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THE NORMAL RECORD. men to find a new way, and the passage of Good Hope and the voyage of Columbus to America, result. A third period, if history may be divided into periods, followed the one in which, ignoring religious zeal and political ambition, Venice aimed only to pour into her treasuries. Venice grown rich sought pleasure in display which necessitated art and culture. Drawing from the various nations with which she had come in contact and with ample means to gratify her desires, she then entered upon an era of artistic glory of which the lingering splendors still attract the distant traveler. In the story of Venice may be seen the typical evolution of national life. First there was the struggle for existence; then came a psriod of material prosperity which formed the foundation for and necessarily preceded the era particularly characterized by the higher arts of civilization. Americans have had preached to them from pulpit, platform and press the degrading tendencies of trying to get rich, and the deplorable results that must follow if this thirst for wealth is not overcome. Such doctrine ignores the profound significance of the intense struggle of the American people to wrest from their resources that which can be exchanged for something higher. The American nation has been unfolding with such amazing rapidity that it has been necessary that the struggle should be intense. Already in less than a century and a quarter of national existence the third stage of national growth has been reached. The Salvation Army, the union of sects inte that great republic, the Christian Endeavor the founding of libraries, galleries and museums; the erection in our cities of edificies of artistic architecture and the improved taste shown in the building of modern homes; the revival of learning shown by the founding of new universities and the phenomenal growth of old ones, all these are but a few of the cloud of witnesses which testify to the higher life that is unfolding in America. And mark how much of this growth has been within the last ten years. The forces that make for Tightness were never more vigorous than to-day, and Tightness endures. The time is one for great hope. A Trip to Siberia. CLARENCE W. LEININGER. I had long had a desire to visit certain parts of Siberia, when one day a particular friend of mine informed me that his father was fitting out a vessel for the East Siberian trade, and knowing my wish to travel there, volunteered to procure me a passage. Seeing my friend later in the week, I was informed that his father had gladly given his consent and that the ship was to sail the following Monday. The few intervening days before departure were spent in preparing for the voyage and in bidding adieu to my friends. It was a beautiful morning in September when the "Pharaon" spread her sails, and passing through the Golden Gate stood out to sea. She was a snugly built craft, comparatively new, and manned by as able a crew as ever sailed the Pacific. The first few days out were exceedingly pleasant, but as the equinoctial storms were due, we knew there would be a change. It was not long in coming and with it a complete change in my opinion of the pleasures of an ocean voyage. The vessel pitched and tossed in the fury of the storm, and I, deeply buried in a narrow birth, rolling and vibrating with each lunge of the ship, had my attention quite equally divided between the pangs of sea-sickness and trying to retain the equilibrium of my body. The storm lasted about a week, and with better weather came a revival of interest in ship affairs, together with an increased happiness in existence, which could not have been attributed to me or the other American passenger, a furtrader. The remainder of the voyage was delightfully spent in the company of the officers, at whose table we dined. We found them to be splendid fellows and ever ready to feed the imaginations of two patient listeners with daring sea yarns. During the voyage I became well acquainted with the furtrader, whose name was Franklin Furrier, and eagerly accepted his invitation to accompany him on his trip to the fur-catching tribes of northern Kamt- chatka. After a month of steady sailing we finally dropped anchor before Petropaulovski, a
Object Description
Title | The Normal Record. November 1896 |
Original Date | 1896-11 |
Description | The Record. Published by the Associated Students of Chico State College. |
Creator | Chico State College |
Location of Original | Archives |
Call Number | LD723 C57 |
Digital Collection | The Record: Chico State Yearbook Collection |
Digital Repository | Meriam Library, California State University, Chico. |
Description-Abstract | The Record served as both a student magazine and a commencement program for Chico Normal School. In the year 1896, it was published almost monthly. |
Date Digital | 2013 |
Language | eng |
Rights | For information on the use of the images in this collection contact the Special Collections Department at 530.898-6342 or email: specialcollections@csuchico.edu |
Format | image/tiff |
Filename | index.cpd |
Description
Title | 1896_11_NormalRecord.009 |
Original Date | 1896-11 |
OCR- Transcript | THE NORMAL RECORD. men to find a new way, and the passage of Good Hope and the voyage of Columbus to America, result. A third period, if history may be divided into periods, followed the one in which, ignoring religious zeal and political ambition, Venice aimed only to pour into her treasuries. Venice grown rich sought pleasure in display which necessitated art and culture. Drawing from the various nations with which she had come in contact and with ample means to gratify her desires, she then entered upon an era of artistic glory of which the lingering splendors still attract the distant traveler. In the story of Venice may be seen the typical evolution of national life. First there was the struggle for existence; then came a psriod of material prosperity which formed the foundation for and necessarily preceded the era particularly characterized by the higher arts of civilization. Americans have had preached to them from pulpit, platform and press the degrading tendencies of trying to get rich, and the deplorable results that must follow if this thirst for wealth is not overcome. Such doctrine ignores the profound significance of the intense struggle of the American people to wrest from their resources that which can be exchanged for something higher. The American nation has been unfolding with such amazing rapidity that it has been necessary that the struggle should be intense. Already in less than a century and a quarter of national existence the third stage of national growth has been reached. The Salvation Army, the union of sects inte that great republic, the Christian Endeavor the founding of libraries, galleries and museums; the erection in our cities of edificies of artistic architecture and the improved taste shown in the building of modern homes; the revival of learning shown by the founding of new universities and the phenomenal growth of old ones, all these are but a few of the cloud of witnesses which testify to the higher life that is unfolding in America. And mark how much of this growth has been within the last ten years. The forces that make for Tightness were never more vigorous than to-day, and Tightness endures. The time is one for great hope. A Trip to Siberia. CLARENCE W. LEININGER. I had long had a desire to visit certain parts of Siberia, when one day a particular friend of mine informed me that his father was fitting out a vessel for the East Siberian trade, and knowing my wish to travel there, volunteered to procure me a passage. Seeing my friend later in the week, I was informed that his father had gladly given his consent and that the ship was to sail the following Monday. The few intervening days before departure were spent in preparing for the voyage and in bidding adieu to my friends. It was a beautiful morning in September when the "Pharaon" spread her sails, and passing through the Golden Gate stood out to sea. She was a snugly built craft, comparatively new, and manned by as able a crew as ever sailed the Pacific. The first few days out were exceedingly pleasant, but as the equinoctial storms were due, we knew there would be a change. It was not long in coming and with it a complete change in my opinion of the pleasures of an ocean voyage. The vessel pitched and tossed in the fury of the storm, and I, deeply buried in a narrow birth, rolling and vibrating with each lunge of the ship, had my attention quite equally divided between the pangs of sea-sickness and trying to retain the equilibrium of my body. The storm lasted about a week, and with better weather came a revival of interest in ship affairs, together with an increased happiness in existence, which could not have been attributed to me or the other American passenger, a furtrader. The remainder of the voyage was delightfully spent in the company of the officers, at whose table we dined. We found them to be splendid fellows and ever ready to feed the imaginations of two patient listeners with daring sea yarns. During the voyage I became well acquainted with the furtrader, whose name was Franklin Furrier, and eagerly accepted his invitation to accompany him on his trip to the fur-catching tribes of northern Kamt- chatka. After a month of steady sailing we finally dropped anchor before Petropaulovski, a |