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:


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.


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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Post Armistice Concerns

Note: World War I as experienced by Yellow Springs will be the subject of this coming Sunday’s program at the Yellow Springs Senior Center.

100 years changes a lot, yet some concerns of November 1918 following the Armistice are of great concern today as shown in several Xenia Gazette excerpts.

There are numerous appeals for flu vaccination on all media, and it must not be forgotten that the flu outbreak of the time of World War I was just as deadly as the war itself:

Another hot topic of concern both today and then is immigration:

And finally, this article highlights  a similarity to the tone of today’s controversial social media:

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From the Antioch Bookplate Archives – 1980s Part 14

This group is the final selection from the 1980s, all designs for the Spring Christian/Inspirational catalog. Christian designs might have their own licenses or share licensed artists with the general market.

General designs for the coming year were introduced in the main catalog in the fall to take advantage of retailers making orders for holiday gift-giving season, and Christian designs were introduced in a separate catalog in the spring to coincide with the main Christian products trade show (although new general designs might be introduced a spring catalog supplement timed to coincide with the main book trade show).

B-275 is a licensed illustration from Ron Kimball.

B-276 is a licensed illustration from Jan Brett, better known for her children’s book illustrations.

B-277 was an illustration by Bessie Pease Gutmann (who made a specialty of infants and toddlers) licensed from the Balliol Corporation.

Antioch bookplate B-274


Antioch bookplate B-275


Antioch bookplate B-276


Antioch bookplate B-277


Antioch bookplate B-278


Antioch bookplate B-279


Antioch bookplate B-280


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Pioneering Days at Antioch — Part 4

Earlier excerpts can be found on the “Blog Multi-Part Series” tab, the sixth item down.

WHEN WE FIRST SETTLED in Yellow Springs there was much excitement over the land along the Little Miami river that Mr. Bryan, a Cincinnati soap manufacturer, had bequeathed to the State. At the demand of some ministerial association, the governor had refused to accept it because Bryan was an “atheist,” having made the condition that public religious services should not be held there. He also specified that there should be no discrimination on account of race or color. I never heard just what brand of “atheism” he professed, but a good many people felt it had not injured the hills and trees, so a mass meeting was called to remonstrate and we were fortunately numerous and vocal enough to get the legislature to accept the land—over the Governor’s veto. It is now Bryan State Park. There was considerable feeling about it and Arthur’s part in it was criticized in some quarters. Soon afterward, when the personnel director, Stanley Mathewson, was starting to Columbus one day, Arthur asked him to go to the State Fish Commission and ask them to stock Yellow Springs Creek in tn our Glen. He came home quite rampant. The three old men on the commission had asked him to show them on the map where the creek was. He did. They studied it a while and then asked, “Isn’t that very near that Bryan farm?” He answered that it was quite a separate stream. They studied the map a while longer and then gave their verdict, “No—we cannot let our little fishes go outside the jurisdiction of Jesus Christ.” He said he told them that if we got them they would be under the joint jurisdiction of Jesus Christ and Antioch College, but they were firm and we got no fishes.

The Little Miami gorge on Bryan Farm was the traditional destination of the May Walk, originated by Horace Mann “on the first pleasant Friday in May.” In our early days the food was always sent as near to the resting place as possible by truck, but as the present paths had not been made, all such supplies had to be lowered down the cliff by ropes to the picnic site, which was close to the river and further upstream than the present “shelter.” Those “May Walks” remain delightful memories in spite of the time all the faculty children got lost and had to be hunted in the dark!

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WHEN THE GROUP was comparatively small and imbued with the spirit of pioneering it was natural, I suppose, that we should feel more intimate. During the first few years there were many “co-op jobs” in Dayton and the group of girls and boys working there each organized a house to live in. We had sewing parties in our living room to hem curtains, etc., for them. I remember Lincoln Gibbs and some of the other faculty men came and helped baste. For several years Lincoln Gibbs read A Christmas Carol by our fireplace to the students on Christmas eve, and we had many parties there.

The drama readings that I started the first year in the Davis Street house developed into the Players the second year, with plays in Kelly Hall, but it was still rather informal. The faculty women were expected to supply scenery from their houses. I well remember when during a real formal tea I was giving for a New York dignitary, a freshman boy popped into the room and, pointing to one thing after another, announced, “I will take this and that and that.” It had to be explained to the visitor! Jean Putnam came in 1924, and under her direction the plays developed wonderful charm and finish. From such a start the Antioch Players gradually emerged.

