DELTA ALPHAS AT ARCADIA. 
A Methodist Class Entertained by Dr. 
Bigelow. 
[From The Daily Advocate, Sept. 29.] 
Last evening a group of twelve girls 
representing the Delta Alpha Class of 
the Methodist Sunday School was 
royally entertained by Dr. Edward F. 
Bigelow and his family at ArcAdiA, 
Sound Beach. Though the heavy rain 
in the afternoon threatened to spoil the 
outing, it proved after all to have been 
no serious handicap, for immediately 
upon their arrival Dr. Bigelow sup- 
plied a number of girls with brooms, 
and in a short time the out-of-door 
platform was cleared of water and 
leaves and made ready for the ban- 
quet. All of the splendid kitchen equip- 
ment of ArcAdiA was placed at the 
girls’ disposal, and they made good use 
of it. About eight o’clock the company 
sat down at tables which fairly groaned 
under their weight of good things — 
sandwiches, boiled corn, tomatoes, lem- 
onade, cake, grapes, bananas, etc. The 
cries of a screech owl high up in the 
trees; the rustling of the wet leaves, 
and the occasional dropping of a hick- 
ory nut from the branches overhead, 
gave a real woodsy atmosphere to the 
occasion which the girls keenly en- 
joyed. Dr. Bigelow said that this was 
the first party that had had such a ban- 
quet in Little Japan after dark. 
Supper over, dishes washed and 
kitchen put in order, the girls were next 
taken by Dr. Bigelow to the astronom- 
ical observatory, where they learned 
some of the methods of studying the 
heavens, and are now looking forward 
to accepting Dr. Bigelow’s invitation 
to come again, on a clear night, and 
view the moon and stars through the 
big telescope. 
Then the company went to the Wel- 
come Reception Room, and were enter- 
tained with music and a stereopticon 
talk upon camp life and nature-study. 
One of the girls who contributed a few 
locks of her hair for a microscopical 
slide was surprised to see them appear 
a moment later on the screen looking 
very much like a brush heap, and was 
still more surprised to find that, when 
standing before the screen with both 
arms outstretched, she could barely 
touch both edges of one hair as it ap- 
peared in its greatly magnified form. 
Some musical selections on the Edi- 
son Diamond Disc phonograph brought 
the evening’s program to a close, and 
as the girls left ArcAdiA they were 
profuse in their expressions of grati- 
tude to Dr. Bigelow for the fine time 
he had given them. 
Screech Owl at a Banquet. 
On Tuesday evening, September 28, 
despite the hard thunderstorm in the 
late afternoon, Miss Ida Davenport 
and her Sunday school class of the 
Methodist Church of Stamford gath- 
ered at ArcAdiA for their annual ban- 
quet. Two long tables in the center 
of the Pavilion of Little Japan were 
heavily laden with an abundance of 
good things, though the floor was wet 
and covered with falling leaves and the 
trees dripped at every rustling breeze. 
Notwithstanding the unfavorable con- 
ditions there was a novel brightening 
of the situation by a screech owl that 
came to one of the trees almost directly 
over the festivities and enlivened things 
by its long, tremulous whistlings. This 
was of course hailed with delight and 
it is the first time that ever an evening 
party in the wilds of ArcAdiA has been 
serenaded by an owl. 
West Hill. 
The hillside formed the vision splendid, 
Touched by Autumn’s finger cold, 
Oak and beech in richness blended. 
With high lights of birchen gold. 
— Emma Peirce. 
