The Days of a Man 



interested in "The Souls of Black Folk" rather than 

 in their material progress. 



At a dinner in Boston, Washington (who had just 

 been abroad) maintained that "for the common 

 peasant in most parts of the continent of Europe 

 there was less outlook, less hope, and less chance of 

 personal development, than for the negroes of Ala- 

 bama." 



The Institute work in the mechanical departments 

 seemed to me more effective than the literary in- 

 struction. I was especially impressed by the rich 

 melodies of the Tuskegee choir, never having else- 

 where heard so fine a rendering of the primitive but 

 delightful negro "spirituals." 



At Tuiane Tulane University, a well-endowed institution, has 

 long maintained a high reputation for scholarship. 

 Dr. Brandt Van Blarcom Dixon, an old Cornell 

 friend, is the honored president emeritus of the 

 neighboring Newcomb College for women, and with 

 him I was glad to renew acquaintance. At dinner 

 I met many of the leading people of the city, among 

 them Miss Grace King, historian of old Louisiana, 

 a woman of clear mind and attractive personality. 



[I should here explain that the Stanford trustees, 

 in accordance with the custom adopted from the be- 

 ginning, 1 had now at my request granted me a long- 

 delayed sabbatical year of absence on half pay. This, 

 however, I divided, postponing the second half until 

 August, 1912.] 



In the course of the winter of 1911-12 I published 

 under the title of 'War and Waste" 2 a number of 



1 An arrangement by which each professor was entitled to every seventh year, 

 on half pay, for study, travel, or rest. 



2 Doubled ay, Page & Co. 



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