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fifteen out of one hundred and forty units in that department. Other departments, therefore, are the ones most concerned in teacher-training. It is they that provide for the intending teacher instruction in the subjects to be taught; you cannot well teach what you do not know. It is very desirable that this instruction in the subjects to be taught should be given by men who are steeped in the spirit of scholarship, whose interest in their work is kept living and contagious by the fact that they themselves are steadily widening the boundaries of human knowledge.

Our universities are the great creators and custodians of the spirit of scholarship. It is their special function to provide aid and comfort for all men who in their tasks have special need of that spirit. This function is more and more widely understood. University men, scholars, seemed to come to their own during the Great War. But that was only the acceleration of a movement which began long ago, and which still continues. Commercial houses, manufacturers of all sorts, continue to feel more and more the need of men trained in research. One of the many striking examples is the General Electric Company, at Schenectady, New York, which has employed at one time a score or more of young men, with the doctor's degree or its equivalent, for research in its laboratories. This same company has found it worth while to conduct a two-year course for college graduates, who are paid during this period a living wage, and who, on completing the course, are free to seek employment elsewhere if they so desire.

Public appreciation of the value of the spirit of scholarship is, as I have said, steadily increasing. To fail to appreciate its value for professional schools, and particularly for schools intended for the training of teachers, is, then, not only to be reactionary, but also to forego the benefits of an inspiring and easily accessible association.

You of the Southern Branch, faculty and students, and we of the University in Berkeley, all of us, are concerned with education, all of us have enjoyed and now enjoy the supreme privilege of contact with the spirit of scholarship. Let us make it our business to see that that spirit-that spirit of independence, initiative, patient persistence, unselfish devotion, tolerance, coöperation, veracity-that that spirit shall grow and prosper to the end that it may inform and inspire every phase of our life within this state.*

* An address delivered before the Southern Branch of the University of California, on Charter Day, 1921.

A TALE OF WANDERINGS

(Parts of ballad version from Homer's Odyssey)

ISAAC FLAGG

(The minstrel now silent, the guest, after praising the entertainment, reveals his name and home. He affirms there's no place like home.)

Alcinoüs, mighty in the land,
This people's glorious king,
'Tis splendid, hearing such a bard
Lift up his voice to sing.

Truly, I say, no lovelier time

There is, than when good cheer
Holds every heart, and feasters sit
The minstrel's lay to hear;

When viands plentiful and rare
Weigh down the festal board,
And in each brimming cup the wine
From wassail-bowl is pour'd.

That, to my way of thinking, seems
A splendid thing. But you
Ask for my tale, that so this heart
Its sorrows may renew.

What first, then, to your listening ear,
What last shall I relate?

Woes to my lot has Heaven assign'd
So many and so great!

Now first my name I will declare,
That all may know it well,

And I, perchance safe home at last,
As your guest-friend may dwell.

I am ULYSSES, through the world.
For wily arts renown'd,
Laertes' son; and to my fame
The skies alone set bound.

My home is Ithaca: first to view
Mount Neriton appears,
Above the sunny isle his fringe
Of waving verdure rears.

More islands, close together set,
The encircling azure holds:
Samê, Dulichium, and steep
Zacynthus' thorny folds.

Low, by itself, my island lies,
The farthest toward the west;
A rugged shore, but for a nurse
Of goodly youths, the best.

No sight can I behold more sweet
Than one's own native land.
Long in Calypso's ocean isle

I paced the lonely strand;

Long, Circê held me in her halls
By spell of magic art:

Yet all those charms could never still
This yearning of my heart.

So, nothing sweeter is than home,

Though house and fields and gold From home and parents far away

In foreign land you hold.

Well, let me now take up my tale

Of wanderings fraught with woes,
Which, as I sail'd from Troy, it pleased
The Almighty to impose.

Driven from their proper course the voyagers touch at Lotus Land, whence they barely escape without loss.

Now, haply, I had come safely home,

But Boreas came to mar:

Malea we fail'd to round, and past
Cythera drifted far.

Thence nine days o'er the fishy deep
Our barks the North Wind bore,
Till on the tenth I sighted land,
The Lotus-eaters' shore,

Eaters of flowery food. Fresh store
Of water we drew there,

And on the beach my men made haste
Their dinner to prepare.

After the meal, selecting two
With herald, I sent the three
To ascertain what sort of men
That country-folk might be.

Straightway they went, and came to speech
With men of Lotus Land.

And for our comrades no ill turn

The Lotus-eaters plann'd,

But offer'd them the fruit to taste

Of lotus, honey-sweet.

Now whosoever had once learn'd
That flowery food to eat,

Cared to return no longer, nor
Send word his tale to tell,
But, all forgot, forever there
In Lotus Land to dwell.

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