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The Pageant of 
 
 Bloomington and Indiana 
 
 University 
 
 THE EDUCATIONAL DEVELOPMENT 
 
 OF INDIANA AS FOCUSED IN THIS 
 
 COMMUNITY AND SERVED BY THE 
 
 STATE UNIVERSITY 
 
 By 
 WILLIAM CHAUNCY LANGDON 
 
 ON THE UNIVERSITY CAMPUS 
 
 BLOOMINGTON, INDIANA 
 
 MAY SIXTEEN, SEVENTEEN, AND EIGHTEEN 
 
 NINETEEN HUNDRED SIXTEEN 
 
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 Copyright, 1916 
 
 By William Chauncy Langdon 
 
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THE PAGEANT COMMITTEE 
 
 William Lowe Bryan . . President 
 Ulysses H. Smith . . . Chairman 
 R. G. Brusch .... Secretary 
 Charles D. Campbell Mrs. John C. Hunter 
 Samuel B. Harding William A. Myers 
 Will David Howe Mrs. James B. Wilson 
 Gus C. Davis 
 
 THE PAGEANT DIRECTION 
 
 William Chauncy Langdon 
 Master of the Pageant 
 
 Charles Diven Campbell 
 
 Composer and Director of the Music 
 
 Marion Langdon 
 
 Designer of Symbolic Costumes 
 
 Elizabeth Sage 
 
 Director of Costuming 
 
 Esther McNaull 
 
 Leader of the Dancing 
 
FOREWORD 
 
 The Pageant of Bloomington and Indiana University, one of 
 the Indiana Centennial Pageants, seeks to represent the edu- 
 cational development of the State as it has been focused in this 
 community and served by the State University here located 
 during the past one hundred years. The parts are taken by cit- 
 izens of Bloomington and professors and students of Indiana 
 University and their families, all uniting to produce the drama 
 of the history and life of their common community. 
 
 The pageant grounds are located on the edge of the campus 
 of Indiana University, sloping up to the Observatory and to 
 the newer University buildings seen beyond. To the right of 
 the grandstand the closely massed trees of the campus give 
 the effect of a wooded wilderness reminiscent of the pioneer 
 days. 
 
 The Pageant of Bloomington and Indiana University has 
 been written and composed on the principle that both drama- 
 tically and musically the pageant is a distinct and individual 
 art-form, having its own laws and its own technique. All the 
 elements of this pageant have been worked together, in ac- 
 cordance with these laws and technical considerations, to pro- 
 duce, if may be, in the sequence of actual, typical, or symbolic 
 scenes, a clear, beautiful, and impressive drama of the life of 
 this community. 
 
 In presenting the historical material a certain freedom has 
 necessarily been exercised for the sake of dramatic clarity and 
 effectiveness. In many instances the language of the dialogue 
 is in the actual words of the characters represented. It has, 
 however, seemed inadvisable to indicate these passages by quo- 
 tation marks, on account of the frequent necessity for making 
 slight changes, omissions, or additions in the wording to suit 
 the situation as represented. So also in producing the pageant 
 certain omissions have been deemed advisable which it did not 
 seem necessary to eliminate in the printed form of the pa- 
 geant. 
 
 W.C.L. 
 
OUTLINE OF THE PAGEANT 
 
 /. Introduction: The Pioneers 
 
 1. The Settling of Bloomington (1818). 
 
 2. The Indiana Seminary (1820). 
 
 3. The Installation of President Andrew Wylie (1829). 
 
 //. Light and Truth 
 
 4. The Hoosier Opposition (1850). 
 
 5. North and South (1861). 
 
 6. The New Regime (1883). 
 
 ///. The Age of Wood and Stone 
 
 7. The City Schools. 
 
 8. The Chamber of Commerce. 
 
 9. The Service of the State. 
 
 IV. Finale: Centennial! 
 
 The above dates are in general approximate only, in some 
 instances events of more than one year being brought into the 
 same episode. The time of Episodes 7, 8, and 9 is in general 
 of the present. 
 
The Pageant of Bloomington 
 and Indiana University 
 
 I. INTRODUCTION: THE PIONEERS 
 
 The full orchestra sounds forth fortissimo the theme of The 
 Hymn to Indiana, based on the chief motif of the pageant, the 
 Indiana motif. When this is once clearly stated, the music im- 
 mediately passes to the Hope motif. Coming as in answer to 
 the call in the music, the spirits of Hope appear in the far 
 background emerging from among the trees, running forward 
 and stopping to listen eagerly, then calling, singing with a 
 mere vocable the simple Hope motif. They are young women 
 in blue, blue as of the sky, flashing as with light, ever chang- 
 ing and iridescent. From all the arc of the background they 
 come in ever increasing numbers, converging as they approach. 
 
 When they have come near enough for their mass to domi- 
 nate the scene, there is heard clearly in the orchestra the motif 
 of Determination, and there come in answer from either side 
 of the grandstand the spirits of Determination, young men in 
 some one deep, rich, forceful color such as simple purple. They 
 advance more in mass, more slowly, in a slower rhythm. They 
 stop at intervals as they advance and answer the call of the 
 spirits of Hope, replying to them similarly in a lower tone, 
 singing, calling back and forth, and approaching nearer and 
 nearer to each other, the spirits of Hope for the most part 
 advancing but a little, while the spirits of Determination with 
 strong, bold steps advance directly toward them, till they meet 
 and join in a whirling dance of exquisite joyousness, the music 
 of which is based on the two motifs of Hope and Determina- 
 tion, the one rapidly sweeping free as air through all the range 
 of music in the strings and woodwind, while the other moves 
 strong and inflexible in the brass. The motion of the dance 
 corresponds in the two groups. 
 
 While this dance still continues, there comes, almost in- 
 trudes, into the music a new motif, essentially human, the 
 
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motif of the Pioneers. It increases rapidly until it subordi- 
 nates the other two motifs. The spirits feel the interruption 
 and stop to find the source of the new element. They turn 
 their search toward the woods to the southeast. There they 
 see a procession of Pioneers making their way slowly, pain- 
 fully, with great difficulty along. They are men, women, and 
 children, mostly on foot, a few on horseback, one or two 
 driving oxen. Those in front are clad in buckskin, jeans, and 
 linsey-woolsey; those behind near the end of the procession 
 are dressed as of the first part of the nineteenth century. 
 When the spirits of Hope see the Pioneers they raise their 
 arms to them to cheer them on and sing their call to them. 
 The Pioneers, seeing and hearing them, take courage and 
 plod on. The spirits of Determination then also give their 
 motif call and the Pioneers respond, repeating it. 
 
 Breaking in upon this encouragement, discordant Indian 
 phrases are heard in the music. From the two sides of the 
 little wooded ravine along which the Pioneers come there pour 
 stealthily down on them bands of Indians attacking them with 
 ferocity, yelling the war-whoop, shooting their arrows, and 
 brandishing their tomahawks. The Pioneers resolutely draw 
 together to resist, and struggle to make their way on toward 
 their goal. The spirits of Determination rush forward to the 
 rescue. They divide into two lines to protect both sides of the 
 Pioneers, and some of the spirits of Hope rush down between 
 and mingle with the men, women, and children of the Pioneers, 
 cheering them and encouraging them, as the spirits of Deter- 
 mination help the men to repel and drive off the Indians. The 
 rest of the spirits of Hope remain where they were, near the 
 orchestra, singing their call of Hope constantly with the music 
 of the orchestra. 
 
 As the contest goes on more and more successfully, the In- 
 diana motif mingles more and more distinctly with the other 
 motifs in the orchestra and the Indian phrases disappear, until 
 the Pioneers come on again, successful and enheartened, 
 escorted by the spirits of Hope and Determination, the music 
 now opulent with the motif of Indiana. 
 
 As they arrive at the nearer grounds the spirits point to 
 the University, and the Pioneers all turn to see the vision 
 toward which they press, as the orchestra swings full and 
 strong into the Hymn to Indiana, and the chimes in the Uni- 
 versity tower join in the melody also. At the same time the 
 symbolic figure of the State of Indiana, attended by the figures 
 
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of the City of Bloomington and of the University, appear on the 
 slope to the gaze of the Pioneers. Thus escorted now by all 
 the spirits singing their motifs, the Pioneers proceed on their 
 way, acclaiming with outstretched arms the future, women 
 lifting their babies to see and men doffing their coonskin caps 
 and beavers and pointing the children to the vision of their 
 ideals. So they pass on and out, the music closing with the 
 plain statement of the Indiana theme as in the Hymn. 
 
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EPISODE ONE: THE SETTLING OF BLOOMINGTON 
 
 (From the south comes a man, a pioneer, leading a horse on 
 which is seated a rather frail woman with a child in her arms. 
 Another child hangs on behind her. The woman seems quite 
 worn with fatigue and hardship. Their goods or plunder is 
 also loaded on the animal. A boy trudges along behind hi^ 
 father. It is W. D. Hoof and his family. In answer to his 
 call, Abner Blair comes out from his house at the north, soon 
 followed by members of his family.) 
 
 Hoof : Hello the house ! 
 
 Blair : Who's yere ? 
 
 Hoof : Hello ! Who keeps th' house ! 
 
 (Hoof comes up closer and stops. The two men look each 
 other over; after deliberate scrutiny to the point of satisfac- 
 tion, the conversation is resumed.) 
 Blair : Will yer stop ? What way yer goin' ? 
 
 Hoof : Whar'bouts '11 I find that 'ar town they 're makin' 
 'round yer? 
 
 Blair : Yer thar. Right yer 's the place. 
 
 Hoof : This the place, eh ? 
 
 Blair : Reckon kinda sorter. Come to the land sale ? 
 
 Hoof : Well, — yes. Thought I 'd look the ground over a bit 
 
 anyway. 
 Blair: Yer 'd settle? 
 
 Hoof : Right smart chance I might, but thought mor'n likely 
 I 'd go on over on the Shiney. You be n't Abner Blair, 
 be yer? 
 
 Blair : Abner Blair 's my name. Right down thar 's my saw- 
 mill I reckon yer heerd of, if yer lookin' f er me. Yere 's 
 where they 's goin' to have the land sale. 
 
 Hoof: Kin I get bite an' bait yere? 
 
 Blair: Sure, an' welcome, ef yer a settler. Latch-string^ 
 hangs outside. Sonny, lead the horse up that 'ar way an' 
 tie him to a limb. 
 
 (Hoof helps his wife to dismount and lifts the child down. 
 The boy leads the horse out toward Blair's cabin. While this 
 
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conversation has been going on Mrs. Blair has been talking to 
 Mrs. Hoof, and some of the younger Blair children have been 
 inspecting the Hoof young ones from various points of van- 
 tage, according to their age. People also have been coming in 
 from different directions to the land sale. Blair's oldest son 
 has welcomed most of these. Some, coming from a distance, 
 hail the house in regular fashion; others coming from the 
 neighborhood omit any formal salutation or call their "Hello 
 the house" in a perfunctory way, much as if merely saying 
 "Good morning". Women, young people, and children come as 
 well as men. H is distinctly an important and holiday occa- 
 sion, affording opportunity for courtship and fun as well as 
 for the purchase of real estate and the making of history. 
 Among the others come Susannah Lee and Martha Brown, 
 quiet, self-reliant women, able to take care of themselves if 
 necessary and of their children who come with them. They are 
 cordially greeted by Mrs. Blair and by the others. When the 
 conversation above is about finished, the three County Com- 
 missioners, Bartlett Woodward, Michael Buskirk, and James 
 Parks, are seen coming together from one direction, and soon 
 after the County Agent, Benjamin Parke, and the County 
 Clerk, William Lowe, from another.) 
 
 Woodward : Hello, who keeps th' house ! They 're coming, 
 Abner. 
 
 Lowe : Hello, Abner ! Hello th' house ! 
 
 Blair : I'm ready for all that will come, Bartlett. Well, Wil- 
 liam, all fixed and ready ? 
 
 Benj. Parke : George Whisenand brought over that bar'I of 
 whisky yet, Abner? 
 
 Blair : What 's that ? I can take care of everyone that comes 
 to my house without — My latch-string — 
 
 Woodward : That 's all right, Abner. This is county business. 
 I made the motion, and we voted, that the County Agent 
 procure one barrel of whisky at the county's expense, 
 allowed him $33.50 for it, and have it at the sale of lots. 
 
 Blair : There's no need. I have plenty of everything and the 
 people are welcome to it, all they want — for election, hold 
 court, or anything. 
 
 Woodward: Nothing against your hospitality, Abner. This 
 is county business. Some men 's too 'tamal tight on their 
 money for their own good, and I thought we might as 
 well make sure this yer sale was a success. Here he 
 
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comes. George, bring it right over this way. Now 
 where 's Jonathan Rogers ? Help George open up the 
 bar'l. 
 
 (Eben Blair, with the help of other young men, brings out 
 a puncheon table, with a stool to sit on, ink, and quills. The 
 whisky barrel is brought over and Jonathan Rogers takes his 
 place by it with a gourd. While these preparations are being 
 made. Woodward takes Blair to one side and points out a 
 rather prosperous looking man talking in a rather officious 
 manner to some of the settlers.) 
 
 Woodward : Abner, who 's that man ? 
 
 Blair : I don't know. I never seen him before. 
 
 Woodward : I don't like his looks. Looks to me like he might 
 be a speculator. We '11 have to keep an eye on him. And 
 that one ; ever see him before ? 
 
 Blair : No. Looks a bit kinder sorter stuck up ; still he looks 
 like he 's just new to the wooden country. 
 
 (David McHolland, the first settler in the county, is seen 
 coming up from the south, rifle on shoulder and fiddle under 
 his arm.) 
 
 Buskirk : Here, young people, here *s old Dave McHolland ! 
 An' brought his fiddle, so 's yer can dance all yer like after 
 the sale! 
 
 (Cheers from the young people, who run to meet McHolland 
 and bring him dotvn to the group gathered for the sale.) 
 
 McHolland : Hello the house ! Who keeps th' house ! Hello 
 th' house ! 
 
 Buskirk : Dave, we 're going to start a fine city here today. 
 
 McHolland : That 's right ! That 's right ! I knew what I 
 was a-doin' when I picked these parts to squat in. Glad 
 to see yer all come to my county! Glad to see yer all! 
 Maybe I '11 move up myself, start a blacksmith shop. 
 
 Young People : Play for us, Dave ! Play for us ! 
 
 McHolland: Heh? What yer want, "Old Dan Tucker"? 
 
 (He starts to tune his fiddle and rasps out a strain of "Old 
 Dan Tucker". One or two of the young men start to jig. Then 
 Dave stops.) 
 
 McHolland : Wait a bit ; wait a bit ! After the sale ! They '11 
 be stopping us if we begin now, and when we begin to 
 
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dance we won't stop till tomorrow morning, eh boys! 
 What say, girls ! 
 
 (Johnny Appleseed comes in leading his horse. His garden 
 tools and seeds on the horse, and sprays of apple blossoms 
 stuck in the bridle. He is greeted with cries of joy and many 
 run forward to meet him, especially women and children.) 
 
 Several : Here 's Johnny Appleseed ! Here 's Johnny Apple- 
 seed! 
 (An eastern man, Granville Ward, saunters up, the second 
 of the two Woodward noticed. Others also join the group as 
 Parks proceeds to extol the praises of the future toivn.) 
 
 Ward : What 's the name of your town going to be ? 
 
 Ben J. Parke : Bloomington is the name of the town. 
 
 Ward : Bloomington, — that 's what the name will be, eh ? 
 
 Benj. Parke : No, that 's what it is. It 's a'ready surveyed 
 and platted out and named. Johnny Appleseed named it. 
 The County Court House is goin' to be yonder on a little 
 hill ; corn-field thar now ; yer can most see it through the 
 trees if yer go up yere on the rise a piece. 
 
 (Greatly impressed, the men stand at gaze, thinking it 
 over.) 
 
 Ward: Hm! Bloomingtown, eh? 
 
 Benj. Parke : No. Bloomington. It 's yere is going to be 
 the University they made in the State constitution down 
 to Corydon two years ago come two months from now. 
 Yes sir-ree, the Seminary township is located right next, 
 to the south thar. President Madison picked it himself 
 more nor two year ago. Shows what he thinks of it round 
 yere ! Yer can 't buy that 'ar, not yet. (Abner Blair 
 comes up to the group and hears Parke holding forth.) 
 This will be the center of the whole of these yere U-nited 
 States afore long too, see ef it ain't ! 
 
 Blair: Center of everything, right here! 
 
 Sheriff: Oyez! Oyez! Oyez! By authority of the Com- 
 missioners of the County of Monroe, there will be sold 
 here and now at public auction 208 lots in the town of 
 Bloomington right here, each lot 66 feet front on the 
 street and 132 feet deep. Lewis Noel will cry the lots; 
 James Parks is Clerk of the Sale. Step up and bid for 
 your lots. 
 