Dr. Earp was responsible for the early interest in Gilbert and Sullivan. He sang very well and was a good leader. The faculty ladies’ Friday afternoon group made the chorus costumes for Pinafore. A later echo of those days came in 1940 when the Swinnertons gave a 21st birthday party for Frederick, of The Pirates of Penzance, who had the misfortune to be born on February 29. Dr. Earp was also responsible for the coming to Antioch of the person about whom one freshman wrote home, “The college has as a nurse a member of the English nobility,” “Lady Alice” Bingle.

Matilda Swinnerton is responsible for the Antioch song, “Thy Towers Are Goodly to Behold.” She was teaching in the Antioch School when Ernest Morgan was in the graduating class. She offered a prize to the writer of the best Antioch song. Ernest got pneumonia, but had the contest on his mind, and with a temperature of 104 degrees composed the song. He did get the prize.

We have, from the beginning, been more or less in touch with the American Friends Service Committee and its work abroad, and heard through them of the hard straits of musical people in Vienna. Arthur, who had from the beginning been trying to develop a musical program at Antioch, wrote them asking them to help a musician of quality. They recommended a Freulein Jüllig. Difficulties in travel, etc., developed, and when she appeared she was Mrs. Broda, and she brought her husband along. We had not the slightest idea in the beginning what a remarkable person was being added to our group. It would take a long article to do justice to the organization of young European liberals which Dr. Rudolf Broda had developed. It was called “The League for the Organization of Progress.” It included in the early days Ramsay MacDonald of England, Vandervelde of Belgium, Benes of Czechoslovakia, Briand of France, and others—then young and emerging statesmen to whose political philosophy he made substantial contributions. I shall not attempt that story, but cannot resist telling one or two of our favorite stories about Dr. Broda. First, the time he went to the Tea Room in great haste saying, “I want a three-minute egg—I must catch the bus in two minutes.” My favorite incident about Dr. Broda concerns the Heigho twins. Virginia found him frantically hunting someone to do some typing and offered to do it. She finished it and left it on his desk. He found it and shortly saw her sister, Katherine, out on the walk. He rushed up to her, bowing deeply as only he—at Antioch—did, and, not giving her a second in which to speak, he said, “I am so grateful to you, my dear young lady, for doing my typing. It has meant a great deal to me,” etc., etc. Finally she got in, “But I did not do it—it must have been my sister.” Then after more bows and abject apologies, “Oh, my dear young lady, I am so sorry. I did think it was you,” etc., etc. They parted. Before long he again saw Katherine and rushed up to her. The scene was exactly repeated: thanks, explanation, apologies and all. Finally he did find Virginia, and bowing to her asked, “My dear young lady, is this you or is it one of your sisters?”

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Program for the Centennial of Armistice Day

On Sunday November 11, 2018, the 100th anniversary of the armistice that ended World War I, local historian Dave Neuhardt will talk about Yellow Springs’ part in the Great War and how the war affected the town.

Yellow Springs Senior Citizens Center 2:00PM – 4:00PM. The program is open to the public and is free. Light refreshments will be served.

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The Grocery Picture – 62 Years Ago

For many years there were more than one general grocery store in the village, as shown by these ads taken from the October 1956 Centennial issue of the Yellow Springs News.

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Pearl Means – Three Events

Several of Pearl’s many facets are displayed in these three newspaper articles – her debutante party, a local benefit performance, and the death of her father.

The debtutante party can be seen as a sort of Downton-Abbey-on-the Ohio event, and a few things might need explanation for the modern visitor. Etiquette required that the eldest daughter be referred to without a first name (unlike younger daughters), and “toilet” referred not to plumbing, but as an alternative to “toilette,” the society term for one’s clothing.

The article on the benefit performance doesn’t indicate why a benefit was needed. The number of different acts must have made for an extremely long program.

Her father’s obituary includes a glimpse of his political career, in which it appears he was drafted for public office mainly because he had shown no interest in it.

Springfield Daily Republic, Sunday, December 26, 1886

Thursday’s Cincinnati Commercial Gazette devotes a great deal of space to an artistically written account of a social event in which Springfield will be warmly interested. It describes the debut socially of Miss Pearl Means, of Yellow Springs, a young lady greatly admired and well-known in this city. The account says:

“The parties which follow that given by Mr. and Mrs. William Means last night at the Queen City club, to introduce their daughter Miss Pearl, must be very superb indeed not to suffer by comparison. The entire south wing of the spacious clubhouse was en fete for the occasion, the state dining-room being used for the reception. The stair-case and corridors were lined with rare foliage plants, and groups of palms here and there formed attractive flirtation corners for the sentimentally inclined.

