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every variety of edible thing produced in the region and appropriate to the time of year was exposed for sale. In addition to fruits, vegetables, poultry and dairy products there were young pigs and calves tied or crated ready for an exchange of ownership. The palaver common to such places, including an abundance of merriment, was much in evidence. The market as a means of bringing producer and consumer together without the intrusion of the middleman is general in European countries and might well have a more extensive use in our own land. beauty of the Moselle river and valley with their bordering hills is proverbial and far famed. The The hillsides, little matter how steep, are terraced from bottom to top and planted in vines, which produce the wines for which the region is famous. The scenery resembles that of the Rhine and for obvious reasons, the rivers are here not far apart and have trenched their way through the same plateau to a depth of five or six hundred feet. Many of the hill-tops are surmounted by imposing castles, some ruinous, some well preserved, in good repair and still occupied. In going by rail from Treves to Cochem we followed through part of the distance an abandoned section of the river valley, showing an interesting and puzzling phase of river work, which we wished we might have had time to examine. We spent a night at Cochem, with vineclad hills behind and the peacefully flowing river in front, beyond which rise other vineclad hills. The single village street, the Moselstrasse, runs between the single row of houses comprising the town and the river. The gently sloping banks were free from weeds and debris and covered with sod on which at in

tervals was spread to dry, some thrifty housewife's wash. The Gasthaus zum Bahnhof (the inn by the railway sta tion) furnished plain but comfortable entertainment. Meals were served at little tables on the front porch, whose only sides and roof were trellised grape-vines laden with foliage and fruits. Carts drawn by oxen singly or in pairs and laden with grain or newly mown hay trundled leisurely by dispensing the fragrance of field and meadow. We strolled along the quiet street enjoying the quaintness of both the houses and the inhabitants and being enjoyed no doubt quite as much in turn by the villagers. A man with an ox and wagon was asked to pose for the camera, which he readily consented to do, encouraging his beast which he led by a halter to hold his head high, while he himself struck an attitude very erect and soldierly and yet so unnatural and self-conscious as to be quite amusing. As evening drew on most of the population semed to be on the street, some strolling and gossiping, some sitting at the omnipresent little tables, sipping, nibbling and chattering and all seeming to be enjoying themselves and their surroundings in a very simple, yet in a very kindly and hearty sort of way. We watched the hazy blue of the hills blend with the purpling shadows of evening, then fade in the deeper shades of night, when we sought our room, a great square one, with three large windows opening toward the river, where through the stillest of nights, we slept the deep and dreamless sleep of the weary if not of the just. There was no special attraction that drew us to Cochem, nothing but just its quaint and rural loveliness, but in this respect it is a gem. We had hoped to go on down the river by

boat but the water was so low that the boat had stopped running so we went to Coblenz by the railway that follows the river bank with its many bends, and even from the train we were able to get many fine views of river and hills. The trip on the Rhine between Coblenz and Mayence is, of course, world famous, and worth going a long way to make. No matter how much one may have read or heard about the beauties of this stretch of river the actual experience only intensifies any preconceived impressions of its splendors. The ever-changing vista of vineclad hills, of castle crowned heights, of nestling villages, combined with the beauty of sky and stream, with which we were favored on the occasion of our trip, form a picture not easily effaced and one to be cherished and enjoyed while memory lasts.

We stayed over night at Bacharach, for much the same reason that we stopped at Cochem, that we might see and gain some impressions of a typical village and villagers at first hand and have an opportunity of a more leisurely view of some of the characteristic scenery, than could be obtained from the rapidly moving steamer. We entered the village by a gateway, gateway, through the well-preserved wall and wandered through crooked and narrow streets. The town was quite unspoiled by much of modern progress. the railway and station are outside the walls. What would seem to us to be alleys, though probably there considcred streets, had dwellings fronting on them, while the next door or across the alley might be seen a stable with one or more cows. This, however, did not mean litter and bad smells, as these villagers are good housekeepers and water, scrubbing brushes and garbage

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carts keep alley, stable and pavement generally much cleaner than our principal streets are kept. We climbed the heights at the back of the town, by a zigzag, vineyard path nearly to the top. The bluffs are four or five hundred feet high and so steep that the planting and cultivation of their slopes would be a task of much difficulty to an Indiana farmer. The vines are so thick and set with such strong stakes that we felt fairly sure that if we slipped we should hardly roll all the way down into the town. The view from the hillside, of the town, the river and the hills beyond, illumined as they were by the sinking sun, was very fine indeed. The evening street life resembled that observed at Cochem. The strolling and gossip, the quiet contentment and simple enjoyment were much the same. The long-stemmed crooked pipes smoked by some of the sedate old men seemed longer here than elsewhere, some were a yard long at least, but whether this made any difference in the depth of their cogitations I suppose is doubtful. After a breakfast under the vines in the garden of the inn, we went on to Mayence by rail. Of the traffic on the Rhine, the plans for improving and controlling the river and the facilities for receiving and landing freight much might be said, but time and space forbid. We saw the principal points of interest in Mayence, particularly the museum in which are fine specimens of the printer's art in the early development of which the city is celebrated. From Mayence to Frankfort is a short run by rail through a good-looking tract of country and this was our next stopping place.