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(Lewis Noel mounts the stump and conducts the auction. 
 Those who are interested in a lot crowd up while it is being 
 bid off, and the other's give way. Most of the women and 
 young people hang around on the edge of the crowd. The ex- 
 citement increases and the bidding becomes more and more 
 spirited. David H. Maxwell and Jonathan Lindley, among 
 others, buy lots. Once in a while when someone of means lags 
 in his bidding, Bartlett Woodwai'd nods to Jonathan Rogers 
 and he offers the laggard a gourd of whisky, to the manifest 
 advantage of his bidding. There is plenty of jovial rough 
 friendliness but no vulgar boisterousness in consequence. At 
 one point an attractive lot is offered and several start in to 
 bid for it against one, Samuel Coleman, but the bidding is 
 quickly interrupted.) 
 
 Several : Sam 's built on that lot a'ready. That 's whar he 's 
 got his cabin. 
 
 Bidders : All right, let it go ! Let him have it ! 
 
 Noel : What am I bid ? I have $50 for this lot ! I have $50 ! 
 
 Speculator: Sixty dollars. (Murmurs of protest from the 
 crowd.) 
 
 Noel : I have $50 for this lot. 
 
 Speculator: Sixty! (Murmurs of protest become threat- 
 ening.) 
 
 Noel : I say I have $50 for this lot and it 's going, going, gone 
 to Samuel Coleman. (Cheers from the crowd.) 
 
 (The bidding continues more and more spiritedly. One lot 
 runs up to $175; another up to $210. Hoof buys a lot for $85.) 
 
 Buskirk : Lewis, ha' yer got a nice lot for Mrs. Brown here? 
 Her man was killed by the Indians a bit ago and she 
 wants to come here to bring up the children near her 
 brother. 
 
 Noel : Just the thing for her ! (Cheers.) Mrs. Brown, bid 
 right in on it now. Lot Number 43, corner of Cherry 
 and Water Streets! What am I bid? 
 
 Mrs. Brown {amid silence) : $25! 
 
 Noel : Twenty-five dollars I have ! $25 ! Another bid ! Bid, 
 Buskirk ! 
 
 Buskirk : Twenty-six ! 
 
 Speculator: Thirty-five dollars! (Outburst of protest.) 
 
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Mrs. Brown : Oh, I 've lost it ! 
 
 Noel: No, you have not. Twenty-six I have. (Cheers.) 
 Now bid again, Mrs. Brown! I have to have more nor 
 one bid to make a sale. 
 
 Speculator (in angry defiance) : Thirty-five I bid. This is 
 not a free sale. You are giving these lands away to your 
 friends. (Angry exclamations from the crowd.) Thirty- 
 five! 
 
 Mrs. Brown (Buskirk coaching her) ; Twenty-seven! 
 
 Speculator : Thirty-five! 
 
 Noel : Twenty-seven I have ! (Cheers.) Going, going, gone 
 to Mrs. Martha Brown for $27. (Loud cheers.) 
 
 (There are threatening movements and mutterings against 
 the speculator among the men of the crowd. Bartlett Wood- 
 ward and Abner Blair quiet the men and restrain them. Wood- 
 ward goes over to the speculator and draws him aside.) 
 
 Woodward : You take my advice and have a drink. You have 
 a long ways to go and you may need to brace up for it, for 
 you 've just time to make it if you start right out now and 
 keep a-goin'. (Pointing to the south.) Right that way 
 your way goes. I do not know how far, for I don't know 
 whar yer come from, but it 's the same distance. (The 
 speculator starts to show resistance in a nervy manner.) 
 You can have another drink first if you want it, but 
 you 've not time for more than one. The boys is getting 
 some grudge against that tree yonder somehow nor other, 
 and that tree lies just a powerful smart heap sight in 
 your path. Go! 
 
 (There is a cheer and a laugh from the crowd. Some of the 
 young men draw guns. The speculator looks about him a mo- 
 ment and then starts. One young man takes a shot in the 
 same general direction.) 
 
 Woodward : Give him a chance, boys, jest one chance ! 
 
 (The speculator runs. The young men fire after him with- 
 out trying to hit him, laughing and shouting and then firing 
 in the air as he disappears. The auction continues. Benjamin 
 Parke is keeping track of the sale, looking over the shoulder 
 of James Parks, the Clerk of the Sale.) 
 
 Benj. Parke : One more lot ! Bid it up, boys ! 
 
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(The last lot is sold for $115. There is a great cheer as the 
 Crier announces the close of the sale and comes down from the 
 stump. Woodward takes a list from the Clerk of the Sale and 
 announces the result.) 
 
 Woodward : The 208 lots are all sold and the proceeds amount 
 to $14,326.85, payable in four years' time, cash paid down 
 $3,860 ! (Cheers.) Now, Dave, start up the dance ! Ev- 
 erybody to the cabin ! Take turns a-dancin' ! 
 
 (David McHolland begins playing his fiddle with vim and 
 all go running and dancing out past him together.) 
 
 OLE DAN TUCKER 
 
 Ole Dan'l Tucker clomb a tree. 
 
 His Lord and Marster for to see, 
 
 De limb hit broke and Dan got a fall — 
 
 Nuver got to see his Lord at all! 
 
 Git out o' the way, Ole Dan Tucker! {three times) 
 You 're too late to git your supper. 
 
 Miss Tucker she went out one day 
 
 To ride with Dan in a one-horse sleigh. 
 
 De sleigh was broke, and de horse was blind — 
 
 Miss Tucker she got left behind. 
 
 As I come down de new cut road 
 I spied de peckerwood and de toad, 
 And every time de toad would jump 
 De peckerwood hopped upon de stump. 
 
 And next upon de gravel road 
 I met Brer Tarrypin and Brer Toad, 
 And every time Brer Toad would sing 
 Brer Tarrypin cut de pigeon wing. 
 
 Ole Dan and me we did fall out, 
 
 And what d' ye reckon it was about ? 
 
 He trod on my corn and I kicked him on the shins; 
 
 That 's jest the way this row begins. 
 
 If Ole Dan he had co'n to buy. 
 He 'd mo'n and wipe his weepin' eye; 
 But when Old Dan had co'n to sell. 
 He was as sassy as all hell. 
 
 Mrs. Tucker is big and fat; 
 
 Her face is as black as my old hat; 
 
 Her nose sticks out, and her eyes stick in, 
 
 And her under lip hangs down below her chin. 
 
 Git out o' the way, Ole Dan Tucker! 
 You 're too late to git your supper. 
 
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EPISODE TWO: THE INDIANA SEMINARY 
 
 (From the north come running a group of boisterous hoys 
 just let out of school; after them some more boys of quieter 
 sort and some girls. At the end comes the master on his way 
 home, accompanied by a group of four or five young people and 
 one little fellow.) 
 
 Boy : I could ha' spelled it, ef I *d thought. 
 
 Another: Yer could not. Susie can spell yer out any day. 
 She can spell the whole book without the words called. 
 
 Boy: So kin I, ef I git started. 
 
 Girl: Yer kin not. Susie can spell the book through three 
 times without a word called out. Ask the master ef she 
 can 't. 
 
 Boy : Well, I kin spell it through once anyway. 
 
 (A man comes through, the other direction, axe and gun on 
 shoulder. As he meets the boys he grabs one by the arm.) 
 
 Man : Yere ! What yer doin' 'round yere doin' nothin' ? Git 
 down to the dead'nin' and tend them fires and chop that 
 'ar wood, and be quick erbout it. (As the boy disappears 
 in a hurry, the man accosts the master, who comes along 
 just then.) Addison Smith, how 's thet 'ar boy of mine 
 a-doin' ? I think yer do n't lick him enough, bust my rifle 
 ef Ido! 
 
 Smith : He does well. He 's interested in his studies and 
 works hard. 
 
 Man : Well, lick him ! Lick him ! Make him work ! I want 
 he should get the good out of his schoolin'. Kin he spell? 
 Lick him till he kin! 
 
 Smith : I don't need to lick him. He works hard without. 
 
 Man: Lickin' and lamin' goes together. How kin he get 
 any larnin' 'ithout the lickin' ? That 'ar 's the way I was 
 brung up and see me now ! He 's got to take lots o' lickin's 
 when he gets out in life makin' his own, and he better lam 
 to take 'em now. 
 
 Smith : But I do n't lick a boy if I do n't need to. 
 
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Man : Wall, I aluz did suspect yer did n't half know yer 
 business. Ef he 's doin' purty well without lickin' think 
 how much better he 'd do with it ! He 's my boy and my 
 woman's boy and I want yer to understand that I 'm 
 a-paying good money, — money an' dicker, — fer him to git 
 the best there is, an' I want you ter see thet he gits it. 
 Now d' yer hear me ? — you lick him ! 
 
 (The master is saved from having to promise to inflict chas- 
 tisement for edification only by the approach of Dr. David H. 
 Maxwell, Jonathan Lindley, and other members of the Board of 
 Trustees of Indiana Seminary. Coming the other ivay the 
 Rev. Isaac Reed, the Presbyterian minister, approaches, ac- 
 companied by the Rev. Baynard R. Hall.) 
 
 Dr. Maxwell : Ah, Mr. Reed, it is a pleasure to see you among 
 us again! I presume your brother-in-law has told you 
 that the Trustees have elected him to be President and 
 Professor of Ancient Languages for the term of one year 
 and school to commence as early as practicable. 
 
 Mr. Reed : Yes, he told me and I was offering him my felicita- 
 tions on the election. 
 
 Jonathan Lindley : You rendered us a valuable service, sir, 
 when you suggested his name to us and told us that he was 
 already living here in the New Purchase. 
 
 B. R. Hall: The election, I assure you. Dr. Maxwell, was 
 deemed by me a great honor, and I accepted the appoint- 
 ment not for the stipend paid as my salary, but I have for 
 some years longed to be in the romantic west and to be 
 numbered among its earliest literary pioneers. 
 
 Mr. Reed : That is certain, my friend ! 
 
 B. R. Hall : Indeed, I believe I can already claim the distinc- 
 tion of being the first one to read Greek in the New Pur- 
 chase ! 
 
 Dr. Maxwell : We are to open the Seminary at once. 
 
 B. R. Hall : I am enthusiastically impatient to commence my 
 labors. 
 
 Mr. Reed : Bloomington is to have its College at last ! 
 
 Dr. Maxwell: Not College, as yet, Seminary. 
 
 Mr. Reed : Aye, but the Seminary is but a stepping-stone to 
 the College. 
 
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B. R. Hall : And that to the University ! 
 
 Jonathan Lindley : The Indiana University ! 
 
 Dr. Maxwell; That is certainly what we all have in mind, 
 what we are working for ! 
 
 (Several people, both men and women, and of various call- 
 ings, have approached during this conversation, waiting for a 
 chance to be heard. Dr. Maxivell sees them and turns toward 
 them.) 
 
 Ebenezer : Now, David Maxwell, it kinder sorter seems to us 
 that this 'ar college of ourn oughter to be startin', an' we 
 want it to. If this 'ar es agoin' to help this 'ar town we 're 
 ready. 
 
 Dr. Maxwell : The Seminary opens today, Ebenezer. 
 
 Jonathan Lindley : Mr. Hall is here for that purpose now. 
 
 Ebenezer : Well, thet 's good. I hear he kin spell all the 
 words ther is, and cipher and knows a whole lot more. 
 
 Dr. Maxwell: He is thoroughly competent, Ebenezer, to 
 teach a classical seminary, and he is a good western man 
 to boot, who has come here to live among us. 
 
 Another Man : How much do yer pay him, may I ask ? 
 
 Dr. Maxwell : Certainly you may. This is the people's semi- 
 nary and is supported by the State's money. He is paid 
 $250 a year. 
 
 Woman : But it 's an honor to teach in the people's collidge ! 
 He oughter be glad to sarve for nothing. 
 
 Man: Or at least be content with a dollar a day, more nor 
 double what a feller gits fer mauling rails. 
 
 Dr. Maxwell: The Seminary will open today, my friends. 
 Send your boys to Mr. Hall at once, all who want to have 
 a classical education. The tuition will be $5 a year. 
 
 Ebenezer : Five dollars a year ! But the State 's a-payin' fer 
 this, an' it ought not cost anything, even the most power- 
 fullest, highest larnin' should not cost us a cut quarter. 
 Why should we pay fer it twice? 
 
 Jonathan Lindley : Send your boys right to Mr. Hall. The 
 building is not finished, so he will see them here. 
 
 (There is some quiet consideration of the situution as the 
 doubting people withdraw and the Trustees confer among 
 
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themselves, during which there is silence. Then a number of 
 boys of various sizes come in, some with books and some with- 
 out. They go up to Mr. Hall in the center, who leaves the 
 Trustees.) 
 
 The First Man : Well, I '11 jest take my boy out 'n the school 
 and send him yere to the College. He 's got to have the 
 best there is ! 
 
 (He goes off and soon the boy, axe in hand, comes and joins 
 those in front of Hall. The girls stand off to one side in a 
 group and listen.) 
 
 Hall: Boys and young gentlemen, I am happy to see you. 
 We are now about to commence our State College, or Sem- 
 inary. I hope all feel what an honor attends being the 
 first students. By proper exertions on our parts it may 
 eventually rise to the level of the eastern colleges and be 
 a blessing to our State and country. You have all, I sup- 
 pose, the necessary books? 
 
 Boys : I've got 'em. 
 
 Me, too. 
 
 I 've brung most on 'em. 
 
 Master, Uncle Billy 's to fetch mine out in his wagin 
 about Monday next. 
 
 Father says he could n't mind the names and wants 
 'em on a paper. 
 
 Books ! I never heem tell of any books ! Won't these 
 here ones do, master ? This here 's the Western Spellin' 
 one ; and this one 's the Western Kalkelatur ? 
 
 Mr. Hall, I fotched my copy-book and a bottle of red 
 ink to sit down siferin in; and daddy wants me to lam 
 , book-keepin' and surveyin*. 
 
 Hall : Order, boys, order ! There is a misunderstanding with 
 some, both as to the books and the whole design and plan 
 of the school, I perceive. This is to be a Classical and 
 Mathematical School, and no person can be admitted un- 
 less intending to enter upon the prescribed course, and 
 that includes, even at the start, Latin and Greek. Now, 
 first, who are to study the dead languages ? 
 
 Boys : I do. I do. Me too. 
 
 Hall : You, then, come over here. Let me have your names. 
 Yours? 
 
 The Ten : Findlay Dodds ; James F. Dodds ; Aaron Furgeson ; 
 
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Hamilton Stockwell ; John Todd ; Michael Hummer ; Sam- 
 uel C. Dunn ; James W. Dunn ; James A. Maxwell ; Joseph 
 A. Wright. 
 
 Hall: Joseph Wright, I appoint you to ring the Seminary- 
 bell during your college course. I will attend to you ten 
 directly, so soon as I have dismissed the others. (To 
 others:) I regret, my young friends, that you are disap- 
 pointed. In order to enter, you must be qualified. Indeed, 
 if I wished I have no power to admit you. I hope there- 
 fore you will now go home and explain the matter to your 
 parents. 
 
 Boy : Daddy says he does n't see no sort a' use in the high 
 larn'd things, and he wants me to larn Inglish only and 
 book-keepin' and surveying so as to tend store and run a 
 line. 
 
 Another : I allow, Mister, we 've near about as good a right 
 to be larn'd what we wants as them t' other fellers over 
 there. 
 
 Third : It 's a free school f er all ! 
 
 (There is some grumbling as the rejected boys go off in two 
 groups toward either end of the grandstand. Their grumbling 
 gets louder and louder the farther from Hall they go, until as 
 they go out they are shouting names at him.) 
 
 Boys : Don't want yer high larnin' ! . . High larnin' ain't 
 no good f er makin' a livin' anyway ; father says so ! . . 
 High larnin' ! High larnin' ! 
 
 Hall: Now, you who are the first students of the College, 
 come here into the shelter of the growing building and I 
 will start you in Latin. First, we will learn the word for 
 Star, Stella, — what is it? 
 
 The Ten : Stella, the star. 
 
 Hall: Yes, Stella, the Star. May it lead you in all you do! 
 Come, I will take the utmost pains to drill you well, so 
 that what you learn in this University, or College, may 
 stand you in good turn all through your lives. 
 
 (They withdraw up to the shelter of the building, where 
 they study under Mr. Hall's guidance, he standing, a few stand- 
 ing with him, most of them sitting on the ground, books in 
 hand, during the succeeding action. . . . From either side 
 come discontented people, men and women with some children 
 
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tagging along behind. Some start to go right up to Hall and 
 his class, as if to intrude upon him their unmistakable dis- 
 pleasure; others gather in little groups to talk out their griev- 
 ances.) 
 