The hours were from 9 to 12 and 10 o’clock found the spacious reception-room filled with a brilliant company making the tour of presentation—the reception line included Mr. and Mrs. Means, Miss Means, Miss Pearl Means, Miss Sawyer, Miss Neff. Mrs. Means wore a magnificent toilette of white brocade and Spanish point. The train of satin, the petticoat veiled in masses of filmy lace. The square bodice was veiled in superb lace, and about her throat she wore a superb pendant of diamonds. Mrs. Means is a woman of very distinguished presence, and possesses in a marked degree what the French call the grand manner—and never has the superb hospitality of the Queen City been dispensed with more perfect or more courtly hospitality.

“Miss Means was very handsome in a train of rose-colored brocade, the flowers of which were in gold, amber and bronze relief, over a petticoat of point duchesse flounces and carried an immense bouquet of crimson roses.

“Miss Pearl, the debutante, in a charming white satin frock, with draperies of embroidered muslin de soie, carried two superb bouquets of rosebuds and lilies of the valley, and was looking radiant. She has a very delicate face, a perfect figure and brilliant color, and is pronounced by all the old beaux, from whose dictum there is no appeal, to be the prettiest debutante in years.

“Miss Sawyer is a very pretty Boston girl, who is going further West to pass the winter with relatives, and charmed all who met her by her graceful cordiality. She wore a lovely decollete toilet of white satin, veiled in voluminous draperies of dewdrop toile, with diamonds in her beautiful fair hair. Her bouquet also was of roses. Miss Neff was very handsome in a gown of white silk with lace draperies, and she, too, carried a great cluster of rosebuds, and was the center of an admiring circle the entire evening.

“There was delicious music and a little dancing, but it was pre-eminently a reception, and approached more nearly to the beautiful Delmonico parties than anything that we have seen in this city.”

After giving a description of the toilets and a list of the guests, among whom was the elite of Cincinnati, her suburbs, and, indeed, of the state, including such notables as Archbishop Elder, Marat Halstead, ex-Governor Hoadly and their ladies, the account concludes:

“Mrs. Means and daughter leave tomorrow for their county place, “The Woods” at Yellow Springs, and will return to the Grand after the holidays, when they will be at home on Thursdays.

Springfield Daily Republic, June 15, 1887


Given for the Benefit of the Summer Street Church at the Wigwam Last Night

A large audience listened to the concert and literary entertainment given at the wigwam last night by members of and for the benefit of the Summer street church (colored). A fine programme of music and recitations was rendered in a very meritorious manner, and received hearty applause. The programme was as follows:

Opening Chorus………………………………..Only an Emigrant
Address…………………Miss Pearl Means
Vocal Solo—“I[‘ll Await My Love.”………Miss Anna James
Dialogue……Misses Stella Alfred, Emma Donnelly and Addie Clemmings
Address—“Moving.”…Miss Ella Rose
Solo—“Robin Is Dead.”…..Miss Stella Alfred
Quaker Duet…..Mrs. M. Alfred and M. J. Coleman
Dialogue—“My Best Friend.”…..Masters Afred and Rose
Scenes in Wedded Life…..Mrs. Speaks and R. Walker
Addess—“Who M de the Speech?”…..Miss Mattie Donnelly
Recitation—“The Old Market Woman.”…..Miss Stella Alfred
Solo—“Dear Robin, I’ll Be True.”……Miss E. Ward
Dialogue—“Aunt Jemima’s Money.”……S Speaks and M. Alfred
Song and Chorus—Nellie Raking the Hay.”…..Messrs. Logan and Clemman, Mrs. James and Miss Ward
Solo—“Beggar Girl.”……Miss Pearl Means
Quartette—“Don’t Forget to Write Me, Darling.”……
Recitation—“My new Toy.”…..Master Alfred Burt
Solo—“Biddy McGee.”……Mr. W. Jones
Solo—Spring Time and Robins Have Come.”……Mrs. J. Sparks and Mr. R. Walker
Harmonies and Guitar……Messrs. James and Coleman
Solo—“Spider and the Fly.”……Miss Stella Alfred

All the numbers in the above programme were well received and some were of unusual excellence.

