behind me with a very elderly man in the back seat. Said I, “Could this be Mr. Birch?” Said he, “Could this be Mrs. Morgan? I’ve been looking for you for days.” We were made completely at home. As luck would have it, Sara Chambers and I are both truly interested in trees and plants, and neither of us is afraid of walking in wild places. That little fact probably won Mr. Birch for Antioch. He told us he knew no other women who would so wander about with him. We had a really delightful time seeing all his rare plants, and he asked us to come again, but solemnly warned me, “Never ask me to go to Yellow Springs. I was badly treated there and nothing can induce me to go back.” So I could not give the College a very hopeful report.

The next summer the papers were full of the accounts of another Florida hurricane. Remembering Mr. Birch’s worries over his coconut palms, which had greatly suffered in the earlier storm, I wrote him that I hoped they were not badly hit again. My letter seemed to awaken his interest. After he had investigated and been assured that we lived sufficiently well for him to visit us (as I heard directly), he wired me he would stop for lunch with us. In those days he was good company and really lonesome for companionship. He and Arthur found a great deal in common in their love of the out-of-doors. He liked our house (the “Morgan house” on Limestone Street), though he said it was “quite too small.” Lottie, my cook and friend, and I learned to serve him the meals he had decided on, alfalfa tea, yolks of eggs without any whites, etc., etc. Remembering his early days in the Glen as a boy and later as a student under Edward Orton (then a science teacher at Antioch, and later State Geologist, and President of Ohio State University), he conceived the plan of purchasing the Glen as a memorial to his daughter, Helen, who had died a few years before. He spent a good deal of time with us as he annexed tract after tract of land along Yellow Springs Creek and the Little Miami River to complete his dream of “Glen Helen.” Almost at once he demanded “a book about it.” Allyn Swinnerton and Ondess Inman complied with good scientific descriptions. He looked them over and said, “This is not what I want.” But no one could find out what he did want, so Anona Spitler, an Antioch graduate, and I went to visit him in his summer home in Massachusetts to see if we could solve the problem. When we settled down to it, it did not take long to find that he wanted a book about Hugh Taylor Birch, and as his life had been really interesting, we got along very well writing “The Story of Glen Helen.” Then he got me to superintend building and furnishing a new home at the southern end of Glen Helen, and he settled down to enjoy it all.

To me, his story is not complete without one little incident. Some years before, soon after Arthur acquired the Yellow Springs parts of the Glen, a Mr. Bailey, of the class of ’69, president of the First National Bank of St. Paul, arranged for a little tablet by the “Wishing Spring” in memory of his wife. It was made at the Antioch Foundry and placed. We knew she had been “Kate” to Hugh Birch’s “Petruchio” back in the first Shakespearean play ever to have been presented by American college students. That was in 1869 (see the Atlantic Monthly of July, 1872), but we were not prepared for Mr. Birch’s reaction to the tablet, “What did he put that up for? She cared more for me than she did for him.” An epitome of ambition, leaving affection behind for someone else to enjoy.

In the story of Glen Helen, Mrs. Jessie Armstrong’s part must be told. She proposed to Arthur in 1926 a memorial at Antioch to her husband. The Glen had been purchased, but was still unpaid for. She said it was just the sort of thing he would have liked, and she paid for it. In 1928 when Mr. Birch wanted it, Arthur said, “But it is already given as a memorial.” Mr. Birch brushed that aside with, “Oh, let her give something else.” That did not seem to us just the proper proceeding, but we did let Mrs. Armstrong know of the proposal, and she generously said, “Surely I will let him have it.” She then gave the money for the college power plant, which though not so romantic was also a valuable asset to the college, as well as an appropriate memorial to her engineer husband. She surely won the gratitude of us all. Mrs. Orlo G. Price, who purchased the tract to the southeast of the original Glen as a memorial to her father, was similarly unselfish in relinquishing it to Mr. Birch and in using the money to establish a ‘faculty fund” at Antioch.

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Celebrating Small Businesses in Yellow Springs

Several previous posts in this blog have featured local small businesses through the village’s history (see here, here and here). The actors may change, but the play downtown we hope will always be a festival of small businesses.