 One : He 's too 'tamal stuck-up with his high and big-bug 
 lamin' what he won't teach to none but what he chooses, 
 and what ain't no good to no one nohow. 
 
 Another: Rat, tha's what he is, a rat, a Presbjrterian rat! 
 They 's jist a-laying their tracks how they going to take 
 this yere collidge fer theirselves, thet 's what they 're up 
 to. See ef they ain't ! 
 
 Third : Thar he is, look at 'im takin' the people's eddikashin 
 money fer larnin' ristecrats' sons high-flown words. 
 Gimme thet 'ar stone ; I '11 do fer *im ! 
 
 Another: Why don't he work fer his living like honest folk? 
 
 Fourth : It ud be a right smart chance better to have no 
 collidge nohow if all folks hain't equal right to larn what 
 they most like best. 
 
 (Amid a great hub-bub there enters Gen. Jacob Lowe with 
 a following of more malcontents. At the same time, evidently 
 with determination to offset his trouble-making , there come 
 other people more conservative in manners and more classical 
 in predilections.) 
 
 Jacob Lowe : What do you say ? You are the people ! This 
 yere 's your money they 's throwin' away, givin' to 'Ris- 
 tocrats and Rats ! People, they 's electin' another perf es- 
 ser now, an' he 's a Presbyterian Rat an' Ristocrat too ! 
 Those who will stand up fer their rights, f oiler me ! 
 
 (A number of the worse element gather around Jacob Lowe 
 and are about to start off with him, when they are stopped by 
 the appearance of the Board of Trustees coming toward them. 
 Lowe points at them in dumb anger. Dr. Maxwell is walking 
 in front. Prof. John N. Harney, the newly elected Professor of 
 Pure and Applied Mathematics, with him. Everyone quiets 
 down. There is dead silence as the Trustees approach. When 
 Jacob Lowe addresses the Trustees, they stop.) 
 
 Lowe : Mr. President and Gentlemen of the Board : — hem ! — 
 I have the honor to be the orgun of the people — hem! — 
 and we 're here to forbid the election of thet 'ar Mr. Har- 
 ney, thet Ohio Buckeye to be our Professor of Mathe- 
 
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matucs. An' they say they do n't want two teachers of 
 the same religion nohow. It 's the people's collidge an' 
 it 's their eddikashin money an' they say it 's better to 
 have 'em of different creeds, — hem ! — and I say it — hem ! 
 and — 
 
 Maxwell : It is with regret, General Lowe, and my respected 
 fellow-citizens, that I interrupt this eloquent utterance, 
 but in the present case I really do believe the danger is 
 not to be apprehended. We all know the liberal senti- 
 ments of the President of the Seminary, Professor Hall, 
 towards all religious bodies. Then, too, the gentleman 
 just elected by us, — I say, just elected by us, — to be Pro- 
 fessor of Pure and Applied Mathematics, Prof. John M. 
 Harney, is not known to be a member of any communion. 
 Lastly, we Trustees are of six different denominations 
 ourselves and will surely guard against any danger such 
 as is mentioned. Had this honorable representation come 
 but fifteen minutes sooner, something might have been 
 done or at least considered, but now it is too late for us 
 to retrace our steps. Fellow-citizens, I introduce to you 
 Professor Harney. You will find him a western man. 
 
 (Baynard R. Hall goes over and grasps Harney by the hand. 
 Those of Dr. Maxwell's inclining cheer loud and heartily and 
 also go up to greet the new man. Jacob Lowe's friends retort 
 with groans and angry shouts of disapproval. The disorder 
 grows apace, but is suddenly interrupted by a horseman riding 
 in with warning.) 
 
 Rider: The Governor! The Governor is coming, with a lot 
 of other big-bugs ! 
 
 (Reluctant order is restored by the disturbing element, and 
 all turn in the direction whence the rider came. Up the road 
 is seen riding on horseback with a certain pompous but yet 
 real dignity, the Governor of the State of Indiana, James 
 Brown Ray, attended by Judge James Scott and others, the 
 m,embers of the Board of Visitors. As soon as he has well 
 reached the place, with an evident appreciation of the spec- 
 tacular effectiveness of his great office, the Governor stops 
 and awaits the proper greeting of his people. Dr. Maxwell 
 goes forward to greet and welcome the Chief Magistrate; the 
 men all uncover their heads. Without dismounting, the Gov- 
 ernor speaks from the saddle.) 
 
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Governor: We have come to you, my fellow-citizens of 
 Bloomington, — we, His Excellency, Governor of your State 
 and the Board of Visitors of the Indiana Seminary, — in 
 the exercise of our functions to inspect the State Seminary 
 which is located in your midst. In order that I might 
 personally fulfill this duty I have for the time abandoned 
 all the other important responsibilities of my office of 
 Governor of Indiana, for the reason that this is an occa- 
 sion of great moment. I foresee that the educational de- 
 velopment of this State is destined to marvelous develop- 
 ment. I foresee that this Seminary will speedily become 
 first a College, and then a University, and I trust that 
 we ourselves may make a report which will soon precipi- 
 tate measures to that end. Such being the future of this 
 institution and of this town, it is fitting, right, and proper 
 that I, James Brown Ray, Governor of Indiana, should be 
 present on this historic occasion. Fellow-citizens, let us 
 proceed to the auspicious performance of our duties. Let 
 the President and Board of Trustees, the Faculty, and the 
 Students precede us. People of Indiana, attend us ! 
 
 (In the order designated by the Governor, all depart in a 
 loose procession out around the south end of the grandstand.) 
 
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EPISODE THREE: THE INSTALLATION OF 
 PRESIDENT WYLIE 
 
 (From back of the grandstand is heard the singing of an old 
 Methodist camp-meeting hymn, followed by the Old Hundred 
 Doxology as at the close of a meeting. There is a pause, about 
 long enough for benediction. Then people come pouring along 
 to big good-bye to the elder, the Rev. Lorenzo Dow. He is rid- 
 ing a good horse, and has the saddle-bags and other equipment 
 of the circuit rider. He stops and turns to bid the people 
 good-bye once more.) 
 
 Dow : God save you everyone, dear friends ! This is the last 
 time I shall look upon your faces until we meet at the foot 
 of the Throne ! And then, oh then, may there be not one 
 missing! (Amen! amen!) You and I, old men and 
 women, must soon be removed from this mortal state to 
 go either to everlasting bliss or everlasting punishment. 
 (We mv^t; we must. Glory Alleluia! Amen!) What will 
 become of the church when we are dead and gone? 
 (Ch'oans.) Young men, young women, I trust in God 
 that many of you will now, even at this last moment, be 
 converted, and washed in the blood of the Lamb, take up 
 the cross and become the preachers and pious Christians 
 of afterdays! (Amen! Amen! Amen! Glory to God!) 
 
 (Several young men on the edge of the crowd, one especially, 
 laugh and make fun of the old circuit rider.) 
 
 Dow: Take care, sinner, take care, you who are laughing 
 yonder! Turn not up the scornful nose, lest so you see 
 not the pit yawning before you and you be lost in eternal 
 fire for your sins and wickedness ! Sinner, you are mine ! 
 I will save you from the evil one even now. Mark me, 
 sinner, an hour ago, when the horn called out embattled 
 hosts to private prayer, I knelt in yonder grove and 
 prayed for you. Yes, laughing sinner, laugh no more ! I 
 prayed that some poor soul hastening on its way to hell 
 might be given to me for my hire, and the Lamb prom- 
 ised me one, and you — are — he! (Glory, Glory Alleluia! 
 Amen! Amen! Glory to God!) 
 
 (The young man to whom the rider addresses his remarks 
 is struck in conscience and more and more is impressed by the 
 
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Tninister's earnest plea. At last he falls down on his knees, 
 his face buried in his hands, sobbing with remorse as the 
 brethren around him exult and praise God for his salvation. 
 Dow dismounts from his horse, runs to him, puts his hand on 
 his head in blessing, and lifts him up. 
 
 Dow : Praise God, my brother, that He saved thee in time ! 
 
 Convert: I praise Him! And I will go with thee whereso- 
 ever thou goest; I will follow thee and tend thee all thy 
 days until thou cross the river. (He goes and brings 
 Dow's horse to him.) 
 
 Dow : Come, my brother, God has given thee to me and me 
 to thee. Come, we will go ride and tie together to the end. 
 
 (Dow mounts his horse again, silently lifts his hand in bless- 
 ing over his people, turns and rides away, the convert, after 
 bidding a hasty farewell to his friends, running along beside 
 him. The people wave farewell and Godspeed to the minister 
 and then sing one stanza of the hymn.) 
 
 (When the minister has gone, under the high tension of 
 feeling there is some weeping among the women and then, un- 
 der the reaction, one of them collapses. The neighbors have a 
 hard time to bring her to, and one or two even go to the ex- 
 treme to lament that she is dead. Dr. David H. Maxwell 
 comes riding in on his horse from a visit to patients. He is 
 a Wian of forty-three, of slight build, fair, straight, six feet 
 tall, dignified, courteous and kindly in manner. Seeing the 
 trouble, he gets off his horse and comes to the group.) 
 
 Maxwell: What is the matter? Can I help? 
 
 A Woman : Nothing matter at all, Doctor. It 's Sarah Jones, 
 jest a' got religion ; pretty bad she is, but she 's in the 
 hands of the Lord. 
 
 Women : All right, doctor ; you know best. 
 
 (Dr. Maxwell ministers to the woman, first making the 
 people draw back a little to give her air, and then giving her 
 some salts to smell. Soon she revives.) 
 
 Sarah Jones: Where am I? Oh, it 's you, doctor? What's 
 the matter with me? 
 
 Maxwell: Just a little too much for the nerves; just a little 
 nerves. You '11 be all right soon, if you '11 take care of 
 yourself and not get excited. 
 
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A Man : It 's religion she got, and she 's free from sin, praise 
 God ! She 's a feeling woman, praise God ! 
 
 All: Amen! Amen, praise God! 
 
 Maxwell: Yes, yes, but we can feel deeply without tearing 
 our nerves to pieces. The Bible says, "Ye shall know the 
 truth, and the truth shall make you free." Now do you 
 feel better? 
 
 Sarah Jones : I feel better now. Doctor. 
 
 Maxwell: Get up now and go home. Lie down and I will 
 come to see you after a while. 
 
 (Some of the women help her and go out with her to the 
 north of the grandstand. Dr. Maxwell takes his horse from 
 the boy that has been holding it for him. Mrs. Maxwell and 
 other ladies with young men helping them pass through, carry- 
 ing chairs, dishes, bedding, and other household furnishings 
 with which to fix up the Wylie's house for their reception.) 
 
 Mrs. Faris: Land sakes, Mrs. Maxwell,, you goin' to lend 
 those best painted chairs o' yourn? 
 
 Mrs. Maxwell : Yes, certainly. We want to make them com- 
 fortable and make them feel welcome, don't ye? You are 
 lending your best. 
 
 Mrs. Faris: Yes, course I am, but my bestest chairs ain't 
 nothin' compared to them chairs o' yourn. 
 
 Mrs. Orchard : How '11 they know who to return the things 
 to? 
 
 Mrs. Maxwell: That will have to take care of itself later. 
 
 Mrs. Orchard: I s'pose it would be kinder sorter awkward 
 and inhospitable to go an' ask fer yer things back, and 
 they won't know who they belongs to. 
 
 Mrs. Maxwell : The main thing for us to worry about now 
 is to give them a place to sit down, and beds to sleep on 
 and things to eat when they first get here all tired from 
 their long journey. 
 
 Mrs. Smith : Yes, ez you say, thet 's the main thing. 
 
 Mrs. Orchard : They kin have my things as long as they like. 
 
 (The Post comes riding down the wood road at a good pace. 
 He has a long tin horn which he blows vociferously. He car- 
 
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Ties the mail in saddle-bags. The people quickly throng around 
 him to receive their letters,) 
 
 Several: The Post! The Post! 
 
 Austin Seward : Did you see anything of the new President 
 coming along, Tim? 
 
 The Post : Yes, he 's not so far behind me. Coming at a 
 fine rate. Got a barouche and a Conestoga wagon. Hall 
 and young Maxwell was with him. 
 
 Maxwell: We might well be getting together. Lewis Boll- 
 man told us he thought the wagons would get here about 
 this hour of the afternoon today. You take my horse, 
 John, and ride down the road till you see them and then 
 come back as fast as you can and warn us. Meantime 
 we will be getting the people together. 
 
 (A young man mounts the horse and rides off at a good 
 pace. People begin to gather at the call of Dr. Maxwell and 
 the others that assist him. Gordon Robinson, a veteran of the 
 War of 1812, takes charge of forming the procession. Trus- 
 tees, county officials, townspeople, students, all are present. 
 A pole is brought in and erected, surmounted with the arrange- 
 ment of candles representative of the twenty-four students, 
 two professors, and one President of the College. The courier 
 comes riding back at a gallop.) 
 
 Courier : They *re coming ; they 're coming ! They are near ! 
 
 (Professor Harney climbs a beech tree to see as soon as pos- 
 sible the actual approach. Jim Maxwell, Dr. Maxwell's four- 
 teen-year-old son, and a few other boys also climb trees. There 
 is quiet, the silence of expectation. Suddenly there is heard up 
 the road the noise of bells, and commotion.) 
 
 Several : Here they come ! Here they come ! 
 Robinson : Fall in 1 Fall in, people ! Fall in ! 
 Granny Sheets: Vhat's happening? Vhat's happening? 
 Mrs. Faris : The new President's coming. 
 Granny Sheets: Veil, de vorld might come to an end and 
 I not know it till next day. 
 (Excitement increases, the people hurriedly taking their 
 places in line, until the first of a number of cows appears up 
 the road, as the not inconsiderable herd come hurrying along, 
 their cow-bells jangling and making quite a commotion. The 
 people, laughing, break their ranks.) 
 
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Robinson : It 's a lot of cows. 
 
 Maxwell : But why should the cows be coming home at this 
 time in the afternoon ? 
 (The cows come swinging, jangling down the road, a great 
 many of them. The boys start to head them off and drive 
 them off to one side of the grandstand.) 
 
 Harney (up the tree) : Fall in! Fall in! James Maxwell 's 
 behind the cows! I see his handkerchief waving on his 
 whip ! The President *s coming ! 
 
 Robinson : Fall in ! Fall in, quickly ! 
 
 (The people in haste resume their places in line, the crowd 
 backing up out of sight behind the grandstand as the line ex- 
 tends. Dr. Maxwell and the Trustees and County officials are 
 in front; next the students, with Professor Harney at the 
 head; then the citizens of Bloomington, their families and 
 friends. As the last of the cows come down and are driven 
 past on the slope above the crowd, James A. Maxwell is seen 
 on his horse, coming ahead, his handkerchief tied to his whip 
 which he waves. He wears blue breeches and green leggings, 
 as also does Professor Hall. A short distanct behind comes 
 Professor Hall, also on horseback, just in front of a barouche 
 in which are seated the new President, the Rev. Andrew 
 Wylie, his wife, and his younger children. Behind the barouche 
 comes a Conestoga wagon, by the side of which ride, on one 
 horse, Lewis C. Bollman and a kinsman of his on way to 
 Bloomington. The other children of the President's, with the 
 others of his household, ride in the Conestoga, while one or 
 two large boys walk by its side. A great cheer goes up as 
 President Wylie comes in sight. At Gordon Robinson's order 
 the procession of welcome advances a short way; then the 
 Trustees and officials stop, while the townspeople advance 
 in two lines, enfolding the Trustees between them and form- 
 ing a pocket into which the President's barouche is driven. 
 The President bows and stands and bows in acknowledgment 
 of the continued cheering. Dr. Maxwell steps forward, tak- 
 ing papers from his hat, and puts up his hand for silence. 
 Amid instant quiet, he addresses to the new President the wel- 
 come of the College, — Trustees, Faculty and Students, and of 
 the people of Bloomington.) 
 
 Maxwell : Dr. Wylie, in behalf of the Trustees, Faculty, and 
 Students of Indiana College, and also in behalf of my 
 fellow-citizens of the Town of Bloomington, I bid you wel- 
 
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come to our midst both as President of the College and 
 as a citizen of the town. We also wish to welcome you 
 and your family to all the fellowship of Indiana neighbor- 
 hood. We all rejoice that the invitation to you to preside 
 over our infant institution has been successful. The 
 Board of Trustees have every confidence that under the 
 guidance of so experienced and able an instructor, our 
 institution will flourish and become a praise and a glory 
 to our young and rising State. We are aware that your 
 acceptance of our invitation has caused you to make many 
 sacrifices and to enter upon a field of arduous labor. Yet 
 from our knowledge of your character we are led to be- 
 lieve that when extensive usefulness is before you, priva- 
 tions and difficulties dwindle into insignificance. The 
 Board of Trustees were entirely cordial and unanimous 
 in your election and the present Faculty were both very 
 desirous that you should accept our call. Now, then, that 
 we have you at last among us, we bid you. President 
 Wylie, most hearty welcome. 
 