The Cincinnati Enquirer, July 29, 1921


Watches at Bedside
When William Means Dies at Yellow Springs Home.
Former Mayor of Cincinnati Father of Mrs. W. A> Julian, Reach Age of Ninety.

William Means, 90 years old, former Mayor of Cincinnati, died at his home in Yellow Springs, Ohio, yesterday morning. One of his three daughters, Miss Pearl Means, was at his side when the end came.

Although Mr. Means had been in failing health for several years his death came as a shock, as physicians had assured another of his daughters, Mrs. W. A. Julian, of East Auburn avenue, Cincinnati, when she sailed last Tuesday for Europe with her husband, W. A. Julian, shoe manufacturer and Democratic candidate for United States Senator at the last election, that her father was not in immediate danger.

Besides Miss Means and Mrs. Julian another daughter, Mrs. Pattie McElroy, of New York, survives him.

William Means was the son of Thomas W. and Sarah (Ellison) Means, of Lawrence County, Ohio, where he was born in 1832.

His father was an early settler, who came from South Carolina, and who was success in business and prominence in public affairs. He became active in iron before that inidustry was centralized around Pittsburg, and acquired the controlling interests in banks in Ironton, Ohio, and Ashland, Ky.

In his early years William Means became identified with his father’s iron and steel business and represented them in this market, passing so much time in Cincinnati that he made it his permanent home in the early seventies.

Here he also became associated with a Cincinnati bank and was prominent in Change, being elected Vice President of the Chamber of Commerce before an unusual turn of city administrative affairs lured him into politics.

When the more liberal element of the Republican party became dissatisfied with the policies of Mayor Charles Jacob, Jr., who had been elected to a two-year term in 1878, they let it be understood that they would support the opposition if a satisfactory nomination were made for the succession. Mr. Means was then a member of a coterie, largely Democratic, who lunched at the hotel at which he resided. He was a Democrat, but the fact that he had previously taken little active part in party contests induced this coterie to urge his nomination. After much hesitation he consented and was nominated.

The contest was spirited, but he defeated May Jacob for re-election on April 4, 1881, by a majority of less than 1,500 out of 45,000 votes, which was an unusually heavy poll of the citizenry.

Mayor Means’s administration of the city’s affairs was clean, conservative and efficient. His promised reforms were put into execution and carried out to the extent that he felt the purpose of his election had been achieved and steadfastly declined renomination.

After retirement from the Mayoralty he resumed his business activities, until approaching years prompted his retirement, when he purchased an estate at Yellow Springs, Ohio, where he had made his home.

For 40 years, while a resident of Cincinnati, Mr. Means maintained a summer home in Yellow Springs and a few years ago he went there to pass the remainder of his life.

Recently 20 acres of the estate were sold to the trustees of Antioch College for the purpose of establishing homes for Antioch faculty members.

Burial will be at Ironton, Ohio, but arrangements for the services will not be completed until relatives can get into wireless communication with Mrs. Julian.


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Pioneering Days at Antioch — Part 3

Note: Information on why the Scott Nearing referred to towards the end of this post may have been an alarming visitor for college officials, see his Wikipedia entry


STUDENT GOVERNMENT at Antioch is now so much a matter of course that it would probably be difficult for students of today to picture its birth struggles. In most colleges the idea of student government was then considered a failure, dangerous, and at best an outlet for student energy, while in reality only a sugar coating for faculty rule. Arthur was determined that at Antioch it should be real. He was told that since he himself was not a college man he could not know—but he persisted. I shall never forget a crucial test in which he at last won out. Some of the best jobs at that time were in a golf club factory. A number of valuable clubs were found missing, and the loss was traced to certain Antioch students. It was a very serious situation, and all the administration people except Arthur said, “This is no place where students can decide.” Arthur insisted that he would trust them. The student government officers spent most of the night working out a decision on the case, and Arthur spent all night thinking about them. In the morning they produced their decision and everyone — factory officials and faculty — agreed it could not be improved upon. That incident helped real student government to become accepted at Antioch.

Of course there were some students who came from other colleges and wanted Antioch to have the same “traditions” of hazing, football, etc., that they had seen elsewhere. Once with President and Dean both out of town, some students took a freshman who had made belittling remarks about the value of the football team and ducked him in the old horse trough on the Grinnell Road. It took quite a while to get the idea accepted that athletics were to be shared by everyone.