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J. Peery Miller Memoirs — Part 1

Beginning in the fall of last year this blog shared “Memories of a Yellow Springs Family” (an index to the blog posts can be found under the “Blog Multi-Part Series” tab above) by Della Miller, inspired by the writing of her father, John Peery Miller, teacher in the Yellow Springs schools and later professor of history at Antioch College.

This post begins J. Peery Miller’s own memories. Sadly, the PDF of the hand-typed document from which this is transcribed did not include the illustrations mentioned, but it is hoped that Miller’s descriptions will be adequate to give a mental image of a life that moved through farm life,  the Civil War, and academia.


INTRODUCTORY

Our Bible record, written by my father in bold, print-like characters gives my birthday as May 7, 1847. This was 70 years ago. As I look back over this period of three score and ten years — a period of great length when considered by youthful minds, but very short as I look at it now — I feel inclined to jot down some of the events of my life which might be of interest to my children and grandchildren, especially the latter who are just now very alert and inquisitive. In doing this I shall write in the simplest manner possible with slight regard for literary style or finish.

As we become older we are inclined to look backward and to call to mind the happenings of our childhood. Then we wonder how it was with our parents in youth; where did they live? what amusements did they have? what work did they do as helpers in the family?” where did they go to school? advantage and disadvantages of schooling at that particular period? Sunday school and church? neighbors and neighborhood amusements? — in fact, everything that went to make up the every day experience of boys and girls in early life.

Each individual knows his own history but not enough care is taken to give his descendants the benefit of it. How much I would appreciate a knowledge of just a few facts relating to the family home-life of my father during his childhood in Botertourt county, Virginia. No doubt he freely talked to the older members of our family when home topics of early life were fresh in mind, but nothing was recorded and memory is treacherous.

The busy life of our parents, their interest in new and, at the time, more important events, crowded out of mind thoughts of the old. The questioner and informer alike are silent until death deprives us of the sources of much valuable personal history.

J. P. M.

EARLY HISTORY

The early history of my father’s family has been briefly mentioned in the genealogy of the Millers published in the year 1913. This was necessarily brief as the work was chiefly genealogical, not biographical.

My grandparents on my father’ s side died before I was born, and as photography was not yet discovered and portrait painting seldom resorted to by those who gained a lively hood by the sweat of the brow, I am deprived of the pleasure of knowing them by their pictures. My maternal grandmother, Elizabeth (McCleave) Smith, died Nov. 13, 1849, leaving no photograph of herself. My impressions of her are such as a child would receive from the few incidental remarks of my mother in reference to incidents of her early life. For many reasons, not easily explained, I imagine she looked and acted like my mother, being physically vigorous and active and possessed a mild and winning disposition. I was only two and one-half years old at the time of grandmother Smith’s death, therefore too young to retain personal impressions of this sad event, though I have been told that it was my mother’s custom to take me with her on horse-back when she made her frequent visits to her old home in the interest of her parents.

I remember grandfather Smith quite well as his death did not occur until Aug. 12, 1856. I was then nine years old. I am glad to present a photograph of this grand old man, which was taken from an original daguerreotype, a process of picture-taking just coming into general use. I should judge that the original daguerreotype picture was taken about the year 1854.

The pathway for footmen or horsemen from our home to grandfather Smith’s followed Donnel creek south. A glance at the map of Bethel School District, Clark Co., O., herein attached (pg. ), shows the course of this creek as it winds its way through our farm (John Miller’s), crossing the Springfield and New Carlisle pike near the Bethel cemetery, then south-west through the woods on the Wallace farm, thence across a corner of uncle David Miller’s farm, thence across Uncle Henry Miller’s to Samuel Smith’s place of 209 acres. This last was my grandfather’s home where my mother, Joanna Smith, was born, December 27, 1806. (For a brief account of the early life and migrations of my mother’s grandparents, Rev. Peter Smith and his wife, see “Early Settlers and Early Times on Donnels Creek and Vicinity”, written by my brother, Samuel S. Miller, and published in the year 1887; also General J. Warren Keifer’s ancestral in appendix to his 2nd volume of “Slavery and Four Years of War”, G. P. Putnam’s Sons, 1900). Brother Samuel mentioned the fact that grandfather built a new hewed log house on this place in the year 1811, hence I infer that my mother was born in a primitive cabin located near by. At five years of age she could have witnessed the building of the new “commodious story and a half log” structure which accommodated this branch of the Smith family until prosperity enabled them to build an up-to-date brick residence twenty-two years later (1833). In a dilapidated condition the brick building is still standing (1916), though for many years unoccupied as a residence. (See kodak snapshots, p. ). Here is wher I used to see grandfather Smith in the days of his old age and decrepitude. After his wife’s death in the year 1849 grandfather lived with my mother’s brother Samuel, who occupied the house and farmed the home place

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From the Antioch Bookplate Archives – 1990s part 1

Kitten and teddy bears continue to be popular, and there was more exploration of noted children’s book illustrators’ work.