 Wylie : Dr. Maxwell, we heartily thank you, and all our col- 
 leagues of the Board of Trustees, the Faculty, and the 
 Students, and also the people of Bloomington, for this 
 very kind and auspicious welcome. We feel it is a great 
 honor to take part as President of Indiana College in the 
 true up-building of the State. With the assistance of 
 our respectable colleagues and the support and coopera- 
 tion of the Board and other friends of the infant institu- 
 tion, we will rely on God's blessing for success in the un- 
 dertaking we are now about to commence, that of rearing 
 up an institution which shall become, before long, the 
 pride and glory of the State, the loved and revered spot 
 to which her sons shall resort, to enjoy advantages, equal 
 at least to those of any other seat of learning west of the 
 Alleghenies. A people who undertake to maintain their 
 liberties must foster institutions of learning. An edu- 
 cated man cannot exist without throwing light around 
 him. I am a believer in the omnipotence of education, of 
 education obtained in the nursery, at the paternal fire- 
 side, in the elementary school and at the college. What- 
 ever industry and zeal on our part can effect, we here 
 pledge for the accomplishment of this object; and if we 
 should not meet with success, we shall at least try to 
 deserve it. 
 
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(At the close of the addresses, Dr. Maxwell and the Trus- 
 tees go up and shake hands with President and Mrs. Wylie. 
 Professor Harney is presented and some of the townspeople; 
 then the students in a body. Lewis Bollman approaches a 
 man whom he has noticed taking notes of the addresses.) 
 
 Bollman: What did you think of the new President's ad- 
 dress? I saw you taking notes. 
 
 Man: It was a very ordinary address, sir, a very ordinary 
 address. He used but two words that I did not know 
 the meaning of. 
 
 Maxwell : Now, Colonel Robinson, we are ready. 
 
 Robinson : Fall in ! Fall in your places again ! 
 
 Maxwell : We will now escort you to your home, which Mrs. 
 Wylie will find the ladies of Bloomington have delighted 
 to make ready for your reception. This evening there 
 will be a feast and tonight an illumination in your honor. 
 
 (Under the direction of Gordon Robinson, the Trustees turn 
 in and reverse their march; then follow the two Professors; 
 half of the students; the President's barouche; the rest of the 
 students; the Conestoga ivagon; the townspeople. The people 
 cheer and the President bows continually as they all march 
 out.) 
 
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II. LIGHT AND TRUTH 
 
 With sudden and piercing brilliance the orchestra strikes 
 instantly into a motif suggestive of clear Light in the strings 
 accented with the cymbals and maybe the high brass. As sud- 
 denly there appears at the top of the slope the figure of Light, 
 — not merely physical, but intellectual and spiritual as well. 
 He shines in white radiance and carries in his right hand a 
 great torch. He stands on the crest of the hill near the Ob- 
 servatory and calls to men to come and receive the fire of 
 Light and Truth. 
 
 Light : Light ! Light ! Light ! Light ! Ye Men of all the Earth 
 Who dwell throughout the range of Time and Space, 
 Arise ! Arise from out the lower plane 
 Whereon you live ! Bring forth the unlit torch 
 Of life ! Receive the fire of Light and Truth ! 
 
 In response to the call of Light there comes from one side 
 of the grandstand the figure of the Hebrew race followed by 
 several men of learning and inspiration of that race, Moses, 
 David, and Isaiah. In close sequence from the other side there 
 comes the figure of Greece, followed by Socrates, Plato, and 
 Aristotle; then Rome followed by Caesar, Virgil, and Cicero. 
 To each racial figure the Light inclines his torch and thereby 
 lights its torch and says to them as they open their books : 
 
 Light : Reveal the light ! Unveil the truth ! 
 Except by these dare not to live! 
 Except for these dare not to die ! 
 Go forth upon thy way! 
 
 As these withdraw and take their places a little down the 
 slope, there come in turn from either side the Arabians and the 
 Monastic Learning of the Middle Ages ; and then, coming from 
 both sides, a larger group representing the Renaissance. They 
 join as they go up through the center of the other groups who 
 welcome them as the heirs of all alike. To these also the figure 
 of Light inclines his torch and addresses his exhortation in 
 briefer form : 
 
 Light : Reveal the light ! Unveil the truth ! 
 
 Almost immediately following the Renaissance group, yet 
 distinct from it, come two figures representing the Universi- 
 
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ties of Oxford and Cambridge, together from the same side. 
 They go along the way the Renaissance group has gone, 
 up through the middle, and as they approach the Light, the 
 Renaissance group divides to welcome them among them and 
 to introduce them to the Light. Herewith the music in the 
 orchestra returning to the first clear form of the Light motif 
 in the strings and cymbals works up to a first climax, marking 
 the completion of the first, the European stage of the develop- 
 ment. 
 
 As the Universities of Oxford and Cambridge turn round 
 there enter people of the American Colonies, — Puritans from 
 New England, Merchants from New York, Quakers from 
 Pennsylvania, and Cavaliers from Virginia. They stand in 
 two great groups near the grandstand, gazing at the academic 
 tableaux before them. To them, one on either side, the Uni- 
 versities of Oxford and Cambridge go down, and from them 
 bring the earlier American universities, — Harvard, William 
 and Mary, Yale, Brown, Pennsylvania, Princeton, — and escort 
 them up the slope to the Light. These in turn go back and 
 take their places in front of their own people. 
 
 As this proceeds, a number of Hoosier backwoodsmen, hun- 
 ters and pioneers, men, women, and children, come together 
 in the center. Some of the eastern people join them. They 
 stand far down by the grandstand in the center. To them the 
 figure of Light calls: 
 
 Light : Intrepid Indiana men, arise ! 
 
 Raise high the torch that guides your feet from birth 
 
 To death along your trails and streams. Be all 
 
 Your ways with radiance filled, with Light ! With Light ! 
 
 At once, in answer to his call, there comes recurrent in the 
 music the Indiana motif, and from among the pioneers there 
 enters the State of Indiana. She advances part way up the 
 slope and says that there is among these frontier people no 
 university or means for spreading the light, but that she will 
 herself supply the need and create a new, a State University. 
 
 State of Indiana: No torch sheds light, no volume shines 
 for these ; 
 But I, the State, will for them well provide ! 
 The Torch ! The book ! The child ! The robes and shield ! 
 
 At her call for the torch and the book, two of those who have 
 come from the east bring them. At her call for the child, a 
 circuit rider and a pioneer lead forward to her a child dressed 
 
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only in the tunic. When the robes and the shield are brought 
 to her, she robes the child in them, hangs the shield on her 
 shoulder, and gives her the torch and the book. As all the 
 Hoosiers raise their arms in acclamation, the State of Indiana 
 leads the child up to the Light. He lights the torch and opens 
 the book of the new State University, repeating in full the 
 exhortation : 
 
 Light: Reveal the light! Unveil the truth! 
 
 Except by these dare not to live ! Except for these 
 Dare not to die ! Go forth upon thy way ! 
 
 The State of Indiana turns the child around and presents her 
 to the people of the State, who acclaim their State and their 
 University with shouts sung on the Indiana motif with the 
 words : 
 
 All: All hail, Indiana, hail! 
 
 The music sweeps into a brilliant, ecstatic march built on 
 the Indiana and the Light motifs, strong and clear, full orches- 
 tra. To a continuation of this march the academic groups de- 
 scend the slope and go out at the base of the hill: first the 
 ancient and mediaeval races, then the Universities of Oxford 
 and Cambridge and the earlier American universities, follow- 
 ed by their people. The people of Indiana go forward to meet 
 their State and the child University; then return and go out 
 with them. The music returns to the clear intense music of 
 pure Light with which the Interlude began, mainly in the 
 strings and cymbals. The figure of Light vanishes whence 
 he came to this music. 
 
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EPISODE FOUR: THE HOOSIER OPPOSITION (1850) 
 
 (Five Election Commissioners come on with table, chairs, 
 rope, stakes, and ballot-box. They arrange these for the con- 
 duct of the election. At the same time men and women pass 
 through preparing for a barbecue, carrying picks and shovels 
 for the trench, wood, and creatures for the feast, an ox, a hog, 
 baskets of vegetables and fruit. A man comes through the 
 other direction driving a fine cow.) 
 
 Politician: Hello, Sam! Bringing that 'ar critter to the 
 barbecue ? 
 
 Farmer : No, sir-ree ! That 'ar 's going to the Agricultural 
 Society's fair ! Goin' take a prize, too ! 
 
 Politician : Ye 're not sure ; better bring her yere to us 
 instead. (Turning to another man.) Fix up a place for 
 the speakin'. Bill. There ain't no stump worth anything 
 here handy. 
 
 (Bill gets a large box and fixes a step up to it and nails a 
 rail on. Men, women, and children come in, all kinds and 
 classes. The smoke rises from the barbecue just back in the 
 woods a little way. A stake with a big notice of the election 
 and campaign placards of the parties and the issues is put up 
 just back of the election place. A band is heard approaching. 
 It comes in, playing an old-time tune, at the head of a proces- 
 sion, which marches around and comes to a stop at the speak- 
 ing-place.) 
 
 Election Commissioner: The polls are open, gentlemen! 
 Come and vote ! Come and vote ! 
 
 (Party workers immediately start to bring men up to vote 
 and quickly a line is formed. Each voter is asked his name; 
 the name is called out and verified on the books and, provided 
 he is not challenged, the vote is put into the ballot box. The 
 votes are pieces of paper of all kinds and description. After 
 the ballot is deposited, the voter is asked:) 
 
 Elec. Comm. : Are you for or against free schools, paid for by 
 taxation ? 
 
 (The answer, Yes or No, is recorded and the voter passes 
 on to give way to the next, either going back to the speaking 
 
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or over toward the barbecue. This continues through the epi- 
 sode until the balloting is closed near the end and the vote is 
 announced. From time to time the monotony of the election 
 is varied by an incident out of the order.) 
 Elec. Comm.: What's yer name? 
 
 Voter : Ben Robertson. 
 
 Elec. Comm. : You ain't old enough to vote yet. 
 
 Voter : Yes, I am ; I 'm twenty-one. I could bring my ma and 
 pa to prove it ef they wer n't dead both. Here 's my birth 
 certificate. 
 
 Elec. Comm.: That ain't a birth certificate; that's a mar- 
 riage license. 
 
 Voter: Oh, is it? 
 
 Elec. Comm.: Are you Benjamin T. Robertson? Are you 
 married ? 
 
 Voter : Well, no ; I 'm not married — yet. That 's my father's. 
 
 Worker : Oh, let him vote, Bill, if he wants to. He '11 vote 
 all right. 
 (As the procession comes to a stand-still, the Chairman 
 mounts the box, and is about to open the rally, when Cornelius 
 Perring comes in with a group of the young ladies of the Mon- 
 roe County Female Seminary. People make way for them.) 
 
 Perring : I thank you. I think it proper that my young ladies 
 should be interested in matters of public education. 
 
 Chairman: Ladies and gentlemen and fellow-citizens of 
 Bloomington and Monroe County: It is with great 
 pleasure I proceed to discharge the duties that you have 
 done me the honor to impose upon me. This election is 
 one of the greatest importance to every person here, man, 
 woman, or child. , The voters are this day to decide 
 whether they favor free public schools paid for by State 
 taxation (cheers; and loud cries of No! and also cries not 
 so strong of Yes!), and they are to elect from their num- 
 ber one who shall represent them in the Constitutional 
 Convention to prepare a new organic law for the State of 
 Indiana. Today we have the honor of listening to three 
 speakers. The first is an ardent champion of the propo- 
 sition that the State should support free schools. I have 
 the pleasure of introducing to you the Rev. Caleb Mills, 
 of Crawfordsville, who will now address you. 
 
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Caleb Mills: Ladies and gentlemen of Bloomington and 
 Monroe County: With utmost confidence that your ac- 
 tion at the polls today will be controlled by that noble and 
 patriotic principle, the public good, I will proceed to the 
 presentation of such facts and suggestions upon the sub- 
 ject of Education as may be of service to you. The true 
 glory of a people consists in the intelligence and virtue 
 of its individual members. On you now rests the respon- 
 sibility of consummating what was so nobly conceived by 
 the framers of our constitution, by registering such a vote 
 in favor of free public schools supported by the State as 
 shall justify your legislature in prompt, efficient, and 
 adequate appropriation for education. The burdens its op- 
 eration may occasion will not be reluctantly borne by a 
 community that scorns the repudiation of a debt incurred 
 for the construction of railroads and canals. The works 
 contemplated by such a system of education are designed 
 to develop the mental and moral resources of the rising 
 generation, and convert every log cabin in the State into 
 a depot of knowledge upon the great railroad of litera- 
 ture and science. We need no foreign capitalist to take 
 such stock. Its dividends will be paid, not in some distant 
 city, but at the fireside of every freeman in the common- 
 wealth. 
 
 Let us ascertain how many of our youth are deprived 
 of what should be the birthright of all, the means of an 
 education. Then let the question be fairly met, what is 
 the duty of this great, noble State? Of the 268,040 in- 
 habitants over twenty years of age in Indiana in 1840, 
 38,100 were unable to read and write. One-seventh part 
 of our adult population unable to read the word of God, 
 or the votes they cast in the exercise of their election 
 franchise! Of the approximately 319,344 children be- 
 tween five and twenty years of age in the State by the 
 report of the superintendent of schools only 214,442 are 
 receiving instruction and many of these doubtless only 
 half the instruction each should receive. That is, many 
 a parent pledges himself to patronize the district school 
 a scholar and a half, and to avoid repudiation sends a 
 half a dozen children at various times during the quarter 
 a sufficient number of days to be equal to the regular 
 attendance of one pupil for a quarter and a half. 
 
 A Man in the Crowd : That 's right, what he says. I do 
 myself. 
 
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Caleb Mills : In twenty-two counties of the State the number 
 of those over twenty unable to read and write is one in 
 less than 6, — from one in 5.9 to one in 2.3. There is one 
 bright spot on our eastern horizon, which to the honor 
 of the Friends deserves to be exhibited and which shows 
 what can be done in Indiana when there is the disposition. 
 The county of Wayne brings the number up to one in 
 222. (Some polite but not too spirited applause.) Among 
 the States of the federal union Connecticut stands high- 
 est at one in every 311.2 ; the free States average at one 
 in 11.6, while Indiana stands at one in 7, almost as low 
 as the slave States at one in 5.6. This discloses a state of 
 things that may well alarm us for the perpetuity of the 
 Union and rouse the public mind. 
 
 A Drunken Man : On the wings of love I fly 
 
 From grocer-ee to grocer-eye! 
 
 Caleb Mills : The State should pay for the education of her 
 people. "What costs nothing is worth nothing." Let a 
 State tax of two mills on the dollar be levied and a town- 
 ship tax of one mill on the dollar be authorized for this 
 purpose. It is the duty of the State to furnish the means 
 of primary education to the entire youth within her 
 bounds. It is right ; it is policy. It is for you to command 
 that such a plan shall be immediately adopted. 
 
 (There is some respectful applause. It is interrupted, how- 
 ever, by the beginning of a fight.) 
 
 Rough : Howsomever what he says may be, I kin lick anyone 
 here! 
 
 Another : Aw, gwan, ye kinnot. 
 
 Elec. Comm. : Get away from here if you want to fight ! No 
 fighting near the polls, or I '11 run you both in jail. 
 
 (The roughs and their adherents withdraw up the hill a 
 little way and there get to work in a ruleless fight beginning 
 with the striking and dodging of blows and soon coming to a 
 clinch and a rough and tumble until one cries " 'Nough!" 
 Meantime the Chairman proceeds to introduce the next 
 speaker.) 
 
 Chairman : Fellow citizens, I now have the pleasure of intro- 
 ducing to you our friend and neighbor and representative 
 
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in the Legislature, where he shines among his betters, the 
 Hon. Reuben Nichols of Monroe County. 
 
