The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, September 11, 1904, Page 12

> THE SAN FRANCISCO SUNDAY CALL. is then put trough set in a is poured a way as rock and shed to pper deposits ugh. These into a crude sulphur es- mes, leaving one ! Eastern o = % qn’;!‘,m“ | cnly the metal and a little of the rock. This ie then put into a very primitive furnace made of rock and dirt and bellows of a peculiar construction keep the fire in the forges going. The fuel used is charcoal, which the Mexicans make themselves. With the ore in the furnace is thrown a little limestone to aid in taking the iron out of the ore. The mciten mass R BRI L PR AP COSGOITLGESITRO0 GhHe College \ Girl and her opin- spicy, interest- ng, even when ut I found the neity of what, commonly too choice a thing to lose y among them. quent hours of ease the mixes oracular state- T B Pr jes, sophistry apd eng fashion. The of existence and the the num a of making fudge, socialistic redemption of humanity and the newest models in neckwear appeal to her interest. In these discursive sy e not above taking ‘the measure ¢ ere man.” 1 had a sneaking idea that the differ- ence between college girls and their y frivoloks or “feminine™ as superficial only—perhaps a pose in which they ding lady as long as vould give them audience, perhaps, & reputation having been started abroad, they feel bound up to it, 1 had set myself the task of proving my theory, and then boldly removing the mask and setting right the long and more especially that most sadly decelved portion of it— man rary deluded world, this time (two days) I felt well enough acquainted to launch my ques- tion, “What do you college girls think of college mer” I asked abruptly. “They are a rum lot,” sa’d the tall blonde, whose type suggested a Burne- Joncs saint, and whose slang was DESDOOTLIESOIEOIOG0 thereby ceased to surprise. A gale of laughter greeted this con- excusable, because it never cise statement. The gauntlet was thrown down, and the lists were open to all who chose to cnter and defend the worth of man. Not so hard, Jonesy,” began Miss New York, leading the opposition; *it depends on what college he went to.” “Explain,” 1 interrupted, sighting a nugget ,and trying not to lose sight of sclence in my personal interest. I turned the leaves of memory back to the society girls I had just left, who placed a special premium upon the scalps of college men en masse, and I noticed a marked passage which said that even a college freshman is better than no college man at all. Point one —college girls differentiate. I was ready for the explanation. It came in the form of a lively dis- cussion. The girl from New York thought the Harvard man was “boor- ish,” while others combined to praise his “mannishness.” “He is a conceited poser and most ridiculous,” said the Burne-Jones girl. “He looks collegiate without being slouchy,” answered the defense. “He’d like to look collegiate if he were not so vain,” retorted Miss Burne- Jones. “Vain?" protested she of the Boston- ese accent. “He is as free from vanity as members of the English nobility; as assured of his own position and su- periority as any belted earl—there he is, utterly indifferent to public opin- fon. Merely to say ‘T am a Harvard man’ is a sufficient warrant of pres- tige.” “Humph!” sniffed Miss Burne-Jones. “I confess to a preference for the man from Old Nassau. No such un-Ameri- can notions about him. He abhors pretenses and, from the latest arrived freshman to the venerable president emeritus, the Princetonian is delight- fully candid and unaffected.” “He makes a pose of his very frank- ness and so loses dignity,” some one ventured. Miss Burne-Jones did not look so saintly just then. What she might have said to defend the tiger no one knows, for some young enthusiast turned the tide in her own direction. “Well, here's to good old Yale,” she broke in. “Enough of Princet “Yale?” The Burne-Jones saint was in for revenge. “Yale men are all snobs.” ““They are really aristocratic, but per- sons who are not call them snobbish,” was the retort. “A woman's argument the world over,” 1 commented, “to win by words and feelings, not by reason. “And Cornell?” I asked, seeking safer ground. “Cornell men are all fine fellows, who will do something in the world,” was the quick response from the girl with the large, serious brown eyes. “And Columbia?” “Columbia is too big and too young and too gosmopolitan to have created a type yet,” the thoughtful girl re- marked. “I think when Columbia has a type it will be the New York man, big and fine looking, capable, ener- getic, inscrutable, bending all his en- ergies toward some really definite end, perhaps an end of his own.” This calm, impersonal, judicious ob- servation caused a lull. Fearing an end to my interview, I came forward with another question: “Leaving the universities, what do you think of the smaller colleges, Wil- liams, for instance?” There was a pause, and then a girl from the West spoke up. “Willlams men h¥ve ideals and believe in them and some of those dreams will come true.” She spoke as one having. au- thority. Here was partisanship at high tide, vet no one rose to stop its course. It was a tribute worth recording. “Where does the man from the ‘Western universities, Ann Arbor, Chi- cago, Wisconsin and a score of others, come in?” I inquired. “What is his rank and worth?"” “He hasn’t the college stamp,” was the briskly delivered opinion of the girl from New York. at the bottom