Mr. Rufus M. Meroney, a graduate of Tillotson College, writes to the Tillotson Tidings concerning his experience at Yale University. Mr. Meroney was fitted for Yale at Tillotson and is now a member of Junior Class in Yale University. Graduates of our several institutions are by no means strangers to the different universities of our country.

"I have always found that the hardest subject to write about is myself, and I instinctively shirk that task wherever I can, but thinking perhaps you may want to hear a word about me, I will write a line or two on that rather vague and uninteresting subject. I am here trying to absorb all that Yale and the East can offer me for information and upliftment. I avail myself of all the opportunities which I can. I am here in the path which the wisest of the earth travel when they are upon this continent, and where some of the wisest of the earth dwell. I am almost in the suburbs of the great city of New York, which contains the best and worst of our civilization. Yale is a great community, where the very atmosphere teems with the best of thought and the highest of inspirations. I shall never regret having come here.

"Now, if there is any message of cheer that I can send to you, let it be this: There is so much pure joy to be had in this world that, if we will, life's ills can scarcely touch us. There is so much joy in nature, so much joy in work, so much joy in achievement, so much joy in companionship, and so much joy in God, that we ought really to pass through life like taking a walk on a glad spring morning. Above all, find the pay that lies in service to others, and the problem of life is settled.

"Just a word about the old school now and I shall be nearly through. The college spirit at Yale is very strong, and one's heart is certain to be drawn irresistibly by the strong chains of affection and loyalty which the very atmosphere here engenders. The chimes on our dear Battell chapel ring out each quarter hour here, night and day, and I have often thought that the silver tones of those sweet bells will probably resound in my heart for the rest of my life. But often in my dreams rings too the old bell at Allen Hall; the bell that called me so many a day to pleasant toil, so many a day to prayer and holy thought, the old bell that summoned me to the highest that was within me, that summoned me to duty and to God.

"Among the fleeting visions of life which will appear before my eyes in the future hours of meditation and retrospection, I think the field of blue with the great white Y will be ever present, but

the blue of Yale will be given a deeper and truer hue by the blue of Tillotson, and the borders will always be tinted with old gold. God bless Tillotson!"