 Nichols: My friends and neighbors, and may I call all of 
 you my constituents, this is not the time for me to dis- 
 play my powers of eloquence. You have listened to fine 
 speaking from our friend here from Crawfordsville. I 
 had no college education like he had. I 'm just a plain 
 man, like anyone of you. It may be that I shall come to 
 consider this here question of free schools later, setting 
 as your representative in the halls of legislation at the 
 State capital. I want right here and now simply to say 
 what I think and what I 'spect you think on this here 
 proposition of raising the taxes for educating other 
 people's children. I'm in favor of education, my fellow 
 citizens, just the same as Mr. Mills is, but the real ques- 
 tion is, how 're ye going to get it ! I believe the best edu- 
 cation a man can get is from life! And the sooner a man 
 gets out into life, the better, for then he 's a-getting to 
 the best there is. Think of your old father and your old 
 mother what brought you up! Do you want to be better 
 off than them ? I say shame on you if you do ! Follow 
 in their footsteps! Imitate the best ye can their noble 
 example ! There 's more education in that, in my opin- 
 ion, than in all the books what was ever printed, or was 
 ever worshiped in a college like that 'ar at Crawfords- 
 ville, or like this one of our 'n here at Bloomington, for 
 I want to tell you, my fellow citizens, that if we 've got 
 to have a college, we 've got one right here as good as 
 any of our own, and I believe in the home product. 
 (Cheers.) Yes, friends, the home product. Thet 's what I 
 believe in! Now there was one thing the last speaker 
 said that attracted my attention. I agree with him in it. 
 But I don't believe it means just what he made it out 
 for to mean. He says, "What costs nothing is worth 
 nothing." The man what do n't want his childem edu- 
 cated enough to pay for it don't want them educated 
 much, and let me tell you, my friends and neighbors, that 
 man won't care more for it for someone else paying for 
 it instead of him, whether it is the State or who it is. 
 
 A Man in the Crowd : Thet *s right ! I ain't married. Why 
 should I pay for lamin* your children, — ^how many ye 
 got? 
 
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Other Man: Well, — who is to pay fer them? 
 
 Nichols : My friends, I love my childern and I want to feel 
 the cost of their schoolin'! I think it is the same way 
 with all of you! The last speaker has said a good deal 
 about the people of Indiana not being able to read and 
 write as much as in other States where they do not have 
 to work so hard to earn an honest living as we do here. 
 Talking against his State! Yes, but I shall say nothing 
 of that. Why? Will I not stand up for my State, and 
 the people of my State ? I '11 tell you why ! I wipe away 
 all his figures, his one in 5.9 and 2.3 ! Three-tenths of a 
 person! Why should I answer such arguments ! Do you 
 want me to ? No, but I will tell you why : it is not books 
 that make fine men and tender women, but character! 
 
 Another Man : Why should one pay for others ? Eddikashin 
 ain't charity. 
 
 Nichols: See here, it is conscience that makes a man do 
 what 's right, not books ! Am I right ? So why pay at- 
 tention to figures? If other States can read more books 
 and write more useless nonsense, Indiana can show finer 
 men and more lovable women, and the way the people 
 from the east is coming across the mountains into the 
 State of Indiana proves that they know it over there 
 theirselves and thet they are leaving their old homes and 
 coming to Indiana as fast as they can get here. My 
 friends, I thank you. Vote for free schools and higher 
 taxes if you want to. 
 
 (Amid roars of applause he comes down. There is a stam- 
 pede over to the polls, where the crowd is so great that the 
 voting is impeded.) 
 
 Elec. Comm. : Say, Tom, get a couple of fellows and start a 
 fight over there, so we can ease off this crowd a bit. We 
 are swamped. Stay back there, men! 
 
 (Tom does it with great success; a fine fight is soon going 
 on a feiv rods away and the voting goes on more easily. Men 
 come through with transit and other instruments, surveying 
 for the New Albany and Salem Railroad. The Chairman calls 
 to the men to come hack to the speaking.) 
 
 Chairman : Here, men ; here, men ! Speaking ain't over ! It 
 is now my privilege as it is always a pleasure to introduce 
 to you a man who even though he is a professor at the 
 
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University, we know better as our own townsman. He 
 come from the east and he ain't been here long, but all 
 the same he is a real western man! Professor Daniel 
 Read. He 's a-going to the Constitutional Convention. 
 
 Crowd : That 's what he is ! We '11 send him there ! 
 
 (General applause as Professor' Read with an infor^mal 
 geniality but with nonetheless a fine dignity mounts the plat- 
 form and, smiling, bows to the crowd. The principals in the 
 fight make it up between them and send all the men to hear 
 Professor Read.) 
 
 Read : My friends and fellow-citizens : What are these men 
 doing over here ? Do I not understand that they are sur- 
 veying the route for a railroad? for the New Albany & 
 Salem Railroad that is to pass through Bloomington ? Is it 
 not true that many of us have invested money in the bonds 
 of this railroad company ? I have taken some of the stock, 
 all I could afford, and many of you here before me have. 
 I understand that our friend here, Judge Nichols, has 
 bought railroad stock. 
 
 Nichols : I have. I believe in the railroad, and I want every- 
 one to know it. 
 
 Read : Judge Nichols says that he believes in the railroad and 
 has bought stock in it. Can it be that he is so untrue to 
 his dear old father and mother as not to be content with 
 the means of transportation that they had? (Laughs.) 
 My parents wanted me to have greater advantages than 
 they had and they toiled and endured hardship that I 
 should have them. You and I wish our children to have 
 greater advantages than we have had in turn. If we do 
 not, then shame on us! Judge Nichols will agree with 
 me, I think, in saying that nothing was good enough for 
 the old folks. It does not therefore follow that what they 
 had was good enough for them. It is our duty to them 
 as well as to ourselves and to our children to advance be- 
 yond what they had both in the matter of roads and rail- 
 roads and in the matter of schools and colleges. (Cheers.) 
 You are deciding today whether or not to send me as 
 your representative to the Constitutional Convention. 
 (Cries of We will! We will!) In the few minutes at my 
 disposal I want to tell you of a matter closely concerning 
 you and the whole State which will come before the con- 
 vention, and I want to tell you what my attitude on the 
 
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question will be. An attack will be made upon our Uni- 
 versity, very probably, in the form of a resolution that 
 the income from its land endowment fund be distributed 
 among the church colleges of the State in proportion to 
 their attendance. If this attack is made, a resolution will 
 be introduced by the Hon. John Pettit, of Tippecanoe 
 County, to the effect that all trust funds held by the State 
 shall remain inviolate, and be faithfully applied to the 
 purposes for which the trust was created. This will pro- 
 tect the University and also meet all future contingencies 
 of like character. My position on this question will be 
 found to be as follows : 
 
 This endowment of the University, my friends, is a 
 fund, not a single dollar of which the State of Indiana 
 ever gave ; a fund of which the State is the mere trustee. 
 In regard to this trust fund the State has but a single duty 
 to perform, — in all good faith to carry out the purposes 
 of the fund. (Cheers.) If in any way, whether by this 
 diversion of the funds or by leaving the matter unsettled 
 for the present, the faith of the State be not now asserted, 
 you may as well destroy the University at once. Compe- 
 tent men will not come to it as professors, nor remain 
 here ; nor will students resort to an institution the tenure 
 of whose existence is uncertain and doubtful. What does 
 your University mean to you and to Indiana ? You cannot 
 go into any body of men, whether professional, political, 
 or literary, in this State in which you will not find the 
 sons of your University, Young men of genius and ambi- 
 tion, struggling with poverty, through its provisions have 
 obtained all the advantages of education which wealth can 
 bestow. The rich can send their sons to distant institu- 
 tions. Not so with the poor and those of moderate means. 
 They must have institutions near at hand, or be excluded 
 from their advantages. 
 
 Comments: That's right, what he says. I was going to let 
 my boy go to the collidge, but I ain't got money to send 
 him away. Sure he 's right. He 's a powerful smart man ! 
 He 's a clever feller ! I '11 vote f er him every time, I do n't 
 keer what his politics is ! 
 
 Read : Then, further, my fellow-citizens, is there nothing due 
 to you who bought the Seminary lands more than thirty 
 years ago after the site of the Seminary, which is now the 
 
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f 
 
 University, had been fixed here, and who bought the lands 
 in part at least because it had been fixed here? Is it just 
 and honest, is it fair and honorable for the State now to 
 scatter the fund and strike a death blow at a town which 
 has grown up around this institution? (Cries of No! No! 
 It is not right! Hurrah for Read! Cheers!) 
 
 But some say, let some religious denomination buy out 
 the University property at Bloomington. What denomi- 
 nation wants it? Does yours? Or yours? Will yours 
 buy it? Do you ask for a refusal of it for your church? 
 No man ever heard me utter a syllable against the noble 
 and persevering efforts of some of our religious denomi- 
 nations in building up institutions of education. I honor 
 them. There is room and work for all. And I feel quite 
 sure that, could I have the suffrage of all the colleges of 
 the State upon this question, it would be their unanimous 
 declaration that the State University has a work to per- 
 form which is needed in the field of education in Indiana, 
 and which none of them can fill in its place. 
 
 Shall we, as a State, proceed thus in the spirit of reck- 
 lessness to tear down our institutions, and even with the 
 assent of Congress, violate the trust of 1816 when Indi- 
 ana became a State? No! Let it be written broadly and 
 boldly upon the Constitution itself that the faith of the 
 State is, in regard to these funds as in all matters, to be 
 preserved inviolate and sacred, that public faith is a part 
 of the Constitution of Indiana. This is the position that 
 I shall urge as strongly as may be in me if elected to be 
 a member of the Constitutional Convention. As you be- 
 lieve with me or not in this matter, vote for me or vote 
 against me. 
 
 (Loud and prolonged cheers. Men flock over to the polls and 
 pour through the ropes, reach their ballots in over the heads 
 of others and call out their votes for Read. The cook comes 
 down from the barbecue.) 
 
 CHAffiMAN : Come, men ! Come ! The polls close soon. Hurry 
 up there if you want to vote ! 
 
 Cook : Barbecue 's ready ! Barbecue 's ready ! Come, every- 
 body! Eat yer fill! 
 
 Men : I voted f er Read, o' course ; he 's the man for us ; he 
 knows. But I be dinged ef I b'lieve in raising the taxes ! 
 
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No sir-ree, I 'm agin free schools. Ef we send Read to 
 the Convention thet 's all we need t' do. 
 
 Chairman : Silence, men, silence ! Here 's the vote ! 
 
 Men : Git up on the platform ! Shut up, you fellers ! Go up 
 thar, Ben! 
 
 Chairman : The vote on free schools paid for by extra taxes 
 is 307 against and 128 for ; lost by 179. (Cheers.) For 
 representative to the Constitutional Convention Daniel 
 Read is elected. (Loud cheers.) His vote is 383 out of 
 the 435 ballots cast. The balance of 42 votes was divided 
 among three men. I will not give their names. Daniel 
 Read is elected. I present him to you ! 
 
 (There is tremendous shouting and cheering. Professor 
 Read is made to go up on the platform and bow again and 
 again. There are calls for a speech. Finally, as the only way 
 to stop the demonstration, he puts up his hand for silence.) 
 
 Read : My friends and fellow-citizens, I thank you most, most 
 sincerely for the confidence you have expressed in me. I 
 will do my utmost to be worthy of my irust. (Laughs.) 
 It is evident that the people of Bloomington are devoted 
 to the interests of their University and of their State, 
 and will loyally do their utmost to support it. The cook is 
 vociferously making it known that the barbecue is ready. 
 Let us all go and enjoy together what has been provided 
 for us. 
 
 (With cheers and many crowding up to offer congratula- 
 tions and promises of support, all go off together in the direc- 
 tion whither the Cook, armed with his big fork, is beckoning 
 them.) 
 
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EPISODE FIVE: NORTH AND SOUTH (1861) 
 
 (From the south end of the grandstand comes a pedlar, cry- 
 ing his wares. A few men and women pass along as on the 
 street. To them the pedlar tries to show what he has to sell. 
 One man stops and pretends to buy, but talks quietly and rap- 
 idly with him.) 
 
 Pedlar : Better buy. Good quality as you '11 get in Indian- 
 apolis or Louisville. 
 
 Customer: No, not this time; another time maybe. When 
 will you be around again? 
 
 Pedlar : About ten days. 
 
 (At the same time three horsemen are seen riding quickly 
 up the drive from Kirkwood Avenue. One stops his horse, 
 looks over toward the grandstand and starts to ride across. 
 He calls to his companions and they also ride across. They 
 come up to the pedlar, look at him, then at some of the pas- 
 sersby, and then address him. They wear broad-brimmed 
 hats, ride freely, are armed, and have handcuffs hanging from 
 their saddle horns.) 
 
 Slave Hunter : Hey ! You pedlar ! Seen a wagon with five 
 men and two women in it pass this way? A hay wagon. 
 
 Pedlar : No. Seen a wagon, but could n't say it had the 
 people you want in it. 
 
 Slave Hunter: Which way did it go? 
 
 Pedlar : Up that way. Passed it about mile or so outside of 
 town, going right smart pace. 
 
 Slave Hunter: That may be them. {To his companions) 
 Come! 
 
 (Digging spurs into their horses, they gallop off up the road 
 the way the pedlar pointed. From the north end of the grand- 
 stand comes a hay wagon. On it are two white men, one driv- 
 ing, the other sitting on top of the hay and keeping watch; 
 both armed. Also on the wagon are three negro men and two 
 negro women. The pedlar sees them as they approach, turns 
 out of his way to hail them and offers them his wares.) 
 
 Pedlar: Fine kitchen ware! Pots and pans! Take them 
 
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right home with you ! Cheap as you '11 buy anywhere ! 
 —Hello, John! 
 
 Guard: This you, Turner? 
 
 Pedlar: Yes. Which way'd you come? Been looking for 
 you. 
 
 Guard: Up through Ira Caswell's, then Cockrum's, and Dr. 
 Posey's coal bank at Petersburg; after that around by 
 way of Bedford. Safe up here at last, are n't we ? 
 
 Pedlar : No. Lot of people round here from Carolina. They 
 came to Indiana to get away from slavery, but they 're not 
 abolitionists, so ride close till you get north of Indianap- 
 olis. Some slave hunters on your track. 
 
 Guard : Looking for us ? 
 
 Pedlar: What 've you got? 
 
 Guard : Three men and two women. 
 
 Pedlar : Yes, they 've got your description. I sent them up 
 that way. I came down that way and knew you had not 
 gone along. 
 
 Guard : Get in, you people ! Get in ! 
 
 Pedlar: Yes, get in. Tom (to driver), you better turn up 
 that way and take the back wood road up above Morgan- 
 town. 
 (The negroes jump down off the wagon, keeping close, evi- 
 dently much frightened. The guard pitches off a few forks 
 of hay, disclosing a large hole in the middle of the load. One 
 by one the negroes then climb up and get down into the hole, 
 after which the guard replaces some hay loosely 07i top again.) 
 
 Guard : Sit close in there. Do n't bulge the hay out, so it *11 
 show. 
 (The hay wagon drives off by the Obser-vatory. The pedlar 
 continues to cry his wares. Again people pass through, some 
 of them talking quite excitedly about the general situation. 
 Ladies shoiv some feeling of prejudice and of preference to- 
 ward those they meet. The pedlar lingers in the neighbor- 
 hood. A telegraph boy goes through.) 
 
 Man : Any news from Washington, boy ? 
 
 Boy : No, sir. Private despatch for Abram Buskirk. 
 
 Second Man : We must preserve the law on both sides until 
 the slavery question is amicably settled. 
 
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Third Man (leading a horse) : That will never be. We might 
 as well be well prepared. The South is getting ready and 
 is sending spies all through the North and agents to con- 
 fer with Copperheads and Butternuts. 
 
 Second Man: You only do harm by stirring up hostility. 
 You do more harm than good. 
 
 Third Man : We must be ready. 
 
 (The slave hunters come back. One sees the pedlar, and 
 beckons him to him. The third man notices this and ap- 
 proaches them.) 
 
 Slave Hunter: You say you saw the wagon go that way? 
 
 Pedlar : I saw a wagon go that way. Be careful, there are 
 abolitionists around here. 
 
 Slave Hunter (to the others) : This man will help us. He 's 
 all right. 
 
 Pedlar : I come from Carolina. 
 
 Slave Hunter: How many men were there on the wagon 
 that you saw? 
 
 Pedlar : Two. Two white men up on top the hay. I thought 
 I saw two others walking by the load, but they were on 
 the other side of the wagon from me. I could not see 
 them, if they were black or white. I never thought. 
 
 Slave Hunter: Ha! Hm! 
 
 Pedlar: How far did you go? As far as the forks? And 
 then which way? 
 
 Third Man: What you want 'round here? 
 
 Slave Hunter : What are you ? What 's that to you ? 
 
 Third Man : Enough. That way 's your road. Ho, fellows, 
 I tell them that 's their road ! 
 
 Others : That 's what it is. 
 
 (Other young men come up and join the third man. Others 
 still come in, some on horseback, some on foot, and gather 
 around the third man. The slave hunters start to draw their 
 revolvers. The third man stops them by a sign of his hand as 
 several of his friends start to draw also.) 
 
 Third Man : We want no trouble here. Now leave ! 
 