Another amusing contrast between Antioch standards and general small college mores was shown when a Harvard man visiting his brother here persuaded some students to put a cow in the assembly room (then on the first floor where general offices are now). The prank fell completely flat. The faculty took no part. Student government found out who did it and had those boys remove the cow and clean up—that was all.

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ANTIOCH had many interesting visitors in the early days. As our house was then the only one available for receiving guests, it was my pleasant lot to entertain such visitors. Ida Tarbell was one of the first. The night she was there at dinner in the regular dining room in North Hall the lights went out. Some boy started up, “Antioch will shine tonight.” All joined in and she was very amused.

At about the same time there arrived by auto Mr. and Mrs. Knutson from Denmark. They were supposedly camping out, but as it was during a pouring rain they were glad of our spare room. She did the driving, and he wrote on a typewriter about educational subjects as they went. He settled down at Antioch, and, with the college as headquarters, arranged an interchange of American and Danish students which continued for several years. That was a fine project, but it had some amusing sidestories. One American sixfooter arrived at a Danish home where they thought they were getting a little boy, and had only a crib for him to sleep in. Mary Antin, author of The Promised Land, came to Antioch several times, and was always welcome.

In 1923 I bought guest book to give Arthur as a Christmas present. On December 3 I was asked to drive to Dayton to hear Vachel Lindsay speak, and then bring him home, give him dinner, take him to “read” at the college, and then have a reception for him. Unfortunately the Dayton program did not go well, and he was clearly not in a good humor and declined the reception, saying he must retire early. Dinner seemed to revive him, and the college reading was a great success, so he wanted to sit by our fire afterwards. I had asked him privately to write in the guest book in his room, but as we sat by the fire he suggested I bring it to him there. We had the unusual experience of watching a poet write a poem! After each couplet he would read aloud all to that point. Here is the poem:


Here at Antioch the hearth-fire blazes,
Here at Antioch the kettle boils.
Happy here, the guest will watch the wood-flame
Leap and write and draw in its magic coils
Heiroglyphics curing all our toils.
Here the coffee comes to cheer the heart—
Here the conversation helps the cup,
Here the house can whisper like the forest—
Here the sun is up, the moon is up,
Sunbeams, moonbeams, coming from the hearth-fire—
Starbeams coming from the kindly eyes.
Here the guest will learn the way to wisdom,
Here the bread and butter make us wise—
Served with thoughts of just the proper size.

About the same time I found at about 5:30 m that Seumas MacManus would dine with us. I rushed out and got a T-bone steak in his honor and had the end ground up as hamburger for the family. Arthur, as per schedule, cut Mr. McManus a piece of the tenderloin only to have it declined in a strong brogue, “May I be after having some ground meat—my teeth are very poor.” So the family got the best pieces.

In those years, it was the thing for the radicals in every college student body to “try out” their faculty by privately inviting Scott Nearing to speak. Arthur was away when it happened at Antioch. Phil Nash and I consulted and decided it would be best to invite him to stay at our house and to speak at the regular college assembly. We all enjoyed him personally. My then young daughter gave him a very high grade because he made his own bed. The students listened with enjoyment, but under normal conditions. One important student employer at once remonstrated over the phone. Phil Nash asked him pleasantly if he believed in vaccination for smallpox. The mas admitted he did, and all went well.

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From the Antioch Bookplate Archives — 1980s Part 13

The group of bookplate designs emphasizes the increasing influence of licensed designs, since none of them came from in-house artists.

B-258 and B-265 were designs licensed from Mary Engelbreit, an illustrator of durable appeal, whose designs on Antioch Bookplate products were perennial best sellers.

B-259 is a design by Bessie Pease Gutmann.

B-260 by Koren Trygg is a design that was used in coordinating social book products once Antioch Publishing acquired the Webway album company (which later led to Creative Memories).

B-261 came from Ron Kimball.

B-262 was by Lynn Bywaters Ferris of Sunrise Publications.

B-263 came from Frame House Gallery.

B-266 is an illustration from the Knopf Classic Fairy Tales edition of the Mad Hatter’s Tea Party in Alice in Wonderland done by Armand Eisen.

Antioch bookplate B-258

B-258 (later 0018-3)

Antioch bookplate B-259


Antioch bookplate B-260


Antioch bookplate B-261


Antioch bookplate B-262


Antioch bookplate B-263



B-265 (later 0021-3)

Antioch bookplate B-266


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