It was about this time that the first of many shifts in bookplate numbering began, leading eventually to increasing challenges in proofreading catalogs. For an explanation of product numbering complications, see this previous post .

B-267 — Classic design by Jan Brett who was best known for her children’s book illustrations.

B-268 — by Lynn Hollyn

B-269 — A scene by Eisen Durwood from the Knopf Classic Fairytales edition of The Wind in the Willows

B-270 — Taken from the Graeme Base illustrations in Animalia

B-281 — The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles from Mirage Studios, although a successful television program, did not carry that success over to a bookplate design.

B-284 — by Jan Hagara

B-285 —Paddington Bear

B-286 — Garfield continued to be popular

Antioch bookiplate B-267

B-267

Antioch bookplate B-268

B-268

Antioch bookplate B-269

B-269

Antioch bookplate B-270

B-270

Antioch bookplate B-281

B-281

Antioch bookplate B-284

B-284

Antioch bookplate B-285

B-285

Antioch bookplate B-286

B-286

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Pioneering Days at Antioch — part 5

The section presents of real miscellany of odd occurrences, including a few involving animals,  connected to Antioch.

AMONG THE EARLY STUDENT we had a great variety of background. One girl confided to me that she had never been on a train until she started to Antioch. Another girl from the hills had heard of doorbells, but never heard one. She went to call at a faculty house on the Lawn and put her finger on the button. It happened that the bell was out of order, but the hostess was watching and opened the door anyway. Pretty soon the girl heard a repetition of the sound that she had happened to hear as she touched the button, and she said, “Your doorbell is ringing.” The noise she heard was our Griscom’s donkey—Cleo—“hee-hawing”!

Some amusing memories about faculty are closely associated with these early days. We have had many a chuckle over the time Bruce Hanchett and Mary Magruder decided to “play postman” after finding all the Swinnertons’ love letters of past years which were carefully put away in their storeroom (a back shed). Those of us who found the letters in our mail boxes were forced for a time to suppress our smiles in public because the parents of the children took it so hard, but now we can all laugh about it. One great excitement was when Ann Putnam and Day Lesierson, about four-year-olds, were found “sliding” on the mansard roof of the Mills House, three stories up.

The story of how Albert Liddle drove off from a filling station without knowing that his wife, who had been asleep on the back seat, had gotten out of the car, how she and the local police had the police at the next town notified to stop him, how he found out before reaching there and went back for her, and the troubles they had to convince the police in both towns that the lady was not a gay deceiver but really his legitimate wife—can never be quite appreciated without hearing her tell it.

There are some very old Antioch stories that I have never seen in print that should not be lost. One is of a one-time candidate for President of the College who was making a trial address in Kelly Hall. He put his hat on the floor of the stage in the place where the college cat was used to sit during assemblies. The cat spent the whole time circling around the hat, which made the candidate so nervous he could not talk well, and he did not become president. Another was that the Crown Prince of dismembered Poland applied for a position on the faculty, but Horace Mann would not appoint him because he used tobacco! He was looking for a refuge from secret agents who were trying to extinguish the Polish royal line—and certainly needed one, for soon afterward he was stabbed to death in Covington, Kentucky.

While the Mills family still lived in the big house, there an English “remittance man” who had his home nearby on the Dayton pike, on what is now the Will Husted farm. His generous-sized checks came in envelopes with a most impressive coat-of-arms on them. He fell in love with a niece in the Mills family, and gave her expensive presents, the climax being a piano that had to be brought by wagon all the way from the East. Soon after she got it she eloped with another man, leaving a note for him saying she had never cared for him, but only tried to get all the gifts from him that she could. He—poor man—retired into almost complete seclusion. When he died he was buried in the cemetery here with this inscription:

CLEMENT WESTBROOK MICHAEL

Died near Yellow Springs, October 15, 1858

A Native of England”

Herbert Ellis tells me that Michael had a hall built where Antioch students were invited to come and dance—that in the 1850’s.