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(The slave hunters take a look ai'ound, judge the time for 
 resistance would he ill-advised, and sullenly ride off the way 
 they came. The others watch them as they go. The slave 
 hunters, after they have gone hack a way, stop and look up the 
 other way, considering whether or not to try that road. There- 
 upon the Northerners start after them and follow them out.) 
 
 Third Man: Fellows, we must take this up systematically, 
 and do as we said, — organize. Come to my house, all of 
 you, tonight and we will organize the Monroe County 
 Night Watchers. 
 
 Others : All right. We' 11 be there. 
 
 Third Man : Bring others, — if you know for sure that they 
 are all right. — Say, what are those fellows doing now? 
 Let 's after them and see them out of town and a good 
 piece on their way. 
 
 (Excitement becomes evident among the people.) 
 
 Man: What! Have you heard the news? Sumter is fired 
 on ; actually fired on. 
 
 Others : Fired on ? War ! 
 
 Man : The President has called for troops ! Thank God we 
 have a company all ready, drilled and prepared to go ! 
 
 (There is great confusion and ever-increasing excitement. 
 People hurry hack and forward, telling each other the news, 
 women and young people as well as men. The Court House 
 hell rings. Bugles and drums are heard calling the recruits to 
 arms. Here and there a young soldier hurries through, more 
 and more frequently. At last an officer. Captain James R. 
 Kelley, and a sergeant, James S. Black, ex- 61, come in, fol- 
 lowed hy fife and drum and hugler.) 
 
 Kelley : Sound assembly ! 
 
 (The bugle sounds first call for assembly and then the fife 
 and drum take up the call until the bugle sounds again. The 
 soldiers come pouring in. Their families and friends also 
 come with them. The assembly itself is sounded. There is 
 silence as the company is formed. Miss Mary Maxwell and 
 Miss Mary Anna Ballantine come in, carrying a beautiful new 
 flag which the young women of the town and of the Seminary 
 have made for the company. They are also accompanied by 
 one of the ministers of the town and by the Mayor of Bloom- 
 ington. All the people sing The Battle Hymn of the Re- 
 
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PUBLIC. At the end, the two young ladies advance toward the 
 company. Miss Ballantine holds the flag, as Miss Maxwell 
 speaks, reading her address from manuscript.) 
 
 Miss Maxwell: We come to bid you God-speed, Our fair 
 land, which a few short weeks ago lay in tranquility and 
 repose, is now bristling with bayonets. With drums beat- 
 ing and banners floating upon the breeze, the streets of 
 our towns and cities are thronged with soldiers. Our bar- 
 racks and our public buildings are filled to overflowing; 
 the camps and tents are full, for the southern leaders 
 have trained their guns on the flag and Sumter has fallen. 
 
 You are fighting for your country and your country's 
 honor. Fight on until our flag is again hailed with that 
 allegiance and honor, love and respect that is its due, and 
 which until recently it has ever received. When this is 
 accomplished, then stay thy hand. Hold out the olive 
 branch to your misguided brothers. We know them to be 
 generous and daring, gallant and brave. While you are 
 a sturdy foe, be also a magnanimous one. 
 
 This banner in behalf of your mothers, wives, sisters, 
 and friends we now present to you. The flag of our infant 
 colonies, the flag of our Revolutionary sires, the flag 
 which proudly asserts and maintains our country's pres- 
 ent greatness, we commit to your keeping. We will pray 
 that the God of battles may watch over you, shield and 
 protect you from every danger and return you in safety 
 to your homes. 
 
 (Miss Maxwell takes the flag from Miss Ballantine and 
 steps forward with it.) 
 
 Capt. Kelley : Sergeant Black, you receive the flag. 
 
 (Sergeant Black takes the flag from Miss Maxwell and turns 
 with it to his comrades, holding it high over his head.) 
 
 Black : Boys, will you be loyal to this flag, and die for it if 
 necessary? 
 
 All (with a great shout) : We will! 
 
 Black (turning around to Miss Maxwell again) : Every man 
 has answered for himself. We will be loyal to the flag. 
 We will fight under it and for it, — and, if it be our lot, we 
 will gladly die under it. We all of us thank you for the 
 flag more than I can say. It will represent you to us, our 
 mothers and sisters and wives and friends who made it, 
 
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as well as our country. We promise you to be worthy 
 of you and it. 
 
 "Flag of the free heart's hope and home, 
 By angel hands to valor given ! 
 Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, 
 And all thy hues were born in heaven ! 
 Forever float that standard sheet, 
 Where breathes the foe but falls before us, 
 With Freedom's soil beneath our feet. 
 And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us !" 
 
 Kelley: Present, arms! 
 
 (Sergeant Black returns with the flag to his place in the 
 center of the company. The fife and drums sound as Captain 
 Kelley brings his company to Carry and then to Right Shoul- 
 der and marches them off to the drive and then down Kirk- 
 wood Avenue. The mothers and families and friends wave to 
 them as they go, keeping cheerful as best they may, but 
 heartily sending them forth on the path of duty and loyalty.) 
 
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EPISODE SIX: THE NEW REGIME (1883) 
 
 (Enter the three Monroe County Commissioners, W. S. 
 Walker, J. D. Handy, and William B. Baker, with the archi- 
 tect, discussing the plans for the proposed new Court House.) 
 
 Walker : Splendid ! Splendid ! 
 
 Handy : That will put Monroe County ahead ! 
 
 Architect: How soon will you be able to begin? 
 
 Walker: At once. At once. 
 
 Baker: We have the bonds. 
 
 Walker: There they are! {producing bonds) $50,000 for the 
 new Court House ! 
 
 (Nat U. Hill comes along. He greets the others cordially, 
 and shakes hands with the architect.) 
 
 Baker: What do you think of those plans, Mr. Hill? 
 
 Hill (looking over the plans carefully) : Fine! Very sat- 
 isfactory! Bloomington must have the best and (turning 
 to the architect) it looks as if you were giving it to us. 
 
 (The County Commissioners and the architect go out. At 
 the same time Dr. James D. Maxwell, Prof. Elisha Ballantine, 
 Prof. Theophilus A. Wylie, and Prof. Daniel Kirkwood come 
 in, very much worried, harassed in manner. As soon as they 
 see Mr. Hill, they go straight toward him.) 
 
 Maxwell: Have you heard anything, Mr. Hill? 
 
 Hill : Nothing yet. Dr. Maxwell. 
 
 Ballantine : What shall we do ? What shall we do, Mr. Hill, 
 if the Legislature turns down the bill appropriating the 
 funds for the University this year? 
 
 Kirkwood : We should have to close the University. 
 
 Maxwell : We are in peculiarly straitened circumstances. 
 
 Wylie : We could not weather it ! 
 
 Hill : I know we are. But I am hopeful. Dr. Maxwell, that 
 we shall not lose. 
 
 Ballantine : Is there not something that you can do, some- 
 one whose assistance you can invoke? 
 
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Hill : We have done everything that we can, Doctor. 
 
 Kirkwood: But the opposition to the University is very 
 strong, and — 
 
 Hill: Yes. Do not be discouraged, Doctor. All we can do 
 at present is wait. Be sure of one thing, as long as I live 
 I will not fail the University. Indeed, really, — the bill we 
 have had introduced for a permanent endowment fund for 
 the University, — I really hope it may go through. 
 
 Maxwell : If only it might ! If only it might ! But the ene- 
 mies of the University have too strong a hold on the Leg- 
 islature for us to get that this session. I shall be thankful 
 if we can keep our usual appropriation. 
 
 Hill : The enemy feel strong, and they have good reason for 
 it. Therefore I am hopeful that we may catch them. 
 However, I have asked Judge McMullen of Aurora to 
 telegraph me as soon as the vote is taken. 
 
 Ballantine : May it not be necessary to accede something to 
 those who wish to remove the University from Blooming- 
 ton, rather than to let it be given up entirely ? 
 
 Wylie:I must say they present a very cogent argument. 
 
 Hill: The University shall not be discontinued, and it shall 
 not be taken away from Bloomington. That is the scheme 
 of the other side. If they can put it out of business here, 
 then in another year, they will revive it and move it. 
 
 (Smoke is seen to curl up from one of the University build- 
 ings beyound the trees. Professor David Starr Jordan comes 
 hurriedly and with great delight from the direction of town, 
 waving his umbrella. No one has yet noticed the smoke.) 
 
 Jordan : Passed ! Passed ! It has passed ! 
 
 Maxwell : What has passed ? 
 
 Jordan : The permanent endowment bill ! 
 
 Hill: That 's all right ! 
 
 Others : Thank God ! Thank God for His mercies and bless- 
 ings! 
 
 Jordan : We owe this chiefly to you, Mr. Hill ! 
 
 Maxwell: Under God, we do, we do. 
 
 Hill : Well, by thunder, the University is safe now, anyway ! 
 
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Maxwell : Everything is safe. 
 
 (There is mutual shaking hands, interrupted by a cry of 
 "Fire!" repeated more and more. The men, startled, turn and 
 see the smoke and the flames.) 
 
 Jordan : Can it be the University ! 
 
 Hill : It is ; it is the University ! 
 
 Ballantine: All is lost! 
 
 (They instantly start off in the direction of the fire. The 
 Bloomington Fire Department responds. The hand-drawn en- 
 gine rushes through. People of the toiun make a continuous 
 stream of people hurrying in that direction, as the flames 
 mount higher and higher and the smoke pours tqj more and 
 more dense. Mr. Hill returns. He stands, a lone, solitary 
 figure, watching the conflagration, and then walks off in the 
 opposite direction, toward town, in a very determined man- 
 ner. Dr. Maxwell and the three professors return, greatly agi- 
 tated.) 
 
 Ballantine : The Library is burning ! It will all be lost ! 
 
 Kirkwood: The new astronomical instruments! 
 
 Wylie: The David Dale Owen geological museum will be de- 
 stroyed ! 
 
 Maxwell : The records ! In some way they must be preserved ! 
 
 Wylie: The ichtheosaurus ! Oh the ichtheosaurus ! We must 
 save it ! It cost $2,000 ! Save the ichtheosaurus ! 
 
 (They go running back to rally help for their special de- 
 partments. The noise and excitement of the fire continue. Dr. 
 Wylie runs back again, in vain trying to find means to rescue 
 the ichtheosaurus. Then four firemen come from the fire, 
 carrying a large cast of a turtle, which they put with pride 
 down on the ground.) 
 
 Firemen : Here, Dr. Wylie, here 's your icktheo-what's-its- 
 name! 
 
 Wylie : Where, oh where ! That is not the ichtheosaurus ; that 
 is only a turtle ! 
 
 (Alfred R. Rowe, the University Treasurer, joins the dis- 
 tressed group.) 
 
 Maxwell : All is lost, Mr. Howe ! All is lost ! 
 
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Howe: And just when prosperity seemed to be at our doors 
 at last ! 
 
 Maxwell: Nothing can prevent it now. This is the occasion 
 the enemies of the University wanted. They will move the 
 University now, if not do away with it. 
 
 Howe : That is the danger. Yes, that is certain to be the result. 
 
 All: Everything is indeed lost! 
 
 (Mr. Hill, the three Monroe County Commissioners, Gen. 
 Morton C. Hunter, Henry Clay Duncan, John H. Louden, and 
 Capt. W. J. Allen come toward the group. At the same time 
 Judge Myers and Mr. Jenkinson of the Board of Trustees 
 come up.) 
 
 Walker : Dr. Maxwell and gentlemen of the Board of Trustees, 
 speaking as senior member of the Monroe County Board 
 of Commissioners, I have to say that we have come in be- 
 half of the people of Monroe County to present to the 
 University the sum of $50,000. Everyone realizes the 
 disastrous results that may come not only to the Univer- 
 sity but to the city of Bloomington and to the whole county 
 as well and this action has therefore without delay for 
 formality been determined upon. 
 
 Maxwell : What's all this ? What does it mean ? What are you 
 doing ? I must understand. 
 
 Myers: Where does this money come from? 
 
 Maxwell : Wherever it comes from, I am sure under the prov- 
 idence of God, Mr. Hill has something to do with this 
 great benefaction. 
 
 Hill : Well, by thunder, the University is safe anyway. 
 
 Myebs : But where does the money come from ? 
 
 Walker: It is the $50,000 the County had raised for a new 
 Court House. The University needs the money more than 
 Monroe County needs a new Court House. 
 
 Hunter : And Monroe County needs the University more than 
 it needs a new Court House. 
 
 Duncan : It was an emergency and had to be met in some way. 
 
 Several : But what will the County do for a Court House? 
 
 Hill: We shall have to get along with the one we have a 
 while longer. 
 
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^|^^yj^ji4,^That may be for another whole generation. 
 
 HitiL»tOSfes;E)for about twenty-five years or so, as I figure it. 
 
 WALKER :"^^fif t^ '^{ifess 3ye can repair or remodel the old Court 
 \r9no^Q^i ^^£ ^'^t'rii-^sO and then it will answer its purpose 
 
 MA3^\\^L^pG^lit|ei|iei^ speaking as President of the Board 
 ff^, of Trustees of Indiana University, I must express the 
 jjj ij^^^f;ty ajid grateful appreciation of tjie University for 
 .f^fjjkl^ ig;ft from the people of: Monroe County and assure 
 them that the University is sincerely devoted to the in- 
 terests of its neighbors herejn Bloomington and vicinity. 
 
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 Hill : ^Nothing, could have been w;or^e, than to let Bloqitjin^pn, 
 lose the University. Something had to be done to eniable 
 the University to rebuild on a scale such as will forever 
 
 ^^'^^^^settlethe question 6f removal."^' \^\\>ivr*o-vc^c^j:3 biMv \\<^^\T:-) 
 
 ■"".'■ - ^U^^^'> r*0. i>i\"> \)vn' 3U\03q 95\T .iivo g'j f}'M\ 9j\''? .owo-s\ 
 
 Maxwell: That is indeed settled, for a genpi^^ti^pn^^t^fl'l^^^r^ 
 And of equal importance, this generous help ensures vital 
 and cordial cooperation between the city and the Univer- 
 sity for years and years to come. 
 
 Myers : Gentlemen, this conflagration is a torch lighting the 
 path of the future, not merely a destructive blaze in our 
 way. The University must take a fresh start from this 
 time forth. This noble gift of the people makes it pos- 
 sible and makes it obligatory. Ought we not move the 
 University to a new campus, better situated for the future 
 growth of the institution ? 
 
 Trustees : That is true. We should move the campus. 
 
 Jenkinson : New work calls for a new man. I wish to call 
 to your minds the question of the new President, whom we 
 must elect. Who shall it be? 
 
 Hill : There he comes ! There comes the new man ! 
 
 (Mr. Hill points to where is seen coming toward them the 
 tall, massive figure of David Starr Jordan, followed by his dog. 
 He comes toward them. They greet him cordially and with 
 some significance of manner, though not apprising him of 
 their intentions.) 
 
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Maxwell : Dr. Jordan, the Trustees are considering the ques- 
 tion of moving the University to a new site here in Bloom- 
 ington, and with the money from the insurance, $20,000, 
 the money given by the County, $50,000, and the money 
 that would be realized from the sale of the old campus, 
 making a new start in every particular, on a scale that 
 would forever settle all question of the permanency of 
 the University and its place in the State and in the nation. 
 We should like to know what educational policy would, in 
 your opinion, best develop our resources and opportuni- 
 ties. 
 
 Jordan : Study by investigation and the development of pure 
 and applied science. Every field of knowledge is vital 
 with power for culture, so it be properly, scientifically 
 studied. 
 
 Trustees : We are glad to hear you say so. We agree with 
 you. 
 
 (They nod approvingly to each other. All turn to go hack 
 home. The fire is out. The people and the fire engine come 
 streaming back.) 
 
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III. THE AGE OF WOOD AND STONE 
 
 With brilliant music based on the Hope and Determination 
 motifs, there rush out at either end of the grandstand groups 
 of spirits that immediately radiate out with a center of De- 
 termination spirits at the bases and rays of Hope spirits shoot- 
 ing out from them. A vibration of these rays continues 
 through the interlude. 
 
 From these groups comes on one side with the motif of 
 Light in the music the figure of the University, and from the 
 other side the figure of the City. They ascend the slope and 
 meet at the top near the Observatory, where they give each 
 other salutation. The music softens as the two geniuses of 
 the community call upon each other for mutual help in the 
 service of the people. 
 
 The City : The fire, the holy fire of civic life, 
 
 Thou Spirit Guardian of the Higher Things, 
 Now kindle with thy torch of Light and Truth 
 Before the portals of my children's homes! 
 
 The University: But where the altar, where the sacred 
 hearth. 
 Whereon the purifying fire shall burn? 
 
 The City : An altar I will build of mine own rock. 
 
 The University : Then from thy homes shall come the fire 
 of life. 
 And all the blessing of the State abide 
 Here by thine altar fire through endless days! 
 
 The City : So on this hillside should we build a seat 
 Whereon might Indiana sit enthroned! 
 
