Lincoln had little schooling. Is that then a necessary part of a liberal education? Possibly not, if one could study alone as assiduously as did Lincoln. But this self- education in the broadest terms is only for a few. The number who begin correspondence courses and never complete them is offered as one proof that, "Education is something that is done to you, for the self-educated man is apt not to be educated." Therefore, we have colleges and universities, with a wealth of information, which makes so much for service and for appreciative living. As we study botany, zoology, physiography and geology in the school room, most of us wonder what use they will be to us. If we do not intend to make a professional study of any of these subjects has not our time been wasted? Perhaps, if we are to measure everything in terms of financial returns. But the most complete life is not to be so measured. Think how infinitely richer a country walk, good enough with its gifts of air and health, to the one who has a knowledge of birds, flowers, the heavens, and our earth. "With just a slender pile of facts, a flaming beacon may be kindled by tilings so common as an old earth tort, a Roman road, a Norman castle, some pots and pans, a harbor of old adventure." So our lives are made richer by the history most of us feel is useless in helping toward the goal of wealth we are aiming tor. Through literature we learn to understand and to know men, their dreams and ideals. Someone has said "Literature is the expression of life, in words of truth and beauty." It is greater than history for "it is the history of the human soul," given to us through our greatest heritage-Language. And our English Language has comedown to us the greatest language of all. Yet we think grammar with its rules dull, and we are content to use this noble heritage twisted and deformed like a crippled child,when with a little thought and trouble it could be so straight and so powerful. The French say, "You can tell a man by the words he uses as well as by the things he does; for a good clear word is like a good clear act." What is more gratifying than being able to give fit and fine expressions to one's thoughts? Language is a mine so rich that we could dig forever and still bring up invaluable riches. Why are we so content with such a meager portion of this wealth? If Lincoln had been satisfied to go through life with a few slang phrases, with slipshod grammar, and ill-chosen words, how much poorer we should have been; how much that makes us Americans we should have lost! After all, a successful lite is measured by the amount of happiness, the true lasting pleasure which it has contained and which it has given to others. And the most complete attainment of this goal can come only through education. Call to Youth "BEHOLD, I STAND AT THE DOOR, and knock." I am the Spirit of things which never die; "Eternal Youth" men call me when they sing; I am the voice of joy in earth and sky; I wake in hearts grown old when glad hells ring; I live, supreme, e'en though men crucify. I am the spirit of Progress-I march on! Through darkness and through tears my path hath led; Serene, with eyes alight, I wait the dawn; Though Martyrs cry, I silence not my tread; Mine is the voice of Progress-I march on. The words of Prophets garnered in my heart, I sound my trumpet e'en when tyrants scoff. The triumph shall be mine though mountains part, Though nations blend, and kings their sceptres doff; Man's strength is null when my steel lightnings dart. I am the Spirit of things which never die- Mine is the voice of Progress none can stay- Yet in the silence of the night when all men lie Asleep, I watch, and Rachel-like I weep, I pray- E'en as, dim years ago, arose Gethsemane's cry. Like Mother-tears the flood which wells my eyes. O Youth, to me belongs your radiant strength! Behold your banner-in the blue it flies! The glory of a nation is not its breadth and length- The glory of your nation in you lies. "Forward ho!" my watchword, but oh, the waste of Youth! Man cannot block my pathway for I obey the Law Created e'er this world began, foreseen by Light and Truth; But, oh, the broken lives and hearts-the pain which Sin foresaw' Man cannot stop my progress, but oh, the waste of Youth! A luminous procession passes out through Learning's Gate; The beauty of its white youth is a heritage from God; But the glory of a college like His stars will radiate When it sends forth men and women whom all the world may laud. When it sends forth men and women who can love instead of hate. Mine is the spirit voice of Life Eternal; Nor time nor tide can stop my cry: "March on!" Nor time nor tide can make my bright torch dull. "Forward ho!" Behold, we face the Dawn- Into the Sunrise, radiant Youth, march on! Blanche Kendall McKey.