| Summary: | Newsletter of the North Dakota School for the Deaf. THE NORTH DAKOTA BANNER The Washington State School had an exhibit from both the literary and industrial departments of that school at the Alaska-Yukon-Exposition held last season, and has just received a diploma and notice of an award of a silver medal for excellence.—The Kentucky Standard. An esteemed exchange holds that the use of the word “professor’’ Inis become so exclusive that it can now be properly applied only to corn doctors, fellows that go up in balloons and those other fellows who pull rabbits and things from your pockets.—The Kentucky Standard. The Governor of West Virginia has appointed a Mr. 11. Crarv Montague superintendent of the School Deaf ami the Blind. The 7ahh highly of him and says he has had considerable experience as a teacher, is a man of wide social and commercial range, and possesses the happy capacity of making friends among all classes.— The (La.) Pelican. The mercury has been down close to the zero mark for several days past. Our ice house has been tilled with nice clear ice between four and five inches thick.—Kentucky Standard. Come up hero where the mercury has been hovering around 20 degress below zero and the ice is 14 inches thick, to gettiie real thing or go up to Minnesota. — The (Jowa) Deaf Hawk eye. The other evening at a social affair I saw a sister and brother, a young woman and a young man, who only a few years ago were absolutely wooden as a result of pure oral training. After they got out of school their English, and their Grammar improved through association with their fellow deaf. Gradually this association forced out the wood and in its place we have an educated couple, happy. the one a charming matron and social leader, the other a man with a good trade acquired since he left school, and one handy in debate, discussion, repartee, and an all around good fellow. But they had a mighty narrow escape. There are others—plenty of ’em, and the fellow who gets up and points with pride to himself as a mollycoddle of oral-ism has lots to learn.—Alexander L. Pack in Silent Worker. *r \Ym. Ulrich, a graduate of the Iowa school, and for a short time a student at Gallaudet, now hold down the telegraph desk of Seattle’s big daily, the Post- Intelligencer. Mr. Ulrich is an all-around printer and newspaper man, being able to take hold and make good at most any place. He has spent considerable time in Alaska and while there was news correspondent of the Post-Intelligencer. He is another shining example that the oralists have failed to discover. Although a semi-mute he does not read tho lips. The Post-Intelligencer now has four deaf employes—Mr. Ulrich in editorial department, another in ad. room, a third on a linotype and the fourth who is equally good in either ad. room or on linotype — The Observer. lontaguc a j* foi the / jT wasn’t a Missouri editor, hi et speaks printer's devil who was going thre mt printer s devil wno was going through • his first experience of making up forms. The paper was late, and the boy got the galleys mixed. The last part of the obituary notice had been dumped in the forms, aud the next handful of type came off a galley describing a recent fire. It read like this: “The pallbearers lowered the body to the grave, and as it was consigned to the flames there were few if any regrets, for the old wreck had been an eyesore to the town for years. Of course there was individual loss, but that was fully covered by insurance.” The widow thinks the editor wrote the obituary that way because the lamented partner of her joys and sorrows owed on subscription.— Ex. ■■ The Clarke School for the Deaf at Northampton is the beneficiary to the amount of §50.000 by the will of the late Mrs. Gardiner Greene Hubbard. It is provided in the bequest that the money shall he used in the erection of a new building at the school as a memorial to her husband, who was a life-long friend of the school aud a member <»f its hoard of directors, being for many years president of the board. There will he universal gratification throughout the work of deaf education because of this gift, as being one that will enable Clarke School, already doing a magnificent work, to enlarge that work and to conduct it under more advantageous cohdit ions. In view of the deep and life long interest taken in the work of the education of the deaf by oral methods by both Mr. aud Mrs. Hubbard, and of the important part that they together played in the promotion of that work along wise and effective lines, this memorial seems the more fitting as a perpetual expression of their spirit and as a continuous ben-efioncc to deaf children hereafter to receive their education at Clarke School. —The Association Review. From a recent issue of the Deaf Mates' Journal it is learned that Dr. Zonas F. Westervelt for many years superintendent of the Western New York Institution for Deaf-Mutes at Rochester, New York has been granted a leave of absence for a years rest. This period of relaxation may be taken any time that Dr. Westervelt desires. A superintendent's duties are so manifold and his responsibilities so numerous. that it i-< not surprising that some relief from the constant strain is sometimes necessary. Someone has rightly said that the “superintendent's positiou is no bed of roses. llis work is far different from the labors of the superintendent of a school for the hearing. Added to a mastery of the subjects taught and methods used in the literary department, a knowledge of business methods, quantities and qualities of supplies needed, carpentry, printing, electricity, engineering, editorial work, housekeeping, dressmaking, horticulture, and many times agriculture, stock-raising and dairying is often necessary. Wheuever Dr. Westervelt sees fit to take his vacation, we hope that he may be much bene fit ted thereby aud he able to return to his post of duty with renewed strength and energy.—The Rocky Mountain Leader. A little fellow rushed breathlessly into a drug store. "Flease, sir, some liniment and some cement!” "What?” asked the puzzled clerk. “What’s tho trouble?” “Mam hit pop ou the head with a plate.” —o— Homer Davenport, the cartoonist, played in a brass hand many years ago. He was unable to he ou hand when the uniforms came, and had to put up with what was left. “The coat wasn’t so had,” says Mr. Davenport, “but the trousers— Honest, I had to take two steps to make those trousers go one!”—Everybody's.
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