IN MEMORIAM GLADYS BLICKHAHN JAMESON1889—1919lletwa'li these years, i In* cycle of lit.* s“ems all too brief as wereckon time, yet shall we notcount her earthly chronicle bydeeds, not days? For she tilled tlie boors as they passed with theuseful deeds of hands that lovedto serve, and tin* days with activities expressing a spirit broad and catholic as well as a heart which felt tenderness for the hungry, for the aged, for the suffering ones of th“ world.Tho this berea veiheii t scorns al a os; too : ss silt; foi love to near, and nothin can keep the burden of iltis soiv w front resting heavily upon tho-,. whom she has left, y.*: there c.. 1 be no real death for her. who a *. -ty life-blood heats in tiie hearts «: ; we. dear lit tie einid-reu and who ■ . ry spirit can bere-ereated i.om the beautiful memories of her which live so vividly in tile thoughts* ol those whom she blessed.“Why do we think of death as a terrible thing,- perhaps it is more marvelous than life/' So spoke Alan Seeger, the young poet, before lie spilled bis blood on the battle-fields of France and went to join tin* Immortals. With the continued passing of so many of the world’s rare souls, perhaps we shall learn to call death a more beautiful life and our grief turn to exaltation that these spirits have found a happiness yet deniedto us.Janet Williams Dean.