*Augusta Trevirorum, incorrectly spelled in last article.

great services in the betterment and development of Indiana schools. These papers have always stood consistently against the fads and foibles of the hour, and strongly for the safe and permanent. As editor of the last nine volumes I have tried to make the paper the exponent and encourager of the best.

It softens the sadness of saying farewell to be able to announce that Professor George L. Roberts, of Purdue University, is to be editor-in-chief and Dean W. A. Jessup of the School of Education, Indiana University, associate editor. These men are so weli known and so closely identified with the educational work of the State that they need no formal introduction to the readers of this Journal. Both men are wholly devoted to educational work and both have earned their high standing by industry and merit. They bring to the paper a rare combination of experience, training and outlook.

It is with confidence that I bespeak for them the same kind and sympathetic cooperation that I have always received so generously. I am sure that the Educator-Journal will continue to grow in power and influence. It has served the State well in the past, it appreciates its present duty and it has a large vision of future opportunity. ROBERT J. ALEY.

Harold W. Johnston.

The death of Dr. Johnston removes from the faculty of Indiana University one of the best known and most popular members. For the past sixteen years he was in charge of the department of Latin. His ability as a

teacher of this language was such that he attracted great numbers of students. to his department. It is not exaggerating to say that he was without a peer in the United States as a teacher of Latin. He not only had the ability of interesting his students in the subject so that they became masters of it, but he inspired them so that they in turn became excellent teachers. In the high school where one of Dr. Johnston's graduates is teaching Latin it is rare, indeed, to find a pupil who desires excuse from that study.

Dr. Johnston was recognized as a superior scholar in the Latin language

and literature. The series of Latin texts which he edited is used widely. Several books of his bearing upon questions connected with Roman life and Latin Literature have attracted most favorable attention.

Few men were more interested in college athletic affairs than Dr. Johnston. He was head of the Indiana Athletic Association, Chairman of the Western Intercollegiate Association and had just been elected President of the National Athletic Association. No man connected with athletic interests at Indiana University has done more to promote clean amateur sport.

He was a man of much native humor and keenness of wit. He thoroughly enjoyed life and was as willing to be the butt of a joke as to make one at the expense of some else. Back of his wit and humor there was a genuine dignity and earnestness that made him not only a charming friend, but a successful ally in all valuable undertakings. He will be missed by a great circle of friends. His associates in the faculty, his friends in the city

N. E. A.

1912.

Chicago.

A great meeting.

About twenty thousand present.

More active members present than at any previous meeting.

Indiana was in evidence with a delegation of about one hundred and fifty.

At one session four Indianians were

on the stage: President Jordan and three of his students, Presidents. Swain, Bryan and Aley.

The general program was the best ever presented by the N. E. A. Only one person named on the program was absent and his absence was absolutely unavoidable.

President Pearse made his program cosmopolitan. The speakers represented eighteen states and two foreign countries. All were distinguished. More than half of them had never before been on a general N. E. A. program.

The troubles which have threatened to disrupt the Association were thrashed out in an intensely interesting and dramatic meeting of the Board of Directors. Both sides had a hearing. As was to be expected this great

one. The long three and one-half hours' meeting adjourned with everybody happy and the outlook for the future bright.

The intense struggle of the meeting centered about the election of a president, as it has done for three years. District Superintendent Superintendent Grace C. Strachan of New York was presented by a large and enthusiastic delegation from that city. Kansas presented State Superintendent E. T. Fairchild. In the nominating committee the votes were Miss Strachan 7, Pres. Brooks 5. and Fairchild 34.

As soon as President Aley, Chairman of the Nominating Committee. presented the report, Miss Blake of New York moved that the name of Miss Strachan be substituted for that of Mr. Fairchild. After a most interesting series of speeches this motion defeated by an overwhelming majority. The report of the Committee was then adopted.

The more important officers for the ensuing year are: President, E. T. Fairchild, State Superintendent of Kansas; Treasurer, Grace Shepart. State Superintendent of Idaho; member of Board of Trustees to succeed himself, James Y. Joyner, State Superintendent of North Carolina; elective member of the Executive Committee, State Superintendent George W. Cook, of Arkansas.

The business meeting of the Association lasted from 11:15 a. m. to 4 p. m. There were estimated to be