The Brook Book 



MY FIRST VISIT TO STONY BROOK 



IT was Memorial Day, and consequently a holi- 

 day. I had looked dubiously at the clouds which 

 went scudding across the sky the night before, but 

 hopefully at the weather signals. I was still half 

 incredulous, though they assured me in no uncer- 

 tain black and white that the morrow would be "fair 

 and warmer." No wonder I was anxious, for if the 

 weather permitted I was to go with the Professor to 

 pay my first visit to Stony Brook. 



I awoke to find the sun smiling on a world new- 

 made. The birds, singing a roundelay in the ivy 

 at my window, invited me to inspect their house- 

 keeping affairs. But I had no time to putter 

 with them. Not a minute was to be lost, for the 

 Professor, being a prompt person, would be im- 

 patient if I kept him waiting. Breakfast over, I 

 donned my canvas knapsack containing various 

 articles needed on such a trip, and we started. 



It was a three-mile tramp over a road that was 

 new to me and full of delightful surprises. The 

 sun beat down on us with a fervency that would 

 have done credit to August. How gratefully we 



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