of the furnace passes through a funnel. Much of the iron and slag adheres to the sides, but the copper, which is heavier, runs to the bottom, where it can be skimmed and then dipped out and cooled. The copper, which often contains considerable gold and silver, is ready to be hammered into shape. Modern methods of mining separate the cop- per from the more precious metals and the gold and silver by-products of Western copper mines more than pay all operating expenses, leaving copper as a net profit. The Aaztecs have no way of separating these therefore lose the gold and s tainéd therein. The copper is placed on an anvil and six stalwart fellows with big sledse hammers form a circle around One Indian holds an end of the pper In large tongs and skill turns it while six Indians with sledge ham- mers keep up a constant pe unding, every hammer striking with force and precision. With these hammers and a pair of shears these primitive mechanics beat the copper into various shapes and turn it into 1 terns, mak everything from an | mense copper kettle for boiling and refining sugar to a tiny copper cup or souvenir plate. They can hammer this copper to the thinness of paper and can shape the various articles as pertectly as if they were molded. Th are soom to make a large jard of pure copper 3% feet high 28 inches utensils of erent D the base and drawn to a m N exceeding six inches across. They a also preparing to make copper water- bottles, shaped ltke the ordimary class water-bottle, using no pattern, but hammering them out of copper, which they have beaten into sheets, only one plece of copper being used for a bot More interesting even than the Aztec method of smelting <nd refining ore Is their manner of staining copper, & se- cret process k.own only to these In- dians and which no others have been able to discover. They take a copper vessel, the inside of which is packed with wheat straw, and put it into a blazing fire. After a minute or two these vessels are removed, cooled by an application of dirt and then appear ia peautiful colors of red, purple, blue, green and various other shades. Thus, these Indians from the distant interior of Old Mexico, using only the crude appliances of their own make, such as they have been using for many centuries, turn out articles of various kinds, which are models of beauty and artistic skill. TalKson the College Eastern “What is that stamp?” demanded the Western girl with bristling aggres- slveness. ‘““His scholarship will com- pare favorably with the Yale man's ‘and his manners.” “Oh, yes; he's a worthy man,” con- ceded the admirer of Yale; “he is like- 1y to be a dig, he suggests the labora- tory and he is usually a good citizen, but he has not the hallmark given by the old universities.” Before the Western girl could re- tort some one amicably interjected a remark about West Point and Ann- apolis. “They belong to the realm of so- clety, not of the college,” asserted Miss Burne-Jones; “delightful, but not collegiate.” “And now, how about no college at all?” I asked. “That is the better sort,” Miss New York spoke up emphaticall “I pre- fer Wall street.and experience to col- lege and Greek for a man.” “Experience,” observed a clever brunette, a senior, “is a little bypath that leads one up and down and in and out instead of holding to,the main highway. And every little uphill musg always have its downhill side. I pre- fer a gradual slope that leads all one way, and that way ever upward. Give me a college man with a professional training, who will think more of the philosophy of life as he trudges toward the top than of the dollars and cents that lie on the bypaths.” “But a college training is not a ne- cessary condition for that point of view,” aemarked the genuine girl from the West. “Tell me your ideas on the subject,” I asked. “Speech! speech cried the girls in a chorus. “Oh, dear! my ideas are so general,™ she said, confusedly. “I can't. I'd rather just jump on the opinions of all ing. “Well, I care more for what a man Is than for -the advantages he has had. I like a big man who looks like some- body, who would have force and com- mand attention anywhere without knowing it, just because he would bé more interested in things than in him- self, in people and the Influence he might exert over them, than in the high place which he might personally be seen to fill among them: a man who knows no seif-seeking, whose every act is governed by the great third prin- ciple—right. I could almost forgive his saying ‘I have saw’ if he read Ruskin with appreclation, Hegel with absorp- tion, Kipling with delight and Plato with awe.” “Hear! hear!™ burst forth in chorus from the girls. “Come back, Rockies,” drawled the Burne-Jones girl softly. “Ten to one you are In love,” sang out Miss New York, “with all your boast of generalities.” Further remarks from that source were smothered by the direct application of a pillow. “Let us pray he does not really say ‘T have saw,’” ventured the senfor. “And that he is blessed with a deep and native modesty,” added the Duch- ess. “I trust he is labeled ‘all wool and a yard wide,'” laughed Miss New York, emerging from the pillows. The eyes of the girl took fire from her flaming cheeks. “Well—he is!” was she made. And, as usual among women the world over, abstract discussion culmi- nated in very personal prejudice. The broad horizon with which we began was shortened. The perfect “type” was lost sight of in the concrete reality. the only retort