Admirers of Emerson may be interested to know that when he visited the Horace Manns he liked to sit in their house at the window overlooking the campus, which corresponded to the one in the library to the east of the front door, the library having been built on the foundation of the Horace Mann House after it burned down.

Those who enjoy The Marble Faun should know that Adeline Shepard, the Antioch girl who went with the Hawthornes to Europe and was portrayed as Hilda, had as her room the northeast one of the third floor of North Hall. Bessie Totten supplied me with this information.

I also like the story of how Edward Everett Hale brought the $100,000 all in gold, to fulfill the conditions of the agreement between the Christian denomination and the American Unitarian Association, whereby the American Unitarian Association would take control of Antioch. I told this to one of his daughters-in-law, and she said, “Oh how father must have enjoyed doing that!” (The A.U.A. never did take complete control.)

Most of these pictures of the remote past of Antioch I had from Miss Eleanor Lewis, one of the most delightful persons possible. Her family came our from New York State in Horace Mann’s time. She knew Mrs. Mann and all her circle of friends well. She knew first-hand stories of such matters as Hawthorne’s love affairs. One of her tales concerns Antioch only as it took place in the old house, formerly a faculty residence, that became the first home of the Fels Fund. The housewife there kept telling Mrs. Lewis that a very queer thing was happening. Every day there would be just one of several crocks of her milk in which the cream would be partly gone. She had them all covered with wooden covers, and the one that had been disturbed might be at any place on the shelf in the cellar. Finally she sat down where she could watch, and when all was quiet, along came a rat—who ran over the covers till he found a small knothole, which she had never noticed, in one of the covers. Through it he put his tail, then pulled it up covered in cream, licked it off, and repeated till he had got all the cream within reach.

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Armistice Day in Greene County

As reported in the Xenia Gazette.

Don’t forget the Yellow Springs Historical Society program on Yellow Springs in World War I this Sunday.

BEDLAM REIGNS FROM DAWN TO LATE AT NIGHT

In a bedlam of noise of every description, made by all manner of devises, Xenians celebrated from the gray dawn of Monday, until late at night the return of world peace.

They hanged Bill Hohenzollern [Note: refers to the defeated Kaiser] in effigy then shot him down from the rope on which he dangled in the branches of a tree on the court house square. They dragged his tattered remains about the streets behind an auto truck, in the nondescript parade in which nearly everybody gleefully took part.

There was little organization about Xenia’s celebration, but everyone wanted to take his and her part in it.

In common with Xenia every town in Greene county had its own celebration on the same order only on a little smaller scale. Ingenuity was taxed in an effort to make a little more noise than somebody else could make, and in a more unique manner.

Railroad men from the Pan Handle round house trailed behind an auto truck, a locomotive bell mounted on its own little truck with wheels which allowed it to be pulled along the streets. It was painted red, white and blue, and a small dog carried in the arms of one of the men was also decorated with paint in the national colors. All day and until late at night the truck with its clanging bell was driven about the streets, giving everybody within hearing the impression that a locomotive was about to plunge about him.

Another truck trailed a motley and elaborate collection of old tin vessels of all description. Rifles fired blank cartridges into the air and torpedoes and revolvers added to the noise. The old west end fire engine house bell was mounted on another truck and its clanging brought memories of other days.

The parade, headed by the Moose band was about ten squares in length, and it traversed the principal down town streets. The Jenkins colored band also took part in the procession.

After paraders disbanded the young soldiers from the two training units at Wilberforce University, who had been invited to come to the city and take part in the celebration, arrived in town, headed by the university band. Both the men from the A and B units drilled on the court house lawn under command of Lieutenant Piper. They made an excellent appearance, and showed the value of their army training. The boys of the S.A.T.C. while not in uniform executed their drills in good form.

After the Yellow Springs celebration was over in the afternoon about 100 decorated automobiles from that place drove to Xenia and paraded the streets. Another delegation of decorated cars from Jamestown came to Xenia in the evening and took part in the general jollification which was still being held there.

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