 The University : Together then forever shall we serve 
 The gathering generations of the State ! 
 
 The City : That altar I will build, that throne erect ! 
 O ye who quarry forth and shape my rock 
 To fashion high the stately dreams of men, — 
 O ye who hew my trees and carve their trunks 
 To serve the needs of daily human life, — 
 Build here an altar ; here erect a throne ! 
 
 At the command the motion among the spirits becomes 
 
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much more accented, and from either end comes a short pro- 
 cession representing one the stone and the other the furni- 
 ture industries of Bloomington. The music becomes a stately 
 march. In the lead on both sides come several spirits of De- 
 termination, while other spirits of Determination and spirits 
 of Hope are interspersed in the procession. The wotknien 
 and women in both processions are accompanied by their iSam 
 Hies. They are costumed in a beautiful conventionalization of 
 their usual overalls and dresses. The two industrial groups 
 meet moving in a semi-ellipse and later pass out at theioppo-* 
 site sides. l^rjo-nO 
 
 In the van of both industrial groups come two wagons, "dne 
 with blocks of oolitic stone for an altar, the other with shaped 
 pieces of wood for a massive seat or throne. These are taken 
 out, carried up to the place where the City and the Unrversity 
 stand and put together. Other of the workmen and womfen 
 bring wood for fuel which they leave by the rising altari. Thfe 
 throne is placed farther up the hill than the altar. As this 
 proceeds the Indiana motif becomes stronger and stro^nger ^jib 
 the music. As the City and the University light the com- 
 munity fire and the smoke rises through the air, the figure of 
 Indiana appears at the top of the hill, her hands ^raised in 
 blessing over the fire. She comes down and takes her seat on 
 the throne. The three figures remain there throti^h ihie f ^kt 
 of the pageant, the City holding the State flag. 
 
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EPISODE SEVEN: THE CITY SCHOOLS 
 
 (A Backwood Jay, aspirant for office, and two citizens 
 of Bloomington come in, talking assiduously. From the other 
 direction slouches a tramp. The tramp gets a glimpse of Jay 
 and evinces interest and tries to keep around so as to get a 
 chance to talk with him.) 
 
 Jay: Maybe I am what yer might call a newcomer. Still 
 I 'm not asking for no sort of real office. I just say, 
 Git me elected School Superintendent and I will go with- 
 out any money, 'cepting the salary. And I '11 set an ex- 
 ample of economy in the administration of the schools. 
 D 'ye see ? 
 
 Brown: Taxes are high. We need economy in the city ad- 
 ministration. 
 
 Jay: Of course you do! And where should you begin? At 
 home ! That 's the schools. 
 
 Green : Maybe we might get along as well, the way you say. 
 But I do n't know as we 'd ought to fire the Superintend- 
 ent we 've got now. 
 
 Jay: Why not? He's been there — ^how long? What good 
 is he anyway? What has he done for ^/ow.^ Now if I were 
 Superintendent, — if you had any young friend you wanted 
 to do a favor to, wanted to help make a start in life, all 
 you need do would be give him a note to me. D' yer see? 
 
 Brown: That might be all right for teachers, but I don't 
 know no teachers, not that I think of. Teachers are n't 
 much in politics. 
 
 Jay : But anyone can teach. They do. Just while they 're 
 getting a start in life ; do n't know what else to do. Think 
 of all the great men and women that began with teach- 
 ing, and then went into something else! 
 
 Green : That 's a fact. But they seem to think that you need 
 special training to be a teacher nowadays. 
 
 Jay : Pooh ! They 've got lots of tall notions nowadays. 
 Just their graft, to hold on to their jobs, — that 's all. The 
 good old three R's ! A man what really knows them has 
 all the education he needs if he 's got the stuff in him. 
 That may be putting it strong, but — you understand. I 
 
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was brought up on the spellin' book and the birch switch 
 and little else. Lickin' an' larnin', they used to call it. 
 Nothin' like it! Nothin' like it! 
 
 Brown : Well, it 's pretty nice, some of the things they teach 
 the children these days. I wish I 'd been taught 'em ! 
 
 Jay: Oh yes, nice! And pretty! You have said it exactly. 
 But this is a matter of business and politics, and nothing 
 must interfere. Now I know what you want, d' ye see ? 
 and I 'm in a position to help you, but if I 'm Superin- 
 tendent of Schools of Bloomington I can help you more. 
 So why let anything like theories about education come in 
 between ? 
 
 Brown: Well, I don't know, — maybe it 's just different ways 
 of running schools, and I do n't say but what you 'd run 
 'em all right. 
 
 Jay : Sure. Now you 're talking. And we can get this 
 all fixed up in no time. Anyone you want to help a bit, 
 — d' ye see ? — send 'em to me ! You help me, too. With 
 the two of you and your influence, it 's all done. 
 
 Green : Well, I do n't quite like turning on this man. He 's 
 been pretty good as a Superintendent, I think, and I like 
 him, sort of a friend of mine. 
 
 Jay: All right. So much the better. You can go to him as 
 a friend and tell him confidentially that his ideas are all 
 right and so forth and we have not anything against him, 
 but he 's had his turn and he ought to give some one else 
 a chance. 
 
 Green : But he — 
 
 Jay: Bah! Turn him out, the way you turned Margaret 
 McCalla out. You were not squeamish then! A fine 
 woman and a fine teacher! You did not hesitate about 
 turning her out, so why hesitate now? You're nothing 
 but a pair of grafters anyway ! You throw out Margaret 
 McCalla and then choke on throwing this man out for me, 
 do you ? That 's friendship ! See here ! Are you for me 
 or against me? That's the whole point here, d'ye see? 
 Come out in the open and tell me square, man to man! 
 Do you want me for a friend or an enemy? 
 
 Green: Of course I want you for a friend — 
 
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Jay: Of course you do. And you can try me right off. 
 Go and send me any young friend of yours you like and 
 as soon as I have the schools in my hands I *11 find him a 
 nice little berth, see if I don't. Come on, now. You 
 turned Miss McCalla out for a friend. Do it again! Turn 
 this feller out for me ! 
 
 Green : Well, — 
 
 (They part, leaving in opposite directions. Jay starts off 
 and then stops, turns back and watches the two citizens depart 
 with considerable satisfaction. The tramp comes shuffling up 
 to Jay, begging in a very abject manner.) 
 
 Tramp: Would you give a poor man ten cents to get some- 
 thing to eat ? I have n't had a bite since — 
 
 Jay : Be off with you ! Go to work ! 
 
 Tramp : I cannot get work. I 've tried for three weeks now 
 and my poor old mother — 
 
 Jay : Come, get out of here, with your poor old mother. That 
 does not go with me. 
 
 Tramp : Then shell out to an old partner. Bill. 
 
 Jay: What are you talking about? Who are you? 
 
 Tramp : Do n't you know me, Bill ? Sure we hit the road to- 
 gether enough, and not so long since, neither. 
 
 Jay: Well, I'll be— Is it you, Mike? But don't hang 
 
 around me this way. I do n't want — 
 
 Tramp : You do n't want to be seen with me, eh ? Well, then, 
 help me out, and I '11 be nothing but a beggar. What 
 you doin' here, Worthless Bill? 
 
 Jay : I 'm living here. I 'm a citizen of Bloomington now. 
 Married and — 
 
 Tramp : And goin' to be Superintendent of Schools, eh ? 
 
 Jay : How 'd you know ? 
 
 Tramp: I have ears. Superintendent of Schools! What do 
 you know about schools? 
 
 Jay: All I need to know. 
 
 Tramp : Hully Gee ! You 're a good one ! Citizen of Bloom- 
 ington ! Put that on your visiting cards, nice and fancy, 
 
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eh? A worthless citizen you be, like you always was as 
 a tramp! Worthless Bill! Your clothes ain't changed 
 yer! 
 
 Jay: Get out of here! — Hold on, say! You might be of 
 use to me if you want to, and I 'd give you a chance to 
 make a bit for yourself — Go on ; here 's someone coming. 
 
 (The tramp pretends to beg again but hangs around as a 
 couple of young applicants for teachers' positions come in. 
 One, a young man named Black, comes in with Brown; the 
 other, a young woman, with Green, — the citizens who before 
 were talking to Jay.) 
 
 Black : I — a — wanted to make your acquaintance. 
 
 Jay: Glad to meet you! 
 
 Brown : A young friend of mine, who is thinking of making 
 education his life work, and I told him you would be able 
 to advise him. 
 
 Jay : Glad to see him ! 
 
 Green: And this is my daughter. 
 
 Jay : Yes, glad to see you. Miss ; glad to make your acquain- 
 tance. I shall hope to see more of you both, especially if 
 you aim to be teachers. Now you have friends, and — 
 until the future policy of the Bloomington schools is set- 
 tled, there will be opportunity for you to be of great serv- 
 ice to me, which, I assure you, I shall appreciate, d' ye 
 see? 
 
 (A Doctor comes in with a broad grin, carrying a physi- 
 cian's bag and extending his hand.) 
 
 Doctor : Congratulations, my dear sir, congratulations ! You 
 are a father! 
 
 Jay : What ! And how is the wife ? How is she ? 
 
 Doctor : Doing splendidly ! Doing splendidly ! 
 
 Jay : And I 'm a father ! All right, is she? 
 
 Doctor: Doing as well as they possibly could, — both mother 
 and children. 
 
 Jay: Children? 
 
 Doctor : Twins, my dear sir ! You are the father of twins ! 
 
 Jay : Twins ! 
 
 Doctor : Twins. A fine, bouncing boy, and a darling girl ! 
 
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Jay : Hully Gee ! 
 
 Tramp : Haw ! Haw ! Haw ! One on you ! Two on you ! 
 
 Jay : Get out of this ! 
 
 Doctor: Fine, healthy children! The nurses are bringing 
 ing them for their father to see ! Here they are ! 
 
 (Two nurses bring in the children, each carrying one. Jay 
 looks pretty rueful at first and depressed. The tramp hangs 
 around, laughing and mocking him. Jay looks first at one 
 and then at the other infant. Then he laughs, slaps his leg 
 and gets more and more excited and delighted as he goes back 
 and forth from one to the other.) 
 
 Nurse : Take him ! Hold him ! 
 
 Jay : I do n't know how. 
 
 Nurse : Here, I '11 show you. 
 
 Tramp : Ha, ha, ha ! 
 
 (The doctor and the nurse initiate Jay into the art of hold- 
 ing a baby. He gets more and more delighted and laughs with 
 parental pride.) 
 
 Jay: Ha, ha! Mine! I can feel him on my arm! Is this 
 the him or the her? Ha, ha, ha! Give me the other one, 
 too! 
 
 (The doctor and the two nurses show him how to hold two 
 babies at the same time and help him to do it.) 
 
 Jay: Ha, ha, ha! Say, Brown, want to hold them? No, 
 I guess you would better not ! Won't let you ! You might 
 drop them! 
 
 Tramp : You 're good for nothing but the lunatic asylum or 
 some kind of a home now! 
 
 Jay: Get out of here! Get out of here, I tell you! (The 
 tramp goes only a short way off, however.) 
 
 Black : If I might have a word with you, sir, — 
 
 Jay : Sure ; all you want. 
 
 (He gives the children back to the nurses but makes them 
 stay there near him, so he can see the children and watch 
 them.) 
 
 Jay : Yes, sir ! Now what can I do for you ? 
 
 Black : Mr. Brown was telling me — 
 
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Jay : Oh, yes ; want a job, eh ? 
 
 Black : Well, we thought we would like to try teaching — 
 
 Jay: Oh! (Looks at the children, then at young Black and 
 Green's daughter). Oh! But what do you know about 
 teaching? What do you know about children? 
 
 Black : We do not pretend to long experience in that line — 
 
 Brown: But say. Jay, you know what you was a-telling 
 Green and me about all this. That 's what they mean. 
 They do n't know nothing about teaching. That 's not 
 the point. They — 
 
 Jay: That is the point! 
 
 Green : No, it 's not, 'cause you 're going to be Superinten- 
 dent of Schools. 
 
 Jay : I'm. not going to be Superintendent of Schools ! What 
 do I know about running schools? That was all 
 right before for other people's children, but by Gee Whit- 
 aker! do you understand these children of mine will be 
 going to school before long ! Do you understand ? They '11 
 be going to school and the schools must be in fine shape 
 for them. I '11 not risk them with me as Superintendent 
 of Schools, no sir-ree! What do I know about picking 
 good teachers? Look at that one now! Ain't he cute? 
 When they go to school the teachers must know their job 
 all around and upside down and they must have had 
 experience! They must be women like Margaret McCalla! 
 No new greenhorns! This education business is expert 
 work and I won't stand for anyone monkeying with my 
 children ! Do you understand ! This man — what 's his 
 name? Myers! — Myers is going to run these schools. 
 Doctor, how 's the milk of this town ? Is it fit for my chil- 
 dren to drink? Do they look like me, doctor, or like their 
 mother? Heigho! Heigho! Ain't they the cutest ever! 
 Then, the University, — what about that? I must see 
 President Bryan right off! 
 
 All: What? What do you mean ? 
 
 Jay : My children will be going to the University in fifteen 
 or twenty years, first thing you know. What do I know 
 about the University, whether it is fit to receive my chil- 
 dren or not? You cannot make a good University in two 
 weeks ! 
 
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All: But it is a good University, man. It is a great Uni- 
 versity ! 
 
 Jay: Well, it may be, but I want to know about it myself! 
 If it is a great University now, it must be a greater Uni- 
 versity. I do n't know what it needs. I 'm going to find 
 out that. I 'm going to ask President Bryan what it 
 needs, and then I 'm going to see that they get it. But 
 it must be ready in every way or I '11 not let my children 
 go there ! 
 
 Green : But what 's the matter with you ? 
 
 Jay : What 's the matter with me ? These are my children, 
 do you understand ! 
 
 Brown : But what are you taking into your head to become 
 such a friend of the University all of a sudden? Just 
 now you want to take the superintendency of schools 
 yourself, and here in ten minutes you won't stand for hav- 
 ing the job but swear that Myers must stay in. 
 
 Jay : I 'm not a friend of the University, you fool, and I 'm 
 not a friend of Myers ! I *m a friend of my own chil- 
 dren ! Just look at them ! Just look at them ! I am sure 
 the University ought to have more money. What can the 
 Legislature be doing! By glory, they must understand 
 that they have got to look out for my children ! 
 
 Applicants: But we — but we — ^what shall we do? 
 
 Jay: You? You? You? What can you do ? Can you teach? 
 If so, prove it, and prove it before my children get to 
 school. I want only experts to teach my children, women 
 like Margaret McCalla. The University can help the 
 schools a lot in that, by Gemini ! I 'm sure it can. This 
 is an important matter ! 
 
 Tramp : Man, you 're crazy. You Ve gone crazy over your 
 children. 
 
 Jay : Crazy ! 
 
 All : Yes, he 's crazy. 
 
 Jay: Crazy! Crazy! Crazy! Ha, ha, ha! Worse than 
 that ! I 've got common sense ! Give me those children ! 
 I must take them to their mother, and then I 'm going to 
 see Superintendent Myers about their education. They 
 must have the best. And he *11 know all about it ! 
 
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Doctor: Let the nurses take them. 
 
 Jay: No, they might drop them! 
 
 All : He 's crazy ; he 's crazy ! 
 
 Jay: Crazy, am I? You go have children, — twins! — and 
 
 see 
 
 (He starts off with the two children in his arms to take them 
 to their mother and then to go see Superintendent Myers, the 
 others, doctor, nurses, — all of them trailing after him, the 
 tramp bringing up the rear.) 
 
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EPISODE EIGHT: THE BLOOMINGTON CHAMBER 
 OF COMMERCE 
 
 (The Secretary-Manager of the Bloomington Chamber of 
 Commerce and an Unconvinced citizen come in together. Mr. 
 Brusch is trying to convince the Unconvinced of the value of 
 the Chamber to him as a business man and as a citizen and 
 member of the community.) 
 
 The Unconvinced : No, no. I get along very well with my 
 business as it is. Nothing against you personally, but I 
 do not want other people knowing too much about my 
 affairs. 
 
 Brusch : No disadvantage, and great mutual advantage to 
 every member, you would find. 
 
 (A Member of the Chamber comes along.) 
 
 Member: Ha, Brusch? The Chamber saved me a nice bit 
 of money ! 
 
 Brusch : How 's that? 
 
 Member : I '11 confess that when the Chamber first took up 
 that Retail Credit Information Bureau scheme, I was 
 doubtful of it. But it has just saved me $150 all right, 
 today! I was just going to let a man have some goods 
 for that amount, and I stopped and told the clerk to tele- 
 phone down to the Chamber and see about the man. I 
 learned that he was graded low, had one good-sized ac- 
 count running more than two years where he came from. 
 
