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groups. His selection would be based 

 on both scholastic record and success in 

 student affairs, and would be deemed a 

 responsibility and an honor. To these 

 men, the idea is, freshmen will come on 

 intimate terms, feeling that a personal 

 interest is and will be taken in their 

 college problems by men not too old to 

 ]je unable to appreciate their nature. 



"SH E BURNS GREEN ROS IE." 



How the phrase came to he a classic 

 yell among prospectors. 



-\lthough the prospector is generallv 

 supposed to be associated with the search 

 for precious metal, his attention is by 

 no means confined to that. A writer in 

 the Los Angeles Times tells of a group of 

 valuable claims in the Silver Mountain 

 mining district which includes the w^hole 

 of Black Mountain. 



It was long considered worthless un- 

 til an up to date prospector recognized 

 it as "cement rock," the principal in- 

 gredient from which Portland cement is 

 made. 



Another example is furnished by the 

 discovery of borax in Death Valley, one 

 of the most valuable strikes ever made 

 in California. The discoverer, Aaron 

 Winters, was at that time living in a 

 lonely little shack on the Amargosa flats 

 at the south end of the valley. 



Thither, attracted by the light, came 

 one night a vagrant prospector from 

 Nevada. He had with him a sample of 

 borax brought from a small deposit 

 across the border. This Winters in- 



stantly recognized as being the same 

 curious stuff which he had seen lying 

 in great beds in Death Valley, but of 

 which he had never known the 'name. 



Adroitly questioned, the wandered ex- 

 plained, to Winters the simple but little 

 known test for borax. No sooner was 

 their visitor safely gone than W^inters 

 and his wife, carrying food and water, 

 a pick, a saucer and a bottle of alcohol, 

 set out on foot northward into the val- 

 ley. At nightfall the next day they ar- 

 rived at the first of the strange beds. 



Without even waiting to moisten his 

 parched throat, Winters fell upon it with 

 pick and bare hands till a little of the 

 surface crust was removed. He scraped 

 up a handful of the loose stuff, piled it 

 in the saucer, moistened it with alcohol 

 and struck a match. An instant later 

 he hurled his hat in one direction, his 

 pick in another, and seizing his wife, 

 waltzed that astonished lady round the 

 strange, flickering flame, whooping: 



"She biu-ns green, Rosie ! She burns 

 green !" 



Winters realized a fortune from his 

 discovery. Even today the man of the 

 valley lighting upon something new 

 heralds his find with the classic yell, 

 ■'She burns green !" 



"A good, hearty laugh is better than 

 medicine," remarked the cheery citizen. 

 "Yes," replied the fearfully calculating 

 person. "But a druggist won't charge 

 you near as much for a little medicine 

 as it is liable to cost to see a genuinely 

 funnv show." — Washington Star. 