 Unconvinced : Hm ! 
 
 Member: Name was Bachelor, Joseph Bachelor. 
 
 Unconvinced: What! Joseph Bachelor? I sold him a bill 
 of goods yesterday on credit. Promised to pay in a month. 
 He looked honest and business-like. 
 
 Member : Oh, yes, he looks all right. I *11 say that for him. 
 Then you saved me a lot of time at least and maybe a 
 lot of money on that advertising swindle last week. 
 
 Brusch : He was a good one, was n't he ! 
 
 Member : He was the smoothest proposition that ever walked 
 into my office. 
 
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Unconvinced: What was that? 
 
 Brusch : Indiana Promoting Association they called them- 
 selves. 
 
 Unconvinced: I took that up. What 's the matter with it? 
 
 Brusch : Oh, nothing, maybe. Worthless to put it mildly. 
 Pure fake, if you want my straight opinion. We looked 
 it up pretty carefully. 
 
 Member: Aren't you a member of the Chamber? Better 
 join ! 
 
 Unconvinced : Well, I '11 think of it again, I guess. It has 
 its good points, but frankly I think it meddles too much in 
 politics. And I 'm not the only one that thinks so either. 
 
 Member: Its attitude in public questions is determined on 
 the floor of the house. Every member has a chance to 
 express himself. 
 
 Brusch : The majority rules when the majority wants to rule 
 and takes the trouble to do what is necessary to rule. 
 
 Unconvinced: Yes, but — Why go into public questions? 
 
 Member: Because we are public citizens. The Chamber is 
 a sort of voluntary town meeting organized by the busi- 
 ness men. 
 
 Brusch: Just in proportion as the Chamber of Commerce 
 takes a stand on public questions will it be a real power 
 in the community. It may not always be right ; it may be 
 often wrong. But right or wrong, it will command re- 
 spect only as it speaks. 
 
 Member : The Chamber is a means for us all to get together 
 for the welfare of the whole community, like a telephone 
 system. Brusch here is our central. We keep in touch 
 with each other through him, and we get behind him for 
 all we are worth in any action the Chamber votes to take. 
 
 Unconvinced: What are you doing now? 
 
 Brusch : We have just secured the Dixie Highway. It is 
 coming right through Bloomington and Monroe County. 
 That will bring lots of business here and good business 
 every day. In fact, we organized the campaign for the 
 Dixie all the way from Indianapolis to Louisville. 
 
 Unconvinced: The deuce you did! 
 
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Member : We are giving the city a set of traffic posts today. 
 See, here is one now. 
 
 (A wagon with traffic posts drives in. The driver places 
 one in the middle of the road and drives on. A policeman 
 comes and takes his place by the traffic post. Automobiles 
 drive through, and the officer regulates the traffic, requiring 
 observance of the rules. There is a good stream of traffic. 
 Two cars come along with streamers advertising the Indiana- 
 Purdue game. It stops as two members of the Chamber of 
 Commerce and two students get out and pass around some 
 hand-bills of the game. 
 
 Two wagons come along, country wagons, loaded with farm 
 produce. One farmer is the progressive type and his produce 
 shows the results even at first glance both as to quality and 
 quantity. The other is of the conservative type and he looks it. 
 His produce is pretty poor and small in quantity. The teams 
 correspond to their characters: one has an automobile truck, 
 the other a dilapidated mule. The mule team comes along first, 
 and then the automobile catches up with it and passes it be- 
 fore it comes to a stop.) 
 
 Loder: Hello, Mr. Brusch! Any news about that county 
 farm agent? 
 
 Brusch : Purdue will send one here just as soon as they can 
 find a good man. The demand is greater than the supply ; 
 that is our trouble. 
 
 Loder : Well, I hope we '11 get him soon. We need him. I 've 
 a mind to go up there myself. I want to know about the 
 Hessian fly. I figure out I might save my crop by it. 
 Hello, Jake ! You ought to go in for this. A county farm 
 agent could help you a lot. 
 
 Skinner : Well, I ain't seed yet thet he 'd do nothing f er me. 
 What some feller what never seen my farm know about 
 my place? 
 
 Loder : He knows more about it with his eyes shut than you 
 do with your eyes open, — that 's what he knows about it. 
 But all the same, he can't do anything for your farm 
 against your will. But if you get your eyes open and 
 work with him, you can do a heap sight with your place. 
 That 's the way it was with me. 
 
 Skinner : Well, you had good luck and you '11 not deny it. 
 The weather and all 'a ben agin me; hed sickness; my 
 
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land gone poor ; com grew in thin ; and could n't git good 
 prices. So, what 's the use? Yer can't raise nothing with- 
 out land. Reckon I '11 go somers else and try my luck 'ith 
 a new place. 
 
 Loder: Join the Bloomington Chamber of Commerce, Jake, 
 like I did, and help get a county farm agent. That will do 
 more for you than luck! 
 
 Skinner: No sir-ree! I ain't got time nor money to be 
 foolin' around with new-fangled notions like thet ar. I 've 
 got ter work fer my livin'. 
 
 Brusch : There you are. 
 
 Unconvinced : The man 's a fool. A county agent would be 
 the best thing on earth for him. The man 's a fool. 
 
 Brusch : He 's not the only one. 
 
 Unconvinced: What's that? Am I in that class? I sup- 
 pose I am. Good Lord, put my name up for membership 
 next meeting. How much are the dues? Let me pay up 
 right off. How long have I got to wait? 
 
 Skinner: Saw, what'er is this yer crowd settin' up there? 
 
 Brusch : That 's the audience watching the pageant. 
 
 Skinner: Watching the — what? — the paygeant? What's 
 thet? 
 
 Brusch : The pageant. What is it ? Why, you *re part of it. 
 
 Skinner: I am? I didn't know it. Looks like there might 
 be good chanct to sell my apples. Apples ! Apples ! Fine 
 apples to sell! Name yer own price! Try one you, Hi 
 thar! 
 (He throws a few apples up into the crowd.) 
 
 Brusch : Hold on there. Skinner. This is not allowed ! No 
 concessions on the pageant grounds ! 
 
 Skinner : I 'm a-sellin' my stuff. Ain't I got a right to sell 
 my own stuff ? You might sell yours, too, Loder. 
 
 Loder : Mine 's sold before I pick it. 
 
 Skinner : It is ? Well, I '11 be gol durned ! 
 
 Loder : Drive on down, Sam, and deliver the load at the sta- 
 tion. (The auto truck goes on out.) 
 
 Brusch : Quit it, Skinner. You '11 have to go down town to 
 peddle your apples. Not allowed at the pageant. 
 
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Skinner: Well, what is this yere paygent? A circus? 
 
 Member: The pageant is something to let you know what 
 Bloomington is, what it has been, and what it is going to 
 be. We 're going to follow it up with a Know Blooming- 
 ton campaign. 
 
 Skinner: Know Bloomington. Ha, wall, I reckon I know 
 Bloomington all right maself . Lived just out here a piece 
 all ma life. Say, what'er is them ar buildings, eh? 
 
 Brusch : Those are some of the University buildings. 
 
 Skinner : Oh, they be, eh ? Hm ! 
 
 Brusch : The University and the Chamber of Commerce got 
 together in putting through this pageant to celebrate the 
 centennial anniversary of the State of Indiana. We are 
 all enacting scenes from the history of Bloomington and 
 of the University to show how everything has come to be 
 as it is and how it will be better still in the future. You 
 are acting in one of those episodes now. 
 
 Skinner: I am, am I? 
 
 Member : Yes, Loder here represents the progressive farmer 
 that helps the community by taking hold with the rest of 
 us, and you are the kind that tries to go it alone, does 
 not want anyone else's help, and will not help anyone else 
 in turn. 
 
 Skinner: Wall, — I reckon I better be goin'. 
 
 Brusch : You stay here a few minutes and you '11 see all the 
 people of the past hundred years. They are all coming 
 back. 
 
 Skinner: What are yer givin' us! All the dead ones? 
 Loder : Not your kind of dead ones. 
 
 Brusch : Yes, all the people of a hundred years ago ; they are 
 all represented, dressed just as they used to and all. 
 
 Skinner: They 're comin' here? 
 
 Brusch : Yes. 
 
 Skinner : Right here ? 
 
 All : Yes, right here. All of them. And the band will play 
 for them to come in by, the orchestra. 
 
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Skinner : It 's time fer me to be a-gettin' right out of yere. 
 Hully Gee Whitaker ! All the dead uns ! Get up, Maud ! 
 Git out a yere! 
 
 (He lashes his mule, and turns around sharp and drives off 
 as fast as he can. The orchestra starts to play a few chords. 
 He stops and yells back.) 
 
 Skinner: Hi! Es thet ar them a-comin'? Hold 'em back! 
 Hold 'em back! 
 
 Brusch : Not quite yet. There 's another episode. Time for 
 you to think it over. 
 
 (Skinner disappears over the hill.) 
 
 Loder : He '11 come back. He '11 come back, when he once 
 gets the idea. 
 
 Member: Yes, but that is part of our job, to see that he gets 
 the idea, to get all the community working together. 
 Town and County, University and State! The Past and 
 the Present and the Future ! All must work together for 
 each other, for Indiana, and for America. 
 
 (The orchestra begins to play. The four men go out, look- 
 ing forward to the coming of the People of the Generations 
 and to take their places in the procession and massing of the 
 Finale. In the end Skinner is seen to be there too. He has 
 come in.) 
 
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EPISODE NINE : THE SERVICE OF THE STATE 
 
 The orchestra plays a few measures of the Indiana theme 
 marking the transition from one episode to the other. While 
 the music is still sounding the figure of the University turns 
 toward the people and calls her State-wide invitation : 
 
 The University : Come ! Come from all the State, all ye who 
 need 
 My service ! Come ! Receive ! And then return 
 To all the State, my service rendering ! 
 
 In response to this invitation four groups of young people, 
 students, come from the four directions of the compass, their 
 hands held out as to receive the offered service. 
 
 The University: As I to you reveal the light, unveil 
 The truth, e'en so do you in turn to all 
 Upon your way through life reveal the light. 
 Unveil the truth ! Except by these dare not 
 To live ! Except for these dare not to die ! 
 So, ye who bear my torch, who hold my book. 
 Come light the pathway ! Guide ! Reveal ! Unveil ! 
 
 There come at her command the President of the University 
 and members of the various Faculties of the University, in 
 their academic robes and bearing symbols of their schools or 
 departments. To them the students go, grouping themselves 
 around them, and all taking their place well up on the slope. 
 Three other groups of students come in, representing athletics, 
 football, basketball, and baseball. At the same time the figure 
 of Light again appears at the top of the hill, comes down and 
 takes his place just above and at one side of the University. 
 
 Light : Shine ! Shine through all the State ! On hill and lake 
 Thy light to every home and shop send forth ! 
 
 The Director of the Extension Service with a group of his 
 staff come forward in academic robes bearing symbols of their 
 work, — package libraries, small stereopticon and music rec- 
 oirds. 
 
 The University : Through all the State, on hill and lake, my 
 light 
 Bear forth to every home and shop ! Reveal 
 The light ! Unveil the truth ! Lead ! Guide ! Go forth ! 
 
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The Director and his staff bow in acknowledgment of the com- 
 mand, turn and go out in different directions. 
 
 The first two lines of the Hymn to Indiana are sounded. His 
 Excellency, Samuel M. Ralston, Governor of Indiana, goes up 
 from his seat on the grandstand toward the community altar, 
 the President of the University going down to meet him. Im- 
 mediately after from either end of the grandstand come two 
 persons, one bearing a representation of the Robert W. Long 
 Hospital, and the other a large bag of money representing the 
 Waterman bequest for scientific research. These are given in 
 turn to the Governor who gives them to the State, and re- 
 ceiving them back entrusts them to the President of the Uni- 
 versity, who assigns them to the Dean of the Medical School, 
 and the Dean of the Graduate School. As each is given into 
 her hands, Indiana will say : 
 
 Indiana: From Robert W. and Clara Long, in trust to the 
 State of Indiana. To reach out mercy to the suffering and 
 to spread the Light of Truth still further into the myster- 
 ies of relief. 
 
 From Luther Dana Waterman, in trust to the State of 
 Indiana. To speed men onward to the victory of unknown 
 regions of life by feeding the fire of Light and Truth in 
 scientific research. 
 
 Indiana then unrolls a scroll representing an Act of Legisla- 
 ture, and reads as therefrom: 
 
 From the People of Indiana to the People of Indiana by 
 Act of their Legislature in the administration of the friend of 
 education, Samuel M. Ralston, Governor, beyond request, see- 
 ing the light that is spread through all the State, for the in- 
 crease, support, and use of Indiana University in its mission 
 of Light and Truth, a tax of two and eight-tenths cents on the 
 hundred dollars with at the same time similar provision for 
 the other State educational institutions. 
 
 The action then passes immediately into the Finale without 
 pause or interruption. 
 
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V. FINALE: CENTENNIAL! 
 
 The orchestra bursts into the Light music as the figure of 
 Light raises his torch high, goes to the top of the slope, as 
 a signal to the people of all the past to return. From both sides 
 of the grandstand they pour in singing. At the same time the 
 spirits of Hope and Determination sweep out into a circle on 
 the horizon. 
 
 THE HYMN TO INDIANA 
 
 To Heaven raise thy star-crowned head. 
 
 Superb Indiana ! 
 Thy future to glory wed 
 
 Through toil ! Praise God ! Hosanna ! 
 
 Arise! Stand! Strive! 
 
 Thy faith revive ! 
 
 With courage and decision 
 
 Press onward toward thy vision ! 
 
 Arise! Firm! True! 
 Thy strength renew! 
 God prosper thy gages 
 To serve the coming ages! 
 
 To Heaven raise thy star-crowned head, 
 
 Superb Indiana ! 
 Thy future to glory wed 
 
 Through toil ! Praise God ! Hosanna ! 
 
 Sounding abruptly in the orchestra are heard the first six 
 notes of The Star Spangled Banner as a trumpet call. Indiana 
 turns around and points far off where in the distance is seen 
 America coming on horseback, attended by the other States of 
 the old Northwest Territory, — Ohio, Illinois, Michigan, and 
 Wisconsin. America rides a white horse and is robed in white ; 
 she carries on her left shoulder the Shield of the United States 
 and in her right hand the American flag. The States ride dark 
 colored horses, and wear the Shields of their Seals, but do not 
 carry flags, as having no sovereignty in Indiana. All the people 
 of the pageant turn in the direction whence America is com- 
 ing and raise their hands in acclaim. A Pioneer and a Man of 
 1816 bring Indiana a horse. She mounts, takes from the City 
 her State Flag, and rides forth to meet America. When she 
 approaches her, Indana stops and inclines her flag in salute, 
 
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an honor which America acknowledges by inclining the Amer- 
 ican flag. Indiana then rides back with America, to the left and 
 a little behind her. 
 
 As America approaches the top of the slope near the Ob- 
 servatory, the orchestra plays The Star Spangled Banner in 
 salutation and all the spirits of Hope and Determination sweep 
 forward until they are quite near. Then all the people join in 
 singing : 
 
 THE HYMN TO AMERICA 
 
 Forever shine on our mountain heights! 
 
 Forever dwell by our valleys' streams ! 
 And may thy stars illume the nights 
 
 Where'er thy glorious banner gleams ! 
 
 In thee unite the sovereign States ! 
 
 In thee all trade and commerce live ! 
 To all thou openest wide thy gates; 
 
 To all thy name and thy life dost give ! 
 
 The little child thou dost protect; 
 
 The strongest man for his work inspire ! 
 The wayward firmly dost correct ; 
 
 And guard our homes from flood and fire! 
 
 Thy name we share from south to north; 
 
 Thine air we breathe from east to west ! 
 Thy glory, America, leads us forth 
 
 In victory onward toward the best! 
 
 O God, Who givest the breath of life 
 
 To peoples of the human race, 
 Make Thou our land in peace or strife 
 
 A Nation strong, of uplifted face ! 
 
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America still seated on her horse raises her flag, and all the 
 people kneel and sing kneeling the prayer stanza of the hymn 
 "America" : 
 
 AMERICA 
 
 "Our fathers' God, to Thee, 
 
 Author of Liberty, 
 
 To Thee we sing! 
 Long may our land be bright 
 With Freedom's holy light! 
 Protect us by Thy might 
 
 Great God, our King!" 
 
 All rise, and the music playing the Hymn to Indiana, march 
 in heavy massed column out before America, Indiana, the 
 other States, the City, and the University, into the future, in 
 the direction whence America came. The figure of Light leads 
 the way. The spirits of Hope and Determination converge on 
 the moving column of the people of the pageant and march out 
 with them. When all have passed, the central group comes 
 down toward the grandstand and passes out to the south by 
 the wood road